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Love Unexpected - 4
by Invid Fan (invidfan@localnet.com)

***

Sequel to Taylor Con. A forgotten photo brings back 
memories of his late love, so one snowy evening Fred 
tells his growing family her tale. (MF, oral, rom)

***

Love Unexpecteced:
1.Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
2.Incidents of Taylor
3.Taylor Con
4.Ghosts of Fort Niagara

****

Violet walked along the bookshelves, running her hands 
along the spines. She loved the feel of a book, the size 
and shape of it. Sure, you could get everything 
electronically, have the entire contents of this room in 
your phone or pad, but... maybe the twelve year old was 
just old fashioned. Or she was turning out like her 
parents.

Yuck.

Smiling, Violet turned and walked to the other side of 
the room. The house her Daddy had designed for the 
growing family had a huge library, with books divided in 
various ways. Not just by subject, but by popularity. 
Each person, adult or child, could put a book in their 
own special section as well as keep a couple in their 
room. You could read someone's special book, and in fact 
that was encouraged, but it had to go back where you 
found it. 

Today, Violet was going to look at her Dad's books.

As the oldest of the seven children, although just by 
six months, she was the most advanced in her reading. 
Cindy was close behind, but as she was now in Sixth 
Grade, Violet was more interested in "adult" books. Oh, 
not the stuff with sex in them, although her parents had 
never kept that kind of stuff from her. Her own lack of 
interest had been enough of a filter. No, she was just 
moving on to the same type of stories her parents liked. 
Maybe. It was time to see if she actually liked reading 
them.

She ran her light chocolate colored hand along the 
shelf, looking at the options. Large hard covers, comic 
books, paperbacks... so many choices. Which were his 
favorites of his favorites? Maybe the ones that looked 
the most read?

On a middle shelf, there was a row of old, thick 
paperbacks. Many by the same author, Feist, with fantasy 
sounding names. They looked battered and well read. A 
good place to start. Violet reached and pulled the first 
book out, looking at the cover. It was dark blue, with a 
picture of a teen boy and a wizard, and given the title, 
"Magician: Apprentice", she could guess the 
relationship. She turned it over, reading the 
description, then flipped through it.

In the middle, was a book mark.

A photo. Of a naked woman, lying on a couch, reading 
this very same book.

Violet's eyes widened. She pulled the picture out, 
looking at it closely. It wasn't of one of her moms. She 
had seen naked pictures of her moms, or at least of two 
of them, as Mommy Taylor had painted them at various 
times, as well as just seeing them in various states of 
undress. Things were somewhat casual in that regard. The 
woman in the photo was very curvy, like Mommy Anita, but 
lacked the dark skin that Violet shared with her birth 
mother. She was also tall, like Mommy Rachel, and had 
glasses like her, but had curly red hair falling to her 
shoulders instead of being blond. 

Who WAS this? A mystery mommy? Did her MOMS know Dad had 
a picture like this in his books?

And if not... should she tattle?

She walked out of the library with the book, and 
wandered down the hall towards her bedroom. She had to 
think.

****

Taylor was singing as she cooked.

She loved cooking. She loved doing things for others. 
Especially... her family. 

Her family... still, after over a decade of marriage, 
just that word gave her goosebumps. Taylor had so many 
people to love, and who loved her. Loved her 
unconditionally. Understood, accepted, and cherished all 
her faults and quirks. What more could any woman, any 
human, want?

Well, there was a part of her that wanted still more 
babies. Smiling, Taylor acknowledged that she was the 
happiest when she was pregnant, with a huge belly 
jutting out her short, thin frame. The four of them had 
decided, though, that four had been enough. Not enough 
children, mind you, but given practical and financial 
limits it had been decided that with Anita unable to 
have more and Taylor popping out four of her own, any 
more children would come from Rachel. She had given them 
a daughter so far, bringing the total to seven, and was 
pregnant again. That was OK with Taylor. What few 
regrets she had were wiped out by the love of her 
children and wives. And husband.

She looked up at the clock. Fred and Anita should be 
home soon. They had taken the boys out to the park to 
sled, and said they'd be home by dinner. They'd better 
be. It looked like the snow was really starting to come 
down out there. Plus, she'd pulled out Fred's 
grandmother's pierogi recipe and spent the day making 
them from scratch. That was a lot of work that shouldn't 
go to waste. Luckily, she had the two older girls to 
help. Speaking of which...

"Violet! Cindy! Get in here!"

She heard the scrambling from around the house, and in a 
minute her two daughters came running in from either 
side of the kitchen. Cindy made it first. Her skinny 
beanpole of a body slid to a stop next to the 
refrigerator, a grin on her face. Already the almost 
twelve year old was as tall as her mother, having 
inherited height genes from Fred's side of the family it 
seemed. Yet in most other ways she was her mother's 
daughter. Girly to the point of parody, she wore her 
long brown hair in a braid down past her waist and 
dressed in pink and white whenever possible. Today's 
selection was a pink skirt and white blouse.

Next in was Violet, the only one of the children not 
fathered by Fred but loved by all. She was Anita's 
mirror, Mayan in blood and just starting to show the 
curves that would soon make boys quake in her presence. 
Personality wise though she had seemed to take after 
Fred more than the others, perhaps absorbing it by 
osmosis, was an avid reader and would listen to Fred 
tell tales of history and adventure whenever she 
cornered him. Not that he ever shirked from such. Her 
dress tended towards jeans and t-shirts, today's being a 
black Bubblegum Crisis one that hid breasts just 
starting to take shape. She was holding a blue paperback 
in her hand.

"Cindy," Taylor ordered the giggling girl, "set the 
table. Violet, cut those onions up for the pierogi's." 
Cindy walked over to the cabinet and began grabbing 
plates, while Violet hesitated. Her mother looked at her 
questioningly, the girl also matching her height 
already.

"Mom... can I ask you something?"

"Certainly. Can you do it while you chop onions?" Violet 
nodded and put the book down away from the cutting 
board, then grabbed the knife and began chopping. "What 
is it?" Taylor asked, grabbing the giant wok she planned 
on using. It wasn't Polish, but was great for large 
batches of the potato and cheese filled dough pockets.

"Um... did Dad have a wife before you?"

Taylor would have dropped the pan if it wasn't already 
on the stove. As it was it clattered off the gas burner, 
and Cindy looked up startled from the table she'd been 
setting. Taylor just looked at her oldest in shocked 
confusion.

"Why do you ask THAT, honey?"

Violet went over and picked up the book again, and 
handed it to her mother. Taylor recognized it instantly, 
and seeing the edge of the photo sticking out her eyes 
teared up a bit and she looked up at her daughter.

"Oh, honey... your Dad hasn't told you about her yet, 
has he?"

Violet shook her head, and Cindy slowly walked over 
entranced by this new mystery. Taylor pulled the photo 
out of the book, and Cindy gasped.

"Who is she, Mom?"

"In a way... she's the one who made this family 
possible." She looked up at them. "Tonight, after the 
kids are in bed, we'll see if your Dad wants to talk. 
It's his story."

****

They sat in the living room, snow silently falling on 
the other side of the large windows. The four youngest 
were in bed, if not asleep, and the rest of the family 
surrounded Fred as the fireplace in the corner sent out 
its comforting light and heat. He was sitting in the 
middle of the couch, photo in hand, just staring at it. 
Rachel, belly round with their eighth child, sat on his 
right, hands on his shoulder, eyes darting between her 
husband's face and the mystery picture. Anita sat on his 
left, one hand caressing his leg, the other around 
Taylor who sat next to her. On the floor in front of 
them sat Violet, Cindy, and Freddy. His sisters had 
filled Freddy in, and as the eleven year old sat between 
them he looked up at his father with wonder. How many 
moms did he HAVE?

Fred looked up, eyes traveling between his three oldest, 
then he looked first at Rachel then his other two wives. 
He felt the love surrounding him... and that finally 
made his mind up. He looked back at the photo, and 
sighed.

"I haven't seen this picture in years. I... had 
forgotten I had left it there. It was in the book when I 
first met Mommy Taylor, and maybe I kept it there as a 
good luck charm. It seems to have worked," he added, 
looking around and smiling. The kids giggled at that, 
and his wives leaned in for quick kisses which also 
brought embarrassed giggles from the kids. They were use 
to all the kissing, though. Fred looked down at the 
kids. "Your mommies know about this woman. I've joked 
for years that she's the one who brought us all 
together. However... I've never told anyone her story 
before. It's a sad one, although we were happy most of 
the time. You three are old enough to hear it, and more 
importantly understand it, and maybe I'm ready to tell 
it." His gaze again fell to the picture. "I still miss 
you, Lisa."

****

Fred loved Forts.

Forts were fun. Forts were fantastic. Forts were... 
forty. Wait, that wasn't right... What was right, 
though, was Fred was walking up to the gates of Old Fort 
Niagara.

He stopped with his feet just on the drawbridge, and 
looked up. Before him was the stone gate house. Through 
that, the courtyard, the Castle, the "underground" 
batteries... he had been to this place so many times in 
his life he knew it by heart. So many memories were of 
his family driving up to the park for a picnic lunch and 
wandering around the battlements. How would it feel, now 
that his family was gone?

People were passing by him, so reluctantly Fred moved 
his feet and walked under the steel gate, through the 
short tunnel, and into the courtyard.

People and tents filled the yard, which laughingly Fred 
realized would have changed his feelings regardless of 
the events of the past month. Encampments, hundreds of 
re-enactors descending on the fort for a weekend, were 
new. It created a sort of renaissance fair atmosphere, 
except with guns and more accurate clothing. Noting the 
Native American warrior walking by dressing in just a 
small loin cloth, it also had a bit more for the ladies 
obviously...

Fred wandered around, taking it in. After a year of 
dealing with Mom's chemo, Dad's drinking and decline, 
all fit in among his teaching workload... seeing all 
this activity and knowing it had absolutely nothing to 
do with him was wonderful. He could let it wash around 
him, safe in the knowledge he could just walk away any 
time.

A secret part of him wished he could have done that with 
his parents.

He came up to the "French Castle", a large two story 
rectangular stone building with a third story attic. An 
attic which Fred considered one of the funniest things 
his Dad had told him as a kid. He had to go up there 
again.

There wasn't exactly a line, but more a steady stream of 
people entering the Castle, and Fred joined them. The 
main doors were closed so they filed in through the end 
of the building, wandering past one long wooden bed 
where the common soldiers would sleep. Kids were looking 
at that in wonder. Fred entered the central area, with 
the stair cases going up, and saw a couple elementary 
aged kids looking at the stone well. There was also a 
redheaded woman there, probably a mother, who wasn't 
exactly fat but on the curvy side. Fred's eyes slid back 
to the kids, and chuckling he went over.

"See the severed head down there?" he asked. The two 
boys and a girl looked up at him, startled. The blond 
pigtailed girl's eyes widened.

"H-head?"

"Oh, my mistake. It would be the headless body down 
there. You know," he said, looking at the three of them, 
"from the headless ghost."

The oldest boy, wearing a Sabres shirt and hat, looked 
down into the well.

"There's a BODY down there?!? No way!"

"That's what the legend says," Fred replied, having 
their full attention. The redhead, who he now saw had 
glasses and a rather cute face, was also listening 
attentively along with others nearby. Fred looked down 
at the kids and lowered his voice a bit as if telling a 
great secret. "The story goes two soldiers were fighting 
for the love of a beautiful native girl, and they fought 
just outside this building. The one KILLED the other, 
and cut his head off! He tossed the head in the river, 
and the body down the well! And..." his voice lowered 
even more, "... sometimes at night, if you are wandering 
around the darkened fort, you can see his headless body 
looking... for his head!"

"Cool!"

"Awesome!"

"Let's look for his head!"

The oldest boy, now having a quest, dashed off into one 
of the rooms, and the other two quickly followed. Fred 
smiled. Who said history had to be boring?

It was a bit crowded down here, so Fred turned and 
ambled up the stairs to the second floor. He entered one 
of the large stone rooms, obviously an officer's 
quarters, and walked around a bit examining things. The 
park had picked up some better items to fill the rooms 
with, his memory seemed to be telling him. He was 
looking at the fireplace when there was a female voice 
behind him.

"See any extra heads in here?"

He straightened and turned. It was the woman from the 
well. Fred wasn't used to being stalked like this, and 
that thought caused him to laugh. Of course he wasn't 
being stalked! He did, though, give her a closer look. 
She seemed to be in her mid-twenties, compared to his 
thirty, wearing a blue Mickey Mouse t-shirt that was a 
bit oversized but tight where it counted. She had dark 
red shorts on that showed off shapely legs, and red hair 
that was all curl and flowed down to her shoulders. Fred 
cocked his head at her.

"No heads. Or tails for that matter."

"That was a nice tale you told," she said, walking 
further into the room. An Asian family entered behind 
her, and as Fred moved over to the window he could hear 
them chatting happily in what he assumed was one of the 
Chinese dialects. The woman moved up near him, but not 
close enough to be considered unusual. Or stalk-ish.

The family moved into the next room, and Fred followed 
as did the woman. He looked at a writing desk, and its 
contents.

"I'm always fascinated by the things that are the same," 
he said to the stranger who he could feel behind him. 
"People tend to find the same solutions to problems, 
regardless of the point in history."

"I just like old things," she said, putting her hand on 
the wooden desk. Part of Fred cringed. Yes, in this 
particular instance they probably expected that, but a 
lifetime of training by his father (a history teacher 
like he was) had instilled a profound respect for 
artifacts from the past. You just... didn't touch 
things.

The thought of his father darkened his mood a bit, and 
Fred's sarcastic nature came out.

"So, is that why you're following me?"

He turned to face her, his expression questioning, and 
saw her face turn a bit red. She suddenly looked unsure, 
and regretting his words Fred shook his head.

"Sorry, shouldn't have said that. Not really having a 
good day." Taking a chance, he held out his hand. "I'm 
Fred."

"Lisa." She stepped forward and took his hand. Hers was 
soft, and the nails unpainted. Another group of people 
entered from the door behind her, and Lisa stepped 
forward even closer to Fred. He stood his ground and 
raised an eyebrow at her, enjoying her suddenly 
flustered expression. Fred noted that she was just a 
couple inches shorter than his six feet, and before 
things got out of hand he took a half step back and 
smiled at her.

"Have you been to the fort before?" he asked, changing 
the subject.

"No," she said, getting herself under control. Fred 
recognized the signs, and realized she was as unused to 
meeting strangers like this as he was. Fred just had the 
advantage of not being the one putting themselves out 
there for possible ridicule and hurt. His expression 
softened, and he chuckled.

"Ah, so you haven't seen the joke yet!"

"Joke?"

"One of my favorites. Let's go upstairs."

He motioned for her to come with him, a self mocking 
sweep of the arm. She raised her own eyebrow, and 
smiling walked out of the room with him. Fred led the 
way up the stone steps, and in moments they found 
themselves in a large open room stretching the length of 
the building. The roof came to a peak over them, 
slanting down to the floor. All four sides had multiple 
dormers with windows, with nine running down the front 
and the back of the room. And, pointing out almost every 
window... a cannon.

"Wha?!" Lisa's eyes widened as she looked around. There 
were others up here, walking around, and some kids were 
playing with the guns. Fred led her to one of the 
cannons and put a hand on it. Cannons, you could touch 
with impunity. 

"The local Indian tribe, when the French came here, 
said, 'You can build a trading post, but NO FORT.' The 
French said, 'Oh, sure, no fort! No problem!' So, what 
did they do? They built a huge building with VERY thick 
stone walls... and put twenty cannons on the top floor 
behind normal looking windows."

Lisa burst out laughing, and Fred grinned at her. She 
had a beautiful laugh.

"Like I said, this is one of my favorite historical 
jokes."

"It is good," she agreed, wiping her eyes. Fred thought 
he saw her other hand start to move towards him, then 
pull back almost before it started. He began to feel... 
happy. A special kind of happiness he hadn't had in a 
while. Taking his second chance of the day, he moved a 
bit closer to her and stretched his right hand out a bit 
towards her.

"Would you like to see the rest of the fort with me, 
Lisa?"

Reaching out, she touched his fingers.

"I'd like that, Fred."

****

Lisa was twenty five, and worked at a bank south of 
Buffalo. She had an apartment close to her parents 
house, liked science fiction and bad boy bands, and had 
come up to the fort with some women from work but had 
wandered off. Their pointless gossip had gotten to be a 
bit much.

The two of them walked out of the Castle and explored. 
They climbed the guard towers, looking out over Lake 
Ontario, walked the walls, and in general looked at the 
people as much as the fort. The crowd was as diverse as 
Fort Niagara itself, which in its history had been under 
three nation's flags. This led to four different sets of 
re-enactors wandering around: British, French, American, 
and American Indian. All the fighting between them so 
far was confined to organized battles with blanks, so 
far as Fred could tell.

They came to a doorway leading to stone steps into the 
ground, and Fred used this as an excuse to take Lisa's 
hand as they headed down. A group of boys came running 
up the stairs, yelling, forcing the two of them to hug 
the wall.

"This place was always much quieter when I came with my 
parents," Fred commented to Lisa grinning. 

"Which do you like better?"

Fred paused at the bottom of the steps, thinking. It was 
dark down there, especially after the bright clear sky 
above. Lisa kept her eyes on his face, her own twinkling 
in amusement. Finally, he looked at her and shrugged.

"Both. I'd hate for it always be like this, as it's 
easier to think and imagine in the silence, but... yeah, 
both." He led her farther into the room, and Lisa 
suddenly noticed the row of cannons pointed out the 
stone windows. It looked like.... they were pointed at a 
hill that also had cannons pointing out of it!

"What the...?"

Fred grinned.

"Great, isn't it? They built these two cannon batteries 
at basically ground level sticking out from the fort, 
then encased them in stone and let grass cover them. 
They provide a killer crossfire that would murder anyone 
who gets this close to the walls." They walked down the 
line, the only light coming through the openings in 
front of the cannons. At the far end Fred suddenly 
started barking orders, and Lisa grinning went through 
the motions of firing the cannon. Two young sisters who 
were down there also rushed to load their cannon, and by 
the time Fred was ready to give the order to fire five 
cannons were loaded by laughing tourists.

"Fire!"

Everyone yelled, "BOOM!", and let out a great cheer. The 
little girls rushed to reload, wanting to do it over and 
over again as children are wont to, but Fred took Lisa's 
hand and took them back up the steps into the sun.

They had just started down the wall, shielding their 
eyes from the sun as they adjusted to the brightness, 
when Lisa's phone went off. Sighing, she pulled it out 
and checked.

"Gee, it took them long enough to notice I was gone." 
She started to send back a text. Fred looked at her, and 
making it a rare day indeed decided to take a third 
risk.

"Lisa, did you drive up here or did you ride with them?"

She looked up, startled, and... hopeful.

"They picked me up at home. Why?"

"Well..." Fred rubbed the back of his neck. He was never 
good at this kind of thing, but obviously neither was 
she so in a way that helped him cancel out that part of 
his problem. "I was wondering if you'd like to do dinner 
after we get done here. I can drive you home... or, at 
least drop you off in a field somewhere if you're 
worried about me knowing where you live." Lisa's face 
colored a bit, and she chuckled.

"I'd like that." She stopped texting, and dialed, 
looking Fred in the eye as she began talking.

"Hey, Jenny. Oh, just doing stuff. Um, look, some 
strange guy has picked me up and we'll be having hot 
sweaty monkey sex for a few hours so I won't need a ride 
back. Wanna join us? No? OK. Well, see you Monday." She 
hung up, grinning at the look on Fred's face. "This way 
she'll assume I bumped into my parents here or 
something." The grin on her face faltered a bit. "Um... 
what?"

"How did you know that's what we'd be doing?"

Her face colored even more, and she dropped her head. 
Her eyes came up in a moment, though, and Fred could see 
her smiling with them.

"I'm psychic?"

****

The door to his house had barely closed when the two of 
them were in each other's arms. Both of Lisa's hands 
went up to his head, running through his short brown 
hair as she brought his lips down to hers. Fred's right 
hand planted itself on the swell of her hips, while the 
other went up and ran through her soft red curls. 
They're bodies pressed against each other in the 
entryway, and both heard the other moan. Lisa's lips and 
tongue were soft and playful, and Fred just lost himself 
in the moment. His hand on its own accord slid up her 
side, over her hip, up the waist under her shirt, and 
soon found itself cupping a bra covered breast. Lisa 
broke the kiss, and with their noses touching looked him 
in the eye. He could feel both their hearts beating, a 
hundred times a second. 

"I..." She licked her lips.

"...me too."

Fred's hands went down to her waist, and grabbing the 
bottom of her shirt slowly raised it up. She raised her 
arms, and soon Mickey was on the floor in a heap. Her 
white bra held in her largish breasts. Lisa wanted to 
cover herself, at the same time she wanted him to see 
all of her, so to keep her hands busy she first took her 
glasses off and put them on a stand near the door, then 
slowly lifted his shirt up. His chest came into view, 
not exactly trim, and sparsely covered with dark hair. 
As Fred's arms were freed from the shirt he reached 
around and undid her bra. Peeling the straps off of her 
shoulders, Lisa blushed as he looked down at her exposed 
mounds. Unsupported, they drooped down slightly, and one 
of his hands quickly came to the rescue and brought the 
left one up. He lightly felt it's weight, and let a 
thumb brush across the nipple. Her breath caught, and 
hands shaking she reached down and undid his jeans. His 
hands mimicked hers, and in a moment both stood nude 
before each other.

Fred suddenly smiled, and looked Lisa in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, laughter at a time like this can be taken 
the wrong way, but I'm suddenly reminded of the only 
interesting thing our 8th grade Health teacher ever 
said." Lisa gave him a quizzical look, one hand reaching 
out and running up and down his hard shaft. Fred looked 
down, then up again still grinning. "She said, 'Never 
wait until you're girlfriend is naked in front of you to 
ask, "Do I really want to have sex?"'" 

Lisa broke into laugher, her hand squeezing his cock, 
and Fred moved closer and hugged her. His hands caressed 
her back, and ample ass, as she laughed into his 
shoulder. Her hands also began exploring more, and when 
her head came up her lips made a beeline for his. They 
stood like that, a few feet from the front door, for a 
few moments, then Fred stepped away. Taking her hand, he 
led Lisa into the bedroom.

****

Her mouth lightly played with his cock. Lisa held the 
tip in her mouth, using her tongue to caress the bottom 
of the head. Fred let his head fall back onto the pillow 
and groaned. Looking back down at her at the foot of the 
bed, he had never seen anything more erotic. Her red 
curls framing her face, her lips moving up and down, 
then over, his shaft. He moved a hand to the side of her 
face, caressing a soft cheek.

"I'm not going to last long... oh, god, you're 
incredible!"

She smiled, an incredible sight in itself given he was 
still in her mouth at the time. She lifted off, giving 
the head a quick swirl, then looked into his eyes and 
soul.

"Where do you want to cum? Do you want me..." She took 
him fully into her mouth again, then slowly pulled off 
with her tongue doing something amazing along the bottom 
as she moved up, and then off. "... to drink it?"

His eyes widened. Fred had only ever had one girl who 
enjoyed that, a one weekend stand in college. His groan 
was enough of an answer, and taking him back into her 
mouth Lisa began sucking on him harder and faster. His 
hand guided her head, and in a few minutes both hands 
were there as he gave her the warning. Her mouth moved 
up to just hold in the tip, and with a cry Fred felt him 
releasing into her. Lisa groaned, her hands clutching 
his thighs, and he could see her swallowing with each 
pulse as her tongue continued to flick at the source of 
her meal. 

Finally, he stopped shooting, and Lisa took her mouth 
off of him. She gave the head one final lick, then moved 
up the bed to lay next to him. Fred turned, and kissed 
her with all the passion he had. He could taste a little 
of himself, but didn't care. Never had he felt that 
good, had any woman affect him this way. 

Pulling back his head, he looked at her face while a 
hand ran over her body. What he saw there...

"Lisa... you doing anything next weekend?"

She broke into laughter, and smiling Fred leaned over to 
kiss that grinning face all over. This wasn't a one 
afternoon stand.

****

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I'm always serious when there's a penis in me!"

"Well, THAT'S your problem!"

Fred thrust into Lisa faster, feeling her legs wrap 
around his waist tighter. If she could still speak, he 
wasn't doing a good enough job. Looking down at her 
face, he once again marveled at how beautiful she 
looked. Especially with her red hair spread haphazardly 
over his sheets, and her breasts jiggling in time to his 
thrusts. 

Smiling, he risked taking one hand off its mission of 
supporting his weight and used it to grab one of those 
breasts. Leaning down, he took it into his mouth and 
gently bit. Lisa cried out and he could feel her 
contract around him. Both her hands went to his head, 
and as he continued to softly nibble she began 
breathlessly chanting.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes..."

Fred suddenly felt his own release coming, and thrusting 
into her even faster he briefly released her breast to 
give her warning. She replied by pulling his mouth up to 
hers, and as their lips touched he could feel his seed 
flowing into her. He stopped thrusting and her legs 
tightened even more, both completely focused on the 
feeling of his release. Finally, Lisa relaxed her legs 
and Fred raised his head and looked into her beautiful 
green eyes as her hand came up and caressed his cheek.

"You really want me to meet your parents?"

****

They were lying in bed, her body half on his, enjoying 
not just the afterglow but life in general. Lisa's hand 
was playing with the hairs on his chest, while Fred ran 
a finger up and down her spine.

"It's going to be your first Thanksgiving alone, Fred. 
You should be with people."

"But I was looking forward to trying a frozen turkey pot 
pie!" Her response was to grab some of his short hairs 
and pull, to which he responded by giving her backside a 
pinch.

"Ouch!"

"You started it!"

Lisa pulled back, giving him a serious look.

"Don't you want to meet Mom and Dad?"

He sighed.

"I have to admit, I was never all that keen on my own 
family gatherings, so going to someone else's..."

"It'll just be us four. Please?"

She pouted at him. Fred was always a sucker for a sexy 
pout. Plus, he knew he'd be going to this in the end 
anyway. No sense putting it off any more and risk 
pissing her off.

"OK, I'll do it." She leaned down and kissed him 
soundly, hand going down to fondle his still soft cock. 
"Hmm," Fred moaned into her mouth, "does your dad know 
what his little girl likes doing?"

She pulled back and her eyes narrowed, hand taking a 
firm grip on his manhood.

"You get out of line, you die."

"But then you couldn't do it anymore! I think we have a 
stalemate!"

****

Lisa's parents lived in an old, post-World War Two house 
in the first ring of Buffalo suburbs. It was narrow and 
tall, with back and front porches, and painted a yellow 
that had to have been kept only because that's what's 
always been on the house. Fred parked his Ford hatchback 
in the street, and looked around the neighborhood. It 
was a nice place, although you could tell it had seen 
some hard times. It probably had been decimated when the 
steel plant closed in the 70's, but the houses were in 
good repair and he saw kids playing in a few yards. 

He had grown up on a street filled with houses but with 
a backyard that ended in a field with woods beyond that. 
They had joked that it was the last street before 
civilization ended, and that had been wonderful. Nothing 
better than having all that nature to explore in 
addition to tons of kids to play with. This, however, 
would have been fine too. A different kind of wilderness 
to explore.

Walking up to the front door, he smiled at the Buffalo 
Bills flag hanging off the porch. It was probably a law 
that every third or fourth house had to have either a 
Bills or Sabres item on display. Buffalo Bandits 
Lacrosse banners were good too, and anyone with a 
Buffalo Braves flag got bonus points.

He rang the doorbell, and it was opened a few moments 
later by a woman about five and a half feet tall, 
greying red hair, and a plump body. She had a warm 
smile, though, and her eyes sparkled as she looked him 
over.

"You must be Fred! Lisa has told us all about you! Come 
in!" As she stepped aside to let him enter, Fred mused 
that just once it would be fun to show up for a meeting 
like this and have the parent go, "What the! She never 
even said you existed!"

"I'm Mary," Lisa's mom said, leading the way into the 
living room, "and this is Lisa's father Bill." The 
balding man stood up from his recliner and walked over 
to give Fred's hand a good shake. He was a bit taller 
than his wife, and almost but not quite as plump. He 
looked Fred over with a practiced eyes, then motioned to 
the couch. 

"Come, have a seat. You like football?"

Ah, so the testing had begun. Fred looked at the screen.

"I wasn't even sure Detroit still had a team."

"Ha!" Bill liked that one, obviously. He offered Fred a 
beer, which was politely refused, then started in on a 
well rehearsed spiel about what was wrong with the Bills 
that year. Fred only half paid attention. Part of him 
was suddenly flooded with memories of watching games 
with his mother. She had been the big football fan in 
the house, screaming at the TV and yelling at refs. 
During the glory days of the Bills, she'd plop down in 
front of whatever game was on, ask Fred who they wanted 
to win to help Buffalo in the standings, and then 
proceed to cheer that team on with all she had.

Fred quickly tried to suppress those feelings. This 
wasn't the time or place. Instead, he looked around the 
house. It was nicely decorated. There were a few touches 
that indicated an Irish heritage, as if the red hair 
wasn't enough of a clue. There were also the occasional 
picture of Jesus or a Pope. In fact... more than the 
occasional one. Hmm...

"So, what do you do?"

Fred turned his attention back Lisa's Dad. Looking at 
him, most likely a bad joke like "as little as 
possible!" would go over well here. But, no. 

"I teach in Akron."

Bill sat up in his chair.

"Akron? Isn't that where Dirk the Destroyer taught?" 
Fred smiled to himself. Should have known he'd be a 
wrestling fan.

"Yup, although he was retired by the time I got there. 
My mom was a substitute teacher, though, and often 
worked there when he was around." Lisa came into the 
room at that point, with a glass of Pepsi for Fred. He 
took it as she sat down next to him, and looking back at 
Bill went on. "Mom would often tell of how Japanese 
reporters would fly in to interview The Destroyer, and 
since the gag was he was never seen without his mask 
he'd put it on and teach like that all day. So, the 
reporters would enter the classroom and see this big 
masked guy teaching kids!"

"Ha!" Bill slapped his knee. "Gonna have to tell Ben 
that one! Always liked The Destroyer. Not like these 
modern guys. He had class." He took another sip of his 
beer, saw Detroit fumble the ball, and started in on 
Football again. Fred felt Lisa's hand slip into his. So 
far, so good.

****

It was about four when they sat down to dinner. They had 
gone all out: Turkey, dressing, corn, potatoes, beans... 
Fred wondered if, as often happened when they visited 
his Polish Grandmother, he'd be loaded down with 
leftovers to take home because, naturally, they'd never 
be able to finish all this themselves! Something seemed 
to happen to women once they got above a certain age 
that caused them to try and ship food off on visitors.

"So, Fred," Bill said, looking at him across the table, 
"would you say grace?"

There was silence for a moment, and Lisa's expression 
looked a bit shocked. She so wanted to tell her Father 
not to go there, but... it was too late. She looked at 
Fred. For a brief second Fred contemplated trying to 
remember one of the prayers from meals past, but 
unfortunately the one he knew best was from his Mom's 
Baptist side and even that he didn't think he could get 
right. He looked over at his host.

"It wouldn't be right to take your place in this."

Bill just looked at him, taking stock of that answer, 
then he lowered his head and started. Fred bowed and 
closed his eyes. He didn't repeat the Amen at the end, 
and when he raised his head saw Mary now giving him a 
suspicious look. They started passing the food around.

"So, Fred," Bill asked, pouring gravy over much of his 
plate, "Do you have family here?"

"Not at the moment," he replied, swallowing. "Most of 
what's left is in Genesee County or out around Auburn."

"Hmm... Lisa said your parents were Polish?"

Fred cast a glance at Lisa, and she didn't meet his 
eyes. He didn't blame her, she had probably done the 
best she could to get them ready. However, she hadn't 
warned HIM. Fred would do what he could, but... he could 
tell this wasn't going to end well.

"My Dad's side is a hundred percent Polish. My Great-
Grandma came over illegally as a little girl. The story 
is they kept mailing the visa back until they brought 
the entire village over." Mary laughed a bit at that, 
but it was a nervous laugh. Bill just took another fork 
full of turkey and kept looking at him. "Mom came from 
English/Scottish/Whatever farm stock. They've been 
around the area since before the Revolution."

"Interesting... so, were you raised Catholic?"

"Dad!"

Lisa finally couldn't hold it in anymore. Her face was 
red with embarrassment. She had rarely liked someone 
enough to bring them home like this, and to have them 
treated like...! Her mother reached a hand over and 
gripped Lisa's bare arm, gently but firmly.

"Honey..." Lisa bit her bottom lip. Fred's anger was 
starting to rise, but he gave her father a sincere 
smile.

"I was baptized Catholic, but raised Protestant. Mostly 
in a Clarence Presbyterian church."

"And now?"

"That doesn't matter Dad. Does it, Mom?" 

"No, no, let me answer, Lisa." Fred looked across at 
her. "They're testing me, and I'm testing them. Best to 
get everything out of the way in the beginning." He 
looked up at Bill. "I'm mostly a godless heathen now, 
although there are times I swing towards godless 
infidel."

Silence.

More silence.

Fred turned his attention back to his plate and began 
eating. He heard the others do the same. Dinner 
conversation was over.

****

Lisa pulled him aside into a spare room when they got up 
from dinner. She was incredibly upset.

"I'm sorry, Fred! It's never come up before! I..."

"Shh, it's OK." He hugged her, running his hands up and 
down her back. "It happens. There was a guy in the anime 
club I was in that was disowned when his mother found 
out he was dating a Catholic. After that he figured 
there was no point telling her the girl was Black as 
well."

"It's just stupid!"

"No, it's not. They're just protecting their little 
girl." Lisa raised her eyes to him.

"I am NOT a little girl."

"I don't think telling them that tonight is going to 
help matters. Look, I'll go out there, thank your mom 
for a wonderful meal, and head home. We can worry about 
this later."

"But..."

"Later."

They walked out, and saw both her parents talking by the 
kitchen door. The conversation stopped when they saw the 
couple. Fred walked over to them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Letty, thank you for a wonderful meal. I 
haven't had better. But, I think I should be going." He 
held out his hand, and Bill shook it. It was a firm, nay 
hard, grip. He nodded, but said nothing. Fred turned and 
held out his hand to Mary, and she hesitantly shook it.

"We're glad you could make it."

"It's been the best Thanksgiving I've had all year."

****

"They don't want you coming over for Christmas."

Fred and Lisa were laying nude on the couch. She was 
lying in front of him, pressing back against him, as his 
hands fondled her breasts as they watched TV. 

"I kind of expected that." He tweaked a nipple, and she 
responded by gently moving her soft butt against his 
slowly rising cock. The room was dark apart from the 
glow of the TV screen, and outside the window snow was 
falling. 

"They don't want me SEEING you." There was a sniffle in 
her voice, as if there was a good cry in the near 
future.

"We could tell them I always blindfold you when we 
fuck."

Lisa laughed, her whole body shaking.

"I'm serious, Fred! This is bad! I want them to like 
you!"

"We have time, Lisa. The longer we're together, the more 
they'll get use to the idea. So long as they just hate 
me and not you, we'll be fine."

She captured his hands in hers.

"Are you sure?"

"No. But... I am sure I love you."

Her hands tightened on his. 

"You... love me?"

"With all my heart... and if that's not enough, I can 
find someone else's heart to use as well."

Lisa turned her body to face him, careful not to fall 
off the couch onto the cold floor. She was crying now. 
Her hands went to his face, caressing it. Their noses 
touched.

"I've loved you since that first day, and it's grown 
every time I see you." She kissed him, a simple, closed 
mouth touching of the lips, which conveyed more love 
than the most passionate sex. She pulled back, looking 
into his eyes.

"So, what do we do?"

Fred sent a hand running through her red hair. He always 
thought best when caressing her.

"I had been, mind you, HAD been, thinking of asking you 
to move in with me." Her breath caught, and eyes 
widened. "I'm not sure now if that would be good. Well, 
it would be good for us, but I don't want to come 
between you and your parents."

"Too late." Lisa gave a bitter laugh.

"Yes, but there's a difference between them figuring 
we're doing what we're doing and living in sin. We have 
to work on them first."

"You could convert..."

Lisa suddenly saw Fred's expression harden. She 
swallowed, and seeing her reaction his eyes softened. 

"Oh, Lisa... I would never ask a woman to change that 
much just to be with me, and I would hope that anyone 
who loved me would love me as I am."

"I'm sorry! I do love you, I love you just as you are!" 
She kissed him again, over and over, and soon their 
conversation was forgotten. Fred turned onto his back, 
and Lisa feeling he was now hard tried to sit up and get 
him inside her. Their movements didn't exactly match up, 
though, and suddenly Lisa found herself without a grip 
on anything and falling. Fred tried to grab her, but 
only succeeded in being pulled of the couch himself. 
Lisa hit the carpet with a bang, and Fred fell half on 
top of her.

Lisa's first reaction was a loud, "Ouch!", followed by 
hysterical laughter. Fred, head resting on her breasts, 
joined her. They kept laughing seemingly forever, 
seeming to calm down again only to start up again when 
they looked at each other. Finally, Fred moved himself 
between her legs and pulled himself up so they were face 
to face. He had softened a bit, but it was now coming 
back as he rubbed against her wet opening. Lisa's 
laughter turned to gasps, and she opened her eyes and 
looked up at him.

"We haven't done it on the floor yet, have we?" He slid 
a hand back over one of her legs as she raised it up, 
and she sent a hand down his back to grasp his ass.

"Oh," she replied in a husky voice, "is this where 
godless heathens do it?"

"We do it everywhere..."

****

Fourth period was not one of Fred's favorites.

Oh, most of the seventh graders were fine. Eager to 
learn, or at least willing, It was February with no real 
big vacations coming up to distract them, so he had 
their attention for the most part.

But, that was part of the problem.

Fourth period had Sue in it.

As occasionally happened, this thirteen year old, new to 
the whole puberty thing, had decided she had a crush on 
him. She tried to get his attention as much as possible, 
wrote little notes on her tests, and tried to tell him 
things with her eyes. On the plus side, she studied like 
crazy and knew about the War of 1812 almost as well as 
he did. On the minus side...

It wasn't that there was temptation on his end. There 
wasn't. Not only was he not interested in young girls, 
no matter how adult she tried to dress and look, but he 
was a one woman type of guy and Lisa had him well 
satisfied. They'd past the six month mark together and 
were as happy as can be. No, the minus came from perhaps 
the best advice his father ever gave him.

You can't be friends with students.

Oh, you can like them. You can be friendly with them. 
But... the line must be drawn there. You can NOT be 
their friend. Not now. Any friendly gesture, comment, or 
god forbid touch, had the chance to be misinterpreted. 
Not just by parents or his superiors, although that was 
always a risk in this era of pedophile mania. No, but by 
the child themselves. And, maybe yourself. If Fred in 
any way was nicer to this girl than he was to any other 
student, she would take it as confirmation that he 
returned her affection. 

That would lead to an escalation that would either leave 
her devastatingly rejected, or worse, him truly having 
non-sexual affection for a young woman who wants, out of 
ignorance, to try out her body. One of his father's 
friends had gone down this path, and the results had 
been devastating for all involved. It never got to the 
stage of "rape", luckily, and managed to stay out of the 
media. But, his career was over.

No, if Fred ever wanted to have a happy kid hug him he'd 
have to have his own.

Fred was asking if anyone knew about which battle had a 
hit song written about it, trying to ignore Sue's hand, 
when there was a knock at the classroom door. Looking 
over, he saw it was Cathy from the office.

"Excuse me a moment, if you wouldn't mind. You can talk 
telepathically while you wait." This got some giggles as 
Fred walked over and opened the door.

"Yes?"

"Um, Fred, there's a call for you in the office."

He raised an eyebrow.

"From anyone I know?"

"She said her name was... Mary Letty?"

He felt a coldness go through him. Fred stepped out into 
the hallway.

"Can you watch the class?" She nodded, and stepped 
inside. Fred quickly walked down the hall. His room was 
near the office, probably why they hadn't bothered to 
use the intercom. He would have had to wait for someone 
to come cover for him regardless. About a minute later 
he was picking up the secretary's phone.

"Fred here."

"Oh, Fred... um, it's Mary, Lisa's mother. I wasn't sure 
if I should bother you, especially at work, but..."

"It's fine. What happened."

"Lisa's OK, but we're in the hospital. She had a blood 
clot in her leg."

"Blood clot?" What the hell? Fred knew about blood 
clots. Knew about them all too well. His mother, during 
her chemo, had been in and out of the hospital with 
them, constantly on blood thinners or thickeners or 
whatever else was needed to counteract the last thing 
they had given her. Why would a healthy twenty five year 
old be getting them?

"Yes. I just got her checked into a room at ECMC. She 
didn't want to worry you, but... I thought I should call 
you." She sounded... actually concerned about him. Maybe 
that birthday card had done the trick.

"Thank you so much, Mary. Lisa just knows I hate 
hospitals, after the past couple years. She'll be OK?"

"Oh, yes. They just need to get some blood thinners into 
her then observe her for a couple days."

"OK. Can you give me the room number?" He wrote it down. 
"Thank you so much."

"You're welcome. I-I... know how much she cares about 
you."

"The feeling is mutual. Goodbye."

Fred hung up, thought a moment, then looked over at the 
secretary.

"Do you have the number of a Buffalo Florist handy?"

****

"Knock, knock."

Fred walked into the hospital room. It was a double, but 
the second bed was empty. Lisa sat up in the bed by the 
window in happy shock. Her mother, sitting next to the 
bed, wasn't quite as happy but gave a slight smile and a 
nod.

"Fred! Thank you for the flowers!" He had called to have 
a basket delivered, and it apparently arrived. Lisa had 
put it on the table between her and her mother, which he 
found amusing. No symbolism there, surely.

"Glad you like them. I also have this for you." Fred 
pulled a small blue teddy bear out of a bag, and handed 
it to Lisa. The twenty six year old redhead grabbed it 
and gave the bear a great big hug, looking like a big 
breasted twelve year old in the process. She looked up 
at him, her eyes moist, and as he leaned in she met Fred 
half way with a tender kiss. Not bothering to look at 
Mary, he straightened and gave his love a stern look.

"OK, what have you done this time?"

Holding the bear in her lap, Lisa gave a disgusted sigh.

"It's the stupid birth control pills. Blood clots are 
one of the rare but fun side effects."

Fred's eyes widened at that.

"You're kidding."

"Nope." She lay back down and let her head fall back 
onto the pillow. "They said if I change pills it should 
be fine, so that's the plan."

Fred looked around for another chair, and pulled it up 
next to the bed. He noticed Mary not looking at all 
happy about the talk of birth control. He wasn't sure if 
this was with regard to Catholic theology or just the 
thought of him and Lisa doing things. Probably both.

"There are other options," he said, although being male 
he had never bothered to study up on much beyond 
rubbers. She shook her head.

"No, it'll be fine. It was just a fluke."

Fred looked at her... and shrugged.

"OK. Whatever you want. So... what are you going to name 
the bear?"

****

Lisa walked out of the bathroom, and Fred for the 
millionth time admired her as he lay on the bed. Her red 
hair, cascading over her shoulder, those green eyes 
behind the round lenses of her glasses, her wonderful 
large pillowy breasts, the red triangle of hair pointing 
the way to her womanhood...

"I don't mind using a condom for a week or two," Fred 
said as she approached the foot of the bed. Lisa shook 
her head, and stood looking down at him.

"No... I don't want to feel anything between us. Not 
with you." She started climbing onto the mattress, then 
over him. "I can use the sponge till the new stuff kicks 
in." Looking down into his eyes, she lowered herself 
onto him...

****

*FLASH*

"What the hell?"

Lisa lowered the book and looked up. Seeing Fred with 
the camera, she scowled.

"What are you doing?!?"

"Taking a picture of you in your native habitat," he 
smirked.

"You mean naked on the couch!"

"That's what I said!"

"Gimme that camera!"

*FLASH*

"Make me!"

Her face getting a crafty look on it, she lunged for 
him...

****

They walked hand in hand, over the deck of the warship. 
The wind coming off Lake Erie was cold, but the sun was 
warm that spring day as they enjoyed the waterfront. 
Fred stopped them as they got to an anti-aircraft gun, 
and they looked back over the other ships at the Naval 
Park. 

"I wonder how many ships have a four leaf clover painted 
on them," Lisa wondered, looking at the U.S.S. The 
Sullivans.

"I wonder if you needed red hair to serve on it," Fred 
said, fingering her locks which were blowing in the 
wind. A thought came to him, and he cocked his head at 
her. "You took the first week of July off, right?" She 
looked at him.

"Of course. I figured we could do something once school 
was out. If," she added, raising an eyebrow, "you 
actually want to spend time with little old me."

He put an arm around her and moved in for a quick kiss.

"Always." 

"So then?"

"Well, I was wondering if you'd like to do some 
camping."

"Camping?!?"

"Yeah. We can rent a canoe and go into the woods to be 
alone for a week."

She pulled her head back, just staring.

"You're shitting me."

"Nope. Imagine. Just the two of us, under the stars, 
making love as the gods intended..." He was slowly 
caressing a breast as he said this, looking into her 
eyes. Lisa looked back, and slowly licked her lips.

"You may have to convince me..."

****

Fred picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Hello."

"Fred..." The voice was almost whispering, and there was 
such sadness behind it dread filled him immediately. 
"It's Mary. Lisa... she's dead."

Silence.

"W-what?"

"Lisa's dead." Her voice was hollow. Or maybe Fred's 
soul was now.

"Ho... how."

"I took her to a Doctor's appointment because she 
thought she had another blood clot. They didn't find 
anything, so sent us home. She.... she... fell over dead 
when we entered the house!"

He was numb. Tears flowed off his face, but he didn't 
notice. No. Not again. This wasn't real...

"... they said she didn't suffer, that it was 
instantaneous..." --  "Thank you, Mrs Letty, for telling 
me. I... goodbye."

He hung up, and just looked at the phone. She was gone. 
His love was gone. His legs left him, and dropping to 
his knees he began crying like a baby.

****

It was a sunny June day. Somewhere south of the city was 
a funeral for his beloved, but Fred found himself 
walking up towards the gates of Fort Niagara. Let the 
family have their grief, let them mourn without his 
interruption. He bid them no ill will, there was no 
reason to upset them. No reason to remind them that it 
was her sleeping with him that had killed her...

He mentally shook his head. No. He could think those 
dark thoughts later. Today...

The fort wasn't crowded. Just a few families wandering 
the walls and buildings. Fred made a circuit of the 
interior, almost as if he was putting off his goal. 
There was no hurry, now. For anything. But... time still 
passes, and walking still takes you places even if your 
mind stays were it is. Before he knew it, he was before 
The Castle. He entered the open, heavy front doors, and 
found himself before the covered well.

Fred looked at it. He pictured Lisa there, in a Mickey 
Mouse shirt and shorts, a cute stranger listening to him 
tell a story. He could almost see her, looking up at 
him. Smiling. Ignoring the tears, he walked up to the 
stone circle and reached into his pocket. His hand came 
out holding a short stemmed red rose. A park guide 
standing nearby gave him a quizzical look.

"I first met a friend here," Fred said, not looking at 
her. "I'm just saying goodbye in case her spirit wanders 
this way." Putting the rose on the well rim, he turned 
and walked out into the sun.

****

Fred's family was silent as his tale came to an end. He 
could feel his wives next to him, feel the press of 
their bodies and the touch of their hands, hear the 
tears. His own mind was totally focused on the photo in 
his hand, and on his lovely Lisa. 

He felt a hand on his knee, and looked up.

Violet was kneeling before him, looking up with tear 
filled eyes.

"What is it, honey?"

She tried to speak, then got it out on the second try.

"Could we call her Mommy Lisa?"

Fred's eyes widened, and before his oldest knew it he 
had pulled her into his lap for a huge hug. She hugged 
back. Daddy needed lots of hugs. She felt him petting 
her hair, as he had done to her since time began.

"I'd like that, my little muffin."

Soon his two eleven year olds Cindy and Freddy were in 
on the hug, and once Rachel, Taylor and Anita joined in 
it just became a mass of bodies. Fred was being crushed.

"Enough!" He growled, and tried to fight his way back to 
the surface. Giggling, the kids tried to hold him down, 
the wives offering suggestions on where they could 
tickle him to weaken his resistance. He ticked back, and 
in a few moments all three kids fell off onto the floor 
laughing as Fred stood. He looked back at his three 
wives. "You three are no help."

"Aww," offered Rachel, her eyes dancing. "We thought our 
big hunky husband could handle three little kids!"

"These are MY kids," Fred retorted, bending over and 
picking Freddy up, "so they're VERY dangerous!" Freddy 
giggled, his feet dangling, and in a moment his dad put 
him down. "They're also very heavy now." He leaned back, 
cracking his back.

"So, Daddy," Cindy asked, folding her legs to sit Indian 
style on the floor, "do you really think Mommy Lisa is 
the one who brought us all together?" Fred sat back down 
between Rachel and Anita, and Taylor moved to sit in his 
lap. Looking down at her, Fred got a gleam in his eye.

"I don't know. It is kind of fun to blame her for all 
this."

"Blame?" Taylor looked up at her love, eyes flashing 
dangerously. He felt two sets of sharp nails dig into 
his arms.

"Yes, my love," Anita said, voice dangerously sweet, "I 
would have thought this family was the best thing that 
could have happened to you. Right?"

Fred grinned, looking down at the kids who were enjoying 
the show.

"Oh, I don't know. I was kind of hoping Lisa would throw 
a beautiful Asian girl at me too. Add more variety."

The doorbell rang.

Taylor looked out the window into the back yard. The 
snow storm was raging.

"Who could be here at this time, in this weather?"

"I'll get it!" Cindy jumped to her feet and was out of 
the room. Rachel laughed.

"Saved by the bell, are we Fred?"

Grinning, he leaned over and gave her a kiss. They heard 
the front door open, the wind howling through it, some 
voices then the door closing. There were footsteps, and 
they all turned towards the archway as Cindy and a 
heavily bundled stranger covered in snow stopped just 
inside the room.

"She said her car's stuck in front of our house," Cindy 
said. Taylor got off of Fred's lap and the other women 
stood as the stranger took off her hat.

"I'm sorry to bother you," she said, shivering. Fred's 
eyes widened, and everyone's eyes shot over to him.

She was a beautiful Asian woman, probably Chinese, with 
straight black hair. Her eyes... Fred couldn't tear 
himself away from them.

Taylor recovered first, rushing over to help her take 
her coat off, telling the visitor that of course they'd 
help, ordering Cindy to put a kettle on the stove, and 
generally taking charge. As everyone rushed to help, 
Fred took a moment. Looking up at the sky, he shook his 
head.

"Very funny." He then walked over to help.

Violet walked over to the couch, picking up the dropped 
photograph. She half heard the newcomer introduce 
herself as Mei, and Violet smiled. "Mommy Mei", she 
whispered, trying it out. She then looked down at the 
photo. Taking a quick glance around, making sure nobody 
was paying attention, she looked down at Mommy Lisa and 
whispered.

"Could you send me a cute redheaded boy?"

***

Previous stories:

Tip a Canoe and Taylor Too
Incidents of Taylor
Taylor Con

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okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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