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Second Chance
by DG Hear (dghear@core.com)

***

Does our past really matter when it comes to love? (MF, 
rom, fantasy)

***

There I was at the dinner table with my new girlfriend 
sitting next to me. She had come over to meet some of 
my family for the first time. She had met mom and dad 
many times. They love her almost as much as I do. I 
think they thought I would never get married again 
after the first fiasco of a marriage I had. It was my 
fault. We got married when I was only twenty one years 
old. I guess I just wasn't ready for marriage. I was 
just into the sex like most guys my age at the time.

I was caught cheating on my wife. We were at a New 
Year's party and I guess I had too much to drink and 
was caught with one of the women in the back bedroom. 
My wife walked out of the room and out of my life. That 
was six years ago. Luckily we didn't have any kids. We 
just split what few assets we had and went our own way.

I'm now thirty and a lot wiser and more mature. I'm an 
accountant for a large firm and do quite well. Of 
course I have a degree from State College where I sowed 
my wild oats. The girls were plentiful. Some were there 
to find husbands but a big portion were there to party 
just like I was. I had nothing against these women. 
There was no real love but a lot of sex went on. 

There weren't too many virgins. At least none that I 
knew. What you have to understand is that all these 
guys at college were having sex. They had to have 
partners so anyone that says the girls were all little 
saints are lying to you. Take it from a person who was 
there. In fact that is where I met my first wife.

I met Sally, my girlfriend, at work. She applied for a 
job as a executive secretary at our firm about seven 
months ago. She had moved here from California a couple 
of years before that. She was a good looking woman that 
carried herself with dignity. She was twenty-five and 
dressed and acted professional unless we were alone. 
Then she was just a sweet loving woman. 

It reminds me of the song ‘Behind Closed Doors' no one 
knows what goes on behind closed doors. She worked for 
the executives on the floor above me. I met her in the 
executive lunch room one day when I was watching her 
and dropped my food tray. Boy, I really felt stupid. 
She just laughed and helped me pick up my mess. I got 
another tray, sat down with her and we became friends.

We started dating. It just seemed right the two of us 
together. We didn't have sex until about two months 
into our relationship. She never told me much about her 
past, just that she went to college in California and 
received her degree. She needed a change so she moved 
east to basically start over. I never mentioned it to 
her but wondered. Starting over from what? 

I do have to say she was the best lover I have ever 
had. She could be gentle or she could be rough. She was 
willing to try whatever I wanted. I know she had sex 
before we ever met. No woman could be that good and not 
have some knowledge of the sexual acts. With me she 
seemed so giving, so loving. After about three months 
with her, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life 
with her. I wanted her for my wife. If she would only 
have me.

She was also a good homemaker. Her apartment was 
spotless, neat and looked as though it was decorated by 
a professional. She had done it all herself. She was a 
great cook and could make some of the best desserts. 
Well-mannered, caring, smart and beautiful, all in one 
package. Every man that saw her wanted her. She always 
politely refused and said she was a one-man woman, and 
I was that man. No man could ask for more. I asked her 
to marry me after dating her for just three months. She 
cried and said. "Jerry, are you sure you want to do 
this? You don't really know me well enough?"

I just looked at her beautiful face with tears coming 
down and said, "I love you with all my heart and soul. 
I have never loved anyone as I love you. Please marry 
me."

She was crying as she said, "Jerry, I love you so much 
and, yes, I'll marry you."

We were both hugging and tears came to my eyes. I 
wondered what I did to deserve such a wonderful woman. 
She smelled and felt so good. I never wanted to let go. 
We went into the bedroom, got undressed and made slow 
passionate love. I was kissing her and slowly worked 
down her body. 

God, what a gorgeous human being. I stopped at her 
heaving breasts as I sucked on her nipples until they 
became taut. Then I worked my way down her body kissing 
her soft tummy. I could feel her getting worked up as 
my mouth went lower over her soft trimmed mound. She 
pushed her vagina up against my mouth. I tried to 
devour her taking her in my mouth and listening to her 
sighs and moans.

I had to take her, I couldn't wait much longer. I 
reached into the night stand to get a condom. She put 
her hand over mine saying, "Not tonight, honey, I want 
to feel the full power of your love. Please, just take 
me, I am yours and yours alone."

I slid my hard penis into the moist valley below. She 
felt so warm, so good. I laid across her body resting 
on my elbows so I could devour her lips as I exploded 
into her. I raised slightly and looked into her eyes, 
and saw tears forming. She looked at me and said, "No 
matter what ever happens I want you to know I truly 
love you." Then she kissed me again before I could 
respond.

After we made love and showered together I felt better 
than I ever have. I called my parents with the great 
news. Sally and I were getting married. Mom said they 
were so happy for us. Then she invited us over Sunday 
for a family dinner so my sister Leah and my brother 
Kevin could hear the good news.

As we were sitting at the table my brother Kevin and 
his wife came in with their two rug rats. Kevin took 
one look at Sally, smiled and said, "My God, Jerry, 
what did you do to deserve her?" as he smiled with his 
wife giving him a love tap on the arm. They were a 
great couple, made for each other.

I mentioned to Sally that my sister went to college in 
California also. Sally all of a sudden looked nervous 
and said, "What college did she attend?"

I just told her USC. Sally looked extremely nervous. I 
didn't know why. Then my sister Leah and her husband 
came in. Sally stood up to face them. She looked at 
Leah. As Leah looked at Sally she said, "Oh my God, 
it's Sally." as she covered her open mouth. They both 
said their hello's but I knew there was tension there. 
Sally told us that they both attended USC at the same 
time and it was a surprise to find out Leah was my 
sister. 

Leah said to Sally, "You need to stop by so we can talk 
over old times." I needed to find out why there was so 
much tension between them but had to find another time 
to ask about it. We went on with dinner. Everyone being 
polite to each other. It surprised Leah to hear that 
Sally and I were getting married. She and her husband  
had just gotten married two years ago and had one child 
of their own.

Sally didn't say anymore to me about Leah. I dropped 
Sally off at her apartment, kissed her goodnight and 
then went home. The next day I had lunch with Sally. 
She said she was going over to Leah's after work to 
talk to her for awhile so she wouldn't be able to see 
me tonight. It bothered me so when I left work I headed 
over to Leah's myself. When I got there I saw Sally's 
car parked out front. I pulled into the driveway and 
entered the house through the garage.

As I entered the kitchen all I heard was Leah yelling, 
"You can't, Sally, you just can't. Please don't do it."

I rushed into the room. Sally looked at me with tears 
in her eyes and ran out the door. I looked at a crying 
Leah and yelled, "Can't what, Leah? Can't what? Can't 
marry me? What's going on, Leah?"

Leah looked up at me and said, "She just can't do it." 
I looked at Leah and then ran after Sally. I had to 
know what this was all about.

Before I could get to her car Sally had sped off. I ran 
out, got in my car and went looking for Sally. I knew I 
was driving too fast for these crooked roads, but I 
needed to catch up with Sally. The next thing I knew I 
didn't make the curve and my car was rolling over an 
embankment. Then I woke up in the hospital or was I 
awake?

It was like I was a spirit looking down on my body just 
lying there. I could see the doctors and nurses working 
on me. I was hooked up to all kinds of machines. I 
could see it all happening. Was I dead? No, I was 
breathing but was unconscious. I was comatose. I could 
see everything happening to my body but couldn't do 
anything but watch.

My parents came in and took my lifeless hand. I could 
hear everyone talking but couldn't even move a finger. 
I wanted to tell them that I was alive but had no way 
of doing it. I couldn't move my fingers or even my 
toes. My eyelids would move ever so slightly and that 
was it. I kept yelling while looking down on the room. 
I'm alright, please hear me, I'm alright. Mom was 
crying as dad held her. When they walked out, my sister 
Leah came in with her husband. She kept saying she was 
so sorry as she cried over me. Why couldn't I move? 
God, let me at least move a finger.

My brother came in with his wife. I guess they only 
allowed two visitors at a time. My little brother tried 
to keep a stiff upper lip but broke down and started 
crying over me. He kept repeating, "Why, bro, what 
happened?" He and his wife then walked out.

God, what happened to me? Was I dying? Would I recover? 
What ever happened to Sally? I needed answers but all I 
had were unanswered questions. Why was I able to see 
what was going on? Is this the way it is for all 
comatose patients? Do we see ourselves dying. No, this 
isn't the way it's supposed to be. I was suppose to be 
getting married not dying.

The nurse came back in after my brother and his wife 
left. She checked all the machines, shaking her head in 
a no direction and then walked out. Then I looked over 
at the door and there stood Sally. Dad walked her into 
the room and stood back while she came up to my near 
lifeless body. She was crying as she kissed my forehead 
then held my hand in hers and kissed it also. I wanted 
to squeeze her hand and let her know I was alive but 
nothing happened.

Dad told her it was time to go. She said she wasn't 
going anywhere. She was staying here with the one she 
loved and sat down in a chair next to me and wept.

A week passed and I was still in a coma. Sally went to 
work everyday and then would come sit next to my 
lifeless body for hours. She would tell me everything 
that went on that day and sometimes read to me. She 
told me she had taken care of the insurance and that 
she notified my bosses and that I was on a medical 
leave. I was not to worry because my job would be 
waiting for me. She talked to me like I could hear 
everything she was saying.

One day I overheard the doctor and nurse talking. The 
nurse said, "He's so young.  What are his chances? What 
happened to him?"

The doctor replied, "We've done everything medically 
possible for him. It's out of our hands now.  All we 
can do is wait. It isn't looking good. His brain is 
still working but his vitals signs are falling. He must 
have hit his head extremely hard in the accident. I 
don't know if he'll recover."

My parents started stopping by each day for about an 
hour. Then the time they spent would be less and less. 
Who could blame them? Sitting there watching their son 
unconscious not knowing if he would ever recover. They 
would always kiss my forehead and then hug Sally as 
they left.

Just so you know, my spirit body couldn't just travel 
anywhere. As long as my body was alive, I could stay 
near it. I saw and heard all the doctors and nurses 
comments. They weren't sure if I would recover. They 
told Sally one day that I couldn't hear her and maybe 
she should leave and get some needed rest. Sally got 
irate with them. This was the first time I'd ever seen 
her mad. She just flat out told the doctor that he was 
wrong. She knew that I could hear her and that she knew 
I would recover.

The doctor apologized to Sally and said he wished he 
had the faith that she had. She smiled at the doctor 
and said, "It's even more than faith. It's the total 
love I have for him. He will recover."

This daily routine went on for about a month. My 
parents stopped in for a few minutes every day. My sis 
and brother came by maybe every three or four days. 
Sally never missed a day. I think she spent all her 
free time sitting by my bedside, reading stories or 
newspapers to me. She said when I woke up she didn't 
want me to be behind on the news. 

The next time Sally came in and was alone with my 
lifeless body she said she had to let me know what 
happened, why she left so abruptly. She always wanted 
to tell me but was afraid I would leave her. But seeing 
my sister Leah, she couldn't keep it a secret any 
longer. She had to tell me, no more secrets.

***

Sally began telling me her story:

"Believe it or not, Jerry, it all began in high school. 
I wanted to be popular. So I found out early in high 
school that if you want to be popular with the boys, 
just put out. That's what I did. I had dates all the 
time. I would date different guys for two or three 
months at I time. I was a good looking girl that put 
out. All the guys wanted to date me. Yes, I was a slut 
but never thought of myself as one, not at the time. 
Were the guys sluts? They were doing the same thing I 
was. If guys put out, are they sluts?"

"I was still an excellent student. I had brains and a 
body. Looking back, it was too bad I didn't use the 
brains more. I did find out I could have just about 
anything or anybody I wanted. Looking back I could see 
where I was bad, really bad. But at the time I was just 
having fun. I smoked marijuana in high school and in 
college. Everyone I hung out with did too."

"I had the grades to go to USC but I had to have sex 
with the guidance counselor to get his recommendation. 
Damn him, I didn't like being used. I liked to be in 
charge, to pick my partners. I should have turned him 
in."

"I started at USC, I made the sorority. I had the 
brains so the schooling was a breeze. That gave me time 
to party. I did a lot of it. I guess I was a slut. I 
had sex with most everyone I wanted. You notice I said 
sex, not love.  You're the only person I made love to, 
Jerry." 

"That's where I met your sister Leah. This is what you 
heard about at Leah's house. When she said, ‘Don't do 
it.' she wasn't talking about us getting married. She 
was fine with that. She didn't want anyone to know she 
was somewhat of a slut herself. I needed time to think.  
That's why I left so abruptly."

"Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this but she was 
pretty wild too. She told me she was going to party and 
then return home to Ohio and live a clean life. She 
wanted to get the sex scene out of her system. I guess 
she did. One time we even had a little girl on girl 
action. It wasn't that big of a deal at the time but 
now looking back I regret most of my college days. I 
figure Leah never told her husband and was afraid if I 
told you, he might find out."

"I got pregnant and had a abortion when I was a 
sophomore. I thought I could handle it but I couldn't. 
I never overcame it. I took a life. I couldn't believe 
it. I killed my baby. I wasn't sure who the father was 
but that didn't make any difference. I took my baby's 
life."

"After that my life changed. I mean it really changed. 
I dropped out of the sorority and put my mind to work. 
They say a tiger can't change its stripes but this one 
was going to try. I even changed colleges my junior and 
senior year. I didn't want to drag the baggage with me. 
I graduated from California State with my degree. I cut 
all ties with USC. Leah knew about the abortion. That 
was the last time I saw or spoke to her until the 
dinner at your parents."

"I did tell my parents I had a miscarriage. I couldn't 
tell them I killed their grandchild. It wasn't the 
baby's fault, it was mine. I was so sorry for being 
promiscuous and possibly hurting them also. I was doing 
my best to change. No more drugs, no more sex, I wanted 
to start over." 

"A lot of people blame their lives on their parents. 
It's not true in my case. My parents were wonderful. I 
have three brothers and two sisters. I was in the 
middle. I guess I didn't get enough attention so I went 
out and found it. I really regret my past but I was 
going to learn from it."

"After graduation my parents agreed with me starting 
over was a good idea. So I packed my bags and headed 
east. I had an older sister in Indiana in whom I 
confided. She said I could stay with her and her family 
until I got on my feet. She was a homemaker. She taught 
me how to cook and decorate. I stayed there at her 
place until I moved here."

"I applied for secretarial work in Indiana and Ohio. 
Over a two year period I honed my abilities. Then I 
applied for this executive secretary's job. I am good 
at what I do, Jerry. I didn't have to give my body to 
get a job. I did it with my abilities. You need to know 
that I never slept with anyone to get a job. I worked 
my way up the ladder."

"Then I met you, Jerry. You might not believe this and 
I can't blame you don't but you were the first man I 
have had sex with since the abortion. It wasn't sex 
with you, Jerry, it was love. I wanted to tell you 
about my past so bad. I didn't want secrets between us. 
I was distraught when I saw Leah. I reacted stupidity. 
I should never have run out on you. God, I'm so sorry.  
I was so afraid of losing you and now I will probably 
lose you either way. I just wanted you to know. I love 
you so very, very much. When you pull through and I 
know you will, I will tell you everything. Even at the 
cost of losing you. Please forgive me."

***

Wow, she told me everything. The love of my life 
admitted to being a slut. How was I supposed to deal 
with it. My mind knows but I can't do anything one way 
or the other. She's been here by my side day after day 
going on two months. She is trying to change and 
succeeding. Doesn't she deserve a second chance at a 
good life. Has what she did so much worse then anyone 
else? Hasn't she paid the price for her wrong doings?

What about all the women I have had sex with? I lived 
the same kind of lifestyle as Sally. I've changed, I 
know I have. I'm in love with Sally and when I pull 
through I'm going to take her in my arms and together 
we'll have that second chance. 

"God, please help me. I know I can't do it without 
you." Isn't it funny how we turn to God when all else 
fails?

The next day my parents came in and talked to the 
doctors. After they left the doctors were turning my 
machines off. Have they given up on me? Was I dead? 
God, what was going on?

A few minutes later Sally came in screaming, demanding 
to know what was going on? The doctors told her that 
they have turned off all life support systems. The only 
thing they left hooked up was my feeding tubes. If I 
was to make it now, I had to do it on my own.

"Why?" Sally yelled, "Why can't you help him? Leave the 
machines on.  Please."

The doctors showed her a document. It was a living will 
that I had signed after hearing about comatose patients 
being on life support for years. I remember signing it 
a few years ago. It read, "If I am ever comatose, after 
two months, if the doctors don't believe I have a good 
chance of recovery then I want to be taken off life 
support and allowed to die. But under no circumstances 
were my feeding tubes to be removed." I was not going 
to starve to death.

Sally was crying. She was on her knees praying to God. 
"God, please help him. He's a good man, he's the love 
of my life. If you take him, take me also. Life without 
him wouldn't be worth living. Please, Lord, give him a 
second chance. Give us a second chance. Give us a 
chance to be a family. Please, Lord, please."

The doctor and the nurse had tears in their eyes 
listening to Sally's prayer. The doctor looked at his 
nurse and with tears in his eyes he said, "There is no 
God! If there was, he wouldn't put this poor woman 
through all this suffering for nothing. What is there 
to gain to letting this man die?"

Then I asked myself, "What did she just say? Give us a 
chance to be a family? Is she pregnant? God, I had to 
wake up, I had to." God, I was crying as hard as any 
man ever cried. I was going to be a father and I was 
dying. I kept crying. All of a sudden tears were 
rolling down my cheeks on my near lifeless body. Sally 
looked up and called the doctor in. "He's crying 
doctor, my love is crying. Is that a sign, doctor? Is 
it?"

The doctor pulled up my eyelids and I cried harder. 
Sally grabbed my hand and I moved my finger. "Doctor, 
doctor, I felt him move." The doctor quickly yelled to 
his nurse to turn all the machines back on. He had to 
read the meters. "Pulse up, blood pressure rising, 
temperature rising." Sally was crying.  She leaned over 
and kissed me on the lips. I opened my eyes and began 
to cry. 

The doctor called for help. They asked Sally to step 
out, she looked at the doctor, "Please," he said, "just 
for a minute. He'll be all right." Sally ran to the 
telephone to call my mom and dad.

The doctor looked at his nurse and said, "There really 
is a God. This just didn't happen, this was a miracle." 
The nurse asked the doctor what she should write on the 
charts? He said, "We can't write a miracle down. We 
will just have to put down ‘Comatose patient regains 
consciousness.'"

I as a spirit was leaving the air and going back into 
by body. I turned and looked at the doctor and asked 
for a glass of water. It felt good to have fresh water 
touching my lips. I looked up and it was a crying Sally 
holding the cup full of water with a straw to moisten 
my dry lips. The doctor didn't say a word. He knew it 
was this woman's love and prayers that helped bring me 
back.

In the next couple of hours everyone in the family 
showed up. Mom and dad, Leah and her husband, my 
brother Kevin and his wife. I was allowed three 
visitors at a time. The hospital knew that Sally wasn't 
going to leave my side. I was getting tired so everyone 
was smiling and leaving. Well, almost everyone, Sally 
spent that night in the chair right next to me holding 
my hand.

In the next couple of days I began to return to normal. 
All life support systems were removed as well as the 
feeding tubes. I was allowed soup and Jell-o for the 
first couple of days. When I was released from the 
hospital Sally took me to her place. She said the 
doctor said she needed to be by my side. We both 
laughed. I knew she just made that up. 

We sat at the kitchen table and she brought me out a 
bowl of homemade soup. She looked at me very seriously 
and said, "Jerry, I have to tell you about my life. It 
might completely change our relationship. It's why I 
ran out at your sister's home. I have to be totally 
honest with you. There is no other way if we're to stay 
together."

I took her hand in mine, "Sally, I love you with all my 
heart. There is nothing you can say to me that would 
change that."

Sally said, "But..." I cut her off.

"But nothing, I love you and besides you all ready told 
me everything while I was in the hospital. About your 
teenage years, about your wild college years, my wild 
sister and yes even about the abortion." 

Sally was in full fledge tear dome, "You heard me? You 
were in a coma but you heard me. You know everything? 
Will you forgive me?"

"What's to forgive? That was your other life, you asked 
God to give us a second chance and he did. I do have 
one question though. When is our baby due?"

She got up, hugged me then she said, "Babies, we're 
having twins and they are due in seven months"

I was elated. I have the woman of my dreams. I'm going 
to become a father in seven months. Then I realized 
that would be right around Christmas. What better 
present could my wife give me than a family of our own?

Sally wanted to be a June bride. It was already May so 
we started making plans for a small wedding. Her mom 
and dad were so happy for us and said they would fly 
in. A couple of her brothers and sisters were going to 
make the trip also.

On my side of the family everyone showed up. We had a 
small church wedding with our family around us. Sally 
was just beginning to show so she didn't want a wedding 
dress. But she looked beautiful in her light blue 
dress. I rented a blue tux in the same color. I wanted 
everyone to know that we were a couple.

We left after the wedding for a honeymoon. We made love 
every night. Seeing the radiance around her and kissing 
her little belly that was home for our future children 
was a wonder all its own. I never pictured life being 
so good.

We moved into Sally's apartment for now. We planned on 
getting the house with the little picket fence in the 
future. We were taking the gift of life that God gave 
us one day at a time. I did stop over to talk to Leah. 
I told her that I knew about her past and her secrets 
were safe with Sally and I. Her past was between her 
and her husband. I mentioned that Sally and I agreed 
never to discuss her past with anyone. We were only 
looking toward the future.

Mom invited us over for Thanksgiving dinner. All my 
family was there. We were all sitting around the tables 
and were getting ready to partake of the feast when 
Sally stood up and asked my dad if she could say a 
blessing before eating?

My family believed in God but we weren't big church 
goers or even the type to say grace before meals. My 
dad looked at my pregnant wife and said, "By all means, 
Sally, it would be an honor for you to give thanks on 
this day of Thanksgiving."

We all held hands as Sally spoke, "Our dear heavenly 
Father, we are gathered together here on this day to 
give thanks for all you have given us. Thank you for 
family but thank you most of all for giving us back 
Jerry. I know that it was only because of your Devine 
intervention that we have Jerry with us today. Thank 
you for giving me, my husband and my family a ‘Second 
Chance' in life.  In your name we pray. Amen

As she finished I looked over at her and kissed her 
gently. Then saying "I Love you" as we all began to 
eat.

My mom was asking Sally about our future babies. She 
was wondering if twins ran in her family?  Sally told 
her when she spoke with her mom that she said that she 
knows of no other sets of twins in our family. My mom 
said that she didn't know of any in ours either. I just 
said there's probably a set somewhere that no-one 
remembers.

In truth Sally and I talked about it. We honestly feel 
that God in his infinite wisdom is giving Sally her 
baby back through us. He's giving her baby a "second 
chance" at life also. We could be wrong but we don't 
care what other people think. We know what we have been 
through.

Sally's parents planned on coming to Ohio for the 
Christmas holiday. They wanted to be here for the birth 
of our babies. 

They arrived here on December 23rd. Sally was ready.  
She was happy but she wanted the babies born. On the 
24th we were all over at my parents home celebrating 
Christmas eve. Sally came out of the bathroom and said, 
"Jerry, my water broke. I think your kids are about 
ready to come out." 

I jumped up running around gathering everything up. I 
thought I was prepared but I wasn't. I threw everything 
in the car and started off until I remembered I forgot 
Sally. I backed up and ran to the door. There stood my 
family laughing at me including Sally. I slowly walked 
her to the car, opened her door and then got in and 
drove to the hospital. I took her to the emergency room 
and had her admitted. The nurse said something about 
dilating and that it might be a couple of hours.

I went to the waiting room and Sally's parents and my 
parents arrived. They all wanted to be there for the 
arrival of their new grandchildren. I was so nervous I 
had to go to the restroom and throw up. When I got back 
it was just after midnight, December the 25th. The 
nurse came out and got me. She asked if I wanted to be 
there during the delivery. 

In one sense I did but in another I didn't. I had to be 
with Sally. They gave me a hospital gown to put on and 
a face mask. I walked in the room and saw Sally looking 
at me. I knew she was in pain but she still smiled at 
me as I held her hand. Just like she had done for me 
many months before.

I heard Sally scream out as the doctor said, "Here it 
comes. A baby boy." They weight him. I went to the door 
and said, "I'm a father. I have a son, Joseph, five 
pounds seven ounces. Born at 12:17am." Our parents were 
smiling with joy. Then I ran back in and grabbed 
Sally's hand. She screamed out again. 

The doctor again said, "Here it comes, a beautiful baby 
girl." Again after being weighed I ran to the door, "We 
have a beautiful baby daughter, Mary, five pounds four 
ounces, born at 12:42am." As our parents were crying 
with joy outside in the waiting room I was crying 
inside the room with my wonderful wife.

After the little ones were cleaned up and Sally was 
presentable our parent came in to see Sally and the 
babies. All three were so beautiful. The babies were 
taken to the nursery and our parents left. Sally had 
gone to sleep. The nurse asked me if I was leaving. I 
just smiled at her and said, "No, you see I love this 
woman with all my heart and all my soul. If she wakes 
up, I want her to know that I'm here waiting for her.

Epilog:

From that day on we had a storybook life. Sally decided 
she wanted to be a full time homemaker. She wanted to 
be there for her family. I received a promotion, I was 
the head accountant on our floor. We bought that house, 
though not so little, but it did have the little picket 
fence.

We're still not real religious people. We do go to 
church from time to time. We know that our life was all 
second chances, Sally's past, our twins, my near death 
experience. It was God that answered Sally's prayer, it 
was God that heard the doctor saying he didn't exist, 
it was God who intervened and saved me from a sure 
death. I believe it was all because of the love of one 
woman for one man that God saved me. "I love you, 
Sally."

Thank you for reading my story.
DG Hear

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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