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   Nina

   by oyster50

   CopyrightÂ(C) 2011 by oyster50

   ------ Description: One spring day in the park, Dan meets eighteen year
old Nina.  He -(TM)s a middle-aged engineer, she -(TM)s graduating high
school and needs tutoring.  He resists, but she -(TM)s friendly, pretty,
and -- special.
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   Chapter 1

   One of those perfect spring days.  We get so few of them down here on
the Gulf Coast between our two seasons: cold and wet, or hot and wet.  I
couldn't resist.  I grabbed my e-book and headed for the park.  The book
stayed in the car while I fast-walked a couple of miles on the walking
path. A good brisk walk felt good.  I passed up all but one woman who,
dressed in spandex and an athletic tank-top, was obviously a regular.

   After my half an hour was up, I retrieved the e-book and settled onto a
partially shaded park bench to read and relax.  I was near the playground
equipment and a half-dozen or so kids from toddler to about eight were
climbing, swinging, sliding under the watchful eyes of a couple of adults,
one an obvious mommy and the other with all the marks of a divorced dad
doing his weekend with the kids.  I opened my Kindle and punched up the
middle of the book I was currently reading.

   It was just about idyllic.  The kids' voices were far enough away as to
not be annoyingly loud, and they were all happy, and closer, I could hear
squirrels and songbirds in the trees.  I wished to myself that I'd brought
the iPod with me, but oh, well ...  I read.  And every now and then I'd
look up, eye distracted by some movement in my peripheral vision, or some
sound caused me to look up, or just to change my focus to keep my eyes from
tiring.

   But the voice startled me.  Feminine.  With a lilt.  "Excuse me.  Is
that a Kindle?"

   I looked up.  Young lady.  Five-six, maybe five-seven.  Not fat.  Not
skinny, but it was hard to get too specific.  Her jeans were loose-fitting
and her torso was under an over-sized sweatshirt with the logo of the local
university emblazoned across the front.  The face was pale, a scattering of
freckles across her nose and cheeks.  Eyes were an astounding light blue.
Eyebrows and hair were dark, her hair almost black, except about an inch of
the tips was bleached blonde, stopping just at her chin, and across her
forehead at eyebrow level, a set of heavy, straight-cut bangs.

   I was thinking "Goth" but the hair was dark brown, and her nose, lips
and ears were bereft of the hardware affectations of most Goth chicks. 
Okay, ears ...  A tiny silver round ear stud, conventionally placed in each
ear.

   All that thought took me about a second and a half before I answered
her. "Yes, it is..."

   She smiled.  I thought to myself how well that fit her face.  "I've been
thinking about getting one.  How's it working out for you?"

   "Wonderfully," I said, and then we talked about how it worked and what
it cost and what I liked and didn't like.

   "Oh, by the way, I'm Nina.  Nina Sayers." She offered her hand.

   I shook it.  "Dan.  Daniel Gleason."

   "Happy to meet you, Dan.  I saw you walking earlier.  You come here
often?"

   "No," I said.  "Just in the spring when the days are pretty.  This one's
beautiful.  And you?"

   "Pretty often.  I'm taking care of that little blonde girl and boy over
there.  Baby-sitting.  If I bring 'em to the park, they'll be tired when I
get them home and I can study."

   "Study?  High school?  College?"

   "High school senior." I mentally filed that.  Seventeen, maybe eighteen.
She looked at her charges clambering up the play equipment.  "And you?"

   I laughed.  "Waaay past high school."

   "Really ...  New SUV.  So where do you work?"

   I named a local industrial facility.

   "I know that place," she said.  "I know some people who work there. 
What do you do?"

   "Engineer," I said.  "Electrical.  I deal with power generation."

   "Really?" She didn't sound as if she were feigning interest.  "That's
what I'm gonna major in when I go to college."

   Now I folded my book closed.  "Now that's interesting," I said.  "No
arts major, or mass communications, or teaching?"

   "Nuh-uh," she said.  "What's wrong?  I don't fit the stereotype?"

   "Oh, no," I laughed.  "It's just that female engineers aren't that
common, and I've NEVER met a fledgling."

   Giggle.  "I've never heard anyone use the term "Fledgling" in
conversation before.  'Specially about ME!"

   "Get used to vocabulary, Nina.  Engineers have some.  You're going here
to college?"

   "Yes," she said.  "Where'd you get your degree?"

   "Here.  Fifteen years ago."

   "Really?  D'you think they did a good job teaching you?"

   "Sure," I said.  "But what makes you an engineer is what you do AFTER
college."

   "That's what I've heard," she said.  "That's why I wish I could do
something other than babysitting this summer.  I mean, the money's okay. 
Actually the people I do this for pay me very well, but still..."

   I reached into my pocket for my wallet and pulled out a business card.
Handing it to her, I said, "This is me.  That cell number is good around
the clock.  If you're up for a field trip, let me know.  I can give you the
tour at the plant."

   Her eyes twinkled.  "Wow!  Thanks!" Her eyes went to an eight-year-old
blonde girl approaching.  "Oh, that's one of mine," she said.  "I guess
playtime's over."

   The little girl whined, "Mizz Nina, I'm HUNGRY..."

   "Okay, Haley," said Nina.  "Go get your brother and we'll go..." Nina
turned to me.  "Dan, it's been really nice talking to you.  Really.  Maybe
I'll see you here again.  "She paused for a second, then she patted her
jeans pocket.  "Oh, no!  I'll call you.  I want that tour!"

   I watched her gather up the two children and walk to a little
sub-compact car.  They all piled in and she drove off.  Pretty young thing,
I thought.  And I went back to reading.  An hour later I was home, alone in
my house, except for a big cat that didn't think I was alone as long as HIS
needs got met.

   Saturday evening, sitting alone playing on the laptop and watching TV at
the same time.  Sunday morning, get up, fix a light breakfast, then hop in
the car and go for a drive through the springtime countryside.  Sunday
evening, finish up the week's laundry, fix a bowl of soup, do a couple of
miles walking in the neighborhood, then shower, and go to sleep after
petting the cat, showering, shaving, petting the cat some more...

   Monday morning I was at work.  Tuesday, same thing.  It was a good job.
I worked with a compatible bunch of people and we managed our facility
well. Office politics was almost non-existent and the pay was acceptable.

   About me.  I'm divorced.  Didn't WANT to be divorced, but wasn't exactly
in a textbook "happy marriage" either.  But I could've lived with it. 
Unfortunately, the former wife was one of those "the grass is greener"
people and she hauled up and took my daughter with her, three states away,
with an old high school flame that she re-discovered on the internet after,
just coincidentally, HE divorced HIS wife.  And there I was, a house to
myself (and the cat) and nothing but child support payments and occasional
visits as a vestige of what I thought a "normal" life was supposed to be.

   And a religious upbringing left me a mental wreck when I tried the
modern dating/mating scene.  Trouble was, every woman I'd met was either
like the ex, looking for the greener pastures, or was the victim of a
husband who'd pulled that stunt on her.  And the baggage would've filled a
freighter.  I got far enough in a few relationships to meet the kids, and I
could've gotten a major in abnormal child psychology.  A few bouts of that,
well, I gave up.  I could see myself doing dinner and a movie, or a light
social scene, but I wasn't bringing 'em home for the night, nor was I
spending the night with any of 'em.  My conscience rode tight herd on me.

   That's why it was a surprise when, Wednesday evening, my cellphone rang
and I didn't recognize the number on the display.

   "Uh, hello.  This is Dan..."

   Female voice.  "Hi, Dan!  This is Nina.  From the park, remember?"

   "Oh, hi, Nina." I ran the slideshow entitled "Nina  -" cute teen girl"
from my memory bank.  "How are you?"

   "I'm fine, thank you." Proper little thing, she was.  "Does that offer
still stand for the plant tour?"

   "Sure.  We need to set a date so I can get it all cleared.  Next week?"

   "Uh, okay ...  How about Wednesday?"

   "I'll do it.  Afternoon?"

   Tiny bit of a giggle.  "That'll work.  I'll make the arrangements on my
end."

   "We'll do it." I was thinking that this would be an interesting
diversion.

   "Oh, and Dan?"

   "Yes, Nina?"

   "I'll be at the park Saturday afternoon with the kids..."

   This was a turn I hadn't expected.  A ball had been lobbed my way. 
Interesting.  Okay...  "Okay, Nina.  I was going to be there myself." I
wasn't lying, at least not too much.  The park was always an option, but I
never planned a trip on a specific day.

   Brightly, she said, "'Kay!  See ya!"

   "Okay, bye..." I punched the "end" button on my phone and laid it on the
end table.  I mulled over a couple of thoughts, none of them of any
consequence, and I caught myself before any of them got too far.

   Thursday was pretty much routine.  Meetings.  Walking around my little
fiefdom, looking at big spinny things and checking to make sure that a
million things were in the right places, doing the right things at the
right times.  I chatted with co-workers, drank an offered cup of horrible
coffee, ate a donut that might have been better when it was bought early in
the morning, and then I went back to my office.  Last thing on the day's
agenda was running down the list of last minute emails.

   The normal ones were there, salesmen, other engineers, admin stuff, and
...  one I didn't recognize.  One from a NinaS8421.  Normally my spam
filter caught this stuff, but I clicked...
"Dan:
I checked with my guidance counselor about our field trip.  He thinks
it's a good idea, but he's interested in what sort of things are on the
tour.  Here's his email.  Could you send him something about that?  Make it

sound impressive.

   Thanks, Nina"

   And a smiley emoticon.

   That was easy enough.  I composed a list of interesting features and
sent it to him.  That was my last shot for the day.  I was out the door,
out the gate, and on the way home.

   In the house, I changed to shorts and walking shoes and did a couple of
brisk miles.  I was showering when I heard the phone ring.  I stepped out
and dried enough to pick it up.  Nina.

   "I hope I'm not bothering you, Dan," she said.  "Is it a good time?"

   "Well, Mizz Nina, I was in the shower.  If you can call me back in
twenty minutes..."

   "Ooops!  Sorry.  I'll call back!"

   "'Kay!  Gimme twenty minutes."

   I finished showering and shaving and donned my "knocking around the
house in the evening" shorts and t-shirt.  I kicked back in my recliner and
ministered to the cat.  He determined that he needed petting today.

   And the cellphone rang again.  I looked at the display.  Now I
recognized the number.

   "Hi, Nina," I said.

   "Hi, Dan..." she paused.  "You don't mind me calling you Dan, do you.  I
mean, you ARE a lot older..."

   I felt the vestigial bubble of my ego deflate.  Yes, I was "older". 
"No, just call me Dan, Nina.  That's fine."

   Lilt in her voice.  "Mmm-Kay!  Did you get my email?"

   "Yep!  Sent one to your counselor.  I should've copied you.  I'll
forward it to you in the morning."

   "Thanks!  I'm sorry I got you out of the shower."

   "That's okay.  Thank you for understanding.  Some people will keep
talking and let me drip dry..."

   Giggle.  "Yeah!  I know.  But what I called you about..."

   "Okay, what DID you call me about?" I laughed.

   "Trig." Her sigh was audible.  "Trig finals are coming, and I wanted to
see if you'd help me study..."

   "Wow.  I've been out of school for a while, Nina.  Are you sure I'm the
guy to help you?"

   "Well it's not any of the other students, Dan ...  I'm the top of the
heap.  But I'd like to get the most out of it."

   "We could try, I guess.  When?"

   "Am I being rude if I ask if this evening would be okay?  I mean, if
you're not doing something..."

   "I'm free."

   "I'll drive over.  Where do you live?"

   I gave her a street address.

   "I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

   "Oooo-kay, Nina.  I'll be waiting." And when the phone call ended, I got
up and made a frantic pass through the house, making sure that it was a cut
above its normal tidiness.  I looked at the cat.  "Sam," I said.  "Best
behavior, bud.  We got company coming." I was excited enough to talk to the
cat.  Oh, never mind.  He and I had many conversations.  Mine were about
everything.  His were about food and litter box and why I insisted on
sitting in his favorite spot, my recliner.

   The doorbell rang.  I opened it and there she was, a bookbag dangling
off her shoulder, those blue eyes twinkling, a big smile on her face.

   "Come in," I said.  The cat was at the door to evaluate the intrusion.

   She saw him.  "Who's this?" she asked.

   "This is Sam.  He runs the place.  I am his unworthy and incompetent
staff."

   "Oooooh, what a beautiful big ol' cat!" She bent over, reaching for him.
This is where Sam usually headed for a hidey hole.  He wasn't the cuddly
kind of cat.  But he sat back on his haunches and let her pet his head. 
And purred.

   "Wow!" I said.  "You're the first visitor that's ever got to touch him."

   "I like cats," she smiled.  She closed the door behind her.  "Where's
the best place to work?"

   "My office.  Right this way." I brought her up the short hall, past the
bathroom.  The end of the hall had two doors, both open.  One led to the
bedroom, my king-sized bed (a vestige of a dead marriage) visible, and yes,
made up perfectly, that is, except for Sam's cat-shaped wrinkles in the
center.  I noticed Nina look in that door.

   The other door opened into my home office.  I had a desk; a drafting
table (got it for free.  Everything was done on computers now), a computer
table with a HUGE monitor, a file cabinet, a print rack and a couple of
chairs.  "Here," I said.  "Pull up next to the desk."

   She sat.  I sat facing her as she pulled a trig book and some notes out.
"This is nice.  You don't work here, do you?  I thought you worked at the
plant."

   "I do some side stuff.  Consulting.  This is where that happens.  I have
an office out there, too.  You'll see it next week."

   "Neat!" she said.  She opened up her trig book and shuffled through some
papers.  "Here's what I want to go over..."

   The next thirty or forty minutes we spend going over things.  I had to
stretch a bit.  Yes, I took this stuff in school.  And passed, quite
handily.  There was a "professional engineer" license displayed in my
office.  But it was still a matter of exercising memories I'd not needed
for years.  I managed.  We managed.  Nina actually prodded ME a couple of
times, to her glee.  And my discomfiture.

   "It's two weeks to finals," she said.  "I've got a scholarship."

   "Really?  To the engineering department?"

   "Yessss!" she smiled.  "But I wanna end high school on the best note."

   "You should be proud, babe ...  Nina!"

   Her eyes cut toward me and at first I thought I'd done something wrong,
but the smile stayed there.  I'd just called her "babe".  A slip of the
tongue.  But she was a babe.  Hiding it in that baggy shirt, but from a
range of three feet I saw a delightful face, soft, rounded, open, freckled.
And smiling.

   We finished up.

   "You wanna coke, Nina?" I stood.

   "Sure!" Brightly.  She finished stuffing her book and papers back into
her backpack.  "This is nice."

   "Nice?"

   "Yeah.  Your house.  You keep it neat.  I like how you turned this into
an office.  What's that other room?"

   "Spare bedroom.  It turns into a little girl's room for a month in the
summer," I said.

   "Little girl?"

   "Yeah.  My daughter's ten.  She comes to stay with me for a month."

   "So you're divorced."

   "Uh-huh ...  four years.  Sad story.  Not the sort of thing I should
discuss with a teen-aged girl."

   "Oh, I'm sorry.  I wasn't being nosy."

   "Oh, that's not what I mean.  I mean, it's a sad story, and I'm glad
you're visiting and I don't want to ruin the moment with sad stories."

   She poked her head into the kitchen as I retrieved a couple of cokes and
poured them over ice and handed her one.  With a straw.

   "Thanks," she said.

   "Sit." I pointed to the end of the sofa.  She sat, and immediately Sam
showed up and snuggled up against her thigh.  For a brief flash I hated Sam
for his ability to do that.

   She put her face to him and stroked his head with both hands.  "You're
just a big ol' fluffy kitty, huh, baby!"

   "I can't believe he lets you do that.  He won't even let ME do that, and
I feed his sorry carcass."

   She was sipping her coke and dangling a shoe off her toe.

   "So tell me.  What's with the hair?"

   She tossed her head, bouncing it and flipped her hand under the back of
her neck, giggling.  "Oh, I just wanted to be striking.  Grandma freaked."

   "It IS striking," I said.  "And I can see where grandma might just take
exception to it."

   "She's really pretty good about me.  Bought me my car.  I shouldn't jerk
her around like this."

   "You live with your grandma?"

   "Like your divorce story.  Long.  And sad.  Grandma's the happy ending."

   "Oh, really?"

   "Yeah.  Been at grandma's for two years now.  Mom's, well, Mom's in
prison."

   "I'm sorry," I said.

   "Oh, don't be sorry for Mom.  She wasn't innocent."

   "Well..." I stuttered.

   "Anyway, I live with Grandma, and life is pretty good.  Could be better,
but a lot of kids have it worse, too."

   "Yeah, I guess so.  Life can be messy."

   She giggled.  "That's a good word for it.  Messy."

   "So you're an honor student?"

   For the last two years.  Grandma pushes me.  I did "C's" before I moved
in with her.  Didn't have to study or do homework to do C's.  Grandma
pushes, and I do A's."

   "That's good.  A's, especially if you're doing trig."

   "Last year was geometry.  I did two extra maths and two extra sciences.
Chemistry and physics."

   "You didn't take the easy road.  I'd be proud..."

   "Thank you.  I am.  I mean, I don't flaunt it, but I am." She glanced at
her watch.  "I guess I gotta go, Dan.  Is it too much to ask about
tomorrow?"

   "No, but come over early and we'll go get something to eat.  I'll buy."

   Squeal!  "Like a date?"

   "Like eat and do homework."

   She smiled a quirky grin.  "Call it what you want.  Five?"

   "Perfect!"

   I had trouble concentrating at work all day Friday.  Like a kid going on
a date to the movies with his young girlfriend.  I slid out of the office
right at the whistle and was home and bathed, shaved and ready when I heard
the doorbell.

   I opened the door to a surprise.  The only views I had of Nina were
somewhat frumpy, baggy jeans, loose-fitting shirt, hair not exactly
disheveled, but not noticeably attended to.  The girl standing at my door
was dressed in a dark green dress that fitted her well, not tight, but
formed, length stopping midpoint between hip and knee, a pair of matching
pumps on her feet, and her hair, including the improbable blonde tips, was
shining perfection.

   It took my breath away.  And in retrieving that breath, I caught a
subtle hint of perfume.

   She had the backpack clasped in her hands.

   "Hi, Dan!"

   "Good lord, Nina!  You clean up very well..."

   "UHHH!" she said, feigning irritation, "I didn't think I was doing THAT
bad before..."

   I laughed, "No you weren't.  But it's like you just waxed a Maserati..."

   She smiled.  "I just thought you might be less scared to take me out in
public if I wore something nice.  Is this okay?"

   "Uh, yeah!  You choose wisely, fledgling."

   "You called me that before, you know."

   "Yes, little one, I DO know." I rattled my keys.  "Where would you like
to eat?"

   "Oh, I don't know."

   "Is there something you DON'T like?"

   "Nope.  I'll eat anything."

   "Okay," I said.  "Italian?  As in NOT pizza?"

   "Yeah, but where?"

   We had two Italian places in easy distance.  One was a national chain.
The other was a local place with a good reputation.  I named the second.

   "Isn't that kinda expensive?"

   "I'm buying.  And you're dressed for it.  Is it okay?"

   "Oh, yes.  I've eaten there once.  I loved it."

   Twenty minutes later my SUV pulled into the parking lot and I escorted
Nina into the place like the princess she was.  We sat at a table in a
private corner, not by design, just by good fortune.  And we talked.

   "What's your grandma say about you coming over?" I asked.

   "I told her, Dan.  That you were an engineer and you were
thirty-something and I met you at the park and you could help me with my
school work.  Why?"

   "Because I don't want an angry grandma after me."

   "She won't get mad, Dan.  I don't date.  I have a few friends at school,
and sometimes I go out with a group, but I DON'T date guys."

   I guess I raised my eyebrow a little too noticeably.

   "Not like THAT!  I'm ...  I'm, well, DIFFERENT."

   "Okay," I said, "do you want to tell me why you're different?  I mean,
you don't look like your name is really Bradley or something like that..."

   She giggled.  Did I tell you that her giggle was like tinkling little
silver bells?  It is.  "Thank you for making me laugh.  No.  I'm a girl. 
For almost eighteen years.  But I get called "dyke" at school because I've
never been on a date, not a "date" date, you know, with holding hands and
kissing and making out and stuff..."

   "Oooohhhh!" Like I was getting it.  But I wasn't getting it.  Salads
arrived.  We ate.  I noticed that she knew her way around silverware and
etiquette.

   "It's part of that sad story." She ate a bite of salad.  "You might be
interested to know that YOU'RE the first guy I've ever gone someplace with,
alone."

   "Uh, I'm flattered, Nina, but we're at a restaurant."

   "I know," she said.  "I know." She sighed.  Then her nose wrinkled.  "I
love these peppers!" she chewed a pepperoncini.  "What's gonna happen when
they retire the space shuttle?"

   And we talked about space missions and aviation and space exploration,
on through her lasagna and my linguini with clams in white sauce.

   She noticed a couple at the table across the room.  "In another month
I'll be able to have a glass of wine with my meal," she announced.  Won't
be able to buy it, but if YOU buy me one..."

   "If YOUR grandmother says it's okay..."

   "Yeah.  You need to meet Grandma."

   Why did I get the feeling that this was more important than it should
have been?

   We ended up back at the house, in the office, doing a little bit of
studying.  She showed me her English paper with an A on it.  We looked at
her science lessons, such that they were, two weeks before the end of
school.

   "I can't believe that they're starting reviews already," she said.

   "Reviews?"

   "Yeah," she snorted.  "Two weeks of reviews so kids can pass the
finals."

   "Oh.  Well, Nina," I chided, "everybody's NOT you.  Not as smart.  Don't
catch on, don't retain like you do."

   Nina looked at me.  "I know ...  but sometimes I just want to LEARN!"
She was putting her books in the bag.

   "Got time for another coke?"

   "Yeah.  I gotta use your bathroom, though."

   I went to the kitchen to fix our drinks and heard the toilet flush.  She
was leaning over the bar smiling at me a minute later.

   "I noticed something," she laughed.

   "What?  You've got a mischievous look on your face."

   "Only ONE toothbrush."

   "Meaning exactly what?"

   "Just that you don't have somebody else staying here with you.  At least
not often enough to leave a toothbrush."

   "Either that or I date women with poor dental hygiene."

   She laughed.  "Yeah, that is a distinct possibility."

   While I was handing her a glass of coke and ice, I was mulling over a
couple of things, first, that she had a quick and inquisitive mind, and
second, that she was checking on my single status.

   This time we sat at opposite ends of the sofa.

   "Lots of books," she said.

   "Not as bad since I got the Kindle," I said.

   "Uh-huh.  And CD's." She got up and scanned the labels, reading some
off. "Mendelsohn.  Bach.  Mozart.  Beethoven.  Boccherini ...  Wow!  You've
got taste, mister!"

   "Try telling that to my ex," I said.  "Now I can listen to it any time I
want.  Alone."

   She fixed her eyes on mine.  "I love this stuff."

   "You got an iPod?  I can fill you up!"

   "I'll bring it next time," she smiled.

   "I thought kids were all into hip-hop and stuff."

   She shook her head.  "Or here, country and western is big.  And I can't
do either of them.  Noise.  Production.  Do you ever wonder what went on in
Bach's head when he was doing the Brandenburg Concerti?"

   "Concerti?" She KNEW the difference.

   "Yes.  Plural of concerto ...  Can you imagine getting into the mind of
Mozart or Beethoven?  And I'm supposed to get all overheated over four guys
who use volume to cover lack of innovation and skill?  Puh-leazzzze!"

   "My thoughts exactly, babe," I said.  I knew she caught "babe" this
time. Her eyes...

   She sat back down.  "It's stuff like that, you know, that makes me NOT
fit in.  I mean, I can't sit with a bunch of girls my age and get all
excited about boy bands and fingernail polish and who's going with who and
who's doing what ...  It's just not ME.  I want to be ME."

   "Took me thirty years to figure that out, Nina.  Do you know who YOU
are?"

   "I think so, Dan." Her face was serious.  "I have plans for school.  I
know more about how people are than most people."

   "What makes you think that?"

   "Living with Mom ...  when she wasn't dumping me at Grandma's.  I mean,
I think sometimes she tried to be a mom, but it wasn't her.  And I learned
about relationships, because she COULDN'T get it right.  Kept
experimenting. I learned about women and men and how they are and can be
and how things can be so wrong and people just keep doing the same things
over and over hoping that something different will happen."

   "Wow..."

   "Mom's in prison for prostitution and being involved in a meth lab..."
Her head hung.  She raised it.  There was a tear on her cheek.

   "I'm sorry, Nina.  I wasn't trying to make you sad..."

   "Oh, I know, Dan.  You've just been nice to me.  I don't know why I'm
telling you this.  I'm just harshing our mellow."

   "Nina, you're my friend.  Friends talk.  Even when it hurts.  And
sometimes talking makes things feel better."

   "Thank you, Dan.  For listening."

   "And your mom, whatever she did, that's nothing to do with YOU.  You're
smart and cute and you have your head on straight."

   "It's not THAT straight, Dan.  Sometimes I'm scared ...  I mean, Mom
didn't start that way.  I don't want to end up like that."

   "Your grandma is taking care of you, babe, and you'll do just fine."

   She picked up her backpack.  Standing there in that green dress, NOT
smiling, she was still beautiful.

   I stood to escort her to the door.  We eased toward it and I opened it
for her.  She turned to me and looked into my eyes.  And kissed me.  Light,
almost like the touch of a butterfly.  On the lips.  For a brief second. 
"You're a good friend, Dan."

   "You're a beautiful, bright, delightful girl, Nina." I sighed.  Inside I
wished I was twenty years younger.

   As she walked the short distance to her car, she looked over her
shoulder.  "Tomorrow.  One o'clock.  At the park."



   ------

   Chapter 2

   I finished my laundry before lunch.  At one, I was pulling up into the
park near the kiddie playground.  I got out.  No Nina.  I started walking.
Fifteen minutes later I had a mile under my belt and had completed a
circuit.  And Nina's car WAS there.  And Nina was walking her charges to
the swing set.  She released them to go play and then she came to sit
beside me.  I was sipping on a fountain drink.

   "Did I bum you out last night?  Dan?"

   "No, Nina.  You needed to talk.  I listened.  'S what friends do."

   She eyed my drink.  "Can I have a sip?"

   "Sure," I said, "if you don't mind drinking after me."

   "I'm too thirsty to worry about boy cooties," she giggled, and she
sucked on the straw.  And before she finished, she looked at me and sucked
it one more time, then released it and licked her lips.  And handed it back
to me.  And grinned.

   "It's not nice to tease old men, Nina," I said.

   "Was that teasing?  I didn't think it was teasing." She giggled.  "You
know," she continued, "I really enjoyed last night.  It was a perfect first
date.  Well, almost perfect.  I got all sad there, but it was a good first
date." She looked at me a little more intently than I expected.  "Can I
call it a date?"

   "You can.  If you want.  I had a good time, too, Nina.  It's been a long
time since I had a day with somebody as pretty as you.  You were stunning."

   "Uh," she feigned hurt.  "I'm not stunning now?"

   "Of course you are.  You're enough to melt hearts."

   She changed the subject.  "So where's your Kindle?"

   "I left it at home," I said.  "Thought that since you were here, I'd
have somebody to talk to."

   "You do," she smiled.  "I like talking to you.  So what do you like
about being an engineer?"

   And off we went on career discussions: what my day was like, what I used
from school, how I learned, who I worked with, and all sorts of things
about engineering.

   "So what made YOU decide to take up engineering?"

   "I like learning stuff and doing things.  Our guidance counselor gave me
one of those aptitude tests, and it said that I had the personality traits
to be an engineer.  And he said that with my grades, I was smart enough."

   "No,"I said.  "You're gonna be a lot smarter than a lot of other
engineers."

   "You think?"

   "Yeah, I think..." And looking over her shoulder I saw two little blonde
kids approaching.  I knew our time was up.

   Little Haley whined, "Miss Nina!  We're hungry.  And thirsty."

   "Okay, you two," Nina said.  "We'll go home and feed you." She turned to
me.  "Bye, Dan.  Can I call you later?"

   "Sure," I said.

   And as she walked the kids to her car, I heard little Haley singing,
"Nina's got a boyfriend" in a teasing song.

   I thought that silly.  Flattering.  I'd known Nina for a week.  Seen her
four times, counting today.  And there was that twenty years disparity in
ages.  But what red-blooded guy wouldn't look at her and entertain a
thought or two ...  I pushed those thoughts away.  Since that pretty teen
with the striking hair was gone, I headed to my own car and drove home.

   Kicking myself.  I had a pretty good world going for me up until a few
days ago, and now all of a sudden I was feeling alone again.  I walked in
the house, headed straight to the shower, and performed my evening
ablutions.  I popped open a can of chili for supper and put some dried
beans to soaking for tomorrow.

   Dinner behind me, I retired to my recliner and flipped on the TV.  I
flipped through the channels and found nothing interesting enough to occupy
my attention, so I left it on the most interesting of the rejects and put
my laptop on my lap and started surfing the net.  Remembering that I'd left
work abruptly, I remoted into my company email server and checked the
email. Nothing new there, but I saw that email from NinaS8421.  I copied
the address to my personal email program and did a new message.

   "Nina- Here's my personal email address.  It goes to my cellphone, too.
Just in case you need to get hold of me when I'm not at work.   -" Dan."

   And I hit "send".  And immediately asked myself "why".  I went back to
surfing the web, looking at curiousities and funny videos and things.  No.
No porn.

   It was a few minutes after eight when my cell clanged.  I looked at the
display, hoping that it wasn't work.  I have some horrible stories about
"Uh, Dan, we need you out here right away.  Half the plant's dark..." The
display had four letters on it: N-I-N-A.

   "Hi, Nina," I said.

   "Hi, Dan!" In my mind's eye I could see the smile that accompanied that
tone.  "I just got in the car.  I'm on the way home.  Just wanted to call
you."

   "Be careful while you're driving, Nina..."

   "I am, Dan.  Uh..."

   I beat her to it.  "What's your day look like tomorrow?"

   "Nothing," she said.  "Well, Grandma and I go to church.  But we're home
at noon.  Why don't you come over and meet her?"

   "Meet your Grandma?  You sure?  I mean, HOW are you going to introduce
me?"

   "My friend.  My mentor.  She knows about mentoring.  Why?  Should I tell
her something different?"

   "Oh, no, Nina.  That sounds good."

   "And then if you want, we can go for a ride or something..."

   "That works," I said.  She dutifully gave me her grandma's street
address and I wrote it down.
"12:30, okay?"

   "Okay, punkin," I said.

   "Uh, Dan..."

   "Yes, Nina?"

   "Is "Punkin" a good thing?"

   "Yes it is.  EVERYBODY loves punkins..."

   "Okay ...  I'm pulling up at Grandma's.  I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

   "I wouldn't miss it for the world."

   Thirty minutes, maybe forty-five, and the sound popped up on my
computer's speakers indicating incoming email.  I clicked the email program
to the top of the stack and there was, indeed, an email from NinaS8421. 
With an attachment.  A picture.

   Nervously I clicked the message open.

   "Dan -"

   Thank you for giving me your personal address.  Maybe there are things
you shouldn't get at work.  Like jokes and links.  I know Grandma can't get
some of those things.

   So now I can send you stuff.  Like this picture.  Grandma took it.  Says
it's one of her favorites.

   I hope you like it.

   Nina"

   I clicked on the picture.  Nina.  Pre-blonde banded hair.  Not quite a
profile, she was caught turning toward the camera, her eyes and mouth
formed into a smile, her hair swinging, the motion caught, trapped, the
freckles a whimsical punctuation to a bit of photographic perfection.  I
opened the picture in my photo editor and printed it on 5x7 photo paper. 
When the picture came out of the printer, I stuck it in my briefcase.

   And the email dinged again.

   "Dan -"

   I thought you might like these too...

   Nina"

   And three more, one of them a longer shot, giving her whole body,
another delightful face picture, a third of her sitting, wearing a dark
sweater, her face like the sun...

   "Okay," I said to myself.  "I can do this." I opened up my picture
folder and selected a few for her: Me at work, crawling out of a
transformer, a smudge of oily brown on my cheek.  Me behind my desk at the
office.  Me kayaking with my friends last summer.  And I sent them.

   Ding.

   "Dan -"

   Thanks.  The one with you in the kayak, that's going on my desktop...

   Nina x"

   And I caught the "x".  But surely, I thought, that was just reflex to a
teenaged girl ...  But desktop?

   Phone clanged.  Nina.

   "Hi, punkin," I said.  Okay, "punkin" was as innocent a pet name as I
could come up with.  Like a little sister or something ...  I was trying,
wasn't I?

   "Hi, babe," she said.  I was "babe" now.  But that was just friendly,
right?  Right!  "I just wanted to talk to you one more time before I go to
sleep."

   "I like hearing your voice, Nina..." True, I would have probably liked
hearing ANYBODY'S voice on some Saturday evenings.  Sometimes loneliness
was tougher than other times.  But this was MORE true.

   "I'm listenin' to Beethoven," she said.  "But I want more.  From you ...
uh, your collection.  You said you'd let me load some on my iPod."

   "Oh, sure!  We can do that.  Tomorrow, if you want."

   "Maybe," she said.  "Either that or we do that riding around you talked
about."

   "Whatever YOU want to do.  Tomorrow's your day, okay?"

   Sigh.  "Okay, Dan.  I better go to sleep," she said.  "G'nite, babe."

   "G'nite, sweetie." I hung up.  "Sweetie".  Like in little nieces and
such, right?

   I closed ...  started to close the laptop, but I went back to that
directory that said "Nina".  And I looked at the pictures.  I closed my
eyes.  Okay.  Shut the stupid computer down, Dan.

   I went to sleep after the nightly round of cat-petting.

   I didn't sleep too late.  I was up, breakfast out of the way, a cup of
coffee, and catching up on current events, that kind of Sunday morning
routine.  And the clock crawled.  Finally, about a quarter to noon, I did a
quick shower and then dressed up.  Not too dressy.  A good pair of jeans. A
polo shirt.  Sneakers.  With socks.  I holstered my cellphone and got in
the car.  At 12:28 I pulled into the drive behind Nina's little Honda. 
"Okay, "I told myself, "Here goes."

   I got out of the car, walked up and knocked on the door.  Nina opened
it. "Hi!" she grinned.  She turned and said loudly, Grandma, he's here!"
And she escorted me into the house with her hand on my bicep.

   "Dan," Nina said, "This is my grandmother, Helen Sayers.  Grandma, this
is my friend, Dan Gleason."

   "I'm pleased to meet you, Dan," Helen said.  "Nina has been going on
about you for a week."

   "Nina is a bit of work," I said.  "I'm pleased to meet you, too, Mizz
Helen."

   Helen smiled.  "Don't do "Mizz Helen" with me.  I'm not THAT old..."

   "Okay," I said, but my poor ol' momma would beat me if I hadn't started
out that way."

   Helen laughed.  "So Nina tells me you're an engineer?" She motioned
toward an overstuffed chair.  "Sit!"

   "Yes ma'am.  I am an engineer."

   "There you go again.  And you're helping her with her school work?"

   "Uh, she doesn't need much help.  We're just reviewing.  And I'm showing
her what she's in for next year."

   "That's what she tells me." She fixed her gaze on Nina.  "Nina, could I
have a couple of minutes with Dan, please, dear?"

   I was nervous now.  Hadn't done a darned thing but send her
grand-daughter a few pictures of me, fully clothed, but I was nervous.

   "Don't be mean to Dan, Grandma.  He's a nice guy." And Nina left the
room.

   Helen fixed me in a serious stare.  "She thinks you're a nice guy, Dan.
She's known a whole lot of guys who weren't nice.  Her mom's uh, friends."

   "I AM a nice guy, Helen.  I have helped Nina with schoolwork, and taken
her to dinner once, and we've talked about everything under the sun," I
paused, "including the Sun.  She's a terribly bright girl who's given me
only the tiniest idea of what's gone on in her life.  And she says that the
past two years, living with you, are the best she's had."

   Helen sighed.  "Lord knows I've tried, Dan.  I'm surprised she made
fifteen without being on drugs and pregnant.  Did she tell you about her
mom?"

   "Was she not supposed to?"

   "No," Helen said.  "I didn't know if she'd open up to anybody about
that. What'd she tell you?"

   "Prison.  Drugs and prostitution."

   "That's the truth.  And some more truth is that she's lived with me on
and off all her life.  Her mom would get a home, bring Nina there, some guy
would move in, and Nina would end up back here.  Last one before her mom
went to jail, I had HIM picked up for tryin' to molest Nina.  He tried. 
Spent a week in the hospital with a stab wound in a very uncomfortable
place."

   "Really?  Nina?"

   "Slept with a knife under her pillow.  He crawled into her bed naked,
figuring she was her mother's daughter, and she took a couple of whacks at
his, uh, his manhood."

   "Wow." And I cringed a little bit, as any man might.  "But Helen, she's
sweet and bright, and funny.  It seems, just from what little I've seen
that she's good with kids.  And she's very well-mannered, from what I saw
at the restaurant Friday evening."

   Helen sighed.  "I've tried to teach her right from wrong.  Church.  How
to get along with others.  "She's a good girl, Dan."

   "That's the side I see, Helen.  Are there bad sides?"

   "Dan," she said, "the only bad side is that she is very hard-headed and
she will stand up for herself.  That's the only trouble she's had at
school. Two years ago when she started at this school, some girl made some
comment about how her mom was in jail and Nina was the same thing.  Nina
put a fist in the girl's face.  Fortunately a teacher saw it and knew that
the girl had been goading Nina for a week.  Nina got 'counseled'.  But they
don't mess with Nina, either.  Boys neither.  One of the football players
decided that she needed his special attention.  He got HERS.  Missed two
games with bruises to, you know..."

   "Remind me not to get Nina mad at me," I said.

   "Yeah," Helen said.  "I can laugh now ...  But Dan, she's ten days shy
of her eighteenth birthday, and two weeks from now she's going to graduate
from high school, and she wants an education.  I've done my best with her
so far."

   "It appears to me that you've done darned good."

   "I like to think so.  But here's the deal.  You came along."

   "Me?  What'd I do?"

   "If I believe her, you've done absolutely nothing but be a friend. 
Frankly, I'm more than a little surprised.  She hated men.  Until YOU came
along."

   "B-but ...  I didn't do anything."

   "That's what she said.  Said the first day she met you, she was watching
you walk and you walked past a bunch of women and didn't turn and stare at
them.  Then you were sitting there reading and the same thing: women would
walk by and you just looked up and then went back to reading."

   "Okay.  I don't do that leering thing that some guys do."

   "Impressed our Nina, it did.  So you're her friend now.  She said Friday
was her first date, ever."

   "She told me that, too."

   Dan," Helen said, "Do you have a girlfriend, a significant other, a
whatever they call them these days?  A woman in your life?"

   "No, I don't."

   "You're not gay, are you?"

   "Uh, NO!  Just celibate.  Single in a big way."

   "Nina.  She's almost eighteen.  I can't stop her from doing what she
wants any more.  I mean, I'm not going to let her do anything in these four
walls.  It's MY house.  But it's HER life.  And since you seem to be her
friend, I'm asking you to be careful with my, with OUR Nina."

   "Wow ...  sounds like Miss Nina's ...  I don't know, Helen.  I've been
single for a bunch of years."

   "Well, son," Helen said.  "Looks like you just might have collected a
girlfriend."

   "B-but ...  I'm thirty-eight..."

   Helen smiled, "Boy, I know guys who'd die to have an eighteen year old
girl falling for him.  And stranger things have worked." She sighed.  "But,
Dan, if you're ...  be careful.  Let her down easy..."

   "Helen," I said, "I didn't even pick her up.  But I would NEVER hurt
her. A week.  That's all I've known her.  And..."

   "Okay, Dan.  I believe you.  But if you hurt my granddaughter, I will
personally hunt you down..." Her gaze was stern, resolute.

   "I believe you.  And I won't hurt her.  But she's eighteen.  What if I'm
the one that gets hurt?"

   "You will learn about my granddaughter.  She's not the hurting kind..."

   "You just told me three people who would differ with you..."

   "Keep that in mind, Dan." She raised her voice.  "Nina, you need to come
in here."

   Nina was back in the room, and this time she perched on the arm of my
chair.  Her hand sat on my shoulder, like she was marking me as her
possession.  "Were you hard on 'im, Grandma?"

   "No, I wasn't, Nina.  I told him a little background stuff.  And how
much I loved you and wanted good things for you.  That's all.  I think you
said you two were going out driving this afternoon?"

   "Yes, ma'am," Nina said.  "I guess.  Since he didn't run screaming out
the door." She stood up and tugged at my bicep.  "Come on, babe.  Let's
go."

   I stood up.  "Helen, I guess that Nina and I are going to go for a ride.
I will have her back home ...  what time?"

   "Eight.  She's got school tomorrow."

   "And I have work.  Okay.  We'll see you then." And we, yes, "WE" walked
out.  Buckled in the SUV, I backed out of the drive and headed up the
residential street.  Once on the road, I rested my right arm on the
console, as was my habit.  I felt a soft, warm, feminine hand take mine.

   "D'you mind this, Dan?" she asked in a soft voice.

   "No, Nina, I don't.  Are you telling me something?"

   "I heard what Grandma told you.  All of it."

   "And what I said, too?"

   "All of that, too..."

   "This is scary to me, Nina ...  I've known you for a week.  It's..."

   "Special?!?"

   "How did you know that's what I was thinking?"

   "I just sort of know..." Her hand left mine and touched my cheek.  "How
about we just be friends ...  And we'll see..."

   "I'd ...  Just friends ...  Okay..."

   And the afternoon was just that, holding hands, the occasional caress of
face or arm the seemed to be transmitting so much more.  We ate dinner at a
country barbecue joint, laughing at the mess we made, walked a nature trail
at a park, and finally headed back into town.  I walked her to the front
door.  Before she opened it, she turned.

   "Thank you for a wonderful day, Dan." And she kissed me.  Chastely. 
Lips closed, but soft, so desirable.  "I'll call you tomorrow.  Homework.
Okay?"

   "Okay," I said.  This time I got a little bold.  I touched my hand to
her waist and gently pulled her toward me and kissed her back.  "I'll see
you tomorrow, baby." And I left.

   I don't remember Monday.  I did remember a photo in my briefcase.  I put
it in a frame, camouflaged by being in with a bunch of other pictures of
me, co-workers, friends.  But a thousand times during the day, I looked up
at those eyes.

   I was out the gate at four.  Home by four-thirty.  Bathed and shaved and
thinking about supper when the cell buzzed.  I was hoping ...  Nina!

   "Hi, sweetness," I said.

   "Hi, boyfriend," she answered.  "You busy?"

   "Not in the least.  Waiting."

   "Me too.  I'm on the way."

   "Come on."

   Fifteen minutes later she walked in.  "I didn't even knock."

   "So I noticed." I reached onto the counter.  "Here's something, just in
case."

   "A key?"

   "Yeah.  In case I'm not here and you need anything."

   "But you're ALWAYS here," and then she smiled.  "I guess you're not
worried about me walking in on you and some other woman."

   "There ARE no other women, babe.  And there will BE no other women."

   "Serious friends, then, huh?"

   "Serious," I affirmed.  "Uh, got any homework?"

   "Nope.  Just reviews."

   "Do you need any help?  I mean, I'm supposed to help you, you know..."

   The grin was enormous.  "You DO help, babe," she said.  She produced her
iPod.  "Can we do this?"

   "Oh, yeah.  Here!  Let's get it started.  I have most of them on a hard
drive.  I got the transfer started.  It's gonna take a while."

   She smiled.  "Then put this on." She handed me a CD, Beethoven. 
Pastorale.  I put it in the player and then accepted her tug onto the sofa.
This time we were NOT at opposite ends.

   "Turn the lights down," she said.  I turned down the lights.  And she
nestled back into my arms and that's where we stayed.  No groping.  No
heavy breathing.

   "Mmmmm.  You smell good, babe," she said.  She nestled her face into my
chest.

   That presented me with her hair, brushed to perfection, smelling clean,
soft to the touch of my lips.  I kissed the top of her perfect head and she
responded by pulling my arms tight around her.  On top of a pair of small
but wonderfully firm breasts.  But she had my hands captured in hers, and
there was no way I was going to make a move to touch things that needed
touching, caressing, fondling ...  No way.

   Her breathing was even, regular ...  asleep in my arms.  Oh, well.  If
she wanted to sleep, I'd let her sleep.  Finally, a cramp in my leg
required, insisted, demanded movement.  I tried not to disturb her, but was
unsuccessful.

   "Mmmmm" escaped her lips.  "I thought I was dreaming, babe." I adjusted
my crampy leg and she rearranged herself in my arms again.  "This is
better."

   "You were asleep, Nina."

   "I know.  I didn't sleep good last night.  Just tossed and turned for
hours it seemed.  I don't know how I made it through school today.  But the
music ...  You holding me ...  It's perfect.  Uh ...  I'm sorry I'm not
much company, babe."

   "Oh, it's horrible, it is ...  Lounging on the sofa with a pretty girl
in my arms.  I am perfectly happy, little one."

   "I am, too, Dan.  Uh, what time is it?"

   "'Bout time for you to head home, babe ...  as much as I enjoy this..."

   "I know," she said.

   We untangled and she stood.  I stood with her and then went and
retrieved her iPod.  "Here," I said.  "You'll have good music." I escorted
her to the door and got another chaste, tender, lips closed kiss.  And a
hug.  And I kissed the top of her head and breathed the sweetness in, and I
let her go.

   Tuesday was different.  Nina was excited.  "Don't forget tomorrow's the
day you're supposed to give me my tour," she reminded me.

   "Like I could forget.  How's that gonna work?  Am I supposed to pick you
up at school?"

   "Can you get off to do that?  I can ride the bus, and then you can come
get me at school and bring me home at the end of the day..."

   "I can do that," I said.  "Do they know what we're doing?"

   She smiled.  "Just ask for Mr.  Simpson.  He's my counselor.  I talked
with him and I got a permission slip signed by Grandma and everything's
cool."

   "I'll be there at twelve-thirty," I said.  "Wear something comfortable."

   "I can do that," Nina smiled.  "I'm looking forward to seeing your
world."

   "Not just my world, babe," I said.  "You're wanting to be an engineer
too, you know."

   "I know."

   "I want to help you." I picked up my car keys.  "Let's go for a ride..."

   "Where?"

   "I don't know," I said.  "Just ride around..."

   "No," she said.  "I liked last night.  We just sat and listened to
music. It was nice, just to not worry about tests and lessons and school
for a while.  And be held..."

   "Okay," I said.  "Just didn't want you bored.  What do you want to start
with?"

   She reached in her purse and picked out her iPod and punched at the
touchwheel.  "Moonlight Sonata.  For starters."

   I took the suggestion and lined up her first choice and several others
of similar vein on the playback queue of the computer I used to manage my
sound system and started the music.

   "Dim the lights, babe," Nina said.  "And come sit in your chair."

   "My chair" was a big recliner.  Many a night I'd fallen asleep in its
comfy confines.  But last night Nina and I had snuggled on the sofa.  The
recliner wasn't wide enough for both of us.  But I followed her instruction
and sat.  And she slid onto my lap.

   "Am I too big to sit on your lap?" she purred.

   I answered by encircling her in my arms and kicking the recliner back to
deposit her on top of me.  "Is this okay?"

   And she kissed me.  Not the safe, chaste kiss from the evening before.
No, her lips, while closed, were hot, soft and searching and I responded in
kind.

   "Mmmmm," she said.

   "Oh, Nina," was all I could do.  I sucked in a breath, trying to clear
my head, thinking, "Dan, what did you expect?  You have her in your arms."

   Another kiss.  Her lips parted, her tongue tentative, almost frightened,
touched my lips and I parted my lips and lightly touched my own tongue's
tip to hers.  Feeling that, her tongue became emboldened and she probed my
mouth as I tasted her for the first time.  She broke the kiss after long
moments, sighing.

   "Mmmm, Dannnnnn..."

   "My Nina." My words drew another kiss, her body twisting to put us face
to face, her arms between us, her hands grasping my shirt.

   "Dan..."

   "Nina ...  baby.  Oh, god..." I breathed in, the scent of a hint of her
perfume in my nostrils.  "another, baby." And she turned her face to me. 
This one was hotter than the last.  My hands stroked her hair, sleek, soft
to my touch, my fingers brushing the bare skin of her neck.  When she
raised her lips away from me, I touched her face, enraptured.

   "Dan ...  you..."

   "Me?  Me, what..."

   "No, never mind.  You'll think I'm a silly young girl."

   "I haven't thought you were silly from the first time we talked, little
one.  What are you thinking..."

   "Stuff that I probably shouldn't..."

   That intrigued me.  There was a single part of my anatomy that was a
long way past any intrigue.  My dick was hard, almost painful, because it
had gone hard while pointed in the wrong direction.  But I didn't think
with that.  I wasn't going to LET myself think with that.  I knew in my
head and in my heart that I could not be the kind of man who'd take
advantage of Nina.  "Babe, I'm your friend..."

   She put her fingertip to my lips, shutting me up.  "That's just it!  You
ARE my friend.  But..."

   "But, what..."

   "No, I'm being silly..."

   "Try me.  I can evaluate silly.  I'm an engineer." She kissed me again,
almost like she was slaking a thirst.

   "Okay ...  Dan, is it silly to believe in love at first sight?"

   "It's not silly to believe in love," I said.  "And I guess it can happen
fast, and it can happen ...  I don't know, why not?  With who?"

   "You." she said, simply.  "Who am I kissing?  YOU!" She sighed, "Dan,
you're the first guy I ever kissed because I wanted to KISS him.  I mean, I
was a little girl and I kissed little boys, like little kids do.  But since
I was old enough to get over the little girl, little boy thing, I have
never kissed a guy.  Like since I was ten." She brushed her lips across
mine like she was testing, then they melted into mine, her tongue brushing
my lips as I opened my mouth to her.

   A thousand heartbeats later, it seemed, I was gazing at her perfect face
in the dim light of the room, the music of the masters adding to the
perfection.  It was my turn.  "Nina, baby, dearest..."

   A brief kiss before she answered.  "Yes, Dan..."

   "How can I ...  I've fallen in love with a dream..."

   Giggle.  Sigh.  "You too?"

   "Yeah.  And your grandma said..."

   "I heard what Grandma said.  You hear what Nina says." She sat up a
little straighter, out of kissing range.  "I am a week short of my
eighteenth birthday.  I have NOT had a good life except for the time I
spent with my grandmother.  And at school, even though I have been an
outsider.  Kids at school know about my mother and they know me, and I
don't put up with getting the two of us confused.  I am NOT my mother in
any way, shape or form.  And I am different from other eighteen year old
girls.  I don't have any illusions about knights and shining armor and
castles and princesses and pretty ponies.  None of that crap.  I am logical
and mature and intelligent.  And at THIS point, Dan Gleason, I think I have
found myself to be in love.  With you."

   "Wow.  That's quite a speech," I said.  "Now, do you want to hear mine?"

   "You've got one?"

   "I didn't PLAN one, but since YOU started it, I am thirty-eight years
old, I have been badly hurt by several women in my life whom I've, in each
case, committed to spend the rest of my life with.  One has my daughter,
and the way things are going now, I will never get to be a father to her. I
do not easily fall in love, and I do not sleep around or do one night
stands.  I find that my tastes are different than most people's especially
most women's and I had decided that unless some bolt of lightning out of
the blue dropped a lifemate into my lap, I would just as happily spend the
rest of my life with a cat as a companion." I paused.  "And YOU'RE in my
lap.  Thirty-eight year old guys are NOT supposed to be in love with
eighteen year old girls.  Especially after knowing them for a week and a
half.  But I am in love.  And I like it."

   "Shut up," she said, "and kiss me.  Lots."

   I ignored the discomfort in my crotch.  I wasn't about to break this
mood.  I complied with her order and provided her with kisses.  Lots.



   ------

   Chapter 3

   At eight PM I let Nina go.  My hands had wandered over her back and
shoulders and arms and her hands had done the same to me.  Neither of us
had teased or attempted to touch skin that was covered by clothing. 
Chaste. It was little wonder that after seeing her out the front door, I
was in the shower easing the pressures that had built all evening.

   I wasn't a constant masturbator.  I wasn't asexual, it's just that I
didn't do fantasies very well.  I didn't have a fantasy in mind on this
night.  I saw blue eyes and almost ebony brown hair and that outrageous
blonde fringe and laughter and I squirted for relief, not lust.

   At twenty minutes after noon the next day I was at the local high
school, in the office, asking for Miss Nina Sayers.  The middle-aged lady
at the office counter sent a student assistant away to get the guidance
counselor.  I met him in a couple of minutes, a balding, fifty-ish man of
husky build.

   "Hi!  I'm Jim Simpson.  Guidance counselor.  You're getting one of my
prize students."

   "I'm Dan Gleason.  Electrical Engineer.  I promised her a plant tour."

   "Ah," he grinned.  "Electrical engineer.  So THAT'S the connection."

   "Yessir," I said.  "She indicated an interest, and I let her talk me
into an afternoon of wandering around a smelly old chemical plant."

   He laughed.  "She's a joy.  A student who wants to get it.  Who works to
get it.  Gosh, I wish I saw more of 'em."

   "Hi, Mister Dan," came a chirpy voice.

   I looked to the door and saw Nina, jeans and a long-sleeved cotton
shirt, sensible leather shoes, her backpack slung over her left shoulder.

   "You ready to go?" I asked her.

   "Yessir.  Sign me out!"

   "Mister Jim, here's my card.  Maybe we can get together a program for
other interested students."

   "Thanks," he said.  "I'll call you."

   "Okay, do that.  We'll see you later." I signed the proper forms and
walked out with Nina at my side.  We got in my SUV.

   She poked me.  "Just remember, mister, that this "interested student"
LOVES you."

   "I will not forget that, baby.  This old engineer loves you too."

   The ride to the plant was twenty minutes, followed by signing her in the
security gate, giving her a visitor's hard hat and safety glasses, and then
hopping in the golf cart that was my personal in-plant transport.  Somehow,
the idea that I had a golf-cart to run around in all day was impressive.

   "My time's a bit too important to waste walking back and forth," I said.
We did the grand circle around the place as I showed her the production
units and the shops and my pet, the powerhouse where two big generators
converted steam to electricity.  "Wanna see my office?"

   "Sure," she beamed.

   I pulled up and parked.

   "You have your own parking spot."

   "Yep.  And my own office." We walked in the door and I started
introducing her to my co-workers.

   Old guy, Harvey.  "So this is the one you've been telling us about? 
Nina, is it?"

   "Yessir," Nina said.

   "And you're wanting to be an electrical engineer?"

   "Yessir."

   He laughed.  "I wish my daughter'd want to be an engineer.  I'm paying
out the nose so she can go into marketing.  Hah!  Miss Nina, you're too
pretty to be an ELECTRICAL engineer.  You ought to do mechanical."

   Nina laughed.  "Oh, no sir!  Mister Dan says they're all
knuckle-draggers!"

   Harvey guffawed.  "That's what I expected him to say."

   I showed Nina my office, the piles of books and prints, the big monitor
for the computer, and the unit clerk, thirtyish, plump, smiling Jannie.

   "Jannie," I said, "This is Nina Sayers.  Soon to be an engineering
student."

   "Hi, Mizz Jannie," said Nina.

   "Hi, Nina," said Jannie.  "Don't let him fill your head with ideas.  I
run this place."

   "She's right, you know," I laughed.  I guided her to my office.

   "Hmph!  The one at your house is neater," she observed.

   I showed her some artifacts of some notorious equipment failures, a few
pictures, a few examples of our drawings, and then we went back out into
the loud, smelly world I worked in.  The tour took us in the noise and heat
and humidity of steam powerhouses and clean, cool, high-tech of modern
control facilities.  We peeked at the maze of wires that did the control,
and at the arm-thick cables that moved huge amounts of electrical power,
and the odd-looking apparatus of high voltage substations, and she drank it
in.

   We caught a crew of electricians at work pulling in a new set of cables
and she pretty much shut the job down by showing up.  Pretty young girls
with striking hair showing underneath their hard hats can do that.  And I
really flustered the crew leader by asking HIM to explain a bit about what
they were doing.  And she smiled and thanked him.

   We toured a couple of production units and I took her to the quality
control lab so she could see chemists testing the final products.  And I
introduced her to the plant's engineering manager and told him that Nina
would be lining up for a summer internship a year hence.

   Four o'clock saw us pulling my golf cart into its slot so we could walk
together to the parking lot.  I signed my fledgling out of the plant and
then scanned my own badge to end my day, and we got in my car to head home.
As soon as we cleared the boundary fence she grabbed my free hand, hauled
it to her lips and kissed it.

   "'Cuz I can't crawl over the console and kiss YOU!" she cooed.  "That's
all so wonderful, Dan!"

   I shook my head, almost disbelieving.  "It's WORK, doll!"

   "I know, but EVERYBODY'S got to work at something, and that's
INTERESTING!"

   "It is," I admitted.  "It's what I like to do.  Well, maybe not the
paperwork, but the technology, the constant mental challenges of making
things work better, helping people learn to do things, that's what I like."

   "I saw that, baby," she said.  "Those guys we talked to, you could see
it in their faces, that they thought a lot of you."

   "I don't know about all that," I said.  "I've pissed 'em all off at one
time or another."

   "That happens between people," she said.  "If you're put together,
there's always going to be times when you don't necessarily want the same
thing at the same time.  But there's always somebody who's right, and
somebody who's boss.  You have to hope those two belong to the same person
at the end of the day, and that everybody is mature enough to get past
getting told "no" and go on."

   "You're a wise young lady." I took my eyes off traffic long enough to
regard her pretty face.

   "You don't live with my mom without getting crash courses in human
relations, Dan."

   "I suppose.  And you seem to apply them yourself.  The right way."

   "I try.  But you know, I know other people who try sometimes, and things
just go wrong.  Like I said, one person's right, and one person's going to
win, and you hope those are both the same person.  Because if the one who's
right, loses, well..."

   "But sometimes that's the way life is, babe," I said.  "sometimes being
right is a matter of life or death.  Sometimes being right is choosing the
entertainment for the evening.  One battle is worth pulling out all the
stops.  The other is worth a shrug and eating spaghetti because that's what
your partner wanted instead of schnitzel."

   "Don't sweat the small stuff, huh?" She giggled.  "And most of it IS
small stuff."

   "Yeah, like dinner tonight.  I drop you off at your house, you clean up
and get a little bit dressed up while I go to MY house and do the same, and
then I pick you up for dinner and I'm thinking rib-eyes and you're thinking
enchiladas..."

   "Actually, I was thinking of calling Grandma and seeing if she wants to
go out to eat with us.  She's got this friend..."

   "Boyfriend?"

   Giggle.  "If you want to call a sixty-something guy "boy", I guess so.
But we could ALL go out and eat."

   "That would be nice.  Makes us look respectable."

   "Hah!  Babe, we ARE respectable." She smiled.

   "Yeah, once you get past the part where a seventeen year old girl is
running the roads with a thirty-eight year old guy."

   "Where the guy is an engineer who just took a high school student on a
field trip.  And helps her with calculus and trig and physics." She sighed,
sounding a bit exasperated.  "Besides, I'm a week shy of being eighteen,
and at eighteen if I want to go out and get MARRIED, I can, with nobody's
permission..."

   "Except maybe the guy you're marrying..."

   She laughed, "Yeah, there is THAT.  But what I'm saying is that there's
nothing illegal."

   These conversations were what I liked about Nina.  She let her mind roll
around a subject, as much to see what SHE thought as what I thought. 
"Nina, punkin, " I said.  "There's a huge difference between what's legal
and what's considered proper."

   "Believe me, babe, I know that," she continued.  "And sometimes," she
continued, "that's good.  And sometimes it makes NO sense at all.  Like,
I'm seventeen.  D'you KNOW how many seventeen year old girls I know of who
are still VIRGINS?"

   "Uh..." I had no idea.

   "I'll tell you.  One.  ME!  But I don't know everybody.  But the girls I
hear, they've ALL done it.  Some of 'em do it a LOT.  With a lot of
different guys.  I'm sorry.  I had a mom like that.  I don't EVEN want to
be like Mom."

   "But just because a lot of people do something doesn't make it right. 
Stupidity can flourish in large groups."

   Giggle.  "I saw that on a sign in your office!" I had a poster that said
"Never underestimate the stupidity of people in large groups."

   She kept on.  "But what irks me, Dan Gleason, is getting lumped into the
group.  Like my hair.  Until I did this blonde tipping thing, I looked
pretty conservative.  I don't do fashion trends.  But do something striking
to my hair, and then I was lumped in with a group.  Just because of how I
look." She sighed.  "That was a revelation.  Even some of my teachers..."

   "You learned a lesson."

   "Yeah.  I should've gotten it trimmed off for my birthday."

   "You do what you want.  I have to admit, though, the first day I met
you, I saw the hair and the first thought was "Goth chick".  Until I looked
closer and saw dark brown, not black, and the only piercings were one in
each ear.  And then you started talking, and that erased any preconceptions
I might have entertained."

   "See," she said.  We turned on the street of her grandma's house. 
"Anyway, what I'm saying is that in some cases it's okay to go counter to
the accepted norms.  Sometimes the norms are good.  Sometimes they're
stereotypes.  And eighteen and thirty-eight..."

   We pulled into her driveway.  This time she did climb halfway over the
console and deliver a chaste kiss.  "I'll call you after I talk to Grandma
...  See ya, babe!"

   I smiled.  "See you in a bit, angel." I wanted, almost blurted, "I love
you..." but how stupid could I be, three weeks into knowing her.  But then
I remembered already crossing THAT line.  I drove home, silently thinking.
At the house, I met the cat at the door, gave him a perfunctory scratching
behind his ears, then stripped, showered, shaved, and the phone rang. 
Nina.

   "Hello, little girl."

   "Hello, old man," she giggled.  "Can you come get me in forty-five
minutes?  Grandma's gonna ride with Ed.  That's her guy.  And I wanted to
ride with you."

   "Where are we going?"

   "I hope you're up for that Italian place again..."

   "Good memories there.  Most wonderful first date in my whole life took
place there.  With a girl you'd think was a Goth until you found out
different..."

   Her voice was lower, almost a whisper...  "Dan, you say sweet things to
me..."

   "You mean sweet things to me."

   Her sigh was audible over the phone.  "See you in forty-five minutes,
okay..."

   "I'll be there, babe!"

   Dinner was an enjoyable time.  Nina's grandmother, Helen, was an
interesting person in her own right, and her "friend" Ed was a business
man, semi-retired, and a funny guy, smart, acerbic wit, and Nina, was,
well, in conversation, capable beyond her years.  Salads came and went. 
Entrees.  Desserts.  Coffee.

   In the parking lot, we split up into two couples again.  I promised to
have Nina home by nine, it being a school night.  That gave us an hour
alone together and Nina's comment: "let's go to your house."

   Twenty minutes later we were there.  In my recliner.  With Nina in my
lap, and we were kissing and caressing one another, each keeping hands
strictly limited to no private areas.  The only feel of her perky, smallish
(now that I'd seen her in something other than over-sized shirts) breasts
was the feel of them pressed against my chest or arm.  The only feel of her
softly curved, shapely butt was it pressed against my lap.

   Her lips melted me, though.  Except for one particular part, and I knew
she HAD to feel it pressing against her from inside my trousers, but she
never acted as though it was of concern to her.

   "I know we don't have a lot of time, tonight, Dan, but I just needed you
to kiss me and hold me." We kissed.  I lead the way at first, but her own
mouth was ranging around my neck and face now, and I said NOTHING about her
use of her teeth but she had a habit of attaching herself to my neck and
sucking and biting.

   I loved it, although I cautioned her about visible marks.  We kissed and
caressed.  "Dan," she said, "I ...  Uh ...  You make me feel ...  Uh..."
Her voice fell to a whisper.  "I love you.  You make me love you."

   "I love you too, Nina..."

   She turned her head.  The clock was clearly visible.  And our evening
was almost at its end.

   "Dan," she said, preparatory to dropping a bomb, "I wish I didn't have
to go home..."

   I took a deep breath, knowing that the response to this simple statement
was of monumental importance to the future of Dan and Nina.  "I think that
would be wonderful.  I love having you near me."

   Kiss.  She said, "I mean, like "together", Dan ...  I've thought about
it."

   "I have, too, Nina..."

   She burrowed into my chest.  "You have?  Really?  Me?"

   "Who else?  You're my everything ...  If you want to be."

   "I do, you know.  I've thought about it."

   "And..."

   And then my Nina shifted from hormonal teen to Little Miss Logical. 
"And I think we might ...  It just could be..." She sighed.  "Dan, I love
you.  Very much.  You're the first guy I ever loved..."

   "I feel quite privileged to have that distinction bestowed on me,
sweetness," I said.

   Kiss.  "Mmmmm..." sigh.  "You've been ...  Uh ...  Is this the way it
is?"

   "No," I said truthfully.  "It isn't."

   That answer caused her to raise herself to look into my face.  "No?" Her
eyes looked concerned.

   "No.  Never has been.  This," I said, "is the way I WANTED it to be."

   "Really?  Because it's important to me..."

   "Babe," I said, "I look at how we are, three weeks together, and I'm
amazed.  You walk in here, pull a CD from my collection, and it's
Boccherini.  We talk, and it's about science and news and philosophy.  We
kiss, and..."

   "I know," she said," finishing my sentence for me.  "I know ...  You've
always let me be myself." Another sigh.  "I guess I need to go ...  home."

   We untangled, my body aching for her continued presence, and then
entwined ourselves together, standing, kissing, and I felt her hand slide
downward past my belt and over my butt.  And then pull away.  Her eyes
surveyed mine but she said nothing.

   A short while later we were at her house and I walked her to the door.
Ah, the "door kiss".  Chastely, she tiptoed and planted and kiss on my
lips, short, oh so sweet.  "Dan, this has been a wonderful day.  We'll have
more.  And better."

   And I went home.

   Thursday.  Friday.  Less than a week to her birthday.  A week until her
high school graduation.  Despite her grades, she wasn't valedictorian. 
She'd only maintained the high average for the past two years.  The kid who
got the honors had been pumping out straight A's for four.  And wasn't
doing four maths and four sciences and was likely headed into liberal arts
instead of engineering.  Nina's commentary on this fact was wry and
laconic. "He played the game for points.  I'm after knowledge."

   Saturday was her babysitting job.  We did meet at the park and sat
together while her charges worked themselves to exhaustion, and I retired
to spend Saturday night accompanied by my cat.  And the cat missed Nina.

   Sunday I got Nina after church and we did the classic drive in the
country.  Monday was the last of her final exams.  Grades were Wednesday,
and Friday night I was in the stadium watching my love receive her diploma,
along with five hundred other kids.  I knew that many of them were headed
off to parties afterward.  Nina'd told me that she'd been invited.

   "Babe, go if you want to.  This is your only high school graduation."

   "Yes it is, Dan," she'd said while holding onto me with her arms around
my neck.  "Let's see.  What should I do?  Choices ...  I could go to a
social event with the same kids who used to give me pure hell, and where
there will be drinking and drugs and loud music that I fail to appreciate,
or I can come here, have a quiet dinner with a man whom I adore, and listen
to the masters ...  Oh, such a difficult choice..."

   "Did I mention that you have a sarcastic streak?"

   "Me?!??!" she squealed in mock indignation.

   "Yes, you." I kissed her on her nose.  "And I find it delightful."

   And that's why, after her graduation ceremony, we ended up at my house.

   But her birthday was two days before.  And we celebrated with a quiet
party for four, me, her, her grandmother, and her grandmother's beau, at a
nice restaurant.  And I presented her with a ring.  No, not an engagement
ring.  Just a, as I said at the dinner table, "friendship" ring.  With a
sapphire, because I remembered her telling me that she liked the blue
color.

   But back to that post-graduation thing.  She was eighteen years and
three days old now.  And our post-graduation dinner was the standard
foursome, late in the evening, courtesy of reservations.  And after a
surreptitious conversation with her grandmother beforehand to make sure I
wasn't violating HER wishes, I asked Nina if she'd like to try a glass of
wine with the meal.

   And Ed proposed a toast: "To Nina, who's like a grand-daughter (he
cocked an eye towards Helen and winked) to me.  Young lady, may this page
in your life turn and find you in a new and wonderful chapter!"

   And we clinked glasses and enjoyed our meal.

   And in the car after the meal, we headed back to my house, because, she
said, "Every place we go will be full of graduating kids.  It'll be a
madhouse." So we turned towards the house and in twenty minutes I was in
the driveway.  We walked inside.

   After the door closed behind us, I faced a very pretty eighteen year old
girl who wanted a kiss.  And when she wrapped her arms around my neck to
get that kiss, her body formed against me and I felt myself getting hard.
I'm sure she did, too, but she made no notice except to merge into my arms.
After the first kiss broke, she said, "I told Grandma I'd be home at
midnight.  She said that was reasonable, considering that it was my
graduation."

   "That is reasonable, babe." I kissed her again.  And when this one
broke, she took me by the hand into the living room.

   "Sit," she commanded.  I sat while she picked music for the evening and
loaded the CD player.  When she got the music started, she came to sit on
my lap.  Together we rocked the recliner back and she eased into her
snuggle mode, semi-sideways, the soft roundness of her hip pressing into my
crotch, her torso twisted to let us kiss and cuddle, and my hands, one
cradled her head, the other softly stroked her shoulder and back, never
straying lower than her waist, never to the soft, waiting breasts.  Her
lips, her neck, her ears, those were a playground for my mouth, and she
took equal liberties with me, although she did give herself free reign over
my chest.

   Her hundred and thirty pounds was never the problem.  There was a
problem.  My dick.  I learned early in these exercises that I needed to
make sure it was pointed in the right direction before we began our
marathon cuddling, because the smell, the feel, the taste of her lips, the
feel of her skin, I got hard and stayed hard.  Was it torture?  Yes.  And
no.  I told myself that here was this delightful creature who wanted to be
held and caressed and kissed, and I decided that I would do just that until
doomsday because of the riches of her smile, her laugh, the joy I got from
seeing twinkling eyes and that lop-sided smirk when she dropped a horrible
pun into conversations or laughed at our jokes together.

   And she said she loved me.  In my mind that put me in a different
position.  Love.  Not lust.  At least not the lust that put us in bed
together.  I figured that if she wished that at some time in the future, I
would accede to her desires.  But that would be at her pace.

   We listened to the music for a while then flipped on the TV and watched
a bit, talking about what we saw in the middle of some fairly recent chick
flick.

   "Dan, baby," she said, "is it wrong to want the fairy tale?"

   "Fairy tale?  Like in "happily ever after?"

   "Yes," she sighed.

   "I dunno, sweetness.  I guess.  But I think you have to define your own
happiness, and know that pieces of it come up after some tough things. 
Some people never learn that."

   "Do YOU know how to do that, Dan?"

   "I was doing pretty good, babe," I said.  "You know I love my
profession. I enjoy the people I work with.  Yeah, I was being pretty happy
until about a month ago."

   "And then I came along and made you unhappy?" Her face took a sad look.

   "No, babe, not a bit unhappy, every day that I have you.  I'm just
fitting you into my new definition of happy.  It's dangerous."

   "How's it dangerous?"

   "Because I've been hurt before by women I thought I was happy with.  And
they were happy with me.  Until they weren't.  Hurts..."

   "Oh, baby, I didn't mean to make you sad." Her eyes were moist, on the
verge of tears.

   "Oh, please, Nina, don't even think that you make me sad.  You're the
thing in my life that makes me happiest." I kissed her, brushing her bangs
aside with my lips so I could reach her forehead.  "But you brought the
subject up.  What's on YOUR mind, babe?  Hmmm?"

   And a first happened.  She rolled her hips to place her body full length
on mine.  And she propped her face in her hands, looking at me.

   "Me.  And you."

   "Us?"

   "D'ya think of it as "us"?"

   "Yes, pretty much.  Let's see.  Since I met you a month ago, the only
place I go by myself is to work and to the grocery store.  And the park. 
But when I get there, you're there."

   The cat jumped up on the arm of the recliner.  Nina stroked him,
starting his loudest purrs.

   "So, yes," I continued, "it's "us".  At least in my mind.  But what do
you think?"

   "Us.  But I thought I was being presumptuous."

   "Presuming what?"

   She had an incredible shyness at times.  This was one of those times. 
"That you could love me.  Like, love, not sex."

   "You, dearest, are smart, funny, and in my eyes, incredibly pretty.  You
have a quick wit and you apparently read books without pictures.  Your
vocabulary includes words like "presumptuous" and others with more than two
syllables.  If I was a quadriplegic and could never hope to do any more
than just see you and listen to you and talk with you, I'd love you."

   She smiled.

   "But here you are in my arms and I breathe deep when you're around, just
to add the happy scent of you to the happiness I get from seeing you and
hearing you, and you're in my arms, and I just as well have had my first
kiss a month ago when your lips first touched mine, for the way I feel when
we kiss.  Yeah.  Love.  Not sex."

   "Dan," she said, "Love is ...  Is ...  forever.  I think."

   "I thought so, too, babe.  But some people don't.  I've fallen in love,
forever, before.  Had it shoved up my nose."

   "I'm sorry," she said softly.  "I kinda know..."

   "How, babe?  You've..."

   She put her index finger against my lips.  "Shhhh!  I paid attention. 
Mom.  And had long talks with Grandma about what I saw.  I don't want that
done to me, like Mom did, guy after guy, getting dumped on because she
didn't know the difference between sex and love at first, then later when
she just didn't care, and she dished out as good as she got.  But you know,
somewhere deep inside, I think she was still hoping..."

   "It's my turn to say I'm sorry, babe." I kissed her gently.  Her lips
melded into mine.

   "But some people get it, huh, babe?"

   "Yeah, sweetie, some do.  That old guy who told you to be a mechanical
engineer, he's been married forty years.  Has pictures of his wife and kids
and grandkids.  Some do."

   Another sigh.  "'It's what I want, Dan."

   I sighed.  We'd had parts of this conversation before ...  Gently I
said, "Sweetie, we've talked about this.  I'm afraid.  You're eighteen. 
Pretty.  Getting ready to start college.  And every class you go to is
going to be filled with kids your age, some of them guys, and you're taking
engineering courses, so that screens out a lot of the run of the mill jocks
and dumbasses.  You'll meet some guy and the two of you will click and then
you'll decide to start off your careers together."

   This time there WERE tears.  "Dan, do you still TRUST people?  Me?"

   "I want to, baby..."

   There was a new insistence in her next kiss.  "You'll see." She pushed
up from my chest.  "Babe, it's time to go.  Almost midnight.  'Kay?"

   "Okay..." came from my lips.  "One of these days ...  uh, make that
"nights"," was in my head, running around, screaming.

   We kissed long and hard, standing.  In the car she said, "Babysitting
tomorrow, sugar.  Meet me at the park?"

   "I'll be there.  To see my dream in the sunlight, taking care of
kids..."

   "Brats..." she laughed.  "Well, they ARE getting better."

   "Yeah," I said.  "You said you won't be babysitting all summer?"

   "Nope!" she giggled.  "This is the last weekend.  They're going
somewhere for the summer.  I won't know WHAT to do with myself on Saturdays
after this weekend..."

   "I can think of a million things..."

   "Me too, love," and she giggled.  And I was glad.  I loved her when she
was giggly.  We pulled into the drive at her house and I walked her to her
door and kissed her.

   By seven AM Saturday morning I was running a fever.  I don't know ... 
some kind of virus, I thought.  I took my own temperature and it was 101. I
couldn't see straight.  Every muscle in my body ached.  I tried eating
breakfast and it came back up faster than it went down.  I staggered back
to bed and lay down and passed out.

   In the dim spaces of my head, I heard ringing.  Insistent ringing.  It
went away.  Came back.  Finally, in my fever I deciphered that it was my
phone.  I picked up.

   Nina's voice.  "Dan, I'm at the park.  Where are you?"

   I croaked, "Home.  Sick.  Fever.  Can't move.  Throwing up."

   "Baby..." she gasped.  "I'm coming..."

   "No, not with the kids.  Don't come here.  I don't want to expose
you..."

   "Grandma will watch the kids.  I'm coming over!"

   The exertion drained what little energy I had and I flopped back down
and in a second I was back out of it.

   The next time I awoke, a cool, moist cloth was soothingly wiping my
face. "Nina..." I croaked.  My throat felt like nails were driven into the
back of it.

   "Babe, you're SICK!  I've been wiping your face for an hour.  You've
been out of it."

   "Uhhh" was all I could get out.

   She picked up the electronic thermometer from bedside and stuck it in my
mouth for a minute, then read it.

   "102," she said.  She flipped open her cellphone.  "Grandma.  He's 102.
NO.  Semi-conscious.  No.  I can take him if I can get him to the car." She
looked at me.  "Babe.  Can you walk?  We're going to the emergency room."

   I tried several times to turn and rise to a sitting position; oblivious
to the fact that I was wearing only a t-shirt and tightie-whities.  As I
was gathering strength, she rummaged through my dresser to find a pair of
shorts and knelt in front of my legs as they dangled off the side of the
bed.  She picked up one foot at a time and put my feet into the pants legs,
then pulled them up as high as she could with me sitting.  As I tried to
stand, she helped steady me and knelt down again, pulling my shorts up,
reaching around the back to pull them up to my waist, then tugging up the
front.  Disastrously, there was a bulge that just didn't fit easily.  She
looked up at me and saw me dazed and shaking from the effort of standing,
and she shrugged and her fingers pushed on the bulge in my drawers and
pulled my shorts up.  She snapped them then pulled the zipper up, her
fingers pushing gently to keep that pesky bulge out of the way.  She
stuffed my wallet into my back pocket.

   She supported me to the front door.

   "My car," I said hoarsely, my throat a mass of pain.

   "You sure, babe?"

   ""Sure..."

   She picked the keys off the board by the front door and we left the
house.  She opened the passenger door and pushed me to get me inside and
then buckled my seatbelt.  "I do this for my kids all the time, she said,
trying to make me feel better.  She returned to the front door and locked
it, then got in my SUV and cranked it up.  Fifteen minutes later I was a
dazed mess under the awning at the emergency room and Nina was haranguing
the staff to get a gurney out to unload me.  As the orderlies rolled me
inside, Nina recovered my wallet from my pocket and attended to the
registration.

   Twenty minutes later I was being poked and prodded and stuck and Nina
was at my side, fretting, holding my hand in hers.  The doctor came in,
left, came back.

   "Miss Gleason," he said, "He's got bad strep throat.  We're going to
keep him overnight and put some antibiotics in him."

   "It's serious?" Nina asked in a small voice.

   "It could've gotten worse and we'd have been in trouble, but he's gonna
be okay.  This nurse is going to give him a couple of shots.  One for the
pain, the other is a quick-acting antibiotic.  And he's going upstairs."

   I was in and out.  Swallowing was like having a red-hot poker driven
into the back of my throat.  The pain-killer was blessed relief, and as I
drifted off, Nina patted my arm.  "Babe," she said, "I'm gonna go home and
get you some things.  I'll be back." And she kissed my cheek and left.

   Some hours alter I woke up in a hospital room, dimly lit, and there at
my bedside was Nina.

   "Babe," I said.

   "Hi, baby.  I'm worried."

   I looked at the IV dripping into my arm, big bag of fluid, little
piggyback of IV antibiotics which were apparently kicking streptococcus ass
in my body.  I could almost swallow without wincing.

   "I'm gonna be okay.  I can swallow now."

   "Good." She rubbed my arm gently.

   There was a knock at the door and the voice of a staff nurse.

   "Come in," said Nina.  "He's awake now."

   The hefty nurse came in with her instrument cart.  "Well hello," Mister
Gleason," she said.  "Good to see you awake." She stuck an infrared
thermometer in my ear.  "Fever's coming way down.  You were over a hundred
and two when you came in.  Have you tried drinking."

   "No, not yet."

   "Can you give it a try for me," she smiled.  Nina handed me a waterglass
with a straw.  I sucked at the straw, wincing first from the movement of my
throat as I tried to suck then again as the ice water hit it.  But that
felt GOOD.  I drank a bit.

   "Very good!" chirped the nurse.  "I've got another round of Demerol on
the chart for you."

   "Uh..." I said.

   The nurse said, "You ought to take it.  You're still running on the last
dose and you're gonna hurt when it wears off."

   "Do it, then," I said.

   The nurse injected the painkiller into my IV line and I started drifting
off.

   "He's going to sleep some more," she told Nina.  "If you need to go home
and rest..."

   "I'm not leaving his side," Nina said, determinedly.



   ------

   Chapter 4

   I woke again after midnight when the nurse made her rounds.  When the
nurse walked in, Nina woke up and stood by me.  My fever was drastically
down and I was feeling much better.

   Morning came, and so did my regular doctor.  "Well, Mister Dan, you had
one raging case of strep throat.  Could've been really bad if you hadn't
gotten to the emergency room."

   Nina interjected, "I found him almost unconscious ...  He missed our
date..."

   Doctor Regan laughed.  "He'd HAVE to be unconscious to miss a date with
YOU." He turned to me.  "Keep 'er, Dan."

   "I have to," I said.  "She saved my life." Nina sidled up to me and put
her hand on my cheek.

   "He's MINE," she announced.

   The doctor smiled wryly at that pronouncement.  "Well, he's gonna go
home today.  He's gonna be weak for a few days.  You see that he's taken
care of, okay?"

   I looked at Nina.  Nina looked at me.  She smiled.  "Sure will!"

   Doctor Regan said, "I'll go sign your charts and get you checking out.
You'll have some prescriptions for a week or so.  And if you start hurting
again, call me and come back in.  Don't wait until you're hallucinating
this time."

   "Okay," I said.

   "Is he contagious?" Nina asked.

   "Have you shared a drinking glass or something in the last week?" he
asked.

   "Yes, something like that..." Nina smiled.  Me too.  I remember having
her tongue searching the inside of my mouth two nights ago.

   "Then he's not contagious to you."

   "Good.  Thank you, doctor!" She watched him leave and then came to me
and kissed me lightly on the lips.  "I'll take care of you," she said.

   An hour later I was walking, still shaky, out of the hospital, Nina
carrying a bag in one hand, her other arm wrapped around mine like she was
supporting me.  She sat me in the foyer and went for my car, parked it, and
came in to retrieve me.  "I'm NOT helpless," I complained.

   "Doctor's orders.  Said to take care of you." She held the door as I got
in the passenger seat, closed the door, then climbed in the driver seat. 
"Let's go home," she looked at me, smiling.  On the way home she drove
through the pharmacy drive-thru and dropped off my prescriptions.  "I'll
come back and get these for you after I get you home, babe," she said.

   We got home.  I wasn't used to being a passenger in MY car, but Nina did
a perfectly good job of driving.  And I was still riding down off a Demerol
haze, and that helped.  She got out first, unlocked the front door, then
helped me into the house.  "Go get in bed," she ordered.

   I went in the bedroom and undressed myself, then crawled under the
covers.  I was immediately joined by Sam the cat.  He formed a cat loaf
beside me, waiting to be petted.  I obliged.  Even old yellow tomcats need
love.

   I heard Nina on the phone talking.  "Yes, Grandma," she was saying, "I
brought him home from the hospital.  No, he's gonna be okay.  The doctor
told me to take care of him.  Said he's gonna be shaky for a few days.  No,
ma'am.  I'm gonna stay here.  My guy's sick.  I need to be here.  Okay.  I
love you, Grandma.  Thanks for worrying about me.  Bye."

   It sounded like I had around the clock care.  She appeared in the
bedroom door.  "Are you okay, babe?" she asked.

   "Better.  Sweetie, I'll be alright by myself.  Really.  Don't get
crosswise with your grandma."

   She giggled.  "She ASKED me if I wanted to stay here and take care of
you.  Didn't sound surprised when I said I was." She approached.  "D'you
mind if I sit on your bed?"

   "Uh, no," I answered.

   She picked up the pants I'd discarded on the floor and hung them on a
hanger, depositing my wallet on the dresser.  "We can't be messy now," she
grinned.  And she sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my face. 
"Yesterday you were burning up, babe.  And turning colors.  I was SO
worried."

   "You handled things very well," I said.  "I don't know what would have
happened without you."

   "You're my guy, babe.  It's what I'm supposed to do." She leaned over
and kissed my cheek, pulled back, then returned, kissing me lightly on the
lips.  "Mmmmm," she said.  She sat back up.  "Can I get you anything? 
Coke? Juice?  Soup?"

   "Maybe later, babe.  I'm tired." I was.  I let my head sink into the
pillow.  Almost a surprise was Nina kicking off her shoes and laying down
in the bed beside me, although she remained on top of the covers, I
underneath them.

   She kissed my cheek.  "Rest, baby.  I need to go get your medicine at
four.  I set my cellphone.  I'm tired, too." She snuggled against me and
against all odds I was too tired to react.  We went to sleep for the first
time together.

   Two hours later we both awoke to the sound of the alarm of her
cellphone. I told her to take my wallet with her to pick up my
prescription.

   Heading out, I heard her holler, "Root beer float?"

   "Yes!" I hollered back.  She remembered a treat we'd shared together on
a previous Sunday outing.

   I sank back down into the pillow and drifted on the edge of sleep for a
while longer.  I must have drifted a bit deeper because I was gently
stirred by a soft hand on my shoulder and a gentle "Babe?" in my ear.  I
opened my eyes.

   "Can you sit up?  I brought you a root beer float."

   "Uh, lemme get to the table, babe."

   "You feel strong enough?"

   "Yeah.  I'm getting better." I stood up.  And realized that I was clad
only in my skivvies.  "Oops!" I exclaimed, turning my back to her.

   "Here's you some shorts, babe.  And don't get all embarrassed.  I
dressed you yesterday.  I saw you closer then..."

   "How close?"

   Giggle.  "I couldn't get your shorts up until I pushed things in place."

   I turned red.

   "Oh, don't be embarrassed.  It was all very clinical." She smirked as I
pulled on my shorts and buttoned and zipped up.

   We headed into the living room.  "Sit in your chair and sip this, babe,"
she smiled.  "I'll get your pills."

   I sat down and kicked the recliner back and let ice cream and root beer
sooth the soreness out of my tortured throat.  Nina handed me three
multi-colored pills and I chased them down with more for the drink

   "So," she said, "since I'm spending the night, where do I sleep?" She
had a sweet expression and a look I was trying to decipher.

   "Uh, that's a problem, babe," I said.  I only have the one bed.  One of
us gets the sofa.  Or this chair.  Or..."

   "Or I could just quit being silly and we BOTH sleep in our ...  uh, YOUR
bed."

   "Sweetie, You know I love you, but I'm a bit sick, not dead.  Both of us
in bed..."

   She touched my lips with her fingers.  "Shush!  I think I know what I'm
doing..."

   "B-but..."

   "But nothing!  I just spent twenty-four hours with you.  I looked at you
in a hospital room with IV's in you and worried about you.  And I got to
thinking.  I asked myself some questions.  And I answered them.  You only
have to answer one..."

   "Question?"

   "Yes.  One question."

   "What, baby?" I looked at those improbably blue eyes.  She could ask me
to slit my wrists and I'd do it for her.

   "Are we..."

   I jumped ahead.  "Nina.  Will you marry me?"

   "That answers my question."

   "Answer mine."

   "Yes," she said.  "I told Grandma last night that if you were okay, I'd
ask YOU."

   "You planned to ask ME?" I, well she DID tell me she loved me.  But
marriage?

   "Yes.  I planned.  I mean, it's been a month ...  some people wait
years. And some people get married after meeting overnight in Vegas.  And
we're not even drunk."

   I took a long sip of my drink.  She sucked on her own straw and looked
at me, eyes twinkling.

   "You've talked to your grandma?  About me?"

   "Yes.  About you.  She and I talk about stuff, Dan.  Everything.  My
mom. Her life.  Her mistakes.  Men.  Grandpa died seven, no eight years
ago. He was quite bit older than Grandma.  She said she never regretted
marrying an older man, that they'd had the greatest life together."

   "Really?

   "Yeah.  But she told me like she tried to tell Mom.  Not just ANY man. I
told Grandma that in all the time we spent together, all you ever did was
kiss me and hold me, and she said that meant that you weren't after sex
with an eighteen year old girl.  That you must love me."

   "I do love you."

   She smiled sweetly.  "Not lust?"

   "Babe, it is easy to lust after you.  You're pretty.  But love first ...
If I never laid a hand on you, never kissed you, I'd adore you anyway."

   I heard her straw sucking dry.  She got up.  Took my own empty cup from
me and went to the kitchen to dispose of them.

   She returned.  "Is your lap okay?"

   "Yes, my love," I said.

   She scooted into my lap and kissed me lightly.  Her nose wrinkled.

   "What?!?!?" I asked.

   "Babe, I forgot.  You were doing chills and fever yesterday.  You
sweated.  A lot.  My baby's pretty rank.  You need a bath.  I'm sorry..."

   "Oh, I'm sorry, too, babe.  I should've known."

   "It's okay, babe," she said.  "I've smelled you sweaty before.  That's
okay ...  kinda musky ...  I dunno, almost, uh, sexy.  But this is
different."

   "Because I was sick, babe."

   She looked thoughtful.  "Yeah.  Makes sense.  "D'you think you're up to
a shower?"

   "I think I can do a shower." She got up out of my lap and I lowered the
recliner and stood.  I was feeling better.  MUCH better.

   "I'll go take a shower, baby," I said.

   "Call me if you get woozy," she said.

   I grabbed a change of clothes and went into the master bathroom and
started the shower.  I undressed and got in.  For minutes I stood there,
breathing the steamy air in, letting hot water push some of the achiness
out of my body.

   And the door slid open.  And a naked Nina stepped in.  Completely nude.
Deliciously, wildly unclothed.  Her arms folded across her breasts.

   "Nina!" I exclaimed.  "You..."

   "I thought you might need help."

   "Oh, god, Nina!" I wrapped her naked body in my arms.

   "This is a big step, Dan, my love ...  You gotta know..."

   "I know..."

   She grabbed a washcloth and soap.  "I really AM going to help you." She
slathered up the cloth and started.  Giggle.  "A lot more to you than
Jimmy..." Jimmy was her babysitting charge, now maybe five years old.  She
sat on my shower bench.  It was BIG shower.  I'd bought the house from an
older couple who'd put in amenities for old age, and old people don't do
tight showers.  And for the first time, I thanked my lucky stars for the
goofy seat in the shower.

   Water spray slicked Nina's hair against her head.  "Leg," she said,
slapping my left leg.  I lifted it.  She soaped and washed my left leg.  My
dick was about two-thirds hard by now, inches from her face, and she was
studiously ignoring it.  "Right leg." She repeated the ablutions.  She
washed my back, my arms, my stinky pits, reached up and shampooed my hair,
and I was beginning to wonder exactly what manner of girl I'd gotten.

   Then she sat back down and hooked a hand behind my thigh.  And
lathered...  "I'm thinking that I don't want to use a washcloth here." And
she gently lathered my balls and my dick.  "Turn around." I didn't want to
turn around.  I wanted her to touch me forever.  But I turned around.  And
she lathered my butt, running fingers inside the crack.  "Gotta get you
clean," she smiled, turning me around.  She took the telephone showerhead
and rinsed me.

   "Can you wash me?"

   Oh, man, could I.  But I replicated her careful indifference, no more
lingering over those "B" cup titties, I lathered over quarter-sized areoles
and noted that the ministrations of the washcloth and soap perked her pink
nipples up like little strawberries.  I noted, too, the soft dark hair
sparsely sprinkled on her mons, and as I lathered washed her pussy, I heard
her draw a sharp breath when my fingers first touched those puffy, pink
lips.  After shampooing her hair, I carefully rinsed her off.

   "Time to get out," she said.  "I hope I helped okay."

   I got out behind her, fully erect.  I opened the linen cabinet and
pulled out towels, handing her two, one for her hair, one for the rest of
her.  And another for me.  I didn't make a move to get out of the bathroom,
and neither did she.  As I dried off, I was overrun with mixed feelings. 
This was truly unique.  We were both absolutely nude, seeing each other for
the very first time.

   "Let me get your back, Dan." I let her.

   "Your turn," I said, and I dried hers.  She'd done her best on her hair.
It was still wet, but she reached into her purse and pulled out a brush.

   "I'm gonna need a hair dryer if I do this again," she smiled.  She
brushed her hair to clear the tangles, but short hair doesn't tangle badly.

   "Just a sec," I said.  I rummaged in the back of a cabinet.  "Here's
one. Hasn't been used for hair, though.

   She looked at me questioningly.

   "Seriously.  I dry wet boots with it."

   She laughed.  "Okay.  I don't want a second-hand hair dryer." And she
plugged it in, and I said, "Sit!" She perched on the bathroom's stool and I
dried and brushed her hair.

   "That's good," she said, turning around.  And when she turned around, my
semi-hard dick was just a bit below her eye level.  And her eyes looked
down.  And she looked up.  And stood and draped her long arms lovingly
around my neck.  "You're feeling better, huh..." and kissed me.  And her
body formed against mine and the semi-hard dick disappeared, replaced by
one that could possibly cut diamond.

   "Uh, babe," I said, "I am fast running out of self-restraint."

   "Me, too," she purred into my ear.  "But I'm a little scared, Dan..."

   I didn't let her out of my arms.  "Babe, you're beautiful, the most
beautiful creature I've ever held in my arms, more beautiful to me than I
ever imagined.  But if ...  We don't have to do anything.  Not until our
wedding night."

   She whispered in my ear, "Dan, this IS our wedding night.  I love you."

   "I love you, Nina.  D'you really mean this?"

   One word escaped her lips.  "Forever."

   "Forever it is, Nina ...  Mrs.  Gleason." I followed as she walked back
into the bedroom.

   "Are you feeling okay, Dan?  I mean, you were really sick."

   "And I feel really okay, Nina."

   "I don't want you to die on our wedding night, babe."

   "I promise I won't die."

   She pulled back the covers and slid to the middle of the bed.  "I don't
think I could've kept my hands to myself tonight if I slept with you,
babe."

   "Me neither.  And I was afraid that I'd scare you or something." I
crawled into the bed beside her.  She took my face between her hands and
stared into my eyes.

   "Babe," she said.  "I just said I was going to spend the night in your
bed.  Don't you just think that I might expect things to happen from that?"

   "I see you as so innocent, Nina."

   She smiled.  "I love that, Dan.  And in a lot of ways, I am.  But I ...
I know about sex.  And love.  And the difference.  And I know that you and
me, we're putting them together.  There is no "sex" for me.  And you.  Only
love." And her hand touched my hardness.  She kissed me and I kissed back,
our tongues weaving intricately together.  "Mmmmmm, Dan..."

   I stroked her shiny, sweet-smelling hair.  "My Nina.  Really my Nina."
My hand slid down her back and over the smooth, succulent curve of her
butt. I couldn't help but squeeze.

   "Mmmm ...  I've wanted you to OWN me, Dan.  I want to be YOUR woman."
Her hand, her fingers explored the shaft she held.

   I groaned.  "Oh, god, Nina.  I've wanted you.  How I've wanted you. 
This way, too..."

   She pushed me gently onto my back.  "Dan," she said, "I don't know what
I'm doing, babe.  I'm serious.  You're the very first.  When I touched you
in the shower, that's the first time I've touched one over four years old.
I don't know anything except what I've heard."

   "Oh, god, Nina ...  You just turned me into a virgin myself.  Your hand
...  it's perfect.  Let's learn each other together." I looked at her face,
seeing her glow, and I kissed her.  Then her neck.  I knew her neck.  I
felt shivers run down her body from my lips touching, sucking gently.  She
returned the favor, except she knew that I liked to feel her teeth biting
into me.

   "It's throbbing," she whispered.  "Did it do that before?"

   "Every time you kissed my neck, little one."

   "Oh, Dan ...  I didn't know..."

   "Baby ...  It's a GOOD thing..."

   Her fingers left my dick and explored my balls.  Gently.  Curving,
cupping, tugging lightly.  "Like that?"

   "Yes, like that.  Don't squeeze hard.  They're sensitive."

   "I've heard that.  I'll be careful."

   "I know you will." I cupped one delicious breast, letting my thumb
gently circle the nipple.  She moaned.  "Oh, Mmmmm ...  Dan..."

   My lips moved from her throat, softly down her chest to nuzzle the soft
mounds.  Her hand went to the back of my head and gently urged me.  My lips
found a nipple.  Waiting.  I kissed.  "Mmmmmm ...  suck..." I sucked.  My
tongue circled and teased.  I felt her shivering.  I gently moved a hand
down the softness of her belly, my fingertips lingering in the soft hair on
her mons.  I kept working on her titties, first one, then the other, then
my lips moved downwards to feast on her navel.  Then a kiss lower...

   "Oh, godddddd, Dan ...  You'd ...  I ...  I've ...  dreamed about..."

   I planted a kiss on her mons, just a fraction of an inch above the
beginning of her slit.  "This?" I asked.  "Or this?" I kissed the beginning
of her slit.  "or..." and I let my tongue seek out the moisture that was
glistening the length of her womanhood.

   "Oh, god, yesssss..."

   I moved in the bed, lying between her legs as she quivered in
expectation, and I savored her wetness.  Every sense of mine was tuned to
the joys of Nina's body.  I looked at her beauty.  Felt the quivers of
expectation running through her.  Heard her whimpers and sighs.  Smelled
her musk, and then I tasted.  Nectar.

   She threw her thighs apart, opening herself wide, her fingers clawing at
the back of my head, pulling me into her.  I licked and sucked, laving her
labia with my tongue and lips, and then I gently prodded her little erect
clitoris with the tip of my tongue.  She bucked up against me.

   "Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth.  "There." I stopped for a
second.  "Oh please, Dan.  There.  Please do me."

   And I did her.  Virgin pussy.  Delicious.  And responsive.  And she
came. Hard.  I let her surges stop, then flicked her button again.  And she
clapped her hands on the back of my head, "uh-huh!  Yes.  Again!" And I
complied.  This time her shudders were accompanied by "Nnnnnggghhhhhh! 
Ahhhhh!" and a collapse.

   I moved up beside her and cuddled her to my chest.

   "Mmmmmmm.  Oh, Dan..." Her fingers found my dick and she stroked its
length.  I let her breath for a minute.  Longer.  "Dan.  I want you ... 
us." She gave my dick a little tug.

   "Babe.  Nina, my love, if we ...  you only get to give this away
once..."

   "It's yours, Dan." She kissed me.  "I'm yours.  It's been yours all my
life.  I'm ...  it's time..."

   "It could hurt."

   "I don't think it will.  I want you."

   "Then you get on top of me.  That way YOU get to go as fast as you
want."

   She gave it no thought.  She pushed me onto my back and straddled me.  I
looked up at feminine perfection.  That outrageous hair.  Those bangs above
blue eyes, freckles sprinkled whimsically across her nose.  I wanted to
sink myself into her.  Now.  But I wanted HER to be in control.  This was
her time to make us one.

   She worked her wet pussy back and forth over the underside of my shaft,
smearing delicious juice over me, mixing hers with mine.  Her hips took an
insistent motion and she was biting her bottom lip.

   "Dan!  This is GOOD!" She slid back and forth happily, then stopped and
raised up.  Her hand went between us, guiding my dick towards her waiting
hole.  And she eased down.  I felt the head squeeze into nirvana.  Her eyes
closed in concentration, still biting her bottom lip, wiggling hose hips,
forcing downward.  I felt the head inside of her.  She rose, withdrawing,
then easing back down.  Two inches.  Up.  Back down.  She breathed.  And
further down.  And up.  And further down.  I felt the kiss of her pubic
arch against mine.

   Her eyes opened.  "Gahhhh, Dannnn.  You're in me..." She rocked.  I
realized that there was no definitive sherry-popping moment.  I was just in
her.  All the way.  Her face changed to smiles.  She sat right there, not
moving.

   "I love you, babe," I said.  "You okay?  No hurt?"

   "Nuh-uh," she said, then just a little hip movement.  And she slid up
and down my shaft, then back and forth, looking for HER motion.  And found
it.  And I joined in, seeking MY orgasm inside her.  Her motions
complemented my own and I felt the building fires.

   Her hips pounded me as I plunged upward into her.  "Gahhh, Dannnnn ... I
...  I ...  Nnnngghhhh!" and I spurted.  Hard.  Deep.  She kept her motions
and I felt deep muscular contractions in her pussy.  My own surges dwindled
to a glow in my groin and she fell into my arms, her cheek on my chest.  I
kissed her head.

   "My Nina," I said.

   "I am," she sighed.  "You own me.  I'm yours.  You've got every bit of
me."

   I sighed.  "And you have all of me, too, little one."

   We basked in our mutual rapture for a while.  Finally she slid off to my
side and I rolled to face her.  Our lips met.  Long minutes, our lips
locked, out tongues lazily teasing each other.  Finally, with a sigh, we
pulled apart.

   "Nina," I said.  "I was serious.  Married."

   "Dan," she said.  "This ...  this is what used to seal a marriage.  We
chose each other, and consummated our bond." She looked at me with love in
her eyes.  "But yes, let's make it right for the world to see.  Soon.  Like
before the end of June.  Okay?"

   "Yes, Mizz Gleason."

   She giggled and kissed me.  "I like that," she said.  "Just a second."
She got up and went to the bathroom.  I heard water running for a minute,
then she came back in with a wet washcloth.  "We made a mess, babe.  Lemme
clean you up."

   She gently wiped the stickiness of our lovemaking up.  "I had a little
blood.  I guess I didn't try hard enough."

   "Try what?" I asked.

   "I knew about that hymen thing and how it was supposed to hurt, so I've
been trying to stretch it all out.  You're bigger than my finger."

   "You've been planning this?"

   "Dan," she said matter of factly, "I knew we'd eventually make love.  I
wanted it to be good, not painful.  I read some stuff, and I tried to make
sure that our first time was good."

   "You're a smart one," I said.  I kissed her.  I felt a hand stroking me
back to hardness.

   She backed her face away.  "Let's love again, babe..." Her mouth
fastened to my neck and her teeth bit into me.  I shuddered.  I knew I was
hard again.  Her fingers wrapped me, stroking, then she cupped my sack
again.

   I eased a hand down to her cleft and explored with a fingertip.  "You're
not sore?"

   "Mmmm.  A little.  But I want..." Her fingers left my sack and tugged my
dick.  "this..." She tugged me as she rolled onto her back, spreading her
legs.  The hand that had been fondling me guided my hardness into her.  She
exhaled a sigh.  "Ahhhhhh..."

   "Nina, you feel so good..."

   "Do I, babe?  Are you happy with me?"

   "God, yes, little love.  And the fact that I'm in the most wonderful
place I've ever been has nothing to do with it.  But I am perfectly happy
with you, Nina."

   I felt her wiggle beneath me, her pelvis pushing her pussy up to plunge
me further inside her.  Our pubic bones met.  Long, muscular legs wrapped
wound me.

   I started slow strokes in time with her hips and looked into her eyes. I
found lust and adoration and her face was smiling for me.  I melted.  Well,
at least my heart did.  Another part was quite hard.  And it was stroking
into nirvana.  She hauled my face to hers and our lips merged.  I caressed
her head and face as we kissed.  Her hands were on my hips, urging me into
her as she bucked against me seeking her release, her clit rubbing against
the shaft of my plunging dick.  Our lips broke apart.

   "Hnnnnnghhhhhh ...  ohgodohgodohgod ...  Dannn ...  Nnnnghhhhhh!"

   I kept stroking.  I was close.  Very close.  I felt her fingers dig into
me and I went over the edge, squirting hard, deep inside her.  After that
first surge from my body, all I could manage were a few feeble thrusts as
my orgasm turned from squirt to dribble.  I wrapped her in my arms and
rolled us over, putting her on top of me.

   "Baby ...  MY baby..." I said.

   "I am," she whispered.  "I really am."

   My hands glided over her smooth curves from her shoulders, down along
her waist, over the sweet curves of her butt, to her thighs.  She brought
her own hands up and cupped then on the sides of my face.  She kissed me,
grinning, and then nodded, pressing our foreheads together.

   "I love you, babe," I said.

   "I love you too," she smiled.  "Is it always this good?"

   "No, babe."

   Her pretty brow wrinkled.  "No?"

   "Babe, it was NEVER this good.  It's better than it ever was."

   "Dan, you're just saying that.  It's okay, baby.  I know you've been
with other women."

   I ran my fingers up her neck and tangled them in that distressingly
brown hair.  "You didn't listen, babe.  It's like YOU are my first.  Like I
really experienced love-making for the first time."

   "It IS my first time." She giggled.  "Well, counting an hour ago, my
second."

   "Little one, it erased every memory I ever had of another woman.  My
life begins with you."

   "Good!" came her reply.  "Makes it easier that way." Her lopsided grin
was infectious.  I was smiling so hard my face hurt.  She pushed her hands
against my chest and sat back astraddle me.  I ran my hands up her thighs,
upward across her belly and cupped her titties.

   A little cloud crept across that perfect face.  "Uh, babe, I'm not very
big there." She covered my hands with hers as I played with the firm flesh.
"Guys like big ones, don't they?"

   "Nope.  Not necessarily.  I don't.  And yours are perfect."

   "Your hands feel good on them.  And the first time your mouth ... 
gahhhh, Dan ...  You acted like you were enjoying..."

   "I wasn't acting, Nina.  It's like you're made for me.  I hope YOU liked
it..."

   She didn't answer with her words.  She bent forward and pushed a perfect
pink nipple into my mouth.  Her hand cradled my head as I sucked and
nibbled.  She purred, "mmmmmmm" I shifted to the other and gathered another
purr for me efforts.

   Finally she rolled off me and cuddled up to my side.  "Tonight we sleep
together, Dan."

   "I know, princess," I said.  I moaned as her hand found my soft dick.

   Giggle.  "It's mine.  I get to play with it, huh?"

   "Yes, it is, babe," I said.

   "I'll be back," she said, bounding out of the bed and grabbing the
washcloth we'd used after our previous coupling.  I heard the water
running, then she returned to the bed and began to wash my dick and balls
clean.  "I did me, too," she laughed.  "Will it always be messy like this?"

   "I'm afraid so, babe.  You get juicy when you get excited, and so do I.
And when I come ...  you make me do a lot."

   "Coming.  I've heard that term being used before.  Mom and her "friends"
weren't very quiet.  But now I know why ...  I don't think I could be very
quiet either, love.  Not when YOU make me do it."

   I looked at her with the obvious question on my lips.

   "Yeah, I know ...  I do that sometimes.  Not much ...  until lately..."

   "Lately?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Remember that first time we really kissed?"

   "The day I took you to work?"

   Uh-huh.  Dan, I went home ...  and I ...  I felt kinda nasty doing it
because I was thinking of kissing you.  And..."

   "I did the same thing, babe.  And felt just as guilty."

   "We don't have to feel guilty now, do we?"

   "Not any more, babe," I said.  "You have exceeded the fantasies..."

   "You have too, babe.  I mean, I imagined how it would be, and I knew
what uh ...  coming felt like when I played with myself, but I wasn't
prepared for how it just takes over my whole body..." She hooked a leg over
mine and hauled herself halfway back on top of me and attacked me with a
passionate, hungry kiss.  "I didn't miss it because I didn't know it.  Now
I know."

   "I know ...  I had fantasies in my head, Nina, and I tried so hard NOT
to.  But now I realize that I can't dream as good as reality with you..."

   Her hand was now back on my dick and it was stirring.  She giggled. 
"It's coming back alive." She shifted lower on my torso, propped up on one
elbow, her free hand fondling me.  "I can look at it now.  I never looked
at one before." She looked at me with a little girl twinkle in her eyes. 
She grinned, showing her even teeth.

   Her soft strokes and the proximity of her face to the head of my dick
combined to get me hard again.  "I love the way the skin is so soft, and
it's so hard underneath.  And it slides."

   "That feels real good, babe."

   "Does it?" She examined me further at close range.  "This is so neat. 
The tip is soft..." Her fingertips brushed over the rounded head and traced
the coronal ridge, following it to the underside, to the most sensitive
spot.  I moaned.  "Is that a good spot?" she asked, grinning.

   "Oh, yeah," I gasped.

   "Can I squeeze?"

   "Yes," I said.  "Squeeze.  Start at the bottom and squeeze and slide the
skin up to the tip."

   Squeal!  She did that.  And a big drop of clear pre-cum escaped the tip.

   "Wow!" she squealed.  "I MADE stuff come out.  That's not your, uh ...
semen?"

   "No, babe.  That's just lubricant.  Makes it slide inside you easier. 
The semen doesn't come out until orgasm.  When I come." Then it occurred to
me that I hadn't old her everything...  "Babe, there's one thing I haven't
told you ...  About my ex-wife."

   She sat straight up, releasing my dick.  Turning her attention to me,
losing the wonderful adoring, excited look, and I hated myself because now
I was scared.  I wanted to spend my life with this kittenish young woman in
my bed, and there was one thing that I was going to tell her that could be
the deal-breaker.

   "What, Dan?" Her eyes looked at me with a combination of love and fear.

   "Babe," I said, "When I got married the first time, I thought it was
forever.  And when she got pregnant and had our daughter, she had bad
issues and they said she should never try to have another baby.  So I got
fixed.  Vasectomy."

   Squeal!  Giggle.  "Is THAT all?" She dumped herself on top of me and
showered me with kisses.  "You scared me, Dan.  I didn't know WHAT you were
gonna say."

   "Babe," I said, "I can't give you a baby."

   "Dan Gleason!  Get this!  I don't WANT a baby!  I want YOU!"

   I breathed a sigh of relief.  "Babe, it's just like you thinking that
all guys want girls with big titties.  I thought all girls want babies."

   Her hair flared out to the sides as she shook her pretty head.  "No,
Dan. I thought about it.  I mean, if YOU would have said you wanted one, I
would have gone along with it if you insisted, but I know where babies come
from, and how they get out, and I just can't imagine..." She looked down
and I followed her eyes to that pink, recently virgin pussy, the lips open
as she spread her legs.  "I ...  That scared the hell out of me."

   "I wouldn't want to wreck that either, babe, but..."

   A soft kiss landed on my lips.  "Shush!  I love you.  Me and you, okay?
And tomorrow I'm telling Grandma..."

   Another set of dark thoughts.  I liked her grandma, and I could see all
sorts of scenes that ended up with me being called names and a crying Nina
and...  "Babe, how's your grandma going to take this?"

   "You don't worry," Nina said.  "We talked about the possibility already.
You seem to be an acceptable choice, remember?"

   "Yeah, but I thought, like after a few months of courtship ...  It's
been three weeks..."

   "Just days on a calendar, love." Her eyes twinkled and her face was
confident.  "Now, where was I before we averted disaster?" Her grin was
lascivious.  "Oh, yeah." Her fingers encircled my soft shaft.  Giggle.  "I
like it when it's soft.  It's so CUTE!"

   It didn't stay soft for long.  She remembered the instruction I've given
her about a milking motion and there was another big drop of pre-cum
glistening on the head.  She looked at me.  "So, if I was like, sucking on
you, this stuff would be in my mouth?"

   My mind raced through a whole set of possibilities and the best of them
were very pleasant.  "Yes, it would."

   "Have you ever tasted it?" she asked, grinning.

   "Yes, I have to admit that.  Salty.  Not too awfully different from YOU.
After all, our bodies are getting ready for the same thing."

   Bigger grin.  "I know what I taste like." Her fingertip scooped the
droplet off my dick and she stuck it in her mouth.  Then her eyes twinkled
and she grinned.  "Just checking.  You know I have to suck this." More
grins as she shifted around.

   "You don't HAVE to, babe," I said, all the time inside going "please,
please PLEASE suck me" in my head.

   "D'ya want me to?" Eyes questioned me.

   "Uh-huh.  I'd love for you to try.  If you want to."

   I watched that dark brown hair bounce as her head bobbed downward and an
indescribable warmth enveloped my dick.  I felt a tongue exploring inside
her mouth.  And she sucked and pulled back, releasing me with an audible
pop.  And looked at me, smiling, those blue eyes twinkling.  "Well?"

   "Well, yourself.  Yes?  No?"

   Giggle.  "Dan, this thing's MADE to suck on.  And I tasted it.  Mmmmmm."

   I smiled.  She crawled up and kissed me.

   "We're going to learn everything about each other, huh, babe?"

   "You betcha..."



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   Chapter 5

   Waking to find a soft, naked female form in bed after all these years as
a special joy.  When I gently explored the form with my fingers and her
eyelids fluttered and then opened and her first words were "I love you,
babe," the experience got richer.  We both had full bladders and made the
trip to the bathroom.

   Back in the bedroom, she turned into my arms and kissed me.  "Dan," she
said quietly, "I don't regret last night.  I do love you."

   "I don't regret it either, Nina.  And I was serious.  Marry me."

   Giggle.  "You ask me to marry you and we're both naked?"

   "Put your clothes on.  I'll ask you again after we go get breakfast."

   "Nuh-uh.  This comes first." And she pushed me backward onto the bed. 
She was all over me, sucking me to immediate hardness and then straddling
me and demanding that I serve her to orgasm, a task I joyously performed.
Her own orgasm left her collapsed in my arms, my emptied dick slowly
squeezed out of a perfectly tight pussy.

   She rolled off me and twisted, surveying the mess we'd made of each
other.  Two of her fingers dipped into the white slop oozing out of her
happy hole and she held them up and surveyed the results.  She looked at
me. "I suppose we need to find out, huh?" she smiled.  And she stuck her
fingers, laden with her juices and mine, into her mouth.  And smiled.  "Not
bad.  Now I know how to clean up our mess." She looked at me.  "Does it
gross you out to think of licking YOUR own juice?"

   I shook my head.

   "Can we, like, I do you and you do me?  At the same time?"

   "That's called sixty-nine."

   "I heard that before.  Now I think it's a pretty good idea."

   "You get on top of me, then." I was rewarded by the immediate presence
of a sopping, musky, freshly fucked pussy in my face.  Yes, that white ooze
was mine, along with some of the clear stuff mixed in with it, but a lot of
that juice was the woman I loved, and it was US, and I lapped happily, my
tongue causing shivers in her body.  And I felt her tongue and lips
performing the same functions on me.

   Finished, we were in each other's arms.  Her dark hair was splayed out
on my chest as we breathed in unison.

   "Babe?"

   "Yes, my love?" I responded.

   "Breakfast would be nice now."

   "Uh, babe, we need to shower.  We smell like an orgy."

   "Yah think?!?!?  Shower?  Isn't that how this all got started?"

   I laughed.  "I don't know.  I haven't had a blood supply to my brain
since you opened the shower door last night."

   She started to get out of bed, pausing to give me two kisses.  One of
them was on my lips.

   The shower this morning was wonderfully sensual.  Nina wasn't the least
bit bashful now and we soaped and rinsed and soaked and kissed and hugged
under the warm spray.  Afterward we dried each other and while I shaved she
dried her hair.  We got in another couple of hot, nude kisses before we got
dressed.

   In the car, I was definitely well enough to drive, and we headed out
towards a breakfast of pancakes at a nearby eatery.  Nina flipped open her
cellphone.

   "Hi, Grandma.  Yeah, he's MUCH better.  No, we're going out for
breakfast.  Yes, I got a good night's sleep.  So did he.  No, when we get
finished, we're coming by there.  We need to talk with you.  Uh-huh.  Yeah.
That talk.  I love you, Grandma.  You're the best.  Okay.  Bye."

   She turned to me.  I had the questioning look on my face again.  "She
knows what we're going to talk about."

   "What are we going to talk about?  Me and you getting married?"

   "Yeah," she said.  "But, Dan, I wanna know..."

   "What, babe?"

   "Do you have a problem with me moving in?  Before we're married?  I
mean, some people have ...  objections..."

   "Babe," I said.  "You said it yourself last night.  In another day and
time, we'd have walked out of the house this morning, gone to meet our
friends and family and just said, "We're married" and wrote it down in the
family Bible and waited for the travelling preacher or judge to make it
official."

   "So you think we're married?"

   "Do you intend for us to be together forever?"

   She said simply, "Yes."

   "So do I.  We're married.  Let's go eat pancakes."

   She laughed at the incongruity.

   We were seated in a booth in the rear of the restaurant, per my request,
and I ordered coffee for starters.

   "Me, too," Nina said.

   "I didn't know you drank coffee, baby."

   "Every now and then." We sipped steaming mugs of the best commercial
coffee in town, but I was missing my home-roasted stuff.  I told Nina so.
"You'll have to show me how to make, it, babe."

   "You got it."

   "Uh, just in case you're wondering, Mr.  Gleason," she said, "I can
cook. Grandma showed me how."

   "Really?"

   "Really," she said.  "I'm thinking that when you're at work, I will cook
and take care of your house this summer.  And start college in the fall."

   I looked at her.  I shouldn't have been amazed, but every hour I spent
with Nina I found more and more depth of thinking.  "You sound like you've
got it planned."

   "I changed my plans.  The part about taking care of YOU." She sighed. 
"And I wish I had a bigger scholarship.  I can get through the first two
semesters with my scholarship and what I've saved.  But I was going to get
another job or do student loans."

   I smiled.  Here was going to be my first chance to share our lives. 
"You just became eligible for another scholarship."

   She looked at me quizzically.  "How so?"

   "You, Mrs.  Gleason, are the first, and only, recipient of the Dan
Gleason Scholarship for Fledgling Engineers."

   Her smile was sweet.  "Dan, I didn't ...  it's not about money."

   "I believe you, Nina.  But you're my wife, and what husband wouldn't do
this for his wife?  It's settled.  Money isn't going to be your problem,
Nina."

   "Thank you, husband."

   The waitress that brought us our food and refills for the coffee
overheard that comment.  I was one of her regulars.  She looked at us both.
"Married?"

   Nina smiled.  "Mmm-hmmm ...  this is where he takes girls on a
honeymoon..."

   The waitress laughed.  "Well, Mister Dan, I'd've never figured you to
remarry.  But she's a doll."

   "Thank you," Nina chirped.  "Uh, Dan ...  extra tip..."

   The waitress walked away chuckling.  "Good one there, Dan!"

   We finished breakfast and paid the bill.  With an unusually generous
tip.

   I wasn't anything less than anxious about seeing Helen, but that was
next on the agenda, after Helen got back from church.  So we were sitting
in her living room when we heard the sound of her car in the drive.  I
stood up when she walked in.

   "Dan, you don't have to get up," she said.

   "I wanted to be in position to run," I said, smiling.

   "Oh, sit down.  You act like this is a surprise to me." She looked at
Nina.  "You didn't tell him?"

   "I told him some of it, Grandma.  I don't think he believes me."

   "Okay," said Helen.  "Dan, Three weeks ago I told you that you'd
collected a girlfriend.  Change that to wife.  I guess ...  You ARE
serious, aren't you?"

   "Confused.  But serious.  I owe her my life after Saturday.  And she
acts like she wants me."

   "I want him, Grandma."

   Helen looked at the two of us as Nina scooted against me on the sofa. 
"How soon?"

   Nina's turn.  "We get a marriage license tomorrow.  Then it's
seventy-two hours."

   Helen sighed.  "That fast, huh?" She looked at me.  Sighed again. 
"Well, I talked to Reverend Roberts after church this morning.  He said
he'd do it.  In his office if you want.  I'll make an appointment for
Thursday morning." She smiled at us.  "If that's not too soon."

   We responded almost in chorus, "Great!"

   "Uh, Dan," Helen said, fixing her eyes on me, "since you're not on
death's door this morning, am I to assume..."

   I hung my head.  Nina said, "Grandmaaaaa!"

   Helen snorted.  "That answers that, I guess."

   "Helen," I said, "I know this is a lot, but I want to move Nina in with
me.  We don't want to be apart anymore."

   "I kinda figured that from Miss Nina's conversation this morning.  Dan
...  Nina ...  You two will be good for one another.  Such as it is, you
have my blessing.  Nina, go pack some clothes and stuff.  I need to talk to
Dan again."

   Nina left.  Helen fixed me in her sights.  "Dan, I hope you're serious
about that little girl.  I told you before.  I will hunt you down.  For
real."

   "Helen," I said, "I wasn't looking for women before, and with Nina as my
wife, I damned sure don't have to look any further.  She's cute, and smart,
and self-confident, and lord only knows why she chose me, but I am truly
thankful.  But, how's this going to work for you?  You're losing your
grand-daughter..."

   "I'm not losing my grand-daughter, Dan.  She's eighteen.  I couldn't
keep her forever.  And big secret ...  Ed's been wanting us to go get
married, too ...  but I wasn't going to do that and move in with him until
I was sure Nina's okay."

   Nina was walking back in with a suitcase and a couple of shopping bags.
"And I'm okay.  So Ed's finally gonna be my new grandpa?"

   Helen smiled.  "Yeah, little girl, you're not the only one who can net a
guy..." She looked at Nina's load.  "You don't have to move it all today,
child."

   "'Kay, Grandma," Nina said.  "We'll be back.  I'll call."

   "You've got your key, too, honey," Helen said.  "If I'm not here."

   "Bye, Helen.  And thank you," I said as I took some of Nina's bags out
the door.  We loaded up into the SUV and drove home.  OUR home.  Inside I
started moving my things around, giving her the dresser, taking a chest of
drawers for myself.  I moved my clothes to one side of the walk-in closet,
and carried my winter cloths into the closet in the spare bedroom that was
my office.

   And Nina went into the bathroom and unloaded a dozen mysterious bottles
and vials of the substances women need and men can't identify.  And when I
stuck my head in the door to check on her, she laughed and pointed.  "Look!
TWO toothbrushes!"

   I remembered her glee at discovering ONE toothbrush, and I laughed.

   She faked a frown.  "So you think that's funny?"

   "Yes, I do.  A month ago, I was having a good but boring life, and then
one day at the park and an angel showed up..."

   She moved up to me and tiptoed to kiss me on my lips.  "Dan," she said,
"I know it's ...  this is not just supposed to be about sex ...  I mean, we
LOVE each other..."

   "Buuut..." I laughed.

   "But," she laughed back, "D'ya think we could get naked and..."

   I was already unbuttoning my shirt.

   "I take that as a "yes"," she said.  She looked over her shoulder
heading into the bedroom.  As she bent over to shove her pants down her
long legs, I grabbed her hips and pulled her against my hard dick, netting
me a peal of squeals and giggles.  She struggled loose and turned to me,
delightfully naked from the waist down.  Her arms looped around my neck and
tugged my face to hers and she purred "Mmmmmm" as we kissed.

   I turned us around and I sat on the bed and helped her unbutton her
blouse.  She pirouetted to present me her bra's strap for me to unhook.  I
unhooked her strap and twirled her back around as she shed her bra.  That
gave me access to a perfect pair of firm, rounded breasts.  I feasted, her
hands pulling my face into her chest.

   After I nursed on her for a couple of minutes, she knelt and gently
pushed my knees apart.  I shuddered in in anticipation of her next move as
she bent forward.  I wasn't disappointed.  I was transported to another
dimension as Nina sucked and licked and stroked me.  "Gahhhh, baby, I ...
I'm ...  uhhhhhhh..." Breathe "I'm gonna come."

   She halted her assault on my dick to look up at me and grin.  "Then you
just need to go ahead and do that," she giggled.  "I wanna see how it is to
do that to the man I love." And her head went back down.  My hands were on
the back of her head, not to force her or to even guide her.  Her
enthusiasm was working wonders, and all I wanted was to touch her as she
purred and moaned and sucked and stroked.

   I felt teeth gently tugging the skin of my dick up and down.  "Am I
biting too hard?  I wanna bite it a little bit, babe."

   "It's wonderful, doll," I said.  "I'm so close."

   "I can tell," she said, then her mouth took me again.  I felt my scrotum
draw up in her hand and the first surge shot out.  "Mmmmmm," escaped her
throat.  Her hand milked me in time with the second, third, fourth ... 
Each time she sucked, I squirted.  It dwindled to a flow and she kept
sucking until I was emptied, and then she pushed me backward on the bed and
kissed me.  I tasted traces of my orgasm in her mouth.  She straddled me
then lay down on top of me.

   "Mmmmm, babe," she smiled.  "D'ya know how great it is that I can do
that to you?"

   "Oh, baby," I answered.  "You're the greatest." We kissed, our hands
roaming freely over each other.  She moved from my lips to my neck and
worked me over, and I responded by pushing her over on her back and then
kissing my way down her body to her pubes.  She spread her legs and pulled
her knees up, opening herself to my mouth.  I feasted my way through three
orgasms before her hands stopped pulling me into her and gently denied me
further access.

   We lay in each other's arms.

   "Mid-afternoon," she sighed.  "Can we just stay in bed?"

   "Or we could go to the jewelry store and get something.  I never asked
you what kind of rings you wanted."

   Squeal.  And a sexy teen pressed herself into me.  "Rings?"

   "Yes, my dear ...  It is customary for a girl to get an engagement ring
and a wedding ring.  And her husband gets a wedding band."

   "That's all I want, Dan.  A simple wedding band.  No diamond.  No
engagement ring.  Just a plain little simple band that says that I have
given myself to somebody.  You."

   "Are you sure, babe?  I mean, anything you want..."

   "A band, Dan.  A gold band."

   "Okay, dearest," I conceded, "Besides, a diamond would only be a pale
beauty next to you." That got me another kiss.  "So, d'you wanna go?"

   She grinned wickedly.  "Nope.  I wanna come!"

   "Then get up here and turn around." She squealed with delight as we fit
ourselves together in a sweet sixty-nine.  Gamely she tried to keep sucking
on me as I tongued her juicy slit and started ministering to her clitty,
hidden as it was, just inside her sweet fold.  She pulled me out of her
mouth and held my dick against her cheek as she gasped through first one
orgasm, then another.

   After she came back to this planet, she swung around between my legs,
her face hovering over my crotch.  Asking questions about things before
her.

   She gently bounced my balls in her hand.  "Don't squeeze hard?" she
queried.

   "Very gentle.  But you're making them feel really good, tugging and
rolling them around like that."

   "Can I suck 'em?"

   "Gently.  More like just get one in your mouth and play with it using
your tongue."

   She tried.  "Good?"

   "Wonderful.  And you can grab the skin of the sack with your teeth and
gently bite and tug.  Bite about as hard as when you were sucking me while
ago."

   Giggles.  And delightful experimentation.  "So I take it that you liked
the biting part?"

   "Oh, god, yes.  Just perfect."

   "Then you won't be too mad about the teeth marks and bruises on your
neck, huh?"

   "It's worth it to me, babe.  You make me feel so good."

   She kept exploring, experimenting, turned my dick sideways and chewed
and sucked her way up and down the underside like it was an ear of corn. 
Worked her way around the corona with little nibbles.  Every time a droplet
of pre-cum appeared, she sucked it off, I was solidly, completely erect and
she decided it was time for a ride.

   "No, babe, let's try it this way.  Get on your hands and knees."

   "Uh, babe, I don't want it in my butt.  I mean, I've heard of that..."

   "Ain't exactly my thing, babe.  Just wait." I knelt behind her and
rubbed the head of my dick up and down her wet slit, causing her to purr.

   "Now THAT feels good," she said, then she gasped as I eased into her
from behind.  "Ahhhhh, Dan!  That's GOOD!" She was rocking on her knees,
pushing into my groin then pulling away as I guided her hips with my hands.
I worked my own thrusts into the party.  "I can feel your balls bouncing
against me, baby ...  Is it good?"

   "Oh, god, yes, angel." I felt the juices rising after her little play
session.

   "Come in me.  Dan.  Please!  I'm close again!

   I pounded her, matching her motions with my own, until I plunged forward
and felt the fire exiting me to find its place deep inside my darling Nina.

   "Auuughhhhh!  I feelitDan!  Nnnnnghhhh!" Her pelvis surged backward and
up, pushing her clitty against the base of my rapidly emptying dick, and
she came.  I froze for a minute, then fell backward onto the bed.  And Nina
just slithered backward to put her juicy pussy in my face.  I felt her lips
close on my dick as she sucked and licked our overflow and for the second
time today I emptied her full pussy with my mouth.

   Finishing that exercise, Nina turned back around into my arms.  Cuddling
close, she turned her eyes toward me.  "Dan, that butt thing?  Did you
ever?"

   "No," I said.  "I never had the desire.  And you ...  why would I?  It's
either a dominance thing for a guy, or a submission thing for a woman, or
maybe a woman is just too loose from having babies.  But it's not made for
that.  And you've got pleasant places that are..."

   She made a show of licking her lips.  "Mmmmm, yes..." She paused.  "And
we'll probably need to think about that this week.  I'm due for a period
mid-week."

   "Oh, really?"

   "Yeah.  Probably Wednesday.  I'm regular, you know.  And the Pill."

   "You're on the Pill?"

   "Yeah.  Didn't need the birth control, but it regulates my periods.  I
was kind of erratic.  They make book-keeping easier.  And keep me from
scaring Grandma to death."

   "Ohhhh," I said.

   "Uh-huh.  When I first moved in with her, I went two weeks late. 
Grandma thought for sure I was pregnant, even though I told her that I was
a virgin.  Now she believes me, but back then, even SHE thought some of Mom
had rubbed off on me."

   I kissed her and held her.  "Babe," I said, "Life is just gonna get
better and better for us.  And a period ...  Nothing.  Just life."

   She kissed me on the nose.  "Let's go to the jewelry store, babe."

   "Got it, angel." And we got up and dashed through the shower yet again.
In the hot water she said, "Man, you make me feel sooooo good."

   And hour later we were sitting in the food court of the local mall, in
possession of a couple of little black velvet-covered boxes, smiling,
drinking fountain drinks and observing the wildlife, her term for the mall
denizens

   Since it was the only mall in a fifty-mile radius, and Nina was eighteen
and a recent high school graduate AND many of the "wildlife" were her
classmates, several of them waved and a few stopped by to chat.  Two of
those were dressed in carefully planned dishevelment, hair colored in
variegated bands of blonde and brunette, and a little more makeup than teen
complexions need.

   "Hi, Pammy, Hi, Cenda," chirped my Nina.

   The taller of the two answered first.  "Hey, Nina!  Ain't it cool? 
We're out of school!"

   The short one added "Pammy's getting' a job at The Gap.  Starts next
week.  I'm still looking.  What about you?"

   Nina grinned.  "I dunno.  I'm starting college in the fall."

   Pammy looked at me in a measuring manner.  "And you're???"

   "Dan Gleason," I said.  "You're Pammy," and I nodded to Cenda, "and
you're Cenda?"

   "Nina, he catches on fast!"

   "He should," Nina laughed.  "He's an engineer."

   Cenda giggled.  "Your big brother?  Cousin?  Uncle?"

   Nina pulled one of those little velvet boxes out and popped the lid
back. "Nuh-uh.  Husband.  Thursday."

   "Uhhhhh..." Cenda was rendered speechless.

   Pammy stepped in.  "Wow!  An' we wondered why you weren't dating guys in
school."

   Nina smiled sublimely.  "I find that Dan is a much better deal.  Smart.
Mature.  Real job."

   The pair pulled up chairs.  Pammy asked, "So how'd you meet?"

   Nina giggled.  "I logged on to www.findanengineer.com."

   "No, really," Cenda recovered her speech.

   Nina gave the condensed version, carefully omitting dates so as to not
make it look quite as crazy.

   "That's just craaazy!" Pammy sighed.  "Can you imagine?" She looked at
me.

   "Oh, don't ask me.  My imagination stopped working when I started
helping her with homework."

   "So are ya'll having a big wedding?" asked Cenda.

   "Nope," Nina answered.  "Just going to Grandma's church and letting the
preacher marry us.  The wedding's not the big deal, the two people are."

   "Oh, I want a BIG wedding," Pammy said.  "The works!  Dad's dying.  He's
hoping I'll turn out lezz or elope or something..."

   "Brad doesn't think you're a lezz, Pammy," said Cenda.

   "Hah!" Pammy snorted.  "Brad doesn't want to get married."

   Cenda relieved the conversation with all the concentration of an ADD
kid. "Oh, look!  There's Jarvis 'n' Brandi!" The two visitors got up and
scampered off.

   "You know, I think my IQ dropped ten points, Nina."

   "Yeah," Laughed Nina.  "And those were two of the smart girls." She
sighed.  "And in twenty minutes news will be all over town that Nina's
getting married" She snickered.  "And the next question asked will be "is
she pregnant?" And the third will be "Who's she marrying?" Just so you
know."

   "Just people doing what people do.  They like to talk, and other people
make a good conversational topic." I smiled.  "You thought enough of us to
tell 'em that we were getting married."

   She giggled.  "I kinda wish that we'd have put the rings on, babe!  That
would've dropped their jaws."

   "Uh, I suppose it would."

   "Well, anyway," she opined, "the news is out."

   Like I said.  The only mall.  And Nina's contemporaries weren't the only
ones in a mall on a Sunday afternoon.  It was my turn.  In the form of my
unit admin clerk, Jannie and her husband and a couple of pre-teens.

   "Hi, Dan," she said.  "You remember my husband, Robert, don't you?"

   I stood and took Robert's offered hand and shook it.  "Yeah I do.  Hi,
Robert.  How're you guys doing?"

   "I'm in the mall on Sunday afternoon instead of fishing," he chuckled.
"I'm not doing too good, am I?"

   The ten-year-old boy standing with them piped in, "Yeah, Dad!  We could
be fishing."

   Robert patted him on the head.  "We have all summer, son."

   Jannie turned her attention to Nina.  "Aren't you the one he brought in
a week or so ago?  Uh ...  Nina, wasn't it?"

   "Mizz Jannie, you remembered!" Nina smiled.

   "Hard NOT to remember a pretty young girl after seeing dumpy old
engineers all day, Nina."

   This is where Nina let the cat out of the bag with as much subtlety as a
hand grenade in a flour barrel.  She stood up and encircled my waist with
her arm.  "I picked the one that wasn't dumpy, Mizz Jannie."

   Jannie's eyebrow arched.  "Picked?"

   "Yes, ma'am, We're getting married on Thursday.  I'm keeping 'im."

   "Wow, Dan.  You do have a way of surprising people."

   "Nobody's more surprised than me," I said.

   Robert was pumping my hand again.  "Well, congratulations, Dan.  Nina. I
...  we wish you the best!"

   Jannie frowned for a second and then slowly let her smile come back. 
"After all those times I tried to set you up.  I was wondering about ... 
oh, never mind.  She's a doll.  Congratulations, Nina.  And don't worry
about him.  I'll watch him for you every day."

   Responding to the tugs of the eight year old daughter at her side,
Jannie said, "Well, we' have to go get vacation stuff.  I'll see you
tomorrow, Dan."

   We waved as they left and Nina said, "She tried to set you up with
women, Dan?"

   I knew that I needed to explain.  As we walked toward the exit, I said,
"Babe, you have to understand that every married woman in the world has a
bunch of unmarried friends, and her goal in life is to match them up."

   "Uh-huh," Nina responded.  "So?  Go on..."

   "Jannie's my age.  So are most of her female friends, and every one of
'em is a divorcee or a single mom who never bothered to get married in the
first place.  And underneath each of those somewhat acceptable exteriors is
enough baggage to fill a semi-trailer, and claws just looking for two
things."

   She cut her eyes to me, half-smiling.  "Uh, what two things?"

   I snorted.  "A dong and a paycheck."

   "Dan!  Nice talk!"

   "It's true.  I don't do one-night stands.  I won't go to bed for sex. 
And I won't get married for it."

   She curled her arm around mine.  "So you're not marrying me for the
great sex?"

   I laughed.  "Uh ...  After a night with you, I think I could change my
standard.  But no, I'm marrying YOU because you're WONDERFUL."

   She said, "Why, yes!  I am!" with a wry smirk.  She paused.  "So!  I
took care of informing the whole school..."

   "And we told Jannie, which takes care of everybody at work.  All we need
is a few spots on the radio and the TV station, and everybody will know."

   In the parking lot, she spun me around and kissed me.  "And that's just
fine with me!"

   I smiled.  "Me too, babe.  Me too!"



   ------

   Chapter 6

   Thursday came.  I took a half-day off, spent it with Nina fussing over a
simple white dress she'd bought to get married in.

   The "simple" wedding kind of mushroomed once word got out, and at five
PM on a Thursday in late spring, Nina and me, her grandmother, Jannie, her
husband, most of the office crew, and a good dozen of Nina's contemporaries
were seated in a meeting room at the First Baptist Church to watch us
exchange vows.

   It wasn't your classic wedding.  Let's see ...  my buddies from work
tended towards safety-toe shoes, khakis or jeans, and long-sleeved shirts.
Among Nina's party I saw a selection of carefully shredded jeans, logo'ed
shirts, including one or two that had the Baptist minister shaking his
head, a few pair of high-end sneakers, and one dress besides Nina's
grandmother, Helen.

   I wore my "Dan Gleason, respectable engineer" suit.  Nina, as I said,
was wearing a perfect white dress, simple lines, ending just above her
knee, a string of pearls that set like a pedestal to highlight that soft
rounded face, and hair that was shiny perfection.  As I stood beside her in
front of the minister, you could've paraded the entire female population of
the planet in front of me naked and I would not have taken my eyes off this
one (in my mind) perfect female.

   In keeping with the rush and the informality, our reception was one door
down in the church recreation building, and my credit card took a hit for a
caterer to throw together finger foods, pizza and soft drinks.  Soft
drinks? Yep.  Baptist church in the South.  To the guys from work, I
promised a barbecue with appropriate beverages at some indeterminate future
date.

   And we took off on our honeymoon.  Airline flight.  Cruise up the Inside
Passage to Alaska.  Yes, there were some marathons in the cabin.  But I
married a fledgling engineer, and there was more than one tour of the
cruise ship's engineering spaces, too.

   And a week later we were home.  OUR home.

   But there's another thing.  Remember that "small town" thing about news
traveling fast?  Well, the same network that spread the news throughout the
town also had a tendril that reached the ex-wife.  Nina and I were in a
hotel room, waiting for our cruise to depart the next day.

   I wasn't exactly on friendly terms with the ex.  She'd left me for an
old high school boyfriend, and the departure was NOT on the best of terms.
However, we did have a daughter in common, one little Miss Sandra, commonly
referred to as "Sandy", now ten, so we did stay in contact, and that's why
her name was attached to phone number on my cellphone.

   Which is why I made a face when my phone rang and I saw who it was.  My
face must have given me away.  Nina looked at me.

   "Ex," I said.

   Nina wasn't threatened.  No, Nina was smug.  "Tell 'er I said "hi"."

   I smiled at Nina and took a deep breath.  "Hello, Jennifer," I said.

   The voice at the other end was familiar.  Unfortunately, so was the very
perceptible edge of nastiness.  "Hello, Dan.  I just heard some interesting
news."

   Nina's ear was against mine so we could both hear the conversation.  Her
hand touched my thigh.  I looked.  She smiled.

   "And what news would that be, Jen?"

   "It seems as though you've acquired a wife, Dan." I pictured her face
twisted in a sneer I was all too familiar with from the divorce.  Her face
was actually quite pleasant without the sneer, but for some reason now, the
sneer was the default picture in my head.

   "Oh, good," I said.  "I was afraid it was another one of those gossipy
rumors you've been repeating back to me.  So what did you hear, and I will
tell you if it's true or not." I felt Nina's thigh against mine.  That's
all I needed for support.

   Jennifer started in.  I could picture the nasty smirk.  "My sources say
that YOU married some TEENY-BOPPER who's young enough to be your DAUGHTER,
and that she just graduated from high school last month."

   "Right.  WRONG.  Right."

   "What'd'ya mean, Dan?" There was an edge of venom.

   "Well, Jennifer," I said calmly, "We, that's Nina and I, did indeed get
married a week or so ago.  She is indeed eighteen, but she's far from a
teeny-bopper.  She had a 4.0 average, National Honor Society, and third in
her graduating class." I breathed then continued before Jen could crank
back up.  "And I already HAVE a daughter.  I married a kindred soul.  By
the way, how's YOUR hubby doing?"

   That was a little sprinkling of salt into a wound.  Jen's new husband
was a notorious grand talker, perpetually just one step behind that One Big
Deal of a Lifetime.  I don't think they were doing particularly well
financially, and I suspected that the monthly child support checks I sent
were a significant portion of their income at times.

   "Jerry's doing just fine, thank you very much.  He's got a big used car
lot now, and he's angling towards getting a GM dealership."

   "That's gooood," I said.  I could do sarcasm, too, you know.  Nina
slapped me on the thigh.

   "Be nice," Nina mouthed silently.

   I continued, "So how's Sandy doing?  She hasn't called.  School's out."

   Jen sighed.  "Sandy's doing fine.  Straight A's.  Just like you.  Right
now she's upstairs listening to music.  YOUR music.  Bugging me about PIANO
lessons.  Wanna talk to her?"

   "You know I do.  In a second.  So what else do you want to talk about?
Wanna talk to my new wife?" I looked at Nina.  I was smiling, because Nina
was smirking.  "Because she's gonna be Sandy's step-mom.  Well, more like a
big sister."

   I knew pretty much who Jennifer's "source" for news was.  The source was
a long-time friend of Jen's (and mine, actually) who was a high-school
teacher.  I surmised that the source knew exactly what was what with Nina.
Further, I actually trusted that person to tell Jennifer the truth even if
it didn't particularly please Jen to hear it.  And the truth was that my
Nina was bright and intelligent and moral and I was sure those findings had
been given to Jennifer.

   Jen snorted.  "Yeah.  Let me talk to your sweetie." Sarcasm dripped.

   "Be nice.  Really.  I KNOW you can do it," I said.

   "I AM nice," Jen said.  "Lemme talk to her."

   I handed the phone to Nina, who jumped in with both feet.  "Hi, Mizz
Jennifer," Nina chirped, her voice dripping with youthful exuberance.  I
was listening, ear to Nina's.

   "You don't have to call me "Mizz," Jen said.  "You married my ex."

   "Yes ma'am," Nina grinned, "But my grandma taught me to be respectful to
my elders."

   I almost choked trying to stifle my laugh.  My eyes watered.

   "Babe," Jennifer battled back, "You married my ex.  You don't call him
"Mister" do you?"

   "I did, until, you know..." Nina countered with a decidedly girlish
giggle.

   There was a palpable pause.  "Good one," Jennifer said.  "Good one. 
Okay." She paused.  I heard the sigh.  "Let's retract our claws, dear.  Is
Sandy staying with you guys for a few weeks this summer going to be a
problem?"

   Nina looked at me.  I mouthed "okay".  We'd already had this talk
between ourselves.

   "Oh, certainly not.  Dan's told me about her, and I want to meet her
anyway."

   "But you and Dan being newlyweds..."

   Nina's mouth straightened.  Her "serious" look.  "Uh, Mizz ...  Sorry.
Jennifer, I am a person with a sense of propriety and decorum and morals.
Dan knows this.  Everybody around me knows this.  With Sandy here, I will
be her big sister or her step-mom, even, but she is Dan's child, and I
would never do anything to hurt a child, especially Dan's." She paused. 
"And yours." Another pause.  "And now, mine..."

   "Did HE tell you to say that?" Jen asked.

   "Nope.  He pretty much knows how I am, and if I wasn't like this, I
don't think he would have married me." Nina smiled at me as I stroked her
shiny hair.

   Jennifer admitted, "I actually heard nothing but good about you, you
know, except that you married Dan..."

   "Hold on there, cowgirl," Nina jumped in.  "I MARRIED Dan.  Like in
"forever" and all that.  He's not a weekend or a summer or whatever.  I
will be with him until the day I die.  Or he does."

   I knew that the "forever" comment had driven a stake through the heart
of my ex, and honestly, I don't think that Nina did it on purpose.

   "I'm sorry.  You're right, uh ...  Nina?" Jennifer was reeling, losing
the battle badly.  "He was single.  It's his choice.  And yours.  And
honestly, I heard nothing but good about you.  Can we be, you know, sort of
friends?"

   Nina took that hit.  "Uh ...  yeah," and then threw her own.  "Yeah, we
have something in common." Pause "A little girl named Sandy.  'Friends'
would be best for Sandy, I think."

   "Yeah," Jennifer said.  "And be good to her dad, okay?"

   "Absolutely," Nina answered.

   "Can I talk to him for a second?" Jennifer asked.

   Nina looked at me and then said, "Dan, Jennifer wants to talk to you,"
acting like I hadn't heard every word that had been spoken between them.

   "Okay, Jen," I said.  "I heard you get a little idea of how Nina is."

   "Yeah I did.  Dan, she's something.  At least that's what I heard."

   "She had to be something, Jen," I said.  "She cracked quite a shell to
get to me." I paused.  "So when are we getting Sandy?"

   Jen said, "How about a couple or three weekends from now?  We can meet
you halfway."

   "Last weekend in June sounds fine.  How long can we have her?"

   "Three or four weeks?" Jen stated.

   "Four, I'm thinking.  We'll see how Sandy and Nina hit it off.  I'm
thinking it'll be fine."

   "Okay, Dan," she said.  "Anything else?"

   "Nope," I said.  "Can I talk to Sandy now?"

   "Sure," Jen said.

   I heard her call Sandy's name, then footsteps, then "Hi, Daddy!"

   "Hi, baby," I said.  "I heard you did all A's in school."

   "Yessir," she said.  "It's not that hard." She paused.  "Mom said you
got married."

   "Yes, baby," I said.  "I did."

   "Mom said she was young.  Like high school."

   "She is, baby.  Her name is Nina.  And she graduated this year.  Do you
want to say hi to her?"

   "Sure." That was my little girl.  Sometimes I saw things that were
purely her mother's and sometimes I saw myself at that age.  Her matter of
fact tone?  That was me.

   I handed the phone to Nina.

   "Hi, Sandy," Nina said.

   "Hi," Sandy said.  "Uh, what am I s'posed to call you?  Like "Mom" or
"Miss Nina" or what?"

   "Call me just plain "Nina", Sandy.  You have a mom already."

   "Okay then, Nina.  Do you work?"

   "I don't have a job right now, Sandy.  I start college in the fall. 
Why?"

   Sandy was thinking.  I could tell.  "'Cuz dad'll have like a week of
vacation and we can ALL do stuff, and then when he goes back to work, I can
hang out with you.  Can I?" Sandy paused.  "That's if you don't have, like
HORNS on your head or something..."

   Nina's laughter tinkled.  "I don't have horns, sweetie.  And I'd love to
hang out with you."

   "'Kay," Sandy said.  "It's nice meeting you.  Can I talk to my dad now?"

   "Sure, babe!  We're gonna have a good time." Nina handed me the phone.

   "She doesn't have horns, Sandy.  Her species has the scales and forked
tail."

   "Da-aad!  You were LISTENING!" She sounded exasperated as only a
precocious ten-year old ("ALMOST eleven!") could sound.

   "I was listening to the two women I love most in life.  And yes, we will
have at least a week of vacation time for all of us together, okay.  Maybe
two.  And I've rented a beach house."

   The squeal almost burst my eardrum.  "The BEACH!?!?!?  I LOVE the
BEACH!"

   "I know that, princess.  That's why I rented it."

   "Okay, Dad!  I love you!" she squealed.  "Did you get us a sailboat,
too?"

   "I love you too, baby," I said.  "Yes, I got us a sailboat."

   "Oh, good!  I love sailboats.  I can't WAIT!"

   "Us neither, Sandy."

   "Okay, Dad.  Tell Nina bye," she said, then "Wait!  Mom wants to say
something."

   Jennifer's voice.  "Sounds like she's taking this better than..."

   "Better than what?" I asked.

   "Nothing," Jennifer said.  "Nothing.  I hope you and Nina are happy, and
I'm happy that it sounds like Sandy is okay with it."

   "Thank you," I said.  "Nina?"

   Nina smirked.

   "Nina says, "Nice to meet you," and all that," I said.  "Bye..."

   "Bye, Dan." Click.

   As I sat the phone down, Nina slid into my lap and put her arms around
my neck.  And smiled.  "Well!" she said, "That went better than expected."

   I said, "I'm a little surprised myself.  She had her claws out when she
called." I kissed Nina's nose.  "But YOU..." I laughed.  "When you said
"respectful to my elders"?  I thought I was going to die..."

   Nina giggled.  "Don't nobody mess with MY man, Dan.  Nobody.  Just
because she's your ex doesn't mean I will put up with any crap." She
paused. "Well, when it comes to Sandy..."

   "Sandy's not going to be a problem?"

   "I don't think so, Dan.  Not from what you've told me, and how she
sounds on the phone."

   "Good, babe.  She IS my daughter."

   "I know, honey," Nina said.  "And I know you want to do your best with
her.  And so do I.  So we will." Then Nina wiggled.  Her lip came out in a
pout.  "What kind of luck is it that I start my honeymoon while I'm having
a period?"

   "No luck at all..."

   She laughed.  "I know ...  established principles and parameters at
work..."

   I kissed her long and hard, her form melting into my arms.  She was
completely nude except for panties.  I didn't let them deter my hands for
feeling her butt.  Her teeth nibbled at my ear.

   "I wish you were inside me, Dan," she whispered.

   "Babe, I can be..."

   "No," she said.  "I know you told me that some women do that, but not
me. Not on my period.  Her eyes locked into my own.  "A couple more days.
We'll be in the cabin, and, mmmmmm, okay?"

   "Okay," I said.

   She raised up and resettled astraddle my lap.  I lived and died in the
beauty of her face, eyes twinkling, that smile, her arms encircling my
neck, her small, firm breasts pressing against my hairy chest.  Another
wiggle and I was hard.  Very hard.  Obviously hard to a young girl wiggling
her butt in my lap.

   This was considered to be a very good thing and her hands were planted
against my chest, pushing me backward.  She was grinning, her pink tongue's
tip protruding between her teeth as she slid down.  "You don't think I'm
gonna, like, let you build up all that pressure, do you?"

   "I could, you know..." I was being truthful.  I could.  I wouldn't want
to, but I could.  And I'd have to paddle that cute butt for parading around
almost naked in front of me every time we got in a private venue.

   "Well, maybe I'll let you charge up the night before this stupid period
is over," she said.  She stripped my briefs off and her head bobbed down
and I was in heaven as her mouth took me in.

   "Oh, godddd, babe," I moaned.  "I feel like I'm taking advantage of
you..."

   "Nuh-uh..." she was looking up into my eyes, smiling.  "You're not
forcing me.  I LIKE doing this." Her grin made that quite believable, as
did the enthusiasm with which teeth and tongue and lips worked on me,
showing me with feelings from my dick and my balls and the insides of my
thighs.  I don't know if it was just intuitive to her, or she was paying
careful attention to the involuntary spasms of pleasure, or what, but she
had me racing to orgasm in a matter of minutes.  As her fingers expertly
squeezed and tugged at my balls, my dick spewed jet after jet of semen into
her sucking mouth.

   She was smiling when she crawled back up and kissed me.  "I love you,
Dan," she said.  "You know, I was almost worried about the first time I was
going to talk to your ex.  But I know that you're mine, and together we're
up to anything."

   "I knew we had to do that sooner or later, babe.  She can be quite the
bitch at times.  I'm just glad she wasn't today.  I hate to think of anyone
making you unhappy."

   "We're gonna win, babe." She kissed me.  "We have each other.  You know,
I'm actually looking forward to having Sandy over this summer."

   "She's a good kid, babe.  Smart.  Like you.  I'm thinking that the two
of you will hit it off well.  But me and you, we need to exercise some
restraint and decorum, you know."

   "Oh, I know that, babe.  No running around naked, no groping."

   "Yeah, kissing and hugging is okay, though."

   "Like this?" she giggled, wrapping me in long, slender legs, her hands
grabbing my softened dick and balls.

   "Maybe not quite THAT enthusiastic."

   Giggle.  "I'll be good, babe.  That's what doors are for."

   Honeymoon?  In a word, beautiful.  Nina's idea as much as mine for the
destination, and we had a blast.  Interacting with other passengers, we
were "that funny couple, older guy, young girl, that you can't pry apart".
We went ashore and marveled at the touristy things, devoured the
spectacular scenery, shot endless amounts of video of orcas, and as
previously mentioned, we wasted no time in locating the ship's engineer for
a "show us how this thing works" tour.  And after he found out that I was
an engineer myself, we REALLY got the tour.

   Seeing Nina every day, the sky was a deeper blue, the scents of the
breeze were more fragrant, food tasted better ...  Can you tell I was in
love?

   And a day into the trip, the period was over and after dinner and a
little time on deck marveling at the scenery, a soft hand grasped mine and
tugged.  When I turned to look at that face, the eyes were twinkling and
the smile was sublime and the reason was obvious.

   I don't think that the cabin door was locked before her clothing was
fluttering to the floor and she was helping me to undress and I was
victimized by a wanton teen girl.  Oh, the horror ...  two hours later I
was drained, having come twice.  Nina?  Poor babe had to settle for...

   "How many times did you come this evening, babe," I asked.

   A sigh, an arm tossed across my chest, a purr...  "Gee, honey, five,
six..." giggle.  "Does your tongue still work?"

   That night we didn't go to sleep.  Instead, we slipped into a shared
sexually dissipated coma.  Loving Nina was an exercise in a dimension of
sexuality that my imagination never generated in even my most fevered,
hormone-addled mind.  "Insatiable" is not the word for how things were
between us.  To me, it sounds crude and uncontrollable.  We were mutually
aroused and mutually satisfied with each other.  At the end of the evening
all we had left of each other was soothing caresses as we fell into sleep.

   I woke first the following morning, propped up on one elbow, drinking in
the disheveled beauty next to me, her dark brown hair splayed on her
pillow, the roundness of her shoulder blending into her smooth, firm back,
the sheets up to her waist.  My small movement, even though it didn't wake
up my young beauty, did wake up my bladder.  I got out of bed as quietly as
I could and went to the bathroom to relieve myself.  Concentrating on my
task, I didn't hear Nina arise, so her presence at the door was a bit of a
shock, but she smiled, kissed me quickly and pushed past me to unload her
own pressure.

   Awake, we showered.  For some reason our bodies smelled of sex.  Once
cleaned up enough to be presentable, we dressed and went to breakfast and
the day's activities, strolling around the deck hand in hand, greeting and
chatting with people we recognized.

   All too soon, the cruise was over and we worked our way back home. 
Tired out, we spent a two-hour layover nestled together in adjacent airport
chairs, her head on my chest, my arm around her shoulder.  In between
snoozes we had a running discussion of the "wildlife".

   The last flight was short and half-empty.  The flight attendant, seeing
us sitting side by side informed us that we could spread out and sit in
less crowded comfort.

   "Oh, no, thank you," Nina said.  "Last day of our honeymoon.  We kinda
belong like this." And I smiled.

   The attendant bent over and whispered, "The last two rows are empty."
And she smiled.  Nina looked at me and grinned.

   "Thank you," Nina said.  We got up and moved to the last row and were
ignored for the forty minute flight.  I guess a more adventurous couple
might have tried the "Mile-High Club" but neither Nina nor I was THAT
adventurous.  The idea, however, was subject of much giggling and laughing
and ultimately a bunch of tickling and power hugging.  And a squeeze or
two...

   And home.  Of course, having been gone a week, the cat was guarding the
door when we walked in.  Nina stopped to begin the slow process of catching
him up on a week's missed skritches and I unloaded the bags and started
stowing what needed stowing.  I was stopped in mid-stow by a pair of hands
covering my eyes from behind.

   Inseparable?  I mean to tell you.  I bought a second kayak.  We went
kayaking.  Her old bicycle went to a charity and I bought her a new one and
weekends found us on the roads through the woods together.

   "Guess who," she said, giggling.

   "Katerina, Tsarina of All the Russias," I said, "and I am only Igor,
your unworthy servant..."

   Giggle.  "Igor, I tire from my travels.  I require a bahth." In a
horrible fake Russian accent.

   Grunt.  "Oh, Mistress, Igor says bath not good for Mistress.  Shower
much better." I turned around.  "Mistress" was completely naked and
giggling.

   "That's quite possibly the most horrible Russian accent I've ever heard.
Come on, babe.  Let's go shower and then..." Her eyes twinkled and her
smile deepened to "dimple" range.  The laundry could wait.

   "And by the way, lady, your Russian accent is horrible, too."

   She hauled my face to hers.  "How about my French?" Giggle.

   After a long, hot kiss, I opined "Your French is perfect..." We washed
each other lovingly and retired to the bedroom.  Clothes?  Nope.

   Nina tossed the covers off the bed in a grand move and fell backward
onto it, her arms and legs spread.  "Do you KNOW how much I need you,
babe?"

   I took her invitation and crawled into her arms.  Youthful, perfect,
willing.  No, forget "willing".  Make that "excited".  Our mouths met and
welded.  Then our bodies followed.  Mated.  Frantically.  Half an hour
later we were lying back, her head on my chest, my lips brushing the
shining beauty of her hair.  A planted kiss caused me to turn her face to
mine.  There was that smile, full of life and promise, those eyes, blue
wells that in mere weeks had pulled in my soul.

   "I love you, Nina," I said.

   "You'd better, Dan.  Because these are the only man's arms I will ever
be in..."

   "I can promise you, little one," I said.  "From the first time I saw
you, your face has been in my head."

   "You silver-tongued devil," she purred.  She rolled over on top of me
and kissed me, her hair hanging to frame her face and tickle my cheeks.

   I stroked her head and brushed the hair away from her face and kissed
her back.

   "You're kinda the same way with me, babe," she said.  "Just so you
know."

   "I know, babe.  We're pretty much an "US" now, aren't we?"

   "Yep," she grinned.  "And "us" Is hungry, aren't we?" She smiled
demurely.  "Let's order a pizza!"

   "Works for me," I said.  I watched her shapely ass bounce out the door
and into the office to fire up the desktop computer.  I molested her while
the computer booted.

   "Stop that," she giggled.  "You're gonna make me stain the chair." She
was right.  Her bare ass was on my computer chair and my Nina was very
juicy when aroused.  I got up and came back with a towel.  She raised up
and I covered the chair.  "Now you can molest me with impunity," she
giggled.  I was nibbling on her neck, a move that disintegrated any
self-control she might have had, when the computer finished booting.

   "Order pizza!" I said.

   "Uh ...  you beast!  Here I was thinking you were totally absorbed in my
beauty, and you were watching the darned computer?"

   "Got to have priorities, babe," I chuckled.

   "Beast," repeated, giggling, turning to the screen.  A few clicks and
keystrokes and she stood up.  "You can lick me senseless now, babe.  The
food's on the way.

   I put my hands on her waist and she hopped up, wrapping those long legs
around me.  She was correct.  Fifteen minutes later she was bucking against
my tongue.

   "Good boy" she said, kissing my juice-covered face.  I donned a
terrycloth robe to wait for the pizza's arrival.

   She slipped on an identical one, followed me into the living room and
knelt between my legs when I sat on the sofa.  She was grinning as her
tongue and lips teased and played.  "You know," she said, "that the pizza's
gonna come before YOU do..." She moved up to straddle my now-hard dick and
in one move sheathed it deep inside wonderful hot wetness.  A smile
enlarged on her face.  "You know how much I love you inside me."

   "Ohgodyes," I said.

   She didn't move a muscle and neither did I, except our mouths.  That's
where we were when we heard a car pull into the drive.

   She didn't have a hard-on to care for, so she made sure her robe was
closed and answered the door.  Opening it, she saw the delivery boy.  "Oh,
uh ...  Hi, Brandon!" 'Brandon' was wearing the uniform shirt of the pizza
company.  I could only imagine Brandon to be one of Nina's classmates.

   "Uh, hi, Nina.  I heard you got married.  Is this where you live now?"
he asked.

   "Yes, it is." She half-turned.  "Babe, come meet Brandon.  We went to
school together."

   I got up and walked to the door.  "Hi, Brandon.  I'm Dan Gleason." He
balanced the pizza bag on one arm and shook my hand.

   "Pleased to meetcha," he said.

   Nina took the pizza from him and I signed the ticket, adding a healthy
tip.

   "Thanks, Mister Dan," he said.  And he turned and left.

   I locked the door and went to the kitchen where Nina was putting hot
cheesy slices on plates for us.  I fixed a couple of cokes over ice.  We
sat at the table to eat.

   "One of the guys from school," she said.  "Just a plain ol' middle of
the class guy.  Now he's delivering pizza."

   "Give 'im credit for doing SOMETHING," I said.  "Even though running my
own car up and down the road for tips might not be the smartest choice."

   "What about me, Dan?  Should I try and get a job?" She looked at me as
she sucked on her straw.

   "Let's think about that, sweetie.  First, you told Sandy that you
weren't working and you'd be able to spend time with her when she came. 
That's gonna be your month of July."

   "You're right.  I remember that."

   "And as far as spending money ...  You have your own car and you've got
a credit card and I trust you to spend our money wisely.  So it's not the
money."

   "Uh-huh," she said.

   "And what kind of job are you going to go after?  Second assistant fry
cook at Mickey D's?  Other than people skills, what's that going to do for
you?"

   "You're right.  I'm a fledgling engineer." Her brow wrinkled for a
second.  That was her "I'm thinking" face.  "Uh ...  library."

   "Library?"

   "Yeah, I can go help out with the summer reading program at the library.
I did that last summer." She smiled.  "Grandma put me up to it."

   "That'll get you out of the house a little.  Volunteer as much as you
want.  And when Sandy's here, maybe she can go with you."

   She smiled.  "That's what I'll do.  I can call tomorrow."

   "Next summer, though, we can see about getting you an internship
somewhere if you want."

   She smiled.  "Maybe your assistant?"

   "I think most of my managers would see through that ploy, angel.  And
how would I keep my professional distance all day?"

   "Just a thought," she said.  "And you're right.  It would be bad for
workplace morale if they found you doin' an intern in a closet." Giggle. 
"Even worse if they found the intern doing YOU."

   We finished our pizza and cleaned up our mess, then settled in for some
quiet music and a game of cards.  Easing towards nine o'clock, we put the
cards up and I followed a bouncy little ass into the bedroom.  We shed the
bathrobes and she pushed me backward onto the bed.  "Uh, I think I owe you
an orgasm, baby doll," she grinned.  "How do you want it?"

   I was erect.  I took her hand and guided her astraddle me.

   "You know how I love this way," she smiled.  Kneeling over me she teased
the head of my dick with the wet lips of her pussy, smearing her juices on
me, mixing them with my own as I leaked in anticipation.  "It'll be..." she
slid down over me until our pubic bones met.  "I'll come..." her hands
supported her as her back arched.

   I bent upward to lick a nipple and her right hand left my chest to pull
my face against her.

   "OH god, Dan.  You drive me wild."

   I had my hands on her hips, riding her pounding pussy as she worked us
together towards ecstasy.  With her nipple in my mouth, all I could
communicate was "Mmmmm".  I pushed upward in response to her active hips,
matching her thrusts with my own.  I felt the head of my dick deep inside
her colliding with her cervix as we mated.

   My mouth left her tit and I saw her biting her bottom lip, her nostrils
flaring.  I knew my Nina was close.  I could feel the tingling in the head
of my dick that presaged my own orgasm.  "Come on, baby doll, let's do it,"
I hissed.

   "Mmmm, yeah ...  ogodohgodohgad ...  Dannnnnn!" and he pussy slammed
hard onto me.  I felt the ripple of her muscles and the first squirt jetted
into her.  "Eeeee, I feel it, Dan!  Do it!"

   I did it, thrusting short strokes into her as she glowed.  She collapsed
into my arms.  I held onto her.

   "Dan, I love you," she sighed.

   "And I love you, Nina.  You're my perfect dream, you know."

   She curled up into my chest.  "I didn't know WHAT to dream until we got
together, Dan."

   And that's the way to go to sleep.



   ------

   Chapter 7

   Monday.  Double Monday, because it was the first day back from vacation.
NO, Make that a rare TRIPLE Monday, because it was also the first day of
work after a honeymoon, and a guy just doesn't get that many honeymoons.

   The alarm went off unsympathetically.  I got up and headed to the
bathroom to wash my face, and I jumped a little in surprise when I felt
Nina's arms wrap around me from behind.

   "Babe," I said, "You could've slept in, you know..."

   "No, baby," she smiled.  "You're up, and I wanna be up with you.  That
bed's no fun without you in it."

   I was glad.  We kissed, and then as I was getting dressed, I heard her
in the kitchen.

   "Cereal okay this morning, babe?" I heard her call.

   "Sure," I said.  "That's fine." As I was pulling on my shoes, I flipped
on the TV to catch the news.  I saw her set a bowl on the table for me and
I sat down as she followed with one for herself.

   "Coffee's on, too.  By the time you finish your cereal." We ate,
talking, smiling, then she collected the bowls and silverware and returned
with two mugs of coffee.

   "Babe, you don't have to wait on me."

   "I know," she said, "but you're going to go to work all day and I'm
going to stay here until one and then go to the library and read books to
kids.  I'd feel guilty."

   "Don't," I said.  "but I appreciate this.  I really do.  And I love you
for it."

   She giggled.  "I would hope you love me for more than a nasty ol' cup of
coffee!"

   "I don't have time for the whole list, little brown-haired girl," I
said. I finished the coffee and stood to leave.  She stood with me.  We
walked to the door.  She kissed me before closing the door behind me.

   I walked into the office to the good-natured jibes of my co-workers,
right down to a smiling Jannie.  I found my in-box hidden under project
files and paperwork and spent most of the morning alternating between
catching up on email and sorting through the stack.  An hour before lunch I
couldn't look at paper any more.  I had to escape.

   Walking past Jannie, she remarked, "I tried to keep as much off you as I
could, but I can't do all that stuff, Dan."

   "I know, Jannie," I said.  "I appreciate it.  I have to get out of the
office for a while.  I'll be back." I slipped out the door and took my
golfcart out into the plant to see a couple of jobs I knew were in
progress.

   I found out that not only had word of my new marriage gotten out, but so
had details like Nina's age.  And a few other things.

   "My daughter went to school with that little girl you married, Dan," one
older electrician told me.

   "Your daughter graduated this year, too, Steve-o," I said.  "I got an
invitation from her." I smiled.  "Since there's only one school in town, I
suppose that's sort of unavoidable that they knew each other."

   He shook his head, "Yeah, you're right.  But I had to ask Britney
anyway, you know.  Curiosity and all that." He wiped his hands with a shop
rag as we talked.  "She said your Nina was always sort of different in
school.  Kids thought she was maybe, you know..."

   I laughed.  "Yeah, I know.  Nina told me what the rumors were, so you
saying it doesn't surprise me."

   "Oh, don't get me wrong, Dan!  I'm happy for you.  Just, you know, kind
of a surprise." He rubbed the stubble on his chin.  "'Course, when I think
of some of the boys that Brit's brought home ...  I think I'd trade age for
intelligence and a future..."

   "Dammit, Steve," I said, "how do you think your father in law felt when
YOU first waltzed in the front door with HIS daughter?"

   "Good point, Dan," he said.  "But still ...  Eighteen.  You know you're
sort of a legend around the lunchroom now..."

   "People need something to talk about," I shrugged.

   "Yeah, but a forty year old engineer with an eighteen year old wife,
that's GOOD!"

   As I drove back to the office building I mulled over that thought. 
Smiling.

   Back at the office, a couple of my co-workers mentioned a run outside
the plant for lunch.

   "Any vendors around that we can squeeze for a free meal?" I asked.  We
were a large, lucrative client for a whole lot of services and supplies and
the salesmen from those companies frequently bought lunch while we "talked
business".

   "No," Harvey said.  "We're on our own."

   "Well," I said, "let's go, then." I had Harvey riding with me in the
front seat and another guy in the back seat.  We headed to a nearby eatery
that was set up for the lunch crowd from the local industries.

   My phone rang.  I held it up.  Nina.

   Harvey smirked.  "Hmmphh!  Newlyweds!"

   "Hey, Nina baby," I said.

   "Hi, love," she answered.  "You said I could call around eleven-thirty.
How's your day?"

   "Too long," I said.  "Me and Harvey and Dave are headed to Binky's for
lunch.  Are you on the road somewhere near there?"

   "'Bout a mile away.  Your buddies don't mind if I join you?"

   "Nina wants to know if it's okay if she joins us for lunch," I
questioned.  I heard no complaints.  Saw a couple of grins.  "Come on, baby
doll," I told her.

   "See you in a few minutes, baby," she chirped.

   "Okay, little girl!  I love you!"

   "Love ya too, babe!" she said, and hung up.

   "Gaggggg!" Dave said.

   "Jealousy is a terrible emotion, bud," I told him, laughing.

   "Dammit, Dan, I AM jealous.  She sure was pretty when ya'll got
married."

   "Your wife's a doll, too, Dave.  We all need to get together for a
barbecue soon, you know..."

   "I can make that happen," Harvey said.

   "Nah, needs to be at my place.  Nina's rollout as a proper engineer's
wife an' all that!" I laughed.  "B'sides, Harv, I've had your barbecue."
That got a few laughs.  We were constantly competing over barbecue.

   We pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, went inside and got
the second to last table.  Nina walked in just as we sat down and I
motioned her over.

   "Hi, Mister ...  uh ...  Harvey?  And you're..." She looked at Dave. 
"Mister Dave.  You guys were at our wedding." She smiled.  "So what's for
lunch?"

   Harvey patted his rounded gut.  "Plate lunch special.  Monday is
Salisbury steak and gravy.  You get a vegetable and a piece of cake and a
roll with it.

   The waitress came up to take our orders.  Her eyes darted between me and
Nina.  "Ya'll just got married, didn't ya?"

   Nina fielded that one.  "Yes ma'am!" And patted my arm, grinning.

   "That's good, hon," the waitress countered.  She took our orders and
left.

   "Nina, you broke a bunch of hearts, you know," Dave said.

   "How's that, Mister Dave?" she asked.

   "You took a very eligible man, a single, successful engineer, off the
market.  And you can drop that "mister" thing, Nina.  You're Dan's wife
now."

   "He told me he didn't like being on the market." She looked at me, then
back at Dave.

   "Yeah, he didn't play that game.  If I was single..."

   Harvey said, "It was something to see.  Some of them women would flirt,
and ol' Dan would just smile and sip his drink and be polite, but he never
took the bait."

   Nina smiled.  "He's different.  That's why I chose him."

   I changed the subject as gracefully as I could.  We talked about work
stuff.  About Nina's library job.  And planned for a barbecue.  And we ate
our lunch.

   I'm the only one who got a kiss before going back to work, a detail
mentioned mirthfully by Dave.

   Funny.  Somehow that kiss helped me make it through the rest of Monday.

   I didn't want to be too obvious about wanting to get home at the end of
the day, but I wanted ...  Still, I and the rest of the team sat in the
lunchroom for ten minutes after the whistle signaled the end of the day,
giving the hourly crew time to clear the roads a bit.  I'd just made it
through the gate when my cellphone rang.  Nina.

   "Nina, I can't believe this day was so long..." I said.

   "Me too, sweetie," she said.  "Hurry home!"

   I hurried.  Well, I hurried as much as I could through a little town
with some zealous local law enforcement.  As I pulled into the driveway,
the front door swung open and Nina came springing out.  The old man across
the street waved as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in OUR
front yard.  She took my hand and tugged me into the house, shutting the
door.

   "Would it be considered improper of me to want you to make love with me
before we go to dinner?"

   "Hmmm," I said, "I guess considering that we've been married for just
over a week, that would be quite acceptable, my dear," I said.

   Her nimble fingers were running down the front of her blouse, undoing
buttons.  I was following her, engaged in my own version of the same plan.
We both sat on the edge of the bed, removing shoes and socks, and then she
stood, pulling off her panties.  I stood to drop my own briefs and stepped
out of them as she was tossing back the covers to OUR bed.

   "Come on, baby," she said.  "I've been thinking of this all afternoon."

   "Wow, this is strange.  Reading to pre-schoolers makes my baby horny." I
grinned as I gathered her into my arms.

   "Not exactly, babe," she laughed.  "It was the blue sky, the sun
shining, happy people, and I just thought that the happiest thing I could
do today is make love with YOU!"

   Further comments disappeared into silence as our lips met.  My hands
traced down the perfect curve from her waist to her thighs, a bit of real
estate incorporating what appeared to me to be the most perfect ass in the
universe.  She was MINE.  What do you think I'd think?

   Her lips pulled away from mine with a sigh and I moved my face to the
juncture between her neck and shoulder and kissed.  She got all giggly at
that move, then tugged my head down towards a perky breast.

   Like I needed encouragement.

   Her fingers sought a grip in my short hair as I nipped and tugged at a
pink, erect nipple, then she sighed in the second it took me to move to its
mirror image on the other side.  I kneaded her firm breast with my hand,
then kissed downward towards the soft dark hair on her pubic mound.  I
relished the tactile bliss as my lips pushed through the soft hair towards
the wet, musky slit.

   My movement to that goal performed pleasing geometry in that it brought
her face near my own sex.  As I kissed the beginning of her sweet slit, I
felt her fingers wrap my dick, sliding the skin over the shaft, tugging me
to a hot mouth.

   Her lips closing over the head of my dick brought a moan from my lips,
and that moan was in direct contact with her pussy's moist lips.  She threw
her legs apart, pushed me onto my back and presented me with a luscious
hot, wet, tasty pussy.  Her head bounced down, pushing her mouth onto my
hardness as my tongue found her hard, pink clitty.

   One of her hands guided my dick into and out of her mouth as the other
hand squeezed my ass.  I pulled her into my face and licked and slurped
hungrily.

   We didn't communicate with words, just purrs and moans as we drove each
other to orgasm.  She pulled me out of her mouth as she came once, then
twice, then sucked me back in, her teeth catching the skin of my dick on
the wonderful edge of pain, her tongue dancing.  And I came.

   She sucked on me until I was drained and soft, then turned around and
kissed me.  I gazed into her eyes.

   "God, you transport me to another world, little girl.  I love you."

   "I love you too, honey.  I truly do."

   We stayed in an embrace for a few minutes, then got up to shower before
dinner.  The day's cares and stresses were gone, chased away by the cutie
in my arms, soapy, giggly, trading caresses as hot water ran over us.

   We were doing our post-shower rituals.  She was perched on a stool,
drying that sassy hair and I was shaving.  "Dan," she said, "we have to be
careful, you know..."

   "Careful of what, baby doll?" I questioned.

   "That we don't forget to work off lunches like we had today."

   "Oh, that," I answered.  "If you remember, I was out for a walk the day
I met you."

   Giggle.  "Yeah, I know.  But we need to keep doin' something.  I don't
want to be one of those plump little wives."

   "I don't mind the plump thing, but we need to stay healthy.  And you're
young.  If I slow down, I'm gonna put on weight like crazy, and it'd be a
lot harder to get off."

   "That's right, sweetie," she said, standing, naked.

   I was wiping the shaving cream off my face.  She handed me the
aftershave.  "Use this."

   "You like that stuff?"

   Another giggle.  "You don't know how crazy that made me when we first
met.  That night you took me out to eat, our first date.  I remembered that
scent all night when I got home." She smiled.

   "I am glad I made you crazy for me, Nina." She spun me around and
pressed her naked form against me.  "You're a dream that I hope I never
wake up from."

   "Me too, baby," she said.

   "Come on, love," I said.  "Let's go see if anything's good on TV."

   "Okay," she said, pulling on her nightshirt.  We went to the living
room. I stretched out on the sofa and Nina took her place at the opposite
end of the sofa, our legs delightfully tangled.  She punched through the
channels twice and neither of us expressed an interest in anything.

   "Nothing?" I asked.

   "Unless you just want a background noise.  D'you remember what's in the
CD changer?"

   "Nope," I said.

   "It'll be something good." She got up and pushed back against me,
wrapping my arms around her.  "I know you've got "Pastorale" in there
somewhere." She punched buttons studiously until she found it.  The sounds
were what I and my baby needed.  I nuzzled her and caressed her and she
purred and made happy noises and we talked about our day, then picked up a
deck of cards and laughed and played before bed.

   And we settled into a blissful routine.



   ------

   Chapter 8

   Two weeks of routine, anyway.  I'd go to work, just like I had for
years, except there was this lithe female form catching me at the door for
a kiss before I left, and she'd hand me a little paper bag with a couple of
apples or a banana or grapes or something, and unless the gang at the
office shoved me out the gate for lunch, I had Nina's snack.

   Nina was at the library three days a week, reading stories and helping
corral a bunch of rambunctious pre-schoolers.

   And when I'd get home, if she'd had a library day, we ate out.  If she
hadn't done the library, I'd walk in to the smells of food cooking on the
stove, and a smiling, jeans-clad wife.  After dinner we walked or used a
new membership at the gym.  I was serious about not wanting to gain weight
and that required a bit of effort.

   Happily I had Nina.  And TWO bicycles.  And TWO kayaks.

   Yeah, the kayak thing.  I wasn't a nut-case "take a kayak over Niagara
Falls" kayaker, but I was plenty competent for the slow-moving rivers and
lakes around the area, and I brought Nina along with me.  The first time.
After that, it was "Let's go take the kayaks to the lake." And two kayakers
can find some really secluded places to play.

   And we were approaching the last weekend of June.  Time for Sandy to
show up for her month with Daddy.  And Nina.

   Nina, I'm happy to say, started prepping for the vacation at the beach
two weeks in advance, making lists, showing them to me, refining,
organizing.  We went shopping and bumped up both our summer wardrobes. 
Included in hers, in addition to her normal, very conservative one-piece
bathing suit, I watched her choose a couple of bikinis.  Not tiny bikinis,
but bikinis nonetheless.

   I threatened to buy a speedo.  It was an empty threat.  I bought baggy
trunks.

   At work I tried to get as many loose ends tied up as I could.  Jannie
noticed.  "I never saw you that excited about your vacation, Dan.  She's
really got you, huh?"

   I smiled at Jannie.  You don't work in the same office with somebody for
years and not form a friendship.  "Yes, I guess she does, Jan," I said.

   Jannie turned away from her computer.  "You know, all those times I
tried fixin' you up, Dan?  And you didn't..."

   I laughed.  "And you DID try, Jan.  And so did some of them."

   "Oh, I know," she laughed.  "Women talk.  I know all about it.  But then
Nina comes along..."

   "Yes, she did," I said.  "I wasn't looking, Jan.  Really.  I was more
surprised than anything else."

   "Well, I ain't the only one who says you look happier since you're
married." She smiled.  "So, you know, good for you.  And Nina.  She's a
doll."

   "Thank you, lady.  So are you and Robert comin' over Saturday?" Yes, the
barbecue I'd promised was scheduled for Saturday.

   "Uh-huh.  We farmed out the kids to grandparents for the weekend. 
Robert figures that if we survive your barbecue we can have Sunday to
recuperate.  Want me to bring something?" she smiled.

   "Your 'tater salad?" Jannie's cooking was a frequent feature of our
impromptu office 'feeds'.

   "Done.  How many people?" she asked.

   "Uh ...  four couples from the office here, Nina's grandma and her
husband to be, my brother and his wife, me and Nina.  Fourteen?" I said.

   "Okay.  Big batch," she said.

   "Good!  I've got the meat covered.  Big brisket starts in the smoker,
ribs, sausage..."

   "No chicken?" Jannie questioned.

   "Nope.  Texas style barbecue.  Texans say barbecue has FOUR legs..."

   Jannie laughed.  "Yeah, you and that bunch of knuckleheads you work
with, and their barbecue..." An annual barbecue contest was a staple of our
company's social season.  I was a participant with the other guys from our
division.

   "The barbecue will be memorable, lady," I laughed.  "And if you want,
I'll toss a dead chicken on it for you..."

   "Yeah, that's nice," she laughed.  "And there'll be beer.  You know how
that works..."

   We both laughed.  I walked down the hall to my office, sat at my desk
and fired up the computer.  While it was booting, I looked at the smiling
picture, now framed on my desk.  I closed my eyes and replayed the kiss I'd
gotten before walking out the door this morning, then went about my day's
work, a mess of email, a couple of reports to review, the obligatory staff
meeting, almost on autopilot.

   That wasn't indicative of my lack of care, though.  Things were going
pretty good right now.  My big projects were in the hands of an engineering
company, and we were doing a good job on maintenance, staying ahead of
problems by a careful regiment of inspection and testing.  I didn't feel
bad about my mind wandering for a change.

   Home!  And Nina!  "Come on, sweetie," I said.  "We need to go to the
meat store." The 'meat store' was pretty close to an old-fashioned meat
market, with a couple of real butchers who took pride in their craft.  I
knew that if I needed something special, they'd be the ones to set me up.
The barbecue was coming in a couple of days and I needed something special.
A phone call at the beginning of the week made sure that they had it
waiting for me, and Nina and I walked out of the place with a couple of
properly trimmed beef briskets.

   Nina was giggling.  "I can't believe you're making this much of a
production out of this, Dan."

   "You need to understand, sweetie," I stated, "We've been goin' at one
another over barbecue since I hired on.  You've seen my smoker." The
smoker, safely stowed in a corner of the garage, was hand-fabricated,
microprocessor-controlled, electrically heated, and I could stick meat in
there and guarantee that the temperature in the box would track within two
degrees of the temperature I chose.  It was the subject of much mirth, but
I could turn out perfectly cooked, perfectly smoked meat.

   "Yeah, I know what you say, but still..." She laughed.

   "Laugh if you want, but wait'll Saturday.  See if it ain't the best
barbecue you've ever had..." I told her how we'd have to start the brisket
the evening before, low heat, smokey, all night.

   "You're gonna wake up every two hours to check on that?" she asked.

   "Oh,, no," I said.  "It's fully instrumented.  It's got a wireless
transmitter that'll hit a receiver by the bed if it needs tending."

   "Oh, come on ...  You're nuts." She smiled.  "And I just LOVE nuts..." I
got a kiss out of that.

   "Just remember, cutie, if it's worth doin', it's worth overdoin'...

   Girlish giggle.  "Just remember that after we get out of the shower,
baby!"

   "Oh, I'll remember, doll!" We pulled into the driveway.  "All we need to
do is put this meat in the fridge.  Where do you want to go for dinner?"

   "Italian?" she asked.

   "Excellent choice." I ran inside with the meat and returned to the car.
"Let's go!" Back on the road, as soon as my right hand was freed from
driving tasks, it was being held by her left hand.

   "And one week until summer with Sandy," I said.

   "You know, Dan, I know you're nervous about that, but don't be.  We'll
do just fine.  I mean, Sandy and I are talking twice a week now.  She calls
you and talks to you, and then she talks to me.  Honestly, I think I'm
looking forward to that whole 'big sister' thing.  You know I like kids
that age."

   "Uh-huh," I admitted.  "You get what, a dozen, dozen and a half every
day at the library?"

   Giggle.  "And some of them are, uh...  'unrestrained' is a kind choice
of words.'

   "Yes, sweetness, but you've got Sandy's daddy.  That's..."

   She interrupted.  "That's something that she and I have talked about at
length.  And she understands that adults have mates.  Her mom..."

   "Yeah, her mom walked right out of my house into her new hubby's," I
said.  Nina knew the story.  She'd asked me and pried out some manner of
detail.

   "Oh, don't think about that.  You're with somebody who loves you more
than anything else in the world, and we've got each other."

   "Okay, princess," I said.  I glanced away from the road to that pretty
face, framed by dark hair, blue eyes smiling.  For me.  I felt much better.
This was helped along by a great presentation of pasta alla putanesca for
me and a veal scallopini for Nina, and we split the customary tiramisu for
dessert.

   Walking out into the humid gulf Coast summer evening, she stopped in
front of me and I wrapped her in my arms from behind.  She tossed her head
back against my shoulder and I nuzzled her ear, eliciting a giggle. 
"What?!?!?" I asked.

   "Well, hon, if we're going to have the First Annual Dan 'n' Nina
Barbecue Blast Saturday, and we had Italian tonight, we better do a salad
something tomorrow.  And Sunday we'll take the kayaks to the river."

   "You're wise beyond your age, my dear," I said as I pushed her to the
car.  She had her door open as I opened mine, and we both entered at the
same time from opposite sides.  And met in the middle for a kiss.

   "Let's get home, love," she said.  "If it's worth doin', it's worth
overdoin'"

   We hurried home, straight in the door, and as soon as it locked behind
us, clothing started fluttering to the floor.  And we hit the shower in a
tangle of naked arms and legs and our arms tugging us together under
wonderfully hot water, enjoying the tactile symphonies of soapy skin and
excited partners.  Our ardor toned down a little as we shifted back to the
pre-bed routine, me shaving, her drying and brushing her hair to sassy
brown exuberance.

   THEN to bed.  I was pushed backward onto the mattress, my arms spreading
to receive an eager, laughing vision.  Her hands clasped the sides of my
face, her blue eyes inches from mine.

   "Darn you and your blue eyes, Dan," she sighed.

   "Darn me?  I thought I was being all adorable and things..."

   "Yeah, that too.  Sometimes I just NEED you..." Her lips brushed mine,
finding the angle she wanted and then she pressed mine with ardor.  Our
tongues met, dancing.  I slid my hands down from her shoulders, caressing
her waist, then feeling her hips, finally resting at the juncture between
her legs and her butt, tugging her against me.

   Giggle.  "I feel that," she said.  "You make me lust, Dan.  For YOU."

   "I love you, Nina.  You're still a dream to me." I kissed her, then
kissed her neck, causing her to wiggle delightfully.  She moved sideways
off me and her hand slid down my stomach to grasp my erection, giving it a
squeeze, then her fingers curled under my balls in a perfect motion.  She
slid her torso away from me as her head moved downward.  I let her suck me
for a moment then gently tugged, indicating that I wanted to taste her
delights.

   "Oh, yeah," she said.  "I love this..." she lost the capability for
coherent speech when my tongue slid between the moist lips of her youthful
pussy, savoring musky, juices.  We worked each other joyously for some
minutes until her hip motions took a rhythmic motion that I knew signaled
an approaching orgasm.  She gave my erection one more langorous suck then
pulled it out of her mouth and held it against her cheek as her breath came
in gasps and little mewing sounds, and then "Ohgogohgodogod ...  Dannnn ...
Nnnnnggghhhh!  Ahhhhh!" and then a collapse.

   I slowed my play, my tongue gently lapping her pinkened lips, gathering
juices for my own pleasure.

   Then she raised a leg to roll off me.  I reluctantly let her go.  She
turned in the bed, her face near mine again, then kisses.  And she was back
atop me, this time her hot, wet pussy searching for the head of my dick. 
It wasn't a long search at all, ending in me sliding into nirvana.  I
raised up to a sitting position, holding her in my lap, those long legs of
hers wrapping around me, us coupling with playful kisses.

   The smile on her face was angelic.  "I love you, Dan," she said, then
her hips moved.

   My turn to moan.  "Mmmmmmmmbaby..."

   She silenced me with her lips covering mine, her body moving against
mine, driving me towards orgasm.  When she pulled her lips from mine, her
eyes had changed from giggling to serious, and she was biting her bottom
lip, the corners of her mouth turning up ever so slightly, her 'I'm getting
ready to come' face.

   I could only add slight movements to hers as we mated, her hips pushing
down on my hardness insistently as I spurted deep inside her.  I held her
as her own orgasm surged and ebbed, her eyes squinched shut.  When her
eyelids fluttered, I kissed her on the nose.

   "You are so absolutely perfect, little one," I said.

   She took her arms from around me and gently pushed me back onto the bed,
then slid down between my legs, her mouth receiving my soppy, soft dick.

   "Oh, no, little girl.  I get to do you..."

   "Okay, lover," she said, turning around so we could enjoy a post-coital
sixty-nine.  Finishing for me was matter of her cleaning me.  Finishing,
for her, was recovering from a third orgasm.  And we were in each other's
arms, as it should be.

   She sighed.  "And all that and it's not even eight-thirty," she giggled.
"Living room?"

   "Sure!" I replied.  We got up and walked into the living room after
donning our sleeping clothes.

   "Your recliner," she said.  "And some music."

   I sat in my recliner, knowing that this was going to gain me an armful
of Nina.  "What's your pleasure tonight, little angel?" I asked.

   "How about that album with the trumpets.  What's that one we both like?
Haydn?" She shook her bangs sideways off her forehead.  "I need a trim,
sweetie," she said.

   "I don't mind them the way they are.  Your bangs drive me nutty." I
picked up the remote and started shuffling through the music selection. 
Found Haydn.  We listened together, her head resting on my shoulder as I
held her against me.

   I'd like to say that the rest of the evening was more cuddling and
loving, but part of it was unwrapping a couple of beef briskets and coating
them with my secret dry rub recipe, preparatory to the barbecue.  Then I
sealed them in vacuum bags and put them back in the fridge.  Now, when you
use your hands to apply something containing lots of pepper, you want to be
careful.  I knew I couldn't wash it off my hands completely, so I wore
rubber gloves.

   The cat watched me carefully through this whole procedure.  I rewarded
him with a bit of lean beef, sans red pepper, for his help.  That took care
of the cat.  Nina was amused by the whole thing.  I peeled off the gloves,
carefully washed my hands anyway, and kissed her nose.

   "Now it's bedtime, baby..." she smiled.  I followed her into the bedroom
and we crawled into the bed together falling asleep to soft music and
gentle fondling.

   And Friday morning.  We sat at the table for breakfast and coffee
together and I left for work.  Leaving her instructions to put the beef on
the counter before she left, and "Oh, by the way, close the kitchen door so
Sam doesn't help himself to tomorrow's menu." And out the door I went.

   Part of the day was verifying the expected participation from my
co-workers.  The rest of day was nothing earthshattering.  I was kicked
back in my office, drinking a soda and eating a sandwich with one of the
other engineers when the phone rang.

   "Hey, baby," I said.

   "Hi, guy," Nina chirped.  "You having lunch?"

   "Yep!  Just me an' Harvey," I answered.

   "Tell Harvey I said 'hi'," she said.  The head librarian and I are
having salads at The Treehouse."

   I knew 'The Treehouse', one of those almost too cute little bistro
restaurant things that actually had good food, but if you went there at
lunch, you'd look out of place wearing steel-toe shoes and khaki pants. 
Place was downtown, crawling with lawyers and government workers, most
days.

   "Harvey, Nina says 'hi'.  They're eating at The Treehouse," I said.

   Harvey laughed.  "Tell'er to avoid the tofu..."

   "I heard that," Nina giggled.  "Just wanted to see how your day's going.
Love you, babe!"

   "Love you too, doll, bye!"

   Harvey grinned.  "Ain't that sweeeeet!"

   "I think so, bud," I said.  "And I like it!  She's a whole lot better
company than Sam the yellow cat."

   "I won't touch the obvious comment, Dan," he said.

   I grinned.  "That's admirable self-restraint," I said.

   Friday afternoons are noted for avoiding any activity that might run
over into the weekend, and this one was no different.  The four o'clock
whistle blew and I and my co-workers gathered in the lunchroom for our
daily post-whistle chat.

   "Okay, I'm doing two trimmed briskets," I said.  "Harv, you're bringing
ribs, and uh ...  Dave, you're bringing sausage.  And Steve is bringing
baked beans and garlic bread and Jannie's got tater salad covered."

   "Beer," Harv said.

   I got a heavy stock of Shiner and Sam Adams.  If one of you pervs wants
that 'lie' crap, bring your own..." that comment got general chuckles.

   Dave patted his ample gut.  "what about my diet?" he laughed.

   "I don't wanna hear it, Bub," I retorted.  "All diets are suspended on
arrival." We dissolved into small talk and filed out the door.

   The short ride home was occupied by mentally running down the list of
things to do.  I pulled into the driveway alongside Nina's little car and
walked inside.  She was on the sofa, her Kindle in her hand.

   "Hey, baby," she said, standing.  She laid the Kindle down and met me
with open arms to greet me with kisses.

   "How were your kiddies today?" I asked.

   "Oh, pretty much the same.  There are a couple that really need some
intervention.  I mean, there's this one little girl, if you look up 'brat'
in the dictionary, her picture's there."

   I laughed.

   "Don't laugh," she said.  "Working with some of those kids makes a good
case for celibacy."

   "You know, you don't HAVE to do it," I said.

   "Yeah, but I volunteered, and the librarians really appreciate me, and
there's this one little blonde girl that's sooooo cute and sweet and she
smiles for me."

   "Then you've found your reward, cutie.  So, you had salad today for
lunch.  I thought we were supposed to do salad for dinner."

   She giggled.  "Yeah, I thought about that when Dana mentioned The
Treehouse for lunch.  But they're GOOD salads, and I kinda think we ought
to go there for dinner.  I can recommend something for you..."

   "If you're up to it.  Lemme change shoes." I was wearing my safety
shoes, and while they didn't LOOK like safety shoes, I thought my feet
needed a break.  I changed shoes.

   "One more thing, dearest," I said.  "I need to put the smoker on the
patio and plug it in so it can come up to temperature."

   "Okay," she said.

   That task took five minutes and then we were headed to an early dinner
consisting in a couple of delightful interpretations of salad, mine topped
with spicy lump crab meat, hers with grilled shrimp, and then we headed
home, stopping on the way to pick up some necessities at the grocery store.

   Back at the house we busied ourselves prepping for the Saturday event.
Nina put finishing touches on a house we kept inordinately neat, supervised
by Sam the cat from his perch on the back of the sofa.  I unloaded another
couple of six-packs of bottled beer into the recreational cooler on the
patio, arranged my estimated requirement of hickory wood (chips in a
bucket) for the smoker, pulled out my supply of folding chairs ("Bring your
own chairs, guys," I'd told everybody.) and arranged them.

   I looked at the readout for the smoker, the digits showing exactly the
temperature I had set.  I opened the door and left it open, listening for
the digital control to sense the temperature drop and to turn on the
electric heating element.  I heard the click, punched a couple of buttons
and was rewarded with a readout of the amount of electric current being
consumed.  That was the box temperature.  A couple more keystrokes and I
watched the reading for the smoke pot temperature climb to my optimum
range. Guys laughed at my smoker, but I turned out some good 'cue.

   I walked back into the house just in time to hear the vacuum cleaner
shut down.

   Nina brushed a strand of hair away from her cheek.  "There!" she
announced.  "Ready for our guests." She smiled.  "So you put the meat in
that ...  that THING at eight, right?"

   "Uh-huh.  And the first load of wood.  Then I need to check on it in an
hour to make sure it's tracking right, and that's it until tomorrow
morning. If something goes wonky, it'll give me an alarm on this little
thingie."

   "That's neat," she allowed, "now, you wanna shower now, or after you put
the meat on?"

   "Let's wait'll we get the meat in there," I said.  "We can watch TV,
play cards, whatever..."

   "Okay," Nina said.  The card playing went okay.  We didn't find anything
worth the time on TV, so we hit the stereo instead, watching the clock as
she beat me a successive hands of rummy, giggling and laughing as we played
and talked.

   Mercifully eight o'clock saved me from a complete rout.  I retrieved the
two briskets from their vacuum packages and put them on a tray, carried
them out to the smoker and slid them inside, depositing a couple of cups of
hickory chips into the smoke unit, then closed the door and checked the
indications.

   Back inside, Nina took me by the hand.  "Shower now?"

   "Shower, I guess.  With a friend.  Saves water.  Ecologically
responsible and all that." Her eyes twinkled.

   "And you're telling this to a guy who just started a couple chunks of
dead cow over a smoky fire?  But 'shower with a friend'?  I guess that's a
good place to start..."

   Long, playful shower.  Wet, nubile female form, tittering with glee as
we washed each other, kissing, fondling, enjoying the hot spray on our
bodies.  Once out, she was drying her hair while I shaved.  I finished
shaving in time to brush her to dark brown, shining perfection.

   "Go check the smoker, hon," she said.  "and then we can play around..."

   The smoker was doing fine.

   I took off the pants that I'd donned for the quick trip outside, and in
doing so, my nakedness was then equal to hers.  The fact that she was on
her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, grinning led me to think that
my ardor was equal to hers, too.

   We playfully attacked each other.  She knew what made me happy and I
knew her as well, and that's what our couplings were about: mutual
happiness.  After a couple of minutes of playful biting and nipping, she
had me on my back, pressed up beside me, her leg thrown over mine.  Those
sky-blue eyes, dimples punctuating that grin, I couldn't resist placing
hands on the sides of her face and tugging her down to kiss me.

   "You're some kind of beautiful, Nina love," I said.  "I get lost in
those eyes."

   "You're not the only one, baby," she cooed as our lips parted.  "I think
your eyes were the first thing I noticed about you..."

   I stroked her hair and kissed her again.  I felt the wiggle of her pubic
mound against my thigh.  Her fingers wrapped around my hardness.

   "Beauty," I said, "You drive me crazy."

   "Why?  Because I discovered that YOU make ME complete.  Like this?" and
she pulled herself astraddle me.  Smiling down at me.  "I keep finding my
happiness and YOU'RE the key."

   I looked over twin, rounded mounds of her breasts, nipples erect, goals
for my hands.  "You're just perfect, little one," I said.

   "Nuh-uh.  Almost perfect." She rose up slightly, my dick popped up and
was captured in a tight opening, then enveloped in hot wet ecstasy.  "Now
it's perfect!"

   It was.  I curled up to sitting with her in my arms.  She arranged
herself, wrapping her legs around me, mating us completely together when
our mouths met and fastened.  One of her arms clasped me against her,
aiding my own wrapping around her.  Her free hand stroked my head and face.

   "I love you, Dan.  Completely!"

   "I love you, Nina ...  you make me whole." I was totally taken.  Who
could've told me that in a mere matter of weeks I would be so head over
heels in love, and that it would be returned so wonderfully.

   I struggled to hold back my orgasm despite the surges I kept feeling,
letting Nina work herself against me until she sucked her bottom lip into
her mouth.

   "Oh, Dan ...  push me.  Hard!"

   I knew that she was close.  That was a good thing, because I knew that
one or two hard pushes would be all I could manage before I exploded.

   "Push!" she demanded.  I did.  Once.  Twice.  "Gaahhhh!  Yessssss!"

   I couldn't talk.  Too much of my brain was employed in handling the
sensations brought upon me by mating with Nina.  Her face buried into my
neck.  She took a deep breath.

   "Lay back, baby," she said.

   I kept her in my arms as I fell back onto the bed.  We uncoupled with a
soft plop.

   "Don't move, sweetie," she said.  "Just hold me..."



   ------

   Chapter 9

   We awoke on the morning of the First Annual Dan 'n' Nina Barbecue Blast.
I dressed immediately and went out to check on the smoker.  Temperature was
exactly as I'd set.  The same technology that monitors huge furnaces was
monitoring my little box smoker, cooking meat.  I opened the door, couldn't
resist an exploratory poke with a finger, and grabbed the chip tray.  I
dumped the expended wood chips and replaced them with new ones and returned
it to its position.  I noted the controller sensing the low temperature of
the chip tray and kicking in the heat to generator smoke.

   I walked back into the house and Nina was setting a bowl of cereal on
the table for each of us.  "Coffee's on, dearest!" she said.  "How's the
meat doing?"

   I gave her an exaggerated leer.

   She retorted with feigned outrage.  "Uh!  Don't be coarse!"

   "You started it!  But since I think I know what you really mean, those
briskets are doing just fine!  They're right on schedule.  And I just put
Jannie's chicken on."

   Nina giggled.  "Special treatment?"

   "You bet," I said.  "Jannie can make life miserable at work!"

   We ate our breakfast, sat out on the patio together, drinking coffee,
then I made another pass with a broom over the patio and did a police call
of the yard, watched carefully by Sam through the glass door.

   Nina and I set up folding tables to augment the patio table, and spread
plastic table covers and that was pretty much the sum of what we needed to
do, except wait.

   Wait?!?!?  With Nina?  Eighteen and eager?  Oh, well, another shower
before noon wasn't going to kill us...

   Noon!  Set out the bowls of crunchy snacks.  Haul out a couple of trash
cans to catch debris.  Invite the curious neighbor and his wife.  Make
excuses and plan something for the kids when Sandy gets here.

   Somebody had to be the first to arrive.  That was Harvey and his wife.
Harvey was pushing sixty, and had almost forty years with his wife and they
fit together, he being grey, balding and overweight, and his wife being
grey and plump and smiling Harvey introduced Nina to his wife Becky.  I
already knew her from previous socials, so I just shook her hand.

   "Well, Dan, you've done very well.  Married up, I see!" She smiled at
Nina.  "Harvey, go get your ribs.  Nina, I hope you're carnivorous.  These
guys DO like their barbecues."

   I accompanied Harvey to retrieve a big foil-covered tray.  Ribs!  I'd
never admit it in a group, but Harvey was the preparer of some fine ribs.
He was a beneficiary of my temperature controller design on his own smoker.

   The ribs went on a table, covered to keep their heat.  A few minutes
later, Dave and his wife Sherry, and then a steady stream, until the
complement was on board.  We started uncovering food and the feed was on.
And good.

   Conversation flowed well, lubricated just a teensy bit by the beer that
went missing at a wedding reception in a Baptist church's social hall.  The
summer heat wasn't too cloying and with this bunch, well, I knew everybody,
but that didn't matter.  There were no strangers.  Engineers being shy and
introspective?  Do a barbecue and add beer.  Those from outside the work
crew, my neighbors and Nina's grandmother and her (announced, now)
fiancĂ(C)e, they were dragged into the mix and enjoyed themselves

   The neighbors were the first to leave, amply supplied with plates to
feed their kids.  The rest of the gang hung around, nibbling, sipping and
talking and Dave dragged his guitar out and we played and sang a few songs,
talent enhanced and sensitivies dulled, no doubt, by ethanol.  Late in the
evening we shook hands with the last of the work bunch, leaving us with
Nina's grandma and her guy Ed.  It was nice having help securing the place.

   I was proud to see NOTHING left of my two briskets.  Okay, to be honest,
there wasn't any meat left.  We had a trashcan full of empty beer bottles.
No fights.  No injuries.  I count that as a success.  Next party, though,
we're gonna work on the music.  Dancing with Nina to the dulcet tones of
Dave's guitar left a bit to be desired.  Not Nina.  Dave.  Like his
barbecue, Dave's music was a whole lot of enthusiasm to make up for what
small shortage of skill that existed.  Still, there wasn't any of Dave's
sausage left, either.

   After the cursory clean-up, we retired to the living room and spent a
while doing the small talk thing.  One of the first topics was Helen's. 
"Dan, ya'll are getting your daughter this weekend, right?"

   Nina took that one.  "Yes, ma'am.  I'm looking forward to it.  You know
we talk a couple of times a week now."

   "I know," Helen said.  "Just step lightly, honey.  Little girls and
their daddies, you know, and divorces.  You never know how that is going to
play out."

   Nina patted my knee.  "Me an' Dan will be just fine, Grandma.  Really.
And Sandy will fit right in with us.  It'll be interesting.  And fun!"

   Ed smiled.  "Well, then that means the THREE of you will be at our
wedding.  We're getting married in a month."

   Squeal!  Nina was kissing her grandmother and I was shaking Ed's hand.
We checked the date against our calendar on Nina's cellphone and made sure
that we'd be set up for attending.  I wasn't going to miss that wedding.

   "Nina," I said.  "We need to make sure that Sandy has a dress for the
wedding!  We need to tell her mom."

   Nina smiled.  "Or me an' Grandma can take 'er to the mall and buy one!"

   I grinned.  "That might just be a better idea!"

   Ed chuckled.  "Like you need to give women a reason to shop!"

   We laughed at that, but truthfully, Nina and I seldom went shopping.  It
usually happened when she or I determined a need.  For purely recreational
purposes, we had a wide spectrum of activities we choose from.

   One of them was apparently advanced cat petting as Sam ambled into the
living room and hopped up between me and Nina.  Her strokes started him
purring.

   That changed the conversation to pets and cats versus dogs, and then ten
o'clock was here and Helen and Ed left.  We stood outside the door until
their tail-lights disappeared around the corner.

   Once back inside, Nina locked the door behind her and backed against it.
I trapped her there for a kiss, a kiss that was returned with a sigh.

   "Okay, babe," she said.  "The First Annual Dan 'n' Nina Barbecue Blast.
Success?"

   I kissed her perfect nose.  "Success.  Maybe next year, more music
though."

   Giggle.  "You surprised me when you pulled me out there to dance,
honey!" She smiled.

   "No quite as surprised as I was that you danced so well," I countered.

   She pushed her face against my chest and bit me lightly.  "Thank Grandma
for that.  She said that a young lady would be well served, her words, if
she could waltz."

   "Remind me to thank your grandma again, my sweetness," I said.

   "Honey," she retorted, "I love you to pieces, but YOU smell like smoked
meat and sweat.  I need to put your butt in the shower." And she smiled
sweetly.  "And just on the outside chance that you may need help, I will
join you." And she tiptoed to kiss me on MY nose.  Bedtime was particularly
satisfying afterward.

   Sunday morning after breakfast we finished up the post-party cleanup
then loaded up the kayaks and drove to a favorite stream for a bit of
recreational exercise.  One of the exercises involved pulling two kayaks up
on the bank while the occupants disappeared into the woods.  And came back
out smiling and adjusting their swimsuits.

   The exercise did us good, and a light dinner went a little way toward
balancing caloric intake from the big pig-out the day before.

   And then it was Monday.  Amid good-natured ribbing (about barbecue! 
Hah!) we talked about the party.

   Dave said, "You know, I must be getting' old.  I got home before sunrise
Sunday and I remember everything I did."

   "Yeah," I said.  "We're all responsible and everything."

   "Says the guy who married an eighteen year old..." he laughed.

   I leaned back in my chair, laced my fingers behind my head, and smiled.
"Yep!  VERY respectable."

   Harvey laughed.  "Dan, Dan, Dan ...  You gotta quit smiling like
that..."

   We floated through the week, facing Saturday plans to drive two hundred
miles to meet the ex-wife halfway and retrieve Sandy for her summer stay
with me.  I came in from work on Wednesday to find Nina in Sandy's room,
cleaning, dusting, setting things right.  A bowl of potpourri was on the
dresser.  I noted it, and she giggled.

   "Just makin' an effort, sweetie," she smiled.  "I really want this to
work for us.  But Sandy's almost eleven.  Some of this stuff is just a
little too, uh, LITTLE girly, I think."

   I stroked my chin.  "Maybe so.  I'm mostly clueless about what little
girls want.  Last summer was almost a disaster.  I took two weeks' vacation
and basically did everything she could think of."

   "We'll do better this time, guy," she said.  "I think I can make things
easier for all of us."

   "I hope so, sweetie," I said.

   Friday we made sure that we did the grocery shopping, adding a few
snacks and items that I remembered as Sandy's preferences.

   Saturday morning we were on the road early, having arranged a rendezvous
for one o'clock at a MacDonalds just off the interstate, a little on her
side of halfway.  I knew the drill.  I'd done it before several times in
the past four years.  I hated the procedure, especially the return trip. 
Equally hurting too was the fact that I could look at Sandy and see so much
of the ex in her.  It took everything sometimes to convince myself that
Sandy was just the happy outcome of an unsuccessful phase of my life.

   Nina and I'd had the discussion at length.  Nina is my love, my soul,
and I wanted her to know everything in my life.  That included the triumphs
and tragedies, including my failed marriage, having that discussion with a
head of dark brown hair laying on my shoulder, arms wrapped around me. 
Catharsis comes in many forms and I had to find it with Nina.  It wasn't
easy, but with Nina, I couldn't imagine it being any easier.

   So on this summer Saturday morning, we were tooling down the road
listening to Haydn concertos and talking.  Two hundred miles passed easily
as time always seems to do with me and Nina on the road.  Ever the
pessimist, I made sure we had plenty of room for traffic problems, so we
were at the location with plenty of time to spare.  We ate up the excess by
taking a little loop through the countryside.

   We were in the parking lot ten minutes before the appointed time. 
Jennifer and her husband showed up in a Cadillac.  That was always the
case. He was, at his best, a used car dealer, and every time they showed
up, he was in what he thought was the part of his inventory most likely to
impress.  The dealer plates gave it away.  Sandy was waving happily as they
passed us in the parking lot.

   Nina and I got out of our car.

   "Daddydaddydaddy!" A squeal and a leap and I gathered two arms full of
ten year old energy in a t-shirt and shorts.

   "I MISS you!" Sandy said, kissing me on the cheek.

   "I miss you too, punkin'," I said.  "I think you're growing too fast!"

   "Not too fast, Daddy!" Her eyes shifted.  "Are you Nina?"

   Nina smiled.  "Hi, Sandy!" I think that Nina was uncharacteristically
nervous.

   Sandy fixed that.  Another squeal and a bounce and she was wrapped
around Nina like a long-lost friend.  "You're pretty!"

   I looked past that scene, one that was producing happiness, to see my
ex-wife Jennifer and her husband Harry.  Harry had two suitcases and
Jennifer had a cardboard box, headed our way.

   "Hi, Jenn, Harry," I said.  I opened the hatch on my SUV to accept
Sandy's baggage.  When Harry freed his hands, I extended mine to shake.  I
always thought he was a smarmy bastard, as evidenced by his handshake, like
he'd gone to "shake hands like a REAL man" class, and needed remedial
training.

   "Hey, bud," Harry said, putting on his "Have I got a deal for you"
smile.

   "Anything else she needs to bring?" I asked.  I didn't like the bastard
when he was in high school with me and Jennifer, and I wasn't going to
start now.  Civil.  That's all, the best I could work up.

   Jenn said, "No, that's about it, Dan.  She's been excited for a week
now. I hope you and Nina live up to her expectations."

   By this time Nina was at my side, Sandy next to her.  Nina was half a
head taller than Jennifer, and in the last year or two, Jennifer had taken
on a decided bell shape.  This trip her hair was mostly blonde, teased, and
nailed into place solidly.  I'm glad I didn't have to deal with that.  I
rebelled against hairspray while we were married, and I guess ol' Harry was
impervious to it.  When she turned her head, her hair didn't move.

   I introduced Nina formally.  "Jennifer, this is my wife, Nina.  Nina,
this is Jennifer, Sandy's mom."

   "Hello, Mizz Jennifer," Nina said.  "Sandy's dressed really cute!" If
you can't say something nice, don't say anything.  Jennifer wasn't smiling.

   "Hello, Nina," Jennifer said.  "My friends' description didn't do you
justice.  Dan, she's quite striking."

   "Thank you, Mizz Jennifer," Nina said.

   "Oh, Nina, please drop the 'Mizz" thing." Her face finally broke the
beginnings of the smile that I once found so charming.  "Sandy's been going
on about you.  She likes talking to you."

   Nina looked down at Sandy, who was grinning.  "Thank you, Sandy.  I
enjoy talking to you, too.  I never had a little sister, you know..."

   "Come on, gang," I said.  "We have four hours of driving to do." I
turned back to Jenn and Harry.  "We're going to be at the beach starting
Monday, for a week." I noticed Sandy tugging Nina closer to me.  She
succeeded.  We made one of those modern 'blended' family units.  "Sandy'll
call you often.  Or you can call her."

   Harry spoke up.  "You folks have a good time."

   Sandy made a quick bolt to give her mom a kiss.  "'Bye, Mom!  Love ya!"
She gave Harry a cursory hug, and bounce-skipped back to between me and
Nina.  And waved.

   We mounted up.  Nina was starting to get in the back seat and Sandy
stopped her.  "Nuh-uh, Nina!  You're Daddy's wife.  You're s'posed ta sit
by 'im."

   Nina smiled.  "You sure, sweetie?  I can ride in the back seat so you
can sit by your dad."

   "Nope.  That's okay!" A whole five feet of ten-year old blonde girlchild
got in the back seat and buckled herself in.  We pulled out of the parking
lot and onto the road home.  Once on the highway, I allowed Sandy to
unbuckle her seatbelt so she could hover between Nina and me.  Sandy's blue
eyes were mine, as was the blondish hair.  And listening to her talk, I
wanted to take credit for the intelligence, too.  She and Nina chatted
along.

   "Does Dad still listen to the GOOD music, Nina?"

   "You mean like this?" Nina punched the power button on the stereo and
restarted the Haydn concerto CD.

   "Uh-huh!  Mom calls that 'your dad's music' but I like it.  I've been
trying to get Mom to let me take piano lessons, but she wants me to do
softball instead."

   "I wish I'd taken a musical instrument," Nina answered.  "It just never
got off the ground when I was living with my Mom.  And when I moved in with
Grandma, I was almost sixteen, and I thought I was too old to start."

   "That's why I want to start now.  I got this friend at school an' she's
been doin' it since she was eight." Sandy was smiling.  She leaned over a
bit further and kissed me on the shoulder.  "I've been waitin' for this for
so long, Dad.  An' since you married Nina..." her hand stroked Nina's
short, dark pageboy.  "I like your hair, Nina.  Dad, can I get mine cut
like Nina's?"

   'Oh, here we go, ' I thought.  I wasn't going to make move like that
without her mom's approval.  "Baby," I said to Sandy, "You'll have to ask
your mom."

   "'Kay," Sandy said matter of factly.  "Can I use your phone?"

   "Okay," I answered, passing her my cellphone.  "But if she says no,
don't start fussing."

   "I won't," Sandy smiled.  She sat back in the seat and dialed.  I looked
at Nina, who was smiling.  She winked at me.

   "Hi, Mom!" Sandy said.  "I wanna get my hair cut for the summer!" Pause.
"Like Nina's." Pause.  "Nooooo, Mommmm.  It's MY idea!  Nobody said
nothin'!" Pause.  "Just a second..." My trepidation was validated when she
passed me the phone.

   "Hi, Jenn," I said.

   "So it starts already, huh, Dan!" Jenn was that way about Sandy because
she could get away with jerking my chain.  It was one of her small
'control' pleasures.

   I sighed audibly.  "Jenn, nothing's starting.  Sandy said she liked
Nina's short haircut and wanted to get hers cut like that.  I told her that
she needed your permission.  You know how I feel about that." She knew
exactly how I felt.  Jenn was one of those moms who wanted their daughters
to be little extensions of their doll-play years.  I wanted my little girl
to be able to play and live without the tedium of caring for masses of long
hair messed up by swinging upside down from a swing set or a tree branch.

   "Her hair's just getting long enough so I can do things with it, Dan."

   "And I'm going to take a ten year old girl to the beach, in salt water
and sailing and kayaking and she's not going to have time to work on long
hair.  It makes sense to me to cut it.  And SHE asked.  I think we oughtta
do it."

   Jenn's breath was a hiss.  I could picture the face.  "Okay, Dan.  She's
with you, and I'm not going to fight with you about it."

   "So that's a yes, then?" I asked.

   "Yes.  Let me talk to her."

   "Okay, Jenn.  Thanks." I passed the phone back to my daughter.

   "Thanks, Mom!" Sandy squealed.  "Yeah, I know ...  but Nina's hair is so
NEAT!  It's soft an' pretty!"

   I was adding "and doesn't look like Satan's Brillo pad" but I kept my
thoughts to myself.  I glanced at Nina.  She was smiling through a little
bit of 'smug'.

   "Okay, Mom!  Love ya!  Bye!" and Sandy handed me back my phone.

   My daughter was grinning.  "So can we get me cut today?  Before we go to
the beach?"

   "We can see if they can take you at where I go at the mall, Sandy!  I'm
sure we can!"

   Squeal!  "The mall?  That's great!"

   I resigned myself to the mall.  Solved one problem, though.  Dinner at
the Food Court.

   "Then we'll hit the mall when we get back to town," I said.  "Sandy,
your mom wasn't jumping for joy, though..."

   "I know," Sandy said.  "She's always wanting me to do stuff to my hair,
and I want it to be pretty and all that, but she makes such a production.
And I hate hairspray."

   She touched Nina's hair again.  Nina smiled.  "Your dad says he likes my
hair just like it is, Sandy."

   So there was step one on a journey that I didn't even recognize as a
journey yet.

   The rest of the trip home was all about kayaking and sailing and
bicycling and music and I remember what it was like talking with a
precocious ten year old with a quick mind, but I had recent practice with
an intelligent eighteen year old, and it was some amount of preparation. 
Besides, Sandy was just as happy talking to Nina as she was to me.  This
was shaping up nicely.

   We pulled into the mall parking lot at dusk on a summer Saturday.  I
expected to find the place packed, and I wasn't disappointed.  We were
pleasantly surprised that the hair salon was able to work Sandy in as a
walk-in as soon as we arrived.  Half an hour later we were seated at a
table in the food court, each with our own idea of a meal, and Sandy was a
blonde, abbreviated image of Nina, bangs and all.

   "Dad, what'd'ya think?" Sandy shook her head.

   "Perfect, little girl," I said.  "Nina?"

   Nina shook her own head and smiled.  "See, Sandy?  It just goes back
where it's supposed to go!"

   "I like it," Sandy said.  She and Nina stuffed down a pair of hamburgers
and I did a dose of mediocre Chinese: meat of indeterminate origin in brown
sauce.  We went to the car and went home.

   Nina and Sandy unloaded the suitcases and between the two of them they
did an inventory while I took care of some laundry.  I was just coming up
the hall when they popped out of Sandy's room.

   "Dad, Nina and I think we need a few things for our trip." Sandy's grin
was reinforced when she turned to Nina and Nina was nodding.

   Nina said, "She needs another bathing suit.  This one is okay, but it's
getting small.  And another couple of shorts and shirt outfits.  And
another pair of shoes.  And some flip-flops for the beach.  We can go get
all that tomorrow."

   The junior set of blue eyes asked, "Dad!  Cook us something tomorrow.  I
miss your cooking.  Really."

   "What do you have in mind, sweetie?" I asked.

   "Oh, some of that stuff like YOUR mom used to cook.  You know."

   "Gotcha, punkin," I said.  "Nina, you think you and Sandy can do the
mall tomorrow while I cook?"

   "Not a problem," Nina said.

   Shower time.  I wasn't going to shower with Nina tonight.  I mean, we
were going to do that.  After all, we were married, but this was Sandy's
first night in the house in months, and I just thought that either Nina or
I ought to be there with her.  Sandy was the first in the shower, then
Nina, and Nina took care of drying Sandy's hair along with her own.  Then
it was my turn.

   When I came out of the bathroom, the two of them were sitting
cross-legged in the middle of the living room floor playing cards.

   "Three-handed rummy, now, sweetie," Nina said.  And we did.  Had fun.  I
think they conspired against me, because I came in last.  And they were
giggling and exchanging glances the whole time.  We finished the game of
rummy and it was a little late to start another, so we all sat on the sofa
to see what was on TV.  I had my feet propped up and had my young, happy
wife on one side and my happy daughter on the other, and life was good.

   An hour of TV and we'd watched whales migrate and talked about why we
never saw whales in the Gulf of Mexico, but I promised we'd see a lot of
dolphins while we were out on the water in the upcoming week.

   Bedtime.  Nina and I tucked Sandy into her bed and each kissed her on
the cheek and then we retired to our own bed.

   Nina giggled and whispered, "This is the most clothes you've worn to bed
since you and I ...  you know, the first time..."

   "I know," I said, "and you ...  sexy in your panties and nightshirt..."
Our lips met.  "Mmmmmm," I moaned.  My hands slid underneath that silly
cotton nightshirt.

   "Mmmmmm, yourself, guy!" She rolled me onto my back and lay on top of
me. She crossed her arms and rested her chin on them.  "So, did we do okay
today, babe?"

   "Perfect, I think.  You and Sandy, you seem to connect pretty good." I
kissed her forehead.

   "She's a neat kid, Dan.  And she's more than half YOU."

   "More than half?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  I see YOU in her smile, the eyes, her attitude, her mannerisms."
Nina smiled at me.

   "Uh-huh.  And you ...  That whole, 'I want my hair like Nina's' thing. I
thought Jenn was going to go ballistic, but she backed off.  And Sandy just
seems to attach herself to you."

   "Yeah," Nina said.  "That was sweet.  Maybe she just wants a big sister
sort of thing..." I got another kiss as she slid up on me to put our faces
together.  "And we've talked.  About me and you being married."

   "Uh-huh, you told me about some of that." I said.

   "I told her that you and I became an 'us', and that you and her were
already an 'us', so now there's three of 'us'.  She said that made her
happy, thinking about her dad being happy."

   "Her dad is very happy, Nina.  Very." My hands explored and savored the
feel of her butt through her panties.

   "Pull 'em off," she whispered.  "I want you."

   "I want you, too," I said, sliding her panties down, feeling her kick
them off.  Her hands started sliding my shorts down.  I was erect.

   "We can be quiet, baby," she said, her lips landing on my face.

   "Why would we want to be quiet, sweetness?"

   Giggle.  "Don't want to wake your daughter.  Uh ...  OUR daughter." She
slid down, her head disappearing under the covers.  What happened next was
happily familiar yet never ceased to take my breath away.  She purred.  I
felt it like it registered on the Richter scale.

   That brown head popped back up, smiling and I kissed her like we were
exchanging souls.  Her back arched and I found myself entering her to the
sounds of her purrs punctuated by little giggles.

   "Just a little bit, baby," she whispered.  "I would like to be eaten, if
you don't mind." Giggle.

   "I would love to, sweetness," I groaned as her pelvis writhed, moving me
in and out of her.  She pulled away from me and twirled around to put us in
a sweet sixty-nine.  In a few delicious minutes I had her softly whimpering
through an orgasm.  When she recovered her composure, she treated me to
one, her sassy head bobbing in my lap, giggling as my muscles lost control.

   After I was drained, she cuddled into my side and we drifted into sleep
together.

   Her gentle kisses woke me the next morning.  My eyes focused to see her
face.  "Babe," she said, "We need to feed Sandy."

   We got up and got dressed and Nina gently pushed open Sandy's door.  My
little blonde child was laying half on her stomach, her butt pushed up at
an improbable angle.

   "Sandy," Nina said, just above a whisper.  "Let's go get breakfast."

   Sandy twisted and sat up, rubbing her eyes.  She saw Nina and me and
smiled.  "Oh, yeah.  I'm here!  Good morning!"

   I let Nina deal with Sandy's wardrobe selection and was rewarded with
seeing the two females I loved most in the world presenting themselves in
shorts and cotton blouses and athletic shoes.  No, the colors weren't
identical, but they definitely belonged together.  We loaded up in my SUV
and headed off to a little restaurant that I knew would do a good job on
our breakfast.

   "Whose car is that?" Sandy asked, looking at Nina's little Honda.

   "That's mine," Nina said.  "My grandma bought it for me when I lived
with her.  Before I met your dad."

   "Oh, that's neat!  It's really yours?  No dealer plates?" Sandy said. 
"Can we use it to go to the mall today?"

   "Sure," Nina said.

   We arrived at the little restaurant and I watched Sandy demolish a stack
of pancakes as I and Nina ate omelets and drank coffee.

   Returning to the house, I started packing for the upcoming week.  Nina
worked on her own preparation and we both pitched in to help Sandy.  I
spent a bit of time in the kitchen, too, but we did sandwiches for lunch.

   Nina sidled up to me in the kitchen.  "You don't mind us going shopping
without you, do you?"

   "Nope!  I think Sandy wants this to be just you two." I smiled.  "I
think that's wonderful!  Get what she needs."

   Nina smiled.

   "And if you see something you like for yourself, get that too." I
smiled. A month into marriage, Nina hadn't shown herself to be extravagant.
She had our credit cards now, but we worked on the household finances
together, too, and talked about how things worked when it was just me, and
how it ought to be with the new 'us'.

   Sandy walked into the kitchen, looking to see what I was doing.

   "Working on a special dinner for my special girl," I said.

   She tossed an arm around my waist and squeezed me.  "I like being
special to you, Dad!  Me an' Nina are going shopping." Her cool blue eyes
met mine.  She smiled.  "We're bonding."

   "What do you know about bonding, little girl?" I asked, laughing.

   "'S when you strengthen a relationship," she said.  "Right?"

   "Right," I admitted.

   "See!" she said.  "You don't want me bein' dumb.  And me an' Nina are
bonding." She swung her hip to bump Nina who was standing there amused by
the exchange.  "Right, Nina?"

   "You betcha, Sandy.  Let's go to the mall!"

   Squeal!  And off they went.

   By the time they got back, I'd already put two kayaks on top of our SUV,
one single and one two-holer, and I'd loaded up my own bags.  I was sitting
on the sofa watching TV in between visits to the kitchen to tend the pots
when the door opened and the pair bounced in carrying a rainbow of plastic
bags.

   "Wait'll you see what we got, Dad!" Sandy chirped.

   Nina stopped long enough to bend over and kiss me.  "We didn't go
overboard, but wait'll you see HER idea!  We'll be back."

   "We're modeling, Dad," I heard from up the hall.

   Nina disappeared and in five minutes they both returned, looking like
bookends, matching shorts and t-shirts and shoes.

   "Oh, that's nice," I said.

   "My idea, Daddy," Sandy said.  "But Nina thought it was neat."

   "I did, baby.  And look!" she held up another matching T-shirt.  "We got
one for you, too."

   Sandy bounced up on my lap, hugging me.  So everybody can see we're a
family."

   "Yes we are, darlin'," I said.  Nina smiled, adding to the hug.  "Yes we
are."

   The pair showed off a few more outfits, including a couple of bathing
suits each, one conservative one-piece, one bikini.  I'd seen Nina in a
bikini on our kayaking forays.  It was a pleasant sight.  Seeing my ten
year old (Almost ELEVEN, Dad!) daughter in one...

   Apparently God designed dads with parts made to be torn off, because I
was torn.  Five feet tall, sassy blonde, blue-eyed, she was a cutie.  I
knew that I'd have to kill a few young men in the coming years.  No, no
breasts yet, and curves were strictly straight pre-teen variety, but the
foundation was there.

   I swallowed.  Nina caught the expression on my face.  "We'll be careful
where we wear these, Dan."

   "Uh-huh," I said.  "Wear 'em near where I have a gun."

   "Da-aadddd!" Sandy whined.  "Everybody wears these."

   "Yeah," Nina giggled.  "Everybody!"

   I sighed.  Such is the lot of the man who has daughters.

   Nina said, "We saw Mizz Jannie at the mall, too, babe!  We talked a
little bit.  She said Sandy has grown."

   "You have, punkin," I said.

   The fashion show completed, they packed their bags for the vacation.

   Dinner was a success, at least according to Sandy.  "Mom never cooks
like this any more," she said.

   I remembered Jennifer as being an adequate, if somewhat unadventurous
cook, but she was always ready to let me take over the kitchen.  Sandy told
us about fast food and boxed meals and quick prep foods that seemed to be
staples of life with her mom.  A day into my daughter's visit, I was
beginning to see a pattern developing.

   After dinner, Nina told Sandy, "Since your dad cooked, it's our job to
clean up."

   "'Kay," Sandy said, and the pair made short work of turning the kitchen
pristine while I got my shower out of the way.  Sandy was waiting at the
door when I walked out.

   "Mmmm, you smell good, Dad!" she smiled.  The door closed and I heard
the water running.

   "So everything's still going okay, babe?" I asked Nina.

   Nina's eyes laughed.  "She's a hoot, Dan.  I mean it.  I'm glad she's a
sweetie, because with that mind, she could be a holy terror."

   "Like somebody else I know," I laughed.

   Nina poked me in the ribs.  "Uh-huh," she giggled.  "I know a guy like
that!" She straddled me on the sofa and we lavished kisses on one another.

   "Plus," Nina stated, "I'm finding out stuff."

   "What kind of stuff?" I questioned.

   "Like, her mom and step-dad fight quite a bit.  She asked if you and I
ever fight.  I told her that we haven't yet, that we talk about things
instead of fighting."

   "Oh, yeah?" I said.  "Her mom was famous for getting crossways over
something and storing it for an opportune moment."

   Nina continued.  "And her mom has to go to the doctor a lot, too.  Sandy
doesn't know what she's going for."

   "Oh," I said.  "Jenn hasn't said anything to me.  I don't know how to
ask, either, without jeopardizing Sandy's confiding in you."

   We heard the shower stop.  Nina said, "My turn."



   ------

   Chapter 10

   I was sitting in my recliner when my daughter came bouncing back into
the living room.  She zeroed in on my lap.

   "I've been soooo looking forward to this, Dad," she said.

   "Me too, Sandy.  Nina, too."

   "I like 'er, Dad," she admitted.  "She talks to ME.  Like, she calls me
to talk to me, just like that." She sighed.  "An' it's kinda like she's a
grownup, but she's kinda not.  She's fun to talk to."

   "That's why I married her, baby," I admitted.  "She's very smart and
good."

   "Pretty, too," Sandy said.  "I like her smile."

   "Like your smile, little one.  You use your whole face."

   She batted her lush eyelashes, a guaranteed 'melt your daddy's heart'
move.  "I'm glad you married 'er, Dad.  I wanted you to be happy."

   "I am, Sandy.  And even happier with you here." I smiled.  "I love you,
little girl."

   "I love you too, Dad," she said, arms around my neck.  She released me
and sat back.  "So I guess since you're married, I won't be able to crawl
in your bed in the middle of the night if I get scared, huh?"

   "Do you still get scared, baby?" Nightmares used to wake her up crying.

   "No, but that doesn't mean that I wanna sleep by myself all night." She
sighed.  "But you're married, and a husband's s'posed to sleep with his
wife..."

   "A husband and wife are supposed to have private time together," I said.

   "I kinda know about that, Dad," she said matter of factly.  "But..."

   "But why don't we talk with Nina about this, okay?  She's my wife.  She
gets to help decide, right?" I smiled at her.

   "Yessir," she agreed.

   I heard the shower stop, a brief period of bumping around, then the hair
dryer started.  Normally I'd be in the bathroom starting my own shower now,
if indeed we hadn't showered together, a more likely occurrence, but I
decided to wait so Nina would be there with Sandy.  Not that I didn't trust
Sandy.  I just thought she'd be happier if one of us was with her.

   "So what's this about you wanting to take piano lessons, sweetie?" I
asked.

   "Dad, I want to make music, don'tcha think?" She gazed into my eyes.  "I
like our music.  I wanna be able to play some of it."

   "Baby, it takes years of lessons and practicing a lot, not just a lesson
a week, you know."

   Exasperated.  "I KNOW that, Dad.  I have a friend who takes lessons. 
For TWO years.  And she's starting to be able to play stuff I can
recognize." She got her serious look on.  "But Dad, I think I can do better
than her.  I tried on her piano.  And I just think I could do better."

   "So what's your mom say, sweetie?" I asked.

   "Mom an' Harry BOTH said we don't have enough money to do that right
now." She sighed.

   I filed that bit of information for further consideration as I heard the
hair dryer shut off in the bathroom.  Nina swept in, her nightshirt ending
just at mid-thigh.  I could see the traces of panties underneath it.  But
then I looked, okay?  Close.

   "You got it now, Dan," Nina chirped.

   Sandy got off my lap.  I stood and Nina kissed me, a quick little peck.

   "You don't get away that easy," I laughed, catching her waist with my
hand and stealing a longer kiss.

   "Go get your shower!" she said.  "We wanna get a game of cards in before
we go to bed.  We need to get up early in the morning!"

   "Yeah, Dad," Sandy added.

   I was done in twenty minutes.  I joined them in the living room.  They
were sitting cross-legged on the floor and Nina was shuffling cards,
smiling.

   I joined them on the floor as Nina started dealing cards.  "Sandy wanted
to know how I felt if she crawled in bed with us, Dan."

   I looked at first one, then the other, one dark brown, one blonde, one a
half a head taller, two sets of blue eyes.  "Yeah, she talked to me about
it.  I told her that you got to sleep with me."

   "Dad," Sandy said, "I told you that I understand about people bein'
married an' stuff, but I used to ...  When you were still with Mom..." She
glanced at Nina.  "I'm sorry ...  I didn't..."

   Nina smiled at Sandy.  "Sweetie, I know your dad was married.  I know
how you got here, you know..."

   Sandy said, "Uh-huh, but like, you know, when it's time to go to sleep
...  Last night I wanted to.  But we didn't talk about it, so I didn't."

   "Sandy, do you still sleep with your mom?"

   "No, Daddy..." she said.  I knew when she shifted from 'Dad' to 'Daddy'
I was being manipulated.  "But I don't get to see YOU very often..." Big
blue eyes.  "An' I miss you..."

   Nina said, "Dan, I don't think it'd hurt, once in a while, honey."

   "I guess not." I was beat.  And not just the conversation.  I lost the
card game, too.

   Sandy skipped off to the bathroom.

   "Babe," Nina smiled, "we'll have our time.  I don't want you to be
deprived, you know..."

   "Do I still get to see you smile?  Then I'm NOT deprived."

   Nina continued, "But she misses her daddy, and it's okay, babe!  Really!
We just have to wear clothes, okay?  Just go with it."

   I reached over and pulled her to kiss.  I heard footsteps.  Sandy. 
Caught us kissing.  And she was smiling.

   "Baby," I said to her, "If you want to sleep with us, it's okay.  But
not every night, all right?"

   Squeal!  Group hug.  "Dad!  I know you an' my Nina get time together,
'kay!  But I miss you!"

   "Okay, little princess.  I guess I get the middle, then.  Tonight." We
retired to the bedroom, me, Nina, Sandy and Sam the cat.  I got in the
middle.  Since we started sleeping together, Nina was always on my left, so
that sort of set things up.  I got the middle and Sandy crawled in on the
right side.  And Sam crawled in between my feet.  I'd tolerate him there
until I needed to roll over, and then he'd begrudge me a move before
re-anchoring himself.

   Nina reached to the bedside table and set the radio for an hour of
late-night classical music.  I got a chaste good night kiss from her, then
another little hug and kiss and "I love you, Dad," from Sandy.  And we went
to sleep.

   By this stage of the game, Nina and I had found a way to sleep together,
adapting to each other's movements without waking up too much.  We seemed
to exchange touches and caresses as we moved while we slept together.

   Adding Sandy to the bed, though ...  When I rolled in the direction of
Nina, I felt her butt push back against me and I wrapped her in my arms and
she reacted by purring.  I was cuddling my lover.

   When I rolled in the opposite direction though, it was a smaller form,
and I was a father again, protecting my offspring.  I think Sandy was doing
calisthenics all night, though, and the elbows and knees of a ten year old
girl are BONEY.

   In spite of that obstacle, we slept.  The alarm went off at six, we
filled Sam's food and water dispensers, hauled out the trash, loaded the
rest of the bags into the car, and off we went.

   First stop was the McDonalds drive-through, and then it was onto the
open road, looking at four hours of driving, good music on the car stereo,
two passengers who had the astonishing habit of READING, and I had to start
a conversation or two on the way.  An hour out from our destination, I
called the manager of our week's domicile and arranged to meet her upon our
arrival.

   Wasn't a 'beach house'.  Was a condo.  With a boat dock on the canal
behind the building.  And moored at the dock was a twenty-six foot
sailboat. And the beach was a short walk across the beach road from the
building.  And my two passengers were excited.  Nina and I'd talked about
what to expect, but she still acted almost as giddy as Sandy.

   The manager showed up, a lady a few years senior to me, hair somewhere
between blonde and platinum, unquestionably enhanced, and just little too
tan, but she was a businessperson and she smiled and took us through the
sign-offs and took my money while Sandy and Nina unloaded the car.

   "Are you familiar with the boat?" she asked.

   "Boats in general.  I have a certification for bare-hull in the
Caribbean," I said.  "Is there something fancy?"

   "Oh, no," she said.  "Little diesel inboard.  After that, it's just a
little sailboat.  The forty-four footer tied up in front of 'er is mine and
my husband's."

   "Nice," I said, peering out the balcony doors overlooking the canal.

   "You're welcome to come visit this evening.  We'll be there for drinks.
You can bring the girls along."

   "Okay," I said.  "The tall one is my wife.  The short one is my
daughter. From first wife."

   "Oooo-oohhh!" she said.  "Kinda young, huh?  Not meanin' to be nosey..."

   I ran my hand over my short hair.  "Yeah, I'm amazed sometimes myself.
She's some kind of dream, though."

   "Oh, I suppose.  Seriously, come visit us ...  Our granddaughter will be
there.  The youngster?  Ten?  Eleven?"

   "Almost eleven.  Just ask 'er," I laughed.  "We'll come visit," I said
as I was joined by Nina and Sandy.

   "Hi," Nina chirped.  "I'm Nina!  Dan's wife!  And this," she said,
putting her arm around Sandy, "is Sandy.  Dan's daughter.  My stepdaughter
and new best friend."

   Sandy's grin was trophy grade.

   "I'm Brenda Haslett.  My husband and I own this building.  And those
boats.  I just invited ya'll to come visit our boat this evening."

   Nina didn't miss a beat.  "Why, thank you so much!  We'd LOVE to..."

   Brenda left.

   "She seems nice, Dan.  Uh, lunch?"

   "Yeah, lunch, Dad!"

   Part of the load included the starter package of snacks and groceries
and we fixed sandwiches for lunch.

   Naturally, the next thing on the agenda was to change into beach attire,
slather on sunscreen, and head out the door to the beach.  We walked onto
the hot sand with me in the middle, holding hands with a five-foot blonde
Sandy and a five-seven dark brunette Nina, and headed straight for the cool
sand at the edge of the water.  We 'frolicked' in the surf, because that's
what you do with warm surf: frolic.

   Naturally, the appearance of two bikini-clad females attracted a stream
of feral males who had to get close enough to check out the scenery.  Okay,
when you got close, it was obvious that Sandy was a little girl.  Blonde,
laughing.  Promising, but still, "Dude!  She's TEN!"

   Nina, on the other hand ...  healthily tanned from our kayaking and
biking, activities which coincidentally toned her curves nicely.  She
wasn't one of those top-busting D-cup bikini babes, and her bikini was
conservative, but every time I saw her I thought she was a doll.  However,
the presence of a gold band on her finger, coupled with her hand in mine
and a sweet kiss in the Gulf sunlight announced to the predators that the
prey was off limits.

   Inwardly I was glad I'd maintained my own healthy lifestyle.  I wasn't
one of those 'chiseled muscle' types, but I had avoided the 'engineer
spread' and love handles successfully.  The three of us made a nice-looking
set.

   By late afternoon we'd had enough and headed back to the condo, taking
turns in the shower, rinsing the salt off our bodies.  That left us pushing
five PM and dinner, and naturally, beach town, that meant seafood, and then
we were back at the condo, walking down the dock alongside a brightly lit
boat.

   My ten year old daughter joined a couple of similarly aged kids, a boy
and a girl, playing in the lush green grass on the banks of the canal, and
Nina and I approached the boat.

   "Hi, ya'll, come on aboard," Brenda said.

   I held Nina's hand to assist her over the rail, and then followed her.

   Brenda said, "Ya'll introduce yourselves.  This is my husband, Jake!"

   "Hi, Jake, ' I said, "I'm Dan Gleason and this is my wife, Nina!"

   Jake stood and shook our hands.  "Brenda says ya'll are renting the
condo?"

   "Yessir," I said.  "Vacation, for a week.  Here from Louisiana."

   "Ah," he laughed, "then the heat's not a surprise, is it?"

   "Oh, no sir," Nina said.  "but this breeze is so nice."

   "Yeah," he said.  "it gets pleasant when the sun goes down."

   Brenda asked, "Would you like a glass of wine?"

   I looked at Nina.  "You?"

   "Why not?" she smiled.  "I'm eighteen.  And married."

   "Eighteen?" Brenda said, eyebrow raised.  "I thought you looked
young..."

   "We've been married a month.  It's a short, happy story." Her smile was
dazzling.

   "I'm sure it is, darlin'," Brenda said.  "So, you're goin' to college?"

   "In the fall," Nina said.  "Scholarship.  Electrical engineering."

   "Wow," Jake said.  "That's a step!"

   "Yeah," I said.  "She was number three in a graduating class of over
three hundred."

   Jake cut his eyes toward his wife.  "Your niece..."

   Brenda said, "Jake's upset about our niece, my sister's kid.  Sixteen.
Bright.  Pretty..."

   "Stupid!" Jake spat.  "Sophomore in high school.  And pregnant.  Hid it
from her mom and dad for four months ...  She was an honors student.  Was."

   "Jake, sometimes people recover from stuff like that."

   "Sorry," he said.  "Found out about it yesterday.  It disturbs me." His
shoulders heaved a sigh.  "Last year we took a dozen of 'em, her and her
friends, out for a sail.  I know what you're sayin, Dan.  It's not
necessarily the end of things, but that's not the way to bet."

   Nina said softly, "Mister Jake, I'm sorry to hear that, but it's tough
on kids these days.  They get fed so much stuff that messes with their
ideas of right and wrong and smart and stupid.  It's hard and some of them
make mistakes ...  I saw a lot of 'em."

   "I'm sorry, ya'll.  Didn't mean to get all serious." He took a deep
breath.  Brenda patted his shoulder.  "So, are you plannin' on takin' the
little boat out?"

   "Yeah, I was thinking of a little trip out and back, one day, you
know..."

   Thankfully the conversation relaxed into discussion of sailing and the
local waterfront and things that might interest the family.  Next thing I
knew, Sandy and a similarly sized brunette were hanging over the rail.

   "Gran'daddy, can we get a coke?" asked the little girl.

   "Our granddaughter, Shellie.  Actually, Michelle, but nobody calls her
that," Jake said.  "I suppose her little blonde friend is..."

   "My daughter, Sandy," I said.

   Brenda said, "Why don't you bring Sandy and show her the boat, baby?"

   Squeal!  And the thud of two pairs of ten year old feet on the deck.  We
heard Sandy's voice, "Wow!  That's neat!" as Shellie gave her the tour of
the unusual surroundings of a sailboat cabin.

   "Don't open those drinks down there!" Brenda admonished.

   "Yes, ma'am," came the reply, followed by two young girls exiting the
companionway.  Shellie said to Sandy, "This is my Gran'ma Brenda and my
Gran'pa Jake." To them she said, "This is Sandy."

   Sandy waved shyly.

   "Come on, Sandy!  Let's go up front!" Bounce!

   "Forward!" Jake said.  "You're on a boat, Shellie!  It's 'forward'!"

   "Lost cause, Jake," Brenda laughed.

   "I know, baby," he whined, "but she calls everything 'ropes' an'
stuff..."

   Nina rubbed salt in the wound.  She lifted the loose end of a loop of
line coiled neatly over a cleat.  "Like this rope?" She smiled.

   "Baby, what Jake is saying is that properly speaking, that's a line. 
There are no 'ropes' on a boat unless they're still coiled on a spool."

   "Oops!  Sorry!  I need to learn this stuff, then, I guess..."

   "Oh, I get nutty about it, Nina," Jake said.  "I sail, we sail a lot,
and it makes a lot of sense to say 'halyard' or 'mainsheet' or 'topping
lift' to another sailor, because he'll know exactly what you're talking
about.  But for a weekend..."

   I laughed, "Yeah, for a weekend, you can say, 'NO!  Not THAT rope!  The
OTHER rope!  The one with the green stripe!' when your crewperson is
standing within an arms' reach of six different things that look like
'rope' but do six different things.  And one of those functions is
important at the time."

   Brenda patted Nina's knee.  "And if you REALLY wanna get 'im going,
refer to something as a 'thingie' ...  He'll positively turn COLORS!"

   And then "Dad!  Dad!  Can Shellie come sailin' with us tomorrow?"

   I looked to Brenda and Jake.  "I don't mind," I said, "If you don't..."

   "We make her wear a life vest at all times when she's with us and she's
outside the cockpit."

   "Good rule," I said.  "We'll all do that," I said.  "Nina and Sandy have
never been on a sailboat, and I don't mind wearing one myself, especially
if I'm out of the cockpit underway."

   "Tell you what," Brenda said, "You take Shellie with ya'll tomorrow and
we'll return the favor if Sandy wants to go with us one day.  Give you an'
Nina a little day together..."

   Nina smiled demurely.

   "Uh-huh..." Jake grinned.

   We stayed out in the gulf breeze until well after dark, talking,
listening to the kids play, joined by a couple or three more kids of
similar age.  Sometime around ten I saw Sandy appear, looking a little bit
tired.

   I stood.  Nina said, "We have had a lovely evening with ya'll.  I think
Sandy's just about done in, though."

   Brenda asked, "What time are you folks leaving in the morning?"

   I said, "Oh, it's vacation.  I figure we'll be on the dock at eight."

   Jake said, "Shellie'll be there.  She's staying with us for the week."

   Sandy nodded enthusiastically.  "Yeah!  I got a friend!"

   I took Nina's hand.  "We're gonna go in.  We enjoyed it!  It's wonderful
meeting you both!" I saw Sandy and Shellie.  "And Shellie, too!"

   I herded my little family into the apartment, recommending quick showers
to rid ourselves of the perspiration that coated us despite the relatively
cool breezes of the evening.  I took advantage of that shower time to
shave. Nina made three cups of herbal tea for us before bedtime.  We sat in
the little living room sipping tea and talking about the day's adventures
and the next day's plans.

   Sandy slept in her own bed this night.  Nina and I engaged in a very
pleasant stress reduction exercise that had us very relaxed when we went to
sleep.

   The alarm went off at six-thirty.  Breakfast.  Prepare an ice chest with
a day's worth of drinks and a bag full of easy to eat snack and we were out
back at the dock, loading onto the sailboat.  I opened up the companionway
and started the little diesel engine to let it warm up, and just as I
expected, Miss Shellie showed up ten minutes early.

   We all boarded and I singled us up to a single looping breastline to the
dock, put the transmission in forward and we motored off.  Ten minutes
later I had Nina on the tiller as I raised sails.  We secured the engine
and headed out on a close reach, just a little bit further off the wind
than absolutely necessary, because I knew we wanted an easy sail out.  More
importantly, though, I wanted us on the best possible leg when we turned
around to come back in.

   We weren't a half mile offshore when the dolphins showed up by the
dozens, surrounding us, cavorting in the sparkling waves.  I'd seen it
before, and I still marveled.  I gathered that Shellie'd seen it before
also.  Nina and Sandy, however, were enchanted by the spectacle of dozens
of dolphins breaking the surface in twos and threes, some almost within
touching distance of the sleek little sailboat's fiberglass hull.

   I had Nina back in the cockpit with me, asking questions, wanting to
learn what I was doing with the sails and why I was doing it.  Shellie and
Sandy were forward seated at the base of the mast safely inside the
lifelines.

   For half the day we beat to windward, then when I figured it was time,
we turned around onto a broad reach back.  The boat's motion settled down,
we took a decent heel, and the stern squatted as we picked up speed. 
Closer in-shore, the dolphins rejoined us bringing happy squeals and
laughter from my crew.  The sun was getting low in the sky when we moored
our boat back at the dock.

   Brenda and Jake were on their boat.  Jake called, "Come on over and get
a drink!"

   That was an invitation that I wasn't going to pass up.  Sandy and
Shellie bounced off with the unlimited energy possessed by kids and joined
another group up the bank of the canal.  Nina and I joined Brenda and Jake.

   Conversation started off about the day's sail.  I recounted Nina and
Sandy's glee over the visiting dolphins.  We talked about work and life and
the area's attractions that didn't make the tourist brochures, giving Nina
and I more fodder and making us wish we'd rented for more than a week.  I
said so.

   "We don't have it booked next week," Brenda said.  "If ya'll want it..."

   Nina looked at me.  I winked.

   "We want it," she said.

   So two weeks of beaches and sailboats and kayaks and sun and water.

   Two days later, Shellie invited Sandy on a day's outing with her
grandparents, leaving Nina and me a day all to ourselves.  Sandy bounced
out the door, beachbag in hand, with Shellie.

   Now, you have to understand that we had not been avoiding physical
contact in Sandy's presence.  Of course, we kept it "G-rated", but we
always hugged and kissed and cuddled.  Sometimes the cuddling was the
'group hug' variety, with Sandy a happy inclusion, and other times they
were me and my happy wife, and Sandy saw two people who she loved, engaged
in a physical expression of that love.  But all that was G-rated.

   We'd managed to make love, too, taking advantage of Sandy being in her
room.  But you have to know that having Sandy around did somewhat limit our
exuberance.  I hadn't had my 'naked Nina on the sofa' time.  And here we
were, with the condo to ourselves.

   Nina turned to me.  "You have clothes on, sir..." Her eyes were
twinkling.

   A condition easily rectified, given the proper incentive.  Five feet
seven inches of happy eighteen year old falls soundly into the category of
'incentive', especially when she's stripping out of her panties.  I do
believe I was raped on the sofa.  Accosted in the hallway.  Molested in the
kitchen.  And in bed, I gave in ...  Hands and mouths merged into
mechanisms of sharing love and pleasure and when our mouths clamped
together, our nether regions were merged in delightful moisture.

   After I allowed myself release, we lay in each other's arms.

   "I love you, baby," she said.

   "I love you too, brown-haired girl.  You bring new dimension to my
life." I kissed her sleek, although somewhat tousled head.

   She sighed.  "I love us having Sandy, but I've been wanting to just cut
loose with YOU for days..."

   "Me, too, baby..." I looked at her pretty form and started kissing my
way over her body, headed downward.

   "Oh, yessss," she said through clenched teeth.  She liked this.  So did
I.  I loved her scent, her taste, the way she reacted, that final little
quiver at the end of her orgasm, the flush over her face and breasts.

   I was holding her freshly pinkened form in my arms afterward.

   "Goshhhhh!" she sighed.

   I rocked with her in my arms.

   Finally she said, "Why don't we, uh ...  go out for a swim, then eat one
of those horrible hotdogs they sell on the beach, then come back here and
spend the afternoon right here..."

   "I think you have wonderful ideas, dearest," I said.  "Come on!"

   Clad in our bathing attire, we walked across the street, onto the beach,
and into the warm gulf waters.  Surf.  Frolicking.  This time with longer,
more adventurous gropings.  After a time, we strolled out of the water and
per our plan, each had a horrible, over-priced hot dog and a cold drink and
then walked back into the condo.  Showered together.  And back in bed.

   In the early evening, we slipped out for dinner.

   "You know, Dan, it's really working out well with Sandy around," Nina
said.

   "I know," I said honestly.  "Not a bit of friction.  I worried that
there'd be some little girl jealousy or something..."

   "But none of that happened, baby," she said.  "Sometimes she seems so
mature about things, then she takes off like a ten year old kid ...  and
then she comes back and sounds like YOU..."

   "I'm just glad you two hit it off." I was.  Even with Sandy being a
part-time daughter, I dearly loved her and wished I could be more of a
daddy to her.  Nina knew this, and she told me that she'd had phone talks
with Sandy about it.  "But," I said, "I'm starting to hear some bits of
Nina creeping in..."

   Giggle.  "You say that like it's a BAD thing..." she grinned.

   "Nope, I am very happy about that.  Ever since the haircut thing.  Her
mom might not be, though."

   "She'll be okay, Dan.  She's smart and she's got a strong personality."

   We ate our dinner, chatting, watching the beachgoers walking by our
location on the sidewalk.  After dinner, we went back to the condo.  Well,
after one or two little dances to the live music at the beachside bistro.

   Sandy came back a bit after dark.  She showered, we played cards and
then went to bed.  All three of us.  Me in the middle.  Sweet Nina on one
side.  Little Miss Knees and Elbows on the other.

   Friday of the second week we woke up with most everything packed.  The
three of us were tanned several shades darker than we were when we arrived.
Nina's hair had definite sun streaking.  But it was time to go back home.
Reluctantly.

   We made our good-byes with Brenda and Jake.  Sandy exchanged phone
numbers and addresses with Shellie and a couple of other kids with whom
she'd formed summer friendships.



   ------

   Chapter 11

   The trip home was good, the post-vacation mixture of satisfaction,
sadness and fatigue.  Nina and I talked.  Sandy started off talking, but
got quieter and quieter and then I saw her curled up in the corner of the
back seat, belted in, sound asleep in one of those positions we all can do
when we're young but we lose that ability with age.

   "I thought it was good trip, darlin'," I told Nina.

   "Oh, me too!  I liked linking up with Brenda and Jake, and Sandy had
plenty of friends her age."

   "Yeah, last time, I felt like I had to entertain 'er.  It was tough."

   "I can see where it might be.  She's constant.  Active.  And smart.  Got
her daddy's brain, I think." Nina smiled.  "You know, sometimes I
wonder..."

   "Wonder what, dearest?"

   "Me and you ...  what ours would be..."

   Bang!  The sound of my blood pressure spiking.  She knew about the
vasectomy.  I turned to glance at her.

   "Just idle thought or two, baby," she said.  "You know how much I love
you.  And we've had that talk about kids before we got married.  But seeing
Sandy.  You know she's more than half of YOU."

   "I watched you and her playing, Nina.  Can't say that I didn't get
thoughts myself.  But our own?  Full-time is a lot different than
baby-sitting or even summer weeks.  And Sandy's fun right now, but when she
was born.  Little darlin' didn't sleep a full night until she was three."

   "Just idle thoughts, baby," she said.

   But I could see the eyes.  "So, Miss Idle Thought, when was this
injected into the 'Dan & Nina's Plan For Life'?  And don't tell me you
haven't thought THAT far into it.  I know my Nina."

   She cast her eyes down momentarily and came up smiling.  "College out of
the way, maybe, and my first job.  You'll be forty-five.  Is that asking
too much?"

   "Nothing you could ever ask would ever be too much, dearest."

   "Don't rush off yet, baby," she said.  "We need to think about how this
all works."

   A million tracks were playing out in my head.  My Nina ...  Sandy ... 
and a possible fourth, to be determined later.

   The countryside passed almost without visual impact, as is often the
case when traveling down the interstate.  Nina's hand grasped my bicep. 
She twisted in her seat and put her chin on my shoulder.

   "You and me.  I want US to have everything life can give us.  We love
each other."

   "Yes we do, little one," I said.

   "Are you up for adventure, Dan?  'Cuz I AM!  Since I met you, it's been
an adventure.  Not the 'fighting off crocodiles' kind of adventure, just
the kind where every day you seem to open the door on something happy and
exciting.  I like OUR life." She jerked her head in the direction of the
little blonde in the back seat.  "She's part of it.  I was worried that I
married her daddy and she'd hate me.  Now I feel like some weird
combination of big sister and friend, with only the tiniest bit of step-mom
thrown in."

   "I can see that.  I probably wasn't as worried about the 'hate me' part.
Mine was 'you abandoned me for this girl'.  Didn't see that, either.  But
it IS a lot easier being dad with you as a pleasant distraction."

   "Distraction in WHAT way, sir?" she giggled.

   "Bunches of 'em," I said.  All good.  "You must've been one HELL of a
baby-sitter."

   "Uh, those were brats compared to Sandy, Dan.  Mommy spoils them to make
up for pursuing her career."

   "On Saturday afternoons?  What kind of career is that?" I asked.

   "Upper tier hairdresser."

   "I thought daddy was a lawyer?"

   "Is," she said.  "Mommy's one of those people with stunning hair that go
about trapping men with odd tastes." Giggle.  "You know how some men are."

   "I've seen some striking hair in my day."

   "Some people, babe," she said, "LIKE what they do, even if it means
leaving their kids on Saturday afternoon."

   "Still odd," I said.

   "But Sandy doesn't act spoiled.  I mean, she DOES try to push the
limits, but you push back, and she stops." Pause.  "Or I push back, and she
stops.  And smiles like she knows what she's doing and I know what she's
doing."

   The conversation continued twisting its way from one branch to another
and the miles passed.  Sandy woke up, rubbing her eyes.  "Yall finished
talkin' about me?"

   "You?  Why would we talk about you?  You're a horrible child..." Nina
giggled.

   "I woke up, you know, just a little bit."

   "And that's why we didn't talk about your truly horrible
characteristics, Sandy," I said.

   "Uh," feigning outrage, Sandy popped, "I have NO horrible
characteristics.  At least that is what Nina thinks.  Right, Nina?"

   "She doesn't know you like I do," I picked.

   "So what's for dinner?" Sandy said.

   "See!  That's one, right there.  You're devious."

   Nina said, "Where do you wanna eat, baby?"

   "Pizza," Sandy said.

   I was thinking, 'god, not another pizza', but then Nina fixed that.

   "We'll order pizza when we get home, and then it'll get here while we
put our stuff away."

   Squeal!  Sandy said, "See, Dad!  She's smart."

   "Why?  Because she agrees with YOU?"

   Blonde hair.  Blue eyes.  Big smile.  And smart mouth.  "Yeah!  That
would be one of the signs."

   Nina didn't help by giggling.  We had The Plan.  I came to find out that
in the presence of Sandy and Nina, The Plan was liable to pop up at random
times, solutions for various questions in life.

   The Plan was carried out.  Pizza arrived, just as the first load of
clothes went into the washer.

   Sam the cat was on the dryer supervising when the doorbell rang. 
Apparently large yellow cats mimic the curiosity of ten year old girls
because both of them followed me to the front door.  Pizza went on the
dining room table, informal, but somehow perfect.  We sat around the table
eating.  I ignored Sandy sneaking tidbits to Sam.  Little girls and cats.
Neither needs a reason.

   We stayed up late watching a couple of movies and catching showers and
Sandy was asleep on the sofa until I carefully scooped her up and as Nina
turned down the covers, deposited the little form in her bed.  Sam formed a
kitty loaf beside her and stood watch.

   Nina gently pushed our door closed behind her as I turned down our
covers.  Apparently there was a Plan for Dan and Nina to gently make love,
urging each other to orgasm before falling asleep.

   I eased out the bed in the morning, taking care not to wake the pleasant
form beside me.  Fifteen minutes later two night-shirt clad girls were in
my kitchen.

   "Pancakes," I said.

   Nina smiled.  "I love pancakes.  Yours are better than the ones at the
restaurant, too."

   Sandy agreed.

   We ate stacks of pancakes, chased with cold milk, and the two of them
cleared the table while I brewed coffee.  Three mugs.  Nina's and mine were
lightly tinged with cream.  Sandy's was lightly tinged with coffee.

   "So what's the plan today?" I asked.

   "You didn't take the kayaks off the car yet, did you, Dan?" Nina asked.

   "Nope.  Why?"

   She said, "I'm tired of salt water.  We could go to the river..."

   Sandy was nodding enthusiastically.

   Forty-five minutes after we were on the road.  "Six!" I said.  "We're on
the road back at six.  I have to go to work tomorrow."

   We spent the day on the water (again).  "Next year I want my own kayak,
Dad.  Don't'cha think I'm old enough?" Sandy said.

   "Yeah, if you think you're old enough to keep up.  Half the time you let
ME do the paddling." Sandy and I had the tandem kayak and Nina had the
single-holer.

   "If we both paddle, we go faster than Nina.  She has to work to keep up.
I'm just thinking of Nina, Dad!"

   "Your argument is invalid.  Neither of us has to paddle as hard, that's
all."

   "Whatever.  Can I have my own kayak?"

   I looked.  Nina was giggling.

   "Oh, YOU'RE a lot of help," I said.

   "Well, she wants a KAYAK, for pete's sake.  Would you rather buy her
that or what?"

   "I hate it when you're logical..." I laughed.

   Sandy's smile was rife with smugness.

   "I guess if we're gonna do this again next weekend, we should have one.
But THREE?  Now we can't do a roof rack.  I'll have to get a trailer."

   We were back home before seven, dinner being a run through a fast food
drive-thru.

   Back home, I unloaded kayaks and stowed them under the rafters of the
garage.  When I got inside, Sandy was in the shower and Nina was moving
laundry around.

   She turned around and tiptoed to kiss me lightly.  "Another good day,
babe!"

   "Yes, it was.  Reminds me of a Heinlein quote: "What a wonderful world
it is that has girls in!" And YOU come to bed with me at the end of it."

   Giggle.  "Only because I can badly abuse you!" she smiled.  "Maybe not
tonight though.  If Sandy wants to sleep with us..."

   "I suppose."

   She grinned.  "You know I'll make it up to you.  'Sides, it's period
time again."

   "I thought we were close," I said.

   "Yeah ...  But give me five minutes with your pants down." Evil grin.

   I hardened at the thought.

   "Sandy has sense about that, don't'ch think?  She's let us have our time
alone..."

   "Yes, she has," I admitted.  Nina and I agreed about the need for
decorum, but Sandy seemed to understand about the need for us to have some
alone time, too.

   A little bump from the waterpipes told us that the shower was off.  That
meant Sandy was finished.  Nina went into the bathroom and helped Sandy dry
her hair, because in her own words, "I want my hair all pretty like yours."

   A few minutes later Sandy was there beside me, smelling clean, and oh,
yeah, a hint of Nina's perfume.

   "Whatcha doin', Dad?"

   "Folding laundry.  Somebody's gotta do it."

   "I know," she said.  "Sometimes I fold mine at home.  Uh ...  at Mom's.
Otherwise they just get washed and stuffed in the drawer."

   That was an interesting revelation.  Jennifer, when we were married, was
never an immaculate housekeeper, but she did manage to fold clothes.  Well,
sometimes I did it, helping out where I could, when Sandy was little.

   "Mom doesn't feel good sometimes.  I know she'd do better if she felt
good," she admitted.

   I handed Sandy her stack of clothes.  "Here!  Go put this in your room!"

   Smile.  "Yes, Daddy!"

   I started the last load of clothes in the dryer and went into the living
room, easing back in my recliner.  I heard the shower stop, and the air
dryer start.  I waited a few more minutes until Nina appeared, and then I
took my turn bathing.

   I came out to see the two of them leaned in against my cellphone,
listening, faces somber.

   Nina spoke softly.  "Sandy's mom is in the hospital.  Sandy's talking to
Harry."

   "Harry.  Daddy's here." She passed me the phone.

   "Harry!  What's up?" I said.  Now I wasn't talking to the slimy bastard
who ran off with my wife, I was talking to a guy whose wife was in the
hospital.

   "Jennifer's in the hospital.  Had to go to the emergency room a little
while ago.  They admitted her."

   "What's wrong?" I asked.

   "Dan, she didn't want to tell you anything, and Sandy doesn't know much,
but Jenn's got cancer.  Pancreas or something.  She's been on chemo.  It
ain't working."

   "Oh, hang on..." I walked to the bedroom and shut the door.  "How bad?"

   "I ...  we were hoping the chemo ...  there's still a chance.  They can
adjust things, but she's out of her head right now.  All her stuff is out
of whack."

   "Oh, shit!  I'm sorry, Harry.  Really."

   "I know you are, Dan.  But Sandy, she's okay?"

   "Yeah, but ...  what do we tell her?"

   "Nothing yet.  The doctor's in there with her right now, and maybe
tomorrow she'll be able to think good enough to talk.  And the specialists
are coming in.  Maybe we'll know something tomorrow or the next day.  To
tell Sandy.  I guess, right now just tell her that her mom's sick."

   "Okay, Harry.  Look, if I need to bring Sandy..."

   "Thanks, Dan.  But right now, no.  Her mom's pretty much out of it. 
We'll call you, okay?"

   "Okay, Harry.  Keep us posted."

   "I will."

   I closed my phone and went back into the living room.  Sandy was in
Nina's arms.

   "She's getting sicker, huh, Dad.  Really sick this time." Sandy's eyes
were wet.  Nina's were, too.

   "She's pretty sick tonight, baby.  They'll know more tomorrow or the
next day.  Things might very well get better."

   "This happened before.  She went to the hospital, Dad.  She said not to
talk to you about it.  But she got better that time."

   Nina was mute.  She held Sandy and rocked back and forth, stroking her
blonde hair, hold her cheek against Sandy's head.

   "How about some hot chocolate, ' I said, desperately trying to lighten
the situation up.  "And then a game of cards."

   Nina looked up, followed by Sandy.  "Okay, sweetie," she said.  "That'd
be good."

   We were in bed before ten, watching a nature show on the TV.  I set the
timer, and we went to sleep in an unwieldy knot.

   The alarm went off in the morning.  I got up to get dressed and Nina and
Sandy got up and went in the kitchen.  I heard the noise, then smelled
bacon.  And coffee.  Sandy brought a mug of coffee to the table.  "Two
sugars, one cream, Nina says," she smiled.

   I sipped at the steaming mug and a plate appeared before me.  I ate,
kissed the two of them, one a little bit more ardently than the other, and
then left for work.  I left Sandy and Nina to their own devices.

   Mid-morning things got horribly worse.  My cellphone, on 'buzz' so as to
not disturb our staff meeting, shook angrily in my pocket.  Since everyone
I worried about at work was in the same meeting as I was, it had to be an
outside call.  I looked at the display.  Jennifer.

   I stood and said, "emergency" and left the meeting, answering the phone
as I cleared the room.

   Harry.  Voice cracking.  "Dan..." sob.  "She's ...  she's GONE!"

   "What?!?!" I blurted.  "Last night you said her chemo was off track. 
What happened?"

   "I dunno.  A nurse said that sometimes when things get all wonky, the
body'll toss an embolism, whatever THAT is.  She stroked out.  Dan ...  MY
WIFE!  She's gone!"

   "Hang on for a second, Harry..." I stuck my head back through the door.
All eyes turned to me.  "Sorry, folks!  Family emergency.  I'm outta here!
Harvey, I'll call you and let you know what's going on."

   "DO what ya gotta do, Dan!  Let us know if you need any help."

   "Thanks," I said.  Walking away, I said, "Harry?  You still there?"

   "Uh-huh ...  Dan, Sandy ...  you gonna tell 'er?"

   I shrugged inwardly.  "Yeah.  Not a pleasant thing, but a dad's
gotta..."

   "I'm sorry," Harry said.  "She was talking, asked if Sandy knew, then,
like, blink!, and her eyes rolled back in her head, and that's the last
thing.  About an hour ago."

   "I'm on the way to the house.  I'll tell Sandy."

   "I'll call Jenn's folks.  I think she'd want to be there in the family
plot."

   "Yeah," I said.  "I think so."

   "I'll call you about arrangements for the funeral."

   "God, I'm sorry, Harry..."

   "Thanks, Dan." And the phone clicked.  I punched Nina's number.

   "Hey, babe," she said brightly.

   "Are you with Sandy?" I asked.

   "No!  She's dragging a string around for the cat.  Why?  You sound
funny."

   "Not funny.  Shocked.  Don't go anywhere.  I'm on the way home."

   "Jennifer?" she whispered.

   "Yes.  About an hour ago."

   "Omigod!"

   "Don't say anything until I get there."

   "Okay."

   After weeks of dashing hope in happy expectation, I dreaded the sight of
my front door.

   I walked in.  Sandy met me.  "Something's wrong," she said.  "Nina was
all happy and excited, and she changed."

   "Come here, baby," I said.  I gathered her in my arms, Nina joining us.

   "I have something very sad to tell you," I said, tears welling up in my
own eyes, first because I was getting ready to tear my little girl's heart
out, and second, honestly, there, deep down inside, there was still some
feeling for Jennifer, divorced or not.  I was holding the good part of that
era of my life.

   Sandy was no fool.  "Mo-ommmmm..." She started crying.

   "Baby, I'm sorry.  But your mom is..."

   "Momma's DEADDDDDD!!!!" Her teared welled up.  I was crying.  Nina was
crying.

   "I'm so sorry, baby," I said.  "Mister Harry called me.  Said the last
thing she talked about was you, baby!  I'm so sorry!"

   Sandy cried, "I want my..." sob!  "Mommyyyyyy!"

   All I could do was hold on.  Nina stroked Sandy's head.  The three of us
held onto each other for Sandy's sake.

   Finally she stopped sobbing.  "Daddy ...  You love me?"

   "Of course I do, baby.  Why?"

   "Where am I going to live?"

   Nina fielded that one.  "Here, of course.  You're still your dad's
daughter and you're my daughter, too, you know..."

   Sandy's wet eyes, bluer than ever augmented by tears, looked at first
me, then Nina.  "We're a family, too, huh?"

   "You're my little girl.  Family is forever, baby.  Me, you and Nina."

   "I love you too, Nina.  I hope me bein' here doesn't mess things up for
you an' Dad."

   "Of course not," Nina said.  She sounded convinced.

   Me, I was running a whole new set of factors through my head now.  Sandy
slid off my lap.  I stood.

   "I need to call my boss," I said.  I dialed up Harvey's office.

   "XYZCorp.  Harvey Weldon.  Can I help you?"

   "Harv, this is Dan."

   "Dan!  You okay?"

   "Not exactly.  Jennifer passed away."

   "Your ex?"

   "Yeah.  Sandy's here with us for the summer.  Her mom's been battling
cancer, and she never told me.  When I saw here the other day, I just
thought she looked worn out.  She's been doing chemo and went to the
hospital yesterday..."

   "My god!  I'm sorry, Dan..." He paused.  "Look, do what you need to do.
You know the three day funeral leave thing, but forget that.  We'll take
care of you.  You take care of your little girl.  At least you have Nina to
help you..."

   I'd told the bunch this morning before the staff meeting about how well
things had worked out on my vacation, about how Nina and Sandy hit it off.

   "Yeah, thank god for that," I said.  "Thanks, Harv.  I'll update you
when I find out something.  Funeral's probably gonna be here." They knew
Jennifer from when I was a happily married man four or so years before. 
Maybe some of them would show up.  Maybe not.

   I returned to my sad little girl.

   Logistics.  Nina took her shopping for a suitable dress and shoes.  I
considered the idea of moving Sandy's belongings from her mom's house.  I
determined that if needed, a rental trailer would suffice.

   We sort of stumbled through the next three days.  Sandy, Nina and I
stood at the funeral and got cried over by a myriad of Jenn's relatives. 
Honestly, they cried over Sandy.  I got pats on the arm from people who'd
been very happy when Jenn and I got married, and who'd been very happy when
Sandy popped out, and were as bewildered as I was when Jenn left me.

   Harry got perfunctory nods and hugs.

   Sandy did a better job than I thought she would, maintaining composure
until the casket went into the grave, then sobbing in Nina's arms as I held
them both.

   In the aftermath, I met Harry.  I WAS sorry he lost a wife.

   I promised him we'd be there on the weekend to collect Sandy's stuff.

   The drive home was a somber as one might expect.  I went to work on
Thursday afternoon and Friday.

   Home Friday.  I asked Nina, "How's she doing?"

   "Okay.  She cried once today.  I held her."

   "What else can we do?"

   "I know," she said.  "Tomorrow's gonna be a bad day, I think."

   "Probably.  When she sees her mom's house, and no mom..."

   Sandy came around the corner, lacking her normal exuberance.  I hugged
her.

   "Hello, Dad," she said.  "We goin' tomorrow?"

   "Yes," I said.  "we have to do this."

   "I know.  Is it okay if we bring my kitty home with us?"

   "Mister Mittens?  Of course.  I'm sure he and Sam will work things out."
Mentally I added the cat carrier to the load.  I knew she had a cat, but I
didn't know that she was bringing him home.  I should've known better.

   We went out to eat at a seafood joint.  I could see that she was
returning to normal, but she was still subdued.

   The house routine was pretty solid, now, and went into play when we got
back.

   She was cuddled in my lap after Nina went to shower.

   "Dad," she said, "I loved Mom 'n' all that, but I was gonna ask 'er if I
could come live here anyway.  Not 'cuz I didn't love 'er.  Just that Mister
Harry wasn't, I dunno, I think I made 'im uncomfortable ...  an' since I
met Nina, I know she's not my mom, but I think she's nice, an' she's smart,
an' I think I wanted to come here.  I was gonna talk to ya'll about it."

   "Really?"

   "Uh-huh.  Me an' Nina talked about it.  I told 'er not to tell you."

   Nina hadn't said a word to me.  "Nina's your friend, baby.  She kept
your secret."

   "Dad?"

   "Yes, little one?"

   "That doesn't mean I didn't love Mom."

   "I know, baby.  Divorces make things awfully complex for kids.  I'm
sorry."

   "I know it wasn't your fault, Dad.  I love you."

   Nina came walking out to the hall wearing her nightshirt.  "You!" she
said to me, "Shower!  I'll make us hot chocolate!"



   ------

   Chapter 12

   You know, back to the funeral ...  Jennifer's mom and dad.  I saw them
there.  They were cordial, as always was the case, and they hugged on Sandy
and stood with her between themselves and me during the service.

   After the graveside service, Jennifer's mom, Glenda Garrett, bent over
to speak to Sandy as we were leaving.  "Sandy," she said.  "We love you,
child.  We want ...  Well, keep in touch." Glenda stood and looked at me,
unsmiling, her expression something I couldn't parse.  "Dan, we'd like to
see a lot of Sandy."

   "I think that's a good idea, Mizz Glenda.  My parents are gone. 
Grandparents are good for kids." I was being honest.  Yes, Glenda was one
of those 'difficult' personalities.  I can't help but believe that it was
her influence, her strange idea of status and entitlement that screwed up
Jennifer in the first place.  But that wasn't enough to keep a little girl
from visiting her grandma.

   Andrew Garrett, Sandy's grandfather, he was probably the most hen-pecked
guy in the state.  However, I do know how he survived.  He and Glenda used
to do a mixed drink every evening when he came in from work, or after
dinner, now that he was retired.  She thought it somehow genteel and
sophisticated.  He saw it as an excuse for the smell of alcohol on his
breath.  He kept a half-gallon of bourbon in his workshop, replenished
frequently.

   Jennifer had a sister, too, but she was out of the picture.  Actually,
the sister was out of her freakin' mind, living with some sort of spiritual
guru or guide or whatever on a farm or ashram or whatever scam he was
running.  She didn't even come in for her sister's funeral, and I'd seen
her exactly twice in the years I was married to Jennifer.

   So that's where we were.  Me.  Nina.  Sandy.  There are crazier 'blended
families' in the world today.  This one is ours.

   Friday after work I visited the local rental emporium that gets a
significant portion of business from the facility where I work, a fact that
I mentioned (TWICE.  Pointed out my name on a couple of purchase orders)
and rented an enclosed trailer.  As in, "Ten bucks to cover the paperwork
and we'll call it good, Mister Gleason!"

   We went to dinner Friday night in Nina's little car, rather than tug
that trailer through parking lots.

   Saturday morning we were up early, on the road at six, through the
McDonalds for a bag of breakfast, then we were back on the road with a
piano work on the stereo, a fact not unnoticed by the ten year old in the
back seat.

   "Dad, can I take piano lessons?  I wanna play stuff like that."

   "Are you gonna be serious about it?  I don't like that 'flavor of the
week' thing, little girl."

   "I know, Dad." She huffed.  "I'm serious about it."

   "You have to be.  There's a pretty long road from where you are today to
playing Mozart."

   "Yes, Dad, I know..." she sounded slightly exasperated.

   Nina walked up to the little bonfire we had going between me and Sandy
and dumped gasoline on it.  "Dan, I'd like to take lessons with her.  We're
BOTH beginners."

   Apparently there was another Plan being implemented.  I thought I'd test
to see if I was right.  "So where did you two decide to put the piano?"

   Sandy said, "That short wall between the door to the kitchen and the
hall.  You'll have to move a bookcase."

   I'd been had, and what's worse, I was actually happy about it.  "Nina,
do you think you two can look into who might be a suitable teacher?"

   Squeal!  "Thank you, Daddy!"

   Nina just looked at me and smiled.

   The actual trip, one way, was almost four hundred miles.  Somewhere
along the ride we changed the CD to something else.

   Nina laughed.  "Oak Ridge Boys?  Are you KIDDING!"

   Sandy giggle.  "Daddy sings the bass part!  Show 'er, Daddy!"

   Okay ...  Call it a weakness.  Apparently it's contagious, because I
soon had the three of us singing along in harmony as the miles rolled by.

   Lunch was a chain restaurant just off the interstate, and mid-afternoon,
we pulled up on the residential street in front of Harry and Jennifer's
house.  There was a car I didn't recognize in the driveway, and since it
didn't have dealer plates, I surmised it wasn't Harry's.  We walked to the
door.

   Sandy barged right in.  "Harry!  It's meeee..."

   "Well, hello, Sandy," Glenda said.

   That explained the unidentified car.

   She looked up at me and Nina standing in the door.  The smile that was
there for Sandy waned quickly.  "Do come in," she said.  "Harry's not here.
He had to be at work.  I've been helping him with Jennifer's things.  It's
hard for him, you know."

   "I can't see where it would be any easier for you, Glenda," I said.  I
was honest.  The lady'd lost her daughter.  That had to be tough.

   "One does what one must, Dan," she said.  "You're here to get Sandy's
things?"

   "Yes," I said.  "We brought a trailer."

   "Dan, can I talk to you a minute?" she said.

   "Sure!' I said.

   "In private?"

   "Oooo-kay," I said.  We walked outside.  Sandy was sitting with Nina,
holding a picture of her and her mom, crying.  Nina looked at me and nodded
acknowledgment, and went back to stroking Sandy's hair, consoling a sobbing
little girl.

   I followed Glenda outside.

   She turned.  "Dan, I know you're newly married ...  to that girl..."

   The little twist of her tone changed my mode from friendly and
sympathetic to wary.  Very wary.

   "We want Sandy to live with us, Dan." Her grey eyes were hard.

   "Glenda," I said, "Sandy was going to ask Jenn about moving in with us,
Nina and me, this summer.  She fits well with Nina and me.  We'll make sure
she visits you any time she wants.  Whenever it's okay with you and Andy.
But she's MY daughter.  I want her with me."

   "Dan, I don't think she should be exposed to you and your teen bride."

   "Glenda," I said, struggling to maintain decorum, "We are decent people,
Nina and I.  We ARE married.  I don't remember you objecting to what Sandy
was exposed to when Jennifer hauled her out of our house to move in with
her boyfriend six months before the divorce was final."

   "That's immaterial.  History lesson.  Dan, I'm serious.  You'd have your
freedom, you and uh ...  Nina, is it?  You two could do whatever you
wanted, when you wanted.  Sandy's just gonna be in YOUR way..."

   I tried to defuse the situation.  "Glenda, I know it's tough for you
right now, losing Jennifer.  Let's just let things go as they are.  You'll
be able to think clearly in a few days..."

   "Don't you DARE patronize me, Dan Gleason!" she spat.  "I know what I'm
doing!"

   "No, Glenda, I don't think you do.  Do you honestly mean that you were a
bigger part of Sandy's life since Jennifer left me than I was?  Seriously?
I can't believe you think like that." I was struggling now to keep civil.

   "Okay, Dan," she said through tight lips.  "We'll leave things as they
are.  I will help you locate Sandy's things.  I've found some photos and
things of Jennifer's that Sandy should have."

   "Okay, Glenda," I said.

   Nina looked at me curiously when we walked back into the house.  We
loaded boxes and bags and a raft of clothes on hangers and lastly, a cat
carrier with a grey male tabby cat who was not happy with the disrespect
being shown him.

   Nina and I were rearranging the boxes in the trailer.  Sandy was inside
with her grandmother, being shown photo albums.

   "What went on out here, baby?" she asked.  "I couldn't make out words,
but your voice..."

   "Don't say anything to Sandy, sweetheart, but Glenda wants Sandy to live
with them.  I told her 'no way'."

   "You're serious?  What's she thinking?"

   "Sweetie," I said, "She said that it would allow us to have our lives to
ourselves, without having to worry about Sandy."

   "How just too wonderfully admirable of her, Dan!  Yeah, I didn't expect
to end up with Sandy a month and a half ago when we got married, but you
know what?!?!?  I LIKE her!" She paused and looked into my eyes, that ebony
hair in delightful disarray.  "You aren't considering it, are you?"

   "No.  Not really.  Sandy's lost her mom.  She doesn't need her dad
dumping her off on grandma."

   I got a kiss on the cheek.  "Good!  That's my Dan!  And OUR Sandy."

   We went inside and retrieved Sandy.  Harry drove up, parking on his own
lawn.  Sandy ran up and hugged him.  "I'm sorry, Harry..." she said.  He
bent over and she kissed him on the cheek.  I walked up to him as Sandy
went to talk to her cat.

   "Harry, I'm sorry.  Again.  And Sandy ...  I know she's not yours, but
she likes you.  Send her a card or talk to her every now and then.  This is
hard on her.  Her whole life turned upside down."

   "I appreciate that, Dan.  She's a good kid, but Jenn used to get
exasperated at her.  Said, in her words, she was so much YOU.  But yeah,
she's a good kid.  Smart.  Real smart.  I'll keep in touch, for her sake."

   Nina came up behind me.  "We're ready to roll, Dan."

   "I'll see you around, Harry," I said.  I got in the car without looking
for Glenda, and we drove off with a pet-friendly hotel as a destination for
the night.  We parked the SUV and trailer and the four of us, me, Nina,
Sandy and one fuzzy Mister Mittens who was glaring at the world from his
barred vantage in the pet carrier.

   Bathing suits came out and we did an hour at the pool, then retreated to
the room and enjoyed delivery pizza for dinner.  The three of us sat
cross-legged on one of the two queen beds and played cards for a while,
then the two of them located a nature show on TV and we went to sleep.

   At six the next morning, we did the reverse of the previous day's trip.
Arriving at home, I backed the trailer into the drive and we started
unloading.  After the first three boxes were inside, I did the unloading
while Nina and Sandy started putting things away.  Mister Mittens was still
in the pet carrier, having a stare-down through the bars at Sam, who was
considering this NEW intrusion into his carefully managed household.

   Once I got the trailer emptied, I walked into Sandy's room, interrupting
a discussion about the order one uses to hang one's clothing.  "I'm gonna
go turn in the trailer," I said.  "If you two come with me, we can go out
to eat.  If you stay, I expect to see a meal in progress when I get back.

   Sandy looked at Nina.  "Honestly, Nina, how DO you put up with 'im?"
Giggle.

   "It's the price I pay to associate with his bright children," Nina
quipped right back.

   "Well I suppose one must make sacrifices..." My precocious daughter.

   We dropped the trailer off and went to the Italian restaurant for
dinner.

   '"Sandy, this is where your dad and I went on our first date."

   "Really?" Sandy said.

   "Really," I answered.  "And I didn't even know it was a date.  I thought
I was bringing a bright young high school girl out to eat after working
with her on her trigonometry."

   Dinner was a happy affair.  Maybe happier for them than me, because I
had this nagging feeling that Glenda was going to be a problem.  I pushed
it out of my mind and enjoyed dinner, and we went home.

   Sandy walked in and went to the cat carrier.  "Dad, can I let Mister
Mittens out now?"

   "Sure, baby," I said.  "But they might not get along very well.  They're
two cats used to having their own houses.  Now they have to share."

   She opened the carrier and Mister Mittens walked warily out into his new
home.  Sam observed from the arm of the sofa.  Okay.  That looked pretty
good.  The next forty-five minutes was occupied by various showers and
post-shower rituals.

   We played a round of rummy, the stereo on in the background, and then
what would become another ritual for us, three mugs of herbal tea, relaxing
for bed.

   Sandy kissed me and Nina good night.  "I'll sleep in my room tonight,"
she announced.  Maybe Mister Mittens will sleep in there with me.  Sam
does."

   I tucked her in.  "I love you, Sandy."

   "I love you too, Dad," she said.

   Nina and I retired to our bedroom, closing the door.  She turned to me,
throwing arms around my neck.  "Long day, honey," she said.  "Now, is there
anything that Glenda can really do about getting Sandy away from us?"

   "Not that I know of, baby," I said.  "But all the same, I'm calling my
lawyer in the morning." I ran my hands down her sides, savoring her form
through the cloth of her nightshirt.

   "You could do better if this thing was off," she whispered.  I peeled
her nightshirt off over her head, watching her sassy hair splay out, and
she slid her panties down, kicking her feet free.  "Now yours," she
whispered.

   I complied.  We loved on each other with hands and mouths and she tugged
me into her and she had a shuddering little orgasm and I filled her with my
own.

   "We need to put our nightshirts back on, baby" she said afterward.  We
did.  She rolled on her side and I spooned up behind her.  I put my arm
around her and she put my hand over her breast and whispered, "I love you,
Dan."

   "I love you, too, Nina." And we went to sleep.

   Monday morning.  Nina got up with me, despite my suggestion that she
sleep in.  Apparently we made enough noise to wake Sandy because she walked
into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.

   "Hi, sleepy head," I said.

   "Mornin', Dad.  Mornin', Nina."

   "How'd you sleep?" Nina asked.

   "Two cats.  One on each side.  Ever time I move I have to move one."

   "That means they'll do okay.  As long as there's a little girl between
'em." Of course, I was immediately made to be a liar when two cats
sauntered into the kitchen in close tandem.  I was out the door before
seven and in my office before seven thirty.

   After the staff meeting, I retired to my office and closed the door.  My
computer gave me the phone number.  I dialed.

   A pleasant female voice answered, "Grantham Law Offices.  Can I help
you?"

   I explained who I was, cited some work that Dodd Grantham had done for
me and vice versa, added a remark about us being in high school together,
and asked if he could call me back.  I figured, 'yeah, right ...  that'll
happen...  ' but was pleasantly surprised shortly afterward when the phone
rang and I answered.

   "Dan Gleason, XYZCorp, can I help you?"

   "Hey, Dan.  This is Dodd Grantham.  Maybe I can help you?"

   "Dodd," I said, "If I need to come to your office, just say so, but I
got a question."

   "Shoot," he said.  "I don't start chargin' until you make me do
research."

   I explained the situation.  "Can she take Sandy?  Court order or
something?"

   "Look, Dan ...  Under the conditions of the custodial parent's death,
the surviving parent retains custody.  That's you.  The only exception is
if you're an unfit parent.  You're not.  And there's no judge in THIS town
that would rule you as unfit."

   "What about an eighteen year old wife?" I asked.

   "Oh, that might raise an eyebrow, but you could be the pole dancer in a
transvestite bar and they wouldn't say anything these days.  You're not in
prison.  You're employed.  You're not on drugs.  You're fit, as far as the
courts are concerned."

   "Good," I said.  "So what do you think the ex-mother in law is
thinking?"

   "Wellll," Dodd said, "If she came to me, I'd tell her that her only
chance would be to get you to sign over custody voluntarily.  If it was me,
and she'd already asked you herself, I think my final step would be to call
you myself and make a few carefully crafted but idle threats to see if
you'd fold your hand."

   "My, you lawyers are a devious bunch, aren't you?" I laughed.

   "Law ain't like that electrical stuff you play with.  Rules in MY game
are what we choose to make them."

   I laughed again.  "Well, they may pull your license for it, but you've
actually helped me today."

   Dodd chuckled.  "Glad to do it.  But hey, new wife, kid, you need to get
your will straightened out.  Come see me.  I'll fix you up, and won't screw
you too bad."

   "You know, I need to do that.  Thanks for reminding me."

   "Yeah.  And if you get hauled into court over this, let me know.  We'll
win.  And if they take you to court and they lose, they'll pay me, not
you."

   "Okay, Dodd.  I appreciate the advice."

   "No problem," he said.  "You helped me on that suit last year." I'd
given him a professional report on an issue that showed up in an almost
frivolous lawsuit.

   I opened my door, considerably relaxed, and left the office in my
golf-cart to survey my kingdom.

   Lunch today was a sandwich, packed with love, so I was told, by Nina.

   After lunch I had a roll of drawings spread out on the table in my
office when my phone rang.  Nina.  "Hey, baby," I said.

   "Hey, guy," she answered.  She didn't sound too happy.  "You're getting
ready to get a phone call from a lawyer.  He called here looking for your
work number.  I told him I couldn't give it out.  He said he'd get it
anyway."

   I recounted my earlier conversation with Dodd.  "Still, though, it seems
like she's going to give it a try."

   "We'll do okay.  In the meantime, I won't let her call Sandy.  But if
Sandy wants to call her..."

   "Discourage it," I said.  "I don't know how, but I don't want her
playing games with Sandy."

   "Okay, sweetie.  I'll have dinner on the stove when you get home, okay?"

   "Okay, love ya, sweetie!  Bye." I hung up.

   Sure enough, twenty minutes later, the phone rang.  "Dan Gleason,
XYZCorp, can I help you?"

   "Mister Gleason, I am Howard Smythe, attorney for Mr.  & Mrs.  Andrew
Garrett, parents of your deceased ex-wife.  They are formally requesting
custody of their grand-daughter.  It would be easiest for all involved if
you'd sign a voluntary consent to this."

   "Sir, I know who you are." I did.  He was the go-to guy if you wanted to
hit up Wal-Mart for tripping in the parking lot or wanted to claim you
found a dismembered body in your new refrigerator or a mouse in your Pepsi
or whatever.  Ambulance-chasers had to push HIM out of the way.  He was a
joke, fighting against his payment of child support for his own kids who
were living with their mom whom he'd divorced to marry his new legal
assistant.  I continued.  "I see no reason to comply with that request.  My
daughter has been with me for the last three weeks.  She's faced the trauma
of losing her mom, and I'll be damned if I subject her to the feelings that
her dad doesn't want her around."

   "Mr.  Gleason, I advise you that we may likely file suit for custody. 
It could be unpleasant for you and your new wife." Oily.  That's how he
sounded.  Oily.

   "Howard," I said, not giving him the honor of using his last name, "In
the immortal words of General McAuliffe of Bastogne, 'Nuts!'.  Do what you
have to do.  Good day, sir!" Clunk.  I hung up.

   My next move was to alert Dodd Grantham.  "Head's up," I told him.

   I went home seething over the audacity of Glenda.  I pulled Nina aside
and explained what had transpired.

   "I think we should explain it to her, Dan.  She's smart.  She can grasp
what's going on."

   "Okay, baby.  Let's go have a family talk." When we walked into the
living room, she looked up.

   "Uh-oh, looks serious," she said.

   We sat down.  Nina was at my side.  "Come sit here," I said.

   She perched on my knee.  "Dad?  You look serious."

   "It is serious, baby.  Your grandmother wants you to go live with them."

   Her eyes flicked back and forth between mine and Nina's.  "but I like it
here.  Ya'll do want me, right?" Her face was darkened with concern now.

   "Of course we do, little one.  We're both very happy to have you with
us. We make a neat family."

   "That's what I thought.  Nina and I had fun today.  Tomorrow we're
s'posed to talk with piano teachers.  Nina's gonna learn with me."

   I closed my eyes.  Why did anyone want to hurt my daughter now?

   "I don't want to go live with gran'ma, Dad.  I dunno, she's ... 
strange. I mean, she's my gran'ma, and I love 'er, but I don't want to live
there."

   "Sweetie, the only way you'd go there is if YOU told me and Nina that
moving there was what you wanted.  Not what your grandma wanted.  But there
may be a fight.  With lawyers.  I ...  we wanted you to be prepared."

   She looked sad.  Now I questioned my wisdom in telling her.  I'd just
added uncertainty to her life when she was already shaken.

   "You're my precious little girl, baby.  Nina and I will do everything we
can to keep you here.  Don't worry.  I talked with a lawyer today and he
tells me we can't lose."

   "Okay, Dad.  'cuz I doubt that Gran'ma would buy me a piano."

   Nina said, "Come on, let's eat dinner.  I talked to my Baptist
grandmother, and I have made us a casserole."

   "What religion do I have to find to get pie in this house?" I joked.

   We started settling into something like a routine.  Sandy went with Nina
to the library and helped out with the kid programs, and of course, hauled
back a bunch of books.  We added another laptop to the house stable.  I
heard nothing from anybody for a couple of days.

   On Thursday evening, we were just getting the table set for dinner when
there was a knock on my door.  I got served.  Family Court.  In the case of
Daniel Gleason vs.  Glenda Garrett, re: custody of minor child, Sandra
Gleason.

   Nina and Sandy sat beside me on the sofa as I read the legalese. 
"Judgment of fitness." "Best interests of the child."

   In my engineer's mind I recalled the part of Dodd's advice that said, "
And there's no judge in THIS town that would rule you as unfit", and
countered that with " Rules in MY game are what we choose to make them." I
preferred laws from people named Ohm and Boyle and Thevenin.

   I did my best to reassure my family.  It's a difficult thing to do when
you need reassurance yourself.

   I called Dodd Grantham as soon as I thought I could get through.  He was
incredulous.  "Can you fax it to me?"

   "How about scan and email?"

   "Even better." He gave me an address.  "I'll look over it and call you
back.  We'll know how this is gonna shake out."

   Thirty minutes later the phone rang in my office.  "Dan Gleason,
XYZCorp, can I help you?"

   "Dan, this is Dodd.  Things move fast with these cases.  You've got a
hearing next Thursday in family court.  These things don't look like
courtroom stuff on TV.  If we're lucky, we can end the whole thing then. 
If not, well, we'll just move to the next step."

   "What are we talking about?  A hearing?"

   "Yeah, family court judge sits.  They appoint a social worker on the
child's behalf.  That's the sticky part, I guess.  The social worker is
going to interview you, your child, your new wife, trying to determine the
suitability of the home the child is living in.  They'll also interview the
grandmother and grandfather and see what kind of home they have." He
paused. "Now let me ask you something, and please understand, I'm your
lawyer and nothing you tell me goes any further.  I just need to know what
they might find to use on their side."

   "I can't think of anything, Dodd," I said.  "I'm employed, financially
solvent, substantial savings, own my house, haven't even had a traffic
ticket in years.  I don't drink, other than socially.  No drugs."

   "What about your wife?"

   "Nina?  Graduated two months ago with honors.  She was eighteen before
we really started dating.  We're legally married.  Same thing.  No drugs,
no alcohol?"

   "D'you understand 'moral turpitude'?" he asked.

   "Yes I do." I told him about Nina's mom, and her grandmother, and Nina's
two incidents, one at school.  "But she was a minor.  There shouldn't be
any record.  She wasn't charged."

   "Well, Dan," he said, "I know that, but this isn't a criminal
proceeding, and if somebody has knowledge of either incident, they may
bring it up." He paused.  "Honestly, Dan, I still don't see us as having a
problem.  I think our friend is just posturing, hoping that the weight of
his name is going to scare you into giving up."

   "Ah, for heaven's sake, Dodd!  It's freakin' Howard Smythe.  In a just
society he'd be dead from a duel years ago.  He's the caricature of the 99%
of lawyers that give the rest a bad name."

   "I know, Dan," he chuckled.  "I don't think a sane lawyer would've taken
this case.  But we still need to treat it as serious.  Can you and your
wife and daughter come by the office Monday or Tuesday?  I need to talk
with all of you, just to make sure we're all on the same sheet of music."

   "Dodd, these two are the love of my life," I said.

   "I understand completely, Dan.  I just want to give 'em a little
guidance about what to expect, and to make sure we don't have any traps
waiting.  Monday then?  Four o'clock?"

   "That works," I said.

   That evening we had a family discussion about what I'd learned.  All of
it.  Nina explained the high school incident to Sandy.  She glossed over
the attempted molestation with 'a bad man tried to do bad things to me and
I fought him off as best I could."

   Saturday we shopped for pianos.  A teacher had been selected, an older
woman who played Sundays at her church and who'd actually had a little
career in music.  She recommended a music store to visit.  Nina told me,
"Mizz Lester says these people will do us right.  Just mention her name."

   "Ah, Mizz Lester," the salesman said.  "She's been teaching for years.
Here's what will work.  It's used.  Older.  But it'll work until you come
back to buy a Steinway.  Who's taking lessons."

   "Me an' Nina," Sandy said.

   "Oh, really?" he smiled.  "And you want the books Mizz Lester uses,
too?"

   "I guess," I said.  "I'm not packing this thing home by myself.  When
can you deliver?"

   "Monday afternoon?  Tuesday?"

   "Tuesday will work.  That gives me time to move things around."

   "We have to move a bookcase," Nina smiled.

   The next stop was sixty miles up the road to an outdoor store.  We left
there with a pink kayak on a trailer.  Yes, I was operating on the
assumption that we were a family now, and a family we would be.

   Sunday we made an event of driving to a park and spending the day
bicycling and picnicking.

   Monday I scooted off the job a little early and brought my bunch to
Dodd's office.  I was in my 'engineer at work' cloths.  Nina and Sandy were
dressed almost identically in jeans and blouses and athletic shoes, two
pair of blue eyes, identical haircuts, one blonde, and one dark brunette.

   We were ushered into Dodd's office.  I introduced my girls to Dodd.  I
think he was impressed.  Neither of them looked particularly abused.  Dodd
said so.

   "So let me tell you what's going on with this hearing, folks," he said,
smiling his best smile.  "We have an advantage, I think.  Dan, Nina, they
may question you a bit hard, but Sandy, they'll be very careful about how
they talk to you.  All they want to know is how you really feel about
things."

   You don't give Sandy an opening like that.  "Mister Dodd, I feel like
they're crazy.  I was gonna ask to come live with Dad this summer when I
got home.  Before Mom..." her eyes wetted and she suppressed a sob.

   "Even with him marrying Miss Nina?" Dodd asked.

   "Especially since he married Miss Nina.  Don't'cha think it would've
been hard, I mean, with Dad workin', for me to stay by myself?  "But with
Miss Nina..."

   "Nina?  Your thoughts?" He asked.

   Nina sucked in a breath.  I knew that as a sign she was going into her
'soliloquy mode'.  "Mister Dodd, I knew that Dan had a daughter before we
got married, and that she'd be part of our life together.  Yes, I was
worried.  I've heard some bad stories about step-mom relationships, but I
love Dan and I started talking to Sandy on the phone way before she joined
us for the summer.  We hit it off.  Before we came back off vacation she
brought up the idea of her wanting to move in with us, and I know her, and
I know Dan, and I know me, and I know it would work.  I don't know how to
characterize our relationship.  Maybe sisters, sort of, but we worked it
all out so far."

   "You just tell 'em that on Thursday, young lady," Dodd said.  "Now,
folks, I expect that in a day or two you'll get an unannounced visit from
social services to determine the suitability of your home."

   Nina giggled.  "Then Dan needs to move a bookcase for the piano we're
getting tomorrow."

   That put us back at the house.  Nina was in the kitchen.

   "Something with noodles, Dan," she said, and she started cooking while
Sandy and I moved stacks of books to get that bookcase to a movable state,
helped tremendously by two cats who thought that every box needed to be
tried on for size.

   I and my diminuitive helper had the books out of the case and stacked in
my office/spare bedroom.  Nina gave me a hand scooting the case into the
space I'd made for it, and then she looked at the spot on the carpet that
had previously been covered by the bookcase.

   "Oh, now I KNOW we need a piano," she said.  "Or new carpet!"

   "Next spring," I said.  "I was planning on it.  Now you and I and Sandy
have to decide together on it."

   The kitchen timer dinged and Nina pulled the casserole out of the oven,
and it was dinnertime.



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   Chapter 13

   Tuesday I got a phone call late in the afternoon.  My home number showed
on the display.  I picked up the receiver.  "Hey, baby," I said, a greeting
that should work for either Nina or Sandy.

   Nina's voice.  "Hey babe!  How's your day?"

   "It's been a normal day.  So far."

   "We had two visits.  One was a big truck with a piano on the back, and
the second was a nice black lady from social services."

   "How'd that go?" I asked.

   Giggle.  "I gave her the grand tour.  She had to ease around the guys
bringing in the piano.  I told her it was a medieval torture device and we
were going to chain Sandy to it."

   "Oh, baby, some of those people don't have a sense of humor."

   "She did.  Actually, after the piano guys left, she sat down and played
on it.  She's GOOD!  Plays at her church.  Knows our piano teacher." She
paused.  "I don't think we're going to have a problem with her report."

   "Good!" I said.  "That's a load off my mind."

   "You coming home at the regular time?"

   "Yeah, sweetie," I said.  "You started cooking?"

   "Not yet," she said.

   "Good!  Let's go out and get something."

   "'Kay," she said.  "Me an' Sandy'll talk about it."

   "Do I get a say?"

   Giggle.  "You get a vote.  But we'll outvote you, ya know..."

   "'Kay, baby doll.  I'll see you in a bit.  Love you!"

   "Love you too!" click.

   I leaned back in my chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

   Harvey walked past my door and saw me with my eyes squinched shut.

   "Somethin' wrong, Dan?"

   "No ...  well, yeah, if you've got a minute." He sat.  I related the
story.

   "Is the woman crazy?" he asked, incredulously.

   "Deluded, I think," I said.  "Like Sandy needs more turmoil."

   "And the hearing is Thursday?  Look, just take the day off.  You've
racked up enough comp time to more than cover it."

   "Thanks, Harv.  I appreciate it."

   "You need all the help you can get, buddy.  You got a new wife and a
full-time kid now."

   "Yeah, it's been interesting since the middle of May," I admitted,
sighing.  "And you know, it's been pretty good, until Jennifer ...  I mean,
I was over her, but I didn't wish her dead, and now this..."

   "You'll do okay, Dan," Harv said.  "Nobody in his right mind..."

   "We're talking' about the courts, Harv...  'Right mind' has nothin' to
do with it."

   "Oh, I know, but this is waaay past crazy ...  anyway, do what you need
to do.  We got you covered."

   "Thanks, buddy!" Yeah, okay, 'boss' but we were engineers and he was
first among equals.  "I appreciate you lettin' me cry on your shoulder."

   Four o'clock came and at four fifteen I was walking through the gate to
my car, chatting with my co-workers.

   "Having your daughter around kinda cuts into your nookie time, don't
it?" one said.

   "Nina and I get our time, buddy.  Sandy knows people need time alone. 
It's not like she's gonna walk in on us."

   Another piped up, "Yeah, goofy!  He's an engineer.  He knows all about
door locks and all that high tech stuff!"

   Laughter.  I got in my car and drove home.  I pulled up in the driveway
and got out as our front door opened and Nina and Sandy came out to meet
me. My neighbor was in his front yard and he waved at us.  We waved back
and went inside.  New piano.

   Sandy said, "You should've seen that lady, Mizz Sheffield, play, Dad. 
It was something."

   Nina agreed.  "She gave it a workout!  Said it's a good piano but we
need to get it tuned."

   "Yeah," I said, "The guy at the music store said we needed to do that
since it's been moved.  We need to make an appointment to have the guy come
do it."

   Sandy slid onto the bench and uncovered the keys and tried to do
something.  Didn't work.  She turned to me.  "Mizz London's coming
Thursday, and we'll get started."

   "Okay," I said.  "But you have to remember, it's going to be long time
of doing things that might not be exactly enjoyable before you get to where
you want to be."

   "We know, Dan," Nina said.  "and we're going to encourage each other."

   I eased into my recliner and kicked the foot rest up, sighing.

   Sandy stood by me.  "Too tired for your daughter to sit in your lap?"

   "I get 'im next, Sandy," Nina said.

   "Come on!"

   Squeal!  "Dad, that lady was nice.  The one that visited.  We showed her
the house and the yard an' your office an' my room an' everything."

   "She was interested in our bookshelves and your video and CD library,"
Nina said.  "I would've been, too.  She said you had too much good stuff to
be faking."

   "Well, I hope she's on our side," I admitted.

   "I think she's s'posed to be on MY side," Sandy said.

   "Smart kid," I answered, kissing the top of her head.

   She wiggled and bounced up, turning to Nina.  "Your turn!"

   "Just a little while, and then we'll make him take us out for barbecue,"
Nina said, sliding into my lap with smooth familiarity.  Her kiss was
rejuvenating.

   Wednesday morning I called the lawyer.  "Dodd," I told him, "A social
worker came by yesterday to check out the place."

   "D'you know who it was?" he asked.

   "A Mizz Sheffield," I said.

   "Oh, good!  She's completely fair, Dan.  Who'd she talk to?"

   Sandy and Nina.  She got there while our new piano was being delivered.
Nina says she seemed satisfied."

   "That's a big plus for us," Dodd said.  "Now, look, the family court
business is strange.  You need to be there at eight, you and Sandy, and
Nina, and prepare to wait.  They have you on the list, but there's no
telling where you're at, and they won't give you a time to show up.  You
just have to be there when they call."

   "My tax dollars at work, no doubt." I snorted.

   "Uh, yeah.  But that's between you an' me.  Don't say that out loud," he
laughed.

   "I'll be good," I said.

   "When they call you, I'll be there, and so will our sleazy friend.  I'm
assuming that Mizz Garrett will be there also.  She'll be waiting like you
folks.  Do NOT confront her, Dan.  That wouldn't be good."

   "I will be the epitome of self-restraint and grace."

   He continued.  "Now these family court things are kind of informal.  The
judge will review the stuff on the case and might ask questions." He
paused. "And then the judge'll pronounce his decision.  I think we'll be
happy.  I will petition for our Mizz Garrett to pay attorney fees and court
costs, and from that sum I will take you and your delightful family out for
dinner."

   "Isn't that..."

   "Crooked?  Dan ...  Dan ...  Dan...  ," he laughed.  "I'm an esteemed
officer of the court.  Would I do anything crooked?"

   I laughed.

   "No, actually, I want to pick your brain about another lawsuit I'm
involved with."

   "Then that makes it fair," I said.

   "Good!" Dodd said.  "I'll see you and your bunch tomorrow!"

   I snuck out at lunch and met Nina and Sandy.  I repeated much of Dodd's
conversation.

   "So it looks good," Nina said.

   Sandy's eyes watched me closely.  "Yes," I said.  "It sounds good for
us. Remember, if your grandma is there, we're NICE."

   "I know," Sandy said.  "But I wonder why she's doing this..."

   Nina handled that one.  "Baby, people are complex things.  Very often
they don't do things that make sense from where we're sitting, but that's
because they have things on the inside that we can't account for.  We don't
know what your grandma is thinking, baby."

   "I know, Nina," she said.

   We finished our meal.  "Ya'll're doing the library today?" I asked.

   "Uh-huh," Nina said.  "I talked to them and they said they'd be glad to
have Sandy with us, any time they have the program."

   Sandy smiled.  "I read to little kids.  One of the library ladies stays
with me, but she says I read good enough to help." Her eyes rolled.  "Dad,
they're little kid books.  Easy."

   "Well, show 'em how much fun it is to read, baby."

   I paid the check and kissed each of them and went back to work.  Very
much routine, the afternoon was.

   Thursday morning we rolled into a restaurant for breakfast and then
showed up at the courthouse.  Cursing, I returned to the car with our
cellphones.  Not allowed.  I locked them in the car and returned to the
waiting room.  I found Sandy sitting between Nina and her grandmother.

   I did greet her politely.  And her husband, who looked a little off
kilter this morning.

   She returned my greeting perfunctorily, her lips tight.  She stroked
Sandy's hair, that is, until Sandy slumped sideways against Nina.  She
looked at Nina with thinly veiled anger.

   Nina just smiled.  I knew my Nina, and she was pretty good at reading
people, and I imagined that she didn't miss the look.  She patted Sandy's
shoulder.  "Like my little sister," she smiled.

   A bailiff called for us.  I entered the courtroom last.  Nina, Sandy and
I stood with Dodd.  Glenda stood next to the sleazeball who was her
attorney.  The bailiff read the case off and then swore the whole bunch of
us to oath.

   "Mister Smythe," the judge said, "I have serious question as to why you
see fit to bring this question before the court.  What do you say..."

   The smarmy bastard played his best card.  "Your Honor," he said, "my
client has limited knowledge of the suitability of the father to provide a
proper home for the child, having had little contact with him since he and
her daughter divorced.  She is petitioning to insure the best of homes for
the welfare of the child."

   I cut my eyes to Dodd, who was just barely smiling.

   "Do you have evidence that her father is NOT a suitable parent, or that
his life circumstances preclude him from giving her a proper home
environment?"

   I sensed that we had a judge who'd perhaps seen a little too much of the
sleazoid lawyer.  I kept my thoughts to myself.

   "He has recently married an extremely young girl, Your Honor..."

   The judge raised his hand.  "Smythe, don't go there.  Last week you were
in my court claiming that a kid needed to stay with her single, seventeen
year old mom, no daddy known.  And Mister uhhh ...  Gleason here's her
natural father, fully employed, and legally married." He paused.  "I have a
visitation report from social services.  Very favorable.  I have a
background check on both Mister Gleason and his wife, Nina Sayers Gleason,
and I'd have 'em babysitting my great-grandkids." He directed his comment
to Mrs.  Garrett and her husband.  "Folks, I question your judgment in
undertaking this quest.  You would be advised to reconcile with your
grand-daughter's father if you wish to remain in her life.  I find no
reason for awarding custody to you."

   I felt Sandy tug my hand, barely suppressing a squeal of glee.  Nina
touched my other hand.

   "Mister Gleason, Miss Sandy, Miss Nina, "I'm sorry that you had to even
show up her today.  Mister Gleason, did you incur any charges for retaining
the services of Mister Grantham?"

   "Yes, Your Honor," I said.  "I haven't got an amount, though."

   "Mister Grantham, I see where you've counter-sued for fees and costs. 
Mister Smythe, you are advised that if I have to pass judgment on that
issue, I will find for the Gleasons, and I will attach substantial costs to
it.  I recommend that you settle with them in an expeditious manner. 
Custody remains with Dan Gleason.  This case is closed."

   "Thank you, Your Honor," Sandy said.

   "You're welcome, Miss Sandy," he answered.

   We got out of the building as soon as we could.  On the courthouse
steps, Dodd laughed.  "Boy, that's as close to a public butt-chewing as I
ever saw from THAT judge.  Smythe would've been better off just dropping
the issue before we walked in there." He bent over to Sandy.  "Miss Sandy,
you don't have to worry about anything now, baby!"

   "But I do have to worry.  If I don't learn to play piano, he's gonna
chain me to it." She smiled sweetly, eyes sparkling.

   "Good kid there, Dan," He laughed.

   We walked towards the parking lot, the three of us, hand in hand.  I
heard a voice call my name.  I turned and saw Andy Garret hustling toward
us.

   "Dan," he said.  "Look, I'm sorry about all this.  I mean, we lost our
only daughter, and that's hard enough, but Glenda kinda went off the deep
end.  I'm tryin' to get her to go see a doctor or somethin' but she can be
hard-headed.  All I'm askin' is that you still let us visit Sandy, okay?"
All in one breath.

   "We'll visit, Paw-paw," Sandy said.  "I won't forget you." And she held
her arms out for him to hug her.  Glenda was nowhere in sight.

   "We'll work something out, Andy," I said.  "Kids need grandpas and
grandmas, too.  But she lives with us, okay..."

   "I never wanted this," he admitted.

   "I figured that, Andy.  We'll see you later.  And Sandy'll call, okay?"

   "Okay, son," he said.

   He turned and walked away.

   "Wow," Nina said.

   We got in our car and headed home.  It was lunchtime now, so we stopped
and fought the crowd for a bite to eat, I dropped them off at the house and
then went in for a short day at work.

   Harv saw me walk in.  "You get things taken care of?" he asked.

   "Yep.  I am the proud possessor of a ten year old girl.  Just like we
wanted."

   "Great!" he said.  "Good for you!  We need to get together at my house
soon.  Bring the bunch.  Pool party!"

   "We'll do that." Good people.  I worked with some.  A crew of them was
swapping out a transformer the size of a pickup truck in the plant, and I
took my golfcart over there to check on progress.

   One of the electricians saw me coming.  "Uh-oh," he said.  "Look busy.
Here he comes!" When I got closer, he laughed at his own joke.  "Hi! 
You're smiling!"

   "Yeah, I'm smiling," I laughed.  "Because that's the first time I've
seen you in a month that you weren't sitting down with a coffee mug in your
hand."

   "He's got YOUR number there, Brody," one of the other electricians said.

   "We didn't expect to see you here, Dan," Brody said.  "Ol' Harv said you
had to go to court."

   "Yeah, kid stuff," I said.  "Got it taken care of."

   "So you an' that young girl are keepin' your kid?" Everybody knew of my
ex-wife's passing and my marriage to eighteen year old Nina.

   "Yep!"

   "Ain't that a kink?  I mean, If I had an eighteen year old wife..."

   The guy standing behind him said, "Brody, if you had an eighteen year
old wife you'd have to spoon-feed 'er because she'd hafta be brain-dead to
marry you..."

   "And she'd STILL be your intellectual superior!" somebody else tossed
in.

   "Wow!  That conversation went downhill fast..." I laughed.  Good crew.
Insensitive and ribald humor was part of the schtick.  "Since everybody's
smiling, I assume that this swap is going good?"

   "Yeah," Steve-o said, straightening up.  "All we have left to do is open
the manhole an' stuff Brody inside."

   "Don't do that," I chuckled.  "We'd have to change the oil, an' that's
ecologically irresponsible."

   I hopped back in my cart and rolled the perimeter of the switchyard,
then returned to my office.  Jannie stopped me.  "Harv says ya'll came out
okay over Sandy?"

   "Yeah.  Judge ruled in our favor.  She lives with us."

   "You're her dad, Dan.  I don't know why Glenda did that." Jannie knew my
ex's family.  Cousins or something.  Who knows these things?

   "I don't know either," I said.  "No reason for it.  Y'know, without that
maneuver, Sandy'd be spending nights and weekends with 'em.  But now, I'm
kind of scared to let her go over there unsupervised."

   "Oh, I don't think she'd, like, kidnap 'er or something like that. 
That's why she got a lawyer.  'Sides, Andy WILL get fed up after a while
and put his foot down.  I've seen it." She sighed.  "SO how's this sittin'
with Nina?"

   "Nina acts like she's got a little sister now.  They're starting piano
lessons together.  First one's this evening.  She's good with it."

   "She seems like such an angel, Dan.  Everybody who knows her..."

   "She is, Jan," I smiled.  "I must've rescued puppies in a previous life
to get this kind of Karma."

   She laughed.  "And now you got Sandy.  I hope ya'll are happy."

   "Thanks, Jan.  I'm sure we will be." I returned to my office and ran
through some email and a couple of voicemails, and it was time to go home.
I called.

   "Hi, sweetie," Nina answered.  "We're celebratin'.  Grandma told me how
to make chicken pot pie."

   "Yum!" I said.  "I'll be there in a minute.  This has been a day."

   "Oh, I know.  I was straining myself.  But it's over.  Here's Sandy!"

   "Hey, daddy!" she said.  "ILOVEYOUSOMEBODY'SATTHEDOOR.  Bye!"

   I pulled into the drive and walked in to meet Mizz Lester, the piano
teacher.  She showed them some fundamentals and some exercises and then
smiled, pushing her glasses up on her nose.

   "You have to see to it that they both practice, now.  Otherwise you're
wasting your money and their time.  But they both seem eager.  I think
we'll do well, and have fun." She turned to the girls.  "Practice. 
Practice.  Practice, until your fingers learn.  Don't be afraid to close
your eyes and let your fingers do what they know how to do.  And I will see
you Tuesday."

   "Yes ma'am, thank you," Nina answered.

   "Thank you, Mizz Lester," Sandy added.

   Mizz Lester left.  I flopped into my chair and wiggled my feet.  Nina
started taking my shoes off and Sandy slid onto my lap.

   "Dad, we're a family now!" she said.

   "You and your dad were ALWAYS a family.  And then I married 'im and now
WE'RE a family.  Even before..."

   Sandy turned to Nina.  "I love you, Nina.  You make my dad happy.  And
that makes me happy.  But the judge says we're OFFICIALLY a family!"

   "Yeah, cutie pie," I said.  "Just remember how happy you are right now
when you get mad because I tell you to pick up your clothes and clean your
room or help out in the yard."

   Sandy turned to Nina for support.  "Nina, don't I help out?"

   "You do, sweetie," Nina said.  "That's how this works.  We all do a
piece of it."

   "That's fair," I said.  "And a lot of life isn't.  Now let's see what
Nina can do for chicken pot pie!"

   Nina did pretty good, actually.  I said so.

   She smiled.  "We can't eat out or order pizza EVERY night," she said. 
"And with you working and me an' Sandy staying home, we can cook.  Now I
wish I'd paid more attention to Grandma.  And she invited us over for
dinner tomorrow evening."

   "Great," I said.  "How're they doing?"

   "Happy as can be," she said.  "I told 'er about Sandy and the mess an'
everything.  She wants to meet my daughter."

   Sandy giggled.  "I get to adopt grandparents," she chirped.

   "How can they NOT adore her, Dan?"

   Sandy's eyes twinkled.  "Yeah, Dad!  I am adorable, you know..."

   "I know," I said.  "And almost too old to tickle!" I scooped her up and
tickled her ribs, holding her as she dissolved into a giggly mess.  Two
cats came running to view the commotion.  Nina sat and patted her lap and
Sam, the big mooch, jumped up to be petted.

   Sandy caught her breath.  "Dad, Sam never got in YOUR lap.  Look!"

   "I know," I said.  "That's 'cuz Nina's part cat herself."

   Nina smiled at me, blue eyes and freckled perfection.  I reached down to
stroke MY cat, and all I got for the effort was his "leave me the hell
alone" look.  I plopped down on the sofa beside her and the stupid cat
left, an event noted with a giggle from Sandy.  Mister Mittens sauntered
over.  He was everybody's cat, a big ol' fluffball, and he gave me my kitty
fix.

   "So did we practice today?" I asked.

   "Uh-huh," Nina said.  "both of us.  I can feel muscles in my arms that I
didn't feel before."

   Sandy flipped the cover up on the keyboard.  "This is what we're s'posed
to do, Dad!" She tried, tentative notes punctuated with "Oops!" and "Not
like THAT!" She turned to me sheepishly.  "It's not as easy as it looks,"
she admitted.

   "It doesn't look that easy, baby," I said.  "But it's first steps."

   "Make me stay at it, Dad," Sandy said.  "I WANT to learn.  But if I ...
just don't let me give up."

   "We won't, Sandy," Nina said.

   Saturday was Helen and Ed's wedding, a little more formal than mine and
Nina's, but still at the Baptist church.  They made a lovely couple, too,
very nicely dressed and obviously very happy and we were happy for them.

   Helen had Nina and Sandy ("My new grand-daughter!") stand in as informal
matron of honor and bridesmaid.  I stood on the front row as Ed's oldest
son stood in as best man, and Ed's grand-daughter stood with Sandy as
bridesmaid, too.  They made a cute pair, and I took as many pictures as I
could of the proceedings.

   The reception was also slightly better than ours, but still in the
church's recreation hall, so we sipped lime punch and ate finger foods and
smiled and then watched two sixty-something year old people depart for a
honeymoon.

   Sunday was Sandy's day to try out her new kayak, and the three of us did
just fine.  Sandy's kayak floated on the water like a cork with her ninety
pounds.  She paddled along like a trooper, though, as we navigated the
sheltered waters of the slow-moving river.  A quarter mile from the
landing, on our return, I heard, "Dad, I'm getting tired..."

   "We don't have far to go.  Just around this bend..."

   "I'm really tired." Right on the edge of whining.

   "We'll make it, baby," Nina said.

   "But I'm tired.  Really.  Dad, can you pull me?"

   "Sandy, I could, but you can make it the little distance we have left,
and you will have done the whole trip by yourself.  In the new kayak YOU
wanted..."

   "But I'm still TIRED."

   And we kept paddling as we talked, rounding the bend, bringing the
landing in sight.

   "Okay, Dad.  I'll let you be mean to me..." and a heart-rending sigh. 
She turned her blonde head and looked at me with big blue eyes and I guess
I was supposed to melt.  I almost did.  Then I saw a paddle blade flash
downward.  "Race ya!"

   She had a head start, and I didn't pull too hard, and Nina paced her,
and we all hit the little beach simultaneously.  As we loaded the kayaks
onto the trailer, I told Sandy her arms were going to be really sore.

   "I can feel 'em already," she said.  She looked at Nina.  "You're used
to this, huh?"

   "Yes," Nina answered, "But the first time we did this, I thought my arms
were going to fall off the next day.  But it's good now!  Maybe we'll go
after your dad gets off work during the week.  There's a spot closer to
home that we could do before dark during the week."

   "But I'll be sore," Sandy said.

   "And that'll be the best thing for it.  Trust me," Nina said.

   We got home and grilled burgers for dinner.  Two weeks into her new life
with us, and Sandy had a handful of friends up and down the street, kids
her age, and they came over.  A smart dad cooks extra.

   I noticed that Sandy's two girl friends were running a bit toward
plumpness, one a little more than the other, and made a mental note to make
sure that we emphasized physical activities.

   After dinner, the five of us, me, Nina, Sandy, and her two friends
tossed a Frisbee around for a little while until it was almost dark.  They
went home and we went inside.

   After showers, the three of us, clad in nightclothes, were in the living
room playing cards.  I brought the subject up.

   "They're not FAT, Dad," Sandy said.  "Well, just a little, you know ...
I think they're cute, though."

   Nina cut her eyes to me, raising an eyebrow.  I plunged on.  "I know
they're cute, baby, but they're ten, uh?"

   "Uh-huh," Sandy admitted.

   "And if they don't do something now, it's much harder to do later. 
That's one reason why we swim and kayak and stuff.  I'm older, and putting
on weight at my age is worse than it is for your age.  So we do a lot of
outside stuff."

   "I know.  But I still like playin' my X-Box, too..."

   "And your piano?" Nina asked.

   "That, too!" Sandy grinned.

   After the card game, we retired to the sofa, me in the middle, Sandy
next to Nina, Nina next to me.  Sandy slumped sideways, laying her head on
Nina's lap.  Nina idly stroked the blonde hair.

   "We're a family, right, Dad?" Sandy asked.

   "Yes, we are, little one," I said.

   "Me an' you an' Nina."

   "Three of us, baby," Nina said.

   "I miss Mom," Sandy said.  It'd been a couple of weeks now, a month
since she last saw her Mom, two since losing her.  Nina was the one that
seemed to end up with Sandy in her arms when the memory came flooding back,
along with the tears, but I hadn't noted a breakdown in a couple of days
now.

   "I know you do, baby," I said.  "I know you do."

   Nina bent over and kissed Sandy lightly on the top of her head.

   "But Dad," Sandy said, "I love you an' Nina, and this is the family we
have now.  And it's gonna be good."

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