Hannah & Thomas John: Epulum

Appetizers: GGMC Morgantown

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Epulum Appetizers: GGMC Morgantown Companion Series

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 Contents

Title Page
Copyright
Thomas John “T.J.” Statler 1.
Hannah Schmucker 2.
T.J. 3.
Hannah 4.
5.
T.J. 6.
Hannah 7.
T.J. 8.
Hannah 9.
T.J. 10.
Hannah 11.
Follow Me:
 Thomas John “T.J.” Statler 1.
She’s…like an angel. I can’t take my eyes off her as she flits between
tables, sharing her smile with strangers who don’t deserve it. With filthy men
who stare at her small ripe tits and perky virginal ass…and I’m no better. I
know that. But no one will treasure her, protect her, love her as much as I do.
“You’re doing that creepy stalker thing again.” My partner, Officer
Myles Waggoner, my best friend, and the man I’m going to stab with my
fork.
“I’m not a creepy stalker.” I spit at him through gritted teeth, my eyes
glancing at him briefly before I go back to tracking…er…adoringly
monitoring the object of my uncreepy affection.
“You are watching her every move, snarling, and mumbling to yourself
about no one will love her better…might as well get your measurements for
your skin suit ready and call yourself Ed Gein.”
I point my fork at him and narrow my eyes, “You…”
He laughs when I can’t think of anything else to say, “…are right. I’m
right.”
“I hate you.”
“You don’t, but let’s not worry about that now. How long exactly are you
going to wait before you ask her out? It’s been like 6 months.”
“5 months, 23 days, and 2 hours.”
“You should have a theme song; I feel like nobody utilizes the effect of a
good theme song anymore. Strike fear into the hearts of young ex-Amish
women who work at diners while also having a catchy chorus and a sick
beat.”
“I’m requesting a partner transfer.”
“That’s cute.”
“How’s Stan?” I ask, knowing damn well he broke up with that asshole
last week.
“Deflect much?” Myles rolls his eyes and pretends to toss his short hair
over his shoulder. “He called last night. Wanted to know if I was still sure
about breaking up. Like after days away from his absurdly long toenails and
weird aversion to deodorant I’d suddenly change my mind and want him
click-clacking barefoot in my apartment smelling of old onions.”
 “I’m so happy I’m not gay.” He barks out a laugh and throws a home fry
at me, but I catch it in my mouth and smirk as I chew.
“Yeah, because dating women is so much easier. Although, at this point,
I’d say you are probably a born-again virgin.”
“She’s…”
Myles’ voice softens, all teasing gone, “I know. She is something
special.” I nod, my eyes drifting to her once again. “That’s why you should
ask her on a date. A double with Kallie and Mason, so she feels more
comfortable.”
“Huh.” I think over his suggestion, it certainly has merit. A group
setting, one that includes her boss/friend/adoptive mother is a good idea.
And I like Kallie and Mason. Over the months Myles and I been coming in
here, we’ve formed a friendship of our own with the couple.
“And here’s Mason now, you should ask him what he thinks.” Myles
rushes out before Mason arrives at our table. My partner looks up innocently,
batting his eyelashes, “Father.”
Mason huffs, his usual response, “Seriously, is anyone gonna tell me
why you keep calling me that?” He leans in closer and lowers his voice,
“And why you keep asking how I piss?”
Myles shrugs, his lips twitching as he fights a smile, “Standard police
questions.”
“You two are ridiculous.”
“Hey, I’m not part of this.” I hold up my hands and lean back as far as I
can in my chair.
“Anyway, how’s it going?” Mason crosses his arms and stands up to his
full height. He’s a couple inches taller than my 5’9”.
“It’s quite fortuitous that you should arrive and ask such a question.”
Myles begins ominously, “Our dear boy, T.J., wanted to ask you something
very important.” I pick my fork back up and twirl it between my fingers, my
stare threatening retribution. Myles isn’t fazed, he never is.
“Really?” Mason pulls out one of the two empty chairs at our table and
sits down. “What can I do for you?” This is why I like him and Kallie.
Always willing to help someone out. Hell, Kallie offered Hannah a room at
her house and a job the first time they met. A fact which I’m thankful for,
since it brought Hannah into my life.
“Myles suggested that perhaps Hannah would feel more comfortable
spending time with me on a double date with you and Kallie. We could get
to know one another without any pressure, and Hannah would feel like she
had support or backup or whatever.”
“Hmm.” Mason strokes his blonde beard, sitting back in thought. “That
just might work.” My shoulders relax until he says, “If.”
“If, what?”
“If you pass a simple test to prove your worthiness of our sweet girl,
Hannah.”
“Hit me.” I lean my arms on the table, eager to show him I’m her man.
“If you had to choose a sidekick, who would you choose: JarJar Binks,
Nute Gunray, or Vice Admiral Holdo?” Myles and I both laugh, nearly fall
off our chairs at the list of options Mason has given me. Some of the worst
characters in the Star Wars franchise. Amateur.
“Option D, none of the above, I’d rather go it alone than work with any
of them.”
Mason nods his head approvingly, “Last time you had sex with another
person?”
“Uh…” I look over his shoulder as I try to remember, “7 maybe 8
months ago.”
“You’re what, 22, 23?”
“I’m 23.”
“And you’re telling me you haven’t wet your dick in 8 months?”
“That is correct. Myles?” I look to my friend for the assist.
“As much as it pains me as a healthy male in the prime of his life, my
celibate friend is telling the truth. It had been a couple months before we
came into the diner the first time. He saw Hannah that day, and well, he’s
been pining after her ever since. I want to say its pathetic, but its actually
kind of sweet.”
“Aw, thanks, Myles.”
“And lame. It’s also lame.”
“Nice recovery.” Mason rolls his eyes at Myles, turning his focus back
on me. “Last question, what, if any, expectations do you have regarding your
time with Hannah?”
“Well, father,” Myles snickers while Mason sneers, “I’d like to get to
know her better, and give her the chance to get to know me. I have no
expectations, no timeline I want to adhere to. I just want the chance to be in
her life if she’ll let me.”
“And you know her background?”
 “Not completely, I know from conversations overheard that she was
raised in the Amish community, a few hours from here, and made the
difficult choice to leave.”
“Mason!” The three of us snap to attention at the sound of Kallie’s raised
voice. I have the strong urge to take out the trash or cook or clean a table.
Something useful that Kallie would approve of. I fight that urge, because I
am an adult and a police officer, but it’s a close thing. And judging by the
way Myles twitches in his seat, he feels the same.
“Are you the cook or are you a little old lady who likes to sit with her
girlfriends and gossip?”
“Can’t I be both?”
“Ugh. Why do I put up with you?” Kallie murmurs more to herself, but
Mason takes his life in his own hands and chooses to reply.
“Because you love me?”
“Sure, we’ll go with that.” She places her hand on Mason’s shoulder and
meets my eyes. “By the way, voices tend to carry in this place. Hannah and I
discussed it, and we’ve agreed to a double date, this Sunday after the diner
closes.”
While Myles loses his mind, I sit stunned for several seconds. They
heard? They talked about it? She agreed? “Wait, did she really agree or did
you strong arm her into it?”
“Does it matter?” Kallie levels me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
“I won’t date her against her will.”
“Oh, there’s will, T.J., I promise, and I just found you the way.”
 Hannah Schmucker 2.
Two days. Two more days and then I go on my first date. With a boy. No,
a man. An extremely handsome, kind, funny man. With short dark hair,
soulful eyes green like the grass in summer, and the most beautiful voice
I’ve ever heard. It calls to me just as the music on the car radio did all those
months ago.
And that is downright terrifying. My stomach feels like bird wings
flapping and my heart hammers in my chest, and my palms sweat.
I’ve come a long way over the last several months I’ve been working
here at Epulum and living with Kallie, the diner manager. She’s my best
friend, big sister, and a mom all rolled in one, and I love her. Mason too.
They both have helped me adjust to secular life, broadened my horizons, and
taught me so much.
Myles, Thomas John’s partner on the police force, is a homosexual. He’s
a funny man, respectful, and is obviously a loyal friend to Thomas John.
However, I was raised that homosexuality was a sin. Mason, Kallie, and the
girls at the diner had many talks with me on the subject and I sat through
hours of movies, tv shows, and online videos.
But it was a quote from Kallie’s favorite romance author, Cee
Bowerman, that I think helped the most. “You better worry about your own
sins because God’s not going to ask you about mine.” If homosexuality is a
sin, his sin does not affect my life in any way. Regardless of his sexual
preferences, he is not hurting anyone, and has proven himself to be a good
man. And if I’ve learned anything during my time in Morgantown, it’s the
actions of others that are a true testament to who they are at their core.
And if at night, when I’m lying in bed before I fall asleep, saying my
prayers, and one happens to be that I’m glad his sexual preferences do not
include Thomas John…then no one knows it but me and the Lord.
I still can’t fathom that in two days I’ll be going on a double date with
Thomas John. When Mason was interrogating him the other day in the diner,
Kallie and I couldn’t help but listen. It made my heart sing that Mason took
his role as the only male figure in my life so seriously that he would vet
potential suitors. However, it was Thomas John’s heartfelt response that he
just wanted a chance to be in my life that had my body thrumming like a
symphony.
I glance up at the doors to the diner when the bells ring. A large bouquet
of flowers obscures who is carrying them, but when they lower them to the
side, I see an older gentleman with a flower company logo on his button-
down shirt.
“Hello, welcome to Epulum, how may I help you?” I step out from
behind the counter and approach the hostess stand to greet him.
“I’m looking for Hannah Schmucker.” My eyes widen in shock, flitting
between the man and the gorgeous bouquet.
“I-I’m Hannah.” I stammer, wiping my sweaty hands on my apron.
“These are for you, dear.” He hands over the glass vase and then quickly
takes it back. “How about you tell me where to put them, they look like
they’ll knock you over.” I laugh as I lead him back to the counter and
indicate an empty spot near the end.
“Thank you, sir. They are exquisite.”
“You’re welcome, I don’t grow them, I just deliver them. But I’ll pass
along your praises.”
“Please do.” With a wave, he leaves the diner and I’m left staring at the
only flowers I’ve ever been given.
“Are you gonna read the card?” Remy asks from my side. Amongst the
lilies and white roses and baby’s breath, I hadn’t even noticed the white
envelope until she pointed it out. Removing it from the bouquet, I open it
and pull the card out.
“Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman. Looking forward to Sunday.
T.J.”
“How romantic!” Remy gushes, her hands perched under her chin as she
sways back and forth. I giggle at her reaction, only to hide my own
excitement.
“Kallie is taking me on Saturday to get a manicure, a pedicure, my
eyebrows waxed, and something called a Brazilian. Do you think he’ll like
that?” She chokes on a startled laugh, but I don’t understand what’s so funny.
“She didn’t explain what a Brazilian is?”
“No, I thought it was a spicy massage or face cream?” Why does that
make her laugh harder?
“It could end with a spicy face cream.” I think that’s what she says, but I
can’t be sure the way her voice rises, plus it doesn’t make any sense. Sensing
my discomfort, Remy sobers quickly, “Sorry, Hannah. I don’t think it means
what you think it means, but I’m gonna let Kallie explain it to you.” She
hugs me, trailing her fingers over the white flowers as she backs away, “I’m
so happy for you, Officer Statler is a nice man.”
“He is, isn’t he?” I turn back to the flowers, a new flock of birds taking
flight in my tummy. I haven’t seen him for a couple of days, and I didn’t
realize until just now how much I’ve missed him.
Sunday can’t come soon enough.
 T.J. 3.
I hate that feeling when time slows down. I know it’s a measured unit
and cannot be changed, but when you want something, when you’re excited,
it always seems to take forever. And when you finally get it, when all you
want to do is take your time and relish in whatever it is you’ve been waiting
for…time speeds up.
All week I’ve been waiting for today. My date with Hannah. It’s been a
stressful week. One of our fellow officers, Lawrence Fontaine, went missing.
And while Waggoner, I, and several others on the force were concerned and
asking what we could do to help, many others were reluctant to lift a fucking
finger. Fontaine’s new partner, Winston and Chief Ferrenton were
particularly squirrely. Captain Thomas is a decent guy, he at least appeared
to be making an effort to find our missing brother in blue.
Rumors have been running rampant that the Golem Guerillas MC is
responsible for his disappearance, but I don’t buy it for a second.
Dressed in jeans, a heather gray t-shirt that reads: “Surely, not everyone
was kung-fu fighting”, and tennis shoes, I grab my wallet, phone, keys, and
lock up behind me as I make my way to my car. It’s a beautiful summer day
in Morgantown, West Virginia and I’m about to pick up my girl for our
much anticipated first date. Life is good.
My phone rings a few minutes into my car ride, it’s Myles. “Yo.”
“They found him.”
I sit up in my seat, my eyes focused on the road, but my attention on
Myles. “We did?”
“No, GGMC found him and took him to Pittsburgh for medical
treatment.” I snort, thinking about all the hushed whispers of their guilt.
“So, they kidnapped him, then pretended to find him and took him for
help?”
“Yeah, right.” Myles guffaws and it makes my smile widen. “He’s in
rough shape, like comatose, may not make it. But he’s alive.”
“And Chief is probably shitting himself.”
“That would be my guess. I talked to Campbell briefly, texted her to see
if there was anything you and I could do to help in the search efforts. Said
they found him and took him to Pittsburgh because no one here can be
trusted. I don’t blame them at all.”
“5 days.” I shake my head, unable to fathom the kind of pain that man
has suffered in that amount of time. And I bet it was a slow ticking of the
clock for him.
“Yeah.” His voice is gruff, no doubt thinking the same as me. “Anyway,
I just wanted to tell you the good news. I know you’ve got your 7th grade
double date happening in a few.”
“Fuck you. What were you doing in the 7th grade?”
“Jerking off. Same as I do now. Nothing’s changed. Just the size of my
dick.”
“Goodbye.”
“Remember to hold the door and pull out her chair and pop a breath mint
before you kiss her on the cheek.” We disconnect on a laugh. I only laugh
harder when I realize that is exactly what my plan is for tonight.
Regardless of how she left the Amish community, regardless of how
much she’s embraced the secular world around her, I have no doubt there are
still some ideals that she holds close to her heart. She and I won’t be
engaging in a physical relationship until we’ve married. And while I’m
fucking ready to walk down the aisle right now, I know she needs time.
Fucking time.
I pull into Kallie and Hannah’s driveway and walk to the front door. I
ring the doorbell and wait. When the door opens, I reach for my side arm,
belatedly remembering I’m not on duty. The barrel of a gun points at me
through the screen door. When the trigger is depressed, I’m squirted in the
face with water while Mason laughs his ass off.
“I’m a police officer, you remember that, right?” He waves his hands in
understanding, not able to form coherent words yet. “If I’d been armed, I
would have shot you.”
“Totally worth the look on your face.” I shake my head, open the screen
door and push him out of the way. “They’re just about ready.” I nod. “We
missed you this week at the diner.”
“Really?” He shrugs.
“You’ve grown on me, you and your partner, like a foot fungus.”
“It’s no wonder Kallie snatched you right up.” I sigh, running my hand
over my short hair. “One of our officers was abducted earlier this week. I
just got word from Waggoner that they found him. Well, GGMC did, and
took him to Pittsburgh for treatment. It’s not looking good.”
“Oh shit, uh…” he snaps his fingers, “Fontaine, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Kallie said something about that when Jupiter and Mars checked in to
let her know they would be busy and to only reach out for emergencies.
She’ll be happy to hear he was found.” Turning away, he walks into the
kitchen and grabs his phone. “I’ll put in a reminder to cook up some comfort
food and send it to the clubhouse.”
“That’s nice of you man.”
“Should I send some to the station?”
“Fuck no. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them were involved with
his disappearance.”
“Oh.”
“Come stand by the steps and marvel at our glory.” Kallie calls out, and
the heavy topic of Fontaine is forgotten as Mason and I walk to the stairs to
do just that. Kallie looks pretty as usual, but my eyes are glued to Hannah.
Her blonde hair is loose and curled at the ends, hanging down to the small of
her back. Her whiskey eyes pop and I’m guessing they did something to
make that happen, and whatever it is I like it. She’s wearing a thick strapped
sleeveless light blue sundress that hangs to her knees, modestly cupping her
small breasts, and accentuating her slight frame. Her nails are painted a
similar blue to her dress, her toes match peeking out of white sandals.
I meet her at the bottom of the steps and hold my hand out for hers.
Looking her in the eyes, I tell her, “You look absolutely beautiful, Hannah.”
Her cheeks blush and she dips her chin at my words.
“Thank you, Thomas John.” I like how she says my full name, no one
else does. Not even my parents.
“Kallie, you look lovely as well.” I offer when I feel her eyes on me. She
waves off my compliment. “You both will need to bring a pair of socks with
you.”
“What? They won’t go with our outfits.” Kallie complains.
“Sorry, dems da rules.” I tease, leading Hannah to the front door.
“Where are we going?” Kallie asks.
“Where you are never too old to have fun.”
“T.J.,” Mason begins with a smirk, “I don’t think a sex club is the best
first date for Hannah.” Kallie smacks him so I don’t have to, and I give her a
chin lift of appreciation. Hannah giggles, allowing me to open the passenger
side door of my car and helping her in.
“We’re too old to sit in the back.” Mason bitches when I walk to the
driver’s side.
“Come on, gramps, we can neck in the back like teenagers while we’re
chauffeured around like the wealthy.”
“Ooh.” They hurry into the backseat, I start the car, and reverse out of
the driveway. We discuss their week at the diner, Hannah thanks me for the
flowers, and Kallie thanks me for activating her allergies. Hannah surprises
all of us by turning around in the car and telling Kallie to take an
antihistamine and zip it, the flowers stay.
I won’t lie to you, my cock jerks at her feistiness.
When we pull up to the arcade, Kallie and Mason cheer, while Hannah is
adorably confused. “They have video games, bowling, good food that’s bad
for you, and a jukebox.”
“I don’t know what any of that means, not exactly, but I’m excited
anyway.” Hannah exclaims when I help her out of the car.
I take a hold of her hand, looking down at her, “Is it ok if I hold your
hand?”
“Yes.” Her answer is soft and shy and sweet as hell. With an extra pep in
my step, I escort her into the building for a night of good old-fashioned fun.
 Hannah 4.
“And people find it fun to wear shoes others have worn before?” I ask,
perplexed by the notion that I have to put on these ugly shoes that someone
else, probably many someone else’s has perspired in, completely unaware of
their own personal hygiene.
“They’re sprayed with a disinfectant after each use.” Mason reassures
me. I’m not sure how reassured I actually am, though.
“Do they do that with the bowling balls? I have to stick my finger inside
the ball without any knowledge of what is inside it.”
“There’s nothing inside it, it’s empty, like a bowling ball.” Kallie tells
me, her voice slow and measured like she is speaking to a child. An
unintelligent child. After listening to the three of them enthusiastically
explain the game of bowling, I’m not sure I’m the one who can be
considered unintelligent.
“Is there a purpose? To this game, besides knocking down the pin
things?”
“To see who can knock down the most after ten turns.”
I look at Thomas John and smile, unable to help myself. It’s sweet he
wants to teach me, just like he did with skee-ball, whack-a-mole, pinball,
Pac-Man, and Donkey Kong. “Does this game parlay into a useful skill?”
He looks to Kallie and Mason, “Is bragging rights a useful skill?”
“Depends what you’re bragging about.” Mason thinks about it, stroking
his beard before raising his finger in the air. “Saying your good at checkers
doesn’t mean much, saying your good at hitting specific targets with a
scientifically calibrated spherical projectile is more impressive.”
I shake my head, a laughter bubbling up at Mason’s quirkiness. He is
unlike any male I have ever encountered. I enjoy my time with him
immensely. And in a completely different way than I enjoy my time with
Thomas John. Mason doesn’t give me the warm tingles in my lower belly or
causes my heart to skip a beat when he holds my hand or send my mind
racing in all manner of inappropriate directions when he smiles at me.
“How much of your resume is accurate and not just a long-winded
fabrication of your imagination?” Kallie wonders, staring at Mason with
concerned humor.
 He shrugs, picking up his ball and spinning it in his hands. “You’ve
never seen my resume, but I’d say about 73%.”
“That is a strangely specific number.” Thomas John muses, guiding me
to our seats while Mason stretches. Is there running involved? I thought we
just tossed the heavy ball down the alley at those white things. I do not enjoy
running.
“I’m a strangely specific guy.” Mason finally holds the ball in front of
him, pulls his arm back, strides forward, then hurtles it down the polished
hardwood floor. “6 pins.” He shakes his head morosely, stretches again and
turns his back on the ball. I blink in shock when exactly 6 pins are knocked
down.
“How did you…?” I ask.
Mason smiles at me, standing at the ball return, “I really like bowling,
but I’m not very good at it. I’m actually better at checkers.” I throw my head
back on a laugh, Kallie and Thomas John joining me. Mason’s ball rolls
down the rack, so he picks it up and goes through the same process again. “2
pins.”
“Can you do this with lottery tickets?” Kallie wraps her arms around his
middle, resting her head on his chest as he watches his ball knock down the
two pins on the left side.
“Nope. So, don’t be getting any ideas of me being your sugar daddy. You
are older than me, I should be the sugar baby. You can start by spoiling me
with a beer.” He pats her buttocks and plops down in the seat across from us.
“Are you having a good time, Hannah?” Thomas John leans down to
whisper in my ear. I nod, my eyes trained on my ugly ill-fitting shoes, my
cheeks heating from his closeness. “Me too. May I…may I hold your hand
again?” I place my hand palm up on my thigh and barely hold back a sigh of
contentment when he wraps his long fingers around me. His hand is perfect.
Just like our first date.
Over the course of our ten frames, I discover that Thomas John is quite
the bowler, Kallie is scarily competitive, Mason is, in fact, probably better at
checkers, he can’t be much worse, at any rate. And me, I’m not a natural, but
I hold my own. I still don’t understand the game, but it is fun. I guess that’s
the point, not everything has to have a purpose, a usefulness. Some things
just exist because why not?
Overall, the arcade is someplace I would like to come back to with
Thomas John…and only him. Not yet. In the future.
 On our drive back to Kallie’s house, I blush redder than a cherry tomato
at the sounds Mason and Kallie produce in the backseat of Thomas John’s
car. He just smiles goofily, holding my hand on the console, his thumb
tracing my knuckles. Every sweep of his rough digit has something powerful
shooting up my arm and down my spine, like lightning.
They thank Thomas John for driving and a great evening out when we
pull into the driveway. “Hannah picks next Sunday.” Mason throws out there
as they open their doors and get out.
The silence of the vehicle after their departure has those belly birds
flapping. I’m afraid to look at him, scared he would be able to see the sinful
thoughts that clog my mind, and yet I know I can’t leave his side until I’ve
seen his eyes one last time tonight.
“Would you like to go out again next Sunday?” He asks, his voice just
above a hoarse whisper. I nod, squeezing his hand. He lets out a long exhale
with a chuckle. “Good. That’s good. Me too. I think Mason is right, you
should choose what we do. I’ve introduced you to something in my world,
how about you educate us on something from yours?”
“Oh.” I gasp out, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. What would
we do? I don’t imagine they want to wash laundry by hand or churn butter or
milk a cow.
“If you want to…”
“No, I do. I just need to think on it and come up with something.” I
finally lift my chin and bring my gaze up to meet his. There he is. Slowly, he
raises his left hand and cups my cheek. I close my eyes involuntarily, leaning
into his touch.
“Hannah.” My name from his mouth…so much closer than he was just a
moment before. “May I kiss you?” I nod again, it appears to be the only
thing I’m capable of around him. I’ve never been kissed before. Everything
with him is brand new and so exciting. I feel him lean in and my lips part in
anticipation. Normally clean shaven, the slight prickle of his 5 o’clock
shadow takes me by surprise, especially when I feel his soft lips on my
cheek instead of my mouth. He pulls back after only a few seconds, harsh
breathing in my ear. “If I kiss your sweet lips, Hannah, I won’t be able to
stop. Tonight…this is the best date I’ve ever been on, and I hope it is the first
of many.”
“Thomas John.” His name is a grateful exhale as I pull back and regain
control of myself. There are many things about my Amish upbringing that I
have turned my back on, but the sanctity of my body is not one of them. I am
thankful beyond words that he understands that and recognizes my
boundaries…better than I do.
“I would like to call you and text you. May I do that?” I open my eyes
and smile as I pull out my phone and hand it over. He frowns, raising his
eyes in censure even as he opens my contacts and enters his information.
“Have Kallie or Mason show you how to lock your phone with a passcode or
fingerprint.”
“I will.” I drop my eyes, but not in embarrassment. A strange heat surges
through my lower belly and between my thighs at his protectiveness. He
opens his car door and exits, coming around to mine. With my hand in his,
he helps me from my seat and escorts me to the front door.
“Thank you, Hannah, for giving me a chance. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Up on my toes, I kiss his cheek chastely, stepping back, and rushing through
the front door before he has time to react.
“Hussy.” I spin around once I’ve closed and locked the front door to find
Mason standing in the kitchen doorway.
“What?” I can’t believe he would say that. “It was a peck on the cheek!
I’ve given you the same!” His head tips back and a loud booming laugh fills
the house.
“Yes, but you don’t want in my pants.” My jaw nearly hits the ground, I
can’t believe he would…just like…
“Have you no—”
“Probably not.” He cuts me off with a wave. Moving to stand in front of
me, he rests his hands on my shoulders and kisses my forehead. “You like
him?” I nod, unable to hide how I feel about him, even if I wanted to. “Then
everything your feeling is natural and good. You are not committing a sin,
you are not damning yourself to an eternity in hell, you are a young woman
in the beginning of like…or possibly love.”
“I believe love is a distinct possibility.” I confirm. “But…I’m not
ready…I still want to wait until marriage. Is that stupid?” He hugs me to
him, giving me the comfort, I no longer have from my father or brother, and
I cling to it, to him, like a lifeline.
“What did I tell you? Nothing you want, nothing you feel is wrong. If
T.J. is the right man for you, then it won’t feel like waiting.”
“Is that how you felt about Kallie?” I tease.
 “Hell no.” He pushes me away and walks toward the stairs. “I’m an
impatient man and that woman is too hard to resist. She’s lucky I didn’t
mount her in the kitchen of the diner.”
“I don’t believe you, Mason.”
He shrugs, halfway up the stairs, his eyes trained to where her bedroom
door is. “It didn’t feel like waiting, Hannah, it felt like the journey I was
always meant to take. And who wants to rush such an adventure?”
 5.

Monday

T.J.: Good morning, sweetheart.

Hannah: Good morning, Thomas John. How are you this morning?
T.J.: Tired.
Hannah: Oh, were you not able to sleep last night?
T.J.: Not really, I was chasing you in my dreams.
Hannah: I showed your message to Kallie, and she said to tell you,
“Lame.”, but I like it. I dreamed about you last night too.
T.J.: Tell Kallie she is voluntarily dating Mason, so…
T.J.: What were your dreams about? Was I doing manly things?
Hannah: You wore a pink spaghetti strap dress and helped me fight
against an invading army of bowling pins, while my father whittled on the
front porch.
T.J.: Not where I thought you were going when you mentioned dreaming
of me, but I’ll take it. Tell me I was at least wearing the dress in a manly
fashion while I saved you from the violent hoard of pins?
Hannah: I am not comfortable with lying.

Tuesday

Hannah: How was your shift?

T.J.: Uneventful.
Hannah: That’s good. I enjoyed having lunch with you and Myles today.
Thank you for surprising me.
T.J.: My pleasure. I especially liked how you hid behind me when you
and Myles started fighting with food.
Hannah: I’m resourceful.
T.J.: That you are. Tell me, how did you get to Morgantown? You’re from
Mason county, right? That’s like over three hours away.
Hannah: My parents gave me a small amount of money when I left.
Mother told me how to get to the women’s shelter. I spent a few weeks there,
helping out and learning how to speak in secular society. The director drove
me to Morgantown and dropped me off at a shelter here. I stayed there for a
couple of days before one of the volunteers told me about the diner. I met
Kallie there and moved into her house an hour later.
T.J.: You’re incredibly lucky. I’ve been reading about people who left the
Amish community. Many do not fare as well as you.
Hannah: My parents are devout; however, they do love my siblings and I
very much. They are disappointed that I chose to leave but respect my
personal path. Not openly, of course, otherwise they would be exiled. For
most, it can be a violent and disturbing separation. I am thankful to the Lord
every day for his grace and leniency as I find my way.
Hannah: Did you feel a calling to join the police force?
T.J.: I think in a way I did. My family is big on service. Military. Fire
department. Police. I wanted to help people, make a difference, even when I
knew our city officials work tirelessly to do the opposite. Myles and I
considered quitting this last year, however, the Golem Guerillas MC changed
our minds. We don’t know any of them, but they gave us hope.
Hannah: Hope is a very powerful tool to have.
T.J.: It is. When I met you, when I saw you the first time…I heard it
again. The calling. I felt it. I knew you were meant to be in my life. I wanted
everything but hoped for just a chance.
Hannah: Thomas John, that is so sweet, you’ve made me cry.
T.J.: Shoot. Dry your eyes, sweetheart, if Kallie or Mason see you
crying, they’ll rip me to pieces.
Hannah: No, they won’t. They’ll see they are happy tears. I felt it too. It
was all so overwhelming. I apologize for making you wait so long.
T.J.: Never apologize for doing what is right for you. If you hadn’t
already noticed, I’m not going anywhere. I would have waited a lifetime for
that chance, Hannah, and I’ll wait a lifetime for another.
Hannah: How about 5 days instead?
T.J.: I think I can handle that…so long as I get to have lunch with you
every day.
Hannah: I’m not going anywhere either.

Wednesday
 T.J.: I’m sorry, I couldn’t see you today. Myles and I had a call and we
ended up missing our lunch break. We’ll make it up to you tomorrow, we’ll
have two lunches.
Hannah: Haha! Thank you for texting me, I worried something might
have happened to you. I’m glad you are all right.
T.J.: I’m great because I’m talking to you.
Hannah: I miss your squishy face and fish lips and the way your back
hunches and how
T.J.: Hello, Father Mason. Give my girl back her phone.
Hannah: Sorry, he stole it from me and wouldn’t give it back. Kallie had
to tackle him.
Hannah: Why do you and Myles call him Father?
T.J.: You’ll have to ask Kallie.
Hannah: That’s no fair, she won’t tell me either.

Thursday

Hannah: Hi.
T.J.: Is there a reason you are texting me when I’m sitting right next to
you?
Hannah: I just wanted to say that I really like spending time with you.
T.J.: And you didn’t want Myles to make fun of you or me.
Hannah: And I didn’t want Myles to make fun of us.
“For Pete’s sake, I can see you two texting each other and the ridiculous
grins that have taken over your faces. You’re so cute…it sickens me, right
down to my glittery-gay soul.

Friday

T.J.: I wish today was Sunday.

Hannah: Oh?
T.J.: I want to go out on our date, I want to see what you have planned. I
want to hold your hand.
Hannah: Do you mind going slow? I know you are experienced…
T.J.: I have had three girlfriends in my short life. Its not like I’m a serial
Playboy. And I don’t think its going slow. I think we are traveling at the exact
speed we are supposed to. This isn’t a race, Hannah. I HOPE we are
building something together that will last a lifetime. There is no set schedule
for when we progress to the next level. And I’m in no hurry to rush the
process.
Hannah: I don’t want to disappoint you.
T.J.: The only way you could ever disappoint me is if you pushed
yourself before you were ready. And even then, I’d probably be more
disappointed in myself for pushing you without realizing it.
Hannah: You have pushed me, but in a good way. Just like Kallie and
Mason do. Just like the girls at the diner. You all push me to dig deeper, try
harder, work smarter to figure out who I am and what I want from life.
T.J.: You are an incredible woman, Hannah. I’m fortunate to witness
your self-discovery.
Hannah: You say such wonderful things, Thomas John.
T.J.: I mean every word.

Saturday

T.J.: Can you at least give me a hint?

Hannah: No.
Hannah: I’m sorry, I can give you a hint. But I won’t.
T.J.: Thank you for the explanation.
Hannah: You’re welcome.
T.J.: I was being sarcastic.
Hannah: I know.
Hannah: If it makes you feel better, Kallie and Mason are suffering in
the dark as well, since I won’t share my plans with them either.
T.J.: At least they have company in the dark. To comfort them through
the lonely nights.
Hannah: Call Myles.
T.J.: For such a sweet, pious young woman, you certainly have a cruel
streak.
Hannah: I know, I just discovered it recently. Isn’t it awesome?
T.J.: It is, sweetheart, it is. Just maybe, don’t use it against me.
Hannah: I make no promises.
 T.J. 6.
“You look…capable.” I wince once the word leaves my mouth; no
woman wants to be told they look capable. But give me a break, Hannah is
dressed in jeans, sturdy boots, and a flannel. In the summer.
“Are we going to Canada? Please, let it be Canada.” The three of us stare
at Mason as he squeezes his eyes shut tight and crosses his fingers.
“Do you ever feel like maybe, just maybe, you’re raising a child
anyway?” Hannah whispers loudly to Kallie, who shrugs and pushes Mason
toward my car.
“Am I dressed—”
“You also look capable.” Hannah teases. I’ve got jeans, boots, and a t-
shirt that has a picture of a dinosaur and says, “Philosoraptor”. “I like your
shirt.”
“Thanks. So, where are we going?”
“To a place.” I groan at her vague answer, rounding the car and getting in
the driver’s seat after closing her door. She hands me a piece of paper with
handwritten directions on it. “Follow these.”
“We aren’t going to Canada, are we?”
“Sorry, Mason. We are not.”
“Well, perhaps another time.”
“Have you always wanted to go to Canada?” I ask Mason, meeting his
eyes in the rearview mirror.
“I’ve been to Canada like 12 times.”
“What?” Kallie rounds on him, “Then why do you want to go now so
bad?”
He wraps his arm around her and kisses the top of her head. “Because I
like going to the Duty-Free shop.”
I look at Kallie with a quirked eyebrow and she sticks her tongue out at
me. “Don’t even. I know, I chose him. In my defense, I didn’t have all the
information when I made that decision.”
“What more did you need to know? I can cook, really well, I’m funny,
have a delightful personality, am smoking hot, and fantastic in bed.”
I tune their bickering out, and peer at Hannah out of the corner of my
eye. Her face is flaming as usual when something taboo is mentioned,
however, she’s smiling and glancing at me every few seconds.
“I cannot cook really well, but we wouldn’t die of starvation. I’d like to
think I have a good sense of humor, but Myles is probably not the best
person to gauge it by. I’m one of the most boring 23-year-olds you’ll ever
meet. And while I am moderately attractive, I cannot speak to my skills in
the bedroom…because that would be uncouth and more importantly, I don’t
want to lie to build myself up.”
She wraps her soft hand around mine, and leans her head on my
shoulder, pointing out our next turn. “I happen to find you to be interesting,
humorous, sweet, thoughtful, driven, and extremely handsome.” She
whispers for my ears only. “And as for the other…” I can hear the strain in
her voice, as she forces herself to speak, “what you were like in the past is
irrelevant. If, when, you and I reach that stage in our relationship, it will be
only you and I in our bed. We will learn together what gives us pleasure.”
“Holy shit! That was fucking hot. Why don’t you ever talk to me like
that?”
Kallie sighs, it’s a long-suffering sound that I feel in my bones. “Because
you never shut up long enough for others to speak.”
“I just did, and you chose to put me down rather than build me up.”
Hannah giggles, looking at him over her shoulder, as he pouts in the back
seat.
“No. Really?” I ask a few minutes later when I pull into the industrial
building that houses the lumberjack activities.
“You were listening.” Mason squeezes Hannah’s shoulders and then
throws himself out of the vehicle in excitement, Kallie following behind
him.
She peers up at me with a shy smile, “I overheard Jupiter and Drusilla
telling Mason about their first date. He took her to throw axes in Pittsburgh,
and it got me thinking. So, I found out we had one here. There’s axe
throwing, archery, knives…Do you like it?”
“Absolutely.” I tell her, unable to resist kissing her forehead. I rest mine
against hers and look into her eyes. “Do you like it?”
“I’ve worked with axes and knives all my life. Usually not for
recreational purposes, but when work needs done and you’re a man or two
short.” She shrugs, then lifts her hands up to rest on my shoulders, her
fingers playing in the short hair on the back of my head.
 “You’re incredible.” I tell her. I don’t think she believes me, not yet, but
she will.
After paying and running through safety procedures, we’re taken over to
the axe throwing area. I volunteer to go last. Mason is first and bouncing on
the balls of his feet the whole time, and he isn’t bad. Kallie puts so much
force behind her throw that the thud of it hitting the target seems to echo
through the building. Her smile when she turns around is blinding, it would
appear we’ve found a new hobby for the diner manager.
Hannah steps up next, the axe too big for her small frame. I almost move
behind her to help her when she lifts it above her head and launches it down
the lane. Bullseye. Hot damn. Her delivery was flawless, her body powerful
and sensuous as she moved. She was poetry in motion.
I scoop her up to celebrate, lifting her into the air and spinning around.
Her head thrown back, her arms wrapped around my neck tightly, the feel of
her lush body pressed against mine…and the fact that she can throw an axe
with deadly accuracy. I’m hard as a rock.
I start to slide her down, and she surprises me by linking her ankles
behind my back and pressing her lips to mine. Its soft and tender, just like
her. And if I wasn’t a goner before, I definitely am now.
 Hannah 7.
“That dress is gorgeous on you, Hannah.” Kallie tells me, her eyes
meeting mine in the full-length mirror in her room. “I still think you should
have let me take you again, instead of Rem—”
“You paid a woman to rip off half of my…vagina.” I whisper the last
word, still not comfortable speaking of my body so openly.
“It’s a Brazilian wax.” We’ve had this argument more than once in the
last two and a half months.
“I don’t know why the women of Brazil despise their vaginas and body
hair so much, but that’s between them and God. I’m fine with hair, I say the
more hair the better.”
Snorting, Kallie sweeps my long hair over my shoulder, “No, you don’t.
And I wouldn’t go making any declarations before you’ve had the chance to
hear what T.J. has to say.”
“Do men…do men really like it…bald?” It doesn’t make any sense to
me. Of course, it took me a little while to appreciate smooth legs and
underarms. There’s something distinctly feminine about the look.
She shrugs, “Some do, some don’t, some don’t care as long as it gets wet
and admits them entrance into the theme park.”
“What?” I stare at her quizzically in the mirror, but as usual, when she
says something I don’t fully understand she laughs and moves on.
“This dress needs something, and I know exactly what it—”
“Did you do it yet? Did you give it to her? Am I too late?” Mason comes
rushing into the bedroom, sliding to a stop. “Oh. Hannah.” His eyes glitter
with unshed tears and now my nose is stinging. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Mason.”
“I was just about to give it to her, and you ruined the moment.”
“I don’t ruin, I enhance.” He tells us, snatching the box out of Kallie’s
hands and holding it out in front of me.
“What is it?” I ask, even as I reach to grab it.
“A car.” Kallie deadpans.
“Have you perfected the Pym particle like in Ant-Man?” Kallie smiles
and kisses me on my cheek.
 “I’m so proud of you, Hannah. Your sarcasm is so natural, effortless. It
does a surrogate adoptive mother manager roomie proud.”
I open the box and gasp when I see the silver charm necklace nestled
inside. “A cross for your faith. A dagger for your courage and strength. A
lemon tree for your continuous growth and the love and friendship of those
around you. And an elephant to remove the obstacles of life so you may be
prosperous and peaceful.”
Tears slip unchecked from my eyes as I listen to Mason’s heartfelt
explanation. Kallie wraps her arms around his middle and rests her head on
his chest, her neck arched to stare at him in awe. Their love has been
inspirational and a joy to watch bloom. I can only pray that Thomas John
and I are as fortunate as they are and blessed in our relationship.
“Thank you.” I try to speak, no sound comes out as I mouth the words,
but they understand anyway. The three of us hug, Mason kisses the top of
my head, spitting exaggeratedly when he tastes the hairspray, then Kallie is
ushering me into the bathroom to fix what little makeup I have on.
Thomas John is taking me on a date tonight. Our fourth by ourselves,
however, this one is more formal, though I am unaware of where we are
going. We’ve been teasing one another with secret locations and having way
too much fun with it. Kallie and Mason came with us for a while, wanting to
make sure that Thomas John was a gentleman and that I was sure about my
feelings for him. I appreciated their concern. Our solo dates have been…
they’ve involved quite a bit of kissing. And you won’t hear me complaining.
I love kissing him. I always thought it was gross, mixing saliva and touching
tongues, but I gotta say, its amazing. A connection to him that I share with
no one else.
Caught up in the desires of my body, I’ve pushed a time or two for more,
but he respectfully held back, knowing that my body may be ready, but my
brain and heart are set on marriage. He doesn’t make fun of me for my
antiquated ideals, he respects them and keeps me on the right path, even
when my hands go exploring.
To be honest, though, I cannot imagine feeling this way about anyone
else. None of the men I grew up around ever elicited this type of response
and evoked such emotion. Music is the only thing to ever come close;
Thomas John is my music; he is the melody that plays in my heart.
“I’ll get it.” Mason hollers when the doorbell rings.
 Kallie runs her hands up and down my arms, a soft smile tipping her lips.
“I love you, kiddo.”
“You just fixed my makeup!” I whine, much to her amusement. “I love
you too, Kallie.”
“Have fun tonight and I want to hear all about it in the morning.” I nod,
take a deep breath, and walk down the stairs where Thomas John waits for
me in a suit. Hibbity-jibbity. He looks amazing in a suit.
Incoherent sounds escape my mouth as I take him in. He is always
handsome, but now, he is striking. And I get to be on his arm tonight. I’m a
lucky girl. He holds out his hand for me. I take it immediately, giggling as he
spins me around, so the skirt of my jade dress spreads out.
“You are…a gift from God, Hannah Schmucker.” He kisses my hand and
I swoon. So does Mason. We ignore him, as Thomas John leads me from the
house and into the passenger seat of his car. With a kiss to my forehead, he
closes my door and rounds the vehicle.
We sit in silence for the first few minutes of the drive, my hand firmly
held in his on the console, both of us stealing glances at one another when
we think the other isn’t looking.
“It’s taking everything I have not to kiss you.” He tells me, his voice
gruff.
“Thank you, I don’t think its safe while you’re driving.” I tease, my
cheeks so hot I can feel them at his inflammatory words. I don’t bother
asking where we are going, because I know he won’t tell me. It isn’t until
about 20 minutes later that we follow a line of traffic to a parking lot for an
outdoor venue.
“What is this?” I ask, looking around at the other patrons, all dressed far
more casually than us.
“Do you trust me?” He asks with a boyish grin, his eyes hesitant. I nod
immediately. He closes the distance between us and finally kisses my lips. I
sigh in relief, having his taste on my lips like coming home after a long shift.
He breaks the kiss far too soon, assisting me to my feet and guiding me
through the grass lot to a line of people waiting. When a digital sign up
ahead flashes, I read what it says, my free hand coming to my chest to
contain my rapidly beating heart.
“A concert?” I whisper, my eyes welling with tears of joy.
“A popular cover band, they perform songs from the 2000s that other
artists performed originally.” He tells me low, so others don’t overhear and
make fun of me. We had that happen once before and Thomas John did not
react well. However, I had a hard time restraining my hands when we made
out in the car after. “Tonight, they have an orchestra joining them and I
thought you might enjoy seeing live music.”
I jump into his arms, knowing he’ll catch me as I lose my fight against
the tears. This is the most wonderful date. And it has only just begun.
 T.J. 8.
I can’t take my eyes off her. She sits on the edge of her seat, her hands
clasped to her chest, her eyes darting left to right as if committing the stage
to memory. The band is in front, drummer, lead singer, guitar, bass, and
piano. Behind them is a small orchestra that accompanies most of the songs.
The crowd is energetic, but none more so than my Hannah.
She doesn’t know any of the music, but it doesn’t stop her from swaying
to the beat, tapping her foot, or mouthing the chorus once she’s learned it. I
want to spend the rest of my life with this woman. And I want it to start right
now.
The ring burns a hole in my pocket. I can feel it, the weight of it and
what it represents. The future I hope to have with her, the future I can’t
imagine with anyone else. It has to be her. Since the first moment I saw her,
nervous and jittery in the diner, I knew.
The band begins one of their most popular covers, “The Luckiest” by
Ben Folds, and I take it as a sign. I am the luckiest, for knowing her, having
her trust, and her heart. I take her hand in mine and bring it to my lips to
kiss. She turns her head to look at me and the smile she gives freely steals
the breath from my lungs. I slide off the seat and onto my knee, her hand still
in mine, the band playing and the crowd singing along.
“Hannah Schmucker. I love you. I love the beat of your heart and how it
complements my own. Will you be my wife?”
Several people in our vicinity take notice of what’s happening, and they
go nuts when she nods her head and lunges at me, wrapping herself around
me with the promise that I’ll never have to let her go. We kiss, clumsy and
passionate and perfect. Breaking apart to breathe, I slip the ring on her shaky
finger and kiss it.
“What’s happening out there?” The singer’s voice brings me back to the
present. Hannah and I stare at one another with grins stretched ear to ear, as
those around us start screaming and pointing at us. “What?” He asks, then
starts laughing. “We’ve got a proposal?” The crowd is deafening.
I grip her hand tight when we are pushed out of our seats, our section,
and security meets us in the aisle. We’re escorted to the stage. What is
happening? The pianist holds out his hand for Hannah and I boost her up,
then grip his hand myself and let him pull me to the stage. Two chairs are
brought out and we’re ushered into them. She sits close to me, her body
thrumming with excitement and nerves. I clasp her hand and cup her cheek
to turn her face to mine.
“Are you ok?” She nods and kisses me soundly.
“I love you, Thomas John.”
“We’ve got ourselves some lovebirds.” We look to the band in front of
us, the lead singer addressing the audience. “Why don’t we help them
celebrate?” I thought the crowd was loud before, now mixed with the sound
of the band and orchestra we’ll be lucky if our eardrums don’t burst.
Someone taps our shoulders and hands us ear plugs. Hannah taps hers
against mine like she’s toasting, and we place them in our ears. That’s much
better.
It takes me a moment to place the song, slowed down and stripped raw,
“Halo” by Beyonce. During the first chorus, I haul Hannah into my lap and
hold her close as we listen to the band play.
I got my angel now.
 Hannah 9.
“I can’t believe we’re married.” I gush for the fiftieth time since we left
Morgantown. We had a short engagement, about four weeks, neither of us
wanting to wait too long.
September in Gatlinburg, Tennessee is beautiful. Leaves are just starting
to turn, and the weather is still comfortable during the day. The mountains
stretch out into the horizon, and it humbles me to think of all that God has
blessed us with.
Not the least of which is my husband next to me. Our wedding was early
this morning, followed by a small brunch at the diner. We wanted to get to
our honeymoon as quick as possible.
For…reasons.
I squirm in my seat, the sun on its way down, just miles from our cabin.
“Longest four weeks of my life.” He says exasperatedly. I nuzzle his arm
and lean my head on his shoulder.
“You met me in January, but the last four weeks were the longest?” I
scoff, “Are you saying you haven’t wanted me since you met me?”
“Angel, you know darn well I did. I could be patient though, when we
were dating, but as soon as I put that ring on your finger, declared my
intentions, I knew what was next and I’ve been anxious ever since.”
“You just want to have sex.”
“Hannah, I want to spend my life with you, I want to connect to you in
every way two people can, and I want to bury myself inside your body and
never leave. But it isn’t about sex, its about us.”
“I know.” I reach up and kiss the underside of his jaw. His evening
stubble abrading my lips in a way that makes my blood boil. “How do you
feel about Brazil?” I blurt out, then drop my head and groan out loud.
“Brazil?” He glances at me curiously, “Uh…well, I’ve never really given
it much thought. I think it’s a beautiful country, steeped in rich traditions…”
He trails off and I don’t blame him. Now that we are about to be intimate,
I’m worrying about whether he will like my body, my small breasts, my
untrimmed and slightly uneven pubic hair.
“Kallie told me to ask you, she said…do you like hardwood floors or
carpet?” Thankfully, we’ve arrived at the main building for our cabin to
check in, because Thomas John can’t stop laughing. Its not that funny. When
I release my seat belt with an annoyed huff, he stops me from exiting the car
and brings me into his arms across the console so he can bury his face in my
neck. His lips tease the sensitive skin behind my ear, and I shiver.
“I love you, Hannah Statler.” That makes me feel marginally better, I
know I’m worrying for nothing. It’s just…he has experience, and I don’t.
I’m not holding it against him; however, I don’t want to disappoint him. But
I should know better.
“How about we check in, then we get settled in our cabin, and I’ll show
you just how much I love you?” I nod eagerly, placing a chaste kiss on his
lips and wiggling out of his hold and out of the car.
20 minutes later, we’re in our spacious cabin with a deck facing the
mountains, our bags are unpacked, and we’re each biting into chocolate
covered strawberries that were left for us by the rental company.
“What would you like—oof!” I slam into his body when I’ve swallowed
the last of my strawberry and cut him off by sticking my tongue in his
mouth. He doesn’t miss a beat, holding me tight to him with a hand under
my buttocks, and one on the back of my head. Tilting his head, he deepens
the kiss and walks us to the nearest wall.
“Angel,” he pants, his hand on my head coming around to cup my cheek,
his thumb dragging across my bottom lip, “we don’t have to do anything
right now.”
“Oh, yes, we do.” I tell him, biting his thumb and running my hands up
and down his shoulders, across his chest, and down to his belt.
“Do you need me?” He rasps in my ear, his tongue licking down my
neck.
“Yes.” I tell him, desperate for him to touch me.
“Where do you need me?”
“Everywhere.” I’m in his arms again, and he’s walking us into the
bedroom, then the private bath, sitting me gently on the counter.
“We’re gonna take a shower first. Wash off the drive.” I nod, unable to
speak as I watch him pull his shirt over his head. His torso, long and lean, a
light smattering of dark hair between his pectorals, a thin trail down the
center of his abdomen leading into the waistband of his jeans. I swallow
nervously, when he unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and pushes them
down over his hips and straining manhood. He wears tight black briefs that
barely contain his excitement. Seeing him aroused soothes some of my
frayed nerves, knowing that he wants me as much as I want him.
“Hannah.” I slowly raise my gaze to meet his. “I’m gonna take my
underwear off.” I nod again, my tongue still stuck to the roof of my mouth.
His erection bobs free, making me giggle. A thick nest of hair at the base,
long and broad, with a circumcised tip.
“You have carpet.” His penis twitches as it bobs up and down when he
laughs. My legs automatically separate, my core throbbing with desire, his
hand wraps around his length and pumps it once, then twice. My nipples
pebble painfully in my bra and my breath becomes choppy.
“May I?” He asks, releasing his penis and gripping the hem of my dress.
I nod, lifting my butt so he can pull it up, then raise my arms over my head.
“Fuck.” He mutters, his hands flexing in the air in front of my breasts.
“Touch me.” He cups my breasts through my lace bra and gently
squeezes the flesh. Then his mouth is on mine, and I can’t see or hear or
smell anything but him. He’s all I know. We kiss and touch and explore
under the waterfall showerhead. Once we’re thoroughly washed, he drops to
his knees in the shower and lifts my right leg over his shoulder. I don’t have
time to question or deny before his mouth is on my most private place and
his tongue is pushing me to my limits. I climax abruptly, my body shaking,
my hands grasping at the tile walls to hold me up.
In one move, he turns the water off, lifts me up and carries me out of the
shower, out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. I’m on the bed and he’s
back between my legs in the next breath. His fingers circling my opening,
his lips and tongue playing with my clitoris. When he inserts the first finger,
I jolt at the foreign sensation. The second is much easier and only makes me
hotter. The third, God, the third finger could inspire an opus. My second
climax hits harder than the first, my inner walls constricting around his
fingers and holding him inside me.
When he starts again, I push his head to stop him. Looking up at me
from between my legs, his eyes are glassy and fevered, his jaw glistens with
my arousal. “I need you, Thomas John. Please.” I beg him, but he shakes his
head, his hands sliding up my body and thumbing my nipples. My back
arches at the sensations that rush through my body at his touch.
“Play with your nipples, angel, while I eat you to another orgasm.”
“But—”
 “One more, then I promise, I’ll join you.” I nod, up on my elbows so I
can see him. I tentatively place my hands under my breasts, tracing the soft
skin, circling smaller and smaller until I reach my stiff nipples. When I pinch
them between my thumb and forefinger, Thomas John latches on to my clit
and sucks. I tug and pull, pinch and caress, my body on fire as it readies for a
third release. He inserts two fingers, turns his hand, and bends them.
Before I’ve come down from my orgasm, I feel him at my entrance, the
blunt head of his penis poised to enter me. He caresses my jaw, tilting my
head to look at him. “I love you, Hannah.”
“I love you, too.” The last word stretches into a moan as he pushes inside
me. I wince when he tears through my virginity, but his hand on my clit
refocuses my attention and I forget the sting of pain. I know only the
pleasure he brings me.
On his elbow, my breasts grazing his chest with every thrust and roll of
his hips, he kisses me. He devours me. He pledges himself to me in a way
words can never express. And when he demands a fourth orgasm, I give
myself over to him, milking him and bringing him with me into oblivion.
 T.J. 10.
I know its only been 5 weeks, but if they are any indication of what our
future will bring…I’m almost exhausted just thinking about it. My girl, my
wife, is insatiable. And if I didn’t put a stop to her roving hands, she’d be an
exhibitionist as well. We’ll be lucky if my cock doesn’t wave the white flag
of surrender before we have 10 kids.
“Hannah.” I growl her name as I enter our bedroom. When we arrived
home from our honeymoon, it was to find that Kallie and Mason had moved
her things into my two-bedroom apartment. And that Mason replaced all my
underwear with Depends.
Right now, she’s on all fours, her ass swinging in the air, just begging me
to bite it. Stripping as I walk, I climb under her legs naked and pull her pussy
to my mouth. Her moans are loud and uninhibited. She grinds down, telling
me exactly what she wants. Hands on her ripe tits, I tease her nipples,
hollowing my cheeks and sucking on her clit. After a few minutes, her body
starts shaking, her moans turn to wails, and she gushes all over my face.
“Don’t fucking move.” I’ll apologize later for cursing, though I know
she doesn’t mind it when we’re in the heat of the moment. I slide out from
beneath her, push her further up the bed, then kneel behind her.
“T.J., please.” She begs, arching her back to push her ass higher in the
air. She only calls me that when she’s too far gone to speak. And I love that I
do that to her. I knew we would be good together, no matter our levels of
experience, but I didn’t know we’d be explosive. Or that she would crave me
and my cock.
I slam into her, my balls already tingling when I feel her spasm around
me. My hand on the small of her back, I urge her to lie flat on the bed, as I
continue to move in and out in. Her legs together between my spread thighs,
I plant my elbows on either side of her head and cover her body with mine.
Slow and steady, I thrust into her, my lips in her hair, her neck, her jaw.
I hit that spot inside her that sends her spiraling, and she reaches out to
take my hand, squeezing it. I slide my other underneath her and mold it to
her tit that I swear is bigger than it was last week, her hardened nipple
between my fingers.
 “Are we gonna make a baby?” I grit out, slinging my hips faster and
faster.
“We…oh God, we already have.” I cannot tell you what it does to me to
hear her say that. That we made a baby. That we are going to be parents. I
swear my cock hardens more and grows impossibly longer.
“Hannah. Angel.” I drop my head between her shoulder blades and
empty myself inside her. Shallow strokes until I have nothing left to give her.
“I love you so fucking much. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.”
She giggles, exhausted and happy, “I love you too. As often as we’ve
been going at it, are you really surprised?”
“No, I’m thankful.”
 Hannah 11.
Today is my one-year anniversary at Epulum. It’s hard to believe
everything that has transpired over those twelve months. When I left home, I
had no idea what awaited me, but I was ready to face it head on. I miss my
family, but the one I’ve built during my time in Morgantown is amazing.
Especially my husband. And the little one in my belly. I’m a little over
three months along and aside from a few moments of nausea, first trimester
was a breeze. A horny, horny breeze. This second trimester doesn’t seem to
be any better. Poor Thomas John. It’s his fault, he shouldn't make me feel so
good then I wouldn’t be on him all the time.
I watch Myles and he talk at their table. Their lunch break is almost over,
and I’ll miss him. He works a double today, so I won’t see him again until
tomorrow. I have no doubt his overused cock (see how much I’ve changed)
volunteered for the extra work just to avoid me.
The bells ring above the door and I look up. The couple in the doorway
gaze around the diner before their eyes settle on me. They stare. I stare.
Thomas John comes up to my side, his arm wrapping around my middle, his
other hand resting protectively on my stomach. I place my left hand over his
and smile at the couple. In seconds, Myles is next to Thomas John, and
Kallie and Mason are next to me. The couple’s gaze moves to those who
surround me, dip their chins, then turn and leave.
“Hannah? Are you alright? Who was that? Do you know them?” I nod,
resting my head on Thomas John’s chest and using him to hide my tears.
“They were dressed—”
“My parents.” I say loudly enough for them to hear.
“Why didn’t they talk to you?” Myles questions.
I sniffle, shift so I can see him, and answer. “They aren’t allowed. They
just…they just wanted to make sure I was doing well.”
Thomas John places his thumb under my chin and tilts my head up. He
places a tender kiss to my lips then rests his forehead to mine. “I’d say
you’re doing a hell of a lot better than well.”
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One big happy family. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
25Sep73; LP43816.

LP43817.
The Sunday torch. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
2Oct73; LP43817.

LP43818.
Murder is a taxing affair. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced
in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color,
16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
9Oct73; LP43818.

LP43819.
Tricks are not treats. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
16Oct73; LP43819.
LP43820.
A Bullet for el diablo. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
6Nov73; LP43820.

LP43821.
The Finishing touch. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
13Nov73; LP43821.

LP43822.
Anybody can build a bomb. Leonard Freeman Productions.
Produced in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min.,
sd., color, 16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting
System, Inc.; 20Nov73; LP43822.

LP43823.
Try to die on time. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
27Nov73; LP43823.

LP43824.
The $100,000 nickel. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
4Dec73; LP43824.

LP43825.
The Flip side is death. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
11Dec73; LP43825.

LP43826.
The Banzai Pipeline. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
25Dec73; LP43826.

LP43827.
Death with Father. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
15Jan74; LP43827.

LP43828.
Murder with a golden touch. Leonard Freeman Productions.
Produced in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min.,
sd., color, 16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting
System, Inc.; 22Jan74; LP43828.

LP43829.
Nightmare in blue. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
29Jan74; LP43829.

LP43830.
Mother’s deadly helper. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced
in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color,
16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
5Feb74; LP43830.
LP43831.
Killer at sea. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
12Feb74; LP43831.

LP43832.
30,000 rooms and I have the key. Leonard Freeman Productions.
Produced in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min.,
sd., color, 16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting
System, Inc.; 19Feb74; LP43832.

LP43833.
One born every minute. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced
in association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color,
16 mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
1Jan74 (in notice: 1973); LP43833.

LP43834.
Secret witness. Leonard Freeman Productions. Produced in
association with the CBS Television Network. 60 min., sd., color, 16
mm. (Hawaii Five-O) © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
8Jan74 (in notice: 1973); LP43834.

LP43835.
Walter’s holiday. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 20Sep73;
LP43835.

LP43836.
Stitch in time. Pt. 1. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
26Sep73; LP43836.
LP43837.
Stitch in time. Pt. 2. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
6Oct73; LP43837.

LP43838.
Florida’s affair. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 9Oct73;
LP43838.

LP43839.
Maude takes a job. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
20Oct73; LP43839.

LP43840.
Maude’s double standard. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production.
30 min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
24Oct73; LP43840.

LP43841.
Vivian’s problem. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
31Oct73; LP43841.

LP43842.
The Maude musical. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
7Nov73; LP43842.

LP43843.
 The Will. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min., sd.,
b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 21Nov73;
LP43843.

LP43844.
Carol’s problem. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 28Nov73;
LP43844.

LP43845.
Music hath charms. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
8Dec73; LP43845.

LP43846.
The Lovebirds. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 26Dec73;
LP43846.

LP43847.
Arthur’s wedding. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
23Jan74; LP43847.

LP43848.
Florida’s goodbye. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
30Jan74; LP43848.

LP43849.
The Tax audit. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 7Feb74;
LP43849.
LP43850.
The Investment. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 14Feb74;
LP43850.

LP43851.
Phillip’s problem. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30
min., sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.;
20Feb74; LP43851.

LP43852.
Maude’s guest. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 3Jan74 (in
notice: 1973); LP43852.

LP43853.
Maude’s revolt. A Bud Yorkin-Norman Lear production. 30 min.,
sd., b&w, 16 mm. (Maude) © Tandem Productions, Inc.; 17Jan74 (in
notice: 1973); LP43853.

LP43854.
Women for sale. Pt. 1. A CBS Television production. 60 min., sd.,
color, 16 mm. (Gunsmoke) Appl. au: CBS, Inc., formerly Columbia
Broadcasting System, Inc. © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
3Sep73; LP43854.

LP43855.
Women for sale. Pt. 2. A CBS Television production. 60 min., sd.,
color, 16 mm. (Gunsmoke) Appl. au: CBS, Inc., formerly Columbia
Broadcasting System, Inc. © Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc.;
10Sep73; LP43855.

LP43856.