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 Chapter Six



   "That, my dear, is us returning to civilization.  That's telling me that
the utility power's been restored and I'm... we're still on generator.  I
need to go flip the switch and shut the generator down." I stood up, naked.
She smiled.

   "Come here," she said.  "You're dripping."

   I stepped back and faced the bed, letting her soft, warm mouth clean my
dick and balls.  I dove into her wet pussy with my mouth and returned the
favor, then we both got out of bed and went to the utility room to perform
the needed operations.

   Standing in the utility room, she looked at the back door, then looked
at me and smiled.  Her head tilted in what I knew was the lead-up to an
adventuresome question.  She smiled at me, then broke into a grin. 
"Outside?  In the sun?"

   "Why not?" I answered.  "Just a little while.  Don't wanna get caught."

   We walked hand in hand, naked, in our back yard.  "I could get used to
this," she laughed.

   "Maybe I need to get us a privacy fence so my baby can run around
naked."

   "So WE can run around naked," she countered.  "And do this!" And she
knelt and sucked me.

   "Stand up!  Let's go get a blanket."

   She was giggly, following me to retrieve a blanket and then we were out
in our yard and I was amazed at the effect that this fifteen year old's
physical attractiveness and enthusiasm had on my forty one year old libido.
I was already hard when we got the blanket spread and she lay down and I
mounted her and took her, wildly, vigorously, her unmuted cries ringing
over the open fields and marshes surrounding us.  We came down together and
then gathered up the blanket and retired into the house.

   I was breathless and my baby was glowing.  "Wow!  Baby!  That was wild!
Did it excite you as much as it did me?  Really?"

   "Gosh, yes, little girl.  That was our fourth in twenty-four hours and
the second in an hour.  Guys my age can't do that.  It's gotta be YOU!"

   "Mmmmm, thank you," Nikki said, kissing me just inside the back door. 
"I think it's US!"

   "Yes, that's it, baby.  It's us.  Together.  All I ever wanted was you.
Even before you existed.  Before I knew you.  I've been looking all my life
and now I have you.  We have each other."

   Thursday.  Friday.  Saturday.  Sunday.  Work.  Work.  Work.  Work.

   Yes, school was supposed to start on Wednesday for the handful of the
students in the parish.  I made a phone call to give them an address and
yes, they'd dispatch a bus to pick Nikki up at the house.  I had to wonder
about the number of students who'd be on that bus.  On my drives back and
forth to work I'd not seen a lot of activity at any of the few homes that
had survived the storm.

   I called Sheriff Richard.  I was pleasantly surprised to be called by my
name when he answered.  Apparently I was on his phone list.  "Dan!  Why,
hello, newlywed," He said.

   "Hello, Ernie.  How're things goin' in the sheriffin' business?"

   "Well," he said.  "We're getting out of the mad scramble.  Some people
are comin' back, what with the utilities getting done.  And some of them
have homes to live in.  We'll start seein' FEMA trailers for others any
time now."

   "That's what I was callin' about.  I just set Nikki up to go back to
school and they're tellin' me they'll send us a bus to get her.  How's that
gonna work?"

   He said, "Best information I got is that she's gonna go north out of the
parish to school, and from your end of the thing, there's probably a dozen
kids, kindergarten to high school.  And it'll pick `em up.  I don't know
when they plan on openin' our schools back up.  One' of `em's gone.  The
middle school and high school, they'll need some work.  Maybe they'll open
by January."

   "Okay."

   He asked, "So how's YOUR business?"

   "Oh," I answered, "Kinda like yours.  We've finished panicking.  Most of
my clients are up and running, or darned close.  I'm about to go back to
regular hours."

   "That's good!" he exclaimed.  "Remember!  We get together soon, okay?"

   "I haven't forgotten.  Neither has Nikki.  We'll call you."

   "'Kay, Dan.  Talk to you later."

   I went by the office and checked on a few things.  Saw Steve.  I stuck
my head in his door.  "Hey, Steve."

   "Hey yourself," he said.  "You dropped a couple of techs off the
Salzburg project.  It's winding down?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "Two guys can finish up working a regular schedule. 
We'll have to go back in in a week or two when the new stuff comes in and
we can put the load back on the repaired equipment.  But it's pretty much
done there." We continued talking about the other projects I was working
on.

   "And in the middle of all this, you stopped to get married?"

   I grinned sheepishly.  My social life wasn't a normal topic of
discussion with outsiders.  "Yeah.  I did."

   He asked, "Was this something that's been going on for a while?"

   "Nope!" I said.  "Hurricane.  Call it a whirlwind romance."

   Steve laughed.  "That's BAD!  Well, when the town gets back to normal,
maybe we'll get all the guys and their wives together for a dinner.  You
know, for appreciation."

   "That'd be nice," I said.  "Anyway, I gotta go.  See you tomorrow." I
called Nikki as soon as I got on the road.  "Babe, I'm on the way.  Be
there in an hour."

   "I missed you, honey," she cooed.  "I'm putting the fish on the stove
right now.  Court bouillon.  I hope you like it!"

   "I can't imagine not liking it, sweetie," I said, privately thanking
generations of caring Cajun grandmothers.

   "An' we got cable and phone an' stuff.  The guy came by today to check
on us."

   "That's good," I said.  "Life is getting back to normal."

   She laughed, "The new normal.  `Cuz I got a husband and you got a wife,
and things'll never be the same."

   "You're right, cutie," I said.  "They just get better and better."

   "Yes they do," she said.  "Now you hurry.  I missed you."

   I pulled into our driveway a half hour later.  Clear roads meant faster
commute.  As I shut the door on the truck behind me, the front door opened
revealing my Nikki standing there in shorts and a logoed t-shirt.  She
rushed out to kiss me in our front yard.

   "I don't care who sees us now.  You're my husband!" Her arms were around
my neck as an SUV with a magnetic sign pulled into our drive.

   We walked down together.  The SUV was assigned to a federal agency, and
the occupants were surveying the hurricane's aftermath.

   We all shook hands and exchanged business cards and I pretty much burst
their bubble when they found out that not only had I weathered the storm
right here, but that I had no damage.

   "So," the senior guy asked, "what you're telling me is that you have
zero storm losses?"

   "Yep!  That's it."

   "But how?  Houses are torn up all over the county... uh... parish!"

   I smiled.  "That's not my observation, man," I said.  "Get away from the
storm surge, and you'll see the seventy year old houses did pretty well. 
The twenty year old and newer houses got torn up.  That's the way they USED
to build `em."

   They regarded me coolly.  "But your house.  What'd you say, six or seven
years old?"

   "Yes it was.  And designed and built by a freelance consortium of
eminently qualified engineers." I pictured the motley crew sitting around
the table in the kitchenette after work, But, hey!  We WERE eminently
qualified.

   "Who would that be?"

   "Me an' the guys I used to drink coffee with at the plant."

   The older guy snickered.  "That's interesting.  What about utilities?"

   I showed them the generator, the propane tank and my well.

   "Wow!" the junior guy said.  "That's the way people should do it."

   "They won't, though.  I paid a fifteen percent premium to build this
way. And $10K for the generator.  And I haven't had to pay for anything
yet, but I put the well in out here before they came up the road with the
community water system, and it's gonna cost me to keep it working.  But
it's worth it." I gave Nikki a squeeze.  "We didn't miss a beat after the
storm.  Lights.  AC.  Water.  And peace and quiet." I motioned toward the
rubble pile next door.  "What about that?"

   The senior guy said, "According to what I've been told, there's a
contractor lined up to finish the demolition and cart the debris off. 
Maybe next week."

   Nikki piped in, "Uh, can you, like, call us when they're supposed to
start.  I used to live in one of those apartments and maybe I can get some
of my stuff out."

   "We can try to do that.  But I can't promise you much.  It's a private
contractor and you can imagine how independent they are right now."

   I laughed.  This got me a look from the pair of agents.

   Nikki giggled.  "I can imagine.  My husband's an independent contractor,
and he's been a complete asshole for three weeks!"

   "Oh yeah?" the senior guy asked, "What'd'ya do?"

   "Electrical engineer.  Industrial power systems!" I ran quickly down the
list of my projects since the storm.

   "If you need work..." the junior guy started.

   "I got more work than I know what to do with.  I NEED time off!" I
laughed.

   They laughed with me.  "So," said the senior.  "How much propane did you
use?"

   I told him.

   "Sign this form and we'll get you a reimbursement for it.  Storm loss."

   "Hey!  I appreciate that.  Heaven knows that you guys are getting' a
deal for your money!"

   "How's that?"

   "You should see the hit that federal income tax gets out of my check."

   The senior guy laughed.  "Well, this is a way to get a little back." And
they got in the SUV and left.

   Nikki and I went inside into the kitchen and enjoyed dinner together.

   Conversation at the table wandered around and came to the beginning of
school.  "I'm torn," she said.

   "Torn?"

   "Yeah, baby," she said, "Last year, livin' with Mom, school was kind of
a refuge for me.  I could go an' hang out and stay out of trouble and there
wasn't much stress.  I mean, except for some of the kids..."

   "There's always that.  Even when I was in school..."

   "Yeah, but I mostly ignored that.  But this year..." she smiled
wistfully, "When I go to school, I'm gonna leave OUR house.  An' you know,
I have enjoyed bein' here takin' care of our home and making breakfast and
dinner for us.  It's been really nice."

   "I know.  And I have really appreciated it, too, baby.  But school's
something you have to do."

   "Don't get me wrong," she said, "I like learnin' stuff.  But I am going
to miss bein' here when you come in, with dinner on the stove."

   I finished the last bites off my plate and pushed back from the table.
"Believe me, babe, I am going to miss that too!" I patted my full belly. 
"You're a better cook than most women four times your age."

   "Awwww, thank you, baby!"

   "But we gotta get you through school."

   "Oh, I'll GET through high school," she said.  "And YOU'RE gonna help
me. Remember?"

   "Yes, I remember."

   Her brow knit.  "Dan, do I come off as intelligent?  I mean, you work
with engineers and they're supposed to be smart.  How do I stack up?"

   "Smart.  You do things on your own that show me that you want knowledge.
And you catch onto things quick.  And you're an excellent
conversationalist. I'd think you're above average.  Way above average."

   "Really?" Her eyes twinkled.

   "Really.  And that's why you're going to get your act together in
school. What I see in you, I want others to see in you, at least your
intellect.  I've seen a lot of you that I want to keep to myself." I
chuckled.

   She smiled wickedly.  "I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours,
little boy..."

   "Such a little minx," I laughed.

   "That's rather archaic, don't you think?" she giggled.  She picked up
her plate.  "Let's get this table cleared and we can play nasty!"

   In record time the dishes were in the washer.

   Forty five minutes later we were in each other's arms, sticky and
satiated and I was running my fingers through her walnut hair, savoring the
wisps of perfume teasing my nostrils.

   "Mmmm, baaaaby," she purred.  "You make me visit another dimension."

   "We get there at the same time, sweet one," I said.  We stayed in each
other's arms for a few more minutes.  I breathed Nikki...

   When she stirred it was to kiss my nose.  "Go take your shower.  I got a
few things to take care of." We didn't shower together every night, just
most of them.  So I was finishing with my shaving when she appeared, a
vision in nudity.  Wiping the remaining lather off my face, I turned to
meet her.  Her touch had me headed towards hardness again.  She gave that
thing a squeeze.

   She hit the shower alone.  I puttered around the bedroom, putting away
clothes and such.  I heard the shower stop, then shortly after, the sound
of a hair dryer.  When it turned off, I counted the seconds before her nude
form came through the door.  She joined me on the bed and gave me a brief
kiss.

   "So tell me, babe," she said, "when are we meeting your family?"

   "This weekend?" I looked at her.  "That is, if school doesn't kill
you..."

   "Hah!" she laughed, "School's not going to be a problem.  Tell `em to
come down here.  I'll cook."

   "Are you sure?"

   She grinned.  "Yeah, I'm sure.  I want `em to think that you married me
for my kitchen skills, not the fact that we screw each other's brains out."

   It was my turn to laugh.  Of course they'd think that.  Even if they
weren't going to see her as she came to me, nubile, naked, desiring.  "You
could be a cordon bleu chef and they'd think I did it for your body, babe!"

   "I don't know why they'd think that," she giggled pushing me onto my
back and straddling me.  The impact of her hot moisture on my dick changed
it from semi-soft to hard and gave her something interesting to slide
between the lips of her pussy.  She did just that, sliding forward and
backward, my dick firmly enwrapped between the firm outer lips of her
pussy, each move increasing the slick wet lubrication of her juices.  She
was still smiling, giggling, looking down at me.

   "Do you know how much I LOVE doing this, Dan?" She grinned, but each
stroke took at little of the grin away as her feelings started to climb
toward orgasm.  Finally she desired me inside her.  She rose off me, my
dick jumped upward and her pussy's opening was waiting.  She slid down over
the length of my shaft as we both moaned.

   I reached up, sliding my hands from her hips upward to cup those firm
tits, each one just a bare handful, each one a little mound of heaven.  I
tweaked her nipples between my fingers, eliciting another moan from her
lips.  She eased forward into my arms her body pressing against mine, our
pelvises moving in concert with each other.  Our mouths merged and we
kissed, breathing each other, tongues meshing as seriously as the parts at
our other ends were doing, completing a circle of mating.

   Her lips broke with mine as her clitty worked her into coming and her
second spasm, her pubic bone grinding into me, triggered liquid fire from
my balls.

   Sometimes it was just too intense to move.  This was one of those times.
I lay there with my eyes closed, arms around Nikki, tuned to the fall and
rise of her chest as she breathed.  Finally she sighed.  "Life is good,
babe.  You make my life good."

   I kissed the top of her head gently.  "I know, sweetie.  You bring the
color back to my life.  I love you."

   "Forever, Dan!"

   "Yes, forever, Nikki."

   It wasn't until she finally rolled off my chest that she wanted to talk
about school.  She did.  "I'm not sure how it's all gonna work," she said.
"I mean, I had a schedule when school ended last year, but with the school
gone, I don't know what I'll get.  Or who the teachers are.  Nothing."

   "Just play it by ear, babe.  You're a survivor.  If you need me, I'll be
at the end of the phone."

   "I know, Dan," she said.  "I'll... We'll find out Wednesday, won't we?"

   "Yeah.  I need to get you copies of our marriage license, though, in
case you need some documentation.  Married fifteen year old girls aren't
too common these days."

   "Yeah.  I knew a bunch that got knocked up.  None of `em got married,
though.  And I'm married, and not knocked up."

   "But that might not be something the school will believe without proof.
Besides, you need to make sure they have me down as your next of kin and
all that stuff."

   "Yeah.  That's gonna be interesting." She snuggled against me, her hand
idly exploring.  My own hand was caressing the smoothness of her back.  I
twisted to kiss her hair.  Her face tilted upward and our lips met for
loving moments, then she nestled her cheek against my chest.  "Mmmmmm," she
purred.

   "Come on," I said.  "Let's go make copies so we'll have the boring stuff
out of the way, babe."

   "Oh, alllll right!" she pouted.

   She pulled a t-shirt on and I pulled on a pair of gym shorts and we went
into the office.  We opened a manila envelope containing the papers that
made us "legal".  She ran through the procedure of scanning them and
printing copies, then put her copies in a separate envelope.  The originals
went into the fireproof safe.

   I'd already explained to her where the important papers were kept, and
this safe was one of those places.  "I can go to school with you, if you
want, baby," I said.

   "I can handle it, I think, babe," she said.  "I just show 'em the
papers. If there's a problem, I'll call you."

   "That'll work," I said.

   We went into the living room, flipped on the TV, didn't find much but
nature shows.  "That's good enough," she said.  She plopped back into my
arms on the sofa.  I kissed her head.

   "You know, we need... Uh, do you have your driver's license?"

   "I'm fifteen, baby.  I can't get anything but a learner's permit."

   "Do you have that?"

   "No.  Like Mom was gonna do THAT for me.  Half the time her car wouldn't
run anyway."

   "We need to get you that, cutie," I said.  "So you don't have to depend
on the bus, and you can run errands and stuff.  YOUR freedom."

   "I'd love that.  You'd teach me to drive?  I can take drivers' ed in
school."

   "You need to see if you can sign up for that, baby.  And we need to get
a copy of your birth certificate and a social security card.  All the
things you need to have a life in the eyes of the government."

   "I don't know where any of those things are, Dan," she said.

   "It'd be nice if we had them right now, but all it takes is a few phone
calls and office visits and we'll get you fixed up."

   I realized that I was not only married to Nikki, but that I was the one
who needed to guide her through life now.  And I wanted to do it in a way
that gave HER the independence to find and use her talents.

   She leaned back against my shoulder so I could get to her ear.  I did,
giving it a little nibble.  She dissolved into a giggly package in my arms.

   "We oughtta go get in bed," she said.

   I think she has good ideas, myself.

   Tuesday was getting closer to normal for me.  I didn't find anything too
troubling, got back to the office, looked at the numbers we'd run up in the
aftermath of the storm.  Steve was happy, until I burst his bubble.  "Looks
real good, buddy!  But what's that bunch of bean-counters gonna say when we
don't have another hurricane NEXT year?"

   "They wouldn't do THAT!"

   "Yeah... Ever since our owners sold the company to that holding company,
we find out things that no sane man ever thought they'd do..."

   I got in my truck and got on the road toward home.  As soon as I got on
the highway, I called Nikki.  "Hey, cutie, "I'm on the way..."

   "Good, baby," she said.  "I miss you.  I got us a roast goin'.  So we
can do leftovers tomorrow."

   "Okay, princess," I said.  "We need to figure out how we can do this
with both of us gone during the day.  I don't think my Nikki is a big ramen
noodle and canned soup fan."

   "Uh, if I HAVE to," she said.  "But I think WE can do better..."

   "'Kay, princess," I said.  "See you in a bit..."

   I drove home, thinking of the little blue-eyed girl waiting for me. 
Life had certainly taken a strange and pleasant twist.  I pulled into the
driveway and killed the truck.  She opened the door as I got out of the
truck.  We met at the door.  Kissed as I kicked it closed behind us.

   "You're a horrible thing," I said.

   "Me?" she asked, "What'd I do?"

   "You waltzed into my life and now the road home is entirely too long at
the end of the day."

   Her concern changed to a smile.  "Me too.  I got a place where I feel
loved and cared about every day.  And safe." She tugged my hand.  "Sit!"

   I sat as she pulled my shoes off and gave my tired feet a few squeezes.
I groaned with pleasure.

   "Makes my guy feel good..." her eyes sparkled.

   As was our normal mode, we each fixed a dinner plate from the pots on
the stove.

   "You cook too good, baby," I said.

   She smiled.  "Thank you.  But tomorrow's gotta be leftovers."

   "Just like I was raised," I said.  "One good meal.  Then leftovers." We
talked about things we could do that didn't take Nikki in the kitchen all
day, and we formulated a plan.

   "We'll try it this way," she said.  "And make adjustments.  We can do
it."

   "I know we can.  You'll make it fun." If we go take a shower, we can
make other things fun, I bet," she giggled.  Then, "If only there was
SOMEBODY to help me get the kitchen cleaned up..."

   Showered and ready for bed.  Giggle.  "I wanna be REAL relaxed goin' to
school tomorrow," she said.

   "I'll do my very best, cutie." I did.  I reaped the rewards, too. 
Except we were sitting in bed at eight, looking at each other.

   Giggle.  "We're getting too good at this, baby." Her eyes twinkled.  "I
passed out on that last one."

   "I know.  I held you till you got back."

   "I was in another universe," she said.  She was still in my arms.  "But
I'm back." Wanna play cards for a little while, 'till we catch our breath?"
Her eyes laughed.  "And then..."

   We did play cards for a while, sitting cross-legged on the bed.  I lost.
Mind kept straying.  To what had already happened.  To what was GOING to
happen.  Makes it difficult to concentrate.  Nine o'clock.  The cards got
put away and I ended up in the arms of this little cutie.

   "If you do me, I will do you, sir..." she played.

   "What a wonderfully polite young lady," I said, playing along.  "It's so
rare to find that these days.  How could I EVER refuse?"

   She quivered through two orgasms before sliding sideways off me and
concentrating her efforts on giving me my second of the evening.  Soon I
had my fingers tangled in her hair, feeling her head bob in my lap as she
sucked me to orgasm.  I think I was paralyzed when she finished.  She
didn't release me until I was softened.

   Then she was up in my arms.  Kisses.

   "Is the alarm set?"

   "Uh-huh..." I was still only barely conscious.

   Another sweet kiss.  "I love you, Dan.  School tomorrow."

   "I love you, Nikki.  And you'll do just fine."