Never Too Late

by sagacious

Copyright© 2009 by sagacious

Romantic Sex Story: She said something which affected his whole life, now it would be up to her to make it right. John's sister would have to teach him and his fiancée how to live together.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Reluctant   BiSexual   Incest   Sister   First   Slow   .

"Send the next one in please."

The next girl interviewing for the job entered the room and walked, or should I say limped, over to my desk.

"Hello sir, my name is Angela Wilkins."

"Have a seat Ms. Wilkins. My name is John Forrester. The job is as my secretary and personal assistant. Mrs. Hawks is leaving due to her husband being transferred. I need someone quickly, so if you have obligations beyond this week there is no need to interview."

"I have no obligations. I lost my last job two weeks ago and could start immediately."

"Under what circumstances did you lose that job and what was it?"

"I was a personal secretary to a pharmacy owner. When I wouldn't go to bed with him he fired me."

"Are you sure that that was the reason Ms. Wilkins?"

"That is what he told another worker there. He said that I was teasing him, but I didn't do it intentionally. The other girl let him bed her and kept her job for a while. You must think I am spouting sour grapes. I'm sorry for wasting your time."

The girl got up and started toward the door.

"Wait a minute miss. I haven't terminated the interview just yet. I can guarantee that you will not be pressured to provide sexual favors here. I will have your last employer investigated though; it is not good for business to have dogs like him around. Do you have a problem with your foot?"

"My limp is the result of a broken ankle healing improperly. There is not much that can be done about it, but I can get about okay. Do you mean that you would still hire me?"

"Yes I would, as long as you have the skills I need require. I need someone who is very organized and able to work without supervision. My office is busy most of the time and I have to spend much of the day elsewhere. Your resume says that you have taken business and bookkeeping courses with good results and that you have only had the one job since school. I also see that you put yourself through school while caring for a young child."

"My daughter Meagan; she is six now and growing like a weed. My parents have done much of the work with her and I could not have done it without them. Unfortunately, Mom is very ill and I need a place with a day care facility such as this one has. I know that I am not as experienced as some applicants will be, but I have an incentive to do a good job."

"I have to have someone quickly and everyone else that has applied has to give two weeks notice before they can start. I was out of town when I found out about this and now I am pressed for time. Can you be here tomorrow morning at seven?"


"Then you have the job as long as you can do it. Be here tomorrow and Mrs. Hawks will show you what the duties are. I expect you to be dressed similarly to how you are now and learn quickly, she only has three days left."

The next day started with Angela filling out the paperwork, to include setting it up for her daughter to be delivered to the office after school. Ellington Communications had determined several years ago that many young women were not working because they were unable to afford childcare. Ellington had set up childcare in the office building and took a percentage out of the workers wages similar to health care. The cost was minimal to the company and much less to the workers than any reputable service in town. The childcare had been an unqualified success and all offices in the building were participating. Jobs were hard enough to come by that the service could probably be discontinued, but the worker satisfaction it engendered for such a small price was incalculable.

Angela was surprised after working with the departing Mrs. Hawks for several hours to realize that the job was simpler than the one she was fired from. She also realized that her new boss, John Forrester, was not the midlevel executive he appeared to be. From all that Angela could see, he owned or was the CEO of Ellington Communications. The man listed as CEO, William Dent, was just a front man and had no actual power in the corporation. All true power went through this office. She was not sure why it was this way, but Angela was sure of it.

Angela caught on quickly and by Friday, she was doing the job with Mrs. Hawks observing.

"Angela, would you come in here please?"

"On my way Mr. Forrester."

"Okay, Angela, the big question. Can you do this job and do you want to?"

"Would you answer a question for me first Mr. Forrester?"

"What is that Angela?"

"Why do you let Mr. Dent show as the CEO when you are running the business?"

"You saw through me, huh?"

"Easily I'm afraid to say. Do you own the company?"

"Yes, I do. Easily? Mrs. Hawks has been working for me for three years and she never twigged."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that sir. She probably just figured that you had your reasons and left it at that. What about Mr. Dent?"

"Bill is actually the best salesman we have. I couldn't sell anything and until I hired him I was having a lot of trouble getting the company going. Having him listed as the CEO means that people who think that they should have access to the boss don't bother me, they get Bill and he deflects them, and usually sells them more stuff at the same time. I couldn't run this place without him. And before you ask, Ellington was the name of the guy I bought the building from. Now, are you going to stay?"

"Yes, I believe I will. This job is very rewarding and I can do it. As long as you don't lie to me or try to hide things from me that I need to know, I will do it."

"If you think I am hiding something, please ask before getting upset. I may not even know that I am doing it. Welcome aboard Ms. Wilkins."

The next couple of weeks passed quickly. Angela proved to be intelligent and insightful. She kept John on schedule and provided a sharp witty sense of humor to the flow of the day. A casual comment about the father of Angela's daughter brought an unusual reaction. Angela would not actually comment on the father, but her obvious distress caused alarm bells to ring in John's head. He quickly dropped the subject with Angela but did some research on the internet later. What he found disturbed him greatly.

Angela had been raped. He vaguely remembered the story now. She had been the subject of a police manhunt several years ago in Denver. Reading the stories brought it back to him. Angela had been taken from the street as she was returning home from a friend's house. A dark car had pulled to the curb and two men had jumped out and grabbed her from the sidewalk. A neighbor had seen the abduction and called the police. The car proved to be stolen and was discovered later in a parking garage. No clue was found as to the child's whereabouts or the identity of the abductors. She was 15 at the time. There were no leads or anything until a security guard at the same parking garage heard something from a car that had been left and discovered Angela's bruised and broken body inside. She had been gone for 5 months and was emaciated and pregnant when found. Her rapists were never found. Angela was unable to supply much information as she had been held in a dark room and blindfolded when her captors wanted to use her. Her ankle had apparently been broken in the car door when she was abducted and just bandaged during her internment. Attempts were made to repair the damage, but resulted in limited mobility. Her parents would not allow her to have an abortion and moved away to an unknown area as soon as Angela was released from the hospital. John was surprised that they had not changed their name when they relocated. Now he knew why Angela did not want to discuss the child's father and he kept his new knowledge to himself. The fact that Angela had moved on and was trying to build a life for herself and her daughter spoke volumes about her character.

Disaster struck three weeks after Angela started working at Ellington. She was called by a neighbor telling her that there were fire engines at her parent's house.

"Mr. Forrester, may I speak with you please?"

"Certainly Angela, come on in."

"Mr. Forrester, I have a problem. A neighbor just called me to say that there are fire trucks at my parent's house and I cannot get through to them. May I leave to see what I can do?"

"Of course you may Angela. Do you have a way to get there? I know that your father usually drives you to work and picks you up."

"No I don't. I guess that I can get a cab or something."

"Let me take you. Maybe I can help."

When they got to the house, they saw that it was almost totally destroyed, including the garage and storage shed. The policeman they talked to said that it looked as if the fire started at the storage shed and quickly spread to the garage and then the house. Apparently, the fire started shortly after eight in the morning. No one had come out of the house. Angela said that when her father returned from taking her to work and Meagan to school, that he usually returned to bed for an hour or so before beginning his day. Her mother was bedridden and her father's day was mostly taken up with caring for her. Her mother had been on oxygen and that seemed to have caused the fire to spread very rapidly.

Angela was devastated. Further questioning showed that she had no knowledge of her parent's finances or insurance, or much of anything. The house had belonged to her grandparents who had passed away a few years ago. She knew of no other relatives in the area, there should be some of her mother's people around somewhere; but Angela had had no contact with any of them. Her parents had been shielding her from inquiries about her ordeal.

The police offered to put Angela and Meagan up in a shelter for the night. She had no money and everything she owned was gone. There had only been one paycheck from Ellington so far and that had been given to her father. She had no bank account of her own and no access to her parent's account. She and Meagan had been living in the garage apartment. She had a driver's license but no car. John offered to put them up until other arrangements could be made.

The next few days were a nightmare for Angela. Meagan cried for hours when she found out about her grandparents and Angela seemed to be in a daze. When she finally got access to her father's bank account, she discovered that there were almost no savings and the insurance had lapsed on the house. All she was left with was the empty lot the house used to be on and what she had taken to work that day. John took her to Walmart for essential supplies for her and Meagan and was patient as the shattered woman tried to go on with her life. It was only a few days before she got back to work and started to pick up the pieces. The firefighters' fund took care of the funerals and the city razed the property after the cause of the fire was determined to be oily rags in the storage shed.

One week after the fire, Angela asked John over dinner what she should do next.

"The first thing we need to do is to get you some transportation. After that we can see about more permanent housing. You and Meagan may stay here as long as you need to, but I am sure that you would like to have your own place."

"I don't know how I can thank you Mr. Forrester; you keep doing so much for us."

"Here in the house, please call me John and you don't have to do anything to thank me. I am glad that I can help."

"Well, I think so. If nothing else, it will be good for you to have me out of the house so you can get back to dating. You haven't had a date since we have been here."

"Don't worry about it Angela, I don't date."

"Why not John? You are a very handsome man and I am sure that most of the women at the office would be glad to go out with you, and they don't even know that you own the company."

"That fact is to remain a secret Angela. I would have to beat off the gold diggers with a bat if that were known. As it is I have to discourage way too many women."

"Why do you discourage them John, are you gay?"

"No I am not gay; I just don't want to get involved with a woman. I can see no benefits to being married. Now please drop that subject."

"If you wish John; I don't understand, but I don't need to."

Life went on. The next crisis was less than a week later.

"Mr. Forrester, you have a call on line one, your sister."

"I don't have a sister Angela. It must be a mistake or some kind of crank."

"Okay sir, I'll take care of it."

She came into his office later and sat in the chair without asking.

"What was that about sir? Why did you lie to me?"

"What are you talking about Angela? How did I lie to you?"

"You are not the only one who can use the internet sir. Yes, I know that you know about me and Meagan, I know because you quit asking; no one quits asking that quickly. Plus you did not say anything when I mentioned your love life the other night. You already knew that the last thing I would want would be a dirty man pawing at me. Back to today; you do have a sister, Elizabeth Miller, and she is very sad. When I told her what you said, she cried. Then she asked me if you were seeing anyone and when I told her about our conversation, she cried harder and kept saying that she was sorry before she hung up. Now I need to know the story, at least to some extent, so that I can deal with her in the future."

John sat there stunned; this girl was a lot sharper than he had given her credit for. Keeping her in the dark was no longer an option. How could he tell her without telling too much?

"Okay Angela, you're right, I do have a sister. She said something to me when I was 17 that hurt me very deeply and I haven't spoken to her since. When she calls again, and she will, tell her that I forgave her a long time ago. Tell her that I could not stay mad at her for telling me the truth, but my shame will not let me talk to her or see her. That is really all I wish to say on the subject for now. I have not bothered you about your ordeal because I did not wish to pry, please give the same consideration to me."

"I will for now sir, because you have been so kind to me and Meagan. I will tell her what you said, but if she continues to call I will not lie to her."

"Fair enough Angela; and I am sorry about lying to you, it has become a habit with my secretaries. None of the others bothered to check on it."

"So you have been keeping away from her for what, seventeen years?"

"Yes, now that I think of it, it has been that long. If that has been taken care of for now, have you made the arrangements for the conference in Phoenix?"

"Yes sir, you are booked into the Radisson with Mr. Dent in the adjoining suite. They are expecting you to address them on the second day and several of the organizers are looking forward to talking about some of our new products. You and Mr. Dent should be able to sell quite a bit in four days."

"As I told you before, I don't sell shit, Bill does all of that. I am there as a techno weenie for him to show off. I haven't developed anything new for years, but I do know everything we sell. While I am gone, I will keep in touch via E-mail and phone. Oh, by the way, your new car will be in the garage tonight. It's not really new, a 2002 Dodge Stratus should meet your needs pretty well though don't you think?"

"Mr. Forrester, I did not give you enough money to buy that nice a car. You said that you would be sure that I got a good deal, not that you were going to buy it for me. I can't pay back that much."

"You don't have to pay back anything Angela. You said that you wanted to sell the lot your parent's house was on, so I bought it and put a little of the money into getting you a good dependable car."

"I don't know how to thank you sir."

"Just keep on doing the good job you have been doing and that will be thanks enough. Have you found any apartments in the area?"

"Josie down in childcare says that there are some units becoming available in her complex, but it may be another month or more until they are ready. I really like her complex because it is the only one that I can afford that has full time security. I am sure that you understand why I want that for Meagan."

"Yes, I do. That will be fine Angela, let me know when you are ready so I can help. Is there anything else for now?"

"No sir, that does it for the day. I'll go down and get Meagan and meet you in the garage."

When John got back from the conference he was fuming. The whole four days he had been fighting off women trying to get into bed with him. Even the fake wedding ring did no good because they all knew that he wasn't married from the program. If this kept up(, ) he would have to stop going to conferences. Bill Dent didn't help any by having at least one woman in his room every night. John hoped his wife was alright with it, but he had never asked her or really ever even spoken to her. Pamela Dent was a very assertive woman who did not deal well with shy retiring people like John.

Sitting at breakfast the next day watching Angela deal with Meagan gave him an idea. He thought about it and all the pro's and cons for hours. He barely was able to respond to questions all morning

After lunch, Angela finally cornered him in his office.

"Okay Mr. Forrester, what is bothering you? You have barely been here all morning and we have quite a bit of work to do today. If you don't get with it we may be here all night."

John looked up at her and asked, "Angela, have you considered getting married?"

"What has that got to do with anything? You know how I feel about men, or at least you should know. The answer is no, I have no plans to ever get married. The very thought of sharing my bed with a man makes me ill."

"Have you thought about women, taking a female lover?"

"Any thought of sex brings pain and shame. I don't want to do any of it. Now why are you asking me this?"

"Would you be willing to marry me if I promise not to try to have sex with you?"

"Marry you? Why would you want to marry me? Are you hoping to get to Meagan, is that why you don't want women, you like little girls?"

"NO!! Not that! I don't want sex at all, just like you. I have been having a lot of trouble keeping women away and I will have an excuse if I am married. That is all. The gays call it a beard. I would take care of you and Meagan without asking anything in return except that you stay with me and provide me with a ready-made family to keep the wolves and gold diggers away. I would provide college money for Meagan and also for you if you want to continue with school. You would keep the rooms you are staying in now and would not have to have any more contact with me than you do now. I can adopt Meagan if you wish and make her my heir. I will never have one otherwise. I just keep thinking that we are a perfect match that way. I don't love you, but I do have a high level of respect for you."

"You are serious. You hate women so much that you would enter into a loveless marriage just to spite them."

"I don't hate women per say, I just don't want to have a sexual relationship with one."

"I have to think about this, and I would definitely have to talk to Meagan about it."

"Of course Angela, I would not expect any less from you."

Angela went back to her desk and sat and thought for about an hour. She then went down to the daycare facility where Meagan had just arrived from school. They talked for almost an hour before Angela returned to the office.

"Mr. Forrester, do you have time to talk?"

"Yes Angela, come on in."

Angela entered the office, hesitantly for the first time in a while. "Did you mean everything you said before; that we would be married but without the sex?"

"Yes I did Angela. The more I think about it the better I like the idea; heck, we wouldn't even have to move you in. I would just make sure that you and Meagan are better cared for. You would want for nothing."

"Well, I have been thinking about it, and I have some conditions before I will say yes. I know this may be presumptive of me, but I can't do it any other way."

"Go ahead Angela, I won't guarantee to agree to all of them, but I can't say one way or the other until I hear them."

"Okay, there has to be a prenuptial contract. I don't want people to think that I am marrying you for your money. To keep that idea going you are going to have to be nice to me in public, hugs and kisses and 'sweetie' and things like that for at least a month before the wedding. You also have to keep it up for at least a while afterwards. I will do the same to you except in the office. I also want to continue to work here. I may have to switch to another executive to keep propriety, but I would hope not as you have the most exciting work in the company." John was nodding at each declaration as if agreeing. "Those things are somewhat negotiable, at least in degree, but the next two are not. You have to make up with your sister. She called while you were gone and we had a very long conversation. She loves you and misses you and her son John would like to get to know his namesake. When I told her what you said about her just telling you the truth, she just about screamed my ear deaf. I don't know what she said to make such an impact, but she regrets it with every fiber of her being. The last item is that I need to know what the big secret is and why you don't want a sexual relationship of any kind."

"Now I'm the one who has to think for a while. We'll talk later tonight. I can understand your conditions, I just don't know if I can comply with them. Okay Angela?"

"That is fine sir. I'll see you at home. Right now I've got some work to do that hasn't been getting done because someone who shall remain nameless took my mind off of work."

That evening after Meagan had gone to bed Angela returned to the family room and sat in the armchair next to John's.

"Have you had enough time John?"

"Yes, I think I have. The first items are easily dealt with. The prenup might not be as restrictive as you want, but there will be one. I agree with that mostly because I can see you discovering Lancelot prancing by and wishing you had waited. No matter what is in the agreement though, Meagan will be taken care of the best that I can. I already love her and see suitors around every corner. If you let me adopt her, it will be the happiest day of my life. As you said, the stickers are the last two items. I'll do it if Elizabeth will."

"She will."

"And the last item relates to the previous. I want you to know just how difficult this is. I have kept this hidden for most of my life and telling you is possibly the hardest thing I have ever done. I am beginning to care a lot for you and I want you to stay around, and this is the only way I can do it."

John stopped to take a breath. "At the end of my senior year of high school I was in the shower after mowing the lawn. Elizabeth had just gotten back from her first year of college and I was not used to her being in the house, so I had not locked the bathroom door. I had been very meticulous about that for the last few years. As I stepped out of the shower Elizabeth opened the door and walked in. For the first time since I had been very little she saw me nude. Of course she looked down at my crotch before I could cover it. Her reaction was what I had expected. She pointed at my dick and burst out laughing. I shall remember her words to the end of my life.

"Damn John, what the hell is that little thing? There is no way any woman is ever going to want you with no more than that to use."

"I was humiliated and I have not spoken to her since. That was 17 years ago and I remember it as if it was yesterday. Unfortunately, she was correct; my penis is very small and would not do anything for a woman, so I have stayed away from women up until now. The only way I can tell you about it is because I know that it will make you feel more comfortable being here with me. Even if I wanted to do anything to you, I couldn't do any harm. I do have hormones and urges, but I suppress them. This is the dark secret that I have guarded jealously for all these years. Are you still willing to marry me?"

"Don't we make a pair? We both fear sex, but for different reasons. All I get from sex is pain, which is all I have ever felt. You fear the rejection from sex for what are probably very good reasons. I will marry you, partly because the thought of marrying a normal man scares me to tears. Maybe between both of our fears we can be happy, or at least not be miserable."

The shows of affection went slowly. The first time John touched her without warning Angela jumped and yelped. It took almost half and hour to calm her back down. After that, John always said something before touching her. Their first public kiss was almost as bad, and John decided to do that very rarely.

There was no way to do this without someone being in on the deal to some extent. William Dent's secretary, Rose, was the office gossip. She already knew something about John's problem with women, not the real problem, but she knew that there was one. Angela had also confided some of her history to Rose shortly after starting to work at Ellington. Angela went to lunch with her right away and gave her a version of the story near enough to the truth to be uncomfortable for both parties, and swore her to secrecy; which of course meant that most of the company knew it the next day. The idea was to stop the rumor mongers before they started. This way everyone knew that it was more a marriage of convenience than love, but that Angela was not latching onto John for his money. This would not stop all of the gossip of course, but it would give them some degree of respectability.

Their home life became much looser, and they made the changes needed for Angela and Meagan to be permanent residents at the house. John had bought the house about 10 years before and had it fixed up. The house was a Victorian style on Highland Avenue just down from Kossuth Street in an older but still very nice neighborhood. There were seven bedrooms along with a very large family room, library, front parlor, living room and formal dining room. The remodeling had expanded the master bedroom into a suite with a Jacuzzi and added another large bathroom between two of the other three bedrooms on the second floor. There were three bedrooms and a small half bath on the third floor. John had also had an exercise room added to the three-car garage and a game room with large screen TV, pool table, and sauna in the basement. Angela did not move into the master suite with John, but she and Meagan did do some decorating in their two rooms and bath.

One evening over dinner Meagan looked at John and asked, "if you are going to marry mommy, does that mean I can call you daddy?"

"I would be very proud if you were to call me daddy darling, but you only do it if you want to. Do you want me to be your daddy sweetheart?"

"I think so John, you are almost as nice as grampa was. Will I be Meagan Forrester?"

"Once again dear, only if you want to. As far as I am concerned, I am your father and you can call me what ever you want to honey."

"I would like that I think ... daddy. Does that mean that I am not a bastard anymore?"

Angela jumped up and ran to hug Meagan. "Baby, where did you hear that?"

"The kids at school said that if mommy wasn't married then I was a bastard."

"Honey, you are not and never were a bastard. I will explain it all to you when you are older, but John and I are going to send you to a new school starting next year. It is a private school and they are only going to know you as Meagan Forrester. John will be your daddy and no one ever needs to know about before. Will that be okay Meagan?"

"Okay mommy. I like John and I do want him to be my daddy."

John had already been in contact with a very nice private school about Meagan, and he reminded himself to make sure they had her listed as Forrester.

One evening, several days later, Angela and John were sitting in the family room watching TV. They had gotten into a routine where after dinner they took some time to talk to and pay attention to Meagan, then after she was in bed they would retire to the family room with coffee and watch TV for a while before they went to bed. The movie on this evening was R rated and half way through Angela looked over at John.

"John, do movies like this make you uncomfortable?"

"What do you mean uncomfortable?"

"Do you get excited seeing women nearly nude like this? And if you do, what do you do about it? Do you masturbate?"


"Come on John, it is a valid question. You said that you have normal urges, what do you do about them?"

"Well what about you? Do you masturbate? Does seeing a movie like this get you excited?"

"No, it doesn't and I don't. Do you want to know what I feel when I think about sex? Do you want to know more about what happened to me? I'll tell you if you want me to, but you may not like what you hear."

"I do want to hear it, not for curiosity as much as to better understand you. I want to keep from hurting you by accident, and I can't do that without knowing more about what you went through. To answer your question first; yes I do get excited and no I do not masturbate. I just repress the urge. I tried it when I was younger and it brought no relief, just shame, so I don't do that anymore. The best time of my life was when I convinced my doctor to prescribe a chemical castration drug like they use on sex criminals. It was fantastic, I felt so much relief. He wouldn't continue the prescription saying that it was not healthy and I should buck up and deal with my problem like a man. I almost hit him I was so angry. Needless to say I stopped going to him. I have been trying to get up the courage to make the castration real, but I haven't been able to yet. But I may do it now, just to make you feel safer."

"Don't do that John. I do feel safe with you and I don't want you to hurt your health for me. This is very difficult for me so please don't interrupt. It is not that I don't remember, or that I don't think about it all the time, because I do, it is just that talking about it makes it real again, and not just a nightmare. My best friend Helen lived on the street behind mine. I would usually walk around the block because there was a mean dog in the alley that I didn't want to walk by. As I got to the corner, a car pulled to the curb and two men jumped out and ran toward me. I didn't have time to move before one of them grabbed me around the waist and put a damp rag on my face. I barely remember them tossing me into the back of the car, but I was not all the way in before they slammed the door shut. My foot caught in the door and the force broke my ankle. They just pulled me in and closed the door again as I screamed and passed out. The next thing I remember I was lying naked on a bed and one of the men was on top of me shoving his dick into me. The pain of the rape was almost as much as the pain from my ankle. They had tied me to the bed and didn't even realize that my ankle was broken. I passed out again and woke back up as another of them fucked me. I don't know how long this cycle kept up. Every time I woke up one of them was fucking me and my ankle was hurting so much I would pass out again. I guess one of them figured out what was going on because when I finally woke up and stayed awake my right leg was not tied anymore and there was a tight bandage on my ankle. They did not let up on me though, it is just that I stayed awake the next few times they raped me. After the first few days, they settled into a routine. In the morning they would each rape me and then whoever was last would tie me sitting up on the toilet. I would be fed and watered then left there for the day. I was always blindfolded and my hands were always bound with leather cuffs and my good leg was usually chained as well. When they would get back I was fed and watered again, then they would hose me down to clean me off, and then take me back to the bed and rape me some more. Some times they would bring in friends and sell me to them. One night they threw a party and I was fucked all night. They had a harness they put on my face that kept me from biting them as they fucked my mouth. A lot of the time they would have just fucked my ass before they used my mouth. I got used to the taste of my own shit. My ankle hurt for a long time, but it eventually quit. The doctors later said that the nerves were finally destroyed. I had no way to know how long I had been there, but I soon realized that I was pregnant because I never had a period. Since they kept me blindfolded I knew that they were probably going to let me go, but there were many times I wanted them to just kill me. One morning one of them said that he knew that I was pregnant and he was going to let me go so that if the child was his, he wouldn't kill it. He put the damp rag on my face again and the next thing I remember I was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. My time in the hospital was not a lot better except that I was not being raped anymore. They had to re-break my ankle to make it so I could walk again. There was too much damage for it to be fixed all the way. My mother would not let me have an abortion. She said that the baby should not have to die for the father's sins. The men were never found, and the thought that they could be looking at me at any time drove me crazy. My mother grew up in Lafayette and as soon as I was released from the hospital, we moved here. I was able to finish school without anyone knowing my story, but I stayed away from people so they wouldn't ask questions. You are the only person here that I have talked to about this. To answer your original question, yes I do feel some excitement from these movies, but I do not masturbate either. All I get from sex is pain. I never felt anything but pain when those men were on me and I have trouble washing down there, let alone playing with it."

By the time she was done with the story Angela was crying openly. John wasn't sure what to do, he wanted to go over and hold Angela and comfort her, but he was afraid that it would not be received in the manner given. Instead he got up and went to the bar and made her a drink. Angela liked pina coladas so there was always mix ready for it. When he handed it to her, she took a big drink and coughed from the shock of the alcohol.

"Damn John, you don't have to get me drunk. I hope you don't regret your idea now. The thought of staying with someone as nice and understanding as you makes me feel safer than I have for a long, long time. Meagan is real excited to finally have a daddy like the other kids. Have I disgusted you John?"

"You haven't dear, but those sons o' bitches better hope I never know who they are. I just wish that there were some way to do something more for you."

"You have done quite a bit so far. I don't really know of anything else that you could do."

"Hello, is this Elizabeth Miller?"

"Yes it is, may I help you?"

"Probably not Liz, this is John."

"John ... JOHN, is that really you?"

"Yes Liz. Angela convinced me to call you. She said she wouldn't marry me unless I made up with you. I'm sorry for all of the pain I have caused."

"No John, no; I'm the one who is sorry. I was so mean and I wish with all my being that I had never said such an evil thing to you. I love you John. Wait a minute; did you say that you were going to get married?"

"Yes, Angela and I are going to be married in a few months time. She said that I had been cruel to you and that she would not marry me unless I made up with you. I have wanted to for a long time, but I could never get up the courage to call."

"Does she know why you wouldn't talk to me?"

"Yes, that was the other condition. I had to let her in on the big secret. I would have had to anyway; she needed to know why I wanted to marry her."

"So she doesn't mind your problem? I knew that there would be someone for you if you were patient. It doesn't take size to make a woman happy."

"You misunderstand Elizabeth. We have not been intimate; we never will. Angela does not want sex with a man. I can't tell you her story, she'll have to do that herself, but my condition is a plus for her because of it. I hate to ask you a favor already, but Angela and I would like you to be at the wedding, and she will not travel to anywhere near Denver. Would you fly here for the wedding? I'll pay for the ticket for you and for your son as well if he is willing to come. Are you in a relationship, and would he like to come?"

"No John, I haven't been in a relationship for a long time now. After my husband left I kind of let myself go and no man is willing to stick around very long. Your nephew Johnny would love the chance to meet you, and we will come to see you and this amazing woman as soon as I can get a plane there. I miss you so much John, I can't wait to see you again. I have been there before, I have seen what a success you have made of yourself and I was so sorry that I could not share that with you. Will you pick us up at the airport?"

"Take it easy Liz. Angela and I will be in Indy to pick you up, just call her at the office to say when you will be in. I am looking forward to seeing you again and to meeting your son."

"I named him after you John, so that I would have a reminder of the tragic mistake I had made."

"That is all in the past Liz. Call Angela when you get a flight, goodbye for now."

Standing in the arrival area with Angela and Meagan, Meagan between them holding both of their hands, was one of the hardest things he had ever done. John was so scared he was fidgeting and had an almost uncontrollable urge to run away. The only thing that stopped him was Meagan's utter joy at the idea of meeting her soon to be Aunt and Cousin. She kept asking questions to which John would have to answer, "I don't know dear. I am sure that they will love you, but I don't know much about them anymore."

Angela was almost as nervous as John and answered her own barrage of questions in almost the same manner as John did.

Finally, the public address system announced the arrival of their flight and people started streaming out of the security area. A tall bleached blonde with wide hips dressed in very good clothes and a slender young man stepped through the barrier and headed directly for the trio.

John thought that it might be Elizabeth and her son, but she looked so different from what his memory showed. She had gained at least 50 pounds and most of it was on her hips. The boy looked nothing like her. He was slender and dark, almost a Mediterranean complexion with black hair down to his shoulders.

"Is that Johnny daddy? He's cute."

"I think so dear."

Just then the woman saw him and came rushing over with her arms outstretched.

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