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 Chapter 10

   Saturday morning.  It was somewhat comforting to be home for the weekend
after the week we'd had, even if 'home' was thirty-odd feet of travel
trailer.  "Uh-huh," she said.  "But what a week to be tired from." Squeal!
"WE'RE MARRIED!"

   She rushed to me.  At least I had time to open my arms.  We were twisted
together.  "Yes, we are, little one." I kissed her.

   "Alan, let's go somewhere ...  Next weekend."

   "And does my new bride have someplace in mind?"

   "Uh-huh.  I think we should visit your sister." And she smiled.

   "So do we leave Friday after work or Saturday morning early?" I knew if
she was proposing something, she already had her version of a plan.

   "Saturday morning early," she said.  "That way we can have a good
night's sleep here, instead of getting to Louisiana at eleven and then..."

   "Good idea, baby," I said.  "Of course, the weather..."

   "Of course, silly," she said.  "There's always that.  But ...  Let's
call Elise and make sure she's gonna be there."

   "She's ALWAYS there, babe," I said.  "Sitting in her house, bein' all
domestic."

   Pouty lips.  "Alan, if I'm not the domestic goddess type..."

   "Tina, so far in our relationship, have I found you lacking in anything?
You can be as domestic as you feel like.  I'll be as domestic as I feel
like.  And somehow, we'll manage."

   "But..."

   "But nothing, sweetness.  We've been living together in the trailer for
what, two months, and we've kept it clean, we've both cooked, done laundry.
I think we do pretty good, you know..."

   "When you put it like that, yes we do..." She kissed me.  "You know I
love you!  I just want to be everything..."

   I smiled.  "Oh, you are, sweetie.  You know that.  Besides, you can cook
bacon!"

   She punched my shoulder.  "Beast!  We were having a MOMENT!"

   "Life with you is a string of moments, little brown-haired girl," I
said.

   She then leaned her head against my chest.  I nuzzled the top of her
head.  "Mmmmm, I love it when you hold me like this.  I feel safe," she
said softly.

   "You should.  You're my life."

   "I'm sorry I'm a little weepy, Alan.  I think it's that time ...  you
know."

   "I know.  I almost keep track, cutie.  So, aside from that little
detail, what do you want to do today?"

   Giggle.  "Since I won't actually START until tomorrow, how about we
molest each other..."

   "We can't do that ALL day..." I said.

   Another giggle.  "We could try, couldn't we?"

   We tried.  At six we finally got dressed and left the park for dinner.
One of the restaurants within a half-hour's drive served a soup and salad
combo.  That's what we had.  Returning to the park, we took a walk, a
couple of laps around the place in the deepening darkness.

   Back inside, I stripped my light jacket off.  When I turned, she was
kicking off her shoes.

   "You know," she said, "that was just brisk enough to break a sweat.  Now
I need a shower."

   "I was thinking the same thing, little brown-haired girl.  You first?"

   "Yeah, because by the time I finish drying my hair, you'll be done
shaving, and we can relax on the sofa."

   "So much for that 'all day' thing," I said.

   "Oh, don't get smug, baby.  I think we're good for another round before
we go to sleep.  After all, this is still our honeymoon." She hauled me in
for a kiss.

   I caught her face between my hands and kissed her again, lips, nose,
forehead, and lips again.  "You, dearest one, are some kind of outrageous
dream..."

   "Yeah, well, buster, I am now your little wifey, too, so treat me nice."
She slid out of my grip and started stripping as I watched.  Presented
herself to me, statuesque, nude, her body a feast for my eyes, and then she
stepped inside the little bathroom.

   A few minutes later she was out, rubbing down with a fluffy towel, and I
took my turn.  Yeah, rubbing.  And getting into the shower.  Fifteen
minutes later I was finished showering and was shaving.  I saw her face in
the mirror.  She rested her chin against my bicep.

   "Sofa?" she grinned, "or bed?"

   "Surprise me," I said.

   It was little surprise that when I stepped out of the little bathroom,
the lights were out everywhere except the elevated bedroom.  She was on her
hands and knees, looking back over her shoulder at me.  "Your last shot,
Alan," she said.  "I'm about to start." Giggle.  "An' I want..."

   When I climbed onto the bed behind her, I was hard.  I took a moment to
regard the shapely ass turned up to receive me.  Couldn't resist.  I bent
over and kissed the rounded cheeks and she dropped her chest to the
mattress presenting me with an even more advantageous angle.  The engorged
lips of her pussy opened slightly, showing delicious moisture that I
couldn't resist.  I fell on her with my lips and tongue and rolled her onto
her side.  Between the giggling and the fact that her left leg spread to
give me complete access to my sweet goal told me that she liked this idea.
She curled up, her hands on the back of my head.

   "Ohgod!" Her giggle became a hiss.  "YESSS!" It was just about that
fast. Her juices flowed, the taste a little different than usual, and I
lapped happily as she came down off a quick orgasm.  Her hands left my
head, and I moved up between those taut thighs.  The head of my dick slid
between moist lips, straight into nirvana.

   "Ohgod ...  Alannnnnn!  Hard!" She hissed through her clinched teeth.

   I could do 'hard' now because this was my third orgasm of the day and
she bucked against me, urging me on.  If this would've happened for the
FIRST one, I doubt I could have held on for a few seconds.  She fastened
her mouth on one of my nipples and sucked.  Then I felt teeth.  And a
tongue.  And all that, in combination with the feelings that were happening
as I plunged myself into her, that was all it took for me.

   "Mmmmm!  Nnngghhhhh!  Baaaa-beeeeee!" I surged against her and tried to
do a couple more strokes before I lost total control.  I lost it.  She lost
it.  Her arms pulled me on top of her, and I had the foresight and the tiny
bit of control necessary to roll sideways, pulling her on top of me.

   When I finally opened my eyes, there hers were, clear blue.  "Perfect!
Words fail me!  I love you, Alan!"

   "I love you, my Tina," I answered.  I could feel my dying dick fall from
her with a plop, and our combined juices started oozing over me.

   "I felt that," she tittered.  "You don't let THAT go to waste!" She had
enough energy to turn around and start licking my genitalia clean.  That
gave me the treat of another go at that pink, happy pussy, and as I found
to often be the case, in licking and sucking her clean, she shook through
another orgasm.

   We ended up snuggled into each other's arms for some wonderful minutes
before she got up.  When she came back she was wearing panties and carrying
a warm washcloth.

   "In case things start tonight.  I don't want to deal with the mess," she
said, wiping my face clean.  The washcloth went back to the bathroom and
she pulled the covers over her, climbing in beside me.

   Sunday was a day dedicated mostly to domestic pursuits.  Laundry had to
be done.  The place needed a good cleaning.  We made a run to the grocery
store.

   Monday was back to work.  I had my wedding band on, noted by several
co-workers, including the boss, who nodded knowingly.  Staff meeting. 
Report that last week's hurdle with the caved in ductbank was fixed.  A few
little pokes at potential problems, being all proactive.  A few
good-natured jabs about getting married, and one sotto voce question: "Uh,
dude, she's not, you know..."

   "Nope," I said.  "We just wanted to do it sooner or later, and the Great
State of Tennessee sort of urged 'sooner' on us..."

   I got home to the smell of frying pork chops.  "What is THIS?" I asked.

   Tina giggled.  "Oh, a bunch of things.  First, since I'm havin' a
period, I figure I better feed you good to keep your mind from wandering.
Second, I just thought that I oughtta exercise the stuff Grandma taught me.
Third, I love you and I wanted to do something from me to you..."

   "All perfectly valid reasons, baby," I said.  "And I appreciate it, but
you know you don't have to." I stood behind her and rubbed her shoulders.

   "Oh, and Wednesday is open house at school, so if you want to meet
teachers and see the place, you get your chance." She flipped the pork
chops.

   "Sounds interesting."

   "I oughtta put you in a cage and sell tickets, honey," she said.  "I
wore my wedding band to school today.  I got questions ALL day.  Half of
'em were 'Are you pregnant?' and the rest were 'Who?" and "Can we meet
'im?"

   "Oh, boy," I said.  "That ought to be interesting."

   "We can get through it, don'tcha think?" She smiled.  Uh, kiss the
cook!"

   I complied.

   After dinner, we showered and were sitting on the sofa engaged in the
eternal search for something worthwhile on TV.  As was often the case, it
was a nature documentary.

   Commercial break.  She flipped open her cellphone.

   "Who're you calling?" I asked.

   "Elise.  Unless YOU called 'er."

   "No, but I need to."

   "Just a second," she said.  She punched a couple of times, and held it
to her ear.  "Hi, Elise.  It's me, your new sister in law." Pause.  "No,
he's still alive." Giggle.  "Yeah, he's listening." Pause.  Tina looked at
me.  "Your sister said she accepts ME.  You're another story."

   I could hear Elise's laugh from the phone.  "Gimme the phone," I said.

   Tina was smirking when she passed it to me.  "Plotting against me with
my own wife, ' I told Elise.

   "Nah, just telling her that she's probably closer to normal than YOU
are. What's up?"

   "Me and my cutie're planning flying in on Saturday before lunch.  Wanna
pick us up at the airport?"

   "Sure," she said.  "Ya'll gonna stay at your place?"

   "I guess," I said.  "Tina needs to see it anyway."

   "Okay.  Lemme laugh with her a little bit."

   I handed Tina back her phone.  "She'd rather talk to you..."

   They chatted for a few minutes before she hung up.  "I like 'er!" Tina
said.

   Tuesday went without a hitch.  As did Wednesday.  I got home, finding
Tina at the front office chatting with Mizz Lillian.  I walked in.

   "So you two DID tie the knot!" she laughed.  "Mizz Tina tol' me about
that.  You know, I didn't know about that 'seventeen' thing, or I'da tol'
you myself."

   I sighed.  "It caused us a bad day or two.  But I like the solution just
fine." I put my arm around Tina.  She swung her hip against mine.

   "Open house starts at six," she said.  "You gonna change?"

   "What!?!?  This is my 'real live engineer uniform'."

   "Shucks, Alan.  You're several steps up from bib overalls.  I think he's
okay, Tina." Mizz Lillian said.

   "No, she's right.  I got a little mud on these pants.  I'll try to look
dapper.  Dapper sounds good." I laughed.

   "I'll pick you something," Tina sighed.

   "You need to.  You gotta train 'im early so it'll take..." Lillian said.

   We left.  Two quick showers, a couple of changes of clothes, and off we
went.

   "Your truck, babe!  I want to impress 'em!  A gray Honda ain't gonna do
it!  A big pickup truck with both doors the same color, that will!"

   She sat tight against me, belted into the center slot of the bench seat.

   I remembered the diorama from my own youth as I eyed the crowd at the
high school: Parents, many uncomfortably out of their elements, kids, many
of which tried to maintain a specific distance to convey aloofness.

   "And that's mostly the GOOD families," Tina observed when I commented.
"You gotta realize that the really messed up families aren't going to come
to this."

   "Interesting idea," I said.  WE got out of the truck, and I noted that
she slid out the driver's side door.  I closed the door and clicked the
remote lock.  She took my hand.

   "The way it's supposed to be," she said as we walked into the
auditorium.

   Did heads turn?  More than a few.  We found a pair of seats a couple
rows back from the stage, listened to a greeting from the principal, a
couple of numbers by the school band, and another couple by the chorus, and
then we were turned loose upon the school.

   We got to the aisle and got accosted by a short, plump blonde girl
towing her parents.

   "Mom!  Dad!  This is Tina!"

   Tina said, "Alan, this is Susan.  Susan, this is Alan."

   "Hi, Susan," I said.  "I've heard a lot about you!" I had.  After first
episode, Susan's name came up often in the 'what'd you do at school'
conversations.  As a friend.

   Still, Susan looked a little sheepish.  She turned to her mom and dad.
"Tina's new this year.  And this, uh ...  Mister Alan, he's her husband."

   Oh, boy ...  Let's see how this was gonna fly.  I was in the same
general age range as Susan's parents, and here I was, introduced as the
husband of one of their daughter's age group.

   "Alan, I'm Mike.  Mike Carter.  This is my wife, Kathy!" His hand came
out and I shook it.

   "Happy to meet you, Mike!  Mizz Kathy." I did my best grin.

   Kathy finally regained composure and worked up a smile.  "Pleased to
meet you, too.  And just Kathy, okay?  Susan says that Tina has been very
helpful in her calculus classes."

   "Tina seems to have a grasp of calculus that I wish I'd had at her age,"
I said.

   Mike said, "Well, look, ya'll.  We need to go talk to teachers.  I'm
sure we'll see you around again!"

   "I'm looking forward to it," I said.  Tina smiled beside me.

   There!  Survived that FIRST collision.  There were several others.  Most
of the adult expressions were in the range from confusion to bewilderment,
but one was a little more into the 'disapproval' range.  Tina saw it too,
and tugged my sleeve, moving me up the hall towards a classroom.

   First teacher.  "Mister Timmerman, this is my husband, Alan." She
smiled. "If you didn't catch a clue from the classroom, Mister Timmerman
teaches us calculus."

   I extended my hand to shake his.  "I'm pleased to meet you.  You have a
tough job."

   He smiled.  "Please, Alan..." He looked at Tina.  "What'd you say your
last name is now?  Addison?"

   "yessir," Tina answered.

   He continued, "we can keep this at 'mister', or I'm Russell."

   "Okay, Russell," I said.

   He smiled.  "Tina told me she got married.  It's rather a shock," he
said, 'but from her ...  she's a lot of surprise anyway."

   "Tina?  A surprise?" I laughed.

   "She's more like an aide than a student, Alan.  Very impressive."

   "I'm proud of her," I admitted.  She hadn't told me about the 'aide'
part.

   "I wish the others made my job as easy.  Sometimes we get a little loose
with screening for advanced placement classes."

   "I can imagine," I said.

   "You're an engineer, Tina says?"

   "Yep.  Just here for the new plastics plant.  Ought to make the end of
the school year, though, so she can graduate with you."

   "Great!" Russell said.  "I hate to run, but..." Another couple and a
lanky boy were waiting.

   Physics teacher.  Wayne Graham.  A generation older than me.  "Son, I'm
glad to meet you.  Tina says you're an engineer?"

   "Yessir," I said.

   "I retired from an engineering company.  Decided I'd get all 'kumbayah'
and help the future generations.  D'you KNOW that I was a licensed
professional civil engineer, designed bridges all over the South, and I had
to go to college to be a TEACHER?" He shook his head.

   "I've heard that," I said.  "I thought I'd kick back off the road and
teach a semester or two, and I ran into the same hurdle.  So, look, if you
want a field trip to my job, let me know." I pulled out a business card. 
"Here!  I'm serious."

   "Oh, you know, that might be a thought.  My kids're pretty good.  They
oughtta get something out of it."

   We also survived social studies and English and computer lab.

   We were easing towards the door when I spotted a couple of guys in
suits. One was the principal.  All I knew was his last name.  Brady.  The
other was a more familiar face.  Dan Jenkins from the school board.  He'd
been the guy who we had to deal with in putting Tina in school.  When Tina
was Tina and Alan was Alan, not Alan 'n' Tina, married couple.

   Inwardly I was cringing again.  Outwardly, hell, I'd lived through
combat.  I could get through this too.

   "Dan Jenkins!  Good to see you again!" I shoved my hand out.  If
somebody was going to be an asshole, it wasn't starting with me.

   "Alan Addison!  And according to Mister Stewart here, it's Mizz Tina
Addison now!" He was smiling, but it was a rather wry smile.  "Mister Brady
said that Tina was already on his radar screen before she showed up
married."

   I turned to Mister Brady.  "Alan Addison," I said.

   "We share first names, Alan," he said.  We shook hands.  "Miss Tina's
showing herself to be quite a student.  I wish we'd had her for her whole
high school career."

   "She speaks highly of your school," I said.

   Dan said "Mister Graham says she's got a student pilot license.  You
guys own a plane?"

   "Yeah, for about a week now.  An old Cessna 182.  And tomorrow afternoon
we're adding a 152 to the stable so she'll have something to train in. 
When's the last time you flew, Dan?"

   "Too damn long ago, Alan."

   I pulled another business card.

   "No," I still have yours at the office..."

   "Call me if you get the itch.  We're gone this weekend, though, but..."

   "I just might do that," he said.

   "Ain't the same as a chopper, though.  None of the parts move faster'n
the rest..."

   He laughed.  "An itch is an itch."

   As we were walking to the parking lot, I heard, "Hey, uh, Alan!" I
turned to see Mike and Kathy and Susan.

   "Hey!" I answered.

   "Ya'll got time for a cup of coffee and a donut?  The diner's right up
the road." He was smiling.  Kathy was mostly smiling.

   I looked at Tina.  Raised an eyebrow, questioning.

   "Sure," she said.

   "Sounds like a winner, " I said.

   We pulled into a parking spot at the diner immediately after they did.
"NIIICE truck," he said.

   We went inside and got a table.  Started small talk.  My work.  His work
was an equipment rental business that had taken a decided uptick with the
construction business from my project.  Hers was an accounting business. 
There was some slightly awkward conversation about school, since it was
their daughter and my WIFE.

   Kathy said, "We thought it was difficult enough raising a high school
daughter.  I mean, she invited friends over.  We went to dinner and a
movie..."

   "Mommmm!" Susan whined.

   "Oh, baby," Kathy said to her daughter, "we've had this conversation and
we're over it."

   "I heard about it.  At least Tina's side," I admitted.  "I was trying to
let her be a high school girl."

   "I understand she had an altercation with a young man." Kathy wasn't
smiling.

   Mike was grinning.  "Tina seems to be able to take care of herself,
Susan says."

   "Mike!" Kathy said to him.  To us, "But yes, Tina seems to take care of
herself."

   "Look," I said.  "I know it's ...  we're an unusual couple..."

   Kathy said, "In this day and age, yes, but you're aware of it.  At least
you're married.  Oh, I didn't mean it like that.  'At least'.  That sounds
BAD.  I meant it good.  Really."

   "Thank you," Tina said.  "We belong together."

   Mike looked at his wife.  Kathy continued.  "I'm sorry, I don't mean to
come off as judgmental.  Our daughter talks about your Tina a lot.  Says
she wishes she did school as easily."

   Tina took a shot.  "Susan, you KNOW you're no slouch at any of that
stuff.  You almost have straight A's in calculus, and you do in all your
other subjects.

   Mike shook his head.  "I'm just glad she got that from her momma.  I did
good in basketball and track and made C's."

   Kathy softened and relaxed, patting her husband's arm.  "He used to be
quite impressive." She winked.

   "Whaaaaat?!?!?  I'm STILL impressive!"

   "Daaa-aaad!" Susan whined.

   We finished our snack and split ways.

   "See ya in school tomorrow, Tina," Susan said.

   "Glad to meet you folks," I said, mostly meaning it.  Tina and I walked
hand in hand to the truck.

   Inside, I leaned back and closed my eyes for a second.

   "What was THAT?" Tina asked.

   "That was people trying to figure out exactly how to deal with us," I
said.  "Susan admires you.  That's good, her mom thinks.  But here YOU are,
in a relationship that obviously involves sex..."

   "But we're MARRIED," Tina blurted.

   "But you're the same age as her daughter, baby.  And she's trying to
keep her daughter from getting into a relationship she's not ready for..."

   "A relationship WHO'S not ready for?  Susan?  Or her mom?" Tina was
always interesting to converse with.  She had a lot of insight.

   "Actually, punkin," I said, "a bit of both, I think."

   "You know, Susan and I HAVE talked about that.  Sex and love and
relationships.  I think I pretty much told her that love better come first,
or people were going to get hurt.  She''s not stupid, but she's unsure
about herself.  I told her that there were plenty of guys who'd be glad to
let her prove herself as a woman, if you know what I mean."

   "Kind harsh," I said.

   "I wanted her to know how serious that stuff is, Alan.  Some people seem
to be able to handle it better'n others.  I don't think Susan is one of
those who can.  I told her it was just perfectly fine to tell a boy NO."

   "Like you told Jeffy?"

   "And then some," she said.  "And do you really think you can do a tour
for my physics class?"

   "I've already talked to Carl about it."

   We drove home, her head on my shoulder.

   "So," she asked, "success?"

   "Success?" I asked.

   "Yeah.  Tonight."

   "Success.  I learned that my Tina's made a bigger impression at school
than she told me.  'Aide' indeed..."

   "'S not that big a deal.  I finish my work and I help those who're
struggling.  That's all." Giggle.  "I tutor algebra in study hall.  Two
guys are still on the football team because I helped 'em pass some tests.
Girls who have the football team on their side don't get bullied."

   "I did the same thing, babe," I said.  "Same results.  I'm proud of
you."

   We walked into the trailer, brushed our teeth, and went to bed.  "Leave
the light on," she whispered.

   "Okay." That was a sign that SOMEBODY wanted to play.  She was on her
period.  After kissing me, she said, "I wish to reward you for YOUR good
behavior." And she slid down in the bed.

   Yes, I felt rewarded.

   I took off a couple of hours early from work and went to Brad's law
office.

   "Another plane, Alan?" he laughed.

   "Man owes his wife a wedding present..."

   He smiled widely.  "I was trying to ask without being nosey, buddy. 
Wife?  How'd you pull that off?"

   I explained about friends and Louisiana judges and uncles.  "She should
be showing up here any minute," I said.  "And I need to get you to help me
out with a will."

   "I'm gonna have to think about that one, Alan.  Your home of record is
Louisiana, and that's a whole different planet as far as wills are
concerned.  You might want to talk to that judge."

   "I'll do that.  Thanks for the advice." I smiled.

   "You can buy dinner next time we get together, in lieu of a bill," he
laughed.

   His receptionist ushered Tina into the office.

   "Hi, Mister Brad, ' she chirped.

   "Hi, Missus Addison," he countered.  "You ready to put your signature on
your wedding gift?"

   She giggled.  And signed.

   Brad handed me the keys.  "It's yours.  Mister Stevens said he'd rather
not be there when you flew it off.  It don't suit a grown man to cry in
public like that, he said."

   "I can understand that," I said.  "Tomorrow Tina's gonna drive me over
there and I'm gonna fly it to Charlie's field."

   "Sounds like a good deal.  Say, there's a concert weekend after next in
Nashville if you two want to meet us..."

   "It's a deal!" Tina answered for both of us.

   Back on the road, Tina was thinking.  She told me, "I'm thinking!"

   "Ooooo-kayyyy," I said.  "That's usually good..."

   "Just USUALLY?!?" she punched my arm.

   "Owwwww!  Domestic violence!" I whined.

   "Just wait till I get done with this period, I'll SHOW you violence,"
she laughed.  "No, listen!"

   "Listening," I said.

   "Ass!" she continued, "Tomorrow, how about we get somebody else to drive
us to the airport to get my new plane, then meet us at Charlie's airport?
That way I can fly with you."

   "I could get one of the guys from work," I mused.

   "Or I could get Susan..."

   "Tell 'er we'll bring 'er home and take her and her folks out for
dinner."

   "That'll work!" Tina smiled.

   Of course, the next day's trip took place in Tina's little Honda instead
of my big truck.

   When we pulled up at the flight line, our new little plane was tied
down. Tina was beside herself with glee and it rubbed off on Susan.

   "I've never HEARD of somebody getting an AIRPLANE for a gift," Susan
said.  "I don't even KNOW anybody who owns ONE.  And ya'll got TWO!" Yes,
she spoke in capitals.  Actually, on the trip over, I listened to her talk
to Tina and me, and she sounded intelligent, if a bit flighty.

   "Susan," I asked, "are you SURE you know where' you're goin?"

   "Oh, yes, Mister Alan.  'Sides, you put it on your GPS, right?"

   "Right.  But sometimes things like GPS fail."

   "I know where I'm going.  I'll watch ya'll take off, then I'll leave."
She smiled.  And ya'll need to take me flyin', too, you know..."

   "It's part of the deal, Susan," Tina said.

   "Pre-flight it, Tina," I said.  And I watched.

   Susan was still kind of incredulous.  "She really knows what she's
doin'?"

   "It's not rocket science, Susan," I said.  "She's making sure everything
is in the right place and still tied on.  You'd hate to take off with
something broken."

   "Yeah, really," Susan said.

   "It's good, Alan," Tina said.  "See ya in a little bit, Susan." And
darned if Tina didn't climb into the pilot's seat.  And stuck her tongue at
me.

   It was a short hop for us at a hundred miles an hour.  We had the plane
tied down and locked when Tina's grey Honda pulled up.  And true to the
agreement, I took her to dinner with me and Tina.  Susan's parents met us
at the restaurant.