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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 18 (M/F) (414 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 24th section (I may have lost count because of split-chapter
uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue.  This is the first
chapter of Book III.  For those of you who may have had problems finding the
various pieces, the chronology is Book II, Book I, and then Book III.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  There is an addendum, however.  This book contains a
PLOT!  Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's
gray cells.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 18

Kathy was waiting for Ken Stark when he saluted the quarterdeck and left his
ship.  Something was wrong.  Then she knew what it was.  He had no luggage,
not even a small bag for a shirt and toiletries, but he had a newspaper folded
under his arm.  Ken opened the car door and got in.  He intended just to give
Kathy a peck of a kiss, but when his lips touched hers he tasted the sweetness
and fire... and heard those damned bells.  He was pissed and he was going to
really tell her off tonight.  He reluctantly ended the kiss, sat back in his
seat and stared straight ahead.  Kathy put the car in gear and rolled off in
the direction of Virginia Beach.

The ride to her apartment was silent.  'Uh oh, he's pissed!  Am I going to get
it tonight,' she thought.  She shivered involuntarily as she remembered the
spanking he had given her after the freezing-pool episode.  Her loins were
getting hot now that she was close to him.  'God,' she thought, 'how I love
this guy... and I've only known him for three days.'  Kathy was wearing the
same Levi's she had on in the morning along with her Yale sweatshirt.

They went into the apartment and Kathy led the way back to the library.  She
motioned for him to sit down while she prepared drinks for both of them.  "I
think this is a martini night, Ken," she said softly.  "Will you join me?"  He
nodded and she made the drinks and joined him on the sofa.  She offered him a
cigarette which he accepted.  She took one and he lighted them both.

Then he sipped his martini... and got madder.  He didn't want the martini to
be perfect, exactly the way he liked it, but it was.  He was not surprised.
But the time had come.  He turned to face her.  "Kathy Smith, you lied to me!
You deceived me!  You tricked me!  You... you..."  he yelled.

Kathy was hurt, but she knew what he was referring to.  She responded softly,
"I'm sorry, Ken.  I certainly didn't mean to lie to you."

Ken looked at the girl and was baffled.  'How, in the name of God,' he
thought, 'can you stay mad at a girl who looks like an angel?  Who responds to
his yelling in a soft voice?  Who seems to be apologizing to him for... for
what?  What had she done, anyway?'  He realized that his anger had evaporated
like a puff of smoke.  He looked at her serious face just looking at him
waiting for him to continue.  She was expecting and prepared to accept
punishment for...  for nothing.  He smiled at her and watched as she blossomed
under his smile.  'God, she's beautiful!' he thought.  Aloud, he said softly,
"Will you give me a kiss?"

She leaped across the sofa and into his arms.  She kissed him lovingly and
lingeringly.  It was soft... warm... and almost worshipful.  He heard the
bells.  He looked into her eyes and saw a wonderful warmth and love.  'For
me...  Kathy really loves me!'  He let her go, and straightened her body
parallel to his.  They had their long legs resting on the cocktail table.

She rested her head on his shoulder and snuggled.  She whispered, "Ken, let's
neck."

"Could we talk first, Hon?  I feel like such an idiot, jumping on you like
that.  But darling, it's been such a wild day.  My phone's been ringing off
the hook!  A guy I went to school with saw us together on Saturday night and
called.  I didn't notice him, but he saw us.  I asked him why in hell he
didn't come over, and he said -- in a hushed and reverent tone, for God's
sake, 'But you were with Kathy Smith!'  I thought he had lost his mind.  Then
I did something I never do: I looked at a newspaper.  What do I find?  A major
news feature on Kathy Smith and her sudden resignation as Assistant District
Attorney.  It had a full biographic background: summa cum laude from Yale with
a Phi Beta Kappa key, summa again from University of Virginia Law School
graduating number one.  How you turned down megabucks to be an assistant DA.
It reviewed your one-year career in detail.  Then my father called.  He asked
me to apologize to you for not recognizing you at the club.  Nice guy, my
father!  He says it was because he couldn't believe I could move so far up in
class.  He says you are the kind of girl that every son should bring home...
and leave with his father.  What a lecher!"

Ken grinned, and Kathy said with mock thoughtfulness, "I like your father!  He
shows discerning judgment and good taste.  No wonder he has four stars!"

She grinned and Ken continued, "Do me a favor?  Bring me your purse."  Kathy
hopped up, got the purse, and handed it to him.  He opened it, drew the
LadySmith, and looked at it carefully.  "So this is it.  It saved a lot of
lives."  He looked at her and held out his arms.  "Come here, doll."

Kathy looked at him fondly but didn't move.  "Ken, play a game with me?"

He looked puzzled.  "What game?"

"Could we just neck?  No touching below the waist?"

"That's no game, Kathy.  You know what's going to happen as well as I do!  In
no time, I'm going to be screwing you right here on the couch!"

Kathy grinned and shivered, "That's the game.  Whoever cracks first and goes
below the waist loses!  Want to try?"

Ken grinned and said, "Sure.  Let's do it!"  They both stood up.  Kathy
carefully hung up Ken's uniform coat and took off his tie, followed by his
shirt.  She held her arms up and Ken lifted off her sweatshirt revealing her
unencumbered breasts.  He started to take off his pants but Kathy shook her
head.  "But they'll lose their crease," he complained.

Kathy grinned.  "What a stinking shame!"

He sat at the end of the couch with his legs on the table.  Her upper body was
on his lap with her head resting on the arm of the couch.  As he gently ran
his finger tips over her beautifully formed breasts, she wriggled slightly and
purred in his arms.  Meanwhile she nuzzled his chest, and explored it with a
feather-light touch of her fingers.  Then he lifted her head and kissed her.
Ken intended it to be light and delicate and it was.  He could taste the
sweetness of her lips as her tongue probed his mouth and tongue.  At the same
time his sex was desperately trying to harden, but it was trapped by his
underwear, trousers and Kathy's body.  She felt it, too.  When he shifted his
weight and tried to relieve the constriction, she disengaged from his lips,
smiled lovingly and said no.  It wasn't completely one-sided, though.  He
derived some satisfaction from seeing her nipples become hard and her body
start to writhe in passion.  He could see that the denim in the crotch of her
jeans had darkened with moisture.  He was in an agony of desire but holding
on.  He could see her hand flutter in the direction of her crotch only to be
quickly withdrawn.  He realized that he was moaning with her.  It was going to
be over very soon.

He broke first.  When he pulled off her pants and slipped out of his own, he
heard her whisper in ecstasy, "Thank God!" as he entered her.  They were soon
lying in each others arms resting as their breathing slowly returned to
normal.  She had her eyes closed with her head on his shoulder murmuring happy
sounds.

He whispered, "May I see it?"

Her eyes fluttered open -- 'God, what a dazzling, brilliant blue,' he thought
-- and she looked puzzled.  "See what, Hon?"

"The commendation," he said.  She smiled, got up, opened a drawer and came
back with the framed citation for the Medal of Freedom.  He read it carefully.
"Dad mentioned this.  He said I should ask to see it.  You know, Kathy, you're
entitled to wear the ribbon at any time?  Can I pin it on your breast now?" he
asked teasingly.

"Pin it right here?" she asked as she pointed to her left nipple.

'My God!'  he thought, 'she's serious.  She would pin it through her nipple if
she thought I wanted her to.'  He was starting to develop an appreciation for
her depth of feeling for him.  He felt very humble.

Suddenly Kathy jumped up and exclaimed, "Oh, my God!  I completely forgot!
Ken, I'm having a couple for dinner tonight.  They'll be here in...  Holy
shit!  In ten minutes!  And absolutely nothing's done!  Ken, could you do me a
favor?"

"Sure, Honey!  What do you want me to do?"

"Hon, would you mind taking a shower now so you'll be ready to greet our
guests, while I get some hors d'oeuvres together and try to figure out how
we're going to avoid starvation?  I'll try to make it up to you somehow."

Ken went to the bedroom with his clothes.  As he was taking a shower, he
reflected on what Kathy had just said.  He realized that she meant it.  She
gave everything and asked nothing, so something as trivial as greeting guests
was important to her.  He was dressed and back in the kitchen in five minutes.
Miraculously, wonderful cooking odors were rising towards the vent hood while
a large platter of hors d'oeuvres was waiting on the table.  She looked up at
him and carefully straightened his tie.  Just before running to the bathroom,
she said quickly, "The guests are the O'Rourkes.  They're just out of the
Navy!"  She ran toward the bathroom, while Ken went to retrieve their drink
glasses from the library.  He found Kathy's still full and only a few sips out
of his own.  He emptied the glasses in the sink and put the glasses in the
dishwasher.

Moments later at seven o'clock the doorbell rang.  He opened the door and
welcomed a very pretty little auburn-haired girl with a very big and handsome
dark-haired man.  "Welcome!  Please come in.  You must be the O'Rourkes."
They entered the apartment, and it was obvious to Ken they had been here
before.  "I'm Ken Stark, a friend of Kathy's.  She'll be out in a few minutes.

The girl stuck out her hand.  "I'm Sally O'Rourke, until today yeoman first
class, Commander.  I'm very happy to meet you.  This big lug is my husband,
Jim, until today electronics technician first class."  Sally looked at Ken and
noticed the love light in his eyes.  'My God,' she thought, 'can it be?  Has
the prince appeared to awaken Sleeping Beauty?'  As the men shook hands, Sally
said quickly, "Commander, I see from your ring that you're Annapolis.  Would
you mind talking with Jim in equations or something?"  She looked lovingly at
her husband and winked.  "He's great in math and electronics, but he's not
much on words.  But he's great in bed, so I keep him around.  I want to check
out Kathy."  She grinned, and flew around the corner to the bedroom.

Jim's eyes followed his wife as she left.  "Lovely little ass, don't you
think, Commander?"

Ken smiled his agreement.  "Please, Jim, it's Ken.  And you're right, it sure
is.  You're a very lucky man!"

"Ken," Jim replied, "On that last you're more right than you may ever know!"

Sally came bursting into the bedroom as Kathy emerged from the bath.  The
small girl studied her friend carefully.  Then she gave a little yelp.
"Kathy, it's happened!  That's your man, isn't it?  Don't even bother to
answer.  I see it all over you.  I couldn't see how you could possibly be more
beautiful, but you are.  You glow!...  You're radiant!"  Kathy regarded her
friend with a quiet smile.  Sally gathered the older girl in her arms and
hugged.  "I'm so happy, Kathy!  You know I mean it when I say it couldn't
happen to a nicer person."

Kathy slipped on her blue dress that matched her eyes and ran a comb through
her hair.  "Let's go join the party!"  It was only seven-ten.  They sat in the
living room and had drinks with Ken serving as bartender.  He liked the
O'Rourkes very much.  They were a handsome couple and obviously very much in
love.  Sally asked Ken about his ship, something that had not occurred to
Kathy.  She was abashed that she had not even thought to ask.

Sally grinned and said, "Kathy, never forget.  The correct sequence is to ask
a sailor about his present ship, his last ship, his mistress and finally, his
wife.  That also pretty well tracks the regard in which they are held.
Christ!  I had to get Jim out of the service so I could move up in the pecking
order.  Particular ly when I lost rank by changing from his mistress to his
wife."  She grinned and stuck out her tongue at her husband.

"Please don't mind my wife, Ken."  Jim said with a grin, "She really isn't
housebroken yet, so I have to be careful who I allow her to meet.  With Kathy,
it's already too late!  She knows the truth, so to hell with it."

"Now that you're out of the service," Ken asked, "what are your plans?
Although I've just met you two, it's easy to see that you're the kind we can't
afford to lose.  Sally, what was your most recent duty assignment?"

"The base legal office, Ken.  Why do you ask?"

"Because it's going to be a very different place without you.  Much quieter!"
Ken replied with a grin.  Sally faked a pout and grinned back.  Ken really
liked the little girl.  "What about those plans?"

Sally suddenly turned serious and looked down at the floor.  "Ken, I want to
tell you a little story.  Once upon a time there were these two dumb kids.
They were madly in love, but the girl was particularly dumb and didn't know
it.  Then one day in a place where the girl worked some bad men came in waving
guns.  The boy thought he was Superman and could stop a bullet.  He did...
with his arm.  Just then the fairy princess appeared and made the bad men
dead.  She took the dumb girl in and made her see how much she loved the dumb
boy.  The fairy princess wasn't finished with the dumb kids, though.  She knew
that they both wanted desperately to go to college.  There wasn't enough
money, so the dumb boy says he'll work and the girl will go.  The girl says
she would be barefoot and pregnant and the boy will go.  The fairy princess
doesn't say anything but she waves her magic wand.  The dumb boy gets seven or
eight years of education paid at the Cal Tech castle.  The girl gets seven
years paid at the USC castle.  The fairy princess visits the dumb girl at
work.  The dumb girl finds $5,000 in her boobs.  The dumb kids get married and
the fairy princess doesn't know what to do so $25,000 appears to tide them
over while she thinks about it.  The kids are dumb but not so dumb they don't
worship the ground the fairy princess walks on.  And they lived happily ever
after."  Sally looked up at Ken with her eyes shining with tears.  "You don't
look dumb, Ken.  Would you like to guess the name of the fairy princess?"

He looked at Kathy.  He could see tears running down her cheeks.  "The fairy
princess's initials wouldn't be 'K S', would they?"

Sally grinned through her tears and said to her husband, "See, Jim, I told you
he didn't look dumb."  She went to Kathy and kissed her.  "We never had the
chance to thank you properly for the wedding gift.  Ken, to show you the kind
of person the fairy princess is, the dumb broad writes a long letter
apologizing for not buying a gift, for chrissakes!  Thank you, dear Kathy."

"Before things get so maudlin the tears soak my beautiful carpet, could we
take a break for dinner?  Ken, would you please serve the wine.  I decanted it
to let it breathe."

Ken was stunned.  At six-fifty in the evening, this girl was lying naked on
the floor.  There had been no thought of eating.  At seven, hors d'oeuvres are
served that appear to have been in preparation since noon.  At seven forty-
five, a gourmet feast appears featuring roast filet of beef, sauce Périgord,
and Chateau Mouton Rothschild, 1959.  'My God,' he thought, 'she is a fairy
princess!'  Dinner was followed by crepes Suzette, followed by coffee and
cognac.  Ken had spent the evening watching the beautiful girl facing him
across the table.  Clearly, she loved good food, good wine and good cognac.
His eyes widened as Louis XIII was poured from its Baccarat decanter.  'The
only thing standing between this meal and utter perfection is the lack of a
great cigar,' he thought.

Kathy appeared with a cigar humidor.  Jim took one, Sally was tempted, but
declined.  Then Kathy brought the box to Ken.  "I think you'd like one of
these Corona coronas.  They are really very good."  He took one, lighted it
and savored it with the cognac.  Kathy lighted a panatella for herself.
Seeing her take one, Sally reconsidered and took one, too.  Sally decided that
the mild cigar made a perfect accompaniment to her coffee and cognac.

Ken said quietly to Kathy, "If I were to die right now, I would be in heaven
without moving an inch!"

Kathy raised her glass.  "I'm sorry," she said, "I should have done this
earlier with the wine, but better late than never!  Sally and Jim, I would
like to offer a toast to you both: Your love for each other lights up this
room!  Your selflessness leaves me breathless.  Two brilliant people willing
-- no, anxious! -- to sacrifice his interest for the other's.  May your love
burn forever as brightly as it burns tonight!"

Ken could feel his eyes burn with tears as he listened to Kathy's words.  'But
the words are true,' he thought looking at the young couple.  'They're really
true!'  As they were preparing to leave, Ken said, "By the way, I should have
asked.  How long have you kids been married?"

Sally brightly replied, "Almost two months, Commander, sir, and I love it!
She looked at Jim and licked her lips lasciviously.

"In that case," Ken asked, "May I still kiss the bride?"

Sally jumped at him and kissed him softly on the lips.  When they parted, she
held him, looked into his eyes and whispered so softly he could scarcely hear,
"Ken, be good to her!  She's the very best there is!"  Ken agreed with her
judgment.

When the O'Rourkes left, Ken looked at Kathy, "Hon, how do you feel?"  It was
nearly eleven-thirty.

"I feel great.  Why?  How do you feel?"

"Kathy," he said, "I feel about one inch tall.  I would like to tell you
another story.  There was this little kid who met a fairy princess.  He was
angry because the princess had a secret.  Of course, if he knew what the
secret was, he wouldn't have believed it.  Then he read a story about the
fairy princess.  Of course, even if he wouldn't have believed the princess, he
did believe the story.  Then he met a giant and a pixie who told him more
about the fairy princess they had come to love.  The little kid shrank until
he was only one inch tall.  The only thing that can change the little kid back
to normal is a kiss from the princess.  Will the princess kiss the little
kid?"  Kathy came to him and tenderly kissed him.  He held her as the love
flowed between them.  Finally, they separated.  "Thank you, fairy princess!
Kathy, can you help me?  I have to go back to the ship.  The dumb little kid
was so pissed off at the fairy princess he didn't even bring a change of
underwear.  If the fairy princess were smart, of course, she would just kick
the little kid the hell out of her house.  But then the fairy princess is
known for her kindness, not her brains."

Kathy kicked him lightly in the shin and grinned.  "Come on, little kid.  We
have to go get your toys."  He took her in his arms and kissed her again.

The BMW was speeding west on the Expressway.  Ken noticed the speedometer
needle pass 100 mph on a 150-mph dial.  Suddenly, he heard a siren wail behind
them.  "Oh, shit!" Kathy exclaimed.  "Of all the damn times to hit a Smoky."
She pulled over well to the right in the breakdown lane.  The patrol car, blue
lights revolving and headlights flashing, pulled up behind, but the trooper
stayed behind the wheel.

Ken assumed that the trooper was running Kathy's plate through the police
computer.  He noticed Kathy impatiently drumming her finger against the wheel.
The trooper finally got out of the cruiser and approached the driver's side.
Ken was astonished at what happened next.  The tall trooper towered over the
low sports sedan.  "Damn it, Kathy!  You gotta knock off this shit!  It makes
us look bad!  Why once we even got a grumble from the captain... 'til we told
him who it was, o' course.  How fast this time?"

"A hundred-ten, Will."  she replied.

"Kathy?" the trooper said skeptically.

"Oh, shit!  A hundred-twenty, okay?  You happy?"

Just then, Ken ducked his head low and leaned over to the left so he could see
the trooper's face.  "Is there some problem, officer?" he asked.

He could see the trooper's face turn bright red as he recognized him as a
naval officer.  He heard the trooper mutter under his breath, "Damn it, Kathy,
why didn't you tell me you had company?"  Then, following a very snappy
salute, he said in his normal voice, "Commander, would you mind stepping out
of the car and coming back here with me?"

Ken said, "Of course, not, officer."

As he stepped out he heard Kathy mutter, "Oh shit!  Here it goes!"

Ken followed the trooper back to his patrol cruiser.  The trooper introduced
himself, "Trooper William Stockdale, Commander."

Ken said, "Ken Stark, trooper.  I'm glad to meet you, but I would have liked
to do it in happier circumstances.  I don't understand what I just saw over
there.  You haven't even started to write Miss Smith's ticket."

The trooper broke into gales of laughter, as if Ken had just told the funniest
joke he had ever heard.  In fact, he had.  "Write a TICKET!  ON KATHY!?  I'm
sorry, sir, but maybe you just don't understand."

"Understand what, trooper?  I understand Miss Smith was driving at an
excessive rate of speed."  Ken was becoming annoyed.  He looked at the car
ahead.  Kathy had her hands at the top of the wheel, with her forehead resting
on her hands.  She appeared dejected.

"Commander, the only trooper that would ever give Kathy a ticket would be the
guy who's lookin' to get off the force in a hurry.  That's assumin' o' course,
he lives long enough to *get* off.  Commander, sir, this is a game!  We love
to haul her down!  It reminds her we're still around and it gives us a chance
to talk to a real, live angel!  O' course there's a little more to it: the
speed thing, for example.  We always ask her and she always fibs a few miles
light.  Ya know, Commander, thinkin' on it, I don't rightly know who's
checkin' on who.  Us checkin' her speed, or her checkin' our radar!"

"Trooper, on behalf of Kathy, we apologize for such speed.  it's very..."
Aside from sounding pompous as hell, Ken stopped because Stockdale was looking
at him like he had a screw loose.

"Commander, what'd Kathy admit to?  One hundred twenty?  Sir, is Jackie
Stewart a dangerous driver?  Is Dick Petty?  Why Commander, that girl's better
in that car at 140 than the average driver is out here at forty!  I mean,
she's that good!  Why one day some buddies and I were with Kathy down in South
Virginia Beach... down by the Carolina line, you know?  Well damned if...
Commander, have you ever heard of a bootlegger's turn?"  Ken shook his head.
"No?  Well, it was developed out west o' here in the hill country.  See, a
bootlegger with a full load bein' chased by Revenue?  Well he'd roar down this
two- lane road bein' chased.  Then he'd touch the brakes just right, and turn
the wheel just right, and shift the gears just right, an' all of a sudden he's
made a 180 and he passes the Revenue goin' the other way.  Fol low?  Well,
some o' those good ol' boys could do that trick at seventy or sometimes, if he
was real good, at eighty.  Well, Commander, I'm here to tell ya that Kathy did
it at 110!  And that's radar speed, not her braggin' at us.  That lady can
handle a car, sir!  She truly can!

"O' course there's the other thing.  You ever see that little gun she carries?
You did?" he asked, as Ken nodded.  "Well, sir, that li'l weapon has fired
five times in anger.  Sir, four rounds penetrated the targets' hearts, and the
fifth entered a target's brain.  Now sir, you could think o' Kathy as sort of
a Virginia police mascot.  You could o' course, but you'd be dead wrong!  We
truly admire that woman!  She's one of *us*!  She's been there.  But more,
sir, we love her... like a beautiful sister, I guess.  Sir, when those
bastards took a shotgun to her, well...  As you know, sir, she burned one of
them.  She was rollin' on the deck and fired one shot right between the eyes!
Then this other creep turns up in a ditch near Detroit weighted down with
buckshot.  Sir, if we had gotten there first, there wouldn't a bin enough left
to bury!

"God, we love that girl!  Commander, one more thing!  I don't know why, but I
think she's special interested in you.  You're the first man she's ever been
seen with.  I got somethin' you might like to see!"  Stockdale opened the door
of his cruiser and returned with his clipboard.  He lifted the forms clipped
to it.  Underneath them, protected by acetate, was a photograph of Kathy
wearing a tiny white bikini.  Her breasts were thrust out, her back was arched
and one arm was behind her head.  "Sir, that was taken at Yale University the
night she was elected Queen of Yale!  O' course, that's a Yankee school an'
all, but damn, those boys do have good taste!"

"That's a lovely picture, Stockdale.  Does Kathy know you have it?"

The trooper blushed.  "O' course she doesn't!  At least, I hope she
doesn't..."

"Stockdale," Ken said, "Want to make a deal?  I'll get Kathy to autograph your
picture if you tell me where I can get one."

"Commander," the trooper replied, "That's the kind o' deal I like!  Let's go!"
The two returned to Kathy's car.

Ken got in, while the trooper stood by Kathy's window.  Ken held the
clipboard.  "Honey, will you do me a favor?"

"Of course!  I told you before: Anything," she replied.

Ken reached over Kathy's head to the overhead light control and turned on the
dome light.  "Kathy, look at me," he asked.  "I have a picture of you that's
very important to him."  He dropped his voice to a whis per.  "Hon, he loves
you very much.  Would you sign it for him?"  Her eyes widened as she saw the
picture.  She didn't know such a photograph existed.  She took a pen out of
the glove compartment and wrote, "To my dear friend, Trooper William
Stockdale, Virginia State Police, with great respect and affection."  she
signed it and gave the board back to the trooper.  He read it and blushed.

The trooper was so overwhelmed, his back-country origins sounded even stronger
in his speech: "Thank you, Miss Kathy!  If y'all pardon my sayin' so ma'am,
you're the most beautiful woman in the world!"  He passed Ken a slip of paper
with a name and address written on it.  Stockdale saluted smartly, "Good
night, y'all.  I apologize for keepin' you so long."

Kathy put the car in gear, and after checking for traffic, smoothly pulled
away.  "Ken, I'm embarrassed.  What did Will tell you?"

"Well, I guess you have the track record for a bootlegger's turn."  Even in
the red-orange light coming from the dash he could see her blush.  "And, of
course, he and every other law enforcement officer love you like a sister!
Kathy, he's sincere.  And Honey, if you're good enough to gain the respect of
men like that, you have it made.  I think they invented the word, loyalty."

After retrieving his things from his ship, the destroyer Evans, they headed
back to Virginia Beach.  Glancing over, he was sure that the needle on the
speedometer passed 130 but, after his talk with the trooper, Ken relaxed.

Their lovemaking that night was soft and gentle.  After reaching their climax
together Ken and Kathy fell asleep still wrapped in each other's arms.

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