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Subject: {Neos Fyllo} Moments (MF Rom)
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Moments
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It was the shoe that first caught my attention. I was sitting
in the waiting room of the railway station, reading a book.
Something kept flicking in and out of the periphery of my
vision.
I could stand it no longer. I turned to look at the shoe
bobbing up and down. It was casually hanging off the
stockinged foot of a woman seated three chairs away from me.
My eyes surreptitiously roved up the black stocking to her
calf where I lingered a moment then continued on up to the
thigh, where my view of the crossed leg was abruptly
terminated by the hem of a dark pinstriped skirt. Moving on up
her body I eventually came to rest on the woman's face, only
to be disconcerted by the smile of recognition at my not so
surreptitious staring. I looked away flustered and
embarrassed.
But it was the smile that did it.
-- * --
We walked out of the theatre hand in hand. I was feeling,
well, high I guess. The performances had all been fine, even
the play was pretty good. But my date, now she was something
special. We'd laughed at all the same moments and had held
hands without embarrassment or prompting. She even listened
kindly to my half-baked critique at the end.
She was special all right.
-- * --
I was the nervous one. My parents were meeting Emily for the
first time, but it was me that was flapping about, worrying
needlessly over the meal we were cooking together. She was
serene and supportive, assured and confident. As I stood there
in the kitchen, flour down my front and a silly nervous smile
on my face, I looked at her and I knew. I also knew that she'd
bowl my parents over.
She did, of course.
--* --
The drive to the coast was a warm, dreamy experience, like
nothing I'd ever experienced before. The ring on my finger
still felt foreign to me. I set the cruise control and put my
arm around my wife as best I could. My wife. It still seemed
like I was in someone else's dream.
The honeymoon suite in the small hotel was cosy, warm,
inviting and just right. I sat on the edge of the bed and
watched her step seductively into the room, framed in the
doorway of the bathroom. The soft light shone through her
translucent night-gown illuminating her feminine curves. I
almost choked with mixture of lust and joy. That first time
she showed not the slightest nervousness or hesitation. My
feelings of fulfilment and pleasure had never been so
complete. I knew at that moment I would do anything for this
woman, absolutely anything.
Whatever it took.
-- * --
We waited expectantly by her bed all night long. In the early
hours we were rewarded by the sight of the first puppy. I
carefully lifted up the little scrap of life and placed it
next to it's mother's stomach. Lady licked it vigorously till
it mewled then she picked it up by the scruff and dropped it
next to a waiting nipple.
I sat transfixed by this display of nature at it's most
maternal. I looked up at Emily and smiled a dopey smile of a
happy father by proxy. A moment of insight passed between us
and she nodded an affirmative to my unspoken question.
It was settled, we were to be a family.
-- * --
I got the call at work. I think it would have hurt less if the
car had hit me instead of Emily. I don't remember much about
the drive to the hospital, all I know is that somehow I
managed not to make the situation any worse than it already
was. I listened to the doctor tell me about all the things
that were broken and damaged, about how Emily had, of course,
lost the baby. How she was comfortable but very poorly. How I
should not stay too long as she wouldn't be able to hear me
anyway. I held my broken princess' hand for hours, despairing
at the cruelties of fate. Eventually a nurse told me I should
come back in the morning.
I stayed.
-- * --
The lift gently lowered her to the floor and she unsnapped the
locks holding the wheelchair to the floor plate. We had
decided to take her car on the picnic instead of mine. I still
marvelled at how full of life she was. Emily was not about to
let anything minor like the paralysis of half her body stand
in her way.
She let me push her along the sloping path to the picnic area,
even though I knew she could easily propel herself. It was
typical of her that she chose a manual chair over an electric
one. "No sense in the rest of my body wasting away" she had
said.
It was a lovely picnic.
-- * --
I was never really sure how much feeling she still retained
below her waist, but she swore she did. Penetrative sex seemed
largely pointless, though she often urged me do it anyway, for
my sake. But by then I had fallen in love with oral sex. I
couldn't imagine enjoying anything so much as being gloriously
intimate with her in that way.
Oh yes.
-- * --
Emily was so happy. I could see her face glowing with pleasure
and parental pride. Our daughter, Marie, stood in line on the
stage to receive her degree. I thought back to the pain and
anguish that been caused by adopting an older child, but at
that moment none of it seemed to matter. No one else had
wanted her. She had been placed with many families, but for
one reason or another had always ended back with the
authorities.
She had certainly been a trial. Through it all Emily had
remained optimistic and confident that Maria would fit into
the family and be at peace with herself. I have to admit that
there were times when I failed to share in her optimism. Emily
was right, of course.
She always was.
-- * --
Maria bought her new baby home to show us. Maria's husband,
Stephen, was anxious about Emily holding little Alice but
Maria shoo'd him away. The same sense of calm and confidence
had now settled on Maria. Emily had worked her magic in some
mystical way that I would never understand, but would always
appreciate more than I could say.
Being a grandparent was a thrill that I'd never thought
possible. Looking at little Alice in Emily's arms made me
think of what might have been, but the thought was fleeting. I
knew I couldn't complain, I had been more than privileged with
what I'd had in my life. Simply being with Emily was enough.
More than enough.
-- * --
I looked up startled, feeling uncomfortable. I had been lost
in thoughts and memories, looking back over a lifetime's
moments again. Fragments that mirrored several decades of joy
and sorrow. The coffin slid through the door as the organ
music started its sombre tones. I looked around at my fellow
mourners. Funerals were never the happiest places.
I reached over and clasped Emily's hand. Her skin was delicate
and almost translucent now. Her hand felt so small in mine.
"I guess it will soon be our turn, my love."
"Speak for yourself," she said, and gave me one of those
smiles that first attracted me.
The thought occurred to me, not for the first time, that I had
been one of life's lottery winners. Quite why I had been so
privileged to have shared my life with this woman was still a
mystery to me, but I knew it was the best thing that could
ever have possibly happened.
Life is, was and always would be, wonderful with Emily.
The End
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