Chapter 6

Cindi woke me up twice during the night to revisit her first time. Each trip around the world took her deeper into the joys found in exquisite lovemaking. Her cries, gasps, and screaming exclamations resounded through the suite, and I found her enthusiasm kept me up to the task quite admirably.

In the morning, she came awake with a spectacular smile that said all that needed to be said.

She was in the full bloom of first love.

It was precious to behold, and I'm sure I smiled just as widely.

We were still sleeping when my phone rang at ten-forty-two. It was Ernie Wright. "David, I have good news. The freight hauler agreed to our settlement terms, and everything is being signed today. Will you be somewhere I can fax the papers for you to take to a notary and sign?"

"I am at the Springhill Suites, in Coeur d'Alene, Idaho," I gave him the fax number and my suite number. "Rather than fax it, have your assistant scan and attach it to an email. I will use my own printer to avoid having any strangers know my business."

Ernie thought that was fine and ran down the settlement offer, which I approved. At least money was not going to be any kind of problem while I was David Walsh.

It wasn't twenty minutes later that I downloaded my email and saw the settlement documents. After Cindi and I came up for air and showered, we went in search if sustenance, and while out, I stopped at Staples and bought a high quality, small, laser printer.

Once we were back at the motel, I printed the documents and went in search of a notary to witness my signature. It was easy to find one, as there was a bank across the street that provided the service. I stopped at the post office and overnighted one set of the originals to Ernie, keeping the second set as my record.

By the time that was done, Cindi was panting for more of me, and being a kind, considerate, honorable, and trustworthy kind of fellow, I had to comply...

Three hours later, we were drenched in sweat, cum, and various bodily fluids, panting like we'd run a marathon, and completely drained. Cindi was apparently determined to make up in one night for the months they were separated, but we both hit the wall together, without any more to give.

A long, hot, sexy shower, and four bottles of water later, she decided she wanted to talk. "When you wrote that letter to me and said that my letters made you have to make yourself feel good, I started thinking about you laying in bed with no clothes on, rubbing yourself, and the next thing I know I'm almost coming. I COULDN'T get the picture of you doing that out of my head. I told my mother about my frustration, and she suggested warm oil, quiet music, and a small, really good vibrator."

I must have looked surprised, because she said, "My mother and I talk about everything. When she knew how badly I wanted to be sexy for you, my mother was my biggest supporter. We talked for hours about how to make myself come, while I waited for you, and everything she said really worked.

"You HAVE to show me how you do it, and I can't wait to show you how I use my Davy Junior. It will be so much fun, even though it doesn't compare to the real thing. Now that I know about this," she said, pointing to my erection, "Davy Junior looks a lot less mind blowing."

As the evening wore on, we laughed, played, and generally got to know each know each other in many intimate ways. Her mother called about bedtime, worried about her little girl, and I went to the bathroom to give them privacy. Cindi wasn't all that keen on separation, and she sat on the floor beside the bathroom door while they talked.

"It was so amazing, Mom. When I got to the hotel, he opened the door and we were on the bed before you could blink. David has a huge thing. It's twice the size of George's, and it feels good, tastes good, and smells good...

"I can't get enough of him. He made me come so hard I passed out! Can you imagine something like that???

"Nope. He never once tried to make me do anything ... No ... When I think about it, Mom, I've made every decision about what we've done since I got here. David hasn't even suggested something to me, yet.

"Is that bad??? I don't want to be bad ... Uh-uhh ... No ... Nope. He hasn't tried to put it in my mouth or my bottom ... Nope. Not even his fingers," she looked over at me and smiled, pointing to her bottom. "Uh-uhhh. He doesn't seem to want to make me do anything. I keep tackling him and jumping his bones, though. That's fun..." And that's how it went for almost an hour. Cindi told her mother everything. EVERYTHING.

And then the conversation changed.

I could hear the change in Cindi's tone and see the dramatic difference in her body language.

Something was wrong.

I watched and waited for a sign that would tell me what was going wrong for them, but nothing tipped me off. Cindi cringed and sort of rolled herself into a defensive ball, not quite, but like taking the fetal position.

I couldn't see letting her undergo so much distress alone, so I walked to where she was sitting on the floor, and took her totally into my arms. Even if I didn't know what was wrong, I could offer comfort and support, and that's what I did.

Cindi's eyes were wet, and she was trying to keep it from me. That wasn't on the menu, and I kissed her tears softly to let her know I cared. Her face changed. Cindi's expression slowly transformed from frightened and tearful, to grateful and happy. I could hear the change in her voice, and I knew her mother had to hear it, too.

After listening to whatever her mom was telling her, Cindi interrupted and said, "Mom, I want Davy to know what's happening. Maybe he has some thoughts for us."

She took the phone from her ear and said, "George is out of jail and is parked in front of the house. Mom is afraid of what he will do if she tries to drive away..." Her eyes were terrified as she related her mother's predicament.

I made a snap decision. This was going to be SO EASY.

Poor George wouldn't know what hit him when the roof dropped on him.