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 Chapter Five



   Somewhere in the wee hours of the morning Ronni retrieved her
nightshirt, because when I saw her get out of bed in the morning, she was
wearing it.  But no panties.  I was still clad in my pajama top when she
assisted me to the bathroom.  After I finished, she knelt in front of me
and helped me into my pajama bottoms before her mom showed up with
breakfast.

   It was a different Ronni this morning, a Ronni excited with her suddenly
released sexuality.  As she pulled up my pajamas, my dick was semi-hard. 
Her fingers got it to full hardness and as she was sliding my pants up my
good leg, she looked at me with laughing brown eyes.  Her hand gripped me,
the head of my dick extending past her fingers.  She giggled and her head
bobbed forward and she sucked the head into her mouth.  My knees almost
buckled.

   "You like that?" she asked.

   "Yes.  Gosh, yes, baby..." I answered.

   "I've heard about that for years.  I always wondered...  I thought about
you..."

   "You're some kind of dream, Ron," I said.  She finished snapping me up
and stood, wrapping me in her arms, being careful for my healing ribs.

   "You're MY dream, Dave." She helped me to the chair in my living room. I
was definitely hobbling better, but it was still a wheelchair journey.  In
another week, though, I could begin putting some more weight on the bad
leg.

   I was sitting in my chair, Ronni washing my face with a cloth when Rena
knocked at the door with breakfast.  Entering the house, her nostrils
flared and she smiled.

   "Hi, Mom," Ronni chirped."

   "How was sleep?" Rena asked.

   "My best night yet," I answered.

   "He slept all night, Mom," Ronni added.

   She was right.  I could now roll over in both directions, although any
moves toward the left side with its healing ribs was a delicate operation.
That's the version of the story I related to Rena, anyway.  Ronni and I
devoured the breakfast Rena'd brought over, chatting with her as we ate,
then the chatting continued as we shared coffee together.

   From the conversation I gleaned that, first, Rena was still okay with
her daughter living with me, even though I was nowhere as helpless as I had
been at the beginning of this strange arrangement.  Second, Alex was due in
from his out of town work, arriving late in the day.

   "He says he's sorry he's been gone, Dave," Rena said.

   "You told me that before, Rena," I said.  "He's gotta do what he's gotta
do.  You know that."

   "Yeah, I know.  But still..." she said.

   Rena and I'd talked about this all before.  Alex had a choice: stay in
the local area as part of the herd, one among many, living paycheck to
paycheck, or spread out, using his talents to make better money.  He chose
the latter.  And Rena missed him when he was gone.

   "Look at it this way, Rena," I said, "you two'll have the house to
yourselves tonight.  Ronni will be over here taking care of me."

   Ronni giggled.

   "Whatever could you mean, Dave?" Rena smirked.

   Ronni laughed.  "Oh.  Mommmmm, you know.  I won't have to hear "hush!"
and "Stop that!" an' "You're makin' too much noise!" She giggled.

   Rena sighed.  "We try to keep quiet, young lady."

   "Yes, ma'am," Ronni smirked.  "You just aren't that good at it."

   Rena raised an eyebrow at her daughter.  "Ron," she said, "Hush!" She
looked at me.  "Dave, I'm sorry.  My daughter is being crude." She smiled,
standing.  "I need to go see about cooking something for when my husband
comes home.  He's gonna be hungry."

   Ronni giggled again.  "Uh-huh..."

   "Ron!" Rena said, feigning outrage.

   "Mom, I love you.  An' Dad!" Ronni smiled.  "Call me when he gets here."

   "Oh, he'll come over here.  I imagine he and Dave need to talk." Rena
said.

   This thought created a whole spectrum of possibilities in my head,
including Alex, one-time friend, beating the living crap out of the
crippled guy who was molesting his teen daughter.  But Rena had assured me.

   Post-breakfast, Ronni did me the service of changing the bedding on
my... make that OUR bed.  Apparently she changed into her summertime
uniform of shorts and a blouse while I rested.

   I dozed lightly, waking when a pair of lips brushed mine lightly.

   I opened my eyes to hers only inches from my own.  "Hi, babe," she said.
"I couldn't resist.  You don't mind, do you?"

   "Only if you don't give me another." I realized how much I missed
kissing.  It might have been all new to Ronni, but to me it was an
awakening from a long slumber.  And honestly, the tender kiss that answered
my request made all the others I'd ever shared with other women recede into
oblivion.  "Mmmmmm," I moaned into her soft mouth.

   "Mmmmmm, yourself, babe!' she purred.  "Do you think we could do the
sofa?  I could get closer."

   "Let's try, babe." She helped me hobble from my recliner to the adjacent
sofa, then she joined me on it.  Happily I gave her as much attention as I
could with one good arm and leg.  We kissed hungrily.

   She touched her forehead to mine.  "Babe," she said, her fingers
trailing down the front of my pajama tops.

   "Yes, angel?"

   "Would it be okay..." her fingers brushed the lump in the front of my
pajamas.  "I mean, I'd like to... if it's okay."

   "You never have to ask, babe," I said.

   Her fingers closed over the lump.  I groaned in pleasure.

   "You like that, babe?"

   "You're magic, sweetness." I reached my hand to touch her breasts,
feeling that she had her bra on.  She took my hand and pushed it down the
front of her shorts, then unsnapped them to make more room.  Her lips
locked to mine as we mutually stimulated each other.

   She broke her lips from mine and buried her face against my neck.  She
whimpered as my fingers worked in her moist slit, bringing her to orgasm.
As she eased down from her heights, she whispered, "Mine never rocked me
like this, baby.  Gosh!"

   I was smiling when she kissed me.  And when she unsnapped my pajamas.  I
stroked and petted that brown hair as she tugged me to my own orgasm.

   She was giggling as she produced a hand towel.  "I was ready for you
this time, babe." She giggled as she sopped up my mess.  She found a stray
droplet and scooped it up with a fingertip.  Her eyes sparkled at me as she
brought that finger to her lips and sucked the droplet off.  An exaggerated
"Mmmmm" escaped.

   "I had to find out," she said.  "I know people do that.  I... do YOU...
if I..."

   I was taken aback.  "You'd..."

   She grinned, her hair bouncing as she nodded.  "Put you in my mouth? 
Suck you?  Like this morning?  Uh-huh!  Want me to?"

   "I'd love that, babe, but you don't have to do anything you don't want
to do." I was astounded.

   She smiled lasciviously.  "My baby, you have NO idea what all I want to
do..." She slid off the sofa and knelt between my knees, her bright eyes
looking at me.  "Here goes," she said.  Her head bent forward, and I
entered another universe.  She enhanced the effect by "Mmmmmm", then let me
out of her mouth with an audible smack.

   "Well?" she looked at me.

   "Wonderful.  Delightful.  Words fail me." I was honest.  No, she wasn't
expert.  She didn't have to be.  It was her first try.  And she was bright
and enthusiastic and that was more than enough.  I told her how happy she
made me.  She reacted by snapping my pajamas up.

   "Decorum," she chuckled.  "We don't want your pants unsnapped when Mom
gets back here."

   "Uh, no, baby.  No sense in rubbing it in her face.  Although I'm sure
she's probably figuring that we just MIGHT be doin' things."

   "Yeah.  Let's let them ease into this, sweetie." That's what my mouth
said.  My mind was thinking how much I'd enjoy her sucking on me again.

   We lounged together, reading, listening to classical music.

   The phone rang.  Ronni caught it.  Her mom.  "I'm going to get us some
sandwiches, Dave," she said.  She took off and came back with a platter of
cold cuts.  "Mom says potroast for supper.  If I can cut it up for you."

   "I'll let you do that." I made a good potroast, result of growing up in
a Cajun kitchen.  Rena outcooked me.  The thought of that meal rested
comfortably on my belly.

   Ronni and I enjoyed our sandwiches.  Midafternoon the phone rang again.
Rena again.  "Dad's home," Ronni announced.  "I'll be back." Five minutes
later she was back.  "I had to go give Dad a hug.  I miss 'im!" she
announced.  "They'll be over in an hour or so." She grinned.  "I have NO
idea what they're doing..." she was saying that as she slid up my good leg
with her soft, supple, sexy body.

   Her lips met mine and locked in place, our tongues wrestling happily
together.  And a hand slid into the front of my PJ's, her fingers curling
under my balls.

   "Mmmmm," I purred.  She giggled.

   "I love my new toys, babe," she giggled, eyes twinkling.

   I laughed.  "I'm glad you do, sweetie!  I like mine too, you know." My
right hand cupped the cheek of her butt and squeezed.  That got me a giggle
and a kiss.  I slid my hand up under her blouse, caressing the skin of her
back, then back down, this time inside her waistband.  That was some
sweet-feeling skin there.

   "I love when you touch me, Dave," she said.  "Wait a sec!" She raised
herself off me and nimbly popped the snap and lowered the zipper on her
shorts.  "Put your hand in front.  I really like that."

   I complied happily.  My fingers pushed through a sparse patch of dark
hair on a plump, soft mons to a wet, happy slit.  She arched upward to give
me access.  My fingers explored her wetness.  I probed my index finger into
her opening, feeling it push into hot, wet tightness.  She purred into my
mouth as we kissed, her breathing rushed as my fingers pulled back and I
touched the stiffened head of her little clit.

   She mewed.  I didn't rush.  Her hand grasped my wrist, giving me little
shoves of encouragement.  "I... I'm... Nnnnnnghhh!  Doin' it!" Her body
went rigid as she came.

   I held her in my arms.  Well, arm and a half.  My left arm could do
little more than rest on her.

   "I love you, Dave," she said.  "I'll never have to do that to myself
again.  Yours are soooo much better."

   "I'm glad, baby," I said.  We breathed together for several minutes,
just enjoying the closeness.  She finally slid off me, her eyes twinkling.

   Her hand slid inside my pajamas, teasing my dick's hard length.  She
licked her lips, smiling.  "D'ya like me sucking it, babe?" she asked.

   "Yes, I do, sweetie," I answered.  'But you need to be careful right
now."

   "Why?" she questioned.  "Are you hurting too much?"

   "Nuh-uh," I said.  "If I was hurting, it wouldn't be hard like that. 
I'm too aroused.  Too close.  Remember last night when you played with it?"

   "Yeah," she grinned.  "You squirted all over.  You came."

   "What do you know about coming, little girl?" I questioned.

   "Mom an' Dad don't do a good job of keeping quiet sometimes.  I've heard
BOTH of 'em say it."

   "Ohhhh," I said.

   "So you're close to coming, right now?" she grinned.  And she started to
slide off the sofa.

   "Yeah, baby.  And if you start sucking on it..."

   "It'll squirt in my mouth." She finished my sentence for me.  "I tasted
it, Dave.  Let me try it, okay?" There were so many reasons I couldn't
refuse.  First, I was a red-blooded male.  Second, I loved her, and third,
those damned brown eyes...

   She unsnapped my pajamas and my dick sprang free, fully erect.  "I can't
get over how it works," she smiled.  Her brown eyes met mine as her head
started forward, lips parted, tongue between her teeth.  That tongue
touched me first and she giggled.  Her head moved forward more and the head
of my dick disappeared following her tongue back into her mouth.  She
sucked, then released me.

   "I have no idea how to do this, babe," she said.  "But I love how it
feels.  It's like, alive."

   It was.  "Use your hand like you did last night.  Just suck and lick and
nip..."

   Squeal!  "I can bite it?  I WANTED to..."

   "Just don't get carried away, sweetie..."

   And she went back to work on my dick, happily nibbling and sucking, her
hands fondling my sack and sliding up and down the shaft of my dick.  And I
was climbing towards the precipice.

   "Mmmmm" escaped from around my dick.  I felt as much as heard it.

   "God, baby, I'm close," I said.  I touched her hair with my good hand as
her head bobbed.

   She looked up at me, my dick still between her lips.  She grinned and
went back to sucking.  Her tongue curled underneath the head, hitting that
sensitive spot.

   "NNnnnnngahhhhh!" And I came.  The first squirt into her mouth got a
giggle.  And she kept sucking.  A second, a third, a fourth, and then a
stream of fire.  And she gamely sucked me, finally letting me fall from her
lips.

   Brightly she said, "Was that okay?"

   "Wait until I get back in this universe, and I'll answer," I said.  Post
orgasmic glow was coating my body.  I breathed deeply.  "How was it for
you?"

   "Oh, I LIKED it.  Didn't taste bad at all.  I've heard some of the girls
at school say they didn't like the taste, so I kinda worried.  But I liked
it.  And it's you..." She smiled.  "Now, do I have to brush my teeth an'
gargle before you'll kiss me?"

   "Not a chance.  Come kiss me."

   Giggle.  And Ronni in my arm and a half.  And a deep kiss.  And yes, I
think I detected a foreign taste as we traded tongues.  But it was MY
Ronni, and if she could swallow all that, I could kiss her afterwards.  And
several more.

   "We need to get you buttoned up and back in your chair, babe," she said.
"Dad's gonna come over when him an' Mom finish.  An' I don't think we
should be, you know..."

   "I know, sweetness." Together we maneuvered me back into my recliner. 
She went into the kitchen and fixed us each a soft drink over ice, and we
were sipping them when the knock came at the door.

   I watched her with adoring eyes as she bounced up, her hair flouncing
around her head, to answer the door.  "Hi, Daddy," she said.

   "Hi, Ron," Alex answered.  "Is Dave awake."

   "Hey, Alex," I called.  "I'm awake.  Come in, for pete's sake!"

   "Hey, Dave," he said as he entered the room.  "You look a damned sight
better than you did that last time I saw you."

   "When was that?" I asked.  I knew that Alex wasn't home when I got hit.

   "Your first two days in the hospital.  I went up there to bring Ronni,
and I came back the next day, before I left town.  You were out of it both
times.  And your head was funny colors."

   "Daadddddd!" Ronni said.  "He was..."

   "Run over by a truck." I finished.  "That's okay, Ron," I said.

   "Then I came home and built that ramp for you.  Figured you'd need it
for a while." He smiled.  "You oughtta get Ronni to roll you outside.  I'm
sure the neighbors will want to see you," he said.

   "That's a good idea, babe," Ronni chirped.

   I realized she'd called me "babe" in front of her dad.

   "Ron, why don't you go see about helping your mom out with dinner,
okay?"

   Ronni's eyes cut to me, and then back at her dad.  He was still smiling.
"Okay, Dad," she said.  "An' be nice.  I love you." And she disappeared out
the door.

   "Okay, Alex," I said, "I imagine I know one of the subjects."

   "If you're thinkin' about Ronni," he said.

   I interrupted.  I seriously didn't think he'd kick a cripple's ass. 
"It's difficult NOT to think about Ronni, Alex."

   "Dave," he said.  "You an' me's been friends for a long time.  This all
might be a surprise to you.  It's not... this is NOT much of a surprise to
me."

   That revelation WAS a surprise to ME.  I asked, "Huh?  How's that?"

   "Hang on!  Say, can you have a beer?  I need a beer.  Got some Shiner in
the fridge."

   "Why not?" I said.

   He flipped open his cellphone and punched a button.  "Hi, Ron," he said.
"Bring me an' Dave a couple of beers.  " Pause.  "Each." Pause.  "Yeah, he'
can HAVE them.  A couple won't hurt." Pause.  "See ya in a minute." And he
hung up.  He turned back to me.

   "I can't say I was too surprised." He sat back in the sofa, sighing. 
"Man, it's good to be back home..."

   "Dammit, Alex," I said.  "You can't start something and then change the
subject like that."

   He laughed.  "I was waiting for the beer." As he spoke, I heard
footsteps, and the door opened, Ronni with four bottles.  He eyed Ronni. 
"Open me an' Dave each one."

   Smiling, Ronni handed me a bottle, then her dad got one.

   "Now go home," he laughed.  "Me an' Dave are still talkin'."

   She took off as he tilted the bottle to his lips.  I did likewise,
savoring the taste.

   "Here's the deal, Dave," he said.  "It goes back to when Lisa left you.
You remember how messed up you were."

   I was.  Messed up.  Devastated.  Soundly and seriously screwed over. 
Torn up.  Alex and Rena were instrumental in dragging me out of the house
to restart life.  "Okay," I admitted.  "Yeah.  That's not a thing I'll
forget, Alex.  I still owe you and Rena."

   He smiled.  "You know how you were.  And you wanna know something? 
Ronni knew.  Didn't really understand all of it, but she told me she knew.
One night me an' Rena were talking about it.  We thought she was watching
TV.  Little darlin' was listening.  And she said, 'Mister Dave needs a
wife. I'd go be his wife, Dad'."

   "Really?" I said.  Ronni was ten or eleven when Lisa left me.  "That's
sweet, Alex."

   "Yeah, really, Dave.  An' Rena and I explained that you'd get over Lisa
and you'd decide if you wanted to date and get married again, and she
pouted.  I remember the whole thing.  She told us, 'He doesn't NEED to go
LOOK for a wife.  I'm right HERE!' And we thought it was just a kid thing.
I shoulda known.  Ronni's not your average kid.  Never has been."

   "I know, Alex.  But I never ever said anything, did anything.  All those
road trips to her games and all the coaching and stuff.  Alex, I was
completely proper."

   "Yeah," he said.  "Ya'll went to that volleyball tournament last year
when I went to Georgia.  I called and talked to her while ya'll were there.
But when I got back, she cornered me and told me that she just thought that
maybe she was too ugly or something, that you didn't treat her any
different than the other girls."

   "I can answer that in a bunch of ways, Alex.  First there WERE other
girls.  I was NEVER alone with Ronni.  And second, even if we had been
alone, I would not have tried anything.  But..."

   "But what," Alex asked.

   "But I had feelings for Ronni, bud.  You don't know how many times I
wished she were older.  Or I was younger.  She's different.  But I
never..."

   "I believe you, Dave," Alex said.  "But the day of the accident, she
spilled all that on Rena."

   "That's what Rena told me," I said.  "And she told me that it wasn't
just the day of the accident.  And then Ronni and I talked.  And my sister
noticed."

   "She's serious, Dave.  And she's my only kid.  I don't want her hurt."

   "I would never hurt her, Alex.  I don't want to sound like a perv, but I
love her."

   "I don't think you're a perv, man.  I figured that you'd go find you
some woman and that'd have hurt Ronni more than anything.  Or she'd get
sweet-talked by some kid at school and he'd break her heart or worse."

   "You weren't the only one," I said.  "I thought I'd missed out when that
kid came to collect her for the prom."

   Alex chuckled.  "Yeah, her little gay friend.  I asked, you know.  Dads
kinda want to know who's in their daughters' lives."

   "And here we are, buddy.  I want to marry your daughter."

   "Don't ask me now, Dave.  Ask me when Rena an' her bring supper over. 
So they get to hear, too."

   "Okay, buddy," I said.

   "You know, Dave, for ten years Ronni's been making little comments about
you.  And you've been oblivious because she didn't want to scare you by
saying anything to you."

   "I guess," I sighed.  "Strange ol' world, Alex."

   "You got that right, buddy," he said, swallowing a mouthful of beer. 
"But I told Rena that I was a whole lot happier that it turned out to be
you than some stupid punk with his brains in his dick and the IQ of a sack
of hammers."

   I laughed.  "Yeah.  And you know, running her an' that volleyball team
made me see how different your daughter is.  It's night and day, you know."

   "I know.  I got a hatful of the "she goes, and I'm like, an' she's like"
crap on those trips, too."

   We heard footsteps, then the door opened and Rena and Ronni walked in,
Ronni carrying a tray with a couple of covered plates.

   "I loaded you up, Dave," Rena said.

   Ronni was smiling.  "Look, Mom!  Dad didn't beat the crap out of 'im."

   Alex and I laughed.  "We had a good talk, that's all," he said.  He
turned to me.  "Okay, Dave, your turn.  Ronni, set that tray down."

   Ronni put the tray on the dining room table and then came to my side. 
She put her hand lightly on my shoulder.

   "Alex.  Rena.  I want to ask you for permission to marry Ronni.  She is
the love of my life."

   Ronni knelt beside my chair and put her head on my shoulder.  Rena
looked at Alex.

   "Your move, hon," Rena said.

   Alex shook his head.  "Ronni is my pride and joy.  And Dave, you're
gonna make a fine son-in-law.  I can borrow YOUR tools..." he laughed.  "So
when's all this gonna take place?"

   Ronni's turn.  "We need to talk about a date." She looked at me.  "Soon,
though.  Maybe when he can actually walk.  Right now I need to feed 'im."

   "Dave, welcome to the family," Alex said.  Rena stood by his side.  He
added, "Like you haven't been for ten years already..."

   Ronni moved over and wrapped her arms around me, delivering a kiss.  I
wrapped my right arm around her.  "See, mom?" she said.  "This is the way
it's supposed to be." She giggled.  "Except for the cast and the bandaged
ribs and the missing hair and all that."

   "There's probably some safety in that, huh, babe," Rena laughed,
elbowing Alex.

   "Whatever do you mean, my love?" he chuckled.

   "How long it took US before we were climbin' all over each other." She
smirked.

   "Mommmmm!" squealed Ronni.

   "Hush, child," she said.  "People love each other, that's part..."

   "Hon, don't be baring all our secrets now..."

   "Oh, I don't know, babe," she told him.  "I thought we were normal."

   "A bit unrestrained, maybe," he said.

   "Yeah,you're thinking about being unrestrained now," she said.  "That's
because you're a dad now, looking at your teenaged daughter.  Back then I
was a seventeen year old girl and you were twenty-seven and I couldn't
resist your charms... So you think that things have changed?  That whole
"Tab A - Slot B, I love you" thing?"

   He sighed.  "No, I suppose not."

   "Guys,' I said, "you did good raising Ronni.  I mean, she's seventeen,
smart, and decent.  Go to the mall this Sunday afternoon and look at what
you see there.  You need some perspective."

   "Oh, we know," Rena said.  "we're really happy.  Alex, hush and drink
your beer."

   "Yes, dear," Alex said, feigning submission.

   All this was going on as Ronni was forking food into my mouth.  She was
giggling.  I wasn't giggling.  I was savoring her mom's potroast.  Their
conversation was the standard repartee I'd often heard from them.  I'd
never heard them exchange a cross word between themselves.  I'm sure it
happened.  Nobody's perfect, but eighteen years and they sure seemed still
waaaay into each other.

   That was Ronni's idea of how a marriage was supposed to be.  And after
my own failed attempt, I was at times both amazed and jealous that Alex and
Rena's union was so apparently joyful.  And the product was Ronni, who
despite being an only child, was balanced and mature in so many ways.