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Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Copyright 2007-2008 Rachael Ross/T.S.Severe all rights reserved.
Intended for adults only.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm comments: T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: MF+/f {TG}, Rom, Incest, [Teen TG] Oral, Anal, Mast,
Petting, SciFi/Fantasy
Synopsis: When 13 year old Jenny moves with her family to Harden Utah,
the girl discovers friendship, romance, and the excitement of being
something more than just different.

BFG Productions in association with Severe Discipline presents...

Twenty-Five Pairs
by T.S. Severe

Chapter Fifteen

Myanmar - Baltimore - Harden  2019




    They were everywhere. The bodies. Inside their bamboo homes and
out. It wasn't supposed to be like that and I stumbled, over the root
of tree, or someone's arm, I didn't know which. I couldn't force
myself to look. I couldn't see and I couldn't wipe my eyes. I wanted
to take off the hood and wipe my eyes so I could see them and punish
myself in that small way.

    "We need samples." Marco was saying and I sat down heavily.

    I saw his shadow, dark and bleary and I was afraid to look up.

    "Jen, are you hurt? Are you sick?" He asked me.

    "No." I coughed and shook my head.

    "Get up, we need to get the samples and get out of here." He
reached for my hand and pulled me up slowly.

    "Why are they dead?" I asked dumbly. "They're not supposed to be
dead."

    Marco had no answer for that and he didn't say anything.

    Bravo Company of the US Army 32nd Special Engineer Battalion was
there. They were from Fort Dietrich, the ones who cleaned up other
people's messes. As soon as Marco and I had examined a body, taken
what we needed from it, they took it away. I imagined I could smell
the bodies burning, but I couldn't.

    Thirty-six hours after we'd arrived, you'd never know the village
had ever been there. A hole had been dug and covered over, filled with
ashes and gone forever. The hilltop was planted with bushes and trees
and those seven families were only a memory now. I watched the place
disappear beneath the helicopter, wondering what those three boys
who'd left just before my arrival that fateful day would think when
they came back home.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "I can't do it anymore." I said, holding a cup of coffee in my
cold hands.

    "You don't look well." Mr. Fox frowned as we sat together in the
kitchen, back on the farm.

    "I'm so tired." I closed my eyes. "But I can't sleep."

    "You've been working so hard for so long, Jennifer." Mr. Fox
looked up as Renee put a cup of tea in front him.

    "Stay with us, Jennifer." The woman said, touching my shoulder.
"Dana will come for a visit, she has a baby now."

    "I don't know." I rubbed my forehead. "I thought I knew what I was
doing. I was so sure of it."

    Renee left us.

    "What was the cause?" Mr. Fox asked and I looked up.

    "I sent you the report."

    "I read it." He picked up his spoon, dropping sugar into his tea
slowly. "I want to hear it now."

    "I think..." I cleared my throat. "...The vaccine migrated into the
pigs. They were infected and the virus mutated and was passed back to
the villagers. Their immune systems were already compromised and..."

    "I see."

    "I didn't run that." I bit my lip. "I didn't check to see what
would happen. I didn't think of pigs and I...There were too many
variables."

    "Yes, there were." Mr. Fox tapped his spoon gently on the rim of
his cup.

    "I'm done." I sat up straight. "I'm going to...I don't know."

    "Everyone suffers failure." Mr. Fox sighed. "It just took you
longer than the rest of us, so you're having a harder time with it."

    "Failure?" I blinked at him. "I killed a village. Those people,
they didn't do anything. They didn't hurt anyone."

    I was crying again and I wondered where all those tears were
coming from. I hadn't been able to stop for more than five minutes at
a time and I ached. God, I ached all over, like I was dying and
wishing I were.

    "I knew I would kill someone." I swallowed thickly, wiping my eyes
and Mr. Fox neither smiled nor frowned. "I knew, someone would die. I
accepted that. I said, 'Well, this many others will live. So it's...
Fair.' You know?"

    "Yes." He nodded and he did know.

    "But it isn't fair." I started shaking. "None of it is."

    "You'll stay here." Mr. Fox told me. "Until you're well again.
I'll have your things brought down."

    "I don't ever want to be that well again." I closed my eyes and he
left me, leaving his tea untouched but for the sugar inside it.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    I didn't stay. I left the next morning, going back to Bethesda and
my office at Horace Tufts. I went through my notes carefully, pulling
pages for the shredder and deleting files from my computer. I'd been
insane, the way only a person who's never failed can be. Mr. Fox had
gotten that much right. I'd thought I could do anything and I'd never
been more wrong in my life. I'd felt like God.

    "I need to see you." I said into my phone and I think General
Palmer had been expecting that.

    "You should take some time..." He started saying and I shook my
head, standing in his office because I was too nervous to sit down.

    "We need to destroy the samples." I told him.

    "That's a year out of your life." The man said, taking off his
thin reading glasses. "A brilliant year, Jennifer. There are other
applications..."

    "No." I shook my head, pacing like a caged animal. "I've already
destroyed my notes."

    "I see." He sat back slowly. "The work you did could benefit other
research. Nobody needs to know where it came from, if that's what
you're worried about."

    "Don't talk to me like I'm Oppenheimer, okay?" I stopped, staring
at him. "The only application here is death."

    The General pursed his lips and perhaps he was torn between trying
to dissuade me and doing what he knew to be right. The samples, just
by their existence alone, put us on the edge of the abyss. He'd been
reviewing the data, trying to find out where we'd gone wrong. Where
I'd gone wrong.

    "Someone will do it, you know that." Palmer said. "You're five
years ahead of everyone else, maybe ten, but eventually..."

    "That's five more years to live, Jeff. Five years to have children
and..." I shrugged, lifting a hand, "...watch baseball. Five more years to
stop it from happening."

    "They won't forget about it." The General said softly. "Or you."

    "Please?" I sat down finally, leaning on his desk, pleading with
him. "Help me."

    "Okay, Jen." He nodded slowly. "And afterwards, you rest."

    "I will." I nodded, letting out the breath I was holding.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Jen!" Dana was there when I returned to the farm, smiling and all
grown up now.

    "Hi." I smiled weakly as I got a hug and kiss on the cheek.

    "Come on!" Dana giggled, like she was still fifteen, taking my
hand and pulling me towards the stairs. "They told me you were here
and I got here and you were gone!"

    "Yeah, I had to go to Baltimore and..."

    "Look!" Dana whispered, smiling and there was her baby on her old
bed, between two pillows so it couldn't roll off.

    "Oh!" I smiled and looked at Dana. "You're a mommy."

    "Yeah!" She nodded happily. "Come here and say hello. His name is
Steven."

    "Steven." I sighed, approaching the bed and he was so small. "How
old is he?"

    "Four months." Dana said. "Pick him up, go ahead. He needs to eat
soon anyway."

    "Oh, my my my." I sighed, sitting down on the bed and I just
touched him, touching that round little tummy with my fingertips while
he slept.

    "John's a fireman down in Richmond. That's my husband." Dana said.
"I sent you an invitation..."

    "Yeah, last year. I got it." I nodded, pursing my lips. "I was in,
uh...God where was I? Africa."

    "Africa?" Dana laughed and she'd grown up pretty, all blonde and
blue and still smiling.

    "Working." I shrugged. "And now you have a baby. Come here..."

    I picked Steven up carefully.

    "He's heavy!" I laughed. "God! He's fat! Look at him."

    "I know, yeah." Dana sat down next to me. "All he does is eat and
sleep."

    "His eyes are opening." I looked at those small blue orbs, looking
around sleepily, his bottom lip tucked in under the top one.

    "Isn't he beautiful?" Dana asked and I nodded.

    "Yeah. He is."

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "You ever see him?" Dana asked and she'd just walked into my room,
like she used to. The girl had changed very little growing into a
woman and I was glad.

    "Ron?" I was holding his snow globe, staring into it as it swirled
slowly. "No. I haven't seen him since..."

    "Mr. Fox took him." Dana nodded. "Me neither."

    We were quiet and it was getting late. Dana had been there for two
nights and in the morning she was going back home. I wondered what
that was like, having a home, a husband and a baby. It must be pretty
nice, I thought and I was happy for her.

    "I keep looking though." Dana said. "You know, like maybe I'd see
him just...Standing there or something."

    "Yeah." I nodded because I did that too.

    "How about Josh?" Dana asked with a teasing smile. "You still in
love with him?"

    "Oh yeah." I grinned. "More than ever."

    "Good for you then." Dana agreed. "Well, I better get my stuff
ready."

    "Okay."

    I sat there and I didn't know what I was doing. I was just twenty-
two years old and already one of the best virologists in the world.
I'd had several significant breakthroughs in viral genetics,
discoveries that would have gotten me serious consideration for a
Nobel Prize, had I worked in almost any other field. If my work wasn't
so sensitive that I'd be dead by the time it was ever declassified and
published anywhere.

    I was the child prodigy of my parents and even if people didn't
know exactly what I'd done, what I was doing, I was still a star in
the medical world, a bright one. If I chose to walk away from Horace
Tufts...If I could walk away...I could go anywhere. Do anything. I could
put my failure behind me and move on. Maybe. If I could stop crying.
All I had to do was pick up the phone.

    So I did.

    "Where you going?" Dana was sitting in the kitchen, nursing Steven
at her breast.

    "Oh." I blinked at her and it was very early in the morning, still
dark, but turning grey. I'd wanted to slip out, like a ghost.

    "Utah." I nodded. "I'm gonna go see Josh. Surprise him."

    "That'll be good." She smiled and Dana looked tired, but so happy
with her baby.

    "I have something." I put my suitcase down on the kitchen floor,
opening it awkwardly. "I wanted to give it to you before, but...I never
did."

    "Really?"

    "Yeah." I laughed, feeling foolish. "It's...I don't know. It's
nice."

    I opened a little zipped up bag I used for stuff, the odd thing
that I'd collected here and there. I dug through it, pulling out my
diamond tennis bracelet. I'd only worn it once and I kept telling
myself to give it to Dana, but I'd always been busy, or gone. Or I'd
forgotten, like it wasn't important.

    "Oh, jeeze." She widened her eyes and gave me a funny smile. "Are
those real?"

    "Yeah." I nodded. "It's real. It's, uh, kind of special in a
strange way."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Hold out your arm, let me put it on you." I said. "This, ummm...Oh.
It's not important, uh, the why. It just is."

    "Okay." Dana agreed slowly and watched me put the bracelet around
her wrist. "John's going to think I have a boyfriend now."

    "It looks good on you." I decided and I knew why I'd kept it. It
was the weekend I'd traded to Amir, so I could find out the truth
about Ron. I could let it go now.

    "Thanks, Jen. Wow. Diamonds." Dana giggled and lifted her baby,
putting him over her shoulder.

    "Have a girl next time, okay?" I said. "Then you can pass it down
when she's old enough."

    "Yeah." Dana nodded. "I missed you a lot."

    "I missed you too." I bent over, giving her a hug and smelling her
baby, that warm rich smell like no other. The smell of life.

    "You got my number right?" She asked and I nodded. "You're the
only sister I ever had. You better call me sometimes. I worry about
you."

    "I will." I kissed Dana's cheek. "I promise."

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Hi, is Josh there?" I asked, plugging my other ear because the
telephone booth didn't have a door and the phone was bad.

    "He's in the yard, do you want to hold?"

    "The yard?"

    "The lumber yard." The woman said, like that explained it. "I can
get him if you want to wait, might be a few minutes."

    "Can you just give him a message...Tell him to meet me at the Dairy
Queen."

    "Meet you at the Dairy Queen, huh?" The woman sounded like she was
laughing. "Any particular time?"

    "No." I shrugged. "I'll be here all day."

    I didn't have anything else to do.

    "Okay, uh...Who are you?" The woman asked.

    "Don't worry, he'll know." I smiled.

    Twenty minutes later Josh was pulling into the Dairy Queen. I was
sitting on a picnic table, with my feet on the bench, holding my teddy
bear and eating a Dilly Bar. I smiled as he got out slowly, walking
across the gravel and jingling his keys. Josh was grinning and
nodding, like he should have expected this and it was all I could do
not to leap into his arms.

    "Hey new girl." He said, stopping a few feet away, crossing his
arms and looking at me.

    "Hey boyfriend." I said softly, taking another bite of my ice
cream.

    "What are you doing here?" Josh asked.

    "Eating ice cream." I shrugged. "You wanna lick?"

    "Yeah." He nodded. "I think I do."

    "Kay." I held my ice cream out. "Come on, before it melts."

    I watched as Josh leaned forward, dragging his tongue across my
half-eaten Dilly Bar.

    "Good, huh?" I sucked it into my mouth.

    "Yeah. Come on." He jerked his head.

    "Where?" I hopped off the picnic table.

    "I'm gonna show you the house I'm building." Josh said and he
pointed at my suitcase. "That yours?"

    "Uh-huh." I nodded.

    "I see ya brought your bear." He smiled, picking up my suitcase.
"That's good."

    "Why?" I giggled.

    "Cause it means you plan on staying awhile." Josh sighed and he
was happy.

    "Yeah." I said and I was trying to be happy too.

    We drove a ways in silence and finally stopped in the middle of
nowhere it looked like, just flat grassland with some poplar trees,
some brush here and there. An unkempt field of something growing
across the dirt road.

    "Where's my house?" I wondered, looking around.

    "Right there." Josh grinned. "Come on."

    I left my bear in the truck and started getting out, then I had an
idea and I tilted the back of the bench seat forward, smiling as I saw
Josh's old blanket, folded up and smelling oily. I grabbed it and Josh
smiled, but he didn't say anything.

    "I figured I'd put a front porch right here..." He was pointing at
the ground. "...Put the parlor over there..."

    "A front parlor?" I laughed.

    "...Kitchen, little dining room maybe..." Josh was nodding.

    "Where's the bedroom gonna be?" I asked, pursing my lips.

    "Uh, well, I figured right here...Except up on the second floor, you
know." He shrugged. "Get that morning sunlight in your hair."

    "Hmmm..." I nodded. "...Right about here?"

    Josh chuckled as I started spreading that blanket on the grass.

    "Yeah." He nodded. "That'd be it."

    "Come here." I said, sitting down and hold out my hands for him. I
pulled Josh down when he took them and we hadn't even kissed yet.

    He took me in his arms, which was what I wanted more than anything
else, and Josh was going to kiss me, but I stopped him.

    "What's wrong?" He asked softly, searching my eyes.

    "I killed...People." I closed my eyes and it all gonna come out at
once.

    "What? Come here." Josh didn't know what I was talking about, he
just hugged me while I talked and sobbed against his chest.

    "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It was all I could say and it wasn't
enough.

    I was ugly, with my swollen, red-rimmed eyes and my snotty nose.
My hair damp and matted to my face and neck. My mouth was limp and I
was so weak. Shaking and pathetic and small. I was as ugly outside as
I was inside.

    And still he loved me. Somehow. Josh listened while I told him
everything and he didn't try to tell me it was okay, or it wasn't my
fault, or any of that. He just listened and that was what I needed. He
forgave me, because that's what love does, and how much of what I
said, Josh understood, or even believed, I couldn't know. It would be
a long time before I could love myself enough to find forgiveness in
my own heart, but this was where it started.

    Josh saved me.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "The hell are you doing here?" March Sinclair stared at me and he
was old by then, and frowning. He'd been old my whole life.

    "I figured I'd come by and cook something." I said, sticking out
my chin a little. "You look skinny."

    "Shet." He grinned and then I had no choice but to surrender to
the man. "We been starving around here!"

    He hugged me tight, real tight and we'd always gotten along good.

    "Yeah right, Pops." Josh gave his father a friendly slap on the
back. "Let my girlfriend go before you embarrass yourself."

    "How ya doing, March?" I sighed and I didn't really want to let
him go.

    "Better now." He chuckled and for being near seventy he was still
strong, big and barrel chested, and I imagined he'd looked a lot like
John Wayne as a young man. He still did.

    "You look good." I decided, stepping back as he let me go. "Any
complaints?"

    "Don't you go doctorin' me none." He grinned. "Ain't nothing wrong
a little Viagra won't fix."

    "Pop...Jesus." Josh was digging through the refrigerator. "I got
Pepsi and Pepsi and...Water and..."

    "Pepsi." I smiled.

    "Hell, I don't even need Viagra now that I'm looking at you,
Jenny." March grabbed my arm. "Sit down here now, where the hell you
been?"

    "Uh, Maryland mostly." I shrugged, taking a seat at the kitchen
table. "Just working, you know."

    "That's more than my boy's been doing." March frowned, looking at
Josh as he sat down with us. "All he does is look for you."

    "Yeah, that's why I spend ten hours a day at the mill, Pops." Josh
rolled his eyes. "Cause Jen mighta been hiding behind the two by
fours."

    "Well, I hope ya make an honest woman outta her soon." March
looked back at me, smiling and holding my hand. "He's lucky his momma
ain't around, see him treat a lady like this."

    "He treats me fine." I promised. "I'm the one keeping him
dishonest, I'm afraid."

    "Shet." The man laughed and he had those same brown eyes as his
son, wonderfully warm and inviting.

    "Jen's gonna stay for awhile, Pop." Josh said. "So, uh...I figured
I'd just sleep on the couch and..."

    "Boy, how dumb do you think I am?" March frowned. "Sleeping on the
couch with this woman upstairs in your bed?"

    "He's just trying to protect my reputation." I giggled.

    "From me?" March laughed and stroked the back of my hand. "He
starts sleeping on the couch and you come find my bed..."

    "Pop!"

    "...I'll mind your reputation, Jenny." March winked at me and I
laughed.

    I cooked up a dinner and that was fun. I hardly ever cooked and I
wasn't very good at it, but the men didn't care. I don't think they
even tasted the food and it was such a delight just to be with them,
Josh and his father, listening to them go back and forth. March was a
terrible flirt and they were both endless in their attentions. I was
spoiled with affection and it was a balm for my soul.

    "Josh..." I whispered and he was almost asleep after making love to
me.

    "Hmmm..." He sighed.

    "I'm gonna go tuck your dad in." I giggled.

    "Huh?" He opened his eyes in the dim light, silvery with a clear
full moon outside his window.

    "I'll be right back, okay?" I kissed him.

    "Oh Christ." Josh chuckled softly. "I'll never hear the end of
it."

    "Are you okay?" I asked.

    "Up to you, but..."

    "What?" I grinned at him.

    "Don't come crying to me if he starts asking you to marry him."

    "Heh!" I stuck my tongue out and slipped off the bed and into the
old bathrobe Josh had found for me.

    I'd never done this, but I'd thought about it before and Josh
knew. I'd teased him plenty of times and it made my heart go faster,
my stomach tighten a bit. I loved March, like a father, and Josh was
happy about that. His dad had been alone a long time too, almost
twenty years after Josh's mother had died.

    "Hey." I said softly, kneeling on the floor and working my head
and shoulders under the covers, waking the old man up with my gentle
hands.

    "Eh?" He was stirring slowly and I found March's loose boxers and
his flaccid cock inside. "Jenny?"

    "Yeah." I breathed and I was pushing my hand inside, feeling him
warm and wrinkled, all soft on a bed of wiry pubic hair.

    "The hell you think you're doing down there?" He asked me.

    "Tucking you in." I giggled.

    "That ain't the way I learnt to do it." He chuckled. "You best get
back to your bed before Josh wakes up."

    "He's already awake, March." I laughed and I was working the man's
cock slowly, coaxing him to life. "Come on...You can do it..."

    "Shet." March sighed and he was growing hard. "I was just, uh...All
that talk, you know, that was just talk and..."

    "Uh-Huh." I kissed his stomach through the cotton of his t-shirt
and moved my head lower, under the warm sheets until my lips found his
semi-hard cock.

    "Jenny...Oh..."

    "Mmphhh?" I gave him a muffled giggle as I took my boyfriend's
father into my mouth, sucking the old man softly.

    I used my tongue, a lot of tongue, and March seemed to like that a
great deal. His hands were in my hair, petting me while his cock
stiffened pleasantly into a full and surprisingly large erection. My
lips were stretched around him and I bobbed my head up and down
slowly, wanting to make it last because it was an incredible turn-on
for some reason.

    My own cock was throbbing and the muscle between my creamy thighs
so swollen I found myself reaching down to jerk myself off. I was
keeping it a secret though; March didn't need to know about that. I
liked the way he talked about having grandchildren someday and I
didn't want to disappoint him.

    "Jenny...Now I know why that boy's so crazy about you." March was
breathing hard and I was taking almost all of him, making it good for
the man.

    I'd suck the smooth glans for awhile and then drop my mouth
halfway down the shaft quickly, flicking my tongue beneath him and
then drawing my soft wet lips up slowly. I swallowed spit and precum
and I let a lot of it run down to my fingers as I gripped the base of
March's dick in my fist. Once in awhile I'd pull my mouth off and kiss
and lick him all over, teasing the old man until he was pushing at my
head, guiding me once more to take him into my hungry mouth.

    He lasted five minutes, maybe a little more, but it was five
minutes of heaven and I moaned deep in my throat as I felt March
stiffen in his bed. He gasped and pushed my mouth down until the knob
of his prick was at the entrance to my throat and then his cock
spasmed eagerly, his sperm, hot and thin and rich with a salty flavor
filled my mouth to overflowing.

    I swallowed quickly, sucking and squeezing his cock with my hand,
stroking the man off so I could get as much of his ball juice into my
tummy as I could. This was the sperm that had made Josh, I was
thinking, and I loved him so much. I ate every bit of cum I could
find, spending a few long minutes cleaning March's softening cock and
then putting it back into his shorts with a kiss and a giggle.

    "Thank you for that." March was panting and smiling at me in the
dark. "I can die in peace now."

    "You better not." I sighed, licking my lips and bringing my face
close to his. "You stick around for awhile; we might have to do this
again."

    "Jenny...One time was probably too much, but I do love you." He
sighed. "You take care of my boy and..."

    "You're not dying." I laughed. "That was an orgasm."

    "Oh..." March chuckled. "...Hell, I knew that. It's just been awhile,
you know."

    "Goodnight, March." I kissed him lightly on the cheek.

    "Night Jenny."

    I returned to Josh and he was waiting for me, the bedside lamp on
now as he held my snow globe, turning it slowly in his hands.

    "Hey boyfriend." I giggled, shedding my bathrobe slowly and my
cock was hard as steel, pointing right at him.

    "Hey...Uh, what did Pop say?" Josh set the snow globe down and
looked at me.

    "He was sweet." I grinned, walking towards the bed, swinging my
hips and making my cock sway from side to side.

    "Yeah, but..." Josh licked his lips. "...What did he say, you know.
Was he..."

    "I'm not gonna kiss and tell." I laughed. "Come here..."

    "Hmmm...Looks like he got you all excited though." Josh moved
towards the edge of the bed and I reached for him, cradling his head
in my hand and drawing him closer.

    "Yeah...He did." I nodded. "Now you get to finish what your daddy
started."

    "Oh Jen..." Josh sighed as he opened his mouth, taking my thick nine
inches into his too small mouth and I really did wish my mom hadn't
been quite so generous. About six inches would have been perfect, as
it was Josh could only get half of me inside, but that still felt
pretty darn good.

    "Suck it, boyfriend...I know you love my cock." I smiled, pushing
with my hips, just a little, and enjoying the sight of Josh with his
face full of my hard dick.

    "Mmphh..." Josh agreed and looked up at me with his big brown eyes.

    "Such a little slut for my big cock, huh?" I stroked his hair and
Josh was playing with my balls.

    Josh nodded slightly, but mostly he was working my cock nicely
inside his warm, willing mouth. A lot of that was because he did love
me, more than anything else in the world, and it wouldn't matter what
I had between my legs. Another part was that Josh was seriously
addicted to my sperm, which seems funny, but mom was right about that
and I'd seen her notes on the subject. There was a protein in my semen
that she'd played with, one that triggered a response in the brain, or
stimulated the hypothalamus, to be more accurate. The sex center of
the human mind...That funny protein rubbed it like a magic lamp, calling
a genie who made good sex better, and great sex fucking fantastic. And
like all good feelings, Josh wanted it every chance he got.

    My mom was a witch and so far ahead of everyone else it wasn't
funny. Even right then with Josh, some seven years after her death,
the rest of the world was still playing catch up. So it was that
getting a blowjob from Josh, while I thought about my mother, put me
on the phone with Lois Ashton a few days later making arrangements to
see her in a month.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "You don't have to go." Josh said, and not for the first time.

    "Yeah." I sighed. "I do. They have a office with my name on the
door."

    "Where's that at?" March wanted to know and he was cooking up some
pancakes for us, since I'd tried it once and just about burned the
house down.

    "Harvard, up by Boston." I nodded.

    "That's a long ways away." March frowned.

    "I'm going to do some genetics work." I said. "Alzheimer's I
think. I'd like to do something...Practical."

    "Alzheimer's?" March laughed. "What are trying to say?"

    "I don't want you forgetting me." I giggled.

    "Shet." March shook his head. "I might forget what day of the week
it is, Shirley, but I ain't never gonna forget that weekend in Vegas!"

    "What?" I laughed.

    "Don't listen to him." Josh shook his head.

    "See? That's what I'm talking about." I rolled my eyes. "The
things I did with that man last night..."

    "I don't want to know." Josh frowned playfully.

    "Hell, I do." March said. "Tell him what you told me this morning,
Jenny. Go on..."

    "Pops...What is it with you?" Josh asked his dad.

    "I'm not telling." I laughed.

    "She said I oughta get 'BULL' tattooed on my belly." March grinned
at Josh. "What you think of that?"

    "I didn't say that!" I gasped.

    "Oh, she'll deny it now." March gave me a wink. "But it was in her
eyes, boy."

    "She gave you one blowjob dad." Josh looked at his watch. "I gotta
get to the mill."

    "I love you." I said, pulling Josh to my lips as he leaned over.

    "I love you too. Think about staying, okay?" He asked. "We got a
hospital right here in town."

    "Yeah, I know." I nodded, but I was already committed and the next
day I had to leave.

    "Be back this afternoon." Josh said. "Be nice, Pops!"

    "Yeah, yeah...Don't break my lumber mill, boy. I only loaned it to
ya." March grinned at his son. "And fill up your gas tank, I heard it
was going up again. Stupid Arabs...How can a barrel of oil cost three
hundred dollars? That's what I wanna know."

    "I don't know." I shrugged. "Maybe they're running out."

    "They got that geo-thermal plant going here now, but I'll be
damned if it's any cheaper." March said. "Gotta pay for itself, they
say...Shet. Paid for itself after a month, I bet."

    "Sit down here and eat with me." I smiled at him.

    "Bet you got one of those plastic cars, huh?" March grinned at me.
"Drive thirty miles an hour and plug it in at night?"

    "Me?" I laughed. "When I need a ride, I just...Call my uncle in
Washington."

    "Uncle, eh?" March chuckled. "He must be doing alright if he can
afford thirty bucks for a gallon of gas."

    "Yeah." I sighed. "He does alright. He's picking me up tomorrow."

    "He's driving here?" March narrowed his eyes. "Then all the way to
Boston?"

    "No." I giggled, pouring syrup on my pancakes. "He's got a jet."

    "Well..." March looked at me. "...Shet. What the hell you do for him
at night?"

    "Anything he wants me too." I laughed.

=-=-=-=-=-={25}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "You weren't kidding, huh?" March was looking at the small Gulf IX
jet sitting on the runway. Mr. Fox had a bigger one, but the airport
just outside Harden was pretty small.

    "Nope." I smiled, but I was looking into Josh's eyes as he held me
close.

    "I'm gonna start building that house pretty soon." Josh said. "You
might wanna come back out this way and see it."

    "I will." I promised. "I'm not going that far away. Not anymore."

    "Just take care of yourself, alright?" Josh sighed.

    "I love you." I told him. "Don't forget about me."

    "Heh." He shook his head. "As if I could? I love you so much,
Jen."

    "Okay." I cleared my throat and I didn't want to cry just then.

    He kissed me, a bunch of times and then I had to let him go. March
hugged me too, one armed cause he was holding my bear, but tight just
the same He kissed my cheek and then I kissed him on the mouth with a
giggle and I did cry, so Josh had to kiss me again. It was hard
leaving and I took my teddy bear out of March's arms reluctantly.

    "I always liked that young man." Mr. Fox said as I sat down on a
sofa next to him. "He's good for you."

    The inside of the plane looked like a well appointed living room
more than anything else and a steward was right there to give me a
glass of wine. I needed it and we didn't even have to buckle our seat
belts, if there even were any. I didn't see them. The people who flew
Mr. Fox prided themselves on the on being the best and it was going to
be a smooth ride.

    "Harvard is a good choice for you too." He continued. "You'll get
some exposure up there."

    "I just don't want to kill anyone." I sighed, looking out the
window at Josh and March, still standing just outside the small
building that served as terminal, control tower and fire department
all in one.

    "I've arranged a house for you, darling. I hope you don't mind."
Mr. Fox said. "You asked me once for your mother's laboratory..."

    "Yes?" I looked at him.

    "It's there." Mr. Fox nodded. "I don't pretend to understand all
the details, but I'm assured you'll have the same access Elsa had,
even more I think."

    "Thanks." I nodded.

    "It's the least I can do, my dear." Mr. Fox smiled and then we
were pushed back gently as the jet accelerated, the nose lifting after
a bumpy ride and suddenly we were riding on silk as the world fell
behind.



    End of Part 15
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