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Tales of the Golden Mule (c) Copyright 1999 by artie@netgate.net This work
may not be reposted or redistributed without the prior express written
permission of the author.

   A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if
all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

   Tales of the Golden Mule - Finding a New Life - Part 2

   I woke up alone.  Damn, I don't like that.  I rolled out of bed and
started to straighten it up.  What the hell, I thought, it's Friday -- the
cleaners are coming this morning.  I looked at the clock -- half past
eight. Ah well, I got to sleep in some.

   I was already wearing a T-shirt; I got a pair of shorts on my way into
the bathroom.  I don't remember where I developed the habit of brushing my
teeth while sitting on the toilet.  Had she seen me do that yet?  I guess I
only did that when I was alone in the bathroom.

   I headed downstairs.  Nancy wasn't in the house.  The sliding doors to
the patio and pool were open; I walked out there.  I saw Nancy sitting
naked on a towel by the side of the pool, combing out her wet hair.  I took
off my shirt and shorts and dove into the pool.

   I swam over to where she was sitting, her legs still in the pool as she
sat on the side.

   "Good morning beautiful," I said to her, putting my hands on her legs,
pulling myself up in her lap.  I was going for her nipples, but she leaned
forward a bit and gave me a kiss.

   "Did you enjoy sleeping in?  I was going to wake you for a shower."

   I pulled myself out of the pool and sat beside her.  "Thanks.  What's
the schedule for today?"

   She put her arms around me and gave me a hug.  "The cleaners get here
around ten, so we need to leave before then.  I told the cabinetmaker we'd
drop by this morning; he's probably going to be able to make it over here
for our two O'clock meeting with the contractor.  We need to get groceries,
breakfast, lunch.  What would you like?"

   She was sitting on a towel.  I turned her and her towel so they were
parallel to the edge of the pool, and eased her to her back.  I spread her
legs a little and moved in for breakfast.

   Her thighs were a little cool from the pool, but her core was warm and
quickly got warmer.  I like holding her bottom, that and having my hands
and arms under her legs; it encourages her to hold my head with her thighs.

   She warmed up quickly, and was soon moving under me.  She put her hands
on my head, and for some reason I reached around and grabbed both her
wrists and pulled them to the towel by her sides.  She struggled a little
and I gripped her tighter, holding her arms.  That did something magic to
her; she got a lot louder.  I held her wrists tightly with my hands; she
held my head tightly with her thighs.  I adored her with my lips and
tongue, and soon felt and heard her coming strongly.

   As her legs relaxed around me, I let go of her wrists and pulled myself
up.  Hooking her knees with my arms, I slid forward and into her.  It was a
little cool out, and the sensation of plunging into her hot core was
incredible.  Both of us moaned, and I scooted my knees up closer to her
bottom as I pounded into her.  I took one thumb, moistened it with saliva,
and reached for her magic button.  I touched it and she shuddered, then
reached for my hand.

   I grabbed that hand and pinned it to her side again, then did the same
with her other hand.  She took a ragged breath and her head went back as
she moaned and shuddered underneath me.  She squeezed me between her legs,
her thighs on my chest and her calves along my back, and I came suddenly,
intensely.

   We let go of each other and I lowered myself down to kiss her.  As I
propped myself up on my elbows and we caught our breath, I asked her, "What
is it about holding you like that?"

   She looked at me with a dazed smile and laughed a little.  "I don't
know," she panted.  She put her hands on my waist and said, "What is it
about having me on top of you?"

   I sighed.  "I don't know, but it's wonderful."

   We kissed again, slipping apart.

   "Ready for a shower?" I asked.

   She nodded.  We helped each other up, and dried off a bit more.  We went
upstairs and showered slowly and sensuously, washing each other gently.  As
we rinsed I went down on my knees and started kissing her mound.  I pressed
her back against one side of the shower enclosure.  She moaned, then said,
"We need to get going."

   I raised up a bit and blew a very wet raspberry in her navel.  She
laughed and grabbed my head, so I did it again.  She pulled my head up, so
I stood, pushing my very erect cock up between her legs and kissing her.

   We got out and dried off, then got dressed and headed downstairs.  We
had breakfast and cleaned up the kitchen.  Hey, just because we have a
cleaning crew coming in doesn't mean we should be slobs.

   As we went into the garage, she said, "I'll drive."

   I got my sunglasses from the Jeep and got in.  It was coolish still. 
The seasons were changing.  Were we as well?  Why were we both so quiet
this morning?

   Damn.  Only one way to find out.  I put a hand on her leg and asked, "Is
something the matter?  Something bothering you?"

   She put a hand on mine and sighed.  We were still on surface streets;
she pulled into a corner shopping center and parked, then turned to me.

   "Oh Bill, I was going to ask you the same.  Making love by the pool this
morning was so nice; you're so good to me.  But when you first got out of
the pool...  Was something wrong?"

   I smiled, taking off my sunglasses.  I wanted her to be able to see my
eyes.  She took off hers as well.

   "I love you.  I don't like waking up alone, that's all.  I love waking
up next to you.  I love waking up and seeing you asleep next to me, and
then holding you close."

   We hugged in the car.  "Oh Bill, I love to hold you, and I love to be
held.  You looked so peaceful this morning.  You've grumbled about not
being able to sleep in; I thought I'd give you the chance."

   I smiled.  "But that's not what's bothering you.  Can you tell me?"

   She sighed.  "We're...  I'm...  I don't know.  These book cases are
costing a lot of money.  I don't know if I should be spending your money
like that.  The other changes, to the kitchen and the rest, those I'm sure
of, and, well, John paid for most of those already."

   I held her head in my hands.  "Nancy, we're doing it, for both of us. 
We want those changes.  Or, I thought we did.  We can put them off.  But I
think we need lots of space for books, and we need a better office.  Do you
agree?"

   She nodded her head.

   "Tell me if you think it isn't a good idea.  That's part of the deal,
right?  Don't hold things in, and don't let me hold things in.  Okay?"

   We hugged again and she whispered, "Yes, yes.  I'll try."

   We wiped each other's faces off, laughed a bit, and after a short kiss
were on our way again.

   We got to the cabinet shop and walked in.  The guy who must have been
the owner waved to us from the back; he was on the phone.  I looked around.
All his work looked very good.  It should, for what it cost.

   I was looking at the bottom of a drawer when I heard a voice behind me
say, "Hi, Nancy."

   I stood up and he walked over to me.  We shook hands.

   "You must be Bill.  I'm Chuck -- it's a pleasure to meet you."

   "Good to meet you, Chuck.  This is very nice work."

   He smiled.  "Thanks.  We do it all in the shop.  Want the quick tour, or
just want to go over details?"

   I looked at Nancy.  "We've got the time for the tour, right hon?"

   She gave me an impish smile.  Where had I picked that up?  I knew where;
both of us did.

   "Sure," she said, putting an arm around me.

   Chuck gave us the tour of the shop out back, which was quite large, and
well organized.

   "You've worked with the general contractor before?" I asked.  I hadn't
met him yet.

   Chuck nodded and smiled.  "Yes -- Tim and I work together on a lot of
projects.  He makes my life easier -- everything he does is plumb, and
square."

   "That sounds good to me," I told him.

   We went back in and reviewed details.  We talked about the desk, and
enclosing the computer stuff.  He showed us some details for a desk he was
doing for an executive from SGI.  That looked as if it would work well.

   We confirmed the price, and then started talking schedule.  He got a
little funny about that, not knowing when he'd be able to get to all the
cabinet work.

   I smiled and leaned back in my chair.

   "Chuck, take the time you need to do a job we'll all be satisfied with.
The world won't end if everything isn't in place when we get back.  All I
want is for you to give us a date and stick to it."

   He smiled and held out his hand.  I shook it and smiled to Nancy.  I
wrote him a check for the deposit.  He told us he thought he could get
everything done by the time we got back, but he wasn't sure.  I told him
again that wasn't as important as doing a job we were all satisfied with.

   We stood up and shook hands again.  "I'll see you at the house at two. I
look forward to working with you, Bill."

   Nancy and I went back out to the car.  As we got in, I started laughing.

   "What's so funny?" she asked.

   I shook my head.  "I could almost hear old John, getting agitated and
telling Chuck it absolutely had to be done by the time you got back.  I
think I passed another test in there."

   She laughed and leaned over to give me a kiss.  "You did, sweetie; you
did."

   We did our grocery shopping and had some lunch.  We did some random
puttering around.  I really liked being in the grocery store, pushing the
cart around, deciding on one brand over another.

   We got back to the house a little after one.

   "Uh oh," I said as we pulled into the garage, "This looks sad."

   "What?" Nancy asked.

   I pointed to a row of glass vases lined up in one corner of the garage.
They'd been holding the last of the roses.  She saw them, sighed and said,
"You are so good to me."

   I gave her a squeeze.  "You know what this means, though, don't you?"

   Stepping out of the car, we put our arms around each other, leaning
together at the hips.  "No, what?"

   I walked over to the garage refrigerator and opened the door.  There was
a large paper bag in it.  I opened it; it was almost full of rose petals.

   She smiled.  "Tonight?"

   I put my arms around her again and held her close.  "Unless you have a
better idea."

   "Not right now, other than taking in the groceries."

   I gave her a squeeze.  "Now who's being the hopeless romantic?"

   She laughed and we unloaded the car.

   Tim, the general contractor, and Chuck both arrived right on time.  We
had a good meeting, going over details, going from room to room discussing
where things would be.  Our bedroom still smelled of the roses.  Nancy and
I had been holding hands through the rest of the house, but in the bedroom
we had arms around each other.

   Nancy had set things up with the cleaning crew as well.  Between them,
and the contractors, things would be tidied up for us.

   As we were finishing up, I had a thought.

   "Chuck, let me ask you something about the garage."

   We walked out there, and I told him how much I'd liked the workbench and
cabinets I'd seen in one part of his shop.  How much would it cost to do
something similar against one particular wall in the garage?  He did some
measurements.  We talked about lighting and outlets.  He gave me a ballpark
price.  Then he asked me when I wanted it done.

   I told him whenever it made sense.  Tim got a real surprised look on his
face.  Chuck laughed and said, "We're not working with John anymore."

   Tim laughed and said, "I guess not!"

   Chuck said he'd fax me some sketches by Monday.  I told him that would
be great; we still had a week and a half before we took off.  We shook
hands and they took off.

   I closed the garage door and we walked back in the house.  We stopped
and I gave Nancy a big hug and a kiss.  "I love you," I told her, "Pool,
bed, or both?"

   Nancy looked over to the clock; it was almost four.

   "I've got another surprise for you.  I hope you don't mind."

   She looked somber all of a sudden.

   "What is it?" I asked.

   She sighed.  "The counselor is going to be here at four.  I'm still
worried about you.  The first couple times you did it, it was endearing,
but I don't like this throwing up routine of yours.  We talked about it
yesterday afternoon, and she wanted to do another session right away." She
was holding me, rocking me gently.

   I sighed.  My stomach rumbled a bit.  "Okay.  Thank you for taking such
good care of me."

   "Thank you for understanding.  I was worried you'd be upset with me."

   "I just get upset with me, beautiful.  Tell me, hold me, keep me," I
told her softly.

   Sue arrived a little after four.  We sat in the family room and talked.
At one point she had us imagine different people sitting in empty chairs,
Janet, John, and had us talk to them.  We were angry; we were sad.  We
shouted, we cried, we held each other.  When she finally left, it was
almost seven.  We both thanked her and hugged her, and saw her out the
door.

   Standing there in the hallway by the front door, arms around each other,
both of us sighed.

   "Wow, I'm wiped out," I told her.

   "Me too, but I feel better.  How about you?"

   "I think so.  I need a swim, some dinner, and you."

   "That's a good idea.  What about dinner?"

   "I've got a confession to make."

   She stepped back.  "What?"

   "The chicken with garlic and pasta sounds great, but would take too
long. I'm for firing up the gas monstrosity, taking a quick swim while it
heats up, and doing a couple steaks.  We can do the fancy dinner tomorrow
night.  Sound good?"

   She smiled and hugged me.  "I love your practical side too.  Salad and
garlic bread?"

   "Yes," I told her.

   She gave me a kiss on the nose.  "You take care of the grill and get in
the pool.  I'll join you."

   I hit the button for the pool cover on the way out.  I went over to the
gas thing, lifted the covers, and started it up.  I dropped my clothes
right there and jumped into the pool.  The water felt great.

   Nancy joined me a few minutes later, putting a platter next to the
grill. We hugged and kissed in the water.

   "Get the meat started, or we won't eat," she scolded me.

   I got out of the pool and went to the grill.  "What's the green stuff?"
I hollered, looking at some branches of something next to our steaks.

   "It's fresh rosemary from around the side of the house," she called
back, "Put it on the fire bricks.  It will help season the meat."

   I used the tongs to lift the hot grill and tossed the rosemary sprigs
down on the coals.  The steaks went on the grill and I started the timer on
my watch.

   We swam a bit more; it felt good to loosen up.  I got out to turn the
steaks, and Nancy went into the kitchen.  She came out with terrycloth
robes for us, and with another dish.  She turned on the burner under a
griddle area and dumped on some onions, mushrooms, and butter.  As I tended
the steaks, she grilled up the garnish, even pouring a little of our red
wine on it.

   We sat outside with a simple but good dinner.  We didn't talk much, but
held hands almost constantly.

   We cleaned up the grill, and the kitchen.  We were standing in the
kitchen, as usual with our arms around each other.

   "Suggestion?" I said.

   "What?"

   "Do the rose petals tomorrow night?"

   She smiled.  "I agree."

   "At the beach house?"

   She hugged me.  "Oh that sounds wonderful." Then she leaned back with an
impish smile.

   "What?" I asked her.

   I could tell I was in for something by the way she looked at me.

   "The beach house is my house, and when we're at my house, we play by my
rules, got it?"

   I kissed her nose.  "Yes, dear."

   She laughed, gave me a squeeze, and said, "Let's go to bed.  I'm beat."

   We helped each other up the stairs.  I wanted to redo all the switches,
and replace them with X-10 remote controllable ones.  Hell, that's a job I
can do.

   We cleaned up in the bathroom.  It had been a long day.  The session
with Sue had been particularly draining, but good.  "Don't wallow in
feelings," she'd told us, "Do what needs to be done." It sounded like very
good advice.

   "Go get on the bed, I'll be right there," Nancy told me.

   My interest started perking up.  I kissed her cheek and went into the
bedroom.

   I flopped on my back, relaxing again.  The real world started creeping
back in, with worries about calling Jill, the townhouse, other crap, when I
felt the bed move.  Then I was in Nancy's arms again.

   "Mmmm...  Different perfume tonight?"

   "Do you like it?" she asked.

   I moved down to her nipples and took a deeper breath.  "I'll let you
know."

   She laughed and held me to her.  We rolled around on top of that soft
spread for a while, kissing, squeezing, feeling.  She ended up on her back,
with me at her side sucking on her.  She lifted the leg closest to me and I
repositioned myself, sliding down and into her, my bottom leg stuck out, my
top leg between hers and on her belly.  She held my leg as we rocked our
hips, enjoying the sensations.

   Then she pushed my leg down, brought hers together, and rolled to her
side.  As I moved closer to her, she rolled to her stomach, with me still
in her.  She spread her legs a little.  She'd put some perfume on the back
of her neck.  The feeling of riding her bottom was very nice.

   She had her face in the soft spread; I was riding her.  "I'm not going
to last very long," I told her.  She turned her head and said, "Good."

   She started bucking her hips to meet me, and moving her legs a little.
She soon found just the right spot and just the right rhythm, and I held
her shoulders, buried my face in her hair and her perfume, and came deep
inside her.

   When I finished, we rolled to the side, nestled together like a pair of
spoons.  I wasn't planning on going anywhere for a while.  I put my arms
around her, then pulled the spread over us.  She took it and pulled it
tight, pulling me to her.  I moaned and wiggled, and kissed the back of her
neck.  That's how we went to sleep.

   We got up a few hours later, went to the bathroom, and crawled in
between the sheets.  I was on my back, and she snuggled up to my side, her
head on my shoulder.

   When I woke in the morning, I was on my side, facing the windows.  I
wanted to go to the beach house for a few days.  Why?  Am I running away
from something?  I don't think so.  I want to be alone with her.  That
sounds like running away to me.

   I sighed and turned over.  Nancy was there, propped up on an elbow.  She
smiled.  I started to say something, but she moved over and held me to her.
I put my arms around her and we held each other tight.  After a while I
managed to say, "Thank you for being here for me."

   We got up, a little teary eyed, and showered.  Why would anyone shower
alone?  There are just so many benefits, besides getting your back washed.

   After drying off, we packed up some clothes, got dressed, and headed
down stairs.  It was a little after nine.

   As we were rummaging for breakfast, I asked, "What do we need to pick
up?"

   Nancy gave me a hug.  "Well, we're just about out of white wine, and we
could use more tequila."

   "Okay, where do you usually go?"

   "Beltramo's," she told me.

   I knew the place, on El Camino between Palo Alto and Menlo Park.  They
have just about everything -- at a price.

   I frowned.  "There's a Beverages-N-More closer.  We'll go there.  I
thought we'd take the bikes over, so we need to get a bike carrier.  I
thought REI would be good for that."

   She said, "Couldn't we just get another pair to keep over there?"

   I frowned again.  I started to say something when I saw that impish
smile on her face.  I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss.  I pushed her up
against the counter, then leaned back.

   "You're needling me, aren't you?  I asked.

   She nodded, smiling a little more.  "Forgive me?" she asked.

   I laughed and hugged her tight.  "No, keep doing it.  I need the
reminder."

   We had our breakfast, then set out to run errands.  Since we needed to
come back for the bikes, we didn't load up the food yet.  I walked over to
the Jeep, and she held out her hand and said, "Keys?" I tossed them to her
and got in on the passenger side.

   She surprised me once again.  When I told her Beverages-N-More was off
San Antonio near El Camino, she said, "I know.  I thought we'd go Costco."

   I laughed and put a hand on her leg.  "Oh, is that where John used to
go?"

   She gave me a strange look, then smiled.  "He never took me there,
that's all I know."

   "And one of your favorite restaurants is right across the street as
well," I told her with a laugh; In-N-Out Burger was right across the
street.

   We got what we needed, even finding a reasonable bike carrier that went
on the Jeep's tow hitch.  We had a quick lunch, then stopped by the house
and loaded up, putting the bikes on the back.

   The drive over the hill to the beach house was slow; on weekends
especially the road has a lot of people on bicycles and motorcycles.  I was
glad Nancy drove.

   Usually when it's sunny inland, it's cool and foggy on the coast.  It
had been that way the first time we'd been here; today it was clear.  How
many weeks ago had that been?  I wasn't sure if it was a long time, or a
short time ago.  It felt like both.  We unloaded, then got on our bikes.

   We rode down along the beach for half an hour or more.  I'd filled up
both water bottles for the bikes, so when we stopped we had something to
drink.  We sat on a bench for a while, holding, kissing, watching the birds
and the fog.

   "What's after Europe?" I asked her.

   She turned and gave me an exasperated look.  "Didn't you listen to Sue
at all?  Why are you focused on everything but right now?  What's wrong
with right now?"

   I was stunned.  Did I focus too much on the past, on the future, to the
detriment of now?  What had Sue told us?  Focus on the future, but live for
the moment?

   I looked at Nancy.  I smiled; this must be one of those Zen things.  I
knew how to answer this one.  I kissed her softly, held her gently.

   "I'm here, you're here," I told her softly as I held her, "That's what's
important."

   "But I want to be at the house, in bed," she whispered hotly in my ear.

   "Now who's focusing on the future?" I kidded.

   She laughed and squeezed me, then got up and ran to her bike.  "Race you
back!" she yelled.

   I got up and went to my bike, grabbing both our water bottles.  As she
headed off down the path I hollered out, "It takes two!"

   We'd ridden for about forty minutes; I don't know how many miles.  I
wasn't in any hurry.  Well, I knew what was waiting for me when I got to
the house, but I wanted to save my energy.  Something like that.  I took my
time.  It was nice.  We should do this more often.  Maybe pack some lunch
and take it with us, and ride down along the beach.

   When I got back to the house, the side door to the garage was open.  I
parked my bike next to hers, closed the door, and went into the house.  I
went upstairs; I heard the shower running.

   "Hi there.  I bet you're so worn out you want me to be on top?"

   She laughed from inside the shower.  "Just you wait."

   "I've got plenty of time.  May I join you?"

   "Nah, I'm done.  You can shower alone."

   "That's no fun," I said as she turned off the water.  I handed her a
towel as she stepped out.  Well, I held out the towel and sort of wrapped
her in it, then held her and kissed her.  She protested, especially when I
backed her into the cold tile countertop.

   I let her go, stripped, and got into the shower.  I was a little sweaty,
but it had been cooling off outside, so the shower helped me warm up a bit
as well.

   When I got out, she was standing there in a terry robe, holding a towel
for me.  I took it and started drying off.  "Thank you," I told her.  I
dried myself off, finishing up with my hair.  When I dry my hair, I rub my
head with the towel pretty vigorously.  As I bent over doing that, I barely
felt the mask coming up to my face.

   When I woke up, I was on my back on the bed.  I tugged gently at my arms
and legs -- tied down.  I sighed; I wasn't going anywhere.  Then I started
laughing.  I looked around; she wasn't in the bedroom.  That bothered me a
little.  If I gassed her, I wouldn't leave her side until she regained
consciousness.  I called out, "I love you!"

   Nancy stepped from the bathroom, dabbing on perfume, wearing nothing but
a smile.  I could tell from that smile that I was in for some interesting
times.

   She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, putting the perfume
bottle on the nightstand.

   "Have a nice nap, sweetie?" she said, running a hand along my stomach
and down one leg, making me twitch.

   "Yes.  To what do I owe this pleasure?" Always be polite to the person
who's got you tied down.

   She felt my balls, gently.  I closed my eyes.  "Oh, the pleasure hasn't
started yet.  Actually, I'd been thinking," she told me as she ran her
fingers along the insides of my thighs.

   "About what, darling?" I gasped.  I laughed a little.

   She stroked my cock and said, "Is my thinking that funny?"

   I tried moving my hips; I didn't know if I was trying to get closer or
get away.

   "No darling, what were you thinking about?"

   "I thought you liked to look at me when we talked."

   I opened my eyes and raised my head.  She was grinning.

   "I'm sorry darling, you're distracting me, and it's hard to hold my head
up.

   She smiled.  "Well, I can help with that, silly."

   She straddled me, sitting down on my cock, and leaned forward.  I felt
myself slipping between her hot, wet outer lips.  Then as she brushed my
face with her breasts, she took a pillow and put it under my head, propping
me up.  Then she sat back on me and wiggled a bit more.

   "There.  Is that better?"

   "Oh yes, much better."

   She got off me.  I didn't know if that was better or worse.

   "What's the matter, sweetie?" she said as she stroked me again.

   I moaned.  "I'm sorry, darling.  What were you thinking about?" I tried
to look at her.  She moved between my legs and rested her hands on my hip
bones.

   She slid her hands up the sides of my cock.  I took a deep breath, but
kept looking at her.

   "Well," she said, stroking me lightly, "my period starts in a few days,
and I was thinking of what I was going to do to you."

   It was hard for me to concentrate.  "Sweetie, I can survive a few days.
I've done it before."

   She ran her hands up and squeezed my nipples.  "Oh, I know you can, but
I'm not going to let you.  I was just wondering what would be best, whether
I should do you this way...." She stroked me with her hands, fingers on
each side, sometimes lightly, sometimes not so lightly.

   Then she moved and I felt her breasts on me.  I moaned.  I couldn't keep
my eyes open as she made love to me with her breasts.

   "But I know how much you like this way," she said with a laugh in her
voice.

   She brought me to the edge and pulled away, leaving my hips humping air.

   "I thought you liked that," she growled.  She blew on my cock, and the
coolness brought me back from the edge.  "Of course there's always this
way...." I felt the warmth of her mouth on me, sucking, teasing me with her
tongue.  I started getting close and breathed deep and slow, letting go.

   But as soon as I did that, she stopped, and started blowing on me again.
I moaned and she laughed.  "But after all that, you know what I thought,
sweetie?"

   I moaned again.

   "Would you like to know what I thought, sweetie?" she asked again.

   I laughed and said, "Yes, please tell me.  What did you think?"

   I felt her moving on top of me again, and felt a hand stroking me.  Then
she guided me into her and sat on me, and started rocking slowly.

   "I thought that I still had a few days to decide, that's what I
thought."

   She leaned forward and put a nipple in my mouth.  She rocked gently and
held me, and I came deep inside her.  She released my hands and feet, and
we went to sleep holding each other.

   I woke up alone again, but didn't mind it.  I could smell garlic
drifting up from the kitchen downstairs.  I put on a robe and headed
downstairs.

   She was sitting on the couch, turned looking out the windows.  The fog
was coming in, thick and fast.  I knelt down behind her and put my arms
around her.  How many weeks ago had it been, when we were here together the
first time, watching the fog come in?  I let my arms say what my heart
felt. She sighed, letting me know she heard me.

   I lit the fireplace and got a glass of wine.  We sat together on the
couch, holding, touching.  The fog was outside, and we were inside with the
fire.

   I chuckled as I thought about our "conversation." Then I thought more
about it.  How had I behaved with Janet?  How had I treated her?  I hadn't
tracked her cycles with the fanatical precision John had.  I guess I'd
figure it out the night before, when she started complaining of her breasts
being sore.  The next few days she'd complain of her bottom being sore.  I
guess I more or less ignored her.  Something else crossed my mind.  In the
early years, she'd come off her period horny as hell.  We'd have to use
plenty of lube, but we'd have a wonderful time that first afternoon or
night after her period ended.

   But the last few months had been different.  I wanted to check dear
John's calendar.  Had she been with him during her period, and right after
it ended?  That was my suspicion.  We still made love after her period was
over, but it didn't have the intensity -- at least not on her part.

   What could I do for Nancy?  Gail would know; I could talk to her.  But
that would be later.  Right here, right now -- I held Nancy closer, closing
my eyes and resting my head against her.

   "I love being in your arms and feeling your heart beat," I told her.

   I felt her "Mmmm..." resonate in her chest.

   "And I love to hold you to me.  I love the way you melt in my arms," she
sighed.

   "So are you going to stop taking the pill now?  I assume my sample came
back clean."

   She laughed.  "I think so -- maybe I should take another one.  That was
fun.  Actually, I talked it over with my doctor, and she suggested that
with the travel we'll be doing, I should stay on for one more month.  It
will keep me even.  The first couple months off I might have spotting
problems, things like that.  I'd rather go through that at home, and not on
the road."

   "Okay, let me know what I can do.  Would you like to go to Hawaii?  I've
never been there."

   She sat back.  "What?  Never been to Hawaii?  But you've been to Hong
Kong and Singapore, places like that."

   I nodded.  "And scenic spots like Taipei, and all over Japan.  But that
was always business.  This would be with you."

   "I thought you wanted a water slide for the pool at the house?"

   She leaned back and I lay down on top of her, nestling in.

   "Yeah, one with a couple turns in it.  Put it at the end of the pool by
our balcony.  Then when everything is finished and approved, put in a
walkway from our balcony to the slide.  I'd like to be able to get up in
the morning, walk out, and go down the slide into the pool."

   She laughed and squeezed me.  "I thought you wanted to wake up next to
me?"

   "Oh but I do.  I'd go down the slide into the pool after we made love."

   She hugged me closer, rocking me.  "Oh, I love you.  That's such a
crazy, wonderful idea."

   "So what's crazy about it?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  It sounds nice, actually.  Do you have any more
ideas on the kind of slide?"

   I shook my head, burrowing in more than anything else.  "Nope, going to
take a lot of research.  That's why I thought about Hawaii.  Got to start
researching somewhere.  I think a shower outside would be nice as well; it
wouldn't have to be enclosed much, or at all."

   She gave me another hug.  "Well, you've got about half an hour to
research while I finish up with dinner.  Why don't you go play on the
computer."

   I snuggled in; I liked where I was very much.  "I could stay with you in
the kitchen and help."

   She chuckled.  "Then it would take me an hour.  Scoot.  Go play on the
computer."

   I sighed and gave her one more hug, trying to get through her robe to
her nipples.

   "No you don't!  I've got work to do."

   I laughed and sat up.  "Okay beautiful.  If you say so." I let her get
up.  She stood, then squeezed me to her.  "Save that thought, though," she
told me.

   She went to the kitchen, and I went to the little office and closed the
door.  I started up the confuser, and picked up the phone.  I called Gail.
Damn -- answering machine.  I told her I needed her advice, privately, and
I didn't want Nancy to know I was talking to her.  Then I had a thought --
I told her to email me, and gave her my email address; we could talk that
way.

   That would work.  I fooled around on the computer for a while.  I
checked John's calendar, comparing it with Janet's.  Yes, she'd been
spending time with him during her period, as well as right after.  Gloria
should have an idea what John did.

   Then I thought of one of the things I needed to do -- teach Nancy how to
use the computer.  I dug through the pile of CD-ROMs and reloaded the Apple
tutorial software.  That would be a good start.  We couldn't spend all our
time making love -- got to rest a little every once in a while!

   I heard Nancy calling me to dinner.  I shut down the confuser and headed
to the dining area.

   When I rounded corner from the hall, I stopped to take in the view.  All
the lights were off.  There were candles on the table, a couple more
candles lit in the room, and the light from the fireplace providing
illumination.  She was sitting at the table, wearing a simple but sexy
nightie.

   I sat down next to her.  We toasted silently, then whispered together,
"I love you."

   We had a very nice dinner, the two of us and the fog.  I offered to help
clean up, but she told me to go sit on the couch.  I started running my
hands over her, but she held my hands and told me to sit down again.  I sat
and watched her clear the table, then turned to watch the fog and the
flickering light.  I heard her go upstairs.  I heard her come down again.

   I felt her hands on my shoulders, and smelled her perfume.

   "What's the name of that perfume?  I really like it."

   She ran her hands under my robe, on to my chest.

   "Shalimar, by Guerlain.  I'm glad you like it.  It's one of my
favorites."

   I held her hands.  "I think I need a better taste to be sure though."

   She laughed.  "I hoped you would."

   I turned to her.  Now she was wearing a silk robe, with her nightie
underneath.  She slid into my arms and onto the couch.  We kissed and ran
our hands over each other.  Every time I started running my hands inside
her robe, she'd gently move my hands away.  After a while it was a game.  I
wanted to feel skin, taste skin.

   "I want you," I breathed, trying again to get inside her robe.

   "Then let's go upstairs," she whispered in my ear.

   I followed her upstairs, my hands on her swaying hips.  The bedroom door
was closed.  She turned to me.  I started grabbing her to kiss her again,
but she stopped me.

   "Use the other bathroom, then come in when I call you." She kissed me on
the nose.

   "Yes dear." I went down the hall to the other bathroom.  It took me a
while before I could pee.  But, it was a good idea.

   I stood outside the door and knocked.  I heard her say, "I'm ready."

   The way she said that sent a shiver through me; I was ready too.  I
opened the door and stepped in.

   She was in bed, the covers mostly pulled back, surrounded by rose
petals. She looked so sexy, and had a marvelous smile.  I could smell the
scent of the roses.  "You look beautiful," I told her.

   She moved her head and arms around, petals sticking to her.  "Oh come
here," she said with a laugh.

   I climbed into bed, on top of her.  We kissed and rolled around.  Both
of us started laughing; it reminded me of dipping something in batter
before cooking, the way the petals stuck to us.  Still, they were soft, and
the scent was grand.

   Rolling around on the bed, I eventually figured out that we were both
trying to be on top, or was it we were both trying to be on the bottom?  We
both figured it out at about the same time, and lay on our sides, holding
each other and laughing softly.  I sat up and held out my arms.  "Come
here, beautiful."

   Nancy moved into my lap and wrapped her legs around me.  I put my arms
around her, pulling her close, not bothering to brush off the petals that
stuck to her.  We held each other and kissed.  I felt her rocking her hips
against my cock.  I leaned back a bit, and she sat up, and impaled herself
on me.  We settled back into our embrace, and she pulled her legs around
me, wiggling sensuously.  We kissed and moved, holding each other.

   She leaned back a little, rocking more.  I leaned back as well, and we
held on to each other's shoulders.  She looked into my eyes, then did
something that made me moan.  That brought a lusty smile to her face, and
she did it again.  I held on and let my head drop back.  She gave me a
lusty, happy laugh.  I leaned forward again, putting my arms under hers and
grabbing her shoulders from behind, pulling down on her as I tilted my
hips.

   She kept looking me in the eye, but I could tell from the way the look
on her face changed she liked that.  She started a low moan, and mover her
face closer to mine, putting her arms around my mid back.  Soon we were
forehead to forehead, starting to breathe a little faster, rocking together
as I pulled her shoulders down, and she squeezed me with her legs.

   All of a sudden her breath sped up; I pulled stronger, feeling the
tingle start to build in me as well.  I tried to match her rocking, which
was speeding up, and almost involving our entire bodies.  As I felt her
start to come, she tilted her head and we kissed.  She slid one hand to my
neck and the other to the base of my spine, and that set me off.  She held
me as we rocked together, slower now as we convulsed together.

   We relaxed sitting together, our arms now holding each other tenderly as
we continued to kiss.  Our lips separated, and I kissed her shoulder as we
held each other and rocked gently.

   She pulled my head between her breasts, and we held each other tight,
pulling up the sheets around us as we nestled into our bed of rose petals.

   I barely woke up Sunday morning when she pulled me to her again.  As we
slid together, we made a rose petal sandwich.  She held me to a nipple and
I melted into her.  We drifted in and out of sleep in each other's arms,
but finally our bladders caught up with us.

   We helped each other up, and walked to the bathroom arm in arm.  She
went first, and when I sat down on the toilet, she stepped forward and held
my head between her breasts again.

   As we walked back to bed, we both laughed at the trail of rose petals
we'd left on the floor.  I also noticed she'd turned the clock face down,
so we couldn't tell what time it was.  We climbed back in bed, and resumed
where we left off.  The rose petals cooled off quickly, and were nice. 
After a while as I was sucking gently on her, she scooped up a handful and
dumped them on my head and face.  I held her closer, and she laughed
softly, holding my head again.

   We rocked together in bed.  I don't know if I went to sleep again or
not. I do remember waking up on my back, with her on top of me again,
moving so gently yet strongly.  My eyes were closed, and I arched my back
and neck, rocking my hips to meet hers.  I felt her hand move between us,
and I slid my hands up to her breasts.  I cupped them gently, and only when
her motion and vocalizations became more insistent did I start rolling her
nipples gently in my fingers.

   As I did, she sat up, moving out of my range.  Then I felt a hand at my
balls, and I picked up my knees.  My hips moved stronger now, their rhythm
set by her hand on my balls, and I held her hips.  As I came inside her,
she rocked her hips slowly from side to side.

   She heaped rose petals on top of me until I started laughing, then she
leaned down and we kissed.

   We got up again and showered together.  We had to keep scooting the rose
petals away from the floor drain; they kept backing things up.  When I bent
over to scoop them up, I felt a hand reach between my legs and fondle me
gently.  I returned the gesture by blowing a wet raspberry in Nancy's
navel.

   Eventually we dried off and picked up the rose petals on the floor of
the bathroom and bedroom.

   "What's with your right knee?" she asked me.

   I hadn't noticed it until she'd asked.  I flexed it a couple times. 
"Seems a bit stiff."

   "Okay," she told me, "On your butt on the floor.  Gilbert time."

   I sat down and she proceeded to torque both my legs around.  The right
one responded.

   "The Gilbert test is a quick way to check the integrity of the knee. 
You've abused the medial collateral some.  No bike riding for you for a few
days.  I think we have some anti-inflammatories you can take as well."

   We'd moved John's drugstore into a central drawer in the bathroom.  She
pawed through the bottles, choosing one, and extracting a tablet.  I'd
gotten on sweat pants and a T-shirt.  I held out a hand.  She took it and
kissed it.  "No, you need to take this with some food.  Let's see about
something to eat."

   We walked downstairs.  The drapes were open, and it was foggy outside.
It was also eleven in the morning.  She went into the kitchen and I turned
on the gas fireplace.

   I joined her, and helped as best as I could, which entailed making
toast, warming our plates, and running my hands over her whenever her hands
were occupied.

   We sat down to a simple breakfast, eating silently, holding hands.  We
picked up the kitchen afterwards, and then went in and curled up on the
couch together, watching the fog blow by.

   After a while I sighed, holding her.  "I love holding you, and being in
your arms."

   She laughed softly and squeezed me.  "Oh, I hope so.  You hold me so
well, especially late at night."

   "Well, I'll hold you whenever you want.  Let me know if your nipples get
lonely."

   She laughed softly again, rocking me.  "My favorite is holding you at
night, holding you close to me, and when you're just about asleep, moving
you to a nipple.  Oh, the way you sigh and melt in my arms as I hold you
close is so nice."

   I shook my head.  "I guess I know it happens, but I don't really
remember it.  I just know I'm safe in your arms.  We could start out like
that, you know."

   She chuckled.  "But if I do that right when we go to bed, it doesn't
seem to relax you, sweetie.  That's why I wait until you're almost asleep.
Then it relaxes both of us."

   I held on.  "You know best about these things."

   "Damn right."

   After a while, she asked, "Any plans for the day?"

   I snuggled in a bit.  "Well, if you want to get up, I thought I'd start
teaching you how to use the computer.  And, I wanted to do some looking at
the asset lists Jill put together.  How about you?"

   "Learning the computer would be good.  I need to go out and get more
coffee.  I know you don't drink it, but I do!  I thought I'd get the Sunday
paper as well, and wanted to pick up something else for dinner."

   "Okay, when do you want to go?"

   "Would you mind me going by myself?"

   I squeezed her.  "Not if you insist.  I'll miss you though."

   She messed up my hair.  "Good answer.  I thought I'd go out in a while.
You wouldn't mind?"

   "No, I could clean the rose petals out of the bed."

   "Don't you dare!  I liked those!  We've still got more left in the bag
as well, enough for a couple more nights at least."

   "The cleaners are going to love us!"

   "We'll clean up most of it.  Can I get up now?"

   I sighed.  "Do you have to?"

   She slid her hands around my head and gave me a gentle squeeze.  "Yes, I
need to go to the bathroom."

   "I can't move when you're holding me like that."

   She laughed and moved her hands to my shoulders, helping me sit up.  We
kissed and helped each other to our feet.  As she got dressed, I checked
the kitchen.  We had popcorn, and we had a bottle of champagne in
refrigerator already.  We were set for the afternoon.

   I was looking at the living room when Nancy came downstairs.

   "Have fun, sweetie.  I'll be back probably in about an hour," she told
me with a hug.

   "I can be ready to go in a couple minutes."

   "No, you stay here."

   "Okay, if you insist," I told her.

   She laughed and shook her head.  "Don't worry, sweetie."

   We kissed and she left.

   I went into the office and was thinking about moving the computer into
the other room, in front of the fireplace.  I decided to check email first.
I guess she'd been gone about ten minutes when the phone rang.

   "Hello?"

   "Hi, hon.  What's the problem?" It was Gail.

   I sighed.  She laughed, then apologized.  I told her I was confused
again.  I wanted to do something special for Nancy when she had her period;
she evidently felt she needed to do something special for me; she must be
worried that I'd explode or something.  Gail laughed and told me that Nancy
was just trying to domesticate me.

   I laughed.  "So I'm supposed to learn to come when she calls me?"

   Gail gave me a low laugh in return.  "I wouldn't mind you training me to
do that, hon..."

   I laughed a little more, glad she couldn't see me blushing over the
phone.  "Gail, what can I do for her?"

   "Why don't you ask her, hon?  Hold her, snuggle with her, ask her what
she needs, ask her what she wants."

   I sighed again.  "Yeah, it's just...  When I look at John's calendar, I
can see regular days when Janet visited him during her period.  I figured
there was something special he did, maybe you knew about it."

   "Don't know, hon; nothing I can think of.  What else?  There's something
else."

   "I don't know.  I don't know why she's throwing herself at me.  Why me?"

   Gail laughed.  "You're special, hon."

   I snorted.  "I'm plain vanilla -- there's nothing special about me."

   "You're wrong, hon!  You're not vanilla -- you're stable.  Think of all
the shit you've been through -- you're still sane.  You still have a sense
of humor.  You still have a sense of direction."

   I remembered the morning with Chris; so did my stomach.  "I don't know
about that -- I've gotten pretty lost."

   "Yes, but you recognized it.  Jeff thinks you're special, and so does
Chris, and so do I.  Listen, have you gone on a tear buying everything you
could think of?"

   "Well, I've spent a lot of money."

   "On what?

   "I got a new Jeep..."

   "Yeah, replacing a heap that was eight years old.  I heard about that.
You haven't gone out and gotten a Rolex.  You haven't bought every
electronic gadget you could think of, or every new CD, or every new movie,
or replaced all your clothes, or shoes.  Right?"

   I had to chuckle to myself, remembering Janet talking about what she was
going to do when she could sell her stock; she'd talked about getting a BMW
convertible and a big Lexus, both for her, and cleaning out her closets --
we'd need a new house just to hold her new clothes, she'd told me.  She'd
had a Rolex when we got married -- and there was another fancier one in the
jewelry box hidden in the desk, probably from John.

   "Yes, so?"

   "How many people put in your position would have your financial
restraint?  How many do you think would have spent a few hundred grand by
now?  We walked through quite a few casinos when you were up here, and you
never gave them a second look.  Every time John came up here, he probably
dropped ten or twenty grand gambling."

   "So she loves me because I'm cheap and dull."

   Gail laughed.  "No, because you're stable, and considerate.  With all
the money that bastard had, he never got her flowers.  He never got me
flowers.  Expensive trinkets, yes.  But never anything from the heart. 
Good God, hon, one year he gave me the building the shop is in for my
birthday; bought it and gave it to me.  But that's not worth shit compared
to someone holding you close, or asking you to hold them.  Which would you
rather have, the money or someone to hold you?"

   "I guess I'm lucky, because I have both."

   "You're damn lucky, hon." Gail's voice was more subdued.

   "I love her so much."

   "Then show her!"

   "How?"

   Gail laughed.  "You'll figure it out, hon."

   "I guess I should talk to Jill."

   "What the hell do lawyers have to do with it!  Pardon my French, hon,
but you're grown up now.  You don't have to ask anyone's permission."

   "Gail, I'm not asking permission.  I want to be sure I don't screw
something up.  I've got something to lose now."

   "What's more important -- Nancy or the money?" she asked.

   She was right.  I could go back to work.  Even if the trust evaporated,
I still had the insurance money and the money from Janet's stock options.
We could go a ways on that, like the rest of our lives.

   "You're right, Gail.  Thanks for helping straighten me out.  I get
confused some times."

   "No problem, hon.  Call whenever you want to talk.  I've got just one
word of warning for you though."

   "Oh?"

   "If you run off and get married without me being there, you're going to
be in big trouble.  Got it?"

   I laughed.  "Gail, I understand.  You'll be there, I promise."

   We could do it tonight, in fact.  An extra hour or two of driving... 
No, I needed to check with Jill.

   "Good," Gail said, "Take care of that girl, hon, and she'll take care of
you."

   "I will, Gail.  Thanks again."

   "You're welcome, hon.  Bye."

   "Bye."

   I hung up the phone.  I picked it up and started to call Jill.  No, it
could wait for tomorrow; no sense disturbing her weekend.  That left two
questions: when and where.

   Damn, I should have asked Gail about the pictures we'd left on her desk.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number.  It was busy.  I put the phone
down.  Then on impulse I picked up the phone again and dialed Nancy's cell
phone.  It was busy.  Coincidence?  I smiled; I didn't think so.  Gail had
called a few minutes after Nancy left.  Plot?  Conspiracy?  I laughed as I
headed upstairs.

   I went to the bathroom, then shaved again, and brushed my teeth.  Let's
be presentable.

   I was downstairs again deciding about moving furniture in the living
room, still undecided between teaching and snuggling, when I heard the
garage door opener going -- Nancy was back.

   I walked into the garage; the concrete floor was cold to my bare feet.
Nancy got out of the Jeep and we hugged.

   "Please keep me warm!  It's supposed to be spring!" she told me as we
hugged.

   "It helps keep the tourists away.  Need help carrying things in?"

   "Sure." She opened the back door and handed me a bag.  "I got some
coffee for me, some great looking ribs for tonight, bread for tonight and
tomorrow, and some other goodies."

   Each carrying a bag, we went into the house and to the kitchen.  I got
things out of the bags and handed them to her; she put things in the
refrigerator.

   As she was bending over putting the meat away, I asked, "So did you ask
Gail to send us the pictures we forgot?"

   Nancy started saying, "It slipped my mind, I guess I'll ..." Then she
slowly stood up and turned to me.  I was smiling.  She smiled.  I raised an
eyebrow.

   "How did you know?" she said softly, as she stepped over to me and put
her hands on my shoulders.

   I put my hands on her waist.  "Male intuition?"

   She sighed a little.  "Gail called me and told me you wanted to talk. 
When I spoke with her a little while ago, she wouldn't tell me what you
wanted or what the two of you talked about, only that you love me very
much, and I should keep you.  I knew that already, and I'm going to." She
put her arms around me and held me gently.  "What can I do for you,
sweetie?"

   I held her tight.  "Nancy, I love you.  I told you I won't hide things
from you.  I called her because I was confused again, and because I wanted
some ideas on how to surprise you, how to be better for you.  You know what
she told me?"

   We looked each other in the eye again.  She said, "What?"

   "To ask you.  What can I do for you, darling?"

   "Hold me."

   I wrapped my arms around her again and we both sighed.

   We made our way upstairs and helped each other undress.  She pushed me
on to the bed and told me she'd be right back.  She returned from the
bathroom with a smile and fresh perfume.  We rolled around on the bed, and
I finally got her on her back and went down on her.  She'd put some perfume
on her mound as well.  After a couple strong ones, and a couple not so
strong ones, she pulled me up into her arms.  I slid into her and we kissed
as she moved my hips with her hands.  Soon she was coming again, and I
joined her.  I pulled the spread over us and went to sleep in her arms.

   I woke from my nap to a nipple in my mouth and a hand on my cock.  I
moaned and flailed with my arms; she pushed me to my back and mounted me.
It wasn't long before I was coming again.

   After drifting in each other's embrace for a while, we finally got up.
We got "dressed" in sweats and headed downstairs.

   Nancy headed for the kitchen.  "I'm hungry.  Care for a snack?"

   "Ever had champagne and popcorn?" I asked her.

   She gave me a smile and a hug.  "No, but it sounds intriguing.  Want me
to do the popcorn?"

   I kissed her nose.  "Please.  I'll get the bubbly."

   We sat down a while later to popcorn and champagne.  I even turned on
the television, and we watched "This Old House" on PBS, lounging together
on the couch.

   It was kind of sad, for a couple reasons.  Janet and I used to watch the
show together.  They were starting a new series, rebuilding a friend's
house that had caught fire.  They showed a lot of clips from a video that
had been done by a friend some time before the fire, remarking on how
useful and valuable that was going to be for insurance purposes.

   That got me to thinking.  I'd been carrying one of the Sony digital
camcorders around with me in my bag, more to get pictures for my buddies on
the alt.tasteless newsgroup and the Cult of Father Darwin mailing list than
anything else.  We should have good records of what we have, both here and
at the big house.

   We finished the last of the champagne out on the porch, standing in the
fog -- all the better to hug you in, my dear.

   We went in and started dinner going.  I put on some music, turned off
most of the lights, and lit some candles.  While things were cooking I
switched to a disc of Brazilian Sambas, and led Nancy around on the kitchen
floor.  It was a small space, but that means you take smaller steps and
hold each other closer.  I didn't get any complaints, until I stopped
anyway.

   We had a quiet dinner.  After we cleaned up, we danced some more to
candlelight, and went upstairs early for gentle lovemaking.  The rose
petals were starting to go on us, getting mushy.  Still, most of the time
we were too occupied to notice.

   END of Part 2 Tales of the Golden Mule

   Tales of the Golden Mule by artie@netgate.net
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www http://artie.web1000.com/

   The entire Tales of the Golden Mule is available in HTML format on my
web site (http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/artie/www/TGM.html).  It's also available as a
single LARGE (about 800kb!) text file on the asstr ftp site
(http://www.asstr-mirror.org//pub/Authors/artie/text/tgm.txt).

   

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