Part 19

    “So future wife of mine, what shall we do tonight?  Should we run over to the apartment and pick up anything?” I asked her.  It gave me a thrill to think of her one day being my wife, and she was pretty taken with the idea as well judging from the look that was on her face when I referred to her as that. “I’m fine thanks, besides I can always raid your wardrobe if I need something else to wear in the meantime.” She teased me knowing that she’d already raided my closet a couple of times in the brief period of time she’d been here. “Well what you have done on a normal Sunday night before I was a part of your life?” she inquired.“Oh that’s easy. Right now I’d be in a cold sweat and starting to panic.” I told her matter of fact way.

    “You have anxiety attacks” she asked in a curious but concerned manner.“Nope” I laughed. “I’m touched by your concern for me and my mental wellbeing.  But you asked what I’d normally be doing on Sunday night and that would be panicking about doing laundry to make sure I had clean underwear for Monday morning.  That and wondering where I’d left my Metro Pass, did I have coffee in the kitchen for the coffee pot in the morning or should I be raiding the sofa in search of change so I could stop at Starbuck’s for one on the way to catch the bus.”  I patted the sofa cushions “It’s like my own personal little ATM in here.”

    “So in other words, you were a confirmed bachelor who ended up putting his feet up, and watching the game or a movie on the tube and leaving everything until the last possible minute.”  “Ah my dear you know me so well already.” I laughed   She rolled her eyes at me, said I was “hopeless” and laughed as well. “So how about popping in a DVD and we’ll just cuddle here on the sofa and hang out?” I’ve got some really good ones so let’s take a look and see if anything strikes our fancy.” I said. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

    As we began scanning the titles together, I soon realized he did indeed have great taste in films, and several of them were ones that I also owned and had adored for years.  He had something from just about every genre you could think of comedies, romances, horror, science fiction, classics, action, film noir, dramas and even family movies which I suspected he kept around mainly to enjoy when his nieces and nephews were there.  We selected a film and he popped it in the DVD player.  We settled in on the sofa, and made ourselves comfy.  “This is nice” he said as he drew me closer and kissed me just above my ear. “Yes it is.” I returned and nestled in deeper beside him.  “I have to give you fair warning there’s a couple scenes in this movie that no matter how many times I see them I always end up blubbering, but it’s just such a great movie.

    “It’ll be okay” he reassured me “I get pretty choked up about some of the scenes in this one as well. What if I was to hold you extra close during those scenes?  Would that make it any better for you?”  And his lips grazed my temple with a gentle kiss. He pushed the play button on controller and the opening score and credits of the Elephant Man flooded the television screen before us.  I’d always loved the fact it was filmed in black and white.  It just seemed to add so much to defining the atmosphere and often the bleakness of what was being portrayed on the screen.  The music hauntingly beautiful, the acting and filming both top notch.  True to my words, tears sprang to my eyes at several crucial points in the movie, and true to his Liam would hold me just a little closer.  There was so much about the film that moved me deeply and on so many different levels.

 

    When it ended, Liam got up and returned the movie to its case on the shelf.  He came back to join me.  “I’ve always been a big fan of that movie.” He said “Just blows my mind how anybody could put up with such adversity in their life and still find beauty in it. Such an indomitable spirit that man had and such a peaceful gentle soul he was. I just can’t fathom how anybody copes with something like that.” He added thoughtfully. “That’s part of why I love you so dearly Liam you have such compassion for others and you’re so accepting and none judgemental.” Liam shrugged.  “I guess but I don’t know anybody like John Merrick either, so I can’t say how I’d react.  How do you think you’d have handled having someone like him as a friend?” He asked me.

    “Well I don’t know any Joseph Merrick’s either but I do know Mandy and she’s brilliant the way she’s handled everything in her life.  I have the utmost respect for her.” I said.“Mandy?  What’s your friend got to do with the movie?  I don’t think I’m following you here Lor.” He said his face a study in consternation as to what I was getting at.“Mind if I borrow your lap top it’ll help me explain and give you a better idea about what I’m talking about okay?” “Sure it’s on the desk in the bedroom I’ll go grab it for you.” And he rose and headed off and soon came back with the laptop in his hands.  “You’re in luck the battery is charged so take your time.”

   

 “Thanks sweetheart” I said.  As he handed it to me and flopped down on the sofa beside me once more. I opened it up and when it finished booting up I quickly began tapping the keys with my fingers and logged into my g mail account.“I’m impressed.  You’re a pretty good typist. I’m more of a hunt and peck kind of a guy myself when it comes to typing but I’m still not too shabby for being a two fingered typist.” He said slipping his arm around my shoulders. I clicked on an e-mail I’d received recently from my friend Mandy and opened the attachment.  It was a picture of the two of us from the waist up, sitting at a table, holding a couple of cocktails and mugging for the camera with goofy grins.”“Here take a look at this Liam.  It’s an old picture she found of the two of us from a few years ago and thought it would give me a laugh to see it again.”

   I looked at the picture as she requested but I totally didn’t get it.  “Honey I see a picture of you, and someone I am guessing is your friend Mandy, but she looks nothing like Joseph Merrick.  She’s quite pretty looks like a little blonde pixie with that haircut.  So I’m having problems following you here.” I said still puzzled by where she was going with this whole thing. “Yes she is attractive.  She’s also incredibly intelligent, well educated, has a wicked sense of humour and a heart of gold as well.” She added while she typed away once more and this time a website appeared on the screen.  “Here” she said passing me over the laptop.  

   My eyes began scanning the words on the page. It began by talking about Proteus Syndrome the condition that Merrick had suffered from, and was currently thought to be known in only 120 cases globally. I kept reading and discovered that while at one time having been diagnosed as having a form of Proteus Syndrome, a woman living in the United Kingdom by the name of Mandy Sellars was in fact the first person to be diagnosed with something even rarer known as a PIK3CA gene mutation. There were currently three people now diagnosed with it, another child in the UK and another man living in India.  The article also went on to state that there were approximately now 40 cases of people who were found to have the PIK gene alone. It was startling to me to say the least to discover such things even existed.  “But Lorelei she looks perfectly normal and healthy in that picture of the two of you.”

    

 “She is normal in my eyes Liam.”  She’s also a dear friend as well whom I’ve known for ages.” She responded knowing I’d keep scrolling down and reading. “Sellars was born with abnormally large and misshapen legs and feet, which continued to grow at a disproportionate rate. In a November 2009 interview, she estimated that she weighed about 21 stone (294 lb or 133 kg): 6 stone (84 lb or 38 kg) for her upper body and the remainder in her legs and feet (210 lb or 95 kg).” There was photo that accompanied the article.  I could barely believe what my eyes were taking in.“I met her years ago when she was here in Toronto on holiday.  She’d come in almost daily to the restaurant I was working at and we’d chat and have a little laugh together.  We talk about things I thought she might be interested in checking out around the city and what not.  We just got on really well and have always kept in touch one way or other.” I said and then continued.

     “I know what the physical eye sees when you look at her, but if you do that like so many people tend to do you miss out on so much more.  She’s not angry or bitter about her situation but rather she works to educate people about her unique situation, as well as people that suffer from Proteus Syndrome. She’s done several documentaries and talk shows to that affect, as well as her website.  But at the end of the day she’s human and genuine.  She’s educated, intelligent, funny, and compassionate, and yet when people are less than kind towards her she handles it with grace and dignity.” “She sounds like a remarkable person Lorelei.  I can see why you two would get on so well together, like houses on fire I should imagine.” Said Liam as he laid the laptop on the coffee table and took my hand.

     “She is indeed remarkable, and I think she’s taught me a good many life lessons over the years as well.  About dignity, respect, compassion and never letting anyone or anything stop you in life or hold you back from whatever it is you want to achieve in life.  Mandy is an inspiration to a lot of people though, she’s a very humble soul and can get a bit flustered by compliments.” I said “Like another very remarkable woman that I have the pleasure of knowing.” Lima said as he squeezed my hand. “We’ll have to invite her to the wedding and if she can’t make it for some reason we’ll have to visit her one day.  She sounds like I’d really like her as well.” Liam said softly. “You would indeed like her.” I said as I leaned in for a kiss. 

     We had a little fun snuggling and then decided to select another movie to enjoy before we called it a night.  Even watching the second movie we’d still be calling it a fairly early evening which was fine with both us as I think we both had plans for another romantic interlude together. This we’d selected a romantic comedy and while Liam set it up I went into the kitchen to make him a little snack to enjoy while we watched.  Barclay hot footed it after me into the kitchen, knowing that food was in the offing.  So I grabbed him a couple of his kitty treats out of the cupboard to placate the other man in my life so he didn’t think I was playing favourites with Liam.  Barclay purred happily as he devoured his snack and I scratched him behind the ears and patted him on the head affectionately.

     

    When I returned to the living room Liam was all ready to go.  I settled in next to him on the sofa.  He draped one arm around my shoulders and his other hand he used to devour his snack. “It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed homemade cookies and milk before bedtime.” He said grinning and draining the last swallow of milk from the glass. “You take such good care of me sweetheart and I appreciate it.” And he gave me a quick kiss before we gave our full attentions to the film on the screen.  We enjoyed the movie and both had a good laugh over it but what mattered most to us was that we’d shared it together.  I took the empty glass and plate back to the kitchen and rinsed them and put them in the dishwasher while Liam put the DVD away and shut off the television.  

    I rejoined him in the living room and he reached his hands out towards me and pulled me into his lap, and wrapped his arms around.  “So Mr. Conlin what did you have in mind now?” I inquired as demurely as I possibly could. “Sometimes it’s just easier to show some one that to tell them” he responded drawing me close and nuzzling the nape of neck, which he had quickly discovered was one of the keys to unlocking my inhibitions.  I found myself purring in a low throaty way as he ravished my throat in a slow incredibly seductive manner. I could feel the heat rising within me and I was certain Liam could feel the change as my warm flesh brushed against his.

    With one hand he cupped my breast and massaged it.  He was always so tender with me, my gentle giant of a man. With the other he reached behind him and somehow managed to turn off the table lamp.  His dark eyes shone like beacons in the night, guiding me to the safety of his arms. It was so easy to surrender myself to him and yet it was always of my own free will.  I loved and adored my Liam so dearly, so completely. Along his back my fingers drew slow lazy designs which caused him to shiver ever so slightly, as if anticipating the quickly approaching time when those same finger tips would be dancing unfettered by clothing across his naked flesh.  I loved the way the two of us would tease the other, so tenderly and respectful of the other but at the same time the underlying passions we had simmering just beneath the surface were undeniable as well. Those passions welled up with in us and demanded to be sated.

    
Everything about the way Lorelei and I made love was like a very pure and unadulterated form of art to me.  Our bodies the canvases, our hands, fingers and mouths the tools we choose to create our works with and bring those creations to life.  She was the one woman that had ever awoken such sensations in me.  It was so much more than just physical with her when we came together.  It was an all-encompassing experience, that I shared with her, yes it was physical of course but deeper than that as well, oh so much deeper.  It filled in all those spaces in my heart that I had never realized were lacking until she had come along and filled them for me. It was spiritual and life changing for me, and I planned on experiencing the euphoria of it as often as possible.

    I rose with her in my arms and set her feet firmly on the floor as I continued to kiss and caress her.  My hands found their way to her waist and I deftly un did the button on her shorts and managed to unzip them as well,  a small dug on the belt loops and they readily descended over her hips and down those smooth tanned legs of hers.  She in turn of course had mirrored my own actions and I found my shorts now puddled around my feet entrapping them, so I quickly freed myself by stepping out of them and kicking them aside.

    Performing a seductive little dance of her own she was guiding me and urging me towards our bedroom with her movements. I held her in my arms as we continued our dance together and somehow, at the same time we managed to fully undress each other as well.  Previous to this I would have sworn that things like this only happened in movies, never to someone like me.  Our choreographed dance together was perfect and we were now poised at the entrance to our love nest, devoid and unencumbered by our clothing. I kissed her deeply then scooped her up in my arms, I don’t know why other than I had this desire to carry her across the threshold any threshold now that she wore my ring upon her hand.  If nothing more it was a symbolic gesture on my part, as it was heralding another new phase for us, a new adventure in life just for the two of us to share.

    Her arms wrapped around my neck she was soft and warm in my arms and I could feel her curves against my body pressing into me, the rise and fall of her chest against my own and it sent a rush of adrenaline throughout my body.  I needed to make love to her and my pace quickened as I advanced towards our bed and laid her upon it. She never allowed me to break the connection when I laid her down she just pulled me in on top of her, my body blanketing hers. I could feel my rigidness against the smoothness of her thigh and I pressed into and slowly rotated my hips against her.  The kisses she gave me were divinely enticing and only caused me to hunger for even more of them.  My fingers slipped between us so that I could stroke that tender soft down I knew I would find there.  How I loved the feel of it, so silky soft, so warm to the touch.  The more I stroked her the more my little kitten purred and mewled to communicate her delight to me.  When my finger slid between her soft moist folds and I found her little pea nestled in its shell she thrust her hips towards me to meet my strokes.  Her sticky fluids now slickly coated my fingers and I could inhale the scent of her arousal which only fueled my own arousal.

    She was on the verge of sweet explosion that I could sense it building in her.  The heaving of her breasts, the ragged, rapid breaths and just when I thought I would push her over the edge she caught me completely off guard and managed to flip me over on to my back.  She grinned triumphantly, and I knew I instinctively knew from the gleam in her eyes that she had every, intent of giving me back everything and more than what I had been trying to bring to her pleasure wise.  She moved her body with great agility until she was straddling me but had her shapely bottom facing me. I ran my hands over her firm haunches, and up her waist, then down again slowly until I had the firm orbs of her buttocks cupped in my hands.  Her hair hung down her back and swayed in time with her movements.  She stretched out her torso and leaned forward.  Her tongue made contact with my rigid pole of flesh and I felt a small convulsion of surge through me.  She wriggled her cute little bottom towards me and that lovely mound hers was now temptingly within my reach.    I inhaled that intoxicating womanly scent of hers before arching my back slightly and raising my head so that I could seek out the source of that heavenly aroma.  My outstretched tongue reached out and connected with that fount of hers.  It was pure ambrosia, just as I knew it would be.

 

    With one hand wrapped around Liam’s maleness I began to stroke him, my other hand trailed up and down his thighs, feeling their muscled firmness which was only surpassed by the firmness of the rod of flesh which protruded skyward between his thighs.  It was sacred to me and I treated it with the reverence it deserved.   Those first few dewy drops of his arousal were far more of an aphrodisiac to me than anything else could ever be, for I knew I had whetted his desires and I planned to see both him and his desires fully sated. His fulfillment and pleasure meant everything to me, even more than taking my own pleasure could. I loved Liam heart, body and soul. We worked in unison each delving into the depths of the other, using our bodies to coax the other to even greater heights of passion and desire.  As much as I loved the taste of his sticky seed I wanted, no I needed him inside of me.  

   I began to raise my hips and thus ease his mouth from my mound which by now ran freely, with the combination of both his secretions and my own.  I could hear his moans of protest at this move but I persisted and managed to crawl into a kneeling position.  I raised my bottom half into the air and rested the weight of my body upon my elbows.  I looked over my shoulder, my eyes smouldering with desire for him. He slid into position behind me on his knees.  His large firm hands stroked my backside and thighs.  I felt the swollen head of his erection sliding against the cleft of my folds before he finally parted them and began his decent into me.  His hands rested on   either side of my lower back and he began to take long languid strokes into my canal, as if he was dipping an oar into the waters and gliding effortlessly along as a result.

    I would rock backwards to meet his strokes.  The sweet friction created inside me as his manhood slid in and out of my tight wet orifice. 

     I found myself bearing down as the pleasure was building.  His own climax was building and I was willing myself to experience it and share the moment with him.   He grasped me firmly and began to plunge his sword of flesh into me again and again.  The momentum building with each thrust he took.  I in turn would thrust back meeting each thrust as he impaled me again and again.  My back was arched and my breathing was laboured.  I imagined he looked like a mighty lion the king of the jungle mating with his lioness, wild free, and uninhibited. When I thought I was on the verge of collapse and could no longer prolong my climax I heard his own voice roar out as he released himself into me. He held me firmly as he emptied himself into me.  Spent and panting he pressed himself down on top of me. Muttering again and again “My love, my love my precious love.”

    “You are mine, Liam, my perfect and enduring love for all time.” I returned to him.  Tears pricked at my eyelids.  I was so very in love with this man that held me in his embrace, the man that was the pinnacle of my universe.  I was overcome with my emotions, this dear sweet man was mine and I still wondered if he truly would ever see himself the way that I did and always would. After we finally did manage to untangle ourselves and freshen up a bit we lay together still naked and bathed in the afterglow, as we continued to exchange quite intimate sentiments that were for our ears and our ears alone.  My head resting on his chest I listened to the beat of his heart that had now settled into a calm and soothing rhythm.  I snuggled into him and kissed his chest my fingers strumming across his flesh delicately.  There was no need to look up at him for I could feel the radiance of his smile beaming down on me as he held me.  When I did raise my head to gaze at him he was indeed just as I had imagined him to be. I smiled back and he leaned down and kissed me delicately.  Eventually sleep draped its cloak over the two of us as we lay cradled together secure in the knowledge of our love for one another.

Author’s Note:

A sincere thank you to my dear friend Mandy Sellar’s for allowing me to reference her in this latest work.  If you’d like to learn more about Mandy and her unique situation please feel free to access her website at: www.mandysellars.com  Mandy truly is a remarkable individual and someone I am proud to be able to call my friend.

While my editor and talented co blogger Mike Thomas has been a huge support and convinced me to begin this project of writing and publishing it on line to begin with and I own him a huge debt of gratitude that I doubt I shall ever be able to repay other than to continue to support him and urge you to follow him as well at his own blog:  http://amoristicpillow.blogspot.com  He is a talented and gifted individual and I am truly grateful that he has chosen to work with me and grace me with his time and talents.

Thanks again to all of you that have supported and believed in me, I could never had done it with youJ

Part 18

     Despite the fact that it had been a perfect day, waking up with the woman I loved and spending time with her, the elation of batting in those winning runs, and some great time with my friends, I was feeling somewhat deflated.  The day was slipping through my fingers as quickly as a handful of beach sand would.I drove along in silence trying my damnedest to figure out the solution to my dilemma.  I wasn’t a morose person by nature quite the contrary but right now I felt about as low as I could get. How was I supposed to go back to not greeting the dawning of each new day without her by my side or ending the day with her in my arms?  Was I just being selfish and thinking only of myself and my own needs and desires?  The questions multiplied and circled around and around in my brain at an almost dizzying rate I found myself clutching the steering wheel in a death grip my knuckles turning white.

    “I don’t want to do either” her soft voice quavered, and a quick sideways glance at her told me she was facing the same dilemma I was.  Her lip was quivering, as tear drops slid down her cheek.  She quickly brushed them away with her hand, and placed it on my knee and gave me a little squeeze. She amazed me the way she could get inside of my head and into my thoughts the way she did. We were always on the same wave length about the things that mattered most to us. With my right hand I released my vice like grip on the steering wheel and gently covered her hand which was resting on my knee.  I continued to pilot the car along using only one hand while I tried to formulate my thoughts.  Everything was moving so fast, more rapidly than I had ever thought possible during all those months that I   harboured my secret crush on her. 

    My mind strayed back to when I’d just been a little shaver and my Dad had taught me how to ride a two wheeler. I was shaky and the bike wobbled at first but he held on to the seat firmly behind me running after me.  I was peddling madly and I didn’t realize that he’d let go and I was on my own, and when I did for the first moment I was filled with sheer terror that I didn’t have the safety net of my Dad there.  Now I was reliving that same moment of fear, only now it was my Lorelei that wouldn’t be there by my side keeping me on an even keel. I blew out a long steady sigh. “You know” she began in a soft tone of voice. “Everything is moving at warp speed with us, and if might seem crazy and impetuous to some people but it all seems to be so right for you and I Liam. I knew I wanted you in my life the first time I ever laid eyes on you. It was always you and it will always be you that I want in my life and by my side.  Now that you are here, I don’t want to miss a single thing with you.” She cuddled in and rested her head against my upper arm. “Gee, Brain, what do you want to do tonight?”

    

     I loved the way she could always manage to find the humour in things and make me smile, no matter what it was.  “The same thing we do every night Pinky-try to take over the world!” I returned taking her cue and carrying on with it. “Why, oh why, couldn’t life be summed up that easily?” I thought as I slipped my arm around her and gave her arm a little squeeze. Choosing my words carefully I began “I have actually been giving it some pretty serious thought.  I don’t want to be apart from you any more than I have to be and it’s not just because we’re lovers now either.  Though making love to you is pretty spectacular and definitely a two thumbs ups, five star rating sort of an event to be sure.” And I gave her a lopsided grin, as I continued to keep my eyes focused on the flow of traffic. “We both know it’s only a matter of time before we get married.” It was a simple statement of fact and we both realized it and accepted it at face value.

   Soon we were back and the house where we could pick up the conversation in earnest and not have to worry about interruptions or be concerned about traffic.  We decided to sit out in the back garden on the deck in the afternoon sun.  We stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a couple of cool drinks.  Barclay opened one eye and glanced at us as we came in, then wrapped his tail over his eyes and continued on with his nap in the sun on the back of the sofa as we slipped out the door and on to the deck. We settled in next to each other and Liam wrapped his arm around me and pulled me into him.  I rested my head on his shoulder and sighed. “Your right” I said cutting straight to the heart of the matter “You and I are going to be married one day, but until then what are we going to do?”

     “Well” said Liam, thoughtfully stroking his chin with his thumb.  “I seriously have thought about it and I hope you’ll hear me out before you say anything okay?”  I nodded. “In fact I think it’s the only solution to our problem short of hopping in the car and heading off to either Niagara Falls or the airport and catching a flight to Vegas.  I don’t think either of us really wants to get married by an Elvis impersonator.” We both giggled at the thought of some quickie, quirky wedding and as much as neither of us were main stream and wanted some big formal church wedding we knew our friends and family would want to be there to celebrate the occasion with us. “I think we should move into together.” He added with a very serious tone to his voice.  “It makes perfect sense if you think about it. We’re already spending every possible minute we can together, its sheer hell not having you here in my arms at night and I’ve thought that since the night of our first date, actually it’s been hell not having you in my arms from the first day I laid eyes on you nearly a year ago.  I would have given anything even then to have been able to just hold your hand.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a rush as though he thought I’d begin to protest.

   He needn’t have bothered as I’d felt the same way ever since I had first seen him on that day that now seemed so very long ago and now it just seemed as if he’d always been a part of my life. “Lor” he said taking my hand and gazing into my eyes “I can give you any number of reasons why we should start our lives together now, including practical ones like financial ones if we do, but the bottom line is that I love you more than anything or anyone in the universe.  If I’m being selfish or if it’s not what you want I’ll have to abide by that, but it just seems so right to me.” His eyes were focused on me and I could see the fear and hope mingled in them.  The fear was there in case I turned him down and hope that I’d agree to this proposal of his.

   “Everyone will think we’ve lost our minds and are being incredibly rash and impetuous, but I don’t care about all of that.  All that matters to me is what you and I think Liam. So the answer is yes. “Yes” he said slowly as if processing the fact that I had so readily agreed.  Then as it seemed to register “YES!!” he shouted out in glee and he broke into the broadest grin yet that I had ever seen cross his handsome face.  His dark eyes were flooded with love as he began to laugh until the tears began to roll down his cheeks.  “Yes, you said yes” he kept repeating over and over again as though there was a magical power in the words.  He pulled me into his lap and threw his arms around me as he kissed me firmly and deeply on the lips.  Then he pulled back and kissed the top of my head in rapid succession as he kept murmuring “How happy I’d made him and that he loved me more than anything”

   I laughed until I cried as well, my sides aching from all the laughter, filled with joy at the knowledge that I was going to be starting my life with the man of my dreams in earnest.  Not just weekends of sharing our time and our precious love for one another. “We have to make plans.  No, no first we have to celebrate Lor.” He babbled at me excitedly as he jumped to his feet. “Sweetheart” I chuckled at him, tickled pink by his happiness which was contagious.  “All I need, all I’ll ever need to celebrate is to be with you.” I caught his hands in mine, and he pulled me up and began to twirl me around like we out on a dance floor tripping the lights fantastic on some ballroom floor.  Had anyone been privy to seeing us in such a state I’m quite sure eyebrows would have been raised and the questions such as “Have the two of them completely lost what little of their minds they have left?” “They have to be higher than kites nobody can be that happy without some really good pharmaceuticals!”  But we were that happy. Love was the best drug in the world and it made our spirits soar

   Liam leaned down and kissed me as he held me in his arms still swaying to the music that only the two of us were able to hear.  For it was a duet that was being played so beautifully and sweetly by our hearts and souls coming together. Finally breathless and still laughing we collapsed and took a seat once more.  We sat snuggled together revelling in the fact we had found the perfect solution to our not having to be parted any more than possible ever again. Suddenly Liam’s face lit up and he stood up and dashed into the house calling over his shoulder.  “Just stay put Lor, I’ve got something for you!”  I have to admit I was curious but remained seated anxiously waiting his return. He finally returned a triumphant look in his eyes. He got down on one knee before me and held out his clasped hand towards me and slowly opened it.  Resting on his open palm was a ring with an emerald in the centre of it.

    “I know it’s not much just my senior class ring from St. Michael’s College School, and it’s my birthstone not a diamond but it’s the only ring I have and I want you to wear it.  It’s not an engagement ring but I still want to give you a token of my commitment to you and our future together.  I love you with all my heart and all my soul Lorelei Brigid Siobhan Gallagher, will you do me the honour of wearing my ring and knowing my heart is true to you and to you alone?” A flood of emotions enveloped me and I found tears of joy escaping the corners of my eyes as I shook my head yes, until I must have looked like some crazy bobble headed doll on somebody’s dashboard.

   

  “Yes, yes, yes a thousand times and more yes Liam.” I burbled at him in my excitement. He took my hand in his and slipped the cool metal band over my ring finger, then leaned in and kissed it. Then turning his face towards me he locked his eyes on mine and we both knew in that instant that this was just another of many firsts yet to come for us.  Despite the solemnness of the situation I couldn’t help but inject some form of humour into it. “So is this a Mafioso sort of a thing or kiss the Bishops ring sort of a thing? I asked my eyes twinkling at him Always quick to pick up on my sense of humour he readily quipped back, “Take your pick, either way you step out of line with the Mafia or the Catholic Church and you’ll end up getting burned.”  I burst out laughing at his answer, “Liam that’s very naughty of you” I chided him despite the grin on my face. “What would your Mum say about you being so blatantly flippant?”

    “Simple” he shrugged  “My Mum would start by calling me Liam Padraig Conlin, young man, and whenever she uses my full name I know I’m in the dog box with her for certain.  Then she’d box my ears drag me off to confession and hand me a set of rosary beads out of her purse so I could do penance. Things are pretty cut and dry with my Mum about things like that.  My Dad however would see the humour in it but go along with my Mum to keep peace in the house.  You know the whole happy wife, happy life thing.” He kissed my hand once more than got up and slid into the seat beside me.  His arm rested comfortably around me and I snuggled into him my hand held out before me  admiring the ring he’d just placed on my hand and what it had meant for him to do such a thing.

    “You know, I’ve never given any woman or girl for that matter a ring before, not even back in high school.  Guess I’ve always been waiting for the right one all these years.” I said smiling at Lorelei who was still admiring the glittering band and emerald.  She read the Latin inscription on it aloud. “Quis ut Deu”, it translates to “who is like unto God” doesn’t it?” she inquired and began to continue, until I cut her off. “I know, it’s not a diamond, and I’m sorry about that you deserve the best Lor, but I’ll get you one, one day I promise.” I vowed to her.  “My Mum and Dad had my birthstone set it when they gave it to me a birthday gift my senior year.” I added by way of explanation for what she might consider a major faux pas for something of this magnitude even if was only a promise ring from our future.”

   “No” she said firmly “It’s the perfect ring for me Liam, don’t you know what emeralds represent?  They signify the humility of the giver and the acknowledgement that they don’t have everything figured out yet, and that’s so true in our case.  We know where we want to be but just haven’t sorted out all the fine details yet.  They also are associated with Venus the goddess of love and when given with a pure heart will bind lovers even closer in their love and faithfulness to each other. They also represent growth, especially fertility.” She added and blushed furiously over this last revelation. I knew exactly why she was blushing so divinely red.  Even though we’d never discussed the often delicate issue of birth control nor had we discussed trying to have a family of our own one day.  Of course I’d thought about having children with her which was another first for me, but we’d yet to discuss the matter. 

     Her lip was trembling now and her eyes were downcast.  “Hey” I said taking my hand and tilting her head up gently so I could look her in the eye.  “I love you, and we’re in this for the long haul, so children are a distinct possibility for us one day.  In fact the way we’ve been carrying on the last couple of days it’s a possibility that we already have created a new life together.  We’ve never talked about birth control or anything like that, and I’m not the sort to just assume it’s all your responsibility.  I mean I could have abided by the baseball theory on making love.” She looked a bit puzzled so I continued.  “You know you can’t pitch without your glove, no glove no love.”  The irony of the fact that I was wearing a baseball uniform and I was the pitcher as well wasn’t lost on either of us and we started to grin.

    “Ideally I do want children with you someday Liam.” She answered softly and I noticed her hands were stroking her tummy and she was lost in deep thought.  I placed my hand over hers “And when and if we do have kids they’ll be perfect like their beautiful mother.” I reassured her.She squeezed my hand and laughed.  “If we ever have kids they’ll be holy terrors to be sure.  Cute as buttons, too smart for their own good and spirited little imps that will drive us nuts, but we’ll love them to bits and pieces.” What could I do but agree with her.  “Yep you’re probably right that they’ll be quite the little characters and a real handful but they’ll be good kids as well. They’ll also be kind hearted and thoughtful just the same as you are my dear.” I said smiling at her. 

   She cuddled into me seemingly reassured that pregnant or not we’d deal with things as they came, and we’d do it together.  She giggled but said nothing.  “Okay what’s so funny?”  I inquired of her. “I know that you’ll be a totally awesome Dad when the time comes Liam but my mind just flashed to our kid in a tied dyed onesie and you singing “China Cat Sunflower” to lull them to sleep.” She laughed again at the thought. “Now what makes you say something like that?” I asked even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer to the question. “Sweetie I’ve seen your leanings in music, books and videos, and let us not forget I’ve also done your laundry and put it away.  I don’t exactly have to be Sherlock Holmes to figure out what some of the influences in your life have been.  With a Dad like you are kids are going to be cool little hipsters.”

    “Busted” I laughed realizing how spot on she was. I also had to think the dancing bears would make a nice border in the nursery, but maybe she’d consider that pushing the issue.  I’d keep my own council on that for the time being. It was both sobering and exhilarating to the two of us to think that there was the possibility that we were already on the verge of parenthood. May have been crazy but we also mutually made the decision to keep on doing what we were doing and if and when it happened, we’d be secure in the knowledge our child was conceived in love and was truly wanted by the two of us. We spent the rest of the afternoon making plans for the future.  We decided it made the most sense for her to give notice to her landlady that she was going to be moving out.

  

      I knew it would be hard on her as she truly adored Mrs. Silverton and would miss seeing the old dear each day. We figured we could spend a few hours each night packing boxes at her place and moving smaller items over in the car.  The bigger items like furniture we’d enlist a few of our buddies with pickup trucks and take care of it on a Saturday.  We in turn would supply a great meal to them to show them our thanks for the help.  We’d even figured out pretty much when and how we’d break the news to our parents that we were going to be as we knew that they’d put it “living in sin” and I had images of my Mum branding up a pair of heathens, despite the fact we planned on making it very clear that marriage was an inevitable thing for the two of us.

   Combining our two households was going to be a challenge but I knew we could do it and reach a happy medium.  I’d deal with things like realizing I now would have a set of royal Dalton china for formal occasions and crystal wine glasses.  There loads of other changes for me, but I knew there would be for her as well.  She’s have access to every tool she could ever imagine, both power and other wise.  There would be new things around the house to make it as much her space as mine. Combining our art work and other knick knacks and the like that defined each of our personalities in their own way. We’d drifted inside as we’d been discussing the possible places we’d rearrange furniture and the like to turn this into our home.  I realized the time by the grumbles coming from my stomach.  She obviously heard my tummy rumbling as she laughed and said “Let me guess you’re hungry again?”

    I grinned sheepishly at her. “Well since you brought it up, yeah I could go for a little something.”  She reached up and put her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “Okay sport, how about I fix us something to eat and you run and have a shower and get cleaned up.  We got a bit side tracked earlier.”  “Sounds good to me, mind I’ll miss you in the shower.  I rather enjoy shower time now.” I grinned at her. She just gave me another kiss and pointed me in the direction of the shower.  “Fine, be like that.”  I grumbled at her, but couldn’t stop myself from grinning, she was staying and I knew there would be a lot of great intimate times with her still to come. By the time I got out of the shower and had changed into some clean clothes all I had to do was follow my nose to the heavenly scents that were wafting from the kitchen. “Something smells totally amazing in here.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her cheek.  “Anything I can do to help?””

    She pressed back into me and purred.  “Yes please, would you mind setting the table and putting out a couple of hot pads for the casserole dish.  Oh and the salad is in the fridge would you mind getting that out too please? “Yes, ma’am” and I gave her another quick kiss on her cheek as I helped her finishing getting ready for dinner. “I hope you like it.  It’s on the spicy side and I hope that’s okay as well.”  She’d brought the casserole dishes to the table and used a pot holder to uncover them.  One revealed a steaming dish of beef enchiladas with cheese melted temptingly on top of them. The other contained a rice dish, there was also a bowl of salad and a dish of sour cream on the table. “Another feast” I said eyeing the table appreciatively, and holding out her chair for her.  “For the record I totally love Mexican and the spicier the better.”  Now that we were both seated we filled our plates and began to enjoy the delicious looking meal before us.“I thought I’d made enough for you to take for your lunch tomorrow.” She laughed at me as she eyed my well heaped plate.

   

 “Ops, sorry it’s just your such a great cook and I’m not used to all these great home cooked meals, I’ve survived mainly on take out, cereal and the kindness of friends and family despite the fact I actually can cook.” I grinned back at her.  “No it’s great there is no better compliment to a chef than having someone that really enjoys their efforts.” She smiled at me as I continued to make the most of the delicious meal in front of me. “Yet another incredibly dynamite meal. Thank you” I said as I gave her a quick peck on the cheek as we cleaned up the kitchen together.  Barclay was busy entwining himself around our feet, trying to indicate that he wouldn’t mind a bit of dinner himself.  Lorelei filled up his food bowls and water dish while I gave the countertops a final swipe and folded the cloth and hung it up to dry.

    We wandered out to the living room and collapsed on the sofa together.  I stretched my legs out and put my feet on the coffee table.  Lorelei curled up beside me her legs tucked under her.  I draped my arm around her and drew her close.  “It’s been a big day eh?” I said to her and nuzzled her hair just to catch a whiff of the delicate scent that always managed to cling to her.  “It sure has” she said holding her hand out and once again looking at the ring that now encircled her left hand ring finger.  “A day I’ll never forget and will always cherish.”  She said as she looked into my eyes and kissed me sweetly.

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Part 17

    Serene. That’s what it was to be lying here beneath the moon and stars with my lover nestled beside me.  It had been a crazy day but a great day.  My family had always been a spirited group, and that Lorelei had taken it all in stride and not even batted an eye, just reaffirmed that she was the one for me.  “My family really liked you, you know.” I said to her. I could see her face in the moon light and how the corners of her mouth had turned up into a smile. “I know and I really liked them too.  Though I have a feeling I may lock horns with your Mum on occasion, over how we’ll live our lives together. We’ll just have to learn to shake hands and agree to disagree on some things. Everybody made me feel really welcome and not like I was an outsider.  That meant a lot to me Liam.” She said as she snuggled in closer to the crook of my arm.

   “The kids especially took a shine to you.  You’ll have no trouble at all wrapping them around your little finger.” I said as I gazed into her eyes which twinkled just as brightly as the stars above us did. “You’re just saying that because they’ve already figured out I’m just as nutty and just as much of a big kid as their beloved Uncle Liam is.” She replied in a teasing tone. “Maybe, but I actually believe kids and animals are the best judges of human character in the world.  They’re still innocent and untouched, they have this innate sense of knowing how is a genuinely good person and how isn’t.  Like they can see your aura and know if you’re truly good and decent or if it’s all just some sort of a sham.  Kids are pretty sharp, sharper than most adults give them credit for being. As for animals look at what a great judge of character Barclay was when it came to me!” he crowed triumphantly at making his point.

     She gave me a gentle elbow in the side and giggled “I suppose all those treats and cat toys had nothing to do with it?” “Nope it didn’t I’m just a great guy and Barclay, being the smart cookie he is knows it.” And with that I leaned in and kissed her to end any further debate on the topic. We lay there wrapped in one another’s arms, enjoying the peace and solitude of just being together and staring at the heavens above us. “You know” I said breaking the silence “I’ve always loved just lying on the ground and stargazing like this, even when I was a kid.  When I got older, I’d find myself wondering what it would be like to have someone to share it with someone that would appreciate the beauty and magnitude of it all. There are magical mysteries up there.

    All those stories of Greek mythology mapped out like connect the dot diagrams, if you just know how to see it in your mind.” I used my finger to draw in the imaginary lines to flesh out the picture. “Like this one over here, it’s Cygnus the swan, and if we had a telescope you’d be able to see that the star representing the head is actually a double star.  Two stars both sparking gemstones one a brilliant blue and the other a golden yellow.” My finger outlined the wing span.  “Then there is the most brilliant of them all is Deneb which is the swan’s heart.”

 

   I lightly laid my finger just behind her ear and began to slowly trace it down the slope of her throat and along her clavicle to the cleft between her breasts. “You know swans have long been associated with erotic connotations.” I whispered to her my voice growing husky as I did. Her blue eyes shimmered at me as brightly as those stars above us and I drew her on top of me and wrapped my arms around her, followed by a slow lingering kiss.  One that I hoped conveyed to her that she was my swan, beautiful graceful and erotic to me. She pressed against me and the kiss we shared became deeper, our tongues searching each other out, and exploring one another.  Her hands began to roam through my hair and over my chest and shoulders.  I could sense the quickening pace of her heart, and it beat in time with my own heart.  My hand reached up and cupped her clothed breast and I began to gently knead and massage it.  I could feel the way she was responding to me her legs stretching out and slowly entwining them with mine.

    I felt the surge of adrenaline throughout my own body and a surge of it to that pole of flesh that was now rigid and straining against the fabric of my boxers and shorts. The movement of her hips grazing repetitively against mine was filling me with even more desire for the beautiful woman I now held in my arms. It may have been prudent at this point to suggest we move inside, but someone making love to her under the moon and the stars just felt like the right thing.  The back garden was surrounded by a privacy fence as well a windbreak of trees and shrubs, so I felt pretty secure in the knowledge that we wouldn’t be startling any of the neighbours with our ensuing expressions of our love for each other. “Are you sure we should be doing this?” she asked, in a breathless wisp of a voice.

    “We’re safely tucked away from the neighbours eyes my love.” I assured her and kissed the tip of her nose as I gazed into her eyes.  “No, not that silly, I mean should you be expending so much energy before the big game tomorrow?  Aren’t you athletes supposed to conserve your energy before the big game?” her eyes were bright and filled with mirth as she spoke the words.“Sweetheart, we’re just a bunch of guys having some fun, our glory days on the field are in the past. Your my future, and you’re the most important team I’m ever going to be a member of.” She smiled at me obviously pleased with my response.  “So, what do you say, shall we my dear?”“I say, time to step up to the plate slugger and go for a home run.” She giggled and at the same time cupped her hand around my Louisville slugger and began to massage me, which only made me moan with pleasure and desire her even more.

    It was a quickly ensuing frenzy as we quickly disrobed and abandoned our shirts and shorts now only our undergarments remained.  I had to admit her matching bra and panty set was much far sexier than my blue boxers were. The swell of those perfect breasts of her rising out of the cups of her lacy bra was enough to spike my temperature by several degrees.  Round and as full as the moon above us, I brought my face to them and nuzzled them gently.  I was conscious of my five o’clock stubble and treated them with the utmost of gentleness.

      The silky white panties that covered her succulent little honey pot had an embellishment of lace on them and made her look incredibly sexy and desirable.  The night air was had cooled and a light summer breeze licked at our exposed flesh.  She shivered slightly and I drew her into a warm embrace and wrapped my body around her. Her skin was silken against my own and I revelled in the softness of it and the sensuous curves that my hands were running over again and again as I caressed her.  It was pure joy to have her in my arms, to feel her skin on mine to hear her breath and feel its warmth against my own flesh, and to hear her little moans of pleasure and her deep throaty purrs. With some skillful maneuvering on both our parts we were soon naked as jay birds in all our glory.  Being outside like this seemed to heighten all of our senses, the feel of the grass brushing against us, the scents of earth, roses and lilacs wafting through the air.  The sounds of crickets chirping and the good night calls of birds to their mates as they settled in surrounded us. It was a very peaceful and idyllic scene for us to make love in.

    Life was going on all around us but the most vital thing of all was the two of us and our need to consummate our love once more.  The kisses were generous and gentle, no need to rush, the touches and caresses deft and meaningful. There were graceful swan like movements as she glided over my body, covering me with butterfly like kisses.  She claimed her ultimate prize and loving administered to it.  My hips rising to meet her exceptionally deep kisses of the gift I gave so willing to her eager mouth.  I stroked her hair as she did, and I could tell from the look in her eyes that she truly loved pleasuring me and making sure that I was genuinely aroused.  I felt the same as I returned her affections and tasted the sweet honeyed nectar that ran so freely.  It gave me such a deep sense of satisfaction knowing how much pleasure she derived from my attentions as well and I felt myself growing even harder.

     As I was on the verge of a mind shattering implosion in my nether regions I needed to become one with Liam.  He instinctively sensed my need for him to enter me as he very gently rolled me over, the grass blades prickling against my highly sensitive flesh.  Every nerve in my body was on high alert. He positioned himself at the entrance to my love canal teasing me as he slid his swollen head over my slickness.  I bit my lip as I willed him to ease himself into me and fill me completely.  His dark eyes pierced into my very soul. The rush I felt as he slid into me sinking into the hilt of his shaft, holding himself there, filling me becoming a part of me.  His kisses were aflame with passion as he kissed me deeply.  My hips would rise with his so that I could maintain that feeling of fullness and the connection we shared.  Slowly I surrendered myself to the inevitable and our bodies found a natural flow to our movements. I ran my hands over his body, feeling the tautness of his muscles as he dove into my depths again and again. Like a honeybee gathering his nectar from the depths of my flower and storing it before he released his own sweet stickiness inside of me. 

  

   The sweet friction between us, building and pushing us both closer to our ultimate climaxes, sweat gleaming on our bodies in the moonlight. We both worked together to achieve not only our own pleasure but the pleasure for each other. I could see it in his eyes, feel in in his kisses and caresses he wanted to give me all that he could.  I could feel the quivering convulsions of my orgasm beginning to crest as he drove into me with one great final thrust.  I held on to him as if my life depended on it, riding on a sea of delights at the hands of my Liam.  His own body was shuddering and convulsing as he spent himself inside of me.  He clasped me tightly the weight of his body falling against mine, panting, breathless.  Fervent kisses were smothered over my face and shoulders, whispers of “I love you” sprang from both of our lips over and over again. A sweet little song, a testament to the love we had just made.  The spasms and little tremors finally ceased and the jaggedness of our breathing and pulses began to calm. We lay bathed in the glory of our sexual congress.  Soft kisses, gentle caresses, whispered intimacies that were for our ears only eased our transition from the afterglow back into the reality around us. I shivered slightly in the night breeze as we lay there still coupled together just enjoying being together, and I snuggled into the warms of Liam’s chest and arms.

     “I think it’s time for us to head inside.” I said responding to her little involuntary shivers from the cool air on her naked flesh.  She sighed and seemed reluctant to break the spell we were in, but nodded in agreement.  We could feel the dew starting to settle as we gathered our stray clothes in our arms.  Giggling like a couple of teenagers who were stealing out of their cabins at summer camp to take a forbidden skinny dipping session in the lake, we streaked into the house.I took the clothes from her arms and tossed them in a pile by the door, and then I took her in my arms.  “Dance with me” I requested. “You want to slow dance now?” she questioned me a curious smile.  “Yeppers” and I began to serenade her as I held her in my arms. “We get it on most every night when that moon is big and bright it’s a supernatural delight everybody’s dancing in the moonlight” and I persevered and continued on until the end of the song despite my lack of ability to carry a tune. I could tell she was delighted by my spontaneous serenade by the way she rewarded me with the broadest of her smiles and the sweetest of kisses. 

“I love that song you know, but if we’d stayed out much longer you might have had to sing me “Blue Moon instead.” She joked.  I slid my hands down her waist and cupped my hands around her pert little bottom.  I massaged them with my ample hands feeling them warm under my palms as I did so.  “Never fear my dear I’m always going to take care of you.” My eyes still smouldering with my desires for her, I scooped her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom. I knew we were both tired and I loved looking at that dreamy smile on her lips.  I gently laid her in the bed and slipped in beside her and covered her up.  She snuggled into me her head resting on my chest. Her one arm wrapped around my chest the other rested on top of it.  My own arms held her close and I kissed her softly on the forehead through wisp of hair that had come undone from her ponytail and now framed her face.

     Her eyes half closed in slumber a peaceful contented look up on her face and a smile upon her lips.  She was so beautiful to me and I wondered how I had ever managed to get this far in my life without her by my side.  It was as if she had always been a part of me and a part of my life and I wouldn’t have it any other way, as I drifted off to sleep myself knowing I was loved, and that I loved my Lorelei. I woke in the morning and stretched out, easing the tension out of my body.  Making love in the great outdoors last night might have seemed romantic at the time but I had to admit to feeling just a wee bit stiff this morning.  I had to grin though at the thought of it.  It had totally been worth it though and I’d do it all over again with her in a heartbeat no questions asked. I rolled over expecting her to be there but her place beside me was empty.  For a brief moment I wondered what had become of her. It was funny but after only a couple nights of her sharing my bed, it seemed suddenly very large and empty without her in it beside me.  My question was soon answered as she appeared in the door way carrying a breakfast tray.

     “Good morning sleepy head. Did you sleep well?” she grinned at me as she came over and waited for me to sit up and get comfortable before she rested the tray on my lap. She leaned in and kissed me and I had to grin as this time she’d nicked one of the dress shirts from my closet and had it buttoned and the sleeves rolled up.  I had to admit she looked great in it and I whistled appreciatively as I drank her in.  She giggled, and backed up and twirled around modeling it for me.  I was beginning to love her little fashion shows first thing in the morning and I thought she looked pretty damn sexy wearing my clothes. She leaned in and kissed me sweetly.  “Now sit up and dig in enjoy your breakfast.”  I sniffed the air and my stomach grumbled reminding me that once again I was famished.

    “Once again this smells and looks amazing.  You’re totally going to spoil me though if you keep cooking like this for me.”  I said as I dug in.  I thoughtfully chewed and swallowed the first mouthful and was in culinary heaven. “These are the most perfect eggs benedict I’ve ever had Lor.”  She beamed at my compliment.  There was also a cup of freshly brewed coffee, orange juice, and a bowl of yogurt that had a freshly sliced peach fanned out in a flower shape with a centre of fresh plump blueberries.  She always went out of her way to make me feel special, and even her special attention to the presentation of the meals she made for me, never escaped me.“Aren’t you going to join me?” I asked her in between savouring mouthfuls of my delicious breakfast. She shook her head.  “No I’ve already eaten while I was waiting for you to wake up.  You looked so peaceful I just let you sleep and figured I’d treat you to a nice breakfast in bed.”

   

     I placed the now empty tray on the nightstand, and she moved up beside me and leaned in for a proper good morning kiss.  What more could a man want in life a beautiful woman by his side, a full stomach and a great nights’ sleep.  I felt like I was on top of the world.  I felt totally energized and ready to face the day that lay ahead of me. “So what time’s your game today?” she asked me, when our lips finally finished communing with each other and saying good morning.  “Half ten.” I responded. “Then afterwards we’ll more than likely head out and grab a bite of lunch together somewhere have a couple beers or whatever.  Are you going to be okay with that?  I know things like that can be a bit daunting the first time you meet so many people at once.” “I’ll be fine, but thanks for the concern.  I ended up doing well meeting your family, so your friends should be even easier to deal with.” She responded.

     I furrowed my brow as I tried to process that bit of information.  “It’s really quite simple silly, you don’t get to choose your family but your friends are people you choose to have in your life.”  Somehow it made perfect sense to me and I understood exactly what she meant. We spent the rest of our morning in leisurely pursuits, just relaxing and enjoying being in one another’s company.  To neither of our surprise, we ended up having another steamy torrid session of love making as we once again choose to join each other in the shower. The love making was incredible as it always was between us but the shared intimacies after of bathing each other and exploring territory that we were beginning to know oh so well was also a thrill to me.

   After we’d toweled off and had wrapped ourselves in large fluffy towels, we jockeyed for positions over the sink for teeth brushing, shaving and the like.  I wasn’t finding it the least bit difficult to share my once male dominated world with her. Now and again we’d brush against one another, or stop for a small tender kiss, and now and again I’d catch her ogling my chest or buttocks and I’d have to admit that I found myself  preening a bit for her benefit. I felt a bit like a peacock spreading my feathers to attract my mate, and it seemed that my efforts were greatly appreciated by my audience of one.

    We were finally dressed, had our water bottles filled and were ready to take off.  I thought I cut quite a dashing figure in my uniform.  Apparently she did as well as I caught her giving a rather prime piece of real estate otherwise now as my arse some appreciative glances.  My glove in one hand and my arm around her we headed out to the car.  She was quite the cheeky little minx as she planted her hand on my bottom and gave it an affectionate little pat.  I opened the car door for her and gave her a quick kiss.  Soon I was seated beside her and we were pulling out of the garage and were driving along. I’m sure we amused several people along the way at stop lights as we seat danced and beat out the songs rhythms on the dashboard.  Some people probably thought we were a pair of nuts, others might have thought us a cute couple, but neither of us cared what anyone other than us thought.  We were just happy being madly, deeply in love and being with each other.    We pulled into a parking spot not far from the ball diamond and headed over to where several people had already started to gather.  They saw us walking towards them and several waves at us and shouted out friendly greetings.

     

    Liam was busily pointing out friends of his on his team.  “There’s Jason, you’re going to love his wife Lor she’s a real spit fire and you two will get on like houses on fire.  Oh and there’s Doug, Stevie”, and he reeled off a list of names.  Liam had I had our arms around each other’s waists as we walked over to the chattering throng of people. There were high fives and handshakes as we were greeted and Liam introduced me to each of his teammates in turn.  They seemed like a great group of guys and they welcomed me warmly to their ranks, though perhaps with just the slightest of scepticism seeing as how I was still a pretty much unknown quantity to them, which to me was totally understandable.  I could appreciate the fact they were looking out for their old chum and had his best interests at heart. He offered to walk me over to the bleachers and find me a seat and introduce me to some of the other guys wives and girlfriends but I assured him I was going to be just fine left to my own devices and that I’d see him after the game. He gave me a quick kiss and a squeeze of my hand and then he jogged off to the rest of his team.

    I ambled over to the benches and found a spot about four tiers up beside a stunning woman with a raven black mane of hair. I liked her energy straight off, and she seemed to be a friendly sort. She grinned at me and asked “Did I happen to see you with Liam?”  I nodded affirmatively and said “Actually yes you did.”  “I’ve been dying to meet you.” She said matter in a manner of fact voice and I detected her Australian accent right off the bat.  “Hi, I’m Kaylene.  Kaylene Walters, I’m Jason’s wife.  You’ve been the talk of the entire team since Liam went missing in action last week.” She gave me an appraising look “I can see why he went missing too.” She added. I introduced myself, “I’m Lorelei Gallagher, and it is so nice to meet you Kaylene.” I could tell in a split second that we were going to be firm friends and more than likely partners in crime as well on occasion.  She was an animated women and we carried on a lively banter like we were old friends during the warm ups.  It never ceased to amaze me how much information two likeminded women could exchange when they went into it full throttle, as we did.

    By the time warm ups were through we both discovered a lot of common ground.  We were both music lovers and I could see the four of us, her, Jason, Liam and I totally rocking it out at a concert in the not too distant future. We were both animal lovers and she cooed over the picture I took out of my wallet and showed her of my furbaby Barclay, referring to him as “a little precious.”  She was excited to learn I’d actually done some travelling in her homeland of Australia and had totally fallen in love with it.  We reminisced about a great many things and then the game began in earnest. We both cheered lustily for our guys and for the entire team.  There was a good deal of hand clapping and shouts of encouragement on both our parts as well as laughter.  I could only imagine her going totally berserk at a rugby match. There were some real cliff hangers in the game and I was tempted on a couple of occasions to actually bite my nails something I hadn’t done in years.  The teams had gone into the last inning tied and it was now the bottom of the ninth. It was quite the pressure cooker.

   

  Liam was last up to bat and the bases of course were loaded.  I was on the edge of my seat fingers crossed.  The pitch was thrown and the loud crack of the bat met my ears, He went flying around the bases as each of his teammates before him crossed homeplate. Liam just seemed to lope the last stretch and crossed the plate with a flourish.  His teammates met him with shouts of congratulations, hugs and congratulatory slaps.  All hailed the conquering hero, and even though he didn’t wear a cape he was my hero too and always would be. Kaylene and I high fived before both rushing down to congratulate our guys on winning such an action packed game.  Liam spotted me and broke away from his friends.  He took his baseball cap off and slipped it on my head, picked me up in his arms and swung me around my feet twirling behind me as he swung me.  He was kissing me as well and we hugging and babbling excitedly oblivious to the others around us, lost in our little world.

    “I’ve always been envious of the other guys being able to celebrate with their special girl  or have  someone there to console them after a not so great game. Now I’m the luckiest guy of all because I’ve got you.” He whispered in my ear and gave me a wink.  I blushed at his compliment. They finally composed themselves enough to line up and shake hands with the other team.  These guys were all class acts and from what I’d heard in the stands some of the guys on the other team weren’t always the best of sports, no matter if they had won or lost.  So I was proud of my guy on more than one level. They somehow managed to decide, despite the ongoing revelry that we were going to have lunch at Wise Guys over on the Danforth for the victory celebration.  My mouth watered at the thought as I knew how great the food was there. We all arrived at the restaurant within minutes of one another and soon had pretty much taken up the entire restaurant save for a few tables that were already full of people enjoying their meals.

   A couple of cheerful waitress appeared to take our drink orders as we perused the menu cards that were already on the table.  We were all animatedly gassing on about the game and the big play at the end.  Kay and Jason had snagged seats with Liam and I and we were all having a great time, chatting and laughing over the events that had just passed.  The drinks arrived and we gave our lunch orders to the waitress.  I was dying to sink my teeth into one of their donairs and a side of their famous Annapolis cold slaw.  We gave the star of the day Liam a toast which made him blush as he wasn’t big on having a fuss made over him, but he did his best to accept it with grace. “Darlin I thought I knew that laugh. How’ve you been?” I spun around in my seat at the sound of the voice.  “Neil” I squealed and got up and gave him a bear hug.  Liam I noticed had tensed up at the presence of this unknown quantity. 

       I hurriedly explained. “Neil this is my boyfriend Liam and some friends of ours Kaylene and Jason.  Liam here just batted in the winning runs, a grand slam as a matter of fact, and were here to celebrate.” “Ah, the famous Liam himself, I was wondering when we’d get to finally meet.  Oh and congratulations on the win man.” He struck out his hand to shake with Liam. “Lorelei and I used to work together years ago and have been firm friends ever since.” He added by way of explanation and Liam visibly relaxed at the knowledge he wasn’t an old flame of mine.“Well it’s been a pleasure meeting you all but I’d better get back in the kitchen and help out with your lunch orders.  Much obliged to you that chose my little place to celebrate at.  Let’s all get together soon and hang out, maybe you’ll come out to one of our gigs sometime, and bring Matt and the rest of the gang with you as well. Great to see you again Lor.” And with a quick hug he was gone again.

“Gig?” mouthed Liam.  “Yep, gig.  Neil is a responsible business owner by day, in fact this is the second restaurant he’s opened and a third one is in the works.  But by night he’s a local rock and roll legend and to a lot of the ladies a rock god.  He plays with Fuzz Brand.  They are really good to.” I added emphatically. “Sounds like a great night out to me, I’m totally game.” Chipped in Kaylene.  Jason and Liam nodded their assent as well. Soon our meals arrived and we all dug in and enjoyed Neil’s hearty home cooked Nova Scotian delights.  I didn’t think I could possibly manage another bite but after our plates were cleared, steaming bowls appeared in front of the four of us.  “But we didn’t order dessert” I began to protest, and then realized much to my delight it was Neil’s absolutely to die for blueberry grunt hot from the oven. 

“Neil says desert is on the house, to help you celebrate the big win. So enjoy.”  “Thanks and thank Neil for us as well please.”  “You’ve got it” she grinned at me and disappeared. We all tucked into the tasty treat and somehow managed to polish it all off despite earlier protests that we couldn’t possibly manage another bite. When we finished we all chatted a bit more, then made the supreme effort of getting up and heading for home, after we settled our tab with the waitress and left her a generous tip for her attentive service. Liam and I were a bit silent on the way home partially having been sated by all the great food and also by the sobering fact that we’d soon have to decide where we were both sleeping tonight.  We both knew in our hearts we didn’t want to be parted not even for one night.                  

**Author’s Note:  There truly is a Wise Guys restaurant located at 2301 Danforth Avenue in Toronto, Ontario Canada and the food is totally amazing!! Be sure to stop by and check out either this location or his original location the Fuzz Box at 1246 Danforth Avenue.  Also Neil is very real as well and a talented musician and singer be sure to catch him live on stage or check out his videos on U Tube.  Keep rocking, keep reading and thanks to Neil and all those that have supported us.  Cheers Cerridwen aka Miss Kitty or Beth.

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