It has been two years since Musetta’s story was first posted at BCTS. Now it’s time to see more of the story as Musetta originally wrote it. Musetta, born Marcus Meyers, had an indifferent childhood, a disastrous early adulthood, and a very fulfilling adulthood. This is her story as she wrote it. She had not originally intended it to be published; however, changed her mind later on. Several chapters were omitted from the original edition due to her involvement with an individual who was still living. That person is now deceased, and with his previously given permission the missing chapters are now included.

Chapter 18 & 19: Musetta’s life continues to get better, as does her physical recovery. Back on the job after her trip to Bakersfield, she is startled by the appearance of Johnny Gigliotti. It seems he was as smitten by her as she was by him. Amazingly, he knows about her past, and it doesn’t deter him. Let the romance begin.

This story follows The Narragansett Fork in the California Saga Series. Other than some minor corrections, nothing has been changed from the original chapters; however, there are three additional chapters at the end plus some comments by Dr. Fanny Essegian. If you have not read the story before, I hope you enjoy it this time. If you have read it, I hope you find the additional chapters enlightening. More of Musetta’s life is also revealed in The Redhead and the PM which is to be published soon.

A big ‘Thank You’ to Holly H. Hart for helping with the grammar and punctuation.

This work is copyrighted by the author and any publication or distribution without the written consent of the author is strictly prohibited. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of the characters to persons living or dead is coincidental.

Chapter 18

Jo, Mindy and I were working in the kitchen. We were going to have a quiet New Years Eve. Well, it would be quiet as expected with all those kids running around. The exceptions to kids were John and Fanny. I asked where they were, and there were a couple of raised eyebrows.

Mindy had always been the subdued one as long as I had known her. This had a lot to do with her early upbringing and the cruelness of Richard O’Donnell who had been her stepfather. That was hard to believe, given what we had experienced, but I knew it was true. I had told Mindy that Richard begged for her forgiveness. Mindy and her mother never discussed Richard in the presence of anyone; however, I would find out that Mindy actually wrote a very short letter to Richard after our conversation, and she did just that.

I learned something else about Mindy. There are some male dominant fundamentalist families where the wife is nothing more than a brainwashed breeding animal. There’s a family in northern Arkansas that comes to mind. Mindy had four daughters, two by her previous husband (the scumbag) and two by George. Mindy loved all of her children very much, and the last two were born because of a very deep and passionate love between her and George. I could see this many times. There were the little glances between them and sometimes George would come up behind her, and gently pull her to him while kissing her neck. She would break out in shivers, and give him a knowing glance.

We were talking about my Christmas trip to Bakersfield, and I think they both sensed something had happened. Maybe the two glasses of wine helped, but suddenly we three girls were talking about some pretty intimate stuff. The first thing I found out was that John and Fanny were going to an early evening party. Then, with both the O’Donnell’s and Essegian’s blessing, were going to spend the later part of the evening alone at the Essegians home. There was no question about what would be going on. They were going to be spending New Years Eve together in the privacy of John’s bedroom. While I was in Bakersfield, they had taken, from what I learned, rather enthusiastically that last step in their physical relationship, and they had done it with their parents’ blessing.

Then the discussion came around to orgasms. By this time I had learned a lot of details about Jo’s early childhood, and how significant her physical problems had been. There was one major difference between Jo and me. Jo was a woman trapped in what she thought was a boy’s body that was actually a young woman’s body. It just had some defects that were, through some rather traumatic circumstances, finally recognized and corrected. Jo explained that once she’d healed from the surgeries, exploration came naturally, and she’d been able to orgasm rather easily. The thing was, and as pleasant as it was; nothing prepared her for what happened the first time she and Mike had made love. The mind did strange things, and when she was with the right person there was an exponential increase in pleasure.

I sure hoped the men weren’t listening in but the football game probably covered up our conversations. Mindy was really opening up by this time. “In vino veritas” - In wine there is truth.

“I hated sex during my first marriage. The only things good about it were our two beautiful daughters. Then Jo explained to me what it was all about. It was something I was supposed to enjoy. She had me drink a glass of wine and introduced me to Mr. Water Pick Shower Massage. Then there was George.

“I wouldn’t have said this a few years ago, but I am a screamer. I can’t help it. Fortunately our bedroom is at the far side of the house, but I know the kids hear me. I had to explain to the girls in one of our little talks that everything was fine, that daddy was not hurting me. It was sort of like being tickled, and not being able to control the laughter.”

“What about you, Musetta?” asked Jo in a subdued voice. “Any luck?”

“Jan took charge while I was down there. Nothing had happened before.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” interjected Jo.

“I didn’t know what to expect, and I was told it may take time if it ever happened.

“Well, Jan knew the right buttons and boy did it happen! I think we had a connection. She was the only woman who I ever made love with in my previous state, and that helped. She says I am on my own now.

“Mr. Water Pick, eh. I think I will have to go by Wal-Mart tomorrow.” I did and I put it to use: practice, practice, practice.

It was two weeks later and I was at work. The damn register had run out of paper, and I was having a hell of a time installing a new roll as usual. My hair had fallen over my face and when I finished closing the register, I sat back and let out a sigh and brushed the hair back out of my eyes. There he was wearing slacks and an open neck shirt. There was this brush of salt and pepper hair sticking up in the open neck. He was smiling at me, and was absolutely gorgeous.

“Ciao bella, signorina.”

“Oh shit,” I said.

“Is something wrong? If my presence bothers you I can leave.”

“Yes, no, shit. Don’t go. Yes your presence bothers me. I’ll be okay in a second. You just caught me totally off guard.”

“Look, when do you go to lunch? I would like to talk to you.”

“Er, one o’clock. But …”

“No buts. I will see you at one.”

Oh my God! Giovanni Gigliotti wanted to talk to me, and he was in Redding. He was back at the shop five minutes early. My boss took over the register. She looked at him as he stood there. “Take all the time you want for lunch, sweety. It’s a slow day.”

Johnny took my hand, and looked at me. “Bellisima. Your hand is not so cold today.” Actually, I was on fire.

As we walked down the main corridor of the mall I realized I was quite a bit taller than he was. I was wearing three inch heels as they made me feel very feminine and sexy. I always seemed to get good reactions from the customers. Johnny didn’t seem to mind.

The waitress took us to a back table for two in the nicest restaurant in the mall. There were people waiting, and we walked right by them. Johnny had already taken steps to secure the table. The waitress, before saying anything else, brought two tall, narrow wine glasses and poured wine from a towel wrapped bottle into my glass before pouring it into his. I realized the bottle had been waiting in the bucket when we were seated. It had already been tasted and approved. Johnny had been doing a lot of preparation.

The wine was bubbly, and I sort of hoped it was my favorite and it was – Prosecco.

“Ah, Prosecco. I love it. How did you know?”

“I am Italian. What else is there to drink when having lunch with a beautiful woman?” This guy really had a line.

“I’m sorry I got so flustered when you showed up. I was having trouble with that damn register, and suddenly you were standing in front of me.”

“I wasn’t sure you would remember me. That made me very happy that I could affect you that way. Why do you work in a place like that?”

“Because it is a good job and it pays the rent. I am going to school a couple times a week, and they let me have a flexible schedule. (The state had settled with me for another 20 grand. It was nice but it certainly wasn’t much.) I am comfortable.

“What brings you to Redding?”

“My plane - oh, you mean why am I here,” he said with a twinkle in his eye, “Besides having lunch with a beautiful woman, I am here to attend the California Walnut Growers Association annual meeting.”

“Walnuts! I thought you were in citrus, oranges and stuff.”

“There’s a lot of ‘and stuff’. Being a good Catholic family, there are a lot of Gigliotti’s, and we seem to have interests throughout the San Joaquin and Sacramento Valleys. The kids and I own a lot of citrus of our own; however, the family has interests in about everything. We have grapes, pistachios, asparagus, tomatoes, walnuts and pecans.

“We’re a big family but most of our associations are business associations. My father moved south and started in the citrus business on his own. My two sons like it and are finishing degrees in agriculture at Davis. My daughter wants to be a lawyer, a consigliore. It is only fitting.”

He refilled my glass. I had ordered veal parmigiana preceded by a light salad. I was putting food in my mouth without realizing it.

“Tell me a little about you. I think you like music, opera. Your hand was cold, but I didn’t expect your reaction that day. Do you speak Italian?”

“No. I wish I did. I fell in love with opera and Puccini many years ago.”

“Your parents must have liked opera also, to name you Musetta.”

Oh shit! What was I going to say? For some reason I didn’t feel like lying. But how could I tell him? All of a sudden there were tears running down my face.

“Damn it, Musetta, I’m so sorry. I never should have said that. That was cruel of me.” He was holding my hands across the table. “I am Italian and I have connections. I had to know about you. I had to find out about the woman who captured my heart in about fifteen seconds. You are a very brave person Musetta Floria Meyers, and I love you for it. I shouldn’t have tested you like that. I want to know you a lot better than I do now, but it wouldn’t be fair to you to pretend I don’t know your past.

“Please give me a chance to prove my sincerity. Would you please accompany me to a dinner this Friday night? I don’t want to lose you. I want you to walk with me so I can say this is a beautiful, brave woman who deserves the respect of everyone.”

I should have been so mad at him. He confessed later that he’d allowed his sense of irony to put him in a position that he never wanted to be in.

“Musetta, it doesn’t matter. Shit, it does matter, but not in the way you think. I lost my wife three years ago to a stroke. We were soul mates since high school. There is something about your spirit that reminds me so much of her. You are different, so different. But you’re not. You are a very open and honest woman. If I hadn’t made that stupid comment, I think you would have told me before the day was over. Please, please find a place in your heart to forgive me and be my companion this Friday. The only reason I came to this meeting was to have an excuse to see you again.”

Shit. What could I say? There hadn’t been an hour go by over the last three weeks that I hadn’t thought about him. I had been trying to think of some reason to go back to Bakersfield so that I could see him again. I didn’t want to act like some wanton hussy, but that was what I was. I wanted him, and I wanted him as a woman wants a man. If I had any doubts about my sexuality in the past they were all gone now. I wanted a mate. I wanted to be loved and be made love to. Thank you, Jan!

I dabbed my eyes and looked sadly at him. I think he expected the worst. “Johnny, I would be honored to go just about anywhere with you. Of course I will go to dinner with you. Thank you for asking me.”

When I got off work, I called Jo and asked if she would be home that evening. I had some important things to talk to her about.

Fanny greeted me at the door, and preceded my entrance to the home with her usual shouted introduction.

“Musetta, what’s going on? You sounded so excited.”

I did? I didn’t realize it.

“Jo, do you remember the fellow I told you about, the guy who runs the citrus business?”

“Sure, you wouldn’t stop talking about him.”

“Well, he’s up here at some sort of conference, and they are having a big dinner party this Friday. He came to the store and took me to lunch. Then he asked me to go to the dinner with him.

“Jo, he knows about me. He says it doesn’t matter. The only reason he came up here was to see me. I’m panicking. I’ve never been on a real date with anyone. What do I wear? What do I do?”

“Is this the Walnut Growers affair?” Jo asked.

“Yes it is. How did you know?”

“Just a lucky guess. Mike and I are going. This hasn’t been released to the public yet, but Mike is the next Chief of Police. Chief Krewzewski can’t go, and we are going in his place. This is a big deal. What do you have to wear?”

“I don’t have anything. I’ve never thought about it.”

“We probably don’t have enough time to go shopping for anything major. Thank God we are about the same size.

“Fanny, we have our work cut out for us. Musetta, let’s go back to the bedroom. I have an idea.”

I followed her back to the spacious bedroom and walk-in closet. I wondered what she’d in mind.

“I have a dress back here that I can no longer get into. As Fanny will attest to, my boobs have failed to shrink back to their previous perky state. That’s the problem with nursing four babies. A while ago, we bought some new cocktail and party dresses, and I put this one away because it is rather special to me. Do you know what an LBD is?”

I did know, and had dreamed of the day I could wear one. I nodded as Jo pulled this little number out of a hanging storage bag. I knew it wasn’t new, but I knew it was good. I hoped desperately that I could get into it.

“Ten years ago, my future sister-in-law explained all of this to me and I bought my first LBD. It might be a bit dated, but on you, who cares. You are going to look so good that nobody but a fashion snob is going to notice. Fuck ‘em.

“I’ve noticed something over the last few months. You are filling out quite a bit. Your face has filled out a little too. Those little sharp areas are gone. I think you have matured as a woman, so to speak. It looks good on you. Now strip down to your panties and we will see if this will work. If it doesn’t, we are going to have to go shopping.”

I stripped and stood there while Fanny and Jo took this wonderful little black dress and dropped it over my head and pulled it into place. Jo zipped it up. It felt good. It was tight in all the right places. Jo’s demand for my physical fitness was showing many positive benefits. My cleavage was fabulous and the dress showed miles of legs

“Wow,” exclaimed Fanny, “Your boobs have really filled out. It fits really cool.”

Jo was giving me a critical eye. “It fits you like a glove.” She picked up my bra and examined it. “Musetta, I’m pleased to say this bra is probably too small.”

When I first bought bras years ago I bought a 40 and stuffed it. The increased level of female hormones I had been taking over the last few years and the absence of testosterone had caused my musculature to shrink, and I was now wearing a 38 inch band. I had been filling a B-cup but had noted lately it was getting tight. I looked down and there were red creases all over my breasts and I was sure they were elsewhere too.

“You need some new lingerie, and we need to get you an appointment for that beautiful head of hair you have. You are going to have to see Yolanda. You are going to knock this guy dead.”

Fanny raced off while I dressed. Jo had gone over to her black bag and rummaged around a bit. She came back and put a half dozen foil wrapped items into my hand.

“Just in case.”

Chapter 19

Dearest Richard,

I have met someone and things are happening very fast. I am going to meet his family. He knows about me and he knows about you and how I feel about you. It doesn’t bother him. He said he wants to thank you for looking out for me and keeping me from getting hurt. He’s not jealous at all and says that if anyone thinks that love between a man and a woman can only be between two people, then it is that person’s loss.

Everyone sends their deepest appreciation for what you did. Maybe someday someone will recognize that you are not the same man. They are beginning to realize that up here.

My schooling is going slowly. I have been getting mostly A’s and a few B’s. At two courses a quarter this is going to take a while. I actually got an ‘A’ in Business Math. Who would have thought!

I don’t seem to be growing any more in those special places. What has happened has been beyond my wildest expectations. Jo has given me some of her older dresses, and they fit perfectly. Richie, I am so happy and miss you so much.

Yours always,

Musetta

As I drove home that night I thought about the parallels in my life to the fictional character played by Julia Roberts in the classic movie Pretty Woman. Superficially, there were some similarities, but then I realized there were really a lot of dissimilarities as well. Yes, Johnny was rich, but his life wasn’t fucked up like the character’s life in the movie was. He was a kind man who had lost a loving wife. He had a family, and apparently they loved him. When we met, I was just another woman, and I had the good fortune to get his attention. It was ‘boy meets girl’ and instant attraction.

I got off at 2:00 the next day and Jo met me for a late lunch. With the dress taken care of, Jo was concerned about undergarments and some other things. “Years ago my future sister-in-law took me under her tutelage. I was very fashion challenged and still am a bit today, although MK and MJ both agree that I am now safe enough to go shopping on my own. You are going to get to meet MJ, Franz and their brood in a few weeks. It’s ski time again. Anyway, MK brought me here to get some essential items that were a bit beyond what Macy’s was supplying at the time. That may not be exactly true now but there is something about buying sexy stuff at Victoria’s Secret.”

The sales manager rushed up, and she and Jo exchanged hugs. “Dr. O’Donnell, it’s so good to see you.”

“Juliette, this is Musetta Meyers. Her situation is not nearly as hopeless as mine was those many years ago. She has inherited my LBD, and I want to make sure it looks as good on her as it did on me.”

We picked out some pleasant ‘nothings’. God! I could wear a thong and I didn’t have to hide anything. There was my little pouty beauty revealed under the thin material just the way I wanted it to be. Jo insisted on some very sexy bras and a couple of baby doll nightie sets. We also bought some very nice camisoles. I got the feeling Jo expected me to be sexy for someone beside myself, and I knew exactly who.

We set an appointment for the following afternoon with Yolanda at the salon. Jo wanted me to be perfect, and although I knew I couldn’t be perfect, not the way Jo was, I wanted to look my best. We decided I would go to Jo’s place after my hair appointment, and Johnny would meet us there. Mike and Johnny had met earlier, so he wouldn’t be a total stranger when he arrived.

I went home riding on cloud nine. I fixed a Lean Cuisine and a glass of Chardonnay. Then it was off to the tub to soak in some wonderful bath oils, and take care of any stray hairs. I might have to have Yolanda give me another laser treatment. Then it was practice time. I was getting better, and the nice thing was I was no longer restricted by what was stored in some seminal vesicles. Everything was so much better.

Yolanda is a magician, and I told her so.

“No, my niña, your hair is beautiful. Many would kill for it. The color is fabulous. We are going to trim it a little and give you a very light set, just to make it hold for tonight. You will be the belle of the ball.”

Yolanda also did my makeup. I don’t care what she says; she is a magician. She did so much with so little. I hustled my bod over to Jo’s and Fanny met me at the door. She was dressed in a robe and it turned out that she was also attending the dinner. John would not be accompanying her this time. Fanny was an attractive young woman, and had supplied some of the entertainment at one of the cocktail hours the previous day. She had made quite an impression on the attendees.

Jo looked fabulous as usual. I know she complained about being top heavy, but she carried it so well. There would be tongues hanging out tonight. By the time Fanny completed dressing she looked twenty-five. Her makeup wasn’t overdone. She just carried herself like her mother did. She was a confident young woman, and her relationship with John had done a lot to help her maturity. I don’t know what to say about the way I felt and looked. Jo had found some pads to insert in my strapless bra. I think they were Fanny’s. They pushed me up a bit, but frankly and marvelous to say, I didn’t need them and they were set aside. I turned slowly in front of the mirror and noted my little tummy pushed that area out perfectly. I was so happy I didn’t need a girdle and that any one could see there was nothing on under the dress but the bare minimum.

Johnny arrived on time and Jo greeted him at the door. Fanny and I were waiting in the living room. When Johnny came around the corner he started, and I don’t think it was put on.

“Bellisima! You are a princesa, a princess.” He was so handsome, so Italian and so genuine. Mike and Fanny took turns taking some pictures of us.

We arrived at La Mer Francaise in style. Johnny had rented a Mercedes sedan and Johnny and I went by ourselves. He scared me a bit because he kept looking at me instead of the traffic. The valets took care of the parking, and the five of us entered a nice little banquet room together. There was a string quartet playing some wonderful Strauss waltzes. I noted a very small dance floor to one side. Before I knew it a glass of champagne was pressed into my hand. Jo and I certainly garnered some appreciative and jealous looks. Johnny took me around and introduced me to his friends. It was becoming very obvious that Johnny had a lot of stature among the people there. Speaking of stature, Jo and I thought it would be best if we didn’t stand out too much. We opted for two inch heels although I could have easily gone to four or five inches. In my previous life, ‘fuck me’ heels were standard.

During the dinner I kept feeling Johnny’s hand resting on my thigh. He wasn’t grabbing me or rubbing me. It was just a gentle, warm reminder there was this handsome, virile man sitting next to me, and we really were attracted to each other. I don’t think he was trying to be sexual. I think he was trying to reassure me that everything was fine.

During dessert, Fanny excused herself. “I have something to do now.” Mike and Jo didn’t know about it, but Fanny was part of the after dinner entertainment. The man at the head of the table got everyone’s attention. “Ladies, gentlemen, we have a special surprise tonight. In our attendance is a special young lady, the daughter of some very special people. She asked if she could join the quartet in doing something for everyone tonight.”

Fanny was standing to one side during the introduction before she walked to the microphone. “Many years ago, before my father and mother were married, they were finally reunited here in Redding after too many years separation. It wasn’t really a date, but Mom got my dad to come to a concert she was performing in at the theater down the street. They had had this awful falling out years before, and Mom was so happy she could play for dad again. Anyway, she and the quartet, some of these same people by the way, played this piece. This is dedicated to Mom, Dad and a special friend, Musetta Meyers. We hope everyone enjoys it.

“Oh my God,” whispered Jo. “What is she doing?”

Fanny took her place at the piano and struck a key, and the strings retuned. Fanny took control and they were off. I could see Jo and Mike were both moved. Jo cried more easily than I did and this was no exception. I wasn’t that familiar with the music, but I had heard it before. It was Brahms’ Piano Quintet in F Minor. What a fabulous, emotional piece of music. There was an ovation at the end, and Jo and I had to excuse ourselves to repair our makeup.

When we returned we hugged and kissed Fanny. She was excusing herself for the evening. John was coming by and they were going out for a while with some friends. The quartet came back after a brief break and started some gentle dance music. Johnny pulled me to the floor. I am not a dancer but there was something about him that made dancing with him easy. I noticed something else, and Jo didn’t miss it either. After a couple of dances, Jo suggested we go to the ladies room.

“Give me your car keys.”

“What? I haven’t had that much to drink.”

“I know but someone is going to have to take your car to your apartment later on.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean Johnny has no intentions of sleeping alone tonight, and I don’t think you do either. You don’t need to be wasting your time ferrying cars across town. It will be at your place in the morning. They’ll drop the keys in the slot. Have a wonderful evening. Mike and I are going to head out.”

Johnny and I danced a few more numbers, and his interest had not appreciably declined. I feigned some weariness, and we said our goodbyes. There was a cold wind and he held me close as we waited for the car to be brought up. He felt and smelled so good.

I was helped in the car while he went around to his side and got in. He looked at me for a moment.

“Please take me to my apartment.”

He looked at me with sort of a hurt puppy dog look. I gave him the directions and five minutes later we pulled into the slot at my door. He was such a gentleman as he escorted me to the door. I think he thought the evening was over.

He held me close, trying to decide whether to kiss me or not. I took the initiative and basically sucked his tongue into my mouth. I took my keys and placed them in his hand. ”Get me inside before I freeze to death.”

He unlocked the door and opened it letting me in first. I pulled him in behind me and kicked the door closed. I had never been so horny in my life. I put another lip lock on him and started leaving a trail of his clothing on the floor on the way to my bedroom. I moved the thermostat up a few notches and stood in front of him. By this time he was in his tented shorts, socks and tee shirt.

“Your turn Giovanni.” I held up my arms and turned so he could unzip me. The dress gathered around my waist before it puddled on the floor. His hands gently cradled my breasts. His thumbs and forefingers were gently pulling on my nipples, and there were jolts of electricity going straight to my groin. He turned me and he looked me in the eye. “My God you are beautiful.”

I pulled his shirt off and got my first look at one of the hairiest torsos I had ever seen. For some reason it was a huge turn on. I pulled his shorts down and he kicked them off. I wasn’t even close to being disappointed. He was no porn star. I had seen enough of them, and most of them couldn’t get it up for long. I knew we would be a perfect physical fit. I intended to find out about the rest soon. “Please,” I said indicating my thong. He knelt down and gently pulled it off. The next thing I knew, his tongue was buried in me. It was only the second to be there.

He gently led me to the bed and continued to worship my body. As much as I wanted to come, I wanted him to be in me if at all possible when I did come. I pulled him up to me. “Please make love to me. No other man ever has, and I want you so much.” I could tell I was getting wet, but I wasn’t sure it would be enough so I handed him a tube of lube. I stopped: the rubbers. “Just a second, I need to get some protection.” I don’t think he wanted to wait but he did. I did the little trick that Jan did with me years before. Remember, I was very good at what I did.

“Jesus!” I had to slow him down and I knew how to do that too. Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I opened myself to him hoping that all my practice and dilation would reward me for my efforts. He was very gentle and very strong. He slowly penetrated me, and the feelings of completeness were overwhelming. He gently worked in and out and finally reached his maximum penetration. I could tell I had a little room left, and that pleased me. It also meant that his penetration wouldn’t hurt or damage me. At last I was a woman making love to a man. He was inside me and I had captured him. It was Yin and Yang. I think I might have been crying a bit. I couldn’t help but start moving and he let me find the pace that was right for me. He braced himself and leaned over to pull on my breast with his lips. He was there just a little behind me. He knew I was close, and I started gasping a little. The tingles radiated from my pussy to the back of my neck and shoulders and my toes started to curl. Then it hit me. His breathing was becoming more rapid and suddenly he stiffened and thrust hard into me. Practice makes perfect, and if this wasn’t perfect I didn’t care. This was plenty good enough. Besides, I knew he would be there in the morning. There was no question in my mind.

We waited in silence for a while. He held me close and pulled the blankets over us. “Was it worth the wait my darling Musetta? All those years: it had to have been awful, not knowing if you could ever be where you are now.”

“It’s worth it because you are here with me. I used to dream of making love to a handsome prince. Someone almost destroyed that dream. You gave me more pleasure tonight than I ever had before. Most of the pleasure was because you were making love to me. That’s what completed me. The physical pleasure is a wonderful bonus that I think I put too much significance on.

“Johnny, I fell in love with you that afternoon. I didn’t know you, and I didn’t know your past. There was just something there.”

“I must confess,” he said in between gentle kisses on my breasts, “I fell in love with you then also. I had to know about you. Damn, you are good looking, but there was something else, something about those beautiful brown eyes of yours. There was such sadness, and yet there was this look of hope. I had to know.

“Jason unwittingly gave me the information I needed, and I hired a detective. I know records have been changed, and past events have been erased; however, it’s amazing what a good detective can do with the proper incentive. The more I found out, the more I fell in love with you. You are such a strong woman. You were dealt with so cruelly and so wrongly. You fought for what you wanted. I know you know you made some pretty bad choices, but your options were limited.

“Joe and Elaine Maxwell gave me some keen insight to what you had been going through. They are so sorry they lost track of you, and want to see you as soon as possible. I spent a lot of time in the air and on the road before I came here.”

I was running my fingers through the hair on his chest. I thought about what he was saying. Not only did he know about me, he knew everything about me and he was here making love to me. He was real. In a way it was a huge relief. I didn’t have to worry about some little transgression suddenly popping up and having to try to explain it. It apparently didn’t really matter to him either.

“Is there some reason you are telling me this? I wasn’t a very nice person.”

“That’s where you are wrong, Musetta. You have always been a nice person, perhaps too nice. Certainly, you were naïve. That’s what Bill and Lester told me. They told me if I didn’t treat you right they would have me killed. It turns out Lester knows the same contractor I know. I have no reason to doubt him. Those two guys love you very much. They have invited us to their place for the next weekend by the way. I like their cooking and hot tub.

“Your brothers and sisters are fine about you. They really are. I had to bribe them to keep silent. I am not going to tell you what the bribe was. I’m sorry to say your parents are still shitheads, but we don’t need them anyway.

“I came back on Monday, and talked to Jan and Jason. By the way, she just found out she is pregnant. She was very upset with Jason for spilling some of the beans. Actually, all he told me was where you were from and where you and Jan had worked. Once my investigator got your social security number everything fell into place. Was I shocked? Absolutely not; you just had a little problem taken care of.

“Momma says I talk too much. So that’s all I am going to say for now. No there’s a couple of other things. I hate rubbers. I have made love to only one other woman in my life. I know I don’t have to worry about you, and you don’t have to worry about me.”

We never used condoms again. It was even better after that. My car was parked out front in the morning.

We showered together in the morning and I shaved his face with a new razor while we stood under the hot water. Afterwards he tongued me to a wonderful orgasm, and I couldn’t resist returning the favor. He couldn’t keep his hands off my body. Don’t ever let me get used to this.

We were thinking about going out for breakfast when Jo called inviting us over for brunch. “How did you know he was here?” I asked.

“He wasn’t at the hotel.”

Next: Their romance takes off. Musetta leaves out many of the details, but it is obvious that she and Johnny are getting along very well. Then he takes her to Hawaii.