Adult story: Homeless – CHAPTER 15
We were traveling first class on Air France—one of the better airlines in my opinion–so we were able to use their lounge at JFK for almost four hours until it was time to board. I could tell that Jennie was excited. She had my hand in a death grip and she wouldn’t let go. She sat by the window so she’d have a view of the city after takeoff. She was still holding my hand as she leaned over to whisper, “I can’t believe we’re really doing this. I’m so excited—London…Paris…Amsterdam and a long cruise down the rivers through Europe. Did I bring my camera?”
“Yes, sweetheart—it’s in your carry-on. Remember?” She sighed in relief then turned down the attendant’s query about wanting Champagne. I accepted; Jennie took orange juice. We relaxed as the plane was filled with travelers. It had been a long, but satisfying day so I suggested that Jennie rest and perhaps catch a nap. Not a chance—she was wired.
The plane had taken off and the pilot had switched off the seatbelt sign when the attendant began our dinner service. I had my choice of several decent wines as well as mixed drinks. Jennie laughed when I looked at her with a toast. “Go ahead…rub it in. I’ll still love you.” And to prove it she leaned over to kiss me. I enjoyed my filet and roasted potatoes and after the crème brulee I had one of those tiny bottles of Hennessey brandy. Now I was as ready as I could be for sleep.
My seat was reclined almost fully horizontal and my eyes were closed when I felt the seatbelt open. Looking up I could see Jennie joining me in the seat, placing her head on my shoulder and her leg over my thigh, the same position we used for sleeping every night. It was a tight squeeze, but she just managed to get the seatbelt closed and locked over us. I could see the flight attendant approaching to complain, but I stopped her by signaling with my hand. “My wife is pregnant and this is the only way she’ll be able to sleep. We’ll be fine.” I wrapped my arm around Jennie, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. When I next opened them it was morning and time for breakfast. Two hours later we were on the ground and walking quickly toward Immigration and Customs. I was always amazed at how easy it was to pass through both in most foreign countries. Even Communist China was much quicker and easier than Immigration at LAX.
Our limo driver was waiting for us and gladly took Jennie’s baggage cart. We each had two bags and a carry-on—more than a handful for the two of us. Traffic was as heavy as always so we spent close to an hour to reach the Guoman Tower Hotel where I had reserved a suite with a view of the Thames and the Tower Bridge. I had no expectation that the room would be ready and I wasn’t disappointed. We left our bags with the bellmen and walked up the hill to the Tower of London. We had our cameras and took plenty of photos outside, but put them away when we went to view the Crown Jewels. Jennie laughed when she saw them. “I like mine better,” she whispered. We bought a few souvenirs—umbrellas we had forgotten to pack, tee shirts for us and for Andrea and Allison, and a photo book of London. After the Tower we walked across the street to what is commonly known as a “shopping street” where we window shopped. We’d have much better opportunities tomorrow when I’d take her to the British Museum and Harrods just down the block.
We strolled along the Thames hand in hand until Jennie stopped me, then moving close, she hugged me fiercely. “Doug, this is a dream come true for me. I can’t tell you how many nights I lay awake next to some sweaty, hairy stranger dreaming of my knight saving me and whisking me off to wonderful places like London and Paris. Now you’ve made it all come true for me. You’ll always be my knight.”
“That’s me all right—Sir Douglas, Nerd of the Computer,” I said as I put my left foot forward and
bowed with a sweeping gesture of my right hand.
Jennie laughed, exactly as I had intended then added, “You may be a nerd, but you’re my nerd and I’d take you over anyone else.” She took my hand and we walked back to the hotel. Our suite was ready so we went up to unpack. Jennie and I had two sets of clothes—one for London and Paris and another for the cruise. Our suitcases were marked accordingly.
I was almost done with my bag when Jennie removed her jewelry from the carry-on. “I’d think these were real if I didn’t know better.”
I walked over to take yet another look. “Yeah, Harry Winston did a great job, didn’t they?” When I had bought our rings and Jennie’s other jewelry I had asked if duplicates could be made. I wanted Jennie to look good, but taking jewelry worth $100,000 or more on a trip was just stupid. These were identical necklaces, pendants, earrings, and bracelets except that the “diamonds” were actually white sapphires. The gold settings were real 14 Karat, but were only plated. Everything Jennie had with her, other than her engagement and wedding rings, cost less than $10,000.
Once we were done we caught a cab. “Monument,” was all I said to the driver. Ten minutes later he dropped us off on Monument Street just a few feet from our destination, the Walrus and Carpenter Pub, and a short block to the monument to the Great Fire of London in 1666.
“I’ve eaten here before…several times, in fact. The beer is great and the food is good, too. I don’t think it will hurt for you to have a sip. I’m sure our mothers drank all through their pregnancies and we managed to survive.”
“I know, Doug, but I’m taking no chances and my mother is hardly a role model I’d want to emulate.” We were shown to a table by the window where I ordered Belgian beer and Jennie, lemonade on the waiter’s recommendation. I did allow her a sip. She approved, but told me the lemonade was also outstanding. She ordered a bowl of tomato basil soup and we agreed on the chicken and mushroom pie. I loved pub food and we’d have it every night in London if I had anything to say about it.
We always found plenty to talk about and tonight–the first of our honeymoon–was no exception. Everything we saw out the window as well as everything that happened within the pub caught our interest. The food was as great as I had remembered and soon we were back on the street where we hailed a cab back to the hotel.
Jennie spent almost twenty minutes looking out our window at the tower bridge and the far shore. I pointed out Shakespeare’s Globe Theater and the Tate Gallery on the opposite shore as I reminded her that we needed to get some sleep. We showered and went to bed, but not to sleep. Jennie was just as excited then as she had been all day. She wore me out, first orally and later by riding me as though I was a wild bronco. After that we slept like the dead until my watch alarm woke us at 7:30 the following morning.
We enjoyed a full English breakfast in the dining room and Jennie had her first cup of English tea. I suggested she try the Earl Grey or the English Breakfast Tea. She enjoyed both and we resolved to buy some to bring back with us.
After breakfast we walked up to the nearest Metro station at Tower Hill. From there it was a short trip to Embankment and north on the black line to Goodge Street station. From there we walked the two blocks to the museum.
One could easily spend a month just at the British Museum so we picked those things Jennie found particularly interesting—ancient Egypt, the Rosetta Stone, and India. We left around three and walked down Brompton Road into the huge store. Harrods is unlike anything we have in the States. We went first to Ladies Clothing where Jennie tried on and modeled several outfits before deciding she wasn’t all that interested in anything for herself. She did buy some beautiful woolen sweaters and tops for Toni and her daughters and an off-white cardigan for Charlie. The golf shop, however, did grab and hold her. Only after buying caps, towels, and ball marker sets from St. Andrews as well as a few shirts for us and for Charlie was she ready to move on. From there we went to the tea shop where we bought several boxes of tea and jars of jam. By then it was almost time to eat. Harrods must have twenty small restaurants on its seven floors. We began at the bottom and walked our way up until we had covered them all then we went back down to Bentley’s Sea Grill. The food was exquisite and so were the prices. After dinner we went upstairs to the Ice Cream Parlour for dessert.
We spent the following days on a “hop on-hop off” bus that took us through the entire city, stopping at Buckingham Palace, the Churchill War Rooms, and the Tate Gallery. We even rode the London Eye—the huge Ferris wheel with cars that can hold twenty people or more. Jennie and I left the following morning by train to Paris through the Channel Tunnel, or “Chunnel” as it’s usually called.
The trip is about five and a half hours so I bought premium tickets that would give us more room and enable us to eat a real meal en route. We checked in to the Hotel Da Vinci just across the Seine from the Louvre.
The next four days were a dream. Paris at any time is a dream, but for two lovers like Jennie and me it was even better. We did everything we could squeeze in to those four glorious days. The Louvre was first and we spent almost the entire day there. Leaving mid-afternoon, we walked across the bridge to Notre Dame Cathedral. I’d always found the architecture of European churches spectacular and apparently Jennie agreed completely. She raved about the cathedral—the marble columns, the huge pipe organs, the rose windows of centuries-old stained glass, and the size! The cathedral was incredibly huge and overwhelming in every way.
The following day we took the train to Versailles, touring the grounds and palace while Jennie took dozens of photos. We were on the return train at almost 9:00 when Jennie asked me why we still had bright daylight. “I’m sure you know that the farther north one goes in summer the more daylight there is. At the North Pole you have twenty-four hours. Well, most Americans think that Europe is just like the States, but it’s not. Paris is farther north than any city in the continental U.S. Believe it or not, Rome is the same latitude as New York City.” She looked at me in disbelief, but knew that I’d never lie to her.
We spent the following two days touring the city—climbing to the top of the Arc de Triomphe, riding to the top of the Eiffel Tower, visiting the Museum of the Army at Invalides—a fascinating museum that had once been a hospital–and Napoleon’s Tomb. We were tired when we walked into our room that night to pack, but I knew we’d have time to rest tomorrow on the ship.
There are twelve trains each day from Paris to Amsterdam and we had our tickets so there was no rush at the Paris Nord Station where a porter checked our bags and showed us where to board. The trip isn’t long—only three hours—and the station in Amsterdam is close by the harbor. We had no trouble getting a cab to take us directly to the ship. I had booked the largest suite, a corner of the upper deck at the stern with rooms surrounded by a long L-shaped balcony and a glass wall in the living room that gave us fantastic views. Today they were of the harbor—tomorrow the Rhine!
Our bags were delivered and we unpacked our second suitcases—the ones with our “cruise” clothes, although, to be honest, they were just jeans, short-sleeved shirts, and sweaters. There was no “formal night” and no expectation of fancy dress on this cruise.
Once done we walked forward to the lounge. There were four couples there, grouped around a table chatting. Jennie is an extremely gregarious person—outgoing and likable. It’s probably how she survived on the road. She walked right up to introduce us. “Hi, I’m Jennie and this is my husband, Doug.” They invited us to sit as they continued their conversation which centered mostly on the travails of air travel.
“I can’t believe how they had us crammed in like sardines,” a woman named Marlene commented. “And these cabins aren’t much better. The shower is tiny and the room isn’t much bigger. Don’t you agree, Jennie?”
“Um…I guess I really can’t. Doug and I flew over first class into London and we have one of the big suites at the rear of this deck. It’s really nice.”
“Don’t you mean you flew here…into Amsterdam?”
“No, we stayed in London four nights and then took the train to Paris for five and we came here by another train. The train is fast here and we had lots of room.”
“I hesitate to ask what the two of you do for a living. This trip must be costing you a fortune.”
“Well,” Jennie responded, “I have no idea what Doug is spending, but I don’t work and Doug is retired.” Jennie continued. Eventually, the story of how we met, fell in love, and married became the topic of discussion as Jennie bragged about me. “Doug’s a computer nerd. He’s really smart…really. Have you ever heard of those ‘Idiot’ programs? Like ‘Spanish for Idiots?’ Doug wrote all those programs and owned the company until he sold it last year. Lucky for me he did, because we’d never have met otherwise.”
I noticed that the bar had opened so I asked if anyone wanted a drink. “You buying?” It was Steve, Marlene’s husband.
“Why not? It’ll be a good way to start off the cruise, don’t you think?” I stood and walked to the bar. A minute later the bartender followed me to the table. “Let’s have a round and put it on my room bill. Have anything like chips or nuts?” Of course they did. Two minutes later he had written down our orders and five minutes after that we held our first drink of the trip. I raised my glass for a toast, wishing for good fellowship and better weather much to the group’s amusement. It was obvious they’d never been to the Netherlands where the weather is often cold and wet before. Jennie toasted with her ginger ale. Before long all the women were giving advice on how to handle her pregnancy. I just sat back in my chair and laughed.
We broke for dinner, but not until I offered a tour of the red light district. “Don’t worry, we’re not stopping and they don’t give free samples. We’re just going to look. I’ve been there before, but I was only looking then, too. It’s not very far from our dock. I’ll bet we can get some of the cruise directors to join us.”
“I don’t think any of us speak Dutch,” one of the husbands commented.
“Doesn’t matter, almost everyone in Europe speaks decent English and I speak German and French, both of which are in frequent use here. Anyway, if you like we can meet after dinner. I see we have a meeting and muster drill before. We’ll have to bring our life preservers.”
I had prayed for an idyllic time on board, but it was not to be—not at first, anyway. The meeting was interrupted by two couples who did nothing but complain. They went on non-stop and loud enough for everyone to hear. Personally, although I held my tongue, I’d had more than enough by the time we broke for dinner. Jennie and I walked in and looked around for some seats. Soon Jennie saw Marlene and Steve standing and waving—inviting us to join them. The food and wine were quite good in my opinion, but those four idiots almost ruined the experience for all of us. Why did they even bother to come?
As promised, we met our new friends and about twenty others at the gangway and were just about to leave when the “Nasty Four” as I had already dubbed them asked where we were going. “That’s disgusting. I’d never….”
“Good,” I replied, “then you won’t be joining us, will you?” I rarely lose my temper, but not even six hours into our trip and I was fed up with their behavior.
The tour went exactly as I had anticipated. You can’t really see anything you can’t see on a beach—maybe even less. The women are all dressed in bras and panties or really short shorts and show their wares in a plate glass window surrounded by a red neon tube. You can see the actual bed where they work in the background, but you’d never see any real sex through the heavy drapes. The first women we saw were mostly eastern European or Asian and not terribly attractive, but that changed as we walked farther down the street. My theory was that the rents were higher in the center so only the more attractive and higher priced workers were to be found there. We returned laughing to the ship about an hour later. Jennie and I waved to our new friends as we walked up the stairs to our suite.
We showered together—ours was actually big enough, but it would have been even if it was tiny. Jennie would have pulled me in to the tiniest space just as she did in our hotel outside Philly. Was that really almost two weeks ago? We climbed into our bed naked as we’d done since our second night together, making love to the rhythm of the gentle waves as they slapped against the side of the ship. Jennie wore me out yet again. Her sweet pussy drained onto my thigh as it did every night. We fell asleep in each other’s arms and woke up the same way.
I was hoping that the Nasty Four would be in a better mood after a good night’s sleep, but—no, not a chance. We sat and ate with our new friends again with the same table and the same waitresses. They were from Slovenia, but spoke better English than some of my golf buddies in North Carolina. They glanced across the large room toward the disturbance, but said nothing. “What the hell…” Mike, one of the husbands, said it for all of us.
“Why do people like that come on trips if they’re so miserable.”
“I noticed they have purple tags. Thank God they’re not in your group or ours.” We had red; they had orange. “You’re right, Marlene, they’re miserable people.” Everyone giggled, Jennie especially, at my double entendre. I’d be damned if I’d allow these jerks to ruin our honeymoon—my wife’s dream vacation.
Our first stop was Kinderdijk where more than a dozen windmills had been placed to pump the land dry. The area was close to the sea and below sea level so the pumping was constant, the wind vanes almost never stopping. Jennie and I found the tour fascinating—from how the mills were constructed to catch the constant breezes off the North Sea to how families lived within the structure. We were back on board and laughing when the purple group followed us. Those poor people looked grim and I knew the reason why—the Nasty Four were still bitching. I had an idea, something that actually came to me while awake, but I wondered if it was even possible. Instead of going up to our suite I asked at Reception for the Purser. We spoke for almost thirty minutes and he agreed to check on my idea and meet Jennie and me in the lounge before dinner.
We showered and changed our clothes—clean shirt and jeans with loafers for me, vibrant purple silk top and tight jeans for Jennie. She also wore a “diamond and sapphire” pendant and matching bracelet. She looked gorgeous as we walked into the lounge. The Four were there as I had hoped. I waited for the purser and I walked up to their table. “Hi…you folks don’t seem to be having a very good time.”
“Boy, aren’t you the astute one. Our friend organized this trip and then fell and broke her ankle. She got her money back and we’re stuck here. I hated the plane ride and this filthy ship isn’t worth a dime let alone all the money we paid.” If this was my wife I’d….On second thought I’d never dream of marrying anyone remotely as negative as this bitch was.
“Well, why stay? Why not go home? It’s clear to everyone on board you’re having a miserable time.”
“Sure…and lose all that money? No chance of that happening.”
“Is that the only thing that’s holding you back? If it is, I’ll make you a deal. This trip probably cost you twelve…thirteen thousand. How’d you like to get twenty?”
“Twenty grand? Who do we have to kill?”
“Nobody. All you have to do is leave this ship before dinner is served. Mr. Jacobsen, behind me, is the Ship’s Purser. He’ll give you a draft for twenty thousand U.S. dollars at the gangway when you leave. We’re not all that far from Amsterdam so I’ll throw in cab fare—separate cabs so you’ll have plenty of room. Mr. Jacobsen will phone the airline so you’ll be able to use your existing e-ticket tonight instead of at the end of the cruise.”
“Where’s this money coming from and why?”
“It’s my money you’ll get and, as for why, this is my wife’s dream vacation and your negativity is ruining it for her so I want you gone.”
“We want fifty grand…each.”
“For that kind of money I could easily arrange for you to have an accident—a bad one that could result in a long hospital stay. Twenty grand and a cab—that’s the offer; I’d get moving if I was you. You have about forty minutes before dinner.” I was as happy as a pig in shit when they rushed from the lounge. Jacobsen told me he’d have the drafts ready in plenty of time and his assistant would handle the calls to the airline. I’d spent our time together earlier on the phone with my credit card company. I had a high limit on the cards–$50,000—but I wanted a temporary increase that was granted almost immediately. The cruise line would charge my card tonight which was just fine with me.
I was besieged with questions when I joined Jennie and the group. “They decided they really wanted to go home. All they needed was an incentive—twenty grand and a cab. It’s worth every penny to be rid of them.”
“You spent $20,000 to get rid of them?”
“No, I spent forty—twenty grand each—and it was still worth it. Where’s the waitress? I can use a beer.” I got my beer only a few minutes before our port talk commenced. Every night before dinner we’d hear all about tomorrow’s port. It was amazing how these small towns and villages had centuries of interesting history. We had a walking tour in the morning and the afternoon free to wander and shop. One look at Jennie told me which one she’d choose. I didn’t mind—not at all. I peeked out the window as we walked down to the dining room, pleased to see the last of the Nasty Four. News of what I’d done spread like wild fire. I thought the entire ship knew by the time Jennie and I walked into dinner. I must have been thanked twenty times, mostly by people with purple stickers on their name tags.
The rest of the cruise was as idyllic as we’d dreamed—beautiful sunny days, elegant churches and monasteries, interesting shopping, and the most beautiful woman in the world on my arm and in my bed. I always hate shopping, but this was different. There are souvenirs that are junk and then there are the other kind—the kind that cost plenty, but that was okay, too. Jennie was shopping for us and for our friends, the Blasi family.
One of the trip’s real highlights was the two-day stay in Vienna. We had a bus tour the first morning and then we were able to explore on our own. I’d spent time here before when I was working on “German for Idiots.” I was fairly fluent, but I still needed someone to check my work. I could have used someone from one of the local universities at home, but I’d found an educated native speaker worthwhile in the past when I’d written the Spanish and French versions. I’d suggested Schonbrunn Palace to Jennie and her friends. It’s an incredible place. We took the train after I helped everyone buy their tickets at the automated machines.
The ride was fun. We were in the same car as a school class and the kids couldn’t wait to try out their English on us, even asking for some local idioms. I made them howl with laughter with, “Howdy, y’all.” On the brief walk from the station I explained how Schloss Schonbrunn was commissioned to be a hunting lodge, but later became the summer residence of the Habsburg imperial family and was used that way until 1918 when the empire was abolished—one result of World War I.
Jennie stopped short when we turned the corner and she saw the palace for the first time. “That was a hunting lodge? I was expecting something small.” I kissed her cheek and we walked on. I explained that Schonbrunn was small in comparison to some of the other palaces even though it had more than 1,400 rooms. We spent the entire day and when it was done all agreed it had been wonderful.
We traveled overnight to Budapest, the result of the merger of Buda, Pest, and Obuda in 1873 where we learned of the role the Romans had played in the area and the Huns in the fifth century A.D. and, finally how the royal family had united the area into what is now known as Hungary. Vienna is a beautiful city, but it’s nothing when compared to Budapest. That the city is equally on both sides of the Danube only makes the views even more spectacular.
We had our farewell dinner that evening and those in our group swore that we’d keep in touch although we really knew that we wouldn’t. Jennie and I said good-bye then retreated to our suite. We’d already packed our suitcases, needing to only add the clothes we were wearing. We barely had room for everything we had bought. Even after jamming everything in, we still had three large shopping bags full of presents for Charlie, Toni, and the girls.
We were up early the following morning for breakfast and just had time to use the bathroom before catching a limo to the airport. Not a word was said about all of our extra bags although I guessed there would have been quite the stink—and quite the fees, too–had we been in coach.
We left at 10:12 a.m. en route directly to JFK in New York. I set my watch back six hours to 4:52 and reclined in my chair to enjoy my mimosa before our lunch was served about two hours later. Then I set my seat to horizontal and closed my eyes, but before I did I opened my seat belt and my arms to welcome my wonderful wife. We slept for about two hours, awakening well before our arrival in New York at 1:05 in the afternoon.
Immigration had recently been computerized and most people struggled with the system. Even I found it cumbersome and user unfriendly. Still, we muddled through and were welcomed back to the U.S. A. We grabbed two luggage carts in baggage claim and went to customs. We found the line surprisingly short, not that it did any good. We had spent much more than we were allowed so there was duty to be paid. I had anticipated this so I had every receipt for every item bought. I paid the duty and the officer gave me a receipt and we were done.
David was waiting with a porter to help with our bags and within ten minutes we were on our way. Just getting out of the airport can be a hassle and in the afternoon traffic is always heavy. It was almost a half hour before we found our way to the Van Wyck Expressway northbound to the Long Island Parkway and into the Queens Midtown Tunnel. We wove our way through Manhattan toward the Lincoln Tunnel. From there we were only minutes from Hoboken and the Blasi’s.
David had barely stopped the car when Andrea and Allison ran out to greet us. With them, tail wagging about two miles a minute was Lady. We hugged the girls first and then Jennie knelt to formally greet Lady, hugging her and rubbing her ears and chest. David moved our suitcases to the rear of Jennie’s SUV where they loaded everything except for the three big shopping bags. They went into the house with us. Jennie hugged Toni while I shook hands with Charlie then we switched. “Let’s sit down, everyone. We come bearing gifts,” Jennie said with a grin.
She sat on the couch with Andrea and Allison on either side. Toni was in a nearby chair; Charlie and I stood. Jennie began with the bag from Harrods. Reaching in, she pulled an off-white cardigan from the bag. “This is for you, Charlie. I remember you wear a ‘Large’ from your visit. I was assured they run a little big so it should be fine. Okay…Toni, this one is for you.” It was another cardigan—gray with a light floral pattern running through it.
I watched as Toni rubbed the wool with a smile. “This is completely homemade, isn’t it? I do some knitting so I can tell. I wouldn’t be surprised if the yarn was also homemade. This is a wonderful present. Thank you so much.” Jennie smiled again and passed the next to Andrea and the final to Allison. Theirs were also grey, but had several horizontal and diagonal stripes running across the chest and continued around the arms. Like their mother’s these sweaters were also completely done by hand thanks to some highly talented woman in Scotland.
“These are also for you, Charlie.” Jennie passed over two golf shirts emblazoned with the St. Andrews logo. “At least you’ll look like a golfer.”
“Yeah, Daddy…until you actually try to hit the ball,” Allison said with a laugh. Then we all laughed–nobody harder than Charlie. He thanked me as Jennie went to the bag from Paris.
She pulled a deep purple blouse from the bag. “I recall you telling me that purple is your favorite color, Allison, and I think I recall you telling me that pink was yours, Andrea.” She passed the two tops to the girls. Sorry, Toni…yours is just pearl white.”
Toni took hers and spoke as soon as she touched it. “Silk, isn’t it? I can tell just from the touch. It’s beautiful. Thank you again.” The girls expressed their thanks, as well.
Jennie reached down to the bottom of the bag, pulling a box roughly twelve inches on a side as she announced, “This is a family gift.” She handed it to Allison who passed it along to her dad.
He opened it carefully before holding up an ornate cuckoo clock. “It plays two songs—one on the hour and the other half past. I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out, Charlie.”
“Yeah, my grandparents had one with the weights and all. What’s this little lever for?”
“That’s to help you to sleep at night. It shuts off the cuckoo and the songs.” Charlie rolled his eyes and nodded as he said it was a good idea.
There were more blouses—traditional Austrian peasant–from Vienna in the third bag then she pulled three small boxes, handing one to Toni and the others to the girls. “These are my favorites. We got them at a craft fair in Budapest. They began as silver spoons and, in your case, Toni, as gold spoons. The artist pounded them flat on an anvil and then drew a design, drilling and cutting until he was satisfied. Finally, he polished each one.” The boxes had been sealed with tape so they weren’t opened until a knife was found in the kitchen. Then they gasped as they saw the earrings. “My friends are going to be so jealous when they see these,” Andrea said as she saw the tiny village, houses with windows and tiled roofs encircled by a silver hoop. Allison’s was also a silver hoop, but the interior of hers held a tiny castle complete with a tower and a woman with long flowing hair in a window. Toni’s were 14 Karat gold and her hoops were oval in shape and inside each was a deep blue sapphire of about two carats.
Allison looked at hers in amazement. “Is this supposed to be Rapunzel? It’s incredible.” She jumped from the couch when Jennie told her it was, running to the nearest mirror to check out her gift. Andrea was right behind her.
“You shouldn’t have, Doug. These are too expensive,” Charlie said softly so as not to upset his children and wife who were extolling over their gifts.
“Money is only good if one derives pleasure from it, Charlie. I’d say it was money extremely well spent. You’re a very lucky man to have such a family—people who obviously love you as much as they do. You’ve done a wonderful job with your girls. I hope that Jennie and I do as well.”
By the time Toni and her daughters had tried on their sweaters and tops—modeling them, of course—and earrings it was almost time for dinner. “C’mon, Doug…Jennie, we’re going out to eat—our treat.” We agreed to follow Charlie in Jennie’s SUV. Andrea and Allison wanted to ride with us and with Lady. I had pulled her Service Dog vest from my carry-on so she’d be with us through the meal.
Charlie pulled into a parking lot next to a small Italian restaurant. We were walking to the door when he told me, “This place doesn’t look like much, but the food is great. Try the veal. It’s usually good.” He was right. The interior was dreary and worn, but the food was better than good. The veal parm was superb and the angel hair pasta done just right with a gravy—I’d learned the hard way back when I had lived in Suffolk County never to call it sauce—that was light and tasty.
We returned to their house around eight and I assumed that Jennie and I would take our leave, drive for a few hours and stop somewhere in south Jersey or Delaware for the night, but Charlie and Toni had other ideas. They invited us to stay downstairs in their rec room. Jennie agreed and I knew better than to argue. I sent Lady upstairs with the girls when it was time for bed as Jennie and I walked down the stairs to the basement.
We saw a queen-sized sleep sofa all made up with towels and wash cloth lying on the bed. There was a full bath off to the left with a shower stall that was right up Jennie’s alley—just small enough to present a challenge. It was a tight squeeze, but I knew Jennie would get me in there with her. We ran the soap over each other’s bodies as we hugged and kissed and touched each other until we were trembling in our desire. Then we couldn’t get out and dry fast enough. We never bothered with pajamas although we probably would have to when our children were old enough to get around on their own.
I lay Jennie on the bed then climbed in beside her. I savored the sensation of her smooth skin against mine. I doubted I’d ever tire of feeling her rubbing against me. We did it every night and most mornings and I’d do it in the afternoons, too if I could. Jennie began to kiss me and then her hand found my cock. “Oooh–as hot as it is hard–no wonder I love it so much.”
“Do you think we should? We get kind of noisy sometimes and I’d hate to stain their mattress.”
“I’ve got you covered on both counts. Stick with me, darling. We’ll be as quiet as lambs if our mouths are full and that should take care of any potential mess—we’ll swallow it!”
“You are an incredible woman, Jennie…absolutely incredible.”
“Maybe, but it took you to bring it out of me—your love and your caring. You’re the secret of my success. Do you mind if we start now? I don’t think I can wait even a second longer.” She jumped up and turned around. In just a few seconds her bald fragrant pussy was inches from my mouth and my organ was halfway down her throat.
Jennie worked me hard. Between her tongue and the roof of her mouth she drove me crazy. As for me, I began by kissing her thighs while using my nose to lightly tickle her labia. I was well along when I finally penetrated her with my tongue. I knew that even the gentlest touches of her G-spot would set her off. It had always worked in the past and it worked tonight. Only my arms, tight around her legs kept her from kneeing me in the head as her body was wracked repeatedly with massive spasm after massive spasm. The sight of what I’d done to her threw me over the edge and, with five hard thrusts my balls emptied themselves into her stomach. We lay there for many minutes unable to even move so destroyed were we from the intensity of our orgasms.
Finally, Jennie stirred—barely—and I pulled her around to her usual position. Somehow I managed to pull the blanket over us and we fell immediately into a deep sleep.
NEXT: the conclusion of our story.
Parent Post: Homeless – by senorlongo
- Homeless - CHAPTER 2
- Homeless - CHAPTER 3
- Homeless - CHAPTER 4
- Homeless - CHAPTER 5
- Homeless - CHAPTER 6
- Homeless - CHAPTER 7
- Homeless - CHAPTER 8
- Homeless - CHAPTER 9 - 10
- Homeless - CHAPTER 11
- Homeless - CHAPTER 12
- Homeless - CHAPTER 13
- Homeless - CHAPTER 14
- Homeless - CHAPTER 15
- Homeless - CHAPTER 16
- Homeless - CHAPTER 17
- Homeless - CHAPTER 18
- Homeless - CHAPTER Epilog