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Subject: {ASSM} Hard Promise (13/13, Plus P.S.) by Reverend Cotton Mather (mf, rom)
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Welcome to the Church of The Right Reverend Cotton Mather. This story is
the sole property of the author, and may not be copied or downloaded for
the intent of profit. Permission is freely given for anyone to download 
or copy for their personal pleasure or use, as long as there is no 
intent to charge money or barter for the privilege of acquiring this 
material.

(copyright 2001, Rev. Cotton Mather)
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HARD PROMISE
by Reverend Cotton Mather


- 13 -



As you are no doubt all too aware, when you're 15, or 16, or 17, or 18,
emotions rule your world.  The blackest day can be followed by the most
marvelous evening you have ever known, and it all seems so natural at 
the time.  It's only with the passage of years that you look back on 
that time with a mixture of awe and humor that you managed to live 
through those times relatively unscathed.

Yes, that one phone call opened up the lines of communication between 
Melissa and I.  Within a couple of weeks, we were actually on friendly
terms.  The summer's upheaval, if not exactly forgotten, was pushed 
into the background, where it mercifully faded away to practically 
nothing.  Melissa and Micki were never going to be best friends, but 
they at least found a way to put aside their animosity for my sake.
I, on the other hand, faced a dilemma that kept me up nights for a
long time.  I had learned to respect and appreciate Micki, and maybe
even to love her, during our time of stress.  I wasn't about to abandon
her now, especially considering how fragile she seemed to be.  I 
couldn't help thinking, however, that maybe it was Melissa who was 
supposed to be my soulmate.  Wait and watch, wait and watch was my 
mantra for a long time while I tried untangling that lovers' knot.
Eventually, I saw the solution, the one that was probably there the 
whole time, waiting to be seen in its elegance.

The Ray Machine saw a real surge in popularity, which culminated in my
election in the spring as Prom King, with Brittany Felson reigning as 
Prom Queen.  True to his word, Ev Delaney provided a character 
reference for me that was almost embarrassing in its praise, but it 
helped get me into the University in the fall.

And, of course, in the fashion of a good old romance, after I 
graduated from college, I was proud to stand up and make my high 
school sweetheart my wife, to love and honor and cherish forever.





- 14 -



Oh, by the way, I forgot to tell you:

She was surprised and delighted by my news when finally, after a tender
lovemaking session, I remembered to tell her about our surprise 
vacation.  She loved the idea of going to Bermuda on a whim, and we 
both managed to get a week off from work.

And Bermuda was lovely, as delightful as she remembered, as beautiful
as she described.  And on our last night there, we were standing on the
balcony of our hotel room, watching the sunset, when she turned to me 
and took both my hands in hers.  We were dressed for dinner, enjoying a
glass of wine before going down to the restaurant.  In her high heels,
she was nearly as tall as I.  Holding my hands, she leaned closer and
kissed me softly before whispering, "Darling Ray, light of my life, 
holder of my heart, and now the father of our child."

I was dumbfounded.  "What?  You're…you're…"

She simply nodded, a small, secret smile on her lips, her eyes 
glistening in joy, squeezing my fingers in hers.




THE END


(You want the post-script?  You want to know what REALLY happened?
E-Mail me at RevCottonMather@excite.com)

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