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Cactus Flower

Copyright© 2022 by velvetpimp

Chapter 3

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Henry Giddings has a problem that's always been there. It's his oversized penis. To his dismay, only middle-aged or overweight 'size queens' have shown any interest in becoming intimate with his equipment. Through no fault of his own, he's not attracted to 'big' girls, or 'experienced' women nearly twice his age. In the early 1980's, his job takes him to the town of Cactus, TX, where he meets a wholly remarkable young woman. ***EXPECT A SLOW START, SOME ROMANCE, AND SPANGLISH***

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Ma/ft   Fa/ft   Teenagers   Consensual   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Incest   Mother   Father   Daughter   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Hispanic Female   Anal Sex   First   Lactation   Masturbation   Pregnancy   Tit-Fucking   Big Breasts   Size  

Flora kept her delightful hands and mouth at work on Henry’s priapic, pulsing powerhouse for another 20 minutes or more before she was able to jerk another load from his swollen nut-sack. Once again, she aimed his cannon directly at her own chest, murmuring and whining her appreciation with each fresh rope of cream that splattered across her soft globes.

They lay wrapped around one another for a while, luxuriating in the afterglow. Soon, she noticed the time on the bedside clock and jolted upright. “I better get cleaned up pretty soon, babe,” she said. “I’ve only got the sitter booked until 7 o’clock, and it’s past six now.”

“So,” Henry posited, “I guess that means no sharing the shower this time, huh?”

“Smart man,” Flora replied before leaning over to kiss him again. She then rose and made her way to the bathroom, plucking a fresh towel from the stack on the countertop. She’d only been in the shower for about 5 minutes when he heard the water shut off, then another few minutes passed before she emerged from the steamy room. Apparently, the towel wasn’t long enough for her to tie or tuck, so she had simply wrapped it around herself and used one hand to clinch it closed around her wobbling bosom. As she collected her clothes and prepared to re-dress herself, she dropped the towel and gave Henry one more delicious view of her bare shape, which caused his mouth to literally water with desire. The young man noticed that he had been drooling while witnessing Flora’s lithe movements wrapped in such tasty caramel skin. His tender cock began to twitch with lust once again.

Flora noticed and spoke directly to Henry’s groin with a little smirk. “Sorry, Stanley. No more from me today.”

Henry chuckled and wiped his chin. He knew he needed a shower also but decided that he would wait until Flora left – there was no way he was going to miss a single second of the show.

Mesmerized, he tracked her every movement as she donned her French-cut panties, and her bra. Then, she stepped into her mid-length skirt. Still standing, she steadied herself with one hand on the dresser while slipping on one of her shoes. Then, in a moment Henry would never be able to erase from his mind, she sort of half-hopped into the other shoe, an exercise that caused her astounding bust to jiggle, shake and bounce violently in her overstuffed bra. Stanley was gingerly trying to make a case for another round of fun, but to no avail.

Once she’d slipped on her conservative blouse, she stepped to him and raised her eyes to meet his. “Henry ... Enrique ... I’m so happy that I came here today. And I hope I satisfied you.”

He was fully gob-smacked and let a quick giggle escape his lips before replying. “Are you high?” he asked. “You are, without any doubt, the single most beautiful and fascinating woman I’ve ever met. No one else even comes close. The fact that you want to spend any time with me at all is enough to send me over the moon. But sharing your delicious body with me too? C’mon ... I’m the most satisfied man you’ve ever met.”

She blushed and flashed him with one of her warming smiles then kissed him.

“Listen,” Henry started, “if you can stay for just a few more minutes, I do have some questions.”

“Uh-oh, am I in trouble?”

“Certainly not,” he answered. “But I am curious why you didn’t want me to cum inside the rubber – you pulled it off of me and had me cum on your chest instead. Not that I’m complaining – because I most certainly am not, but why?”

Flora shrugged, “Dunno. It just felt like the right thing to do. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I sorta like your cum, especially when it’s still warm. Whether it’s in my mouth or on my tetas, it’s more fun for me that way. I don’t know why, but before you squirted, just for an instant, I had an image in my head of holding a condom you had filled full of your cream ... like I was holding a water balloon filled with jizz.” She shuddered. “The thought of it just creeped me out for some reason. It’s weird, I know. I mean, your cum tastes good, I think, and I really like the way it feels on me. But the thought of all your goop collected like that just grossed me out. Sorry...”

“Please,” Henry said, “there’s no reason at all for you to apologize. I was just curious, so I asked – and you answered me honestly. Thank you for that.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “Now, onto my other question...”

She interrupted him, “Is it about what I said about Romi?” Her face wore the wincing look of a guilty child.

“Um, yeah...” Henry answered. “Sweetie, I’m not sure how to take it when you say things like that. It almost feels like you’re trying to guilt me into quitting my job and moving here.”

She shook her head adamantly. “No, no, no, no...” waving her hands back and forth in an effort to magically clear the air. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I would love it if your job let you stay here, but I’m not a little schoolgirl anymore. I know that’s not how the real world works. I’m not trying to guilt you into staying. C’mon! We were naked and sweaty and sliding all over each other and you said it got you excited to think about young girls with big boobs. So, I just ... went with it ... ya’ know? I just wanted to help you cum again. Nothing more.”

Henry took a couple deep breaths and smiled with relief.

“Having said that,” Flora added, “Romi probably will end up with big ol’ honking tetas, like her abuela.” She shook her head with a sigh. “As if there weren’t already enough to worry about when she gets older.”

Henry wrapped one arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, kissing her forehead. Knowing Flora had to leave soon, but not knowing what to say, he held her close until she noticed the time again. They shared another deep kiss before she exited his room, crossed the street to her car and motored home to her daughter.

After watching through a gap in the curtains as her little butt sashayed across the street, Henry hauled himself into the shower to rinse off the combined crustiness of their coupling. Once that was complete, he felt like a celebratory beverage was in order – and he soon found himself parked on a bar stool at Jorge’s once again. “No tequila for me tonight,” he promised himself.


On waking the next morning, he felt a small sense of pride because he’d kept his oath and stayed away from the agave nectar the previous night. As soon as the kitchen closed, Jorge had joined Henry at the bar and convinced him that if he wasn’t going to drink tequila, he should at least drink the same beer as Jorge. So, together, he and Jorge had consumed quite a few cold cervezas of the watery ‘lite’ variety, leaving Henry with nothing more adventuresome than a temporary bloated feeling – not even much of a buzz. The combination of the West Texas heat and the watery beer meant he pissed or sweat out the limited alcohol before it could have much effect on his senses. “What a waste,” Henry thought. “That stuff Jorge calls ‘beer’ didn’t get me drunk – and to make up for it, the stuff tasted bad too.”

But the company and conversation had been good, as he’d come to expect with Jorge, so Henry wasn’t keen to complain too loudly.


Over the next several days, Henry would anxiously await the moments when he’d be able to see Flora again or just talk with her on the phone. His heart felt suddenly acrobatic each time he heard her voice, while other parts of him lurched and twitched every time he saw her lithe figure moving so gracefully. With Jorge’s babysitting assistance, Henry and Flora spent another whole evening together, sunset to sunrise.

On her own, she’d decided they didn’t need to go out to enjoy each other’s company. So instead, she ordered a pizza and they watched a rented VHS copy of ‘Sabrina’, with Humphrey Bogey and Audrey Hepburn, at her house before retiring to her bedroom. There, they slept very little, but fully enjoyed each other through the course of the moonlit hours. After they’d finished satisfying one another a second time that night, and she lay panting on his chest, her sweaty tits mashed into him, periodically peppering little kisses on his neck, he heard her utter eight simple words; “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Henry’s own heart stopped beating for a moment, then it began racing. He tilted his face down so he could look into her eyes before asking, “I ... are you ... did I hear you correctly?”

She offered him a sheepish grin and nodded slightly, clearly concerned about how he might react.

Gradually, his face began to exhibit the boundless joy he felt inside. He shared her emotion - fully. Though he was painfully aware that his job would take him away from her before long, every part of him wanted to spend the rest of his life cleaved to her. He would find some way to make it work, to spend as many hours as possible in the sleepy, dusty town of Cactus, just to be near the lovely Flora.

Misty-eyed with happiness, they each found new energy, allowing them to spend the next hour or more pleasuring each other to a third shuddering and messy orgasm. They only chose not to try for number four when they both declared they were too sore to continue. His cock was still half-hard, but so tender that it hurt even when her soft, dainty hands tried to caress it. His balls felt like they’d been wrung out and left to dry like raisins. Meanwhile, Flora’s delightful pussy was swollen and red with soreness. As much as she still desired to have his hands, tongue or huge cock exploring her mommy cavern, her tenderest parts were simply aching too much to find more pleasure. They would both need a couple days’ rest before thoughts of desire became physically pleasurable again. So, walking gingerly, they made their way to the shower and cleaned one another tenderly. Then, they fell asleep in each other’s arms.


The very next afternoon, Henry’s replacement work truck was delivered to his motel. The sight of the brand-spanking-new vehicle brought a range of emotions to him, beginning with happiness that he’d be able to get back to work. But any gleeful notions he held temporarily were just that – temporary. The arrival of the automobile signaled the end of his carefree days with Flora.

Henry called the home office and informed them that the vehicle had arrived and that he would transfer the field equipment over to it right away. The following morning, he would then pack up his own gear and head to the next mapped location on his route.

But before he did any of those things, he needed to see Flora again. Logically and emotionally, he felt he should put on a brave face for her sake and decided to shower, shave and make himself presentable before calling her at the bank.

“Flora, honey,” he said, “my new truck arrived, so I’m gonna have to leave tomorrow morning. But I’d like to spend some time with you after you get off work, if you think that would be okay...”

She was sniffling, fighting back tears, but responded calmly. “Well, poop...,” she said quietly. “I knew this was going to happen, but it still stinks.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Henry replied.

Her voice changed slightly. Henry could almost picture her at her desk, one hand covering her mouth as she whispered and cradled the phone’s receiver with the other hand. “We won’t be able to do anything, ya know ... naughty. I mean, I’d really like to ... but I’m still so sore. Plus, Romi will be with me tonight. I can’t ask Jorge to babysit two nights in a row.”

“That’s perfectly fine,” Henry assured her. “I understand completely. As a matter of fact, if it’s okay with you, I’d kinda like to spend the evening with both my favorite girls.” Henry said, instantly hoping he hadn’t said it the wrong way.

Flora offered a tuneful giggle. He could easily imagine the rosiness in her cheeks as she laughed. “My little Romi hasn’t grown up that much yet, Enrique.”

Henry’s heart sank a bit, and he began stammering and sputtering an apology before she interrupted him.

“Relax,” she laughed, “I know you didn’t mean it that way, I was just giving you a hard time.”

“Phew,” Henry uttered as he sighed with relief.

She continued, “But how about you come by the house at about 6:30 tonight? That’ll give us time to whip up something for dinner and we can just hang out together. Is that okay?”

“That sounds wonderful,” Henry replied honestly. Since neither he nor Flora were physically up for another round of lovemaking, a relaxed evening with Flora and Romi in their home was the absolute best option he could imagine.

“Just so you know,” Flora warned him, “we’ll probably end up watching one of the Disney movies on VHS tonight. Romi has a bunch of them, and I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t try to rope you into watching with her.”

“That’s just fine,” Henry answered. “Should I bring anything?”

“Ooh, good idea,” Flora said. “Can you grab a bottle of red wine for me? And you might want to grab yourself some beers, unless you just want to share the wine, or Romi’s grape Kool-Aid ... it’s up to you.”

Henry chuckled and said, “Red wine for you, some beer for me, and I’ll see you at 6:30.”


Arriving at Flora’s home just before 6:30, Henry had barely put the truck in park when he noticed the front door of the house fling wide open and Romi come running toward him. The tiny dynamo was barefoot and wearing a brightly striped t-shirt, covered by denim bib overalls whose pant legs had been cut short allowing her stubby little brown legs to catch the breeze. Her little legs moved as fast as they could, causing her long, dark hair to flow behind her, her bare feet slapping on the hot walkway as she ran toward his truck with a wide smile that made his whole body feel warmer. Before she could make it to the curb, Flora caught up with her and quickly spanked her twice on her covered bottom, admonishing the little girl loudly about running toward the road. Henry hopped out of the truck, grabbing the wine and beer before joining the ladies on the small front lawn. Her mother’s swats hadn’t actually hurt Romi at all, but her bottom lip began quivering as she looked to Henry for pity. He quickly glanced at Flora before responding to Romi’s pleading eyes, slowing filling with alligator tears.

Henry crouched so his eyes were level with Romi’s, then he asked, “Hey kiddo. Now ... why do you think your mom spanked you? Hmm?”

Romi began sputtering and pointing, trying to give her own version of why her mother had clearly overreacted, resulting in the brutal carnage she was sure he’d witnessed. “But I came to see ... and I saw you from the house ... and then I wanted to hug you ... and then Momma spanked me.”

Henry suppressed a smile. “Actually, I think your mom was just trying to make sure you didn’t get hurt, sweetie. You have to be careful by the road. Your mom was scared you were about to get hurt, and that’s why she gave you those two swats on your butt.”

Romi’s mouth began to turn up at the corners. And just as if a light switch had been flipped, she snorted and laughed. “You said ‘butt’.”

Henry chuckled with her. “I’m happy to see you, Romi. Can I have a hug?” He extended his arms toward her and she stepped into them, wrapping her small arms around his neck and pushing her small body into his crouching form. She continued to giggle intermittently.

“Okay folks,” Flora announced, “it’s too hot to stay out here in the yard all day. Besides, dinner’s almost ready – let’s go inside.”

Henry stood up, grabbing the brown paper sack of beer and wine. When he was standing, Flora winked at him and motioned him toward the front door. Romi grabbed the index finger of his right hand and pulled him toward the air-conditioned interior of the modest home.

Dinner was simple and lovely; beef fajitas with fresh-made flour tortillas. With Henry’s help, Flora was able to make quick work of the kitchen clean-up afterward and they all retired to the sofa while Romi picked a videotape from her impressive collection of animated movies ... there must have been almost 3 dozen of ‘em! Once she was pleased with her choice, she put the tape in the VCR and pressed play before joining her mother and Henry on the couch.

Over the next 90 minutes or so, Henry kept his left arm around the shoulders of Flora, only releasing her occasionally so he could take a sip of beer from his bottle on the coffee table. He would gladly have used his other arm to perform beer duties, but Romi was wrapped around it tightly. As soon as she’d plopped down next to him, she’d grabbed Henry’s right wrist and pulled it close to her, hugging it to her chest. She refused to let go until after the movie ended. And while the movie played, she giggled and recited lines out loud along with characters onscreen, her grasp on Henry’s arm never relenting.

When the film ended, without being prompted by Flora, simply rose and went to the VCR. The little girl then stopped the tape, rewound it, ejected it, placed it in its case and stored it again before turning to her mother. “Can we watch another one? Please?”

“Not tonight, mija,” Flora replied. “It’s already past your bedtime.”

“But it just got dark outside,” Romi whined.

Flora shot Romi a look that stopped the whining cold. No words were spoken, nor were they needed, apparently. The little girl just sighed and let her shoulders drop. “Okay, momma.” Romi then walked to the sofa and plopped her body on Henry’s lap sideways. Looking up at him, she said, “Momma said you’re leaving tomorrow. Is that real, Enrique?”

“I’m afraid so,” he responded while rubbing her back through her overalls. “But I’ll be back in a couple weeks to visit.”

“You promise?” she asked, her large innocent eyes searching his face.

Henry nodded. “I promise.”

Romi’s eyes never left his as she processed the information. Finally, she took a deep breath and sighed before saying, “Okay then.” After that, she wrapped her arms around his neck again and hugged as tight as she could. As much as Henry adored the little girl and her innocent affection, her grip on his neck was cutting off his airway, so he eventually had to pull her away before giving her another reassuring smile.

“Okay baby,” Flora said to Romi. “Go get into your pajamas and I’ll be in there in a minute.” Romi then slid off Henry’s lap and padded down the hallway to her room.

“Thank you for doing this, Henry,” Flora said before kissing him briefly.

He shook his head. “I don’t think you understand. I should be thanking you.” He offered her his best smile and she kissed him again before rising to go tuck in Romi. After maybe 10 minutes, she returned. In the interim, Henry had refilled her wine glass and cracked a fresh beer for himself. A good one. Not that watered-down crap that Jorge drank. Earlier that day, while browsing the beer isle at the local liquor store, he’d taken a chance on a brew made in Texas called Shiner. And man oh man, he was glad he had! There were several different flavors, but the one he’d purchased that day was something called a ‘Bock’. “Whoo! Good stuff. I’ll definitely be a repeat customer,” he thought to himself.

“Sorry we can’t fool around,” Flora said to him. “But let’s be honest – even if my coño wasn’t really sore, I wouldn’t want to mess around with Romi in the house.”

“I understand,” Henry replied.

“I don’t think you do,” she said. “You think I’m worried about having sex with Romi in the house – but that’s not it. Not really.”

“Uhm ... oh-kay...”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, we make a lot of noise when we’re ... ya’ know ... being naughty. Like ... a lot of noise,” she informed him.

“To be honest, I hadn’t noticed,” Henry admitted.

She smiled and said, “Well, here’s the thing ... I’m not worried about Romi being exposed to sex. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to push it in her face or anything. But I mean, I heard my parents having sex while I was growing up, and I turned out okay. Right? I think it’s natural, and as long as she’s not pressured into something, then it’s just a normal part of growing up.”

She continued, “However, I don’t think she’s ready for the noises you and I make.” Her mischievous smile warmed him some more. “She might think you’re hurting me ... in a bad way.”

“Honestly,” he assured her, “it’s perfectly fine. I promise. And like you said, I’m still a bit too tender down there to do anything anyway.”

She gasped mockingly and held a hand to her chest while once again slipping into her Mexican southern belle character, “I do declare! Mr. Henry! Are you tryin’ t’ say I wore out big ol’ Stanley? Little ol’ me?”

“Very close to it,” Henry chuckled. “But don’t you worry none, little lady. I can promise you that Stanley’s gonna be missin’ Rita somethin’ pow’rful. An’ by th’ time I see yew again, he’s gonna be rarin’ t’ go. Yew can bet on ‘at.”

They shared a giggle and then settled into cuddling on the couch, occasionally sipping from their drinks. Mostly, they quietly talked as each did their best to avoid the topic of his pending departure. Somewhere around midnight, Flora told him that she needed to get some rest so she’d be able to work in the morning. “You should do the same, señor,” she informed him. And as much as he hated to admit it, he knew she was right.

They stood inside the doorway and kissed for quite a while, each allowing their hands to roam and explore the other’s body. At one point, she pulled back from him and gave him a smoldering look while saying, “Just to make sure you come back to me.” She then pulled her loose t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the sofa before removing her bra, setting her caramel tits free. Her wide areolas and hardening nipples made Henry begin to drool and his tender cock twitched in his pants. He then spent the next 5 minutes or more devoting his affection completely to her fun bags, eliciting whisper-quiet purrs from her. Finally, they both knew it was time for him to leave, so they shared one last tender kiss and he headed to his truck, then the motel.


For about five months, Henry spent his time on the road, performing his job to the best of his ability. When his rounds throughout the region brought him within 150 miles or so of Cactus, he would spend time with Flora. On those occasions where only a one-night stay was possible, she would make arrangements for a babysitter and meet him at the motel, where they explored and pleasured one another until she forced herself to return to her daughter.

But on many weekends, Henry would make time to spend in the wind-blown town with his two favorite girls, Flora and Romi, doing whatever they wanted. The three of them spent time at the duck pond in the park. They ran and chased fireflies at twilight in the backyard. They drove down to Boy’s Ranch for the rodeo. Henry showed off his skills as a grill master on July 4th weekend, surprising and delighting even Jorge. They drove to the lake and spent an entire, sun-baked day fishing and swimming. And of course, Romi fed the Pac-Man machine at Jorge’s Cocina many dollars’ worth of quarters while the adults sipped their beers, conversed and laughed.

Each time, he would squeeze as much relaxed pleasure as possible from his time with Flora before hitting the road again before Monday’s sunrise.

Along the way, several of the properties Henry had located and leased on behalf of the company began to produce a considerable volume of raw product. Some spouted oil, and some tapped into natural gas deposits. As the primary rep associated with them, he received a small monthly percentage of the sales yield, improving his financial situation considerably. Moreover, all the reports from the company’s geologists estimated a run of 40+ years for those projects, meaning Henry would likely be receiving those monthly checks for the remainder of his life.

To be fair, he wasn’t suddenly a millionaire, or anything like it. All total, the monthly checks would max out at about $120K per year, not including his generous salary. So, while not swimming in money, he was in a luxurious position where he didn’t have to worry about month-to-month expenses, and he was grateful for it.

During one of his trips back to the home office, he shared a casual lunch with his boss, who proposed a change to Henry.

“You’ve been jabbering a lot about that little town over in Texas ... uh ... Cactus, right? You’ve been driving over there a lot of weekends haven’t you?”

Henry blushed slightly and nodded. “Yes sir. Back when my truck had to be replaced, I spent a couple weeks there, as I’m sure you recall. Well, while I was there, I met a lovely young lady and we hit it off.”

“Good to hear,” his boss said with a smile. “A young fella like you should have a girl by his side. ‘Least that’s how I feel about it. But the reason I bring it up is that I’m thinking about opening a satellite office somewhere in the Texas Panhandle. Those properties of yours have been very lucrative for us, I’m sure you know that. But you might not know that we also have a couple dozen other properties down there, and most of them are good producers too.”

“Wow,” Henry responded. “You’re right, I didn’t know that.”

Henry’s boss nodded. “Yep, and since we’ve got a real foothold down there now, I think we should have a permanent office in the region. I mean, we’ve run everything out of this one little shop in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma for almost 50 years! And it’s been fine for us ... no complaints. But it’s time to expand our reach some, I think. And having a base of operations out there would allow a few field reps to venture a bit further west or south.”

He continued, “So, I’d like to get a small shop over there, some warehouse space for field equipment, a few offices for the field reps to share when they’re not on the road. Basically, everything we do at the main office, just a little smaller, and we’ll still handle the financials up here. I don’t feel comfortable farming out the accounting work to different offices. Maybe I will eventually, but I’m not there yet. So Henry, what do you think?”

“Makes sense,” Henry answered. “I wasn’t aware that the company had so many active properties around the Texas Panhandle. With that being the case, it’s a little surprising that we don’t already have an office down there somewhere.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Henry’s boss said. “Which is why I’m asking you to run that office. Now, before you answer me, you need to know a few things: One, you’ll need to find a suitable office to lease or the land to build one, preferably, the former. I’d like to be up and running with this thing sooner than later, and I don’t want to wait on construction unless we have to. It can be anywhere in the Panhandle you like except the Amarillo area. There are too many competing interests in that space, some of which are a bit hostile toward outsiders. I don’t mean physically threatening or anything, but there some very wealthy landowners in that space who’ve made it clear that they will sue the bejesus out of us if we set up shop there.”

“I think I understand,” Henry said.

“Good. Now, the second thing you should know is that I’m asking you to give up the road. No more exploring for you, at least not directly. You’d need to manage a small fleet of field reps and all of the Texas Panhandle properties. As you know, that’s gonna include plenty of managing personalities and improving your own time management skills.”

Henry was ecstatic about the possibility. For months, he’d been wracking his brain, trying to conjure a long-term plan that would allow him to stay close to Flora, but also allow him to work and feel useful. As if he were a grizzled angel from Heaven’s wrong-side-of-the-tracks, his boss had just delivered a solution. “I know I should jump at the opportunity, sir. But I wonder if I could have a day or so to think it over first?”

“Sure. That’s a smart way to approach it, I think. But I will need your answer before you hit the road again next Monday morning,” he said to Henry. “I think you’re the right man for the job. But if you’re not interested, then I’ll need to find someone else quickly.”

“Understood.”

Less than an hour later, Henry had called Flora at the bank and gave her the news. He could almost picture her face, flushing with giddiness as she took a couple deep breaths to control herself and congratulated him on the promotion. Her voice gave away her excitement, though he could hear her working valiantly to control the volume of her reaction.

“Well, to be fair,” Henry said, “I haven’t accepted the job yet. I called you so I could get your reaction and ask if you’d think about it too. Flora, honey, I’m so over the moon for you that I’m liable to do something rash if it means getting to spend more time around you. So, what I need to know from you is if you really, truly want me to live that close to you. I mean, what if things don’t work out, ya’ know? I don’t want to make you or Romi feel indebted or uncomfortable or...”

“Just hush, Enrique,” she interrupted him. “I’ve been acting like I was a kid again, saying my prayers, hoping something like this would happen. Hoping you’d find a way to come back to me and stay. So ... when is this gonna happen?”

Henry was thrilled and silenced by her response. He began stammering, “I ... uhm ... it’ll probably take a few days to get the details hammered out with my boss. Then, it’ll take a couple weeks – at least – to transition my clients to a new rep. I’ll also have to break my lease on my apartment here and then find a place there. And then I’ll have to move my stuff...,” he began rambling, talking aloud to himself.

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