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      A Single Step
      by Ann Douglas
      (ann_douglas@hotmail.com)

      "Patrick, could you please go downstairs and bring up a case of peaches
from the storeroom,"   the short haired Asian woman behind the counter asked. "I
need two cans for Mrs. Velazquez."

      "Sure thing, Mrs. C,"  the blonde haired teenager said as he stopped stacking
the shelf he was working on and headed for the basement stairs.

      Less than two minutes later, Patrick Kerrigan returned from the basement
with a small cardboard box in his arms.  A quick slice with the box cutter he
always carried in his pocket took off the top of the box and he placed two small
cans on the countertop.

      "Thank you, Patrick,"  Lynn Chen said as, after adding the cost of the canned
fruit to the bill, she added the last items to the large paper bag along with the rest
of her customer's order.

      "I'll put these on the shelves after I finish with the soups,"  Patrick said as he
returned to the task that had been interrupted.

      As she handed the Hispanic woman her change, Lynn thought again how
lucky she had been the day five months ago when Patrick had walked in off the
street after seeing the help wanted sign in the window.  She never had to ask
him to do anything twice and most times, he anticipated what needed to be done
before she did and just went ahead and did it.

                        -=-=-=-

      Two years earlier, Lynn had inherited the small grocery store from a great-
uncle who had passed away with no closer relatives.  Despite Mr. Chen's loudly
expressed desire to turn a quick profit from the unexpected inheritance by selling
both the business and the two-story building that had come with it, Lynn had
refused to do so.  In her eyes, the marginally profitable business was her chance
to finally have something that was totally hers.  Her husband of nearly twenty
years wasn't happy with her decision, but that had hardly been the only thing
he'd been unhappy with of late, at least as far as his wife was concerned.

      Philip Chen and Mei-lin, as she had been known back then, had been
married in 1958, just a month after she'd passed her seventeenth birthday.  Less
than a decade before, her family had fled mainland China following the collapse
of the Nationalist government with little more than the clothes on their back.
Despite his being fifteen years her senior, Mei-lin's parents saw Philip as a quite
suitable husband, especially since his family was already established in the
United States, with all the opportunities that might entail.  At the time, her own
opinion in the matter hadn't been deemed important enough to be solicited.

      Still, she had been raised to respect the wishes of her parents and so she
married the man they had chosen.  Ten months later, much to the delight of her
new family, she presented her husband with twin sons, healthy boys to carry on
the family name.

      Most of the eighteen years since then had been spent raising those sons,
during which time Lynn had also managed to educate herself in the customs and
language of her new country.  As her sons progressed through the various
grades, she was able to get a good practical education that filled in the gaps in
her own formal schooling.

      None of which seemed to ever matter to her husband, who devoted most of
his time to the restaurant he had started with his family's help. An endeavor that
proved so successful over the years that he was twice able to expand it.  What
attention he did give his still young wife was always centered on his desire to
have more children, but after years of trying, it eventually became obvious that
the difficult delivery of her twin sons had left Lynn unable to carry another child to
term.

      By the time her sons had grown to maturity, relations between the couple had
devolved into a marriage in name only.  Lynn eventually suspected that her
husband now sought sexual gratification with some of the young girls that worked
in his restaurants.  Recent immigrants, his sponsorship had been one of the
factors that allowed them to enter the country.

      Therefore, when the grocery store had fallen into her lap, Lynn had leapt at
the opportunity, despite her lack of business experience.  Luck was with her,
however, in the form of the two older men who actually ran the business for her
great-uncle.  They agreed to stay on for a few months while she learned the
business.

      Working seven days, and in many cases nights as well, Lynn learned just
about everything she needed to know about running the store.  In fact, she went
so far as to practically move into the small three room apartment above,
spending more time there most weeks than at home.  Her confidence in her
abilities grew monthly so when her instructors eventually decided that it was time
for them to go, she met their announcement with far less trepidation than she
might have originally imagined.  What she hadn't realized at the time was that
outside forces would soon erode the confidence she felt.

      Realizing that she couldn't continue to pay the salaries that the two men had
been earning, Lynn instead looked to hire a teenager that would be willing to
work for less.  Posting a notice at the local community center, she was certain
that she'd have no problem finding suitable help.  In fact, only a day later she had
two young men apply for the position.  So eager had both of them been, she had
been hard pressed to pick between the two.  In the end, she had just gone with
the one who had applied first.

      Then, to her surprise, the boy she hired quit after only a few days on the job
with absolutely no explanation.  She was even more confused when, after calling
back the second young man to tell him the job was his if he still wanted it, a
similar tale ensued.  Over the following weeks, it quickly became a pattern as
every applicant, no matter how eager they had been in the beginning, quit during
their first weeks.  One even walked out as soon as he discovered that he would
be working for a woman.  That seemed quite strange behavior for anyone in
1978.

      Her suspicions had been aroused, however, when one of the applicants had
slipped and referred to her by her Chinese birth name, which she hadn't gone by
in a number of years.  That she had taken on an American name when the boys
had started school had been one of the first points of contention between her and
her husband.  That he had long ago done so for business reasons didn't seem to
matter.  In fact, since he was one of the few people who still called her Mei-lin, it
made her wonder if he had anything to do with the rash of reluctant workers.

      Sure enough, it turned out that Philip was indeed behind it, steering away
most anyone who might be interested in the position as well as chasing away
anyone who actually showed up to apply.  After two weeks of working totally on
her own, Lynn's confidence had begun to give way to despair.

      Then, just as she was beginning to think that she would have to give in to his
desire to sell her inheritance after all, in walked Patrick Kerrigan off the street to
enquire about the help wanted sign she had forgotten about putting in the
window weeks before.  The seventeen year old had recently moved in with his
grandmother following the death of his mother.  His father, Lynn would later
learn, had walked out on his wife and two sons soon after Patrick was born.

      Before that day, Lynn had never considered that she might look beyond the
local Chinese community for help and now she felt quite short sighted for thinking
that way.  Still, she also felt she was obligated to warn the tall, at least to
someone who was only five foot one, young man that going to work for her might
cause him trouble.  The athletically built teenager had been unfazed by the
warning and said he really could use the job.  Reluctantly hiring him, Lynn also
told him that if events changed his mind, she would understand.  Events that took
only a few days to unfold.

      Lynn had been watching through the store window that morning as two local
teens approached Patrick when he crossed the street on his way to the store.
She recognized one of them as the boy who had known her birth name; Philip
Wu had been his name.   Fearing that violence was their intent, the older woman
started to head outside to try to prevent it.  She'd only gone two steps when she
saw the boy she'd recognized grab Patrick's arm when he tried to just walk past
him and his friend.

      To both her and the Chinese boys' surprise, her new employee executed a
self-defense move that left Philip flat on his back on the concrete sidewalk.
Patrick quickly turned to face the second boy, but he had quickly decided that he
didn't want any part of what was happening and ran off.  Once his partner was
back on his feet, he seemed to decide that as well, taking off in the same
direction as the first.

      When Patrick walked into the store a few moments later, he didn't even
mention the altercation until Lynn brought it up, saying that she had been
watching at the window.  The teenager shrugged his shoulders and said it hadn't
been a big thing.  When Lynn said otherwise, adding that he could've been hurt,
Patrick replied that his older brother had been with the Rangers in Vietnam and
had shown him a few moves.

      That incident proved to be the last of her husband's harassments since he
was unwilling to go beyond simple intimidation.  Especially after he learned that
Lynn had been so upset by what had happened that she'd gone and consulted a
divorce lawyer to see what exactly her rights were if she chose to go in that
direction.  That had led a worried Philip to promise not to further interfere in any
of her business affairs.  Eventually they worked out an understanding between
themselves, which included her moving into the second floor apartment full time.

      Over the weeks and eventually months that followed, Patrick proved himself
invaluable to Lynn in running the store.  Even working just part time, he did
almost all of the work of the men he'd replaced.  He even came up with an idea
or two that actually increased business.  It wasn't long before the relationship
between the two of them changed from simply employer and employee to, if not
friends, then at least co-workers.

      In light of that change, Lynn had several times asked Patrick to call her by
her first name instead of the more formal Mrs. Chen that he always used.  After
all, they were barely a generation apart.  The problem with that was that his
mother had raised him to always call his elders by their last name and try as he
could, it just didn't feel right to do so.  Eventually, however, he managed to come
up with a compromise, one inspired by characters on his favorite sitcom, and
started calling her Mrs. C instead.

      Also during those months, Lynn discovered that Patrick was having great
difficulty with math in school.  So much so that he was in serious danger of not
graduating at the end of the semester.  Acting more like a concerned parent than
simply a co-worker, the Asian woman took on herself the role of tutor.
Capitalizing on the experience she'd gained with her sons, both of whom were
now away at college, Lynn put aside part of every day to go over with Patrick
whatever had been covered that day in class.  In the end, the tutoring made the
difference and he graduated with a grade that while not outstanding was at least
passing.

      Previously, the young man had no real plans beyond graduation other than
finding a permanent job.  Now, with her help, he had applied to the City
University for the fall semester, a change that pleased both Lynn and his
grandmother.  Until classes started at the end of the summer, he also began to
work at the store full time.

                        -=-=-=-


      No more than ten minutes after Mrs. Velazquez had left, what had been a
clear mid-summer sky began to darken.  Along with the unexpected clouds, the
late afternoon breeze began to increase in intensity.  The weather report on the
radio news had forecast possible early evening thunderstorms but it looked like
they'd missed the target by a few hours.

      On seeing the change in weather, both Patrick and Lynn quickly ran out of
the now empty store to gather up the collection of potted plants and other small
items that were displayed on wooden racks outside.  Experience had taught
them that storms like the one now building tended to play havoc with such things
if left exposed.  Last year, a particularly intense wind had lifted a plant and
slammed it against the store window, cracking the glass.  Since then, Lynn had
learned not to take chances.

      Quickly they gathered all the paraphernalia into a couple of milk crates that
they used to transport and store them in at the end of the day, carrying the boxes
inside.  Lynn was about to step back out on to the street to roll back the
overhead awning when a brilliant flash of lightning filled the sky, followed
seconds later by a booming crack of thunder that heralded a tremendous
downpour.

      "Standing outside with a six foot metal rod probably isn't the best of ideas
right now,"  Patrick said as he placed his hand on her shoulder, thinking that she
might still actually go out there.

      "I guess you're right,"  Lynn agreed as she watched another bolt of lightning
arc across the sky, hoping that the now angry wind didn't damage the awning.

      Together they stood there for a minute, watching people run for cover from
the heavy rain.  Once the street was deserted in every direction, with none of the
pedestrians inclined to grace their establishment, they turned their attention to
housekeeping tasks that there was never enough time to fully take care of.

      As intense as many of these summer storms tended to be, they were also
usually short lived, playing out their violent fury in a very short span.  In the end,
this one proved to be no exception as barely twenty-five minutes after it had
started, the rain began to dwindle down to a trickle.

      As soon as the first patches of blue began to reappear in the sky, Lynn was
out the door to check on any damage.  She didn't get more than a foot outside
when she came to an abrupt stop.

      "Oh, oh, that can't be good,"  she thought as she looked up at a large water
filled depression in the center of the canopy.

      The force of the downpour had been such that instead of simply running off
the edge of the awning, it had pushed the material inward, forming a bowl
shaped indentation.  As more water filled the bowl, the increased weight caused
the material to sag even more until it hung almost a half foot lower than it was
supposed to.

      Lynn turned her head toward the open door, intending to call for Patrick to
bring out a long broom that they could use to lift the bubble and let the water run
off the side.  Her mouth had just started to form her first word when it was cut off
by the sound of tearing cloth as the overstretched material finally gave way.
Down came the equivalent of a two-gallon bucket, soaking the woman from head
to toe.

      Hearing the disturbance, Patrick dropped what he had been doing and
rushed outside.  Presented with the image of a very drenched Lynn, water
pooling around her on the sidewalk, the young man couldn't help bursting into
laugher.

      At first, Lynn didn't see the humor in the situation and greeted his laughter
with a scowl.  Then she realized what she must look like and also laughed at
herself.  In fact, she laughed so hard that she didn't realize at first that Patrick
had abruptly stopped and was now just staring at her instead.  A glance down at
her chest told her the reason why.

      The heavy soaking had not only turned the loose fitting blouse she wore into
one that hugged the contours of her body, but had also rendered it practically
translucent.  Clearly visible were the outlines of her breasts, the small, pert
nipples of which poked out against the wet material.  With tiny breasts that had
held firm over the years, Lynn often went without a bra, especially during the
warmer months, when doing so felt a lot more comfortable.  She'd never had a
problem with in until now.

      Her face flushed with embarrassment, Lynn rushed past Patrick and into the
store.  By the time he followed her, she had already closed the door to her small
office where he knew she always kept a change of clothing.  When she emerged
fifteen minutes later, toweled dry and wearing a fresh outfit, Lynn proceeded to
go about her business as if nothing had happened.

                                -=-=-=-

      A few hours later, after the store had closed for the day, Lynn sat alone in her
small apartment.  Most days, alone was exactly how she spent her evenings.
Occasionally, she would make a trip to the community center if there were some
event of interest going on, but those brief outings were becoming less frequent of
late if for no other reason that they served to drive home the fact that she was
still married in name only.  Try as she sometimes wanted, she just couldn't bring
herself to take that final, irrevocable step to sunder the vows she had taken.

      That she and Philip now led separate lives was hardly a secret to those who
knew the both of them.  The way most of the married women at the center looked
at her whenever she engaged one of their husbands in conversation attested to
that.  That those conversations usually centered on business advice didn't seem
to matter.  The same women who used to be her friends now looked upon her as
a woman who no longer had a husband, and worse, was younger and still
attractive, something that not many of them could say about themselves.

      That Philip, in the absence of his estranged wife had for all purposes moved
a girl young enough to be his daughter into his home didn't seem to be as much
of an issue.  True, he hadn't been that public about it, but still some people knew.
And of those people, his closest friends kept their silence, even as they shared
knowing smiles filled with envy.

      "As if I would be interested in any of their husbands,"  Lynn thought as she
sat in her favorite chair, a glass of wine in her hand and an unwatched game
show on the television.  "Most of them would just be as bad as Philip, some even
worse."

      Still, it had been a long time since she'd enjoyed marital relations and truth be
told, she did miss it.  Even what had passed as sex between Philip and her was
usually better than the solace of her own hand.

      Taking another sip of wine, Lynn reflected that it had been the incident with
the soaked blouse this afternoon that had caused her to dwell on her lack of a
sex life.  Try as she might, she couldn't erase from her mind the look on Patrick's
face when he looked at her practically exposed breasts.  For the first time, she
felt he was looking at her as a woman and not simply someone he worked with.

      All through the rest of the day, Lynn could feel his eyes following her around
the store.  It didn't matter that she had self-consciously put a bra on when she
changed clothes, she knew he was looking.  Or at least she thought he was
watching, it could just have been her imagination she reminded herself.  But if
she was only imagining it, was it because she was hoping he was looking?

      Getting up from the chair, she walked over to the hanging mirror on the wall
and looked into her reflection.  On her last birthday she had turned thirty-seven,
but thanks to good genes and a sensible lifestyle she didn't look like a woman
nearing forty.  Nor did she look like the young girl that had stood in front of the
minister two decades ago either, but she would settle for looking somewhere in-
between.

      Her short hair, cut about an inch above her neck, was still deep black, without
a trace of grey.  Both her mother and grandmother, she recalled, had been like
that so no surprise there.  Her breasts, while small, were well rounded and as her
ability to go braless attested, quite self supporting.  Weight wise she had never
been more than a hundred and ten pounds in her life.  Most men, she knew,
would still consider her an attractive woman.

      What she lacked, she knew, was experience.  If she ever did have the
determination to go through with the divorce, what then?  Did she even know
how to get another man?    Or would she spend the rest of her life alone as she
was now?

      Her life before she was given in marriage to Philip had hardly prepared her in
that regard.  If times had been normal, it might have been different, but they had
been anything but.  A late and definitely unplanned pregnancy, Lynn's early life
had been dominated by the twin catastrophes of the Japanese occupation of
China and the civil war with the Communists that had resumed even before the
Japanese had been defeated by the Americans.  It was only the fact that her
father had been a minor functionary in the government that allowed them to
escape at all.  What education on any subject she had prior to being thrust into
adulthood had been fragmentary at best.

      Much of that had been made up for along the way, her sons' educations
leading to her own.  Still, there were areas that in no way had been covered.
Unless of course she counted the varied adult material she would sometimes find
hidden away in her sons' room.

      Most of it consisted of simple nudie magazines, the kind that she knew most
teenage boys somehow always managed to get their hands on.  A small minority,
however, turned out to be of a different, more graphic sort.  She was shocked to
learn, after bringing those books to her husband's attention, that they had come
from his own private collection of which she had been unaware.

      In reply to her concern that their barely teenage sons were looking at such
things, he quickly replied that he would be more worried if they weren't interested
in looking.  He actually exhibited a mixture of amusement that they had located
his hidden treasure, and pride in the choice of what they had borrowed.  Seeing
that this was an argument she had already lost, Lynn didn't broach the subject
with him again.

      However, once she knew of the existence of the collection, Lynn found
herself surreptitiously borrowing a book from time to time herself.  The things she
saw and read about were a revelation to say the least.  She couldn't imagine
herself or any of the proper women she knew ever doing some of the things she
saw depicted in those magazines.  At least not until she overheard three of the
younger women at the community center discussing one of those very acts,
albeit in hushed tones.  A conversation they quickly ended when one of them
realized that she could hear them.

      While she had never done any of the things she read about, Lynn had
wondered if she might enjoy them if ever she had someone to do them with. Or
would that mythical person that she would take as a lover think her perverse for
even thinking about them?

      "Enough of this,"  Lynn said to herself as she looked at the clock on the wall,
"dwelling on what I don't have isn't going to do me any good."

      It was almost time for bed and it was her practice to take a shower before
retiring.  Turning off the television, she poured out the last of her wine into the
sink, taking care to rinse the glass and put in on the rack to dry. Afterwards Lynn
decided to call it a night.

      Stripping off the oversized t-shirt she had changed into after dinner when
she'd sat down to watch television, Lynn walked naked into the bathroom.  Even
though she planned to brush her teeth and take care of other personal needs
first, she reached past the light blue curtain and turned on the water.  It would
take a few minutes to reach a level above lukewarm.  Sometimes being your own
landlord was really frustrating.  She knew the building needed a new water
heater, but the money for one always seemed to be needed for something else.

      Looking again at the face in the mirror as she brushed her teeth, or more
accurately at the view between neck and waist,  Lynn idly wondered what Patrick
had thought of her breasts.  They were pretty small she knew, and didn't
everyone say that most Americans like large breasts?  At least all those women
in the magazines her husband had hoarded were well endowed.  Surely some of
them liked petite women like herself.

      Realizing that she was again wandering into an area of thought of which no
good could come of, Lynn cut short her brushing and turned to step into the
shower without letting it warm all the way up.  A cold shower might be exactly
what she needed to put that foolishness to rest.

      The water was indeed cooler than was desirable and for a minute or two it
had the intended effect.  But eventually the old water heater did its job and it
wasn't only the water than began to warm up.

      Lynn had to admit, the increasingly hot water felt good against her skin.
Taking the bar of soap from the small tray screwed into the tiled wall, she began
to soap up her body.

      As she ran her soapy hand across her breasts, Lynn could feel her nipples
harden, making them so much more sensitive.  It had been quite a long time
since they felt a touch other than her own, but the memory of it always came
back at times like this.

      The image of when she had been a new bride and the center of her
husband's attention filled her thoughts, even as a wet hand glided down across
her stomach, finding its way to the lightly haired mound between her legs.  She
brushed against it, the tips of her fingers hitting the most sensitive of spots just
long enough to cause her to let out a soft sigh of satisfaction.  Then her hand,
joined by its twin, slid around to the cheeks of her ass to embrace the rounded
flesh there.  The path of both marked by a thin trail of soapy bubbles.

      Again her hand moved to the front, moving upward along now excited flesh to
close around the roundness of her chest, eliciting yet another sigh, this one just a
bit louder.  A playful squeeze reminded her that it was no sin to please yourself
and she tossed aside any last caution.

      Rinsing her hands in the overhead spray, she brought both of them again
down between her legs, this time without hesitation.  Following a path that had
become all too familiar in the last few years, she parted the way with one
outstretched hand and slid a finger of the other inside herself.  It took no effort at
all to find the small clit now only partially hidden.  The cries that spilled from her
lips were loud enough to be heard beyond the bathroom, that is if there had been
anyone else out there to hear them.

      Closing her eyes as she rested her back against the tiles, Lynn slipped
several more fingers deep inside herself and began to masturbate.  There was a
part of her that wished it were something more, but another of her voices
admonished her to be thankful for what she had.  As a familiar, pleasing tingle
began to spread out across her body, it was hard to find fault with that sentiment.

      The tingle soon became a touch, then moved on to a tremble.  Finally it
became a tremor, one that only increased with each repetition, the frequency of
which also seemed to intensify with the passing of time.

      "Oh yes,"  Lynn heard herself say.  "That feels so nice."

      The water temperature had finally reached hot, a condition that also would
easily describe her body.  Fingers now a blur as they passed in and out of her,
her body quaked in response to the forces she had unleashed.

      "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!"  she again heard herself say as what had started
as a tiny flame exploded into a fireball, causing her body to erupt in orgasmic
fury.

      How long it lasted she wasn't sure, only that she soon again became aware
of the water running down her face, across her body and down her legs.  Legs
that at the moment felt very weak but satisfyingly so.

      Staying under the cleansing spray just long enough to wash away the results
of her pleasuring, a somewhat distressing thought came to mind.  That the image
of the only lover she had ever known had faded away sometime during the event
was a common occurrence, that hadn't daunted her in the least.  What had was
the fact that it had been replaced by someone quite familiar.  One that she spent
the better part of most days with.

      "I'm just being silly,"  she told herself as she finished drying herself off and,
after moving back into the main room, settled into the small bed.  "He's just a
boy."

      Then, just as she was about to close her eyes, another voice asserted itself,
reminding her that Patrick had celebrated his eighteenth birthday only two weeks
before.

                                -=-=-=-

      The next morning, soon after opening the store, Lynn got in her car and
drove across town.  When, months before, Philip had asked her to sit down and
work out a formal separation agreement between them, he had been greatly
surprised when she'd shown up with a lawyer.  The grocery store owner might
not have been highly educated, but no one could ever accuse her of being a fool.
The two of them negotiated a monthly stipend based on a percentage of the
restaurant's profits as the price of her agreement.  Philip hadn't been happy with
that turn of events, but he knew that if she went through with a divorce he could
lose a great deal more.

      One of the first things Lynn had done with the extra money was to expand
her own business, specifically hiring extra help to run the store on the weekends.
If nothing else, it gave her back enough free time to start having a life again.

      Knowing her husband's propensity to sometimes let bills pile up until he was
forced to pay them, she wasn't that surprised the first, or even the second time
her monthly check was late.  After hearing Philip's excuse that he simply forgot to
mail it, Lynn made a little change in the agreement.  From now on, she would
make it a point to stop by the restaurant and pick it up herself.  That would also
give her a chance to take a look at the books now and then, just to make sure
she was getting what she was supposed to.

      Not wanting her visits to be too disruptive, Lynn usually made them in the
mid-morning hours when the restaurant would be the least busy.  Usually the
only real activity before the lunch crowd began to come in was food deliveries
and such.

      Philip had yet to arrive when she got there so she let herself into his office
and opened his safe to get her check.  She'd always had the combination but
had never used it until things went bad between them.  There was no doubt that
the check would be there, he hadn't missed a month since she started picking it
up personally.  Looking at the amount, she saw that business was indeed good.
So good in fact that it might not be a bad idea to have her own accountant go
over the books again soon.  Not that she thought he was cheating her, but just to
let him know that she was paying attention should that thought occur.

      After spending less than ten minutes in the office, Lynn came out to the
dining area and asked one of the waitresses to get her a cup of tea.  She didn't
recognize the new girl but the fact that she had been in the boss' office was
enough for her to be treated with deference.  There were few workers and even
fewer customers there at the moment so she had plenty of privacy to drink her
tea while she browsed through the morning paper.  By the time she was finished,
the sound of a familiar voice from the entranceway told her that Philip had finally
arrived.

      It wasn't necessary for her to announce herself; she knew the girl at the
counter would've told him that she was here the minute he came in.  Sure
enough, less than a minute later he was sitting on the opposite side of the booth.
The matter she wanted to discuss with him, one relating to the needs of one of
their sons, took only a little longer.  The welfare of their children was one area
where they were always civil with each other and while he might complain about
money on just about anything else, he never worried about the cost of his son's
education.  A few polite inquiries followed about each other's health and then
Lynn said her goodbyes.

      As she was leaving, she paused at the front counter to say goodbye to the
woman there.  As much a fixture at the restaurant as the long row of booths, Su-
ching had been there almost from the beginning.  While they spoke, Lynn noticed
that someone was watching her from the bar.  Not recognizing her, she asked
her old friend who the girl was.  The awkward silence she got in return told her all
she needed to know.

      "So that's her,"  Lynn thought as she turned and took a long, hard look at the
girl standing only twenty feet away.

      That she would be young was something that Lynn expected, but the reality
still took her by surprise.  Despite her husband now being in his early fifties, his
taste in women hadn't changed.  The girl couldn't have been older than she had
been the first time he had taken her to his bed.

      About the same height as Lynn, the girl had long black hair that stretched half
way down her back.  She had a very pretty face, but that was also as much a
given as the well-developed shape of her body.  Even from across the room it
was obvious that the girl had a bust that could attract the attention of any man.

      "Enjoy yourself while it lasts,"  Lynn thought as she passed the girl on her
way out, giving her enough of a knowing smile to leave no doubt that she knew
exactly who she was .  "If experience is any teacher,  he'll eventually grow tired
of you and look elsewhere for his comforts."

      As the door closed behind her and she walked to her car,  Lynn wondered if
that was another reason why Philip preferred a separation to a divorce.  The
former allowed him an excuse not to make any other relationship more
permanent and so allow it to be more easily ended.

                                -=-=-=-

      After leaving the restaurant, Lynn made a quick stop at the bank to deposit
the check before heading back to the store.  As she made her way through the
late morning traffic, Lynn found herself unable to get the image of Philip's girl out
of her mind.  She knew that she had hardly been the first one to take her place in
his bed, but somehow having a face to go with the knowledge made it seem so
much more real.

      Lynn found herself wondering if that girl, she hadn't thought to ask Su-ching
her name, did those things for Philip that she used to see and read about in the
magazines her husband used to hide.  Things she had never done herself but
might very well have been willing to try if she had been asked.

      Unbidden images of the two of them together came to her; visions of what
Philip had looked like when they were first married and how she imagined his
new lover might look without her clothes.  The mental imagery produced a damp
feeling between her legs and a fluttering beneath her chest.  Inexplicably, she felt
quite warm, despite the unseasonably cool breeze that had been blowing all
morning.  By the time she pulled the car into a parking spot in front of the
grocery, she knew she needed some physical relief or she'd never make it
through the rest of the day.

      Entering the grocery store, she barely acknowledged Patrick as she sped
past him and went straight to her office.  Patrick thought that strange as she was
usually so friendly all the time.  Perhaps, he thought, she'd had a disagreement
with her husband when she went to see him.  It had happened before and that
was the only time he could ever remember seeing her upset.

      Five minutes passed, then ten, and Lynn failed to reappear from behind the
closed door.  Eventually Patrick began to become concerned and, after telling
Sally Young, the college student girl Lynn had hired a few weeks before, to
watch the counter, he cautiously approached the office.  Listening at the door, he
could hear some sort of activity going on behind it but wasn't sure what to make
of the sounds.  It was only when he heard what he was sure had been his name
that he gently rapped his knuckles on the wooden door.

      No response came, unless he wanted to count what he was sure was a
moan of sorts.  Fearful that she might have been hurt in some way, he tried the
doorknob and finding it unlocked, slowly opened the door.

      It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to the dimness; the only
illumination in the windowless room was coming from the desk lamp.  It was
immediately obvious that Lynn wasn't at her desk as that chair was empty.
Opening the door all the way, his line of sight moved to the small sofa he knew to
be set up against the far wall.

      "Oh shit!"  Patrick exclaimed as a single glance told him he had made an
incredibly wrong assumption.

      Sitting on the couch, her clothing in a state of partial disarray, sat Lynn.  From
the location of her hands, one beneath her blouse and the other buried deep
between her legs, there was no doubt as to what she had been doing.  Suddenly
the sounds he had been perplexed by made perfect sense.

      "Oh God,"  Patrick said, his face bright red with embarrassment,  "Mrs. C, I
had no idea,  I never imagined..."

      Hearing his voice, Lynn finally looked up and realized that she was no longer
alone.  Her own exclamation was in her native Cantonese and Patrick had no
idea what she was saying, only that she seemed as upset by what had happened
as he was.  Having no idea what else to do, he began to quickly retrace his steps
and head back out into the store.  He got as far as the doorframe when Lynn
called out for him to wait, this time her words in English.

      Turning around, Patrick saw that she had used the brief time his back had
been turned to compose herself as best she could.  She was still closing the
buttons on her blouse as she repeated her request that he come back.  Thinking
that the best thing at the moment was to listen to her, he did.

      "Mrs. C, I'm sorry,"  Patrick quickly began saying,  "I had no idea that you
were..."

      "I'm the one who should be apologizing, Patrick,"  she cut him off just as
quickly.  "There's a time and place for everything, and this was neither."

      "I never would've come in here unasked,"  Patrick went on, still intent on
explaining his actions,  "but I thought you might've fallen or something, and I
thought I heard you call my name."

      "I called your name?"  Lynn said, asking herself the question more than him.

      Then it hit her, she had.  As she began to lose herself in the joy of self-
pleasure, the image in her mind was no longer that of Philip and his lover.
Without her realizing it, it had again been replaced by that of the young man
standing there before her.

      "You must think me quite wicked,"  Lynn said.

      "Why would I think that?"  he asked,  a smile again filling his face.

      "Because respectable women don't ...,"  she said, pausing as she sought the
words.  "Because they don't do what you saw me doing in the middle of the work
day."

      "I think you might be surprised by what respectable women do,"  he said, his
tone trying to be reassuring,  "at any hour of the day and in any number of
places."

      Lynn looked at him, unsure if that could ever be true.  She desperately
wanted it to be so, if only so that he might not think her perverse.

      "I thought you might've had a fight with your husband again,"  Patrick said,
continuing to explain why he had intruded on her privacy.

      "No, not this time,"  she said, and then found herself relating her encounter
with the girl who now occupied her bed in the house she once called home.

      "I could see how that would be upsetting,"  Patrick responded after she
finished her story.

      "I'm glad you understand,"  Lynn said.  "I couldn't bear it if you thought any
less of me."

      "I could never think less of you,"  Patrick smiled.  "I think you're the best
friend I've ever had."

      Hearing those words, Lynn felt a soothing wave of relief wash over her.  She
felt so relaxed that she said something that up until that moment, was a thought
she never imagined putting words too.

      "It's a pity I'm not twenty years younger,"  she said.

      As soon as she said it, embarrassment returned to her face.  Patrick,
however, didn't find the remark the least bit embarrassing.

      "I wish I were twenty years older,"  he replied.

      "Life is too short to want to be older too soon,"  Lynn said, thinking that aside
from her sons, she didn't have much to show for the last half of her life.

      "Then let's say ten years for each of us,"  Patrick grinned, "that way we
could've met in the middle."

      Lynn opened her mouth to say something else, but then thought better of it.
What was already an awkward situation could easily become even more so.
Perhaps it was better to simply ignore what was just said and leave it at that.
Patrick had a similar thought and pointed out he should get back out front before
Sally wondered what happened to him.

                                -=-=-=-

      Lynn spent another hour in the office, catching up on some paperwork before
deciding to call it a day.  After all, that was the idea of hiring more help so that
she didn't spent every day working.  She stepped out into the store and was
surprised not to find Patrick anywhere in sight.

      "He went out to deliver an order to Mrs. Walsh about ten minutes ago,"  Sally
said when asked where he was.

      Anna Walsh had been a steady customer since her uncle had first opened
the store.  Now in her eighties and pretty much homebound, she would call in her
order and Patrick or one of the others would deliver it as time allowed.

      Even though it was only about ten minutes to her apartment, Lynn knew it
would be at least a half hour or more before Patrick got back.  He would insist on
putting the groceries away for the elderly woman and she would in turn insist that
he sit down and have a cup of tea.

      "I'm leaving for the day,"  she told Sally,  "but I'll be up in the apartment for a
few hours.  Just call me if there are any problems."

      Sally said that she would and Lynn wished her a good afternoon.

      True to Lynn's expectation, Patrick returned thirty-five minutes later.  He was
surprised that Lynn had left of her own accord.  Usually, he had to chase her out
of there on a weekend.

      The rest of the day went by quickly and at ten after six, Patrick closed up the
store for the day.  After setting the alarm, he noticed a letter sitting on the ground
near the now empty display racks.  Picking it up, he noticed that it was
addressed to a Chen Mei-lin and that the return address was the Republic of
China.  Evidently the mailman must've dropped it when making the afternoon
delivery.  Thinking it might be important, he decided to walk upstairs and hand
deliver it.

      There was no response to the bell and Lynn had never bothered with a
mailbox since it was always delivered downstairs.  He tried the bell one more
time and then tried to slide it under the door but the envelope was too thick.
Finally, the only thing he could think to do with it was put it inside the apartment.

      Several months before, Lynn had started inviting him to dinner about every
other week.  They were occasions he looked forward to since it exposed him to
the sort of Chinese cuisine that most American never got to sample.  Most times
he had no idea what it was that he was eating, but without exception, every thing
he had tried had been delicious.  On one occasion, when Lynn had been out and
he'd been left waiting in the rain, she had given him a key to the apartment for
emergencies.

      While this hardly constituted an emergency, he decided that it did justify the
use of his key.  Once he was inside, he again called out her name just to make
sure she wasn't home.  Again the only answer was silence.

      Dropping the letter on the small table by the door where he was sure she
would see it when she got in, Patrick noticed that the living room window was
wide open.  It had started to drizzle a little when he'd closed the store, with the
promise of a heavier rain later.  Walking over to close the window before he left,
he was started by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

      A moment later, out stepped Lynn, a small towel wrapped around her head
and a larger one wrapped around her body.  She seemed to be having some
trouble with the latter and didn't notice Patrick standing there until she was
almost on top of him.

      "Patrick, what are you doing here?"  she said, the surprise in her voice clearly
evident.

      Horrified that he had intruded on her privacy twice in one day,  Patrick quickly
explained about the letter.  Lynn's eyes turned in the direction of the door,
spotting the oversized envelope, quickly covering the few feet to the table.

      "Oh that's just some magazine articles that my family back in Kaohsiung
send me every month,"  she said as she recognized the distinctive blue package,
"but it was nice of you to go to all the trouble of bringing it up for me."

      Patrick opened his mouth to say it was nothing and that he should be going.
Those words never came as the towel that Lynn had been having problems with
chose that moment to become undone.

      "Holy shit!"  Patrick exclaimed, his eyes opening wide as they followed the
motion of the towel as it fell to the floor, then moved back to Lynn's body and the
parts that had just been uncovered.

      After his reflexive outburst, Patrick found himself stunned into silence.  Not so
much by the fact that this was the third time in less than two days that something
like this had happened, although that had to be the second most thing on his
mind, but by the fact that this time Lynn was making no effort to cover herself.
Nor, he finally realized, was he attempting to excuse himself or even look away.
It was as if both finally understood, however unconsciously, that when reality and
dreams keep colliding, there comes a time when you just have to give in to fate.

                                -=-=-=-

      For a woman her age, Patrick thought Lynn had a very nice body.  She was
small, but almost perfectly proportioned with soft rounded breasts, a slim waist
and smooth bare legs.  In fact, most of her body was devoid of hair, the
exception being a small tuft of hair just above her sex.  During the months he had
worked for her, he'd found himself staring at her when he was sure she wasn't
looking and wondering what she might look like beneath her clothes.  Never in
his most fevered fantasies could he ever have imagined that he'd find out for
real.

      When he'd walked in on her this afternoon, Patrick had been so embarrassed
that it wasn't until he went back out into the store that he'd realized that the
incident had left him with a first class hard on.  One that proved so persistent that
he had to change places with Sally behind the counter, so as to hide it from any
customers.   Sally, who had a steady boyfriend and was no stranger to male
erections, jokingly suggested that he might take a break and do something about
it.  With the only bathroom back in Lynn's office, that wasn't an option in his
predicament.

      If it had been, it would've hardly have been the first time he'd masturbated
with the image of the older Asian woman in his mind.  Almost from his first day,
Patrick had been taken by her quiet beauty, although he was careful not to give
any inkling of it in public.

      It was the kind of thing one might expect of a young man who had never
been with a girl before, but that was hardly the case with Patrick.  His virginity
had gone by the wayside a few weeks after his sixteenth birthday, lost to a
woman nearly twice his age.  Her name had been Caroline Miller and she had
been a friend of his older brother.  On later reflection, Patrick suspected that the
encounter had been orchestrated by him as a belated birthday gift.  Yet,
whatever motivation Caroline might have originally had, she had also been
pleased enough to have invited him back to her bed three times that summer.  If
events hadn't led to his moving to his grandmother's, who knew how long his
tutelage might have lasted.  Since then, there had been two girls in school,
Donna Green and Veronica Stewart, with whom he'd achieved intimacy.  In
Veronica's case, they had gone all the way twice.

      "Patrick,"  Lynn said as she retraced her steps back towards him, the sudden
sound of her voice bringing him back to the here and now.  "Do you think that I'm
pretty?"

      "What?"  Patrick replied, unable to move his eyes from the small pink nipples
that capped her breasts.

      "I asked if you think that I'm pretty."  she repeated.

      "I think that you're beautiful,"  he answered, his gaze barely wavering.

      "You don't think I'm too old?"  she went on, again closing the distance
between them by half.

      "I don't think that you're old at all,"  he said, his conscious mind finally
beginning to catch up.

      "Do you want to kiss me?"  Lynn asked, standing so close to him that he
could almost feel her naked form against him.

      Her body was still wet as, not waiting for an answer, she pressed it tightly
against him, arms wrapping around his neck as she pulled his mouth down to
hers.  It was only when he felt the softness of her lips that Patrick finally snapped
out of his momentary stupor and the realization that this was indeed happening
filled him.  Their lips met and he felt her tongue flutter against his, causing even
more of a reaction between his legs.  The softness of her mouth was matched by
that of her body as she pressed it against his rapidly growing hardness, against
which her hand now rested.

      From the books she had secretly read, Lynn knew that, on average,
Caucasian men were generally more endowed than Asian men.  Even so, she
had to gasp as her hand closed around Patrick's hard cock.  Pictures could
never really replace the real thing and it was only now that she realized that her
husband had been on the low end of average for his background while the young
man pressed against her fell in the upper half of it for his.

      "Oh God, Patrick you're so big,"  Lynn gasped between kisses, her hand
rubbing against his manhood.

      Patrick smiled in reaction.  He knew he was pretty average, at least in
comparison to other students he'd seen in school.  Still, hearing what she'd said
never made any guy feel anything but good.

      Filled with excitement, Lynn fumbled with his belt and managed to finally get
it undone.  His zipper and the top button quickly followed as her slender hand
worked its way down his pants.  Her fingers closed around his manhood and  an
even louder sigh spilled from her lips, only to be cut short by the press of
Patrick's mouth.

      As wonderful as his kisses were, Lynn's mind was elsewhere.  She kissed
him one more time as she pulled his shirt from the confines of his waist, then
slipped out of his embrace.  When he saw what she was doing, Patrick didn't
mind in the least as he watched her drop to her knees, taking down his pants
until they rested around his ankles.

      Both of her small hands closed around the bulge in his briefs, sliding up them
until her fingers closed around the waist band.  Then they followed the path of his
pants.

      Patrick had no idea what it was Lynn said in Cantonese as his cock popped
free, but he could tell from the tone of her voice it hadn't been an expression of
disappointment.  Especially since after running her fingers up and down its length
a few times, she moved her head forward and closed her mouth around its head.

      Patrick's reaction was both in English and quite loud as he felt the soft
wetness of her mouth close around his cock.  It would undoubtedly have been
even more intense if he had any idea that not only was his only the second cock
she had ever seen, it was the first she had ever taken in this way.  Despite Philip
Chen's obsession with the various sexual acts that had been depicted in his book
collection, none of them had ever been practiced with his wife.  In his mind, such
things might have been perfectly fine for the various women that illicitly shared
his bed, but not for the mother of his sons.

                                -=-=-=-

      Ever so slowly, Lynn kissed her way up and down the length of his cock, her
tongue caressing the soft flesh as she went.  Extended fingers pressed against
its base as she held it erect so she could concentrate her attention on the crown.
The tip of her tongue swirled around the underside, slipping up and over the top
as her mouth opened wide once more before closing around his width.

      "Oh yes!"  Patrick gasped in almost a whisper as his length disappeared into
her mouth.

      Back and forth her head moved, the softness of her lips massaging his
manhood.  She had no guide to instruct her in what she was doing, only the
memory of nights spent wondering what it might be like.  The best she could do,
she knew, was stay attuned to how Patrick reacted and adjust what she was
doing accordingly.

      Having been initiated into sex by a woman who knew exactly what she was
doing, Patrick realized afterwards that any girl his own age would be hard
pressed to measure up to the older woman's expertise.  Certainly Veronica
hadn't come close, despite her enthusiasm, and Donna had actually been bad at
it.  Lynn, he quickly decided, fell somewhere between the latter two, despite her
having been both older than the high school girls and married.  He had no way of
knowing of course that even Donna, Lynn's junior by decades had much greater
sexual experience.

      Running her tongue again down the length of his manhood, Lynn continued
this time down to his balls, taking them one at a time into her mouth and sucking
on them gently while her fingers continued to manipulate his hardness.
Wrapping them around the bottom of his shaft, she began to pump up and down
while her mouth worked its way back to the top until she could take him inside
once more.

      Again engulfed in her wetness, Patrick began to feel his resistance beginning
to wane, the result of Lynn's efforts, coupled with the realization of an often
considered fantasy and the simple horniness that any young man his age always
felt.  In all, it only took a dozen more strokes before he felt himself exploding,
thinking too late that perhaps he should've tried to pull out of her mouth before
doing so.  If he'd learned nothing else from Donna, it was that not all girls
enjoyed the taste of a man, a fact that she had vehemently expressed after he
failed to warn her beforehand.

      The unexpected eruption in her mouth took Lynn by surprise, but only caused
her to pause for the briefest of moments.  Remembering what she had once
read, she swallowed as fast as she could, opening her mouth at the same time to
allow any excess to spill out.  Determined not to be deterred in the least, she
continued to take him as far down her throat as she could.  Only when she began
to feel him soften did she release the hold she had on him.


      "Was that good?"  she asked, looking up at him with concern on her face, the
lower half of which was covered with white droplets.

      "Better than good,"  Patrick smiled back at her, his words changing her
expression to one of satisfaction.  "Actually it was pretty damn fantastic!"

      Lynn eagerly jumped to her feet and kissed Patrick with such force that he
could taste the aftermath of his climax as her tongue pressed far into his mouth.
Thankfully, it wasn't the first time that had happened, Caroline had seen to that,
and he wasn't freaked out by it as he knew some of his friends might have been.
He returned her kiss with equal fervor, holding her body tight against his own.

      "You don't think me wicked?"  Lynn asked him, a tinge of conscience
reasserting itself.

      "Wicked can be sometimes be a very good thing,"  Patrick grinned, "or so I've
been told."

                                -=-=-=-

      A smile back on her face, Lynn eagerly helped Patrick out of his clothes,
pushing open his shirt to run her fingers across his lightly haired chest before
pushing the blouse off his shoulders and down his arm.  His pants only took a
moment more, wrapped around his ankles as they were.  Shoes and socks
proved to be more of a hindrance as he tried to remove them while on one leg,
but only a minor one.

      With both of them now equally naked, Lynn took Patrick by the hand and led
him to the far side of the room where rested the small single bed her uncle had
left her.  She kept meaning to buy a larger, more comfortable one, but kept
putting it off.  Hardly built for two, a second person would practically have to be
on top of the first to fit, a situation which was hardly going to be a problem right
now.

      Sitting down next to Lynn on the side of the bed, Patrick began to kiss her
again, starting at her lips but quickly moving down to her neck.  His hands slid
across her waist, then to the underside of her breasts, cupping them in his open
palms.

      A lot of the guys Patrick knew preferred girls with big breasts.  His brother
was one of them if Caroline was any example.  She had to have been at least
two cup sizes larger than Lynn.  Patrick, however, had discovered quite early on
that his own taste ran in quite the opposite direction.  He loved the look, and feel
as was now the case, of a bust just large enough to hold in his hand. After all, he
reasoned, anything more than a handful, or more excitingly, a mouthful, was
wasted anyway.  A conclusion he quickly put to the test as, after playing with her
pert nipples for a few minutes, he replaced eager fingers with an even more
willing mouth.

      Lynn let out a loud gasp as she felt his lips close around her nipple, his
tongue caressing first the tip, then the equally sensitive flesh around it.  Patrick
continued to play with her other mound, his fingers giving it equal play until he
reversed his attentions and moved his mouth to the other side.

      He moved back and forth between the two rounded globes, kissing and
licking his way over both them and the small valley between.  His free hand
made its way down between her legs, slipping inside to brush against the
treasure beyond.

      Lynn moaned loudly at his touch, a cry that begged for him to repeat it.  An
appeal that Patrick was only too eager to comply with, moving even further the
second time as the tip of his fingers moved past her outer walls to the even
greater softness beyond.

      As she had earlier, Lynn fell back on her native tongue to express her delight
at how wonderful Patrick's penetration felt.  The tone of her voice easily reflected
her enjoyment as the tiny spark that began between her legs quickly spread out
across the rest of her body.

      Her moans continued as Patrick moved his fingers deep inside her, his
repeated passage made all the easier by her abundant wetness.  The faster he
moved, the louder her encouragements.  The waves of delight washing over her
also increased in intensity, bringing to the older woman a familiar feeling of
satisfaction, made even more so this time by the fact that it was the result of a
hand not her own.

      Watching her reaction, Patrick knew that it wouldn't take much more to bring
her to climax with just his hand, an outcome that would be more the result of long
absence than any great skill on his part.  Party because of the latter, he resolved
to make it as memorable as he could.

      Lynn was momentarily confused when she felt Patrick withdraw his hand
from inside her.  Surely he wasn't growing tired already, she thought.  That worry
quickly faded as, sliding off the edge of the bed and repositioning her own body,
he quickly made his intention clear.  One which brought an even greater look of
anticipation to her face.

      Of all the things she had overheard whispered references to among the
younger women at the community center, none had generated greater interest
among both them and herself than of cunnilingus.  Only a few of their husbands,
Lynn concluded from her eavesdropping were willing to perform the act.  It was
beyond her imagination that Philip would ever consent.

      If the touch of Patrick's hand had stroked burning embers into a steady
flame, the brush of his tongue once he had brought his head down between her
legs was enough for that flame to explode into a bonfire.  Little in her experience
had prepared Lynn for the wondrous sensations that now rocked her small body.
Sensations that only seemed to grow with each new touch as his tongue darted
deep inside her, exploring points of pleasure she never knew existed.  Then,
when he shifted his focus to the tiny nub at the top of her sex, it was all she could
do not to scream with joy.

      Joy quickly seemed to become such an inadequate word, but there didn't
seem to be an acceptable substitute in either of her languages.  Breaths
becoming shorter and a heart that raced at an equal pace left her little time to
consider the dilemma. Patrick could feel the changes in her, a smile forming on
his face even as he redoubled his efforts to bring her the maximum pleasure he
could.  It was a task that took little time to achieve.

      In what was becoming a pattern, Lynn heralded her orgasm with an ear
shattering cry in Cantonese.  One that barely registered on Patrick as he threw
everything he had into one final effort.  Arms wrapped tightly around her legs, his
face pressed hard against her sex, the teenager was rewarded for his diligence
with an abundance of ambrosia.

                                -=-=-=-

      This time it was Patrick whose face was splattered with the aftereffect of
orgasm as he lifted himself from between Lynn's legs and onto the bed.  There
was only enough space for him to sit on the edge, but since it gave him a
vantage point to just look down on her it was more than sufficient.

      Lynn was stretched sideways across the bed, her legs dangling over the side
and her eyes tightly closed.  His eyes moved from the smile still on her face to
the bright sheen of sweat that covered her body, down to the small patch
between her legs which seemed to be the wettest of all.

      "Good?"  Patrick grinned when Lynn finally opened her eyes, his voice trying
to mimic the tone of her own question earlier.

      "Not bad,"  she laughed in her accented English.  "Could've been better."

      "Really?"  Patrick replied in mock seriousness.  "Well, I guess I'm just going
to have to try harder then."

      For a second, Lynn thought Patrick believed she was being serious, but then
realized that he was just playing as he leaned down and kissed her.  His kisses
dropped down the valley between her breasts, then right and left as he again
worshiped the roundness beneath him.

      Lynn reached out with her hand and ran it up along Patrick's leg, stopping
only when her fingers closed around his resurgent manhood.  She stroked it a
few time, then tugged on it just hard enough to encourage her young lover to join
her totally on the bed.  It took a little realignment of their bodies, but Lynn was
soon stretched out on the length of the small bed, her legs bent and spread
outward towards each side.  Patrick knelt in the small space between them her
position provided, his hardness resting only a hand's length from her own sex.

      With a firm hand on his cock to keep it steady, Patrick brought the head of it
up against the center of her wetness.  Gently he pressed it up and down her
length a few times, covering it with the slick residue of her orgasm.  Just as
gently, he pressed forward with it, parting the folds of her sex as it passed
between them.

      Glancing down at his hardness in the moment before he penetrated her,
Lynn felt a momentary sense of trepidation.  While the size of his manhood might
not have been true to her first sight of it, it was still larger than the only one to
have ever preceded it.  It turned out to have been an unneeded worry as it
slipped effortlessly inside of her, burying itself deep within her as the slippery
walls of her pussy closed around it.

      Their  eyes met for a moment and a silent acknowledgement passed
between them.  Patrick drew himself back, then pushed forward into her a
second time, then a third and fourth, each time being a little more forceful and
quicker than the last.  In the space of a few dozen heartbeats, he was thrusting
as hard as was comfortably possible, with her own body now pressing back to
meet him.

      "Oh yes, oh yes,"  Lynn repeated over and over as she felt his hardness
again and again.

      As before, a blanket of warmth began to spread across her, accented by
reverberating waves of delight.  It was a bliss that had been much too long from
her life, one that she hadn't realized how much she missed until now.  More so,
the even, steady pace that characterized Patrick's endeavor was so unlike the
quick, frantic lunges that in the end had been Philip's norm, as if their joining had
become something to be rushed to completion, even if only one of them usually
finishing the race.

      Patrick, by this time, had taken hold of Lynn's ankles and lifted them up and
over his shoulders, allowing him to penetrate her even deeper.  Streams of sweat
ran down his back as the pleasant sensations he was producing in the woman
beneath him were duplicated in his own body.  He would've been quite happy to
continue this way for as long as she liked, or as long as his strength made
possible.  Lynn, it turned out, had other plans.

      Reluctant as she was to have him pull out of her, she whispered into his ear
to do just that.  Following her instructions, Patrick climbed not only off of her, but
off the small bed entirely, allowing her to get up as well.  Then he took her place
on the bed after which she climbed back on top of him, her body facing his.
Squatting over his midsection, Lynn reached down and took hold of his cock,
pleased to find it had lost none of its hardness.

      Slowly she lowered herself until his cockhead was again poised at the
entrance to her pussy. After taking a long, anticipatory breath, she dropped down
and filled her sex with his full length.

      "Oh yes,"  she gasped, a sentiment echoed by Patrick as again he felt the
pleasing pressure of her wet flesh wrapped around his cock.

      Eyes closed, a smile on her face,  Lynn lifted herself half way up his length,
then reversed herself.  Then she did it again, this time climbing a little higher and
dropping down a little faster.  Finally, the third time, she let his cock slide out
almost all the way before again taking him deep inside.  Satisfied how far she
could go without losing her hold on him, Lynn began to move at an ever
increasing pace, the waves of pleasure coursing through both their bodies
growing stronger in tandem.

      Patrick looked up at the wonderment on Lynn's face, constantly shifting
between her look of joy and the small bouncing breasts below.  Her hands now
rested on his chest, centering herself and allowing her to ride his cock even
faster.  He moved his own hand to the sides of her legs, applying just enough
pressure to help keep her steady.

      When she was Patrick's age, Lynn had been taught that sex was something
to be endured, at least for a woman.  The only advice her mother had ever given
her was to just lay there and let her new husband have his way.  That she might
expect to enjoy it hadn't been a consideration.

      In the years since, she had learned that, even in the missionary position only
routine that had been her life with Philip, sex could indeed be a pleasant thing.
That she only achieved orgasm by her own hand was just how it was.

      Now, after so many years, she abruptly discovered that wasn't how it was
supposed to be.  Try as she might, she couldn't find the word in either of her
languages to describe what she now felt.  Being the one on top, and there was
no doubt that she was the one in charge, filled her with a rush unlike anything
she had experienced before.  For the first time, she was fucking a man, and not
the other way around.

      The moans that filled the air, a mixture of both hers and Patrick's were the
most beautiful music she had ever heard.  Sounds that amplified the thrilling
surges that raced through her body as she rushed down the road to orgasm.  A
road that she knew she wouldn't come up short on this time.

      Eager as she was to reach that goal, she also wanted to try as many
positions as she could before she did.  Again they changed places on the small
bed, having had to both get up to do so, so that they were now in a spoon like
position.  Lifting one of her legs high, Patrick effortless slipped his cock  back into
her and picked up where Lynn had left off.

      Not that long later, Lynn again wanted to try something else and Patrick was
more than happy to indulge her.  This time she was again on top, but now facing
away from him.  His hands closed around her breasts, alternating between gentle
massage and squeezing them hard.  Lynn leaned back, her arms stretched out
to each side of the young man beneath her, palms flat against the mattress.  This
time Patrick controlled the pace, slamming his hardness into her over and over.
The delights they had been sharing again doubled.

      Finally, both of them knew the end was near, but that didn't stop them from
again shifting their bodies one last time.  Lynn now rested face down, her head
lying against the soft pillow as she lifted the rear of her body up to face Patrick,
who now knelt behind her, his cock once more buried deep as he held onto her
thighs with his hands.

      Hard as he could, Patrick thrust his cock into her pussy, every nerve in their
bodies on fire with passion.  Words had long before escaped them, but the
grunts and groans that slipped from their quaking, sweaty forms more then
sufficed.  Then, all at once, the dam gave way for both of them almost
simultaneously.

      "Mrs. C, Oh God, Mrs. C,"  Lynn heard Patrick cry out a moment before the
fires overtook them,  "Lynn!!!"

      A small involuntary smile formed at the corner of her mouth, even as she
surrendered to passion.  He had finally used her first name.

      Never, in her life, had Lynn ever felt anything like the conflagration that
exploded across her body.  The small bursts of joy that she had brought on
herself over the years were but pale shadows of what now filled her.
Desperately, she sought to savor every moment, fearful that it might never be
repeated.  Yet, at the same time, certain that it would now that she now knew
what it was like.

      Time, which seemed to have stood still, eventually returned and Patrick
collapsed on top of Lynn as both fell exhausted against the thin mattress.
Neither had the strength to speak for a while, but the smiles on both their faces
were enough to know what they had shared just now had been more than either
of them expected.

                                -=-=-=-

      By the time Monday morning rolled around, Sunday having passed in a blur
of sexual passion, Lynn and Patrick had tried just about every sexual position
each had ever heard of, as well as a few they made up as they went.  The old
bed that had served her uncle faithfully over the years finally failed the task, its
sideboard giving way after a particularly enthusiastic session sometime early
Sunday morning.  Clearing away the wreckage, they had simply moved the
mattress onto the floor and made do.

      Patrick finally went home, to which he had called late Saturday night to say
he was spending the weekend with a friend, which was the truth after a fashion.
It wouldn't do, he thought, to show up for work in the same pants and shirt he
had been wearing when he came in at the beginning of the weekend.  Since
neither of them had been clothed in the thirty odd hours in-between, that outfit
was still good enough to at least wear for another hour.

      When Patrick showed up back at the store, only a few minutes later than was
his norm, he wasn't surprised to discover that Lynn had already been there and
gone, leaving the store in Sally's hands.  She had told him as he was leaving that
she had a few urgent errands to take care of.

      One of those had only taken her a few blocks away, to Bernstein's Furniture,
whose owners found her waiting somewhat impatiently in front when they arrived
to open their own store for business.  She was in the market, she told them
before they'd even finished opening up the gates, in the market for a new full
sized bed and wanted to know how soon one could be delivered.

      A similar impatience was evident an hour and a half later when R.J. Wong,
who had arranged the separation agreement between Lynn and Philip, arrived at
his office.  Having changed her mind, Lynn now wanted to know how quickly she
could divorce the inconsiderate son of a bitch she had been married to for far too
long.  To her surprise, he said he had done all the necessary paperwork to start
the proceedings months before; all he had been waiting for was for her to come
to her senses and sign them.

      Her signature on the documents, Lynn declined R.J.'s offer of a late breakfast
and exited out onto the street where she had parked her car.  Taking a deep
breath, she felt better than she had in months.  With no need to rush back to
work, after all she was the boss, she decided to take the long way back and
enjoy a leisurely drive.

      Waiting for a traffic light to change, Lynn took a moment to watch the people
on the sidewalk as they passed her by, especially the men, both young and not
so young.  Somehow, she saw them in a different light this morning.  They
reminded her that there was no guarantee that her new relationship with Patrick
would be anything but transitory, for a good number of reasons that didn't need
repeating.  Still, while it lasted, she was determined to make the most of it.

      As the light turned back to green, Lynn was for some reason suddenly
reminded of a well known quotation that her father often used.  That a journey of
a thousand miles began with a single step.  On the journey that was her life, she
had certainly taken that first step in a new direction.

END

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