Chapter 20: Two Hearts Beating as Three

DAY 10

2030 hrs. Wednesday 10th April. 27 Castle Road

I gave Molly a brief account of the events in Felixstowe while she prepared the supper. “We rescued a dozen girls destined for harems and brothels in the Middle East,” I said. “Arnold Rampley has been vindicated, and if his information had been acted on earlier all those girls on my missing list could have been saved.”

“Is there any hope of finding those poor girls?” Molly asked.

I shook my head. “Vince says no chance, but at least there will be no more shipments for the foreseeable future.”

The supper was excellent; ham and spinach two cheese pasta. I sat replete, content -- and randy.

Molly finished her wine with a gulp. “Hells bells, I forgot to tell you that a letter came for you this afternoon.” She placed the glass on the dining room table and then went into the living room and brought back a letter addressed to Sergeant AJ Dolihaye, c/o East Anglian Constabulary, Thurston Hall. Bury St Edmunds. England. It bore a USA stamp and a sender’s address sticker.

Mrs. Rebecca van Krantzen. 5303 Pacific Ave, San Francisco. CA. USA

I stared at the envelope.

“Are you going to open it, Joshua?”

“Why would Rebecca write to me?” I said to no one in particular.

“You will never know unless you open the envelope and read the letter,” Molly said.

I nodded. As usual, a woman’s logic was irrefutable.

I ripped open the envelope and withdrew the two sheets of handwritten text. That was a surprise for a start as Rebecca rarely if ever hand-wrote anything, even her shopping list was typed into her Smartphone. Also in the envelope was the engagement ring I bought in Hatton Garden that had set me back £1,500, a small fortune to me.

I won’t give a word by word account of what Rebecca wrote in the letter, suffice it to say she apologised for her past behaviour, including breaking our engagement by text, thanked me for my past kindnesses to her and her family (?), apologised for not returning the ring before now and wished me all the best in the future and hoped she had not put me off women for good. She also said she had found her dream partner in Aloysius van Krantzen III and hoped I would one day find mine. All in all, the letter showed a side of Rebecca I had not been aware of: thoughtful, contrite, and considerate.

I handed the letter to Molly. “Would you like to read it?”

“Only if you are sure you want me to, Joshua.”

“I think you deserve to, Molly. You’ve given me more pleasure in three days than I had in all the time with her.”

I saw tears in her eyes as she took the letter from my hand. Before reading it she laid her head on my chest. It was a moment to savour.

I left Molly in the kitchen reading the letter and went and sat in the living room. Some of the things Rebecca wrote in her letter ran through my mind. She said she fell in lust with me at our first meeting, although she certainly had a funny way of showing that. Unfortunately, lust didn’t turn to love, but she kept with me to aggravate her mother whom she loathed. It appeared her mother regularly cheated on her husband, and Rebecca loved her father. Our engagement was to further spite her mother. Rebecca admitted she engaged in several affairs while cohabiting with me in St John’s Wood. She met Aloysius van Krantzen III at a seminar a week after moving to Norwich, and although he was 15 years older than her they both recognised each other as soul mates.

Molly came into the living room, handed me back the letter and then sat on my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a long, warm, fulsome but not passionate, kiss that travelled throughout my body, easing the painful and humiliating memories Rebecca’s letter had reawakened.

“She knows what a bitch she has been and is asking that you forgive her,” Molly said after we unglued our lips from each other.

“We did enjoy some good times when she was still in lust with me, but lust never developed into love.”

“Did you love her?” It was a pertinent question and one I had often asked myself, so far without an answer. I gave Molly’s question some thought before replying.

“I was flattered that a posh bird fancied me. I enjoyed being seen with her but thought she would eventually tire of her ‘bit of rough’. I never realised I was a pawn in the war with her mother, a red rag of chav to wave in front of the snobby, snooty, bitch. When I got the text telling me the engagement was over I was angry and humiliated, but deep down I was not surprised. I kept quiet about the break up because I didn’t want people to think I was the sort of guy who couldn’t keep hold of his woman. I wasn’t really heartbroken just bloody angry that Rebecca had made me look a fool. So to answer your question, no, I suppose I didn’t really love her but enjoyed the thought of being wanted by a beautiful woman like her, and persuaded myself that I was in love. Rebecca was a status symbol; it was like me owning a Rolex Oyster watch or a Lamborghini, and maybe she knew it.”

Molly laughed. “I hope Rebecca never finds out you regarded her as a watch or a car.” She kissed me and then got off my lap and sat on the settee alongside me.

I was in a pensive frame of mind; it was the first time I had brought all those underlying, unpalatable, thoughts and feelings about Rebecca to the surface. It did me good to clear the hate and anger I had for Rebecca when, if I really thought about it, the hate and anger was directed at me for staying in a relationship that at heart I knew couldn’t last. If it had it would have been an unhappy and an unfulfilled relationship for both participants. Rebecca meeting Aloysius van Krantzen III was both a godsend for her and me. We might have continued the affair into a miserable marriage, with neither partner having the moral courage to make an end of the charade. The dark cloud above me lifted when the anger and ill feelings once held for Rebecca vanished, but then the gloom returned. I too had found my soul mate in Michelle Devereaux, but Maddy ‘s agenda was not to have a soul mate but a glittering career. The glitter outshone a dull detective sergeant and I had lost her.

Molly must have read my mind. “You thought you had found true love with Michelle, and I know when you are inside me you imagine I am her...”

“No Molly, that’s not...”

“Don’t fool yourself, or me, Joshua. I know how you feel because when you are inside me I imagine it is Denny. We both project our true loves onto our shag partner, although I consider you far more than that and I hope you have more regard for me than merely being a receptacle for your spunk!”

Her words seared my soul. Guilt and shame flooded over me. “I’m sorry Molly, but it’s true I often imagine it is Mad ... Michelle when I’m with you. Please forgive me. You are a wonderful woman who deserves more than just a bed partner.” I got up from the settee. “I will move out and find...”

“There’s no need for the grand gesture, Joshua. We both enjoy what we have between us and there’s no reason for us to forego that pleasure.” She rose from the settee and hugged me. “I’m glad we’ve cleared the air and know where we stand. Now, let’s go upstairs and fuck each other’s brains out!”

I needed no second invitation.

I have indulged in mad, all-out, balls to the wall, fucking of brains out sex in the past, often with two or more partners, but what Molly and I got up to that night surpassed anything and everything that had gone before. I was like a ravening beast and Molly was even more rapacious as we engaged in brutal, wild, animalistic sex. She had been insatiable, abandoned, and fantastic. We tore into each other’s bodies like starving dogs, Guinevere’s Balm proved to be not only soothing but also arousing, and we climaxed time and time again in all the positions imaginable, and, thanks to Molly’s yoga classes, one or two even beyond imagination. However, the intensity of our passion could not be maintained indefinitely, and Molly collapsed on top of me after an hour of strenuous activity.

She eventually came out of her stupor, regained her senses, and rolled off me. She then leaned on up on her elbow and then gazed at me with tenderness in her eyes. “I shagged you more ferociously than I have ever shagged anyone before, including Denny. I was punishing you for not being him and punishing him for dying and not being here. I sometimes feel I am betraying Denny when I’m with you but also that I’m betraying you when I am thinking of Denny.”

I kissed her tenderly. “Denny was an important part of your life. Naturally, you will think of him.” I didn’t confess that when Molly climaxed, her face twisted in passion, I often imagined it was Maddy beneath me. “I was brutal and rough shagging you, but was punishing Michelle for not being underneath me and punishing you for not being her.”

“Although Denny is lost to me and Michelle is lost to you we do have each other, Joshua. We’ve fucked the anger and the hate, the loss and the despair from out of us. If we can’t be with the one we love then we should love the one we’re with.” Molly smiled her sweet smile and kissed me gently. “Let’s make love.”

0330 hrs, Thursday 11^th April 2019. 27 Castle Road.

DAY 11

I don’t know what woke me, but it couldn’t have been traffic noise. For one thing, there would be nothing on the roads at this time of morning and for another Molly’s bedroom was well-insulated and soundproofed.

Molly was snuggled up to me sound asleep, a slight smile on her face that I hoped was due to the fervour and skill of my lovemaking. She looked angelic, and I was reminded of the phrase that defines the perfect woman.

‘An angel in the kitchen and a devil in the bedroom.’

That was Molly Miller to a tee. She had given me food from her kitchen, and her body to me in every room in the house. Both were the best I had ever experienced. We both had been without sex for a considerable time. Nearly six months for me, and I gathered a similar time for her. There was a lot of leeway to makeup and I can state quite unequivocally we not only caught up with what had been missed but went far beyond. We had started shagging each other with the violence and appetite of starving dogs in a butcher’s shop but now, after the confessions of the night before, we made love. We had striven to keep each other on the knife-edge of an orgasm for what seemed hours until, sweating and gasping with the effort not to cum, we finally allowed ourselves the release we craved. We then plunged over the edge and plummeted into a vortex of pleasure. It was then that our shrieks, screams, and bellows would have disturbed the neighbours had it not been for the soundproofing.

As I exploded into the body writhing beneath me I saw not Michelle Devereaux, as had been the case every time before, but Molly Miller, her face contorted by rapture and lost in lust. As we lay exhausted in the afterglow and each other’s arms, I felt a completeness not experienced before. Molly had enveloped and devoured me, taking me into her and making me one with her. Truly, we had made the beast with two backs and one heart.

As I gazed on the sleeping beauty I thought it was only natural Molly should have driven all thoughts of Maddy from my mind and my mind’s eye. Maddy and I had exchanged no more than two chaste kisses whereas I had filled every one of Molly’s delectable orifices with spunk. Which female was I closer to emotionally, sexually, and physically? Obviously, I was physically closer to Molly; Maddy was in California and I was in Molly or had only just withdrawn from Molly, and after the mutual orgasms enjoyed, closer to her emotionally as well as sexually. Had I completely expunged Maddy from my heart and soul and filled them instead with Molly? I was contemplating that question when Molly opened her eyes. She smiled and then wound her arms around my neck pulled me down for a kiss. We savoured each other’s tongues for several minutes before she withdrew that delicious organ from my mouth.

“Thank you, Joshua. You gave me the most intense orgasm I can ever remember having, and It was your face I saw when I came not Denny’s.” I was about to reciprocate when Molly noticed the time on the bedside clock.

“Three-thirty! You will have to be getting up for work in a few hours. I had better let you have your beauty sleep, although I would like to sample some more of your body.”

“I’m not going in to work tomorrow, or rather later today. I’m off the case of the missing five girls, and the trafficked young girls on Arnold Rampley’s list are long gone. Those girls freed at Felixstowe will be on some of the lists I have but that is the end of the missing persons as far as I’m concerned. I’m owed some days off and shall stay home until Monday.”

“In that case let me see if John Barleycorn can be resurrected.” She took my limp and listless prick in her hand. “Yes, he is a bit deflated but I have the skill re-inflate him.”

“Your mouth could raise Lazarus and have him running about the room like a two-year-old.”

Molly demonstrated her fellatio skills, and although John Barleycorn was raised from the somnolent I didn’t go running around the room like a two-year-old because as soon as John raised his head Molly mounted me and rode me reverse cowgirl, leaning forward to grasp my ankles and then twerking on my prick until I detonated inside her. She climaxed, and then fell off me, and we both slept until the sun beamed in and woke us.

We lay in a quiet pleasant contemplative mood, the afterglow and the sun warming us.

“This is the true Holy Grail of Arthur and his followers,” Molly said. “The feeling of contentment, peace, pleasure, and becoming one during a shared orgasm. My parents, and the sect they belong to, believe it to be Afterglow Heaven and it is the reason they do so much swinging, swapping partners and indulging in group sex. They want to spread the feeling, an almost religious experience, to all.”

“So your parents are really Missionaries?” I said in a sarky manner.

She chuckled. “Only when in that position, and you shouldn’t mock their beliefs, Joshua.”

“I’m sorry, Molly, that was crass. Do your parents believe that when they die they will go to Heaven and enjoy this feeling for Eternity?”

“No, they believe heaven is here on earth...”

“So where do they believe we go when we die?”