19 August 2009 - Cover

19 August 2009

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Chapter 3

Dan and Cathy entered their hotel room to find Lisa on their bed, taking a nap, with Hanna and Jenny in the other room watching TV.

“Mom is really tired, so she stayed in there while she slept.” Both girls welcomed them back with a kiss and a hug.

Dan sat on the side of the bed, then gently lay beside Lisa. He looked at her pure beauty, sound asleep, and brushed several errant strands of hair from her forehead. He leaned closer, kissing her lightly on the cheek, then moved away.

“Dan, can you cuddle with me?” She asked, holding out her hand to him.

“Of course I can.” He lay down, her back spooning against his front. Her head lay on his right arm, and his left rested on her stomach. She took his hand and guided it inside her top and bra.

“I think this has been the longest I’ve gone without feeling your tit since you and the girls moved in with us.”

Lisa gave a light giggle. “I’m sorry, I’m not very good company right now.”

“You have absolutely nothing to feel sorry about. Whether you two were getting a divorce or not, your husband is dead, and you are grieving for him.”

“Thank you, Dan, for understanding. I guess, apart from our differences, I did love him. I have a number of decisions to make, and I’d like your advice.”

“As your lover, I don’t want to lose you. As your friend, you have to make the decision that is best for you and the girls.”

“That doesn’t help me a lot.”

“As I said before, I’ll stand by your decision no matter what it is. You’re an intelligent, beautiful woman and mother; you’ll figure it out.”

“It would be a lot easier if you told me what you think I should do. You know that I respect your opinion.”

“Then I’ll be completely selfish. I’d prefer that you and the girls stay with us in Trenton. I love you, and you know that Karen, Wendy, and Tina love you too, especially Wendy. Sarg and Major certainly love you!”

She gave him a light laugh, playfully tapping his arm.

“I want to be the man that you love for the rest of your life. I want to be the man who fathers the baby you want to have. I want to be the man who enjoys watching his wife become a slut for him.”

“We do enjoy doing that, with me being your slut. I’m sure that Estelle will have her reasons for us to stay in Calgary.”


Cathy came from the other room. “We should get something to eat before going to the chapel.”

“She’s right. I don’t need you passing out on me unless I’m the one to catch you,” he smiled, kissing her.

“I am a little hungry.”

“I think I’ve found the old car I’ve always wanted to own,” Dan commented.

“And it took a funeral in Calgary for you to find it. I’m happy for you, Dan.”

Before going to dinner, Dan called Karen to tell her about the Mustang and find out how everyone was doing. “If Wendy doesn’t have one of the girls fucking her pussy with her dildo, she’s trying to wear out Jake’s cock,” she commented.

He explained to Karen that they would spend close to the same money on the Mach 1 that he sold the Shelby. The seller was asking for 45,000. She knew the car purchase was important to him and supported him in buying it.

“Karen, one thing that concerns me is that I have the feeling Lisa might decide to move her and the girls to Calgary,” Dan mentioned out of hearing range.

“She can’t do that! We love her too much! Her life is back here in Trenton, with us. I’ll have to call her in a day or so and talk with her.”


The group had dinner in the hotel restaurant, discussing different subjects and trying to avoid talking about John. Dan was proud to show them the pictures of the Mustang he hopes to buy.

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