Chapter 11

It was Thursday morning. After we rested a little while, we had to get moving because there were several things that were happening through the day. The phone man was coming between eleven and one. Cable was being hooked up between eleven and two and we had to drop off a sperm sample before five, to Doctor Rebecca.

Beth Ann gave me "the look," just before we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. In my past life, as Carl, I always dreaded "the look," because it was often accompanied by things I either didn't want to know, or didn't want to do. Seeing it in Beth Ann's eyes was an immediate source of concern. Having been through relationships that ended badly and those that simply ended, I knew the best thing to do was wait it out and let Beth Ann tell me whatever she had to tell me, as soon as she was ready. There is no hurrying a woman when she has "the look."

"I am a terrible person," she began. "Almost four days ago you were seriously injured in a horrible accident and this is the first time I thought about telling your father. He might have cut himself off from us but he definitely has a right to know these things and an obligation to care about them. I've got to call him and let him know what happened, what we did about it and how you are doing."

She was working herself up and I knew how to calm her down. "You aren't a bad person. We couldn't call anybody because we don't have a phone. The phone will get installed this morning and then you can call and give him any kind of update you wish, but leave me out of it. I am not really ready to talk to him and pretend everything is just great between us. Please don't hand me the phone - if he does bother to take your call."

"You know what? I didn't even think about that. That's like getting a free pass, isn't it? You are one smart fella. You know that?" She was happy again and our first crisis of the day was smoothly avoided. I had doubts as to whether Bruce would even acknowledge her call but kept them to myself. The less I had to do with Brian's father, the less likely I was to screw up.

Beth Ann was full of energy, again and she tickled me to get me up and headed into the shower. We needed a shower but Mr. Johnson, seeing Beth Ann's perfect ass, wanted to fulfill a different need and stood up to get a better look at all of Beth Ann's naked body as we headed for the bathroom.

"You keep that thing under control. You hear me?" She was speaking sternly but her smile was anything but serious. Beth Ann was having the time of her life. We were laughing, making fun of every little thing and cavorting around naked together. We had become so comfortable in such a short time, that these intimate moments were becoming so common, I was afraid we would miss noticing the simple beauty of our burgeoning love affair.

There was so much I didn't know and every word was a minefield for me. The stress of carefully phrasing everything to keep it generic was getting to be a drag on me and I knew I better move the conversation closer to a place where we took my lack of memories off the table. It needed to be sooner, rather than later, before there were too many inconsistencies and too many unanswered questions.

Memory crisis, or not, we were having an amazing time. Our last twenty-four hours together was exactly what my honeymoon should have been like with Judith. It would have been but for pretty much everything going wrong.

Judith had been a stunning bride. Her dress was amazing and she fit it like a glove. I couldn't wait to get it off her. She looked good enough to eat and that was my plan. The ceremony was sweet and low key. We weren't keen on spending a lot of money for a thirty minute event. Our wedding night was to be in the honeymoon suite of an out of the way summer resort, in the mountains. Since it was the first weekend in October, we were early for skiers and way too late for hikers.

When we arrived the honeymoon suite was out of order (that's what the desk clerk said) and we were promised an upgrade to a family suite, because of the inconvenience. When we were shown to the "suite" we got the second disappointment. Our suite was a mini-suite and by mini they meant that the bed was micro-sized, along with everything else.

Judith was furious and took it out on the desk clerk, the resort manager, when he called to apologize, the maids and the waitresses in the dining room. By the time we got back and ready to consummate our marriage, all the fun had gone of the day. Judith complained about the temperature of the food and the room, the size of the bed and the stiffness of the sheets, the paucity of towels in the bathroom and the small tub.

She didn't miss a thing. Her complaints ran the gamut and made our wedding night an ordeal, rather than an experience. She made me and everyone she came in contact with, miserable. I was never so glad to check out of a place in my life. That set the tone for our honeymoon and though we had some good times, it was mostly a downer.

Beth Ann and I were completely unaware that anyone else existed. Our attention was focused on us as one entity. The big change came when Rebecca demanded a semen sample. Dealing with that seemed to be the game changer. We both let our guards down and the results were wonderful. When Beth Ann made me admit I liked to look at the parts of her body that she'd showed me, I knew she had done that on purpose and that gave me the courage and confidence to be bold in word and deed.

Finally getting in the shower Beth Ann submitted to a sensuous body wash, starting with her hair and ending with me on my knees, carefully washing between her toes. I never touched her in a sexual way and that escalated the sexual tension. By the time she was washed, Beth Ann needed to come as bad as any woman ever needed release and I took her over the edge quickly using my mouth, tongue and both hands.

What I really wanted was back inside her but Beth Ann reminded me that the next time I came we had to catch it in a cup and deliver it to Rebecca to be tested. That kind of took the edge off for me. My darling Beth Ann offered me a first. She asked if I wanted her to get me off with her mouth. She was offering me a blow job even though she'd never given one before. I wanted her first time to be romantic, not rushed to complete on mission.

Beth Ann was determined to make it up to me and led me back to bed by my dick. Pushing me down, she climbed on top and used her wonderful nether lips to arouse me to orgasm, when I hit the point of no return, she quickly grabbed the cup and caught my semen.

Mission accomplished.

Dressed and fed, we met the phone man right on time, at eleven and he had our service operating in no time. The cable guy showed up just as the phone company truck pulled out and we suddenly had TV. Beth Ann dug out her address book and called Bruce at the bank back in Iowa. His secretary took the message and our new number, promising to make sure Bruce got both, as soon as he returned. 'Fat chance, ' I thought.