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Introduction:

Their romance continues.
ELIZABETH TO BETH-CHAPTER 3
BY BEAGLE9690
OCTOBER 2012

“Well Beth, I suppose we should get started,” Richard sighed as he handed me the scissors while stepping naked onto the large bath towel I spread on the floor for him, “I’ll have you know this kind of thing is new to me.”

“It won’t be so bad and it’s new to me too. You are going to taste delicious. I love mine this way and the thought of you being smooth and hairless down there is so darn sexy. I can hardly wait to suck on your cock. I’ve always wanted to do this with the right man.”

“Am I the right man?’ He asked as I started snipping off the bulk of his thick blond pubic hair in preparation for the razor.

“You’ll look like a male porn star when I’m done with you,” I replied, teasing him.

“The right man is a male porn star?” he teased back, “I just hope I can live up to your expectations.”

“The right man is you and so far so good. The perfect fantasy is you with a thick full thick head of hair. I might be open to you having a small ponytail one of these days when you retire.

I fantasized about you having smooth hairless balls along with everything else down there for me to lick and suck on; especially now your awful mustache is gone. Don’t you have any intimate kinks or fantasies to share with me? Be truthful now."

“Don’t be ridiculous!"

“Be careful what you say sweetheart, I’m holding scissors.”

“I beg your pardon, Beth.”

“You have a fetish for long hair," I suggested.

“Maybe.”

“Not maybe Richard, definitely.”

“OK, I’ll concede a preference for long hair.”

“Just long hair? It’s just you and me sharing intimate thoughts. You might be surprised that I’m turned on by your fantasies…. there I’m done with the scissors. Get in the bathtub so I can lather you and shave.”

And when he did Richard asked,” It will remain between you and me, right?”

“Yes, intimate secrets between us.”

“What about the Catholic thing of confession, specifically your cousin the Priest?”

“No not even there or him,” I assured him, Do you want me to suggest what else I believe turns you on?" He didn't answer. “You like being in charge,” as I continued to shave him.

“I’ll concede that."

"Good, we are making progress. I enjoy letting you be in charge most of the time."

"I concede that too. You know your own mind Beth; I found that out at my own peril. I still have the bruises on my arms and shoulders where you cousins were holding me.”

“You just needed to be pointed in the right direction sweetheart.”

“And thank goodness that you did.”

“You fantasize having subservient women at your beck and call.”

“OK, you got me there, but that is pretty standard with most men and a lucky guess.”

“There, you see we’re talking.”

“So we are, stop for a moment to kiss me my lady.”

And when I kissed him, I love you Elizabeth Susan Adamczyk.

“I love you too, and If it will make you feel better, sweetheart, I never talked like this with anybody until now… until the right man came along,” while applying more lather to shave him a second time and wanting to suck on his cock.

“For a man who is not afraid of anything I can tell discussing such things is not easy for you and that is part of your charm, that plus you cuddle so nicely.”

“Don't forget the right woman to cuddle with,” Richard added, touching my face lightly as I finished shaving him.

While I was rinsing him, “Admit it. Some small part of you enjoyed putting the handcuffs on me.

Richard didn’t admit it as toweled himself off in front mirror, however, I knew that it did. He rubbed his groin and balls giving me a weak smile.

“It’s one more thing to shave every morning while in the shower and if it pleases you my love, so much the better.”

“It does and you didn’t answer about the handcuffs.”

“I’m still thinking about it.”

“You’re impossible.”

“You’re incredibly beautiful.”

“Flattery will get you somewhere. Look, we’re twins down here,” I teased him as I rubbed some soothing unscented baby oil on his groin giving him a big erection, “don’t change the subject please.

“I was angry afterward, Richard. I was angry because I was bound and helpless. I was angry because a part of me was aroused by it. I have lived most of my life as an independent woman unafraid to speak my mind. I’m not accustomed to being ordered about.”

“Yes and you are speaking it now.”

Are you aroused by putting handcuffs on me?”

“Maybe.”

“Oh, it’s maybe now? Maybe is halfway there” I replied, putting my arms around Richard’s neck and kissing his lips, “your cock is hard merely talking about it….”

I was thinking, ‘Boy oh boy, Beth really has me number. That arouses Beth? What a nice surprise. What about silk scarves for a blindfold? Beth already lets me play with her hair.’

I put my arms around her waist and kissed Beth’s luscious lips long and deep, “If you keep up this carnal interrogation I’m likely to confess everything.”

“Really, well if that’s the case how do you feel about silk scarves, sweetheart?”

Well, Beth, if you have some in your apartment maybe you’ll find out……………..”

Beth went to her apartment and while she was gone I took the time to shave my face. Clean shaven means so much to her and if that is all it takes to be kissed by her, I’m sold.

I smiled to myself as I was shaving thinking how much I love Beth; she is my earth angel. I have someone to share my life with again.

I’ll gladly start attending church with Beth. I’m sure Father Stanislaus is going to insist on that.

Beth did get me good though the night of our engagement party and I deserved it.

“Here they are,” Beth said returning with three large silk shawl-scarves, here is a red one, a blue one and a green one; I’m calling your bluff,” she declared pinching my ass I rinsed my face with cold water and patted it dry.

Beth placed the scarves on the wicker clothes hamper and reached for my shaving balm. She poured some in her little hands, patting and rubbing it on my face, “Yum-yum, smooth as a baby’s bottom but twice as handsome; thank you sweetheart.”

“I admit it. I enjoyed it, Beth.”

“The shaving balm, the handcuffs or both?”

“The shaving balm. Shall we spice things up a bit my beautiful lady……………….”

Richard took my hair out of the bun and brushed it before putting it up into a high ponytail on the top of my head, wrapping two elastic hair ties on the ponytail to hold it in place.

“Perfect my love. It’s out of the way of the blindfold and I have a nice ponytail to play with. We’ll take things slow and I’ll just blindfold you for now, yes the red one I think,” he picked it up from the top of the wicker hamper, “close your eyes.”
“Aren’t you going to use the handcuffs?” I asked as he tied the scarf snugly in place.

“No beautiful not tonight. Since our shared fantasy is consensual I’ll save that for when you least expect it,” and he pulled me close to him and kissed my lips.

“I knew it,” I said kissing him back, “this calls for a special reward, you’re in for one humdinger of a blowjob.”

“I want you to explore me with your imagination and sense of touch and taste and then I you.”

I reached up and put my hands on his shoulders, leaning forward to kiss his mouth, kissing him long and deep, and my tongue caressing his.

My big sweetheart is a solid substantial man. I explored his head and face with my hands as we kissed, memorizing his features with my fingers starting to get aroused and still wanting to suck on his cock.

My fingers were in his short blond hair that growing out nicely. It was starting to feel silky on the top. This is a nice contrast to the shorter hair on sides that was bristly in places when I ran my fingers against the grain and I could feel his hard cock pressed up against me.

‘He’s mine” I was thinking, ‘ truly and forever and I will dominate his cock with my lips and tongue so that he will know he is mine…what a wonderfully naughty thought. My mother would be scandalized that I would even think of having a man’s cock in my mouth………….’

Beth took a step back stumbling and I caught her pulling her close to kiss her lips, “You are so incredibly beautiful that you take my breath away.

I can smell your musky woman smell enhanced by your perfume and it’s driving me wild with desire for you.

I was thinking, ‘I want you now, Beth, but I’m holding myself back because you have always been worth the wait starting from the first day we met.’

“You’re doing fine, baby, and I can never have too many of your warm hugs or luscious kisses……”

Richard called me baby and he’s never called me that before? I like it…. his baby, my sweetheart….my big strong sweetheart.

I ran my hands down Richard’s bare hard chest and felt the hard ropey muscles on his arms, back and chest. I started kissing and licking him, working his way down his hard chest and flat stomach caressing him with my hands until I was kneeling in front of him.

I squeezed his firm ass and ran my little hands down his muscular legs. I then took his hands and kissed them. They are larger than mine, warm strong and callused. I’ll never forget the embarrassed look on his face the day he lifted me up so effortlessly with his big strong hands and put me on the tractor seat; all part and parcel of his simple honest charm.

Richard’s cock is longer and thicker than Sean’s, god bless Sean that disingenuous Symplocarpus foetidus. It was now standing at attention for me to lick and use as I please.
I took it gently in my hands measuring the girth and length, burning the dimensions of my man’s manhood into my memory while kissing his balls and licking the tip of his cock, teasingly. I love his shaved balls and groin.

“It is your turn, baby” He said taking my little hands in his large ones and helping me to my feet.

My sweetheart took my face in his hands and kissed my lips and mouth long and deep sighing with contentment. I know he loves me as I know the sun will shine each morning and set each night.

Richard took his hands and stroked the back nape of my neck following the shape of my head and face while kissing my mouth again sighing with contentment.

“You are a blessing baby, a second chance in a lifetime when some men never have one.”

He kissed my cheeks and ears and neck; behind my ears… everywhere, places I have never been kissed before and I was tingling all over thinking about of all that I have been missing. Richard was kissing me as if I were the most precious thing in the cosmos.

Richard worked his way down my neck and shoulders but lingered at the base of my throat by taking in the scent of her perfume I dabbed on for him in my apartment….the same that his wife once used.

I was content to know I shared something in spirit with Bea besides him. Margret confided to me that Bea was a generous and giving woman well known in the community for her charitable works.

She pretended not to see when my big sweetheart put the perfume bottle in his pocket on the day they cleaned out the closet.

Richard intuitively sensed the significance of the perfume and I smiled to myself thinking “he notices all the little scents and details.”

I was absolutely dripping between my legs with the sweet juices of my arousal. His hands and fingers were everywhere touching probing lingering on my shoulders, on the small my back; rubbing and teasing and squeezing my shorn flower and kissing and licking me in places I have never been touched before.

My sweetheart gradually worked his way down until he was on his knees, kissing and caressing and once there he stood up to study me and I was thinking, ‘He is devouring me with his eyes like the first time he did in the bedroom after he caught me there…such wonderfully bold eyes looking at me. I can feel them if not see them.’

Richard took my hands and kissed them both. He then picked me up underneath my knees and cradled me as would a groom carrying a new bride over a threshold, the threshold of our bedroom…our bedroom and placed me gently on the bed.

“You have beautiful breasts my surrogate wife. They are meant to be licked and touched and so I shall.”

He lay down beside me and started licking and sucking on her breasts. I was caressing his head and face with my hands moaning and gasping with pleasure.

I pushed my vagina up into his hand as he was stroking me as he parted my pussy lips to get to my sweet, swollen clitoris making me gasp and pant and moan all the louder.

“Richard, I want to come, I want you to kiss me…oh god that feels so good and I want to suck on your big cock.”

He continued stroking my swollen clitoris while bringing me to the peak of orgasm and suddenly stopped.

“The best for last, baby. I want to taste your sweet and delicious shaved pussy,” Richard went down on me licking and sucking and teasing while I lay there and thrusting my dripping wet and in his mind sweet and delicious pussy into his face for him to lick harder……………………...

Beth’s hands were above her head and in her hair and she was rolling her head to from side to side as the first orgasm washed over her and I was still not finished with her.

I am the luckiest man in the world! I have a woman who enjoys sex as much as I do….and yet is so prim, proper and wonderfully independent and confident lady in her public life. The contrast of the two is a fantasy all by itself.


“My favorite dessert is my baby and you taste sweeter than the honey of the bee.”

I rolled Beth over onto her stomach and then had her get up on her hands and knees; my dam was about to burst and now that my baby was satisfied. I rammed my hard cock into her still dripping pussy while holding onto Beth’s hips and pounding her relentlessly, my his balls slapping against her ass cheeks………

I was thinking, “It’s like I’m a filly mare being fucked by a stallion, wow, now there’s a thought. My god it feels so good…I can feel his balls slapping against my bottom.’

Richard’s lustful thrusts increased in speed and in power as he reached forward to grab my ponytail. He twisted it around his hand and pulled my head back as he continued pounding me while holding me in place with my hair, the hair I grew long for my true love and future husband.

This heightened my arousal, holding onto my mane as he fucked me. I am so glad that my hair is long for him, for us and our shared imaginations and fantasies.

I was bucking and panting and moaning in the troughs of honest sexual ecstasy as my second orgasm washed over me; it was much better than the first. I don’t have to hold back with him; Richard is intimidated at all by my violent orgasms. On the other hand that skunk cabbage Sean expected me to just lie there quietly.

I could feel Richard’s hot thick and rich stallion semen being pumped into my dripping and swollen ravaged cunt as he came.

He was breathing in and out deeply while softly moaning. I was determined not to waste a single drop. I will lick his cock clean with my mouth when he rolled off and the hell with my mother’s old fashioned ideas about sex and hurray for my imagination.

Such was my orgasm that I rolled off of Beth onto my back to get my thoughts together and let the memory of that orgasm linger in my mind, daydreaming, “For such a proper public lady my baby is so hot, and if you’ll excuse the expression a great fuck...Wow.

Beth is so beautiful and sexy both ways that I can hardly stand it.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow and our turkey dinner, a meal we will make together…….’

My after-orgasm daydream allowed Beth her opening to see if she could get me hard again to brand him with her mouth and tongue.

With her blindfold still on, Beth started kissing my stomach, working her way down to my cock, licking and sucking on the tip as her silky brown ponytail fell forward tickling my chest and stomach……………

Richard reached up and gathered my ponytail in his hand to keep it out of my mouth and he was instantly hard again and I was thinking…”He tastes delicious and he is mining now. His big cock belongs in my mouth as his tongue and lips belong in my pussy.”

Besides greatly enjoying oral sex after first experiencing it with Richard, I subscribe to the old adage that a wife who gives a dynamite blow well into their marriage will always keep her man from straying, particularly if she loves him and swallows.

My Mom who I love dearly was such a prude about those things. She and Dad slept in separate beds in the same room for as long as can remember. Richard slept in the same bed with his wife most of his adult life and now has me to cuddle with.

Margaret adored her late husband and what better way to stroke a man’s ego than to swallow; that was Margaret’s motto, my fellow conspirator, God bless her.

Margaret’s other saying is “any man worth his weight in salt will please his wife first”. I’d bet a years’ salary that Margaret was a hot number in her day.

Richard is certainly worth his salt. He plays his tongue and lips in my pussy Stradivarius; his lips and tongue are the bow bringing out the orgasmic melodies of nirvana and Shangri-La.

I’m going suck cock and get a fresh load of his rich, creamy semen squirted into my mouth just like whipped cream

I have been doing that since I was a little girl much to my mother’s indignant displeasure, squirting the whipped cream that comes in a pressurized can into my mouth, one of life’s simple but naughty pleasures……………………

I was trying to hold back and prolong this marvelous blowjob but the first clear pre-cum escaped despite my best efforts. The blindfold was starting to slide down so I took it off of her.

Beth stopped and looked at me smiling and licking her lips and sticking her tongue out to tease me, “You’re mine my surrogate husband; be a good boy and let me finish branding you as mine.”

I took Beth’s hair out of the ponytail letting it drop onto my stomach and chest like a silky brown waterfall. When she went down on me again, licking and sucking. I pulled Beth’s tresses forward from the back and arranged it to cover my chest……

Richard’s hands were buried in my hair to holding me in place when his orgasm washed over him. He filled my mouth with gobs of his thick, creamy semen and savored every bit before marveling at the rich complex taste, swallowing every bit while wishing for more thinking, “His seed tastes so complex. It’s hard to describe...hmm... a little salty, a little sweet, but creamy and rich; definitely hints of testosterone, but mostly it tastes like my stud man…….’

I put my arms above my head stretching and smiling while Beth scooted up and knelt over me while straddling my hips on her knees.

Beth threw her head back to arrange most of her hair over her back and shoulders while letting some the front fall forward for her hazel eyes to do a peek-a-boo through, making me think, ‘Peek-a-boo-eyes, you are spoiling me already for there is almost nothing like a humdinger blowjob and you did it so nicely. It is so comforting to have someone to sleep with again; someone beautiful and smart and you’re mine now….. My surrogate wife until our future wedding vows.’

“Well what do you think?” Beth asked.

“I think you’re sexy as hell peek-a-boo eyes.”

“Is that all?” Beth asked shaking her head, her hair bouncing about her back and shoulders.

“You’re a good kisser.”

“Just a good kisser?”

“Your lips are sweet and intoxicating, baby.”

“Much better. I’m going to put on my nightgown and make us some hot chocolate since you insist on sleeping with the window open. We can drink it up here and cuddle before bedtime. We have a lot to do tomorrow. Won’t that be nice, sweetheart?”

“Great idea, thank you.”

“Here is another great idea. I want you to braid my hair. A simple three-strand braid will do.”

“Yes, Ma’am……….”

The storm hit us full force overnight. Richard was up before me and outside with the tractor plowing the driveway while I made us breakfast.

Richard came in covered in snow from head to foot like a snowman. I met him outside of the mudroom door with a steaming cup of strong black coffee after he shed his wet cloths.

I was thinking, ‘we definitely need some new rubber mats for out boots and shoes…. I’d like to paint this room a bright yellow to brighten it up a bit….oh yes new curtains and white lace sheers on the widows….green curtains over the lace sheers will look nice’ These thoughts made me smile because this was my house now and I’m sure he’d let paint or do almost anything I wanted within reason so I kissed his cold cheek.

“Beth, what did one snowman say to the other snowman?”

“I don’t know, what did he say?”

“Do you smell carrots?” What a funny, silly thing to say; he had me laughing. This was the first joke I heard my sweetheart tell so I kissed his lips and ruffled his hair, flattened from his knit watch cap hat.

“Wow, what a sunny smile on a cold winter morning. Is that all I get?” he asked tugging on my braid.

“Of course not, I’ll make you bacon and eggs.”

“How about a hug and then another kiss with your intoxicating lips?”

“Close the door first; you’re letting all the heat out. Do you think money grows on trees?”

“You sound exactly like a wife when you talk like that,” Richard put his coffee cup on the counter to hug me and gave my ass a playful slap “Would you mind running upstairs and getting my slippers; my feet are cold? And oh yes my pipe and tobacco. How did that sound?”

“You sound like a typical husband,” I put my arms around my big sweetheart’s neck and kissed his lips,” You don’t smoke, remember. You don’t own a pair of slippers and you already put on dry wool socks and sneakers.”

“Oh yes, since that’s the case let’s have breakfast and afterward I’ll help you prepare our Christmas dinner…..”

We played Christmas music singing along as we bustled about the kitchen, lighthearted and happy, chopping this and mixing that; preparing our meal together. It had been far too long for me while it was Beth’s first time; my first time with her. We were lovers…we were partners…we were soon to be married.

Christmas presents weren’t necessary we had each other and we celebrated our holiday with intimate touches hugs and kisses.

I was taking our special turkey out of the oven when the doorbell rang and Beth left to answer it.

‘Who can that possibly be in this weather?’ I was thinking, ‘If I hadn’t taken the time off work one of those idiots would be me. Other than necessary services such as the Police or emergencies only a nut case would be out now with the roads closed down.’

“Sweetheart,” Beth called from the front door, “there’s somebody here to see you.”

I put the turkey pan on the stove lifting the cover to admire our carefully basted and wonderfully browned bird. I went to the front door not bothering to take off the oven mitts. Beth was standing by the closed front door. She put her arms around my neck and kissed my lips, “I love you,” she cooed, walking away smiling.

I opened the door….there was nobody there. It was still snowing so hard you couldn’t see three feet in any direction.

I turned on the porch to face the open door and hollered inside, “Beth there’s…..”Somebody grabbed me from behind and pulled right off the porch into the snow. Did you ever try and make a fist wearing oven mitts?

Caught by surprise whoever it was managed to get me in a wrist lock and up on my toes….damn that hurt.

“Good afternoon, my son. It’s colder than the devil’s heart out here.”

“Father Stanislaus. What are you doing out in weather like this?”

“I’m here to see my favorite cousin and talk to you. You gave me quite the black eye. I arranged for someone to cover for me for the next two weeks. I’m taking my vacation early to spend some time with you two,” he increased the pressure on my wrist.

“Fine, you can let go now Father; you’ve made your point.”

“And if I don’t? What are you going to do about it? It’s a grave sin to strike a Catholic priest.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not Catholic,” I smiled thinking, ‘damn, I really like this guy. Reverend Fisher is a good man although he is a bit stiff, tight-assed and pious. He isn’t the kind of guy you could have a beer with or tell a bawdy joke to.’

“Exactly to the point. That’s one of the things I’m here to talk to you about,” he said, letting go of my wrist, “And Stanley or Stan will do. I’ll not stand on formalities with someone who will soon be family and this is a social visit.

Do you have any good Irish whiskey about?” It’s freezing out here……”

“So let me get this straight, Richard, it was your idea to have Christmas now?” Stanley asked my big sweetheart.

“Yea, and if I wasn’t so stubborn and told Beth that I loved her we would have had Christmas on Christmas.”

“You aren’t the only one who is stubborn,” my cousin Stanley said taking a sip of water and looking right at me. “You two couldn’t wait until the upcoming Christmas?”

“Why should we?” Richard answered, “If we had you wouldn’t be partaking in this fine kosher turkey you are enjoying now.”

“Kosher?” Stanley replied putting his fork down, and I when I explained how and where we got he started laughing.

“Well Margaret did tell me your fiancé marched to his own drum,” followed by making motions with his hand over his plate and saying something in Latin, “There now the turkey on my plate is New Testament,” Stanley said solemnly taking a bite. We both burst out laughing

“Let me in on the joke, Richard said looking puzzled.

This got me laughing all over again, “Sweetheart, Stanley is kidding. He can’t really do that. His church and the local Synagogue are adjacent to each other and separated a large field. They also share a parking lot, 2/3’s of which is owned by the Synagogue.

The Parish owns the field. Stanley and Rabbi Ginsberg got together when Stanley took over the parish. The Parish built a large recreation hall and party house there for weddings and such.

Stanley rent’s the hall out to them for a dollar per event in consideration for the parking for one dollar a week.”

“That sounds very reasonable. Neighbors should look out for one another.”

“Please pass the dressing?” Elizabeth,” Stanley asked and when I did, “have you set the date for the wedding yet?”

“We’re thinking September or early October when the fall colors are in full display.”

“Marvelous, please pass the gravy. You need to get your pre-marriage classes out the way. I’ll come here to give them to you if you like.”

“I hardly think I need classes on how to married, Stanley,” Richard announced,” I was married for over twenty years and have first hand on the job training.”

“I’ll concede to that; however the Church prefers that you both do and I’ll keep them as informal as possible. The next subject is your Catechism Classes, Richard. Elizabeth can take them with you as a refresher course.”

“Fine, whatever it takes.”

“I must say you are being reasonable about it, Ricky. I really thought I’d get more resistance from you.”

“Why shouldn’t I be reasonable, Pal? It’s not like you’re a stiff necked pious Papist with a stick up his ass; besides you can take a punch. I respect that. I do have one small request though.

“Done, what is it?”

Will you grant me absolution to avoid eternal damnation in the fires of hell for knocking you ass over teakettle? You can wave a drumstick over my head and say something in Latin.”

“Only in consideration for a rematch, man-to-man. Do you play chess?”

“I can hold my own. I learned it from Tom working the midnight shift when the jail is totally locked down.”

“Good because you are stuck with me for the next few days or until the weather clears…..”

It was spring before we knew it. Beth and I were outside working in the yard and as always she delights in watching the buds bloom and the flowers of spring; first the purple, white, yellow red and pink crocuses peeking up through the snow followed by the bright red tulips and our favorite’s, the yellow daffodils……..”

Our flower beds will be magnificent bursting in glorious color as the grass is taking on its rich green color.

I threw a lower bearing in my engine and because of the high mileage and the transmission starting to slip; repairing both would be throwing good money after bad.

Richard suggested I buy a new vehicle and taking his advice I decided on a small pickup truck.

We went to the library to do our research going on line for prices and such. I decided on a Toyota Tacoma 2-wheel drive, four cylinders with a standard shift. I did my homework down to the penny and arranged for a pre-approved loan with affordable payments.

Richard knew the advertising salesperson at the local paper and made a telephone call to her.

We would know about any specials before they were printed and distributed for sale and that is exactly what we did. We went to the dealer a half hour before it opened and waited by my soon to be new truck………

Beth was magnificently hardnosed but civil for the most part. I honestly never had so much fun at a car dealer before. I let her do almost all the talking. She dressed as she dresses for work, conservatively and professionally, and with her hair pinned up.

Actually Beth looked like an attorney with the leather portfolio she brought with her for her paperwork.

She ran the young car salesman ragged with frustration by getting the sales manger on the floor several times and then afraid to come out of his office, catching them both in several….shall we say misstatements.

Actually the young car salesman, Bob was his name, and no more than nineteen or twenty pissed Beth off two minutes upon greeting us in the parking lot. It went downhill for him from that point on.

“Good morning, Sir. Are you interested in buying a truck today?”

“Good morning, young man. I’m Richard Adams,” I replied, shaking his hand. My lady is interested in this truck,” I patted the hood, “He’s all yours, Elizabeth,” and then I stood back to watch.

“Well, she really doesn’t want this truck, Richard; its bare bones with no amenities such as courtesy mirrors in the visors or nice upholstery. It has a standard transmission while this truck over here…..”

My lady interrupted. Beth’s hands were on her hips and she gave her head a little toss. I could see the flash of anger in her eyes; this young man was in for it.

“Excuse me junior, I’m standing right here. Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? Do you want to make a sale today or not? Am I wasting my time with you?
Shall I deal directly with the sales manager and save us both the trouble?”

“But ma’am we just got it in this morning. It isn’t even priced yet.”

Nonsense! The invoice sticker is on the window. It’s exactly what I want.”

“Can you drive a standard, Mrs. Adams?” Beth looked at me and we both smiled inwardly, thinking, ‘Junior thinks we’re married.’

“Yes, I can drive a standard. Can you give birth?”

It was all I could do to keep from laughing when he looked at me for support. I held my hands up in the air palms out and shook my head in surrender.

“No, ma’am, I can’t.”

“I didn’t think so. Perhaps you are remembering your manners. Let’s dispense with all the foolish questions and assumptions about each other and get serious.

Here is the advertising flyer from the paper. I’m willing to pay the advertised price minus fifteen hundred dollars trade in for mine.

It says right here, drive it in or tow it. Your trade is worth fifteen hundred dollars on any new vehicle.”

“We can’t do that if the truck is on sale, we’ll lose money.”

“You can and you won’t lose money. The paper specifically states any new vehicle. There are no exclusions or disclaimers anywhere in print. It can’t be already sold because this is the first day and first 5 minutes of the sale. Didn’t you say it came in this morning?”

“Well if you’ll step inside to my office, I’m sure we can reach some arrangement. If the monthly payments are a problem I can put you into a nice lease.”

“If frogs had wings they wouldn’t bump their bottoms every time they jump. I believe we had already covered the subject of assumptions.”

“But if I know how much you can afford to pay per month, it will help me put you in the right vehicle, Elizabeth.”

“This is not a social call young man. Ma’am or Mrs. will do. I’m here to get the best price. You are here to make money for your boss. I won’t be financing through this dealership; I will be paying cash. There is one more thing.”

“Yes, Mrs. Adams.”

“Much better, Mrs. Adams has a nice ring to it. Please insure that there is plenty of fresh coffee available during our negotiations…”

For the next two hours the sales manager came up with every excuse in the world. Beth countered them all with facts, starting with the sales manager’s contention the newspaper misprinted the price and it was out of their hands.

Beth countered with; that’s not my problem it’s yours. There are several court cases ruling in the buyer’s favor for just this occasion and the remedies involved. I’ve printed them out for your convenience if you would like to read them.”

“But ma’am, you have to understand my position,” the sales manager said squirming.

“Fine as long as you understand mine. I’m aware of the dealer holdback from Toyota but not the actual percent allowed to you. If that mentioned profit is not enough the newspaper can give you free advertising to make up the difference.

What a shame the newspaper did that to you; how embarrassing. I’m sure you are not engaging in the old bait and switch and then blaming the newspaper.

You are such nice people here. Before I forget, I have copies of court decisions on that subject. The outcome is not pretty.”

“Surely you are not suggesting we are doing that now?”

“I’ll tell you what. You are such nice people I don’t doubt you at all. There are four people right here who know it’s the newspaper’s mistake. The four of us will drive down there to straighten things out. I’m sure between the four of us we can work something out.”

“That won’t be necessary, Ma’am.”

Please, I insist on it. Richard has a camcorder in his truck. We’ll take it along with us and record the whole thing; turn the tables on them for a change and see how they like it; make it an exercise in our First Amendment Rights…..”

To make a long story short Beth purchased a different truck, a dark green one in the next trim level; bucket seats, a better stereo system and air conditioning at her price and below budget saving the equivalent of two car payments to put down on the principle.

Beth even negotiated a spray in truck bed liner and deluxe floor mats. Of course the dealership made a profit. Not as much as they liked but a small profit nonetheless. All I did was drink coffee, eat the complimentary donuts and watch the show………

“Well, what do you think of my negotiating skills sweetheart?” I asked as we walked towards his truck.

“I think they are glad to see us leave, well, you anyway,” and I gave him pinch on the ass. “Manners, sweetheart, manners,” I warned sternly and then smiling and laughing.

“Ouch, don’t take it out on me, Mrs. Adams. Did you see the look on their faces when you wrote the check and they realized we aren’t married?” Richard stopped walking and grabbed me, pulling me close to kiss my lips.

“You did well, baby. I’m impressed and proud of you. It’s a beautiful spring day. Let’s buy a couple bottles of wine, some fresh fruit and a couple of submarine sandwiches to celebrate your masterful negotiating skills with a picnic…….”

We made our purchases and went home to change into comfortable clothing suitable for the weather. I put everything into my old backpack-book bag from college while Richard carried the canvas tarps and blankets.

We hiked out to the swimming hole at the creek and spread our tarp and blankets down. It wasn’t a big creek as far as they go. It had many twists and turns for miles and miles along its bed and stony bottom; the water is clear and fresh.

“As you can see, Beth, the water is high and fast moving now because of the spring rain and melting snow. It will slow down during the summer.

I built a stone and earth damn over there and then dug a temporary channel to divert the water during construction. The natural pool is one of the deepest spots in Spring Creek, hence the name it being spring fed.

Here is one of the concrete spillways and look this is the lever and crank to raise or lower the steel plate to adjust the water flow. The other spillway is over there. They have been up since Bea died.

The swimming pool is about 6 feet deep on the average, 10 feet across or so and approximately 50 feet long between the spill ways. I put some big boulders in to sit on to rest or whatever.

I walked and fished this creek as a boy; swam and cooled off during the summer. I found this deep section then by chance. It was one of the main reasons I bought the property from Tom McMillan.

He caught me swimming here when I was ten and tanned my hide……”

I knew this story, Margaret told me in great detail and this is the short version:

Tom McMillan brought Richard back to her several times with a sore bottom to no avail. Richard defiantly returned to swim when the weather was hot.

Tom told Margaret, “Either that boy is the bravest son-of- a-gun I ever laid my eyes on or is just plain crazy. I put the belt to him half a dozen times and he didn’t utter a sound. Afterward the boy merely looked defiantly at me and smiled. I may as well hit a fence post for all the good it did me.

I had to chase him down every time, most times right through in the creek bed. You got your hands full with that one, Margaret.”

Margaret said that was the only thing Richard ever disobeyed her about. They finally put their head together and she and Tom came up with a solution; Tom gave Richard a part-time job working on the farm during the summer months and let him swim in the creek under his watchful eye sometimes joining him.

Richard continued working for him summers and then after school. Tom worked him hard, paying him a man’s wage and gradually increased his responsibilities.

Tom was also a Correction Officer and confirmed bachelor working the midnight shift and farming during the day. Margaret said Tom was a ladies’ man and loved the women.

He kept trying to fix Richard up to gain experience with women, saying, “You’re never too young to start. There’s the marrying kind like Beatrice, and then the ones to have a good time with. Remember to be polite and respectful. Just because they put out and want to have a good time doesn’t necessarily make them bad girls.

Richard refused to budge. Bea was his one and only; talk about loyalty and not straying by giving in to his raging hormones.

Nevertheless Tom encouraged my sweetheart to take the Correction Officer Job for the benefits and Richard almost didn’t because he had to cut off his ponytail…talk about stubborn.

Thank God he did or I would never have met him. Margaret told me these things the night I slapped my love’s face and I left crying to go see her.

“………Go figure, Beth, Tom tanned my hide and boy was he fast in those days. He gave me a job picking up stones and such before letting me work with his cows.

He taught me carpentry, wiring and plumbing; how to make a living with my hands. He taught me how to play chess; one of these days I’m going to beat Stanley. Tom wanted me to take over the farm after he retired. I’m not cut out be a farmer, Beth.

Tom retired from State Service and moved to California where the babes are; his words not mine. He sold me the property with the understanding that I maintain the family cemetery and to see that he is buried there when his time comes.”

We took a walk around the outside perimeter of the property and Richard showed me where all the surveyor’s stakes and small boulders were marking the corner’s. He took me to the small cemetery and finally back to the pool by the creek.

I now have a reason to use the swimming hole my love. That reason is you, Beth. It’s our pool now. Do you know how to swim?” He asked helping me sit on the blanket.

“Of course I can swim,” he lay down next to me putting his head in my lap. I rubbed his face to relax him and played with his hair. It was almost long enough and quite silky now. Linda was cutting it and styling the way I wanted it, much like I was growing out mine for him.

For all his stubbornness in some things, Richard can be so reasonable in others; this one for example.

”We can use some new rubber mats for the mudroom,” I said, rubbing his face and he closed his eyes and sighed.

“Fine with me, Beth.”

“I’d like to paint the mudroom a bright yellow and get new curtains and sheers.”

“OK, I’ll put down a new vinyl floor before I paint. The old one is starting to crack and lift by the outside door…..oh baby that feels good.”

“Yes I noticed that myself and while we are on the subject I’m thinking about getting my nipples pierced.”

He came up of my lap like a jack-in-the-box with a shocked look on his handsome face”Like hell you are! You’re smiling; you’re kidding right?”

“Lie back down and relax. Of course I’m kidding,” thinking, ‘I can be such a bitch. That’s the last thing in the world I’d do; that or a tattoo. They are fine for some people but not for me.”

“What if I really wanted too; would you forbid me?”

“Elizabeth Susan, I wouldn’t like that at all.”

“I’d never do that, sweetheart. I’m just teasing.”

It was the way Richard said Elizabeth Susan. The firm tone and unyielding inflection in his voice said “I absolutely forbid it” without him saying it. I’ve teased him enough for today and although I was excited about my new truck which will be ready next week, I’m looking forward to when it’s warm enough to come here to swim here with him.

“Why don’t you uncork the bottle of Riesling while I get our meal ready,” I said kissing my hands and rubbing them gently all over his face and then vigorously through his thick blonde hair.

We had a leisurely meal and drank the entire bottle of wine. We then lay down on our backs watched the clouds roll by and became a little silly by looking for shapes in the clouds, laughing, hugging and kissing. We were like teenagers again.
It’s so nice to get a little silly and intimate with someone you love.

It was dark when we finally got home. I wanted to go out and get an ice cream cone, Richard had other ideas.

He surprised me as I came out of the bathroom, spinning me around followed by snap-click, snap-click, both wrists behind my back and handcuffed together……………
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