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	Snowbound
	by Ann Douglas
            (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

Part Two


	Luck was with them as they entered the
closest shop.  A couple were just getting up from
a booth.  They ordered coffee and spent a few
minutes catching up.  Ilyssia told him all about life
in New York, at least the sanitized version that
she normally told family members.  She was sure
that Sean wouldn’t react the same way as her
parents had when they learned that their ‘little
girl’, as they still referred to her, hadn’t been a
little girl since her 17th birthday.  That was when
she had let Tommy Mallory put his thing inside of
her.  An event that happened more and more
frequently the older she got.  Ilyssia was far from
what anyone could call promiscuous, but she was
a sexually aggressive woman and not afraid to go
after what she wanted.
	Sean, in turn, brought her up to date on
the doings in Spring Valley.  Ilyssia took in every
word, surprising herself at how interested she was
in what her friends lives were now like.
	“And you know Kimberly had twins last
summer.”  Sean was saying as he sipped his
coffee. “Johnny’s taking over his father’s lumber
business couldn’t have come at a better time.”
	The image of Johnny North, now Sean’s
son-in-law came to mind.  Of course the image
that Ilyssia kept was much different than the one
carried in the older man’s wallet.  In Ilyssia’s
image, Johnny was both naked and muscular,
holding a cock the size of which that you rarely
saw outside of a porno flick.  If she learned
nothing else about Johnny during the spring they
had been an item, it was that he was equally
fantastic in bed.  No lover since had equaled those
two fantastic months. She envied her friend when
she considered that Kim had him in bed with her
every night.
	Well, it had been her decision to end the
relationship, she reminded herself. As good as
they were in bed together, they shared much
different dreams.  Johnny had no greater goal than
to one day run the family business.  A goal she
was now glad to hear he had reached.  She, on the
other hand, had her sights set higher -- and
spending her best years in Spring Valley wasn’t
part of the plan.
	“And how is Amanda doing?”  Ilyssia
asked, immediately realizing that she had made a
stupid blunder.
	“I hear she’s doing fine.” Sean said
unemotionally, taking another sip of his coffee.
	“I’m sorry, I asked without thinking.”  she
apologized.
	“That’s okay,”  he said. “She’s someone
you know and it’s only natural for you to ask
about her.”  he paused a moment, then added, “If
you’ll excuse me a few minutes, I need to use the
facilities.  Another problem with growing older.”
he grinned.
	“Damn, that was stupid!”  Ilyssia
admonished herself.  “How could I ask him about
Amanda.  What was I thinking?”
	Amanda Murphy O’Shaughnessey was
Kimberly’s mother and Sean’s wife of over 30
years.  That was until their divorce last year. They
had been married when Sean was 18 and she had
just turned 17.  Over three decades, they had
raised 4 children and saw 6 grandchildren come
into their life as well.  Then one day it all came
apart.  Rumor had it that Sean came home
unexpectedly one day and found Amanda in a
compromising position with one of her students.
She was a professor of English literature at the
local community college. No one in town was
really sure, since Sean hadn’t made an issue of it
at the divorce hearing.  He had simply said they
had irreconcilable differences and Amanda hadn’t
contested that statement.
	Actually, one other person in Spring
Valley did know what happened. Amanda had
frantically called her daughter right after Sean
walked out.  Kimberly, needing someone to talk
to, someone she trusted but still distant enough to
keep anyone in town from knowing, had called
Ilyssia in New York.
	Considering her own somewhat sexually
adventurous background, Ilyssia shouldn’t have
been shocked by the story Kimberly confided in
her -- but she was.  It wasn’t the sort of thing that
she imaged happened in their home town.  Of
course she was wrong about that. Things like that
happened in small towns everywhere.  They just
didn’t get talked about as much as in the big cities.
	Sean had indeed found Amanda on the
floor of their basement party room with one of her
students, both of them wearing less clothes than
you’d see on the beach.
	What no one knew was that aside from the
sandy haired 20 year old, who’s cock was at that
moment siding in and out of the 48 year old
woman’s mouth, there was a second, similarly
clad, young man who was busy burying his own
cock between her legs.  Standing beside them was
a third young man, totally naked and stroking his
cock, eager to join in on the fun.
	A dozen possible actions had flashed
through Sean’s mind as he beheld the orgy going
on in his own home.  The most extreme of which
was to grab the shotgun he kept in the next room
and blow them all to hell.  Few people in this small
town would’ve convicted him under these
circumstances.  Instead he simply stood there until
he knew Amanda had seen him.  Then he simply
turned and walked away.  He never came back to
the house and never saw Amanda again until the
day of the divorce hearing.  He had sent his three
sons to pack up all his things and move them into
a new house he rented.
	What not even Kimberly understood was
the real reason Sean had simply walked out of a
30 year marriage. The obvious reason, that his
wife was screwing around on him was also the
wrong reason.  Sean O’Shaughnessey was no
innocent babe in the woods, especially in sexual
matters.  Back when they’d first been married,
before the kids had started coming with
astonishing regularity, he and Amanda had led a
somewhat sexually adventurous life of their own.
They were young, and it was the 60’s after all.
They’d  been at parties where they’d swapped
partners, had a third in bed with them -- of both
sexes. Amanda had even had a brief same sex
affair during their second year of marriage.  Then
when the first baby came, they both decided it was
time to settle down and put their games aside.
	It was the knowledge that Amanda had
started those games without his knowledge that
bothered him the most.  He later found out that
she had been bedding students for the better part
of ten years.  Yet even that he could’ve dealt with.
What he couldn’t come to terms with was the fact
that she had come to him almost a year before and
told him that she no longer had any interest in
having sexual relations and she would appreciate
it if he wouldn’t make any demands on her in that
area.
	It hadn’t been a turn of events that he
envisioned at that point in their life together.
After all, they’d had a still active sex life.  Still, it
was a request he had to respect.  Amanda had
hinted that if he felt that he had to go elsewhere to
take care of his needs, she would understand.  But
that wasn’t the kind of man Sean O’Shaughnessey
was, as she well knew.  So in spite of many
opportunities, since he was still an attractive man,
he had remained celibate since that day.
	“I saw the jeep from the motel outside.”
Sean said as he came back to the table. “We’d
better get going.”
	They had stored their larger luggage in one
of the lockers and only took a small bag each.
Better to travel light since they would be back
here in the morning.

	The quarter mile trip to the motel took
almost a half hour in the bad weather.  If it wasn’t
for their driver’s skill with the 4x4, they would’ve
been involved in at least two accidents. By the
time they arrived, Sean wondered if perhaps they
might’ve been safer staying back at O’Hare.
	“Here we are, safe and sound.”  the young
woman behind the wheel said as if she could read
Sean’s mind. “Watch your step when you go up
the walk, I know they salted it before I left but it
can still get icy in this wind.”
	Both Ilyssia and Sean thanked her for the
ride and hurried inside.  Chicago was certainly
living up to her nickname as ‘the windy city’.

	No sooner had they stepped inside and
began to dust the snow from their coats when the
air was shattered by a booming voice.
	“Sean, you miserable old SOB, how the
hell are you?”  called out the gray bearded man
from behind the counter.
	  Sean smiled as the voice’s owner spun
around in his wheelchair and rolled himself out
from behind the counter, quickly moving to shake
Sean’s hand.
	“Damn, it’s good to see you again.”
Bobby Wilson said as he energetically pumped his
friend’s hand.
	“Bobby, you look great.”  Sean replied
with enthusiasm in his voice. He released his
friend’s hand to instead give him a bear hug.

	Ilyssia watched as the two men embraced,
wondering what the relationship between them
was.  It was obvious that they were close friends.
Sean had mentioned that they had been Army
buddies, but until an hour ago she couldn’t have
imagined this gentle man in the military.
	“And this is Lisa, I mean Ilyssia
Giordano.”  Sean said as he motioned to his
companion.
	“Any friend of Sean’s is always welcome.”
Bobby said, the wicked gleam in his eyes very
evident to Ilyssia.

	“Did your desk clerk tell you that we’d
need an extra room for Ilyssia?”  Sean asked.
	“An extra room?”  Bobby repeated.  “No,
he just told me that you’d called and said that you
were bringing a girl with you.  I just assumed
that....”
	Seeing where Bobby was headed, Sean
quickly cut him off.
	“Bobby, she’s a friend of my daughter’s.”
he said in a lower tone.  “I happened to run into
her at the airport.”
	“Shit, Sean, I believe you.”  Bobby replied.
“But even if that idiot clerk had gotten your phone
message straight, I don’t have another room to be
had.  I’ve even had my staff quad up in order to
rent out their rooms.”
	Sean turned and looked at Ilyssia for a
moment, a look of apology on his face.
	“Of course I suppose I could give her my
room and bunk in with you.”  Bobby mused.  “I
did save you my best room, it’s up on the second
floor.”
	Sean realized the offer Bobby was making.
Ever since he lost the use of his legs, Bobby never
slept anywhere but on the first floor of a building.
He had a terrible fear of fire and was forever
worried about being trapped on the second floor.
	“No, Bobby, that won’t be necessary.”
Sean said.  “We’ll make do.”
	“I’ll do it, you know that.”  Bobby said.
	“I know you would, but I don’t want you
to.”  Sean said.
	“All right, but you know how I feel about
you, pal.”  Bobby said.  “If it wasn’t for you, I’d
be laying in a plot in some Veteran’s Cemetery
instead of in this chair.  It might not have been a
perfect life, but it’s still a life.”
	The bearded man had caught Ilyssia’s
interest.  He could tell that she’d been wondering
about the connection between the two men.
	“Don’t let this old fart fool you.”  Bobby
said to Ilyssia.  “He’s one of the bravest men I’ve
ever known.”
	“Bobby, let’s not get into this.”  Sean said,
somewhat embarrassed.
	“It was back in ‘65, when old LBJ was
President.” Bobby said, determined to tell his
story.  “We were two of the lucky one’s who got
to spend their summer vacations in beautiful,
tropical, South Vietnam.”
	Sean was now clearly annoyed but Ilyssia
was totally fascinated.  Bobby was talking about
names and places she’s only seen in a history
book.
	“We were on guard duty one night in Tuy
Hoa, up by Highway One,  when Charlie opened
up with a motor barrage.”  Bobby said as his eyes
saw images from decades past.  “So like the brave
soul I was, I froze.  Just like that, scared stiff.
Then the lights go out as I catch some fragments
from a round that landed way too close. Next
thing I know, Sean here grabs hold of me and
carries me into a ditch, saving what was left of my
miserable life.”
	“Bobby, how many times do I have to tell
you.  There was nothing brave about it.”  Sean
interjected.  “I was diving for the ditch and you
were between me and it.  I had to knock you into
it in order to get by.”
	“Bullshit!”  Bobby thundered.  “I’m not
going to sit here and let this little lady think you
were some kind of coward.”
	Quickly he turned his attention back to
Ilyssia.
	“What he’s not telling you, pretty lady, is
that once the shelling stopped,  Charlie started to
storm the base.  Sean here picks me up and carries
me a half mile through the jungle and around the
flank of the VC attack.   All the while, the SOB is
bleeding like a mother fu....  er like a stuck pig,
from a fragment he caught in his own leg.  It was
enough to get us both shipped home ”
	Ilyssia knew the story was true.  She’d
seen the long jagged scar on Sean’s leg numerous
times over the years when she’d been over to
swim in the O’Shaughnessey’s  pool.  Sean would
never explain how he’d got it, just that it was an
old injury.
	“Okay, history lessons over.”  Sean said,
changing the subject.  “I think it’s time we turned
in.”
	“Room 214.”  Bobby said as he handed
them a set of keys, now satisfied that he’d said his
piece. “Just off the top of the stairs.”
	As Sean leaned over to take to keys,
Bobby whispered too low for Ilyssia to hear.
	“I’m afraid it only has a double bed, pal.”
he said.  “But maybe you can string a blanket
across the middle like they did in those old
movies.”  he laughed.
	“Bobby never changes.”  Sean thought as
he picked up his bag and began to follow Ilyssia
up the stairs.  “He’s still incorrigible.  But then,
that’s why I still love him so.”

	True to his word, Bobby had saved the
best room in the house for his friend. It wasn’t the
Hilton, but it was more than comfortable.  Most
of the rooms on the first floor had been cut in half
and reconstructed to accommodate the hourly
trade.
	“It’s pretty nice, you have to admit.”  Sean
noted.
	“Right now, all I care about is that it has a
hot shower.”  Ilyssia said. “I feel like I’ve been in
these clothes for days.”
	“Well the bathroom’s all yours.”  Sean
said as he tossed his bag on the bed and opened it
to get out his stuff.

	The sound of running water filled the
room as he heard Ilyssia turn on the shower.  Sean
tried to block out the image of the young woman
behind the thin door, now devoid of clothes and
stepping under the warm stream.  There was no
denying that Lisa, now Ilyssia had grown into a
quite desirable young woman.  In fact, she was
even more attractive that her mother at her age.
The Giordano’s had been one of the first couples
they had become friendly with when they moved
to Spring Valley.  After first meeting Donna
Giordano, Sean was almost sorry that they had
left their spouse swapping days behind them.  He
didn’t blame Bobby for assuming that he had
brought her there to help warm his bed.  As if a
young woman like that would be interested in an
old fossil like him.  Still a man could fantasize, no
harm in that after all.


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