Message-ID: <4903eli$9710161143@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/4903.txt> From: vickietern@aol.com (VickieTern) Subject: New TG: Fury 2/37 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <19971016130000.JAA10381@ladder02.news.aol.com> Hell Hath No Fury Part 2 of 37 ================================ (c) Darkside@nym.alias.net If you are'nt legally entitled to read this. Don't ------------------------------------------------------------------ BOOK 1: Hell Hath No Fury. ========================== "Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned" William Congreve 1670-1729 1. Prelude ========== The day was perfect, the sun shone in a brilliance that had seldom been seen in that part of the country. But then again it was the day I was supposed to get married. I say supposed because I wasn't really in love with Elizabeth. It's a shame I only really realised that fact as I got out of the wedding limousine. How would her family react, what about my family even, could I ever live down the shame of jilting her? I am getting too far ahead of myself though so let's begin at the beginning. Once upon a time.. No, that's not right. Anyway it was about four years ago that my car had, had a puncture and the only spare tyre I had was in my wishful thinking. Debating whether to walk the 35 klicks to the nearest town or to wait for help wasn't really an option as the temperature outside had to be in the minuses, and knowing my luck I would freeze to death before I got more than half way. So I waited, running the engine just to keep warm and watching the snow begin to fall in a soft but menacing way. Three hours later and my fuel ran out, and with night falling and with not a single car in sight things looked bleak. As darkness and cold came over me and I began to sink into unconsciousness my last thought was 'What was that cartoon with the family who was trapped in a prehistoric world?' I remember hearing a voice, a lady's voice that seemed to sound as though from heaven. Its softly spoken eloquent tones warmed my heart and made me think that perhaps I had been good enough after all. The voice said 'check his insurance'. It was at that moment in a blurry haze I saw her, radiant in a white coat and looking concerned. I needed to thank her for saving me and to express the feelings welling up inside of me but all that came out was 'Uhhhh wher' 'SShhh rest now' that wonderful voice replied Later much later (I was told around three days) I awoke saddened not to see my nightingale in the white coat but an elderly figure again in white. 'Don't Worry You'll be out of here as soon as Dr Bexley gives her permission' 'Dr Bexley?' 'Yes I believe you have sort of met. In fact if it hadn't been for her you probably would have been dead by now' So Dr Bexley was the nightingale's name 'I would very much like to thank Dr Bexley for saving me' 'Of course -- I will just go and see if she is free' And with that the doctor went out. An hour or so later there was a knock on the door. 'Can I come in' (Oh That Voice!) 'Please' In walked perhaps the most beautiful lady I had seen, She was about my age (27) and height (5'10), with long auburn hair that seemed to emit a golden glow all by its self. Blue eyes looked at me with concern whilst the lab coat did nothing to hide the slender,slyph like body underneath. As she walked into the room she seemed to glide with an almost aristocratic air. 'How are you feeling' 'Better' I croaked(come closer please..) She obeyed my thought and stood over me which gave me a better chance to study her face. Eyes, definitely blue but with an everso slight touch of gray Nose Just right maybe just a little large, more Courtney Cox than Jennifer Aniston though. Lips full, the mouth was a little large but a wonderful pout. Oh Yes a cute spattering of tiny freckles to give that vulnerable little girl look. 'I think you will be able to leave us in a day or so' 'Great'(Can't we make that a week!) As she bent down to look at the various monitoring equipment I caught sight of two smallish but well formed breasts(I later found out 36C). I really MUST get to know this lady I thought. 'This may seem forward but could I ask you out to dinner, to say thank you once I am out?' I asked. That face looked thoughtful 'sure next Friday week, at the Italian about 8' (yes yes yes yes!) I am rambling on here. Anyway to cut a very long story short we just seemed to hit it off right away. If that voice was spellbinding her laugh would keep one trapped forever. Looking back on things I can see that something was just not quite right, yes she was beautiful, intelligent and her daddy owned the hospital she worked in but in those days I didn't care. The Sex was great and her body was every bit as gorgeous as I had dreamed. Six months Later she proposed to me, and knowing that I was unlikely to find anyone better I accepted. During our engagement she did seem jealous if I even spoke to another lady but nothing too serious. So here I was standing in front of the priest, in this glorious sunny day saying, 'I'm sorry Elizabeth I can't marry you. You are the most wonderful lady I have ever known but I don't love you and I must tell you this to save your heartache later' She sobbed great sobs and just kept repeating 'You will marry me, you will marry me' over and over. Her parents looked at me with hate whilst mine just looked sad. As the Taxi took me away I wondered If I had made the right choice... 2. Blessing =========== Two Years, several jobs and a pointless relationship later I found myself touring the country looking for a place to finally settle down. I had finally decided a small town in the mid-west was about right and had begun to make a name for myself there. Things were at last looking better. With the pain and anguish of Dr Elizabeth Bexley PhD behind me the only sour point was the lack of companionship. Six months later this too was resolved in the shape of Jane. How shall I describe darling Jane. Being honest she wasn't in the same league as Elizabeth. Not ugly or plain by any means but she did lack her aristocratic beauty and of course her nightingale voice. What she did have though was a kind and graceful spirit that is so rare these days. As Forest Gump once said 'we went together like peas and carrots'. I described Elizabeth in detail so I suppose I must now describe Jane. She was a little younger (28) than I was and a little smaller at 5'7. Her hair was short, bobbed raven black and coupled with green eyes gave her face a feline quality. Her body was firm, lithe and athletic but not overly muscled. Again I would have to say cat-like, and in fact she moved with a silence and grace that was almost panther like. Of course I nicknamed her 'Kat' which she seemed to enjoy, though because she regarded us as special we had agreed to wait to see if the 'Kat' could purr. But it was her inner heart that really appealed. She knew exactly how to handle me, when to give in, when to stand firm and most of all how to love. Exactly one year after meeting her I proposed, which she accepted. I am standing here at the altar (again) waiting for my beloved. At this time I cannot but help feel sorry for Elizabeth, whose heart I broke so long ago. Wait, here comes my beloved Kat. What a wonderful dress. Look how it shows off her wonderful curves and how radiant she looks. We married in a blur, that wonderful feeling you get when you *know* that you have actually done the right thing. When the priest pronounced us husband and wife the years of pain fell away like leaves in the fall. I was looking forward to our three week honeymoon in Egypt, a place she had always been attracted to (maybe it was cat in her?). After a long flight we collapsed into our hotel(5 star of course) too drained to consummate our union. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Have You Missed a Part?. 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