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A Final Promise The Bard 17/12/08(Fri)06:38 No. 25211 ID: 8a3dce

Ok so I am throwing my hat into the ring. I have been inspired to try my hand at writing a story since I am bored and want to write. I am looking for constructive feedback and to start getting more comfortable sharing my stories rather than just letting them sit in my hard drive over the crippling anxiety of putting myself out there. I am going to try very hard to pound (lol) out this story semi-regularly and I have a definite ending in mind so without further ado, A Final Promise.

Tags: Loli(ish), Romantic, Sex and Teacher/student, M/f

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The+Bard 17/12/29(Fri)19:42 No. 25261 ID: 77fcb4

Dropping chapters like a boss! Next one sometime next week. In case I don't see ya, Happy New Year!


I stared at Nancy across the table, a tea light and a bottle of wine between us. A French restaurant, from the French speaking waitress clearly an expensive one, is an awkward place to do an exclusive interview. My mind kept going back to Mika, her look of apprehension, that glare she gave Nancy, there was clearly something going on, but I needed to make this problem go away. Mika encouraged me to go and do the interview, but I can’t help but feel that me doing this interview was on the exact opposite thing she wanted.

“So, Mr. Simmons, can I call you David,” before I can answer she pushes right on, “tell me about your arrangement, David.”

I am uncomfortable with what she is wearing. A black, tight dress with no straps and shows way too much skin on either direction. “When Mika’s father was dying, he asked me to marry his daughter. It was his dying wish to see his daughter’s marriage.”

She raised an eyebrow. “So, it was an arranged marriage? How very 18th Century.”

“I don’t think of it that way,” I reply.

“How do you think of it?”

I sighed. I honestly had never thought about it before. I was just happy to be with Mika, it never really occurred to me to think about it. It just seemed like this was how my life is supposed to be. With Mika.

“I don’t think about it. It just is.”

She didn’t even bother to hide her contempt. “So you just accepted being forced into a marriage with a child?”

I frowned, “I wasn’t forced.”

Her eyes flick, almost like she is surprised by that answer, then she immediately switched gears, “Have you had any other relationship, before?”

“No. I never wanted one.” It’s true. Outside of Mika, I’ve never had a romantic relationship before. Nancy is making me think of things that never really crossed my mind before. It made me uncomfortable, like I am on trial for everything I’ve ever done in my life. It is not a feeling I appreciate, especially from this woman, who has caused my family so much strife. “I don’t really care. I am happy, and so is Mika. There is nothing I would change.”

“How can you be so sure? After all, you’ve never had another relationship to base your opinion on.” Before I can respond, our dinner arrives.

It is beef, with mushrooms and cooked carrots. I have no idea what it’s called, my knowledge of French cooking is almost nonexistent. Actually, most cooking is far out of my understanding. Mika can make almost anything, come to think of it, but she usually sticks to Italian. It is my favorite kind of food, that and maybe Chinese takeout. It’s always a surprise to people who know about my upbringing to learn about my uninspired pallet when it comes to food, but my Dad was poor growing up and my Grandma could only cook with canned tomato sauce, and I inherited his distinguished tastes. This food is a bit outside of my comfort zone, but at least it’s clearly cow based cuisine and not something more adventurous.

I take a sip of wine, and it is awful.

“Don’t like the wine,” Nancy asked me. I grimace.

“No, I don’t.”

I looked at the bottle, a Corvina. It has a strong flavor, and it’s repulsive. “I’m not used to drinking. Never really shined to it.”

“Well this compliments the beef flavor, but if you want we can get something else,” she adds.

“No, thank you. I will stick with water.” I really didn’t want to lose my wits around her. The way Nancy kept playing with her hair made me think of how cats groom themselves before going on the hunt, and I never felt like a mouse before in my life, but here I am, growing whiskers and a tail as I pick at the beef. It’s really tasty, beyond what I thought, and I made a mental note to find out what it’s called so I could tell Mika about it. She always wanted to try French cooking, and I guess I wouldn’t be totally against this, as long as she didn’t stop making that lasagna of hers.

“Are you listening?”

Nancy snapped me out of my thoughts about Mika’s lasagna, and I feel a little resentful over it. No, really. It’s that good.

“Sorry, I was thinking about Mika’s cooking.”

“You make her cook for you?” Nancy looked scandalized. Why is my wife cooking for me such a big deal, and I sure as hell don’t make her. I would cook for her if she let me, but the last time I tried to do anything in the kitchen she forced me out, claiming that it was a wife’s duty to cook. I just never bothered to argue, and wouldn’t want to. They way she said it…

“No, I don’t make her do anything. Ever. I really resent your accusation.” I could feel my blood beginning to rise.

She scoffs at me, “So she cooks and cleans for you like some little prairie house wife? How 1950’s.”

I placed my fork down, hard, onto the table. “Who are you to judge her?”

She looked at me like I just slapped her. “Sorry,” she says, “That was rude.” I got the feeling she was just trying to mollify me, to keep me from leaving, and I really did want to leave, to go back to my happy life with Mika.

“Since when has Nancy Patterson cared about being rude? I remember when you wrote your article about my father. You didn’t care about being rude then.” I was starting to get agitated. Really, what is up here? This was supposed to be an interview and here she is, making eyes at me and apologizing. Wait. Is this a date? “What’s going on here?”

She gave me a sly smile, almost like she was trying to be cute. “I’m just trying to understand what motivates you?”

“What motivates me is my wife,” I bluntly replied. I am done here.

“Is that all you can talk about? That child?” She is clearly starting to get agitated. What the hell is going on here?

“Look, Ms. Patterson-”

“Call me Nancy,” she interrupts.

“Fine. Nancy, would you mind telling me why this is such a problem with you? Mika and I are married, and it is all legal. I love her and you seem to be really upset by that. I don’t know why but I don’t think it is any of your business to snoop into our relationship.” I decided to end this. “I have done nothing to my wife that she has objected to. I love her with all my heart and would never do anything to hurt her. I don’t make her do anything, in fact she does a lot of the house work over my objections, but I don’t fight her over it because it would only upset her, and I do not ever want to upset her.”

Nancy glared at me. “How do you know?”


“How do you know you love her? You haven’t had any relationship outside this one.”

I sighed in exasperation. “I haven’t wanted any other relationship. None really presented themselves.”

“I did.”

I gawked at her. “You did? When?”

“The first night I showed up, and you turned me down.” She looked angry, I think.

“Of course I did. I’m married, and to someone I love. I would never betray Mika like that.” The way she was glaring at me, I knew she was angry. Why? What did she expect?

“I don’t like getting rejected, and since you are the only one who has, twice now, I have decided I don’t like that feeling very much.” She crosses her arms, like that was supposed to intimidate me.

“Well, that is unfortunate. Thank you for the dinner, and the wine. I am going home now.” I got up to leave when she leaned in.

“No,” she said mockingly, “I don’t think so. You are going to come up to my room and find out what a real woman can do, and not just some silly blow job in your classroom, either.”

I stopped dead. “What?”

She smirked at me, in triumph. “I have pictures,” she whispers, “So if you don’t want those to get out and ruin your little career, you will come up to my suite and do what you’re told.”

Pictures? What the fuck is wrong with this woman? She was seriously trying to blackmail me into sex, and for what? Her pride? Yes, she could ruin me, but there was no way in hell I would allow her to get me to do that to Mika. I have my limits and she just reached it, and blew right past them, took a left at Hell-Fucking-No Street, and ran to the border of hell with a snowball in hand.

“Let me make this absolutely clear, Ms. Patterson-”

“Call me Nancy,” she interrupts.

“Ms. Patterson,” I say forcefully, no longer playing her stupid little games. I was beyond caring. “I will, in no way, ever cheat on Mika. There is no threat you can make, and no amount of money that you can offer, that would ever, in a million years, make me do such a thing. I don’t care if you ruin my career. I love being a teacher, but if I had to give that up to make sure Mika is never, ever, hurt, then I will be all to happy to sacrifice my ambitions for her. That is what love is, Ms. Patterson, and I love my wife. So do your worst, because as far as I am concerned, we are done here.”

I threw my napkin on the table and got up to leave. I was fuming with rage at the audacity of this woman. “I will make you regret this, Mr. Simmons,” she said, icily.

“Quite frankly, Ms. Patterson, I don’t give a fuck,” I shot back, my stare catching her off guard. Good. “If you ever come onto my property again, I will call the police and have you arrested. Stay the fuck away from me, and my wife.”

I got up and left. I retrieved my coat from the coat check and walked out of the restaurant. The looming Hotel that the restaurant was located in looked ominous in the light of the full moon. My blood pumped in my ears. I had never been so angry in my life and I couldn’t even feel the cool summer night breeze. I knew I just started a war, but I was determined to protect my wife from that vile woman, even if it did cost me my career. I decided to walk home, it would clear my thoughts, and I didn’t want to come home angry. It would take me an hour, but I needed the time to calm down and when I would get home, I would love my wife in every way she would have me. To fucking Hell with Nancy Patterson. I would draft a letter of resignation in the morning and if the Headmaster asks for it, I will be only too happy to hand it over. My priority was to my wife, first and foremost. I made a vow, and I intended to keep it.


I looked at the clock, it was past midnight now, and David wasn’t home yet. What could be taking him so long? Did that evil woman actually seduce my husband? I shook my head. No. David loves me and would never betray me like that.

The door opened, and there was my husband, looking angry and sweaty. What the heck happened?


I walked over to him, and he pulled out a rose, my favorite flower. “Sorry, I would have been home sooner, but it was really hard to find a flower store open at this time of night.”

I took the rose and threw it on the floor. My hands were on him in a flash, and my lips slammed into his. I drew in his scent and it was all David, all my husband. That witch didn’t sink her claws into what was mine, and I couldn’t help myself.

“Take me to our room, David. I want you, now, please,” I begged. Oh fuck, I wanted him so much. He scooped me up, (Princess carry!) and I swooned. I loved my husband and tonight, right now, I decided to make sure he knew every inch of my love.

“Mika, I want to make love to you, all night if I have to,” he whispered into my ear, and my heart started pounding like a jackhammer.

“No,” I said, and he looked confused, “I want you to fuck me, hard.”

He smiled at me, “I think I can do that. Your wish is my command, my love,” he kissed me and threw me down on the bed, “My wife.”

Oh. Fuck. Yes.

The+Bard 17/12/29(Fri)19:54 No. 25262 ID: 77fcb4

Granny or Nancy? I kinda based Nancy on Granny because both are really entitled jerks, just in different ways. Plus Granny is 97, so I don't have to deal with her "I'm being a bitch because I outlived my husband by almost 20 years and causing trouble is all I really like doing right now" for very much longer.

As for Nancy, just you wait and see.

Anonymous 17/12/30(Sat)07:13 No. 25263 ID: 1d4d04

I closed my eyes and two updates showed up. How wonderful.

Anonymous 17/12/30(Sat)19:40 No. 25266 ID: 3883df

Pretty good. Cant wait for more. Btw that reporter is a bitch. Cant wait for her to die.

The+Bard 18/01/01(Mon)01:24 No. 25269 ID: e8ad22

Happy New Year! I come bearing gifts. A new chapter of the erotic kind, finished early because what can I say, you're worth it:


David threw me down on the bed, and grabbed my arms, pushing them into the bed on either side of my head. His kiss came in hard and sudden, his tongue forced its way into my mouth. It was scary, and exciting, and hot! All of my fear and insecurities were burned to a cinder in David’s kiss. I was his, all of me, and I wanted him to use me in every way.

He pulled back, “Tell me what you want,” he stared at me with blazing, dark eyes.

“I want you, all of you, in me.” I needed him. Now.

He smiled at me, and there was a glint in his eye that made me nervous. What was he planning to do?

“I have an idea, if you want to try it.” I nodded. I wanted to try anything, so long as I got filled by my husband.

He stood up and slowly, very slowly, started to unbutton his shirt. It was agonizingly slow, and it caused my crotch to throb. Oh, this was agonizing, and it was turning me on more. He was grinning at me. Oh! He is doing this on purpose! The anticipation and knowing that he was in total control over my pleasure set my nerves on fire. I wanted to be quenched and he was denying it, and it only made my desire burn more.

I couldn’t take it anymore and when he finished with the last button, I leaped up, but before I could grab him he backed off. “No, you don’t get to dictate this, darling. You just sit there and watch. No touching.”

My whole body rebelled against me as I forced it to sit down on the side of the bed. The strip tease continued, emphasis on “tease!” Oh, it was hot. He slowly peeled the button down shirt off his back, showing his toned body one delicious muscle at a time, one peck, and then the other, then his biceps, down and off. I was very hot, very bothered, and very, very wet. My thighs squirmed in protest, but I sat there, obediently.


I was loving this. I could see Mika’s desire and resolve fighting each other, and driving her crazy. It was erotic and impressive at the same time. Her ability to control herself when her need was nearly to the breaking point. This girl, my wife, was an inspiration, and I couldn’t believe that seeing her there, wanting to leap on me but holding herself at bay for my enjoyment, made he love her more than I ever thought possible.

I slipped off my pants and stood before her in nothing but my boxer-briefs, the ones that Mika bought me the last time she went out with her friend, Rachel. My erection was making valiant effort at a break for freedom, and I had to work hard to not give into his need. I wanted this to be special. I wanted to see how much Mika could take. I wanted to see how hard I could make her orgasm. I wanted to see the dam burst.

“You look a little overdressed, Mrs. Simmons,” I murmured. Mika smiled a beaming grin, stood up and tore off her pants. Her panties, a white little number with pink edges, peaked out from under her green baby doll T-shirt. I noticed it was an older pair, probably on it’s last legs since her hips grew out, and I could see that she was very wet with desire. The white, stretched cotton cloth was nearly translucent with her juices, and I could see her soft red curls clearly under the dampness. My cock was already close to bursting.

I walked up and lifted her shirt off, peeling it off of her skin, exposing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were erect with her need. I pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss and then whispered into her ear, “so you want it rough?”

“Yes,” she whispered. It was almost a moan.

I grabbed her by her shoulders and threw her onto the bed. Her giggles were like a musical instrument, a chime that sang directly to my cock, and encouraged me to be bolder. I got a wicked idea, since her panties were on the way out anyway…

I climbed onto the bed and grabbed the left side of her panties, and pulled them apart with my hand, and they disintegrated easily. Mika gasped in surprise and arousal. It make me feel like a stud that I could shock her, and when she bit her lip I was undone. I tore the other side of her panties and threw the now tattered scraps of her panties on the ground. My boxer-briefs were off in an instant. Her eyes grew wider at seeing my erection, and they dilated as her labia turned a dark pink. She was ready.

“Ready?” She nodded in reply, unable to say anything more than a whimper, begging me to end her miserable delay in gratification.

I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, drawing a squeal of delight from her, and placed her on her knees. Her sex glistened in full view, slightly open and quivering for me to enter her. I positioned my cock at her entrance, slowly rubbing her to wet my tip.

“Please,” she moaned. I was only too happy to oblige her. I grabbed her hair at the base of her scalp and forced her down onto the bed while I plunged myself deep into her quivering wetness. Her insides tightened hard and her whole body shuddered as her hands clenched the covers.

“Did you just come from me just entering you?” As the tremors subsided, she nodded her head under my grip. I could feel my grin go from ear to ear. I made her orgasm by just entering her. This one is going into long term memory for sure. I decided my dying thought was going to be this moment, but I sure as hell wasn’t done.

“I’m going to start moving now, alright,” I asked.

She turned her head and mouthed “Please” to me, and I pulled out, only to slam my cock into her depths. Her gasp and moan drew me as deeply into her as I could. In this position I could plunge all the way to my base with ease. I pulled out and plunged into her hard again, and she responded with the same gasp-moan, and I slammed my cock into her again, and again. I built up my pace as I built her pleasure higher and higher.

I slipped the thumb of my free hand under her thighs and found her swollen button. My thumb massaged it, circling her clitoris lightly and she started to pant hard, slowly working into moan of pleasure. I plunged my cock into her and kept up the rubbing, and she tightened, pulling me into her. Her inner walls clenched me with protest every time I pulled out, and welcomed me enthusiastically as I pushed back into her. My pace was relentless and she let out a scream as she reached her second orgasm. Her legs clamped and she fell to the bed, tremors of pleasure rippled waves across her body.

I was so engrossed in watching her and I didn’t care that I didn’t finish in her. I fucked her good and my chest swelled with pride.

“Was that good for you?”

She turned over an beamed at me, not opening her eyes, “Mmm… Yes.”

I laughed. Seeing her so satisfied pleased me more than even her lasagna. Her eyes opened and her hand grabbed my still swollen cock.

“You’re not done yet,” she stated.

I chuckled, “I am just pleased that you had such a good time.” It was the truth, I didn’t care that she was the only one to climax.

She frowned and dragged herself up me so that she was in my arms, and kissed me deeply. “My turn,” she whispered and then she bit my ear. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders and she tried to drag me onto the bed. Her pulls were easy to counter in her post orgasmic exhaustion, but I decided to give in and flopped onto my back, my still hard erection standing at full attention.

Her small hand grabbed my cock, and still shaking, she pulled herself onto me, straddling my hips. She guided me into her still wet slit, lowering herself, taking me all the way into her depths. As she started to move, drawing me in and out of her, she started to moan. God, it was sexy as hell.

My hands shot out and clasped her around her thrusting hips to help her, but she slapped my hands away. “No,” she admonished me, “this time, I’m going to fuck you till you come.”

It didn’t take much for me to accept this. I pulled my hands back and let her ride me.

Her crotch dripped wetness all the way down my shaft as she slammed her hips down onto me. I smiled with wonder. I didn’t know a girl could get so wet, and wondered where it was all coming from. For some reason, seeing her still so aroused, even after two climaxes, was a real turn on, made more so with the thought that this was all because of me. She wanted me, just like I wanted her. I could feel a tightness in my balls as her moans became louder with each plunge of her hips. Her cheeks were flushed bright pink and her lips blazed a deep scarlet. Her eyes were clamped tightly in concentration, or pleasure.

Her pace picked up as her moans became screams, chirping out of her with each slap of our thighs. Her pleasure pulled me along with her, dragging me closer to my impending orgasm. She impaled herself hard so I could feel her deepest part of her, a wall that slammed onto the head of my cock.

She continued to grind on my erection, her cries of ecstasy growing louder and more out of control. The tightness in my groin was nearly at its limit.

“David!” She cried out, as she plunged me into her, tightening around me like a vice as her third, and most powerful orgasm crashed over her like a wave. It was too much and caused me to shudder. The tightness snapped and I released myself into her, pumping everything I had deep into her belly. My arms closed around her shoulders and I dragged her on top of me, the waves of my climax causing me to thrust my cock into her with every pulse.

When the last spurt of warmth finished I looked into her face. She was pressed up against my chest, small beads of tears dotted the edges of her closed eyes. My heart sank. Did I hurt her?

“Mika, are you… Did I hurt you?” I couldn’t bear the thought of her in pain. I am a bit on the large side and she was so slender.

She shook her head, “No, I’m fine. I just love you so much, it’s overwhelming sometimes.”

I sighed with relief. “I love you, Mika.”

She lifted her lips to mine, and lazily kissed me. Her bright, beaming smile greeted me when she pulled back, and her eyes opened, revealing the extent of her love for me. They glistened with love and devotion. I was the luckiest man alive. I sure as hell didn’t deserve the beautiful, young woman who gazed at me, giving me all she was. Her heart and soul were mine, given freely and totally. It just hit me then that she would never show these eyes to anyone else. Just me. My eyes returned her loving stare, giving her my heart and soul in equal measure. My God, I loved this woman, and I would never give her up.

Her smile fell, and with it my heart clenched.

“David,” she asked me with a worried expression on her face, “can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” I replied. I would do anything so that I would never have to see this look again.

“Promise me, you will never leave me. Not for anyone. Be mine, forever.”

I smiled with joy. “Mika, you had that promise from me from the moment I said ‘I do.’”

As sleep took us, my last vision was of my little red headed wife, beaming with love and contentment as she lay on my chest, my cock still inside her. I wished that this moment would never end, but it did when my alarm clock woke us up. Thursday. Only one more day before summer vacation.

The+Bard 18/01/03(Wed)02:26 No. 25272 ID: 7901bc

Would you all like another Chapter? Thought so:


I woke up with a start. The sound of birds chirping, their song must be an avian conspiracy to ruin the fantastic dream I had, involving David and a spontaneous magical ability to summon chocolate ice cream sundaes, wake me. I was wrapped around David like a me shaped blanket, and I could smell his heavenly scent.

I roll off of him, and I feel very strange when his dick slides out of me. Holy crap! I fell asleep with him inside me! The thought was a bit of a turn on, and I take a moment to lament the lack of David morning wood. I would have liked to fuck him awake. The feeling of him pulling out of me must have woke him up, because when I get out of bed I notice his dark eyes, talking me in, and penetrating my naked form.

“Hey, beautiful.” I blushed, I loved when he called me beautiful.

“Hey yourself.”

“Did you know you fell asleep inside me,” I ask.

He smiled at me, and I think he looks proud, “Yes, but I’m more happy that I made you orgasm so many times.”

My face turned scarlet. Holy cow, he did! I never knew I could feel that good and yet, here we are. “I’m going to take a shower before school.”

I rushed into the bathroom, closing the door and barricading myself in the marble floored room. I looked at the girl in the mirror, her red hair shooting out in random directions in that just-fucked look. Her face is scarlet and I smile at her and hug her, and I took a moment to revel in our shared lustful giddiness.

I released myself from my self-congratulatory hug, and I skipped over to the large, two headed shower. It was the same marble as the rest of the bathroom, with clear glass walls, and the thought of David being able to see me shower, if he was so inclined to peep, would be super embarrassing.

The little voice in my head of the girl who tells me when I am being stupid pipes up with a “He’s already seen you naked, and he fucked us good last night to boot.” She’s right, but I’m a girl, so I tell her to shut up. I’m allowed to be inconsistent, especially when my legs were so wobbly from that good fucking last night.

I turned on the shower. The hot water steamed up the glass walls of the shower in the time it took for me to pee, and I slipped into the hot water, feeling the post sex film of dried sweat and all the worry from last night circling the drain.

“Well, aren’t we eloquent today, Mrs. Simmons,” my inner voice mocks me. I mentally stuck my tongue out at her. After three orgasms and passing out with David’s dick in me all night, not to mention waking up snuggled onto his chest, not even her mockery could ruin the good mood I’m in. I silently wished that we could play hooky all day and see how many times he could make me come, but we only have two more days before summer vacation, and I intent to spend every day of the summer trying to find if I have a limit at all.

“More like Hooker,” the voice pipes in. I rolled my eyes as my hair turned white with shampoo bubbles.

When I stepped out of the shower, I felt refreshed. The hot, steamy air coated the whole bathroom with a wet film, and the wall to wall mirror over the two sinked marble counter top was white with steam. I used the same towel to clean away the steamy condensation that I used to dry my pale skin. I wondered if David would like me to shave, down there, and I decided the next time I took a shower I would take the razor to my mound. It would be my little surprise.

After quickly putting on my school uniform, hiking up my skirt so that they barely cover my underwear with the hopes of teasing David while I make breakfast, I bounced out of the bedroom and into the living room, only to come to a dead stop seeing David on the sofa talking to a handsome, salt and pepper haired man with dark eyes. I quickly shift my skirt to a modest level before I can be noticed and then fly at the man.

“Uncle Davy!” My arms clasped around the neck of David’s father, “What are you doing here?”

I was so excited. Uncle Davey, my father-in-law, is a kind and bright man. My father used to say that there was literally nothing on the planet that could have popped Uncle Davy’s mood. The man was an eternal optimist. In fact, there is only one time I have ever seen Uncle Davy cry, and that was at my Dad’s funeral. Oh, and the time David’s mom divorced him, but they got back together when it turned out that the rumors of his infidelity was a failed blackmail attempt from a serial false accuser looking for hush money. Oh, and guess who wrote the article that caused the trouble. Yeah, the bitch.

Uncle Davy laughed, “It’s good to see you, kid! How’s David treating you?” His grin was infectious.

“Terrible,” I say, giggling at my teasing, “I don’t even get extra marks for being married to the teacher!” I force a fake pout.

“David,” Uncle Davy mimics a glare, but he can’t hide the humor in his eyes, “don’t you know the rules. Happy wife, happy life.”

“Dad, I have no reason to help her, she never gets anything wrong!” David laughs. Oh, my, God! I could listen to that sound all day! David’s laughter is infectious and his Dad joins in, and I instantly know where he gets it. Soon the whole living room fills with the absolute joy we all feel. This is how a family is supposed to feel like, and I love it. Uncle Davy would make the perfect Grandfather, and I dream for a moment about having David’s kids. I grin at my husband, lovingly.

“What,” David asks.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking.” I am way too young to have kids right now, even if the thought is appealing to me in every way. There are things I absolutely do not want, and a mandatory reality TV show is definitely one of them. No babies for now.

“So, tomorrow is the last day of school. Have any plans?”

I hopped over to David’s side, my favorite place to be, outside of our bed, and under his desk wasn’t too bad either, voyeuristic bitches not withstanding, and cuddled into his arm. I made a conscious effort to make sure my breast was pressing up against his elbow, I wanted to tease him, and since the skirt plan fell through this would have to do. I felt him shift, and I knew I was getting to him. Good.

“We haven’t really thought about it, Dad,” David answered. I had a few ideas, but I new better than to say it out loud. David’s dad approved of us being together, but that’s just not something you reveal to your father-in-law. You know?

“Well why don’t you spend the summer at the Attaco House? It is yours now, and I hear that Joseph is bored to tears, having nothing to do,” Uncle Davy offered. Joseph was my Dad’s butler, but I remember him more for his teaching me how to cook. He used to be a Chef when he was younger and he taught me everything I know.

“He’s still there?” I thought for sure he would have moved on by now. My Dad’s home is… Massive. I suddenly felt a little bit guilty, leaving who was the closest thing to a friend I had, at least until I met Rachel.

Uncle Davy smiled, “Of course he is, the company pays his way and I was kind of hoping you two would spend more time there. It is technically Mika’s home.”

I wilted into David’s arm. “When dad died, I had a really hard time going back there. I don’t know if I could. Too many memories.” A well of tears that I forgot existed since moving in with David threatened to resurface, the guilt of not thinking about my dad in a while dimmed the glow of last night. I frowned. “I don’t think I could, not with Dad not there anymore.”

David’s arm reached around my shoulders and he pulled me into his side, giving me more comfort than he knew. “I understand,” Uncle Davy murmured, “but you have it available.” My eyes met his, and I knew he could see the sadness in my eyes. “When you’re ready,” he added. Uncle Davy radiated kindness, just like David. This is why I haven’t felt lonely. I was still surrounded by family, and still felt loved.

“Mika, are you all right?” David wiped my now free flowing tears from my cheek, but they weren’t sad tears anymore. They were tears of joy. I should have been an orphan, a wealthy orphan, but the Simmons’s have always been family, and I was so grateful to be one of them, even if I couldn’t use their name until I was out of school.

“I’m fine, David. I’m just so… So happy to be a part of this family,” I exclaimed, sobs breaking out of me. Sometimes being a girl sucks, and the whole having conflicting emotions at the same time was probably the one thing outside cramps during that time that I disliked the most. A smile broke through the happy/sad blockade when I thought of the multiple orgasms that I had last night. OK, so there are some perks, I guess.

“In any case, I was in town and dropped by to look in on you kids, but I have to get going. Think about spending some time at the House,” Uncle Davy smiled, “and don’t let me keep you from school. Only two more days, right?”

David confirmed, but I was deep in my thoughts, fully blown away at how easy being married to David has allowed me to cope with what should have been a horrific shattering of my life, made all the easier reveling in his embrace.

When Uncle Davy left, I did start to think about going back home, even if just to see the old place, and Joseph, one more time, just to make sure I could walk back into that place. I’m sure as long as David was with me, I would be able to walk into Hell itself without feeling the slightest discomfort. I bet I could even tolerate being in the same room as Nancy Patterson- No, no. There are some things not even David’s presence could not override, and if I see or hear from that bitch it will be too soon, even after a hundred years.

I took the moment David was seeing his father out to hike up my skirt again. Just because I was interrupted doesn’t mean the day’s plans were off. I’m a teenager, and I’m horny, so if I’m going to be a horny teenager I’m going to act like a horny teenager, dammit! “Embrace who you are,” I always say. OK, that is a lie. I have never said that before, but I decided to start saying that more often.

When I finished breakfast, I looked up to see David, looking at me, a worried frown on his face.

“What’s happened, Honey,” I asked, knowing I was not going to like the answer. I have never seen David look at me like that, so whatever it was must be bad.

“We won’t be walking to school today,” he said in a worrying monotone.


I walked towards the front door, but David grabbed me by the arm, and I could feel the tension surge into me from his touch. “Don’t,” he commanded me. This wasn’t like him. He never commanded me to do anything before. Well he has, but not like this. I pulled out of his grasp. My heart was trying to escape my chest. I walked to the door, worrying it was something to do with Nancy Patterson, the Demon Bitch.

I opened the door to the sound of camera shutters going wild with abandon. There was a whole gaggle of people on our lawn, and I knew in my heart of hearts one thing with absolute clarity; I hated being right.

Anonymous 18/01/03(Wed)11:04 No. 25275 ID: ab7de3

I might have to check this story more often, your updates are lighting fast.

The+Bard 18/01/04(Thu)03:31 No. 25276 ID: c14470

I try. Sadly I may be forced to take a few days off since I caught the kind of flu that is trying to drown me in the same stuff that they used on Nickelodeon back in the day. Apparently between sick and the medication I need to basic function my way just getting down the stairs in the morning makes for a really difficult time out of writing. Creative juices can not flow when nose juices are getting in the way. When you get caught up, wait a week and then I should be good to get my rapid fire writing back on track.

Le *sniff* Bard *ah-choo!*

Anonymous 18/01/05(Fri)18:36 No. 25280 ID: 3883df

you have done alot of work already. Rest well. Get better and take it easy.

The+Bard 18/01/06(Sat)07:10 No. 25281 ID: 87f34a

Must... Write... More... Chapter... (collapse into a snotty heap).

To be honest I am over the worst of this. I will get back to the writing grind soon. I am happy with where the story is going and I really like writing. I know my style is still being formed as I go along so I can sometimes be inconsistent, but it is almost fun going back to the beginning of the story and seeing how much I have improved since then. As long as you all enjoy the story and indulge my wobbly baby deer steps from time to time I will keep writing, and I will endeavor to do so at the same rate as before. This is my tutorial for writing, and I am loving every minute of it. Maybe someday I will be able to publish something. Who knows. All I know is I am having a lot of fun learning.

Next chapter on Monday at the latest. Sooner if my voice recovers enough to use Dragon, but I doubt it.

The+Bard 18/01/07(Sun)18:55 No. 25284 ID: 4fa26e

I walk over to the large cannon, light the fuse, and cover my ears. "Next Chapter, Fire!":


I yanked Mika back from the door, slamming it shut with my foot, and pulled her into a protective embrace. There was no question what was going on here, that bitch, Nancy, must have decided to let the cat out of the bag. I knew it in my bones, and I was sure as all hell that we would not be able to take our traditional walk to school.


The voice that could only belong to Mika’s friend, Rachel, rolled up and down the street like thunder. I poked my head into the window to see a sight that I, quite frankly, didn’t could endear Mika’s friend to me more, but there she was taking on the paparazzi, for us. She was shouting at a large balding man wearing a tan vest with far too many pockets and a camera with a lens far, far too long for the size of the whole package. She is poking him on his chest and while I can’t hear what she is saying, I know I would give anything to hear the scolding for myself, because whatever she is saying it seems to have put him on his back heel. Picture a girl no bigger than five-foot-four, weighing ninety-five pounds soaking wet, wearing a school uniform that pretty much is literally the schoolgirl-erotic-starter-set type with short pleated plaid skirt and a matching tie on her button down shirt, making a forty year old man taller than six feet and weighing more than five of her cower. The sight fills me with amusement and appreciation of Mika’s sense in friends.

Loyalty is a big thing in my book, and Rachel has just shown my wife far more loyalty than expected. I made a mental note to come up with a proper way to thank her for this. Her distraction was more than enough to give me an idea as to how Mika and I are going to get past them and to school.

“Mika, we can’t walk. We are going to have to take the car,” I tell her with a smile, more to keep her from worrying about what is going on outside.

“What are we going to do about Rachel?”

I think for a moment, “I think she will be fine, considering that she is scaring the daylights out of a group of grown men all on her own.” I guess my first martial arts teacher was right, size really doesn’t matter when you have the inner fight of pro-wrestler with nothing left to lose.

We entered the three car garage and I opened the passenger side door of my red classic muscle car that my dad and I fixed together, and that he gave me when I passed my driving test. I turned the car on, and the engine roared with the attitude of a really pissed off lion with a bad case of “fuck you” in it. I love this car, and this will be the first time we go to school in style.

I pulled out my sunglasses from the console, flicked them out and slide them on like an action movie star, and using the controls on the steering wheel, I selected the perfect song about a highway to a very hot place, and I turned to Mika, giving her a mischievous grin. She giggled at my dorky antics, and it was the sound of an angel, a sound I will never, ever get tired of. Not taking my eyes, shrouded behind polarized sunglasses, off of her, I use the controls to opened the garage door, and made the engine roar to make sure there was no one on the driveway.

With a squeal of tires, I shot out of the garage, down the driveway and into the street. I looked over to Rachel, and her grin told me that she got what I was doing. I nodded to her, letting her know I appreciate what she did for us, and with a pointed look at the balding paparazzi prick, I give him the center finger solute, and peel down the road before a single camera lens could be pointed at us.

Mika’s giggles of excitement flowed freely, and I take a moment to pat myself on the back, mentally. That was far more fun than I thought it would be, and I decided if those camera jerks want pictures of my wife, they can try to take it through the motion blur. I was not going to make it easy for them, and as I drove the few minutes to the school, my mind raced on how to solve the paparazzi problem we just found ourselves knee deep in.

“What are we going to do,” Mika asked, worry pushing her eyebrows together in a way that I seriously didn’t like. I hated Mika being anything other than happy, and right now she clearly was not happy. She was worried.

“I am thinking about that. Right now let’s just get through today, since we won’t need to worry about school after tomorrow.”

I knew there will probably be fallout from this, but right now we needed to get into the school. The headmaster would want to talk about this, I knew. I also knew that this day was inevitable the second Nancy came to my door, and I was prepared for it.

When I pulled down the long lane toward the school parking lot, I can see them, gathered around the front entrance, arguing with the Headmaster and the two gym teachers. I have never seen the Headmaster so furious. He was pointing at the exit lane and shouting so hard that his face was turning purple. I am definitely going to have to face this.

The sound of my muscle car catches the attention of the reporters and photographers, and I take a moment to think the only disgruntled thought I have ever thought about this fine machine. The Headmaster looked over at us, and I could see his relief. Maybe he wasn’t going to be that mad at us.

I pulled around to the back of the main building, and park next to where the gym teachers and coaches park. We had at least a minute to get into the building before the swarm descended on us. I turned off the car and grabbed Mika’s backpack.

“Mika, I need you to run to the door, now. I will be right behind you.”

She nodded and bolted out the door, and I quickly followed her, making sure to lock the doors and activated the alarm. With the car safe I turned to Mika, only to see her struggling to open the door. Oh, shit. It was locked.

“It’s locked!” Mika looked at me, not panicked. I could hear the reporters just around the corner of the building. Maybe they were only seconds away from seeing us, and possibly fifteen seconds before they surrounded us. I knew from how they were when my dad was accused of infidelity, reporters don’t give a shit about people, and I still held that grudge. They didn’t even care when they relentlessly harassed a fifteen year old boy, just trying to get to school at the time. There was no way Mika would be spared just because she was a fourteen year old girl. They wouldn’t care if she was twelve, because they didn’t when her father died. It was the main reason we went under the radar, and now I knew that decision was the right one. Too bad we caught the attention of Nancy Patterson, and too bad she has proved to be just as vile as I thought she would be.

I thought for a second, and decided if nothing else we could try the gym door, and if that didn’t work we would try for the front door. That was the plan at least. Maybe they abandoned the front when they saw us.

I grabbed Mika’s hand. “This way. The gym door.”

She didn’t hesitate. Her trust in me was humbling, and I decided never to betray that trust. I would get us out of this, one way or the other.

We ran around the side of the building just in time. I tried the first door, and it was locked. I pulled Mika down to the second set of gym doors when I heard them. “The door is locked, they must have gone around this way,” I heard a woman’s voice. Thankfully it wasn’t the bitch’s voice.

I pounded on the second set the doors in desperation. There would be no way we could make it around the other side without being spotted, and while I new I could make it with my long legs, Mika wouldn’t be able to outrun a gaggle of adults, not matter how good at field hockey she was. She was still only fourteen.

The door opened, and the dark, near black eyes of the school nurse, a by all accounts handsome man of Indian decent named Samar, and coincidentally the older stepbrother of Mika’s friend, Rachel. Her mother remarried Samar’s father, and apparently it was love at first sight. I don’t know all the details, and I haven’t heard anything from Rachel or Mika, and Samar liked to keep to himself but he has always been nice enough to me. In fact, I think I am the closest thing to a friend he has, since he is mostly standoffish with the rest of the staff. I just never bothered to bug him about it, but he did like to talk about Soccer, and he always sat with me in the teacher’s lounge during lunch.

“Oh, shit,” Samar exclaimed, “David! We didn’t think you would come in today.” He noticed Mika, and paled. “Sorry, my language,” he stammers.

“It’s fine,” I blurt as I dragged Mika inside the gymnasium, and quickly shut the door. I held up a finger over my lips, telling them to keep quiet.

Someone tries the door, and then the other one, finding them both locked. “Try around the other side,” a male voice called out from outside the door. They tried the next door, and then the next, and then finally the last set, and then there was silence.

Samar looked at us, with compassion I think, and then motions us to follow him. “We have been beating back the press all day now. You two need to hide for a bit. In the Nurse’s Office. You can keep the door locked, and then we can figure this out.”

I smiled. If there was any doubt that this guy was my friend, this settled it. He just wasn’t the type to be open about things.

“Thank you, Samar.” I followed him to the Nurse’s station. The white walls and pale green tile made the room look cold, and sterile. There were three beds covered in the fake plastic leather that squeaked when you sat on it, all in the same pale green as the tiles. There were four orange plastic chairs on the opposite wall, all with shiny metal legs and just low enough to the ground to be considered too low for a grown adult, and even slightly too low for a middle school student. My guess was that they didn’t want students to sit in here too long, or that the Board of Directors for the school just hated children, sick children especially so.

I led Mika to sit down on one of the orange plastic chairs. She looked up at me, tears in her eyes and a worried expression on her pale face. I hated seeing her like this, and I brushed my knuckles down her jaw line, and she leaned into my touch, closing her eyes to focus on the feel of my hand. When she opened her eyes again they were full of love, and my Mika was back. I loved this girl, more than anything in my whole life, and I would do anything to protect her, even if it cost me my job; even if it cost me my life.

Anonymous 18/01/09(Tue)16:04 No. 25287 ID: 3883df

welcome back~!

Anonymous 18/01/10(Wed)02:06 No. 25289 ID: 858b8c

I struggle with output more than anything else, care to share some of those techniques?

The+Bard 18/01/10(Wed)23:48 No. 25290 ID: 8ab234

Best thing to do with output is to first outline by scene. A scene is any interaction where a character tries to reach their goal and is stopped by an opposing force (usually another character). When you write scene by scene you will find it interesting because something is happening. Most of the time when you just don't feel like writing, it is because your protagonist is feeling way too damn comfortable.

Next, always write on a regular basis, 25 minutes every other day if you can manage it, or once a week, or every day. Whatever goal you set for yourself. You can never write less, but you can always write more. The only way through writers block is to brute force through it until you get to something you can't keep off the page no matter how hard you try.

And take a page out of the pulp writer's book, write plot, not literature. Let those broody motherfuckers who get literary awards from hipsters who take 10 years to write a 80,000 word novel worry about being "good". If you want output, you are looking for fun, so make your story fun to write.

And last, but not least: Outline, outline, outline. You need to know where your are going before you plot your way to get there. Even if you just use 3x5 note cards (like I do when I am brainstorming) figure out the plot before you write, and never be afraid to change things if you come up with a better idea, or lose something that just doesn't work.

Final Promise has so far been changed 17 times as I have been writing it. I just come up with better ideas and push forward with it. I mean I came up with Rachel's brother right before the blowjob scene. Nancy was supposed to be a side character and not the Antagonist until I started having too much fun writing her.

Just find the way you like to write (I use Dragon, until I do sex scenes, which I am much more comfortable using a keyboard for). I keep to the schedule (except for now, where I have some home issues to take care of by way of my spouse having injured themselves slipping on some ice running after the dog that declared war on all squirrels, which is why I haven't been able to get the next chapter started). I write plot. I force myself past writer's block by sheer force of will (and if I have to rewrite, I rewrite). I make an outline, and modify it at will. I write a story that is fun to write, so I never get bored.

Oh, and always write in the same place and don't do anything else in that spot. I have an arm chair that I always write in, on the same lap top that I use only for writing. I don't write in my office, or in my room, or anywhere else. Always the same place so I am not tempted to do anything else.

Anonymous 18/01/11(Thu)04:47 No. 25291 ID: 9413c5


Not the same anon you responded to but thank you for the wonderful story and wonderful writing advice.

The+Bard 18/01/14(Sun)02:15 No. 25293 ID: 8ab234

Next chapter will drop tomorrow. Been crazy at home but I am still going strong.

The+Bard 18/01/15(Mon)02:28 No. 25296 ID: 8ab234

Disclaimer; I am not political in any way (actually I am an apolitical extremist, I once ran out of a room screaming because there was a debate on what drinks we should order for the table, true story), but I could literally think of no other group that would go thermonuclear autistic over this, and Nancy is absolutely the type to pinpoint the exact group she would need to carry out her plans. If you don't like it please tell your friends to stop being so easily manipulated by "journalists" like Nancy. I mean for crying out loud, it isn't like we didn't see this coming, and it sure as hell isn't like we haven't seen shit like this recently, and I just couldn't come up with any other group that has the ability to fly into a frenzy at a moments notice, and that has the political clout to... Well, you'll see.

To the rest of you who understand why I chose that particular group and understand that my world is a bit alternate in the reality of how things are done (after reading the first chapter I think it was pretty clear) please sit back, relax, and enjoy Chapter... (looks it up)... 11? We are at 11 already? Damn:


I felt safe in his arms. My husband was all that I needed, and even sitting on those uncomfortable chairs in that awful room, I still wished that he would never let me go. I felt his breath on the top of my head, and the kiss that followed it, and my whole body turned to mush. I secretly wished that we never left the house. We could have spent the whole day in bed, loving each other, the rest of the world be damned.

“Mika, are you all right?”

I nodded, and squeezed my arms around him. Oh, I loved this man, so very much.

“I’m going to go find out what happened. I am sure that woman has something to do with this, but I need to-”

I stopped him with a sudden kiss, a desperate kiss. “I don’t want you to leave me, not now,” I begged him when I pulled my lips away from his, and he sighed.

“I need you to stay here where it’s safe. Mr. Bandi will look after you. I just need to talk with the Headmaster, and then we can figure out what’s going on.” He gave me a reassuring look, but I could see the fear and concern in his dark, beautiful eyes. I didn’t want him to go without me. A wife’s duty is to stand by her husband, and when he is in trouble even more so.

“No, David. We go together or we stay together,” I murmured, giving him a stern look. David sighed, but his nod let me know that he was giving in. “Besides,” I smirked at him, “it isn’t like Mr. Bandi would be able to stop me. His sister is my best friend, and I know she would give him hell if he did.”

Samar looked up from his desk and raised an eyebrow, then chuckled in the same way Rachel does when she found herself in a no-win scenario. “She has a point, Mr. Simmons. I think you’re on your own,” he said like he was amused by what I said. I knew he was, because we both knew that I was right; Rachel can be a force to be reckoned with.

“Fine,” David grumbled and then, turning to Samar, said, “Thank you for helping us.”

“No problem. Anything you need, just ask. I will do my best to help.”

Rachel’s brother was awesome sometimes.

We both got up and David, holding me with one arm around my shoulders, led me out of the Nurse’s Office and down the hallway, only for Rachel to run full force into us, almost knocking me to the ground if it wasn’t for David’s protective hold on me.

“Rachel!” I looked down and she was on the floor, skirt up and panties showing, and my hand shot up to David’s eyes. I only wanted him to look at my panties, dammit!

Rachel shook herself off and stood, and then I was tackled by the Rachel Cannon Hug Attack, or at least that is what I call it. “Oh my God, Mika! I was so worried!”

“I’m fine, Rachel!” I was so flustered after everything, I just couldn’t stop myself from yelling.

“Shh!” Rachel pressed her finger to her lips and gave me a withering glare. “You guys, seriously,” she hissed. She rounded on David. “How dare you drive off like that, I was so worried you would get into a wreak or something! Peeling out of there like that. Oh, I have half a mind to pummel you right now!”

David held up his hands defensively. “All right, all right. I’m sorry. I will never drive like that with Mika in the car again.”

“You better not, Mister. I’ve got my eye on you!”

Giggles escaped me before I could stop them, and my best friend and husband both looked at me with concern. I think they must have thought I was going insane, and I’m not so sure they were wrong. “Sorry,” I gasped in between the giggling laughter. When I calmed down I said, “It’s just so weird to see a student scolding a teacher.”

They smiled at me, and I really could feel the love they both had for me. They both wanted to keep me safe and it made me so… Happy.

“Oh! I almost forgot,” Rachel exclaimed. She pulled out a folded up set of papers that looked like they were printed off and were stapled together in haste. “I got this off of that paparazzi dork. I think you should see this.”

It was the printout of an on-line article. “America’s Princess Found Living As A Child Bride” plastered in bold text on the first page made my blood turn to ice. Oh no. “By: Nancy Patterson”, Oh that bitch!

I fumed! I raged! I could kill her, fear of confrontation be damned! I looked up at my husband, and I have never seen him so pale before, and it broke my heart. He looked down at me, and folded me into his arms. “I will protect you, always. You know that, right?”

“Yes,” I whispered, more in anger than in fear. She actually did it. She found a way to hurt him, and I would never, ever forgive her. If my dad was here…

Oh no. I tried to push the thought from my mind, but the tears flowed freely. This was the first time I had ever thought of my dad. David was all the comfort I needed, but now he was the one in trouble, and there was nothing I could do, but I knew if my dad was here, he would know what to do. He would help us. But then we wouldn’t have married, and I would still be an innocent girl, pining for her one true love from afar, worrying if he would find someone else, and I sobbed into his chest.

“Oh, Mika,” I heard Rachel say, as David’s arms squeezed me, and I felt protected, and terrified.

“Honey,” David murmured into my ear, “I have to take care of something. I want you to stay with Rachel. When I am done, we will go home. All right?”

I stared into his dark eyes, and they were so calming. My tears stopped, and I knew in my heart that David would not let anything bad happen to me. “Promise me,” I said.


“Promise me. Promise me you will be all right. Promise.”

He smiled. “I promise, I will be fine.”

I gave him a chaste kiss, and he pulled me in, pushing his lips deeper into mine, and I swooned. As he pulled back the euphoric fuzzy feeling his kisses ignited in me washed away, and I panicked. “David! School!”

He just gave me a sly smile. “I don’t think that is a problem anymore, since the cat is well and truly out of the bag, don’t you think?”

He was right, and I grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him into a deeper kiss, this time adding my tongue into the mix, only stopping when I heard Rachel gasp in surprise. I could feel the silly grin on her face. Oh, she could be such a pervert sometimes. I kissed David one last time. “Go do what you need to do. I will be waiting for you,” I whispered into his ear. He gave me that smile that told me everything was going to be all right, but as he turned to go, his mask slipped a little bit, and I could see the worry. Before I could say anything, he was off and on his way to the Headmaster’s office, and I felt the uneasy fear that I felt when he was off on his “date” with the bitch.

“Mika,” Rachel asked, and I could hear the worry in her voice. When I turned to her, she was mirroring the worry that was etched all over my face.

“Come,” I said, “Let’s go back to your brother. I want to see this article for myself.”

“Are you-”

“Yes,” I snapped, but then I softened. I should not have lashed out at Rachel. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, Mika,” she said, and it was clear she didn’t take it personally. Oh, Rachel. I didn’t deserve such a good friend like her.

We walked back into the Nurse’s office, and I sat down on one of the beds, and Rachel took a seat next to me. I took the article and held it up so I could read it easier.

“It has come to the attention of this reporter that the long lost Attaco heiress, Mikayla Attaco, has been in hiding from the public for reasons other than grief, which was long assumed. It turns out that she has been living in Patriarchal sin, married to the son of her father’s friend and long time business partner, David Simmons Jr. Every good feminist should be outraged, because in this current year it turns out that there are still people who will stoop to arranging marriages to child brides. Not even obscene wealth should allow for such crimes against womanhood, and yet our elected officials in congress, many of whom can trace their campaign funding to the late Antonio Attaco, pushed through a special dispensation so that this young, innocent girl could be sold off like cattle.
‘It is disturbing to hear that in 2017 they are still arranging political marriages between children and older men. This isn’t Tudor England! This is the current year!’ says Anette Fulca, President of the Wymyn’s Netwryk.

I couldn’t read anymore. There was bile in my throat. How dare that vile bitch troll! This was my choice! I knew what she was doing. In my grade there was this girl in debate class who would always try to win by appealing to the audience, trying to drum them up with emotional arguments, no matter how many times the teacher told her it was invalid. Here was the bitch, trying to set her readers into a frenzy, all because my loyal and wonderful husband stayed faithful to me.

“Ms. Attaco?” Samar was standing before me, and in his hand was a steaming cup, and there was the tag of a premium bag of Earl Grey tea hanging over the lip. I took it.

“Thank you, Mr. Bandi,” I mumbled.

“Not a problem,” he said with a weak smile.

I wondered what David was up to. He was talking to the Headmaster, that I knew, but what about? I took a sip of the wonderful tea. It was sweet. Samar must have put a little bit of honey in the cup before he put the hot water in. It made me feel calmer. Less worried. Who cared what Nancy the Bitch wrote. It wouldn’t change anything. All that would happen is that people would get pissed, make a hash tag, and then forget all about it like they do with anything. All we had to do was keep our heads down and it would all blow over anyway.

Ice clenched my heart. Oh no, I remembered what the Headmaster said to us at the start of the year. “Just as long as you don’t embarrass the school…”

No! I knew what David was doing. I bolted up, the tea spilling all over the floor.

“Mika!” Rachel looked shocked at my sudden explosion of movement. I was out the door before anyone could stop me. I had to get to the Headmaster’s office before David could give the Headmaster his letter. I remember seeing it once, when he was writing it, but he told me that he would probably never have to use it. It was just in case. Well it was now the case, and I wouldn’t, couldn’t, let him hand it in. I couldn’t let him ruin his career. I had to make it in time. I flew past classrooms, and the library, almost knocking over Mrs. Wilker, the elderly librarian. She yelled out something about not running in the halls, but I was out of hearing before she even had a chance to start a lecture. David was going to hand in his letter of resignation, and as far as I was concerned this was never going to happen. Not if I could help it.

The+Bard 18/01/16(Tue)19:41 No. 25298 ID: 8ab234

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I stood outside the Headmaster’s office. His secretary, Mrs. Kelly, gave me a sideways glance, and I can feel a coldness from her that I have never felt from her before. She is a middle age brunette with too much makeup, but I always found her friendly enough. Not anymore, it seemed. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

“The Headmaster isn’t back yet, Simmons,” Mrs. Kelly sniped at me.

She must have heard about my relationship, and clearly she didn’t approve. Oh, well. Not everybody would, and I accepted that. My dad always told me, “you can’t please everybody”, and it’s true. I was not going to let the ice cold glare that I was getting from Mrs. Kelly get to me. It wasn’t hard to do. I really just didn’t care. I only cared about Mika at that moment, and it was for her future that I was going to hand in my letter of resignation. I would give up my teaching career for her.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I turned around, and standing there was the Headmaster, looking exhausted. I suddenly felt very guilty. He sure as hell didn’t deserve this, especially after all he had done for me, and Mika.

I remembered the first day Mika transfered to the school. The Headmaster looked over a copy of our Marriage Certificate and a copy of the special dispensation, and then looked up at us, sitting next to each other in the hard wooden chairs. He always had a stern expression, and I remember that I felt like a errant child, one of his students who had misbehaved. His eyes were like daggers that pierced me, and I felt like he could read my mind.

“So you two are married?”

I blinked, not fully believing that the man who, until that point, was a statue sitting at his desk. “Yes, sir,” I murmured.

“I see…”

“Um…” Mika piped up, but was silenced when the Headmaster’s eyes descended down on her.

“Yes, Mrs. Simmons? You have something to add?”

“Sir, I know this is… Unorthodox.”

I almost caught a smile on the Headmaster’s mouth, but just almost. “That is an impressive word for someone so young,” he commented.

“I like to read book.” Mika looked like a cherry with an ember colored whig on.

“I see…” This must have been a catch phrase of his.

“Sir,” I began, “If you want, I will resign. This would create a conflict of interest and I don’t want to burden you or this school with our situation. Mika’s schooling is more important than my career.”

They both looked at me, Mika in horror, and the Headmaster with that impassive glare that gave nothing away. “You would give up your career,” he asked, deadpan.

“Yes, sir. It is a husband’s duty to put his wife’s needs before his own,” I stated as a matter of fact.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, and it startled me. I had never seen any overt emotion from the Headmaster, so even a small motion like that caught me in shock, but as soon as it happened, he went right back to his impassive glare. “Mr. Simmons, I am surprised that someone so young, as yourself, could be capable of such wisdom.”

I made to speak but he held up his hand.

“I wasn’t finished. I do find your relationship very unorthodox, to steal a phrase from Mrs. Simmons, but I have no interest or need of your resignation. As far as I can tell, your marriage is completely legal. But I must stress that my first concern is that of the school. I must ask you, while you both are here, to keep the nature of your relationship to yourselves. I do not want any embarrassment to come to this institution, so I expect you both to keep that in mind and act accordingly.”

I stood up. “Thank you, sir. This means the world to us.”

A genuine smile crossed his face. “Mr. Simmons, you have been a fine teacher for the past few months, and I am not one to waste such talent. I only ask that decorum be maintained.”

“Yes, sir.”

He turned to Mika. “Oh, and one last thing. I would ask that you please use your maiden name while at the school, just for the time you are a student of Mr. Simmons. I will not require it when you move on to the High School. I do hope that is not a burden for you.”

“No, sir. I can do that,” Mika exclaimed. She stood up and when he went to shake her hand, she gave him a big, Mika patented hug. He looked shocked at the time, and admitted to me later that it was the first time he had ever been hugged by a student, but ever since then he always treated us with an avuncular demeanor.

Mrs. Kelly gave an annoyed cough that brought me back to the Headmaster standing before me. He motioned to his office door without a word, and I followed.

The Headmaster’s office was sparsely decorated, with a large, dark wood desk, and several diplomas that showed his credentials. A few pictures of himself and a blond-haired woman, and three younger adults that I assumed were his children, two boys and a girl, hung on the wall just behind the plain leather chair. The Headmaster took a seat and motioned me to sit, not on one of the two uncomfortable chairs, but on a green sofa that sat right under the window. I could see out to the parking lot, and there was a group of photographers and reporters packing their equipment away. At least when Mika and I would leave there would be no need to run.

“Mr. Simmons, is there a reason you are here?” The Headmaster’s question brought me back into the office, and I sat on the sofa. It was surprisingly comfortable compared to the rest of the room, which was very stiff in comparison.

“Sir, I want to apologize for the embarrassment I have brought to the school.”

“Embarrassment?” He raised an eyebrow, but his expression was unreadable, as always.

“Yes, sir.”

“I see.”

I stood up and pulled the letter from my pocket. “This is my letter of resignation, sir. I would like to ask that you please allow Mrs. Simmons to continue here as a student.”

The Headmaster ran his hand through his salt and pepper hair, and then stood up. “Mr. Simmons, you are a fantastic teacher, and a valued member of our teaching staff. If this is what you want, I will accept your resignation, but I am unaware of you bringing any embarrassment to the school.”

I was dumbstruck. “Sir?”

“As far as I can tell, and please enlighten me if I am wrong, but you have not overstepped decorum. As far as I can tell, this situation is unrelated to any behavior done at this school.”

My mind went to the episode in the class room, but I did not want to bring that up. “Sir, we may not have overstepped our bounds, but I am sure that given the nature of this situation it may not matter. I am sure that many of the staff and students would object, and I am sure that many parents would not be comfortable with me teaching their children.”

He nodded, “I see your point, Mr. Simmons. I will accept your resignation, even though I can’t help but think that the school is losing a-”

The door burst open, and Mika flew into the room, followed by a sputtering Mrs. Kelly. “Ms. Attaco, please!”

“Headmaster, please!” Mika shouted in a desperate plea. “Don’t make my husband quit. He did nothing wrong. It’s all my fault, Sir!”

I couldn’t believe it. Here she was, trying to save my job. “Mika-”

“David, stop it,” she gave me a look that told me to sit down and let her say her piece. “Sir, please,” she turned back to the Headmaster, “don’t punish my husband for my mistake. I brought this on us. I antagonized the reporter, this isn’t David’s… I mean, Mr. Simmons’s fault. Please, I will leave the school.”

“You would sacrifice your place in this school?” The Headmaster raised an eyebrow again, and I could feel the tension in the room.

“Yes, sir. I would gladly,” she said.

“Mika-” I didn’t know what to feel at that moment. My head and heart were a jumble of radical thoughts and emotions, not a single one coming to the fore.

“Mrs. Simmons, I am not inclined to punish either of you for what is not your fault.” He stood up. “However, Mr. Simmons has handed in his resignation, and gave me a very compelling reason as to why I should accept it, which I will.”

“No!” Mika’s eyes were pricked with tears.

“Mrs. Simmons, I will not be throwing you out of the school, but I think that you need to have a conversation with your husband, and perhaps you will understand. Please, wait outside.”


“Please,” he said, and it was not a request. Mika nodded, and then turned around and walked out of the room. I stood up myself to follow her. “Mr. Simmons?” I turned to the Headmaster. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded. “Yes. It is my duty, as her husband.”

Anonymous 18/01/18(Thu)13:11 No. 25300 ID: 9b2c16

I'm a bit behind on the reading. I had a few days of harsh work. But man leave that reporter in shallow water and tall grass to drown. Also are we going to see a 3 some with Mika's best friend? I'd like to see that. Anyhow. Awesome writing like always.

Anonymous 18/01/19(Fri)03:27 No. 25303 ID: 138c81

What is David going to do with all of his free time?

Anonymous 18/01/21(Sun)03:21 No. 25306 ID: 4fedd1

Original anon-noob here. Thank you very much, and also enjoying the story lots (even the non-smut bits, imagine that). Keep up the good work!

The+Bard 18/01/21(Sun)05:29 No. 25307 ID: 8ab234

Rachel has her own thing going on, which will be revealed in a steamy chapter down the line, and doing a threesome scene would make all the relationships messy, and not in the fun way. But if you want some kinky shit, it's on the way, and I do hope it will be a welcome alternative.

What do you think! (eyebrow raise)

Thank you for enjoying! It is really makes me humble that I have gotten such a good response to the story. You all have been very forgiving to my climbing the learning curve in more or less real time, and you enjoying the story is reason enough for me to keep writing. Working on the next chapter, look for it on Monday!

Anonymous 18/01/21(Sun)22:01 No. 25308 ID: 3883df

Im sure that w/e you have in store for us will be fun. Well I really loved the "school incident" under the table. Hope we see something like that again!

The+Bard 18/01/22(Mon)03:20 No. 25309 ID: 4dcb2c

Finished a little early. Don't worry, steamy chapter is coming up next. Look for it in a few days.


The engine roared as David pulled out of the school parking lot. I couldn’t believe it, he really quit, and it was all my fault. My heart sank every time I looked at his beautiful face. He was trying to portray a calm demeanor, but I could see the tension in his jaw. It was painful to see him like this, and all because I couldn’t keep my desires in check. Those pictures, and that horrible woman, the bitch, if she never had those we wouldn’t be in this position. I hated her, more than I ever thought possible, and yet at the same time I hated myself just as much, and David was the one suffering because of my foolishness. I read in a book one time that we hurt the ones we love the most. It was true, and I was living proof.


There was no answer, only the tenseness of his jaw and the mask he wore. Tears threatened to come to the surface, but I swallowed them back down. I would not be that girl, who fucked up the life of the man she loved, only to be forgiven just because she put on a little waterworks show. No, I would not do that.

“David?” I asked, a little louder. I just wanted him to look at me, to show me his eyes. I could always tell how he felt just by his eyes. I needed to know if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.

He kept his eyes forward, deep inside his own head, and far, far away from me. The warmth that I always felt around him was all gone, and I felt cold. I hunkered down into my seat, pulling the jacket of my uniform tighter around my shoulders. Maybe when we were back home, and I could cook him something, maybe then we could talk this out. I thought about what we had in the fridge. We still had some ground beef and some pork sausage, but I would have to make some more pasta. Did we have any more tomato sauce? Probably in the pantry. I decided I would make him some lasagna. Shit, did we have ricotta? I couldn’t remember.

Before I knew it, we were pulling up to our house, and the swarm had grown. Now there were at least three vans with those big satellite dishes on them, and the station numbers plastered all over them. Men and women with microphones and cameras all surrounded our house, all waiting like hungry wolves, and I couldn’t help but feel like a wounded lamb.

“Shit!” David swore, and with a quick series of motions he dropped a gear on the car and peeled a u-turn, forcing me into the seat as he accelerated in a white cloud of tire smoke.

“David!” I cried out, and finally he looked at me, and his eyes were full of fear, and anger, but there was a spark of love in there as his gaze met mine, and I knew he held me blameless. Oh, this wonderful, beautiful man. How the heck did he not hate me after all the trouble I had caused him, I will never know. I only knew I didn’t deserve this man who was my husband.

“We can’t go back home,” he stated calmly, but I could hear the forced nature of it, “but I have an idea where we can go.”


“You will see.”

I hated when someone said that. “You will see.” Ugh! Now that I knew he wasn’t mad at me, although he should, I was mad at him! Let me let you in on a little girl secret, we don’t like waiting. Ever. For anything.

“You can just tell me now.” I huffed at him.

“But then it wouldn’t be a surprise.” He gave me a beaming smile and my heart melted, and my panties too. Oh, he did have a wonderful effect on me, and thankfully it was a genuine smile.

“If you tell me, I’ll still act surprised,” I said, returning his smile, and fully aware that I was quoting my favorite movie ever.

He turned onto the Interstate, and the car accelerated so fast that I felt my face stretch as I was pushed into the seat. I couldn’t stop the excited giggle that escaped from me.

“I love that sound,” David chuckled.

“Mr. Simmons, don’t you dare try to change the subject!”

“Mrs. Simmons, I am not going to tell you where we are going until we get there.”

I crossed my arms, but there was no hiding my smile. I faked a huff and rolled my eyes. Our troubles seemed to melt away, and for some reason I thought that this banter was… Normal. For the first time since ever, I felt like this was how our marriage would be once the chaos was all over. Then I got an idea.

“This uniform is so hot,” I exclaimed, as I undid the top two buttons, exposing my cleavage, barely hiding the pink bra that was already a bit too small, but it did make the girls pop out a little bit. When do boobs stop growing, anyway?

I could feel David’s gaze on me, and it only made me more bold. I grabbed my shirt and fanned myself, giving David a glimpse at what could be his for the low, low price of information. Okay, I was already his and all he had to do was tell me to strip and I would have torn off my clothes like an Amazonian Sex Machine (I made a mental note to trademark that), but I hoped that he didn’t know that.

“Mika, what are you doing?”

“Oh, just trying to get a little more comfortable, Husband of mine.” I gave him the most innocent look that I could muster.

“I’m not telling you.”

I placed my finger on my exposed knee and slowly slid it up to my skirt. “I know. I am just trying to get comfortable.” My finger slid my skirt slowly up my thigh, and I could see the temptation in his eyes.

“Mika, I’m driving, and you are distracting me.”

“How would I be distracting you?”

“You know how, so stop it or we will get into a crash.”

I grinned at him. “Or you could tell me where we are going and all this would stop.”

He grinned back at me, and without a word he cranked the cold air on and on full blast. The ice cold air hit me and I suddenly decided that it would probably be best for me to keep my clothes on. “Cheater!”

He laughed. “You never said I had to play fair.”

I huffed in a pout, but the atmosphere around us was finally playful for the first time since we headed out from home, and I couldn’t be happier, considering the circumstances.

After a while David turned us off the highway and took us down some winding roads, and I couldn’t help but feel like I have seen them before. Then it dawned on me where we were going.

“You’re taking us to my old home!”

He smirked at me. “Well, we did have an invitation. Also, we won’t have to deal with reporters while there, and we can figure out what we will do next.”

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “I don’t care where we go, as long as I am there with you.” I know, sappy, but you made it this long and if you didn’t know by now I am made of pure sweetness when it comes to my husband you clearly haven’t been paying attention.

I felt a sudden turn in the mood, and looked over to David, who was glancing up at the rear view mirror. “David-”

“We are being followed.”

I looked back and he was right, we were being followed by two guys on a motorcycle, and one of them had a camera. Oh. My. God! Can’t we get a fucking break?! This is way too action film for me.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, and I was sure that David picked up on the worry in my voice, because he dropped a gear and accelerated. The motorcycle sped up and was easily keeping pace with us. “David!”

“It’s all right, we won’t be able to outrun a bike, but I am not going to make it easy for them.” David had that determined look that he got when he used to do tournaments, and I felt a pang of pity for the poor fools on the bike. David hit the curves, sometimes sliding the back end of the car out, and I caught the motorcycle in the side mirror dipping over to match us in the turns. I knew the turn to the road that led up to my old home was coming up soon, but David only sped up. I could see our speed was over 90 mph, and I clutched onto my seat.

“Hold on!” David hissed.

“Tell that to the losers on the bike,” I thought to myself.

David turned the wheel and pulled on the hand break and my hair whipped over my face, covering me in a blindfold of red hair, and when the turn ended we were on my old road, shooting back up to bat-out-of-hell speeds. I looked out of the back, just in time to see two bodies fly off the motorcycle as they tried, and failed, to match our turn, causing it to turn over in the other direction and launching the riders into the trees. There is no way they would be able to catch up now.

“Lost them!” David cried in triumph. “I love this car!”

“Oh, you love the car? Should I be jealous?” I couldn’t hide my amusement to even pretend to be serious.

“You know you love the car.”

“I’m not into cars, Dear, but I am willing to change my mind if you make it worth my while.”

He gaped at me like I just said a dirty word. “The driving like a Formula One racer isn’t enough?”

I shook my head, “Nope, but I’m sure if you took me on the hood I would find a way to become a car fan!”

“Oh, Mrs. Simmons, you are a carnal creature.” He looked pointedly at me, but I could see the humor and at least one or two ideas floating around there, behind his eyes.

“You know it, Dear.”

David looked up, “Here we are.”

We pulled up to a large gate, with a large, ornate bronze “A” on the front. After punching in the code for the gate, we drove up the driveway and over a small hill, flanked by heavy woods on either side, and finally there it was, my old home, exactly how I remembered it. It was a big place, over fifty rooms and a large garden to right side and two tennis courts to the left, surrounded by a large hedge so that only the opening was visible.

The driveway curved up to the front door, and was covered by a balcony that I remember playing on when I waited for my dad to come home from trips or work meetings. I wondered if the loose tile was still there, hiding my treasure.

As David pulled up, I saw a tall, bald man waiting for us at the front door, and I instantly recognized the kind features of Joseph, my Dad’s butler, or was he now my butler. A small pang of guilt hit me, and I knew that I left him alone in this big house while I ran from my pain and into my Husband’s arms, while Joseph had to tend to the house all alone.

Before the car came to a full stop I was out the door and gave Joseph as big a hug as I could. Tears streamed down my face and I sobbed into his charcoal gray suit, and the crying only got worse when he returned my hug with one of his own. I felt the kind old hands of the man who taught me how to read, and write, and cook, and told me stories about princesses and dragons, pat my head.

“There, there, Mrs. Simmons. Welcome home.”

The+Bard 18/01/24(Wed)02:03 No. 25314 ID: 8ab234

I have some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that the next chapter is going to drop tomorrow and it is going to be huge. Easily the longest chapter I have written so far, and it is full of hot steamy (literally) goodness.

The bad news is that thanks so some absolutely horrible parenting decisions (I took my daughter to dance class during flu season and she is pre-K so all the girls were sick and had zero germ prevention skills) I have come down with what we shall call Snotvomit Disease, so I am going to take a few days off to try and beat the chicken soup eating record, drink more water than thought humanly possible and drug myself up to my eyeballs in medications in all the Christmas colors available.

Don't worry, I will post update so you know I didn't die, since that is apparently a thing with this flu, but I did get the vaccine and I have been taking all the vitamins and things so it shouldn't be so bad for me.

Get ready for a chapter full of hot and wet action!

The+Bard 18/01/24(Wed)19:09 No. 25315 ID: 8ab234

I climbed to the controls, dripping with snot and sweat. The big red button labeled "Launch Next Chapter" just out of reach. I thought about giving up, giving in, but no. My readers needed me. They needed this. With a final lunge I slapped the big red button, and as the fever of the flu led me down the dark corridor to a dreamless, Nyquil influenced sleep, my last thought as I watched the next chapter launch into the internets, was "Motherfuckin' T-Rex Baby!" (Hey, fevers do strange things to my brain thing.):


I don’t know how long I cried, maybe a few second, or minutes, or a week, but eventually my sobs ran out and all that was left were sniffs. I felt like the weight of a thousand worries were lifted off my chest, and there were arms around me, Joseph’s arms, just like when I scraped my knee the first time I tried to ride a bike, or the time I broke my toe after my first field hockey game. Where as I felt safe and loved in David’s arms, Joseph was different. He was the second parent in my life, and was always there for me when Dad was working in the office, or away on a business trip. Now it felt like everything was going to be all right. I had my husband and I had Joseph around me. There was nothing that could hurt me anymore.

“Mrs. Simmons, have you eaten?” Joseph asked, and I couldn’t help my snort. He always wanted to know if I ate. It was his go to greeting, and it made me feel like I was home after a long journey.

“I didn’t, is there anything to eat?”

“I will have lunch ready in an hour, Mrs. Simmons.”

I pull back and frown up at him. “Please, call me what you always call me. It sounds weird, you calling me Mrs. Simmons.”

“Very well, Little Miss.” Ah, that was so much better. Joseph always had a kind smile on his face, like what you would picture an old world toymaker to have.

“Mr. Simmons, would Chicken Alfredo do for you?”

“Yes, Joseph. That would be fantastic.” David replied.

“Very good, Sir.” Joseph helped me up. “Did you bring any luggage?”

“No. We had to make this trip on short notice.”

Joseph and David shook hands, and then we were led into the home that I grew up in. It was exactly how I remembered it, the smells, like an old coat, comfortable and warm. The only thing missing from the place that I remember the last time I was here was all the funeral flowers were all gone. If I didn’t know better I would expect my dad to walk down the grand staircase and lift me up into the air, but I knew that it wouldn’t happen. Not anymore. I looked over to David, and the dad in my mind became my husband, lifting a dark haired little boy into the air. Oh, that would be the best sight, but not yet. Someday. Fatherhood would suit him I think.

No! Not yet! Hell, my mind can really wander sometimes. Still, I looked forward to many wonderful experiences with my husband, and that is one I looked forward to with glee.

“I will get dinner started,” Joseph called, “So why don’t you two go and relax by the pool. It is nice and warm out there, and I will have Mrs. Charlotte fetch you some lemonade.”

“Thank you, Joseph.” I beamed at him.

“Very good. Everything is where you left it.” With that, Joseph was off to the kitchen and David was following me up the stairs to my room.

My door didn’t change since I was six. It had cut out paper hearts, stars and a nameplate shaped like a unicorn with “Mika” written in recessed pink letters. The dark wood of the door make the contrasting bright colors of the decorations easy to spot from down the wide, blue carpeted hallway. When we reached the door I had an idea.


“You can’t come in!” Mika suddenly whirled around and pushed me back from her door.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re a boy! Boys are not allowed in a girl’s room!” She gave me a scowl that told me she was serious.

“I’m your husband, Mika. We sleep in the same room at home, and I’m not going to judge the decor, and I am almost certain that it isn’t messy.” I couldn’t help the grin on my face, even though I was trying really hard to look offended.



“No! Not even you!” She stamped her foot and made it clear she wasn’t going to budge.

“Fine, I will stay in the guest room.” I threw my hands up, and she grinned at me. Oh, I knew she had something planned. I rolled my eyes and she stuck out her tongue. It was moments like these that it really hit me how young she was. It was really easy to forget when she acted so mature, doing all the housework and all the cooking, but she really was only fourteen after all. My fourteen year old wife…

Before I could say anything she was into her room and the door was closed with a slam, and I was left to find the guest room that I was going to be staying in. My favorite was the room that overlooked the gardens, if only because you could see the flowers blooming in the early summer sun, and in winter there was a pond in the back that we used to ice skate on. I remembered the one time I tried to teach Mika to skate when she was five. She hung onto my hand so tight that she cut off the circulation to my fingers. She also fell and twisted her ankle, and I had to carry her back into the house, and I got scolded by my dad for not taking better care of her. Then there was the time that I found her crying in the garden when she was seven. She was being bullied by a boy in her private school, and I remembered the rage.

It was the reason I got into martial arts was to curb that rage of mine. For some reason I had a lot of anger in my elementary school days, and my father’s solution was to put me into tournaments to let me blow off some steam, and it worked. I only lost two tournaments, my first two. I never wanted Mika to know of my anger issues, so I worked hard to hide it. Even now, I used my Karate classes to focus that anger, and to be honest, Mika’s smile had a profound effect in calming me down. It was almost like that part of me was incapable of coming out in her presence, and I never wanted to see the look in her eyes the day she saw that monster in me.

“Mr. Simmons, can I help you?” Mrs. Charlotte appeared behind me and I almost jumped out my my skin and into orbit. I bet that would give some astronauts a heart attack, I mean, she near gave me one.

“Oh! Uh-Yeah! I was just looking for a room. And a swimsuit. Because we were going to the pool.” I stammered like a moron, but all Mrs. Charlotte did was smile at me. Mrs. Charlotte was a middle aged woman, with blond hair that she kept in a tight bun in the back. She always had a pleasant look about her, even though I always on my best behavior around her, because even though she was always sweet, I couldn’t help but feel like this woman would break me in half with her pinkie if I so much as uttered a single syllable of a swear word in front of her.

“This way, Sir.”

She led me into my favorite guest room, and told me to settle in while she fetched me a pair of swim trunks. It was only a minute or two and she was back with a pair that I must have brought with me one time, since it fit me perfectly, then she left me to change.

After I was changed I made my way down to the pool. It was massive, the size and shape of a small lake, with a fake rock mountain on one side that was at least as tall at the second story, and had a meandering water slide that started at the peak and winded its way down, ending in the deeper end of the pool. There were also some waterfalls, the biggest one hiding a cave that I knew had a hot tub inside. Mika and I used to play hide and seek and it was my favorite place to hide because she would never think that anyone could hide in the hot water. She eventually figured me out but it took her a few years, around the time she started to like relaxing in the hot tub. I think it was also around the time she started doing field hockey.

I heard the sound of flip flops behind me, and I turned to see Mika. Holy shit! She was wearing a bikini, and while it wasn’t too small to be dirty, it sure showed off all her good sides. It was red with blue stripes, and pressed her breasts together in just the right way, showing off her ample cleavage. The bottoms did cover her but the material was thin enough that it was clear any water would make it cling to her skin and leave very little to the imagination.


“So what?” I replied, still floored at how stunning she was with her bathing suit and how it only enhanced her hour glass figure into something so much more alluring.

She did a spin, and holy fuck! It was a thong!

“What do you think? Like it?”

All that I could think now was that for some reason the swim trunks I had on were feeling a little too tight right now. I instinctively held the towel in front of me. “I think I like it a little too much.”

She beamed at me, and suddenly bolted into the water with a big splash. I decided to join her, since I could easily hide the stiff erection I was sporting. As I slipped into the water from the side of the pool, Mika swam up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, and suddenly I was under the water.

I broke out of the water and she was laughing, and I decided that I was a big proponent of revenge at the moment. I had perfected the art of the targeted splash, and my shot ran true, hitting Mika right in the face.

“Y-you!” She sputtered, “You splashed me!”

“Yup.” I grinned. “I’m not even sorry.”

Her eyes lit up, and I could see that my future was going to be one of endless torture. “Bring it on, babe!”

After a few minutes of a most epic watery battle between the forced of good (me), and pure girl levels of evil, I finally caught her and after applying a full tickle torture attack, threw her into the air, and she splashed down, leaving behind evidence of my victory, two triangular patched of cloth connected by a string.

Mika popped back up from the bottom, with only her arm keeping her modesty in check.

“You dick!” She shouted in between her giggles, and she grabbed the fallen top. “Turn around.”

I didn’t. “Why? Not like I haven’t seen them before.”

“That’s not the point.” She glared at me. I just smiled in return.

“I’m going to the hot tub.” I announced, and swam over to the large waterfall. Inside was a set of stairs that I climbed, and walked over to the recessed pool of hot water, and it felt magnificent. There was a hole in the top where I could see the blue sky above, and it was surrounded by plants so that it gave off the illusion of a tropical hideaway.

Mika soon stepped out of the pool and joined me, her top now firmly tied on.

“You know, you could have waited for me.” She pouted.

“I was just giving you some privacy.”

“Oh, what a gentleman you are.” She was dripping with sarcasm.

“Mrs. Simmons, you wound me!” I couldn’t hide the shit eating grin on my face.

She rolled her eyes at me, and the urge to quote Christian Grey wasn’t easy to suppress, but Mika hated that book, so I held my tongue. After all, seeing a fourteen year old with a perfect body, and a libido that would put almost any man in a world of trouble if he tried to match it, made me not want to ruin it with a smart comment. After all, I liked the trouble I could get into with her.

She slipped into the hot water with a groan of pleasure, and it sent the sound right to my cock, already stiff after watching her prance around in a bikini that fit her a little too well.

“Why don’t you come and sit by me?” I said, patting the water next to me.

She smiled, and it was a radiant smile that melted through me to my core, and she glided in the water over to me, and straddled me. Her lips met mine in a kiss that spoke her desire more than words ever could. She wanted me, really wanted me. I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her into me. Her arms reached up and grabbed my hair, dragging my kiss deeper as she pushed her tongue into my mouth, and I pushed back, eventually pushing my way into her mouth and tasting the sweet flavor of Mika. My head swam in lust and the hot water wasn’t helping.

I pulled back, and we were both panting like we ran a mile full sprint. My hands were on the knot that kept her top on. Try as I might, my love drunk brain just couldn’t get around the string puzzle before me. Mika giggled, and reaching back easily undid the knot, and slipped out of her top, exposing her breasts, and I just couldn’t help myself. I popped her right nipple into my mouth and sucked while my hand found, and lightly pinched, her left nipple.

“Oh! God! David!” She moaned out. Her hips began to grind on me, and my erection became like granite. I could have fucked my way to the core of the Earth, but I was much more interested in Mika’s core at that moment.

Her hands were back in my hair, playing and kneading as she gasped and moaned, and I wondered if I could make her come just by playing with her tits, but she pulled me up to her lips, and they were cool from her panting, but her mouth was red hot. It was a very arousing contrast.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge of the hot tub, and she clamped her knees tight, seemingly knowing was my intentions were.

“Oh, no baby. I am going to take you how I want you.” I said. I wanted her, and I had a plan.

She smiled, and her eyes were dilated with need. I pushed her legs apart, and she only put up a token resistance before spreading wide before me, her lips in full view, being clung to by the thin fabric of her bikini bottom. I pulled the fabric to the side, and I could see her glistening wetness that was absolutely not from the hot water. I leaned in and ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit, across her opening, and right up to her clitoris, and felt a satisfaction in hearing the cry of pleasure escape from her.

My tongue moved around like on autopilot as I reveled in her moans, feeling all around her clitoral hood, and circling the small, but swollen hard bean. I circled her opening with my finger, and then I slowly pushed it into her, feeling the top of her vaginal wall, and I felt the rough patch of nerves. I teased it while I devoured her pussy with my tongue, and I could feel her starting to tighten around my finger as her moans became sharp and high pitched.

“David!” She cried out in a thunderous orgasm. I had to move my head back quick before her legs trapped it in a death grip, as she shuddered in release.

I dragged off my trunks, exposing my cock, and untied the side strings that kept her bikini on, and I peeled off the fabric that was clinging to her sex. I threw it to the side of hot tub where it hit the floor with a splat. I looked at her, still trembling with orgasmic shudders, and I moved up to her. She opened her legs for me without opening her eyes, like she was sensing me. I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, and with a quick thrust I was in her, and she opened her eyes with shock, and just as quickly she clenched onto my hard erection with another shuddering orgasm. I mentally ticked off another orgasm on the score card.

When she relaxed again I began to move, feeling every warm, wet inch of her. I was already close as I watched her breasts bounce with my thrusts.

“Oh! David, fuck me hard. Please.” She begged, and I was only too happy to oblige. I slammed my cock deep into her, and she began to moan again as I hit deep, all the way to her womb. The slapping sound of my balls just heightened the erotic feeling, and I could start to feel the pressure build.

Mika grabbed around my neck and pulled me suddenly down into a deep kiss, and I began to buck into her with everything I had. Her moans and cries were muffled as she let them out into my mouth, and I could feel her walls tighten around me, pulling me in as I tried to move away, and accepting me back in hungrily. With one sharp cry she detonated around me, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me into her as far as I could go. It set me off and I released my own orgasm inside her, pumping hot cum into her beet red pussy. My mind was swimming in post coital drunkenness as I collapsed onto her in exhaustion. The last thing I remembered was the light kisses she placed on the side of my mouth, and I fell asleep in her embrace on the side of the hot tub.

My God, I loved my wife.

Anonymous 18/01/25(Thu)06:54 No. 25317 ID: 9b2c16

Get well soon. Don't drink too many pills!

The+Bard 18/01/27(Sat)06:51 No. 25319 ID: ae5466

Feeling well enough to get back to the next chapter. Will have an update soon.

The+Bard 18/01/29(Mon)19:17 No. 25320 ID: ae5466

Update: I am still alive. Having a bit of a hard time with this lingering effects of the Flu, so I am taking my time with the next chapter. Let's call it Wednesday for the next installment. Thursday at the latest.

Anonymous 18/01/30(Tue)08:07 No. 25321 ID: a93ad4

Even I got sick. So take it easy, just don't die on us.

The+Bard 18/01/30(Tue)08:29 No. 25322 ID: ae5466

It seems like everyone got sick on this one, but outside of coughing like a plague victim extra in a sub-par medieval movie from the 90's I am doing much better. No longer sleeping for 18 hours a day, which was a thing at one point. It is still exhausting to cough that much all day and most of the night even on nyquil just to get a small dose of sleep. Turns out sleep deprivation does not a good writer make.

Anonymous 18/01/30(Tue)19:05 No. 25323 ID: 484143

Oh I kinda envoy you. I wish I could sleep a solid 18 hours. I have to talk to clients all day long, so my voice is basically gone,I'm not coughing though, which is nice.

The+Bard 18/02/01(Thu)02:38 No. 25325 ID: 9b5ea5

I work from home and don't have to talk to anyone, I use email. So when I get sick I am mostly left alone to heal. It is the benefit of having no social life from the ages of 21-28. I don't recommend it but it does have some nice side benefits.

The+Bard 18/02/02(Fri)01:57 No. 25326 ID: ae5466

Pushing the next chapter to tomorrow. Had to rewrite it.

The+Bard 18/02/02(Fri)20:08 No. 25327 ID: 82aff4

Ok, here is the next Chapter. We will be returning to our regular release schedule. Turns out the characters haven't been suffering in a while, so it's time to really blow things up:


My eyes opened to the sight of a naked, sleeping David, and I stole several moments taking him in. His dreamy body, it was all mine. I looked around and finally spotted my bikini, wadded up and wet on the floor of the hot tub cave. When I stood up I also spotted a pool of white, sticky liquid that remained where my butt had been.

After taking the service exit to the cave that was kept discreetly out of sight around the corner of the well sculpted rock work, I slipped over to the outdoor bar to grab a towel. I knew that the towels, at least the ones that were kept on this side of the pool, were in the bar, and it was an amazing bar. It was sunk into the ground with stairs leading to it on the dry side, but the really cool part about it was that you could swim up to it on the other side and sit on underwater stools. I remember there was one time my Dad had a party, and I would keep swimming up to the bar, and I drank so many virgin strawberry daiquiris that I got a stomach ache. I don’t remember much about the party, but I do remember throwing up pink for close to an hour. These days I can’t stomach anything sugary unless it has a ton of chocolate in it.

I slipped into the bar and found the cabinet that held so many neatly folded towels, all folded tightly, that I had a little trouble dislodging the first one. With towels in hand, and a spare pitcher of water, I returned to the cave. David was gone.

“David?” I asked, but there was no reply. He must have swam out to look for me, I thought to myself.

After using one of the towels and the pitcher of water to clean up the puddle, because I would die of embarrassment if anyone else had to clean that up, especially Joseph, I took the service exit back out and went looking for my missing husband.


There are few greater feelings in the world than getting to the bathroom just in time when you really have to pee. I sighed with relief, emptying everything I had in my bladder and saying a small “Thank you” to whatever divine providence let me get to the pool bathroom right before I popped. The bathroom had a sandstone floor and nautical tile work that had mosaic shapes of various sea creatures, all fitting in with the tropical island theme of the pool area, making me feel like I was in Hawaii, not western New Jersey.

After finishing, I went to look for Mika. She wasn’t in the hot tub cave when I got up, and I was most definitely hungry, so I decided to look for her in the direction of the kitchen. We hadn’t eaten all day, and if I knew Mika, like I knew Mika, she was probably starting to get very cranky. My wife was a definite sufferer of what doctors call, the Hangry. It was probably a very good thing that she was usually the one to prepare the meals. I was useless in the kitchen and sometimes I would forget to eat if left to my own devices. One time, when Mika had first come to live with me, she found out that I didn’t eat for three days before she showed up. Well it was more that I only ate a cookie and a banana at one point in those three days. I quickly learned that not only did Mika get angry when she was hungry, but she also could give me a glare that could kill most large animals if she thought that I was hungry, too.

As I walked into the kitchen, there was only Joseph. He was finishing up out late lunch, and he smiled politely as I walked in.

“Mr. Simmons, is there anything I can help you with?” I always liked Joseph, but his politeness always threw me off. I could never get a read on what he was thinking half of the time, and the other half was just as mysterious.

“I was just looking for Mika. Have you seen her?”

“I have not seen her yet, but I will let her know you are looking for her, Mr. Simmons.”

I smiled politely. “Thank you, Joseph.”

“Very good, Sir.”

I left Joseph to finish our food. After all this time of Mika cooking, it felt odd that someone else was making us food. I turned from the room and looked outside again. “Where could she be?”


Back in my room, I searched through my closet. Most of the clothes in here were a few sizes too small now. The only thing that even remotely looked like it would fit was a sun dress that I got a few months before I moved in with David. It used to be down to just past my knees, but now it barely made it to my mid thigh. I must have had a growth spurt at some point, and my breasts stretched the fabric to its limit. Still, it made my cleavage look impressive.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was not one for checking out girls, but even I could see how good I looked in the sun dress. Maybe a little too good. I decided to throw my jeans on, making my outfit more conservative. While I would have been happy as a clam to walk around with my assets hanging out just to make David all hot and bothered, I just couldn’t do that around Joseph, and lunch would be ready soon.

As I made my way down the grand staircase, I finally spotted David, still in his swim shorts, looking at the portrait of my Dad and I. I must have been around ten at the time, because I couldn’t believe I ever looked that much like a doll. I was in a black dress with white frills, and a black headband that stood out against my red hair. My eyes looked a little too big for my overly round face. Thankfully, my face slimmed down since then.

“David?” I called to him. He turned around and gawked at me. Even with the jeans on, I still had my chest to bother him with, and I couldn’t help my smile.

“Lunch is going to be ready soon.” He choked out finally. Oh, I loved it when I could effect him. Especially because it was just so easy!

I crossed my arms so that my cleavage was brought to the fore front. “That’s good, because for some reason I feel really hungry. Almost like I had a really intense workout.” I could see him swallow at the memory of our hot tub antics. He was so easy to fluster, and I could barely contain my grin.

“I’m going to change.” He muttered. He headed up the stairs and I took the opportunity to grab his butt as he passed by, causing him to jump and shoot up the stairs. His butt was so firm. I loved it, and just about everything else about him. I really was married to the greatest guy in the whole world.

The smells coming from the kitchen were heavenly, so I made my way to the dining room, but before I could make it to the bottom of the stairs there was a knock at the front door.

I stopped, and stared at it. Who the heck could that be?

The large booming door bell rang out. I walked over to the door and opened it just a crack, and then when I saw who it was I swung it open fully and gave Senator Fredrickson a big hug.

“Mika! Oh, thank goodness you made it here.” He said. “I didn’t think you would have made it here yet.”

“You were expecting us?”

“David is here too? That’s good. It’s good you two are safe.”

Senator Fredrickson was a close friend of my father, and he was the one who arranged our dispensation. The last time I saw him was at the funeral, where he helped carry my father’s casket. It looked like he aged twenty years since then, even though it was only a year and some change since then. His salt and pepper hair was now white, and it looked like he hadn’t slept in a while.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I would rather talk about this later.”

My heart clenched, but I pushed it away. “We were just about to have lunch, if you would care to join us.”

His smile told me he would love to. Just then, David finally came down. He was wearing a smart button down shirt that looked very light. It showed off his muscles even though it wasn’t tight, and his tan shorts made him look like a dream. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone, and I couldn’t stop my carnal thoughts. I made it a habit to ogle my husband, and him looking that good didn’t make it a chore at all!

“Oh, Senator Fredrickson. When did you get here?” David asked.

“Just now. I hear you two were going to have lunch. Mind if I join you two?”

David gestured to the dining room, and we all walked in and sat down to a very delicious lunch, prepared by Joseph. Maybe it was just my imagination, but Senator Fredrickson looked, nervous. Was something wrong? We all talked about things that I can’t remember, mostly telling stories about my Dad, and their school days. He asked David how teaching was going and was appalled to hear about the resignation. Then the conversation turned to Nancy “The Bitch” Patterson.

“David, I am really sorry that we couldn’t keep her away from you.” The Senator said.

“It’s not your fault.” David replied.

I sat in silence, finishing the last of the chicken that must have been made of delicious flavor itself. I made a mental note to get the recipe from Joseph.

“I’m afraid it was all my fault, actually. One of our interns proved to be less than discreet. It turns out he was a follower of Ms. Patterson, and was more interested in snooping in my files than actually doing work.”

“So this intern is the reason that all this is happening?”

“Yes, David. I am so sorry.”

“No, sir. It’s not something to be sorry over.”

Senator Fredrickson went pale, and I knew in my heart something bad was coming. “That is not what you are sorry for, is it?” I piped up. They both looked at me, one confused, one horrified.

“It isn’t. I’m afraid Ms. Patterson has a knack for drumming up a frenzy when she gets on a roll, and now…”

Oh, no.

“It looks like the dispensation is going to be repealed. I just wanted to come and prepare you for it.”

“WHAT!?” My shout startled both David and Senator Fredrickson. “How could you do this!” Fury gripped me in a way I had never felt before. The one thing I wanted in my life, the marriage I had been so blissfully happy in for the past year, was all being taken away from me all because that Bitch Whore couldn’t sleep with my husband.

“Mika, it isn’t me. I already promised to vote against the repeal, but most of the others are too scared for their reelections, and I think there are enough of them to pass it over even a veto from the President. I, at least, remember where my loyalties are. I am so sorry.”

I couldn’t listen to this anymore. I bolted from the room and, after bursting into my room, threw myself onto my bed and sobbed until my throat hurt, and then I sobbed some more. Everything came out. All of my grief over my father, and now my marriage, the two things that I cared for in my life were now being taken from me and there was nothing I could do about it, drove my wails of pain. For the first time in my life, I felt alone. All alone.

Anonymous 18/02/04(Sun)04:41 No. 25335 ID: 88171d



great work, Bard, this is awesome!

Anonymous 18/02/04(Sun)05:09 No. 25336 ID: c1e7d1

The description of the layout of the pool and in ground bar area was pretty immersive.

The strawberry daiquiris part was pretty funny too.

The+Bard 18/02/06(Tue)02:31 No. 25343 ID: ae5466


Thank you. I was actually not very sure about including the details of the layout. I was worried that it would slow things down.

The+Bard 18/02/06(Tue)02:32 No. 25344 ID: ae5466


Glad you like it.

The+Bard 18/02/07(Wed)20:52 No. 25347 ID: d9856f

I open my eyes, glued shut from sleep and drink. The room spins and I stumble over the sleeping dog on the floor.

"Shit, sorry."

I open my phone.

"When the fuck! Wasn't it Monday?"

I buckle down and write with fury.

(The next chapter will be out tomorrow.)

The+Bard 18/02/08(Thu)18:13 No. 25348 ID: ae5466

Next Chapter:


I stood on the other side of the door, hearing the one sound I never wanted to hear, the sound of my wife sobbing. Soon she would not be, but right now she still was my wife and I would stand by her side. Hell, even if she wasn’t my wife I would stand by her side, always. I loved her, and no stupid piece of paper, or lack there of, would ever change that. I knocked on the door. There was a sudden silence, and my heart pounded in my chest, anticipating being told to go away.

“Come in.” Her voice was hoarse, and she sounded unsure. I pushed the door open and there she was, on her bed holding a pink pillow. It was strangely appropriate.

“Hey,” I said. I just didn’t know what to say to her. I was as floored by the news that those spineless bastards were going to make it so that the happiest year of my life never happened, but Mika needed me to be strong for her.

“Hey,” she sniffed.

“Can I sit down?”

She nodded her response, and I look a seat by her. I looked around the room, taking in the place she grew up in. I guess she was still growing up. My eyes were drawn to her desk, white with a matching wood chair that had pink cushions. It was exactly what I would expect from a young girl. There was a computer on the desk, and behind it a cork board with pictures. Most of them were of her, with her father, in all the far flung places she traveled to while he was alive. There were some of me, arranged in just the right places so that they could be seen easily from the computer. One of me when I was thirteen, with little hearts drawn around it. How long has she had a crush on me? How long has she been in love with me?

There were stuffed animals, mostly horses but also a few bears, gathered up in a corner next to a closet door. There was the bathroom door, open to a sink that was covered with various tubes and tubs of whatever girls have, and on the other side of the room was a shelf with various trophies and treasures from when she was growing up. Then there was the bed, pink covers over a white wood frame, and a pink canopy overhead. Somehow it made me feel comforted while I sat here.

“David,” she choked out, “what are we going to do?”

I honestly had no idea.

“What can we do? It seems like this is out of our hands, for the moment at least.”

“I don’t want to be apart.” She whispered.

I laid down beside her, pulling her into my arms and she buried her face into my chest. I stroked her long, red hair. “I don’t want to be apart either.”

“Will I have to move out?”

My heart gave a sudden pang of pain as I thought of not waking up next to her. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“But I won’t be your wife.”

“Does it matter? I love you, and that won’t change, no matter what.”

She grabbed my shirt, pulling herself tight to my chest, and I could feel the wetness of her tears seeping through. “Oh, David. You know we won’t be allowed to be together if we aren’t married.” She murmured into my chest. I knew she was right, but I didn’t want it to be true, for her, or for me. There had to be another way.

“We should just run away, where no one knows who we are.”

Her words came out of nowhere, but they were the ones I was thinking of at that exact moment. Yes, Mika and I could run. We could get into my car and drive away. We could buy a little place in the middle of nowhere, and live under false names. I knew that it would take a while for them to nullify our marriage, so it wouldn’t be a crime to take my wife on vacation, and by the time our relationship became illegal again, we would be long gone.

“We can’t Mika, it would be wrong.” I sighed. I knew we couldn’t. It would be a fun fantasy, but it would be horrible to make everyone worry like that.

She looked up at me with hurt in her eyes. “So you are going to break your promise?”


“You promised never to leave me. Well I’m going, and if you don’t come with me that would be breaking your promise!”

Oh, yes. I did promise that to her. I can’t believe I forgot that. I sighed with resignation. “All right, Mika. Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care.” She thought for a moment, too absorbed in the task to remember that she was supposed to be crying. “How about that cabin? The one in Pennsylvania that your Dad owns. The one for fishing trips?”

I remembered the one she was speaking about. My dad loves fishing and so he bought a piece of land near Oil City, PA that had an old cabin and a lake with lots of fish in it. There was also a dock, too. It would absolutely be roughing it, since there was no electricity up there, but at least we would have running water and town would not be so far away. The cabin was well insulated and the lake was well stocked so we could stay there for quite a long time without anyone bothering us.

“All right. We can leave whenever you want. Just, let’s go tonight, so no one will notice we’re gone.”

“No, I want to go now. Let’s pack and just go.”

She gave me a look that made it clear it was going to be done her way. I had a really bad feeling about this.


I hated the sun. David had been driving for a few hours, and the setting sun was just in the right place; too low to be covered by the sun visor, but not low enough to be covered by the hills of Pennsylvania. We were on I-80, I think, and the miles blended with the curves in the road, making my attention wander to wherever it wanted to go.

My thoughts pulled me to the first time we spent time up at the cabin. I must have been ten at the time, and David’s Dad must have invited us up to fish. My Dad had just been diagnosed with the illness that eventually killed him, but I didn’t know it at the time. He didn’t start to fade until I was eleven or so, but it did seem strange at the time that he wanted to spend every waking day making memories. Had I known at the time, I wouldn’t have resisted so much, but all my Dad had to tell me was that David would be there and I packed my overnight bag in record time.

When we got there, I remember seeing David coming out of the water, wearing nothing but swim trunks that seems to barely hand on his hips. He must have been sixteen at the time, and just remembering him back then made my panties wet.

“Hey, Mika!” He shouted at me as we got out of the car. My dad and his shook hands, and David ran over. Even back then he was all tight and toned, and his six pack was just starting to form. I think that was the first time I felt desire, and my tastes became very, very singular.

While my Dad and his tried their best to catch a fish, David took me up the mountain, or hill, I honestly don’t know the difference, and showed me a nest at the top of a tree.

“It’s a Bald Eagle nest. They used to not be in this area, but we think this may be one of the first to settle back in this area.”

I could listen to David talk about animals all day. Okay, I could listen to David talk about anything all day. Even then, the sound of his voice spoke directly to the place between my legs, and it was confusing, and I wanted to run away as fast as I could, but I also wanted to run into his arms. My ten year old brain, just starting to awaken to the need for David to be naked in front of me, just froze up, and I listened to him talk about Eagles, or History, or whatever. Honestly, all paid attention to was the way his lips were moving, and how I wanted to taste them.

Taste them! I didn’t know what was wrong with me at the time, but I sure do now.

The cabin only had one room, with two sets of bunk beds in the back and a living room with a couch, table with some creaky chairs and a propane stove that was hooked to one of those cans you get at a gas station. We had canned ravioli, since both of our dads didn’t catch anything, and all I could do was steal glances at David. I wanted him to be mine. I worried that he was going off to college that year, and maybe some college girl would give him kisses!

“Mika? Something wrong?”

I looked up at David, and his eyes were full of worry. “Oh, nothing. Just, I need the bathroom.”

After waiting the proper amount of time in the smelly outhouse, I returned to the cabin just in time for camp stories and then bed. David let me have the bottom bunk. I was always worried that if I slept on the top bunk I would fall out. I was a wanderer in my sleep back then.

As I lay there, in the dark, listening to David’s steady breathing, my mind wandered back to seeing him getting out of the water. I could feel that itch in between my legs, and I moved my hand down to rub it away. I slipped my fingers under my pink pajama bottoms, and under my panties, and felt the heat of my slit, a heat I never felt there before. I remembered Sex Ed at school, and they talked about how babies were made, and my imagination ran wild with images of David on top of me.

My fingers probed the puffy outside of my slit. I tried to recall the name, Labia I think. I could feel a wetness that wasn’t there before, and as my fingers explored, I found a little bump right where the itch was, but it wasn’t an itch really, it was something else. I rubbed the bump, and it felt amazing! I pictured David touching me there, and it made my cheeks heat at the thought. Oh, I would love him to touch me there. My rubbing became faster as I lost myself to the feeling, and I felt a pressure starting to build. What would happen with the pressure became too much?

I could feel my breathing quicken, and everything else for that matter. The more I thought about David touching me down there, the more the pressure climbed in my belly, until it suddenly released as a wave of, I don’t know but it felt amazing, washed over me.

“Mika! Are you all right?”

It was David, at my side. Oh, no. I must have cried out.

“I, um.” I stammered.

“Was it a bad dream?” My Dad asked. Oh crap, he was there too!

“Uh, yeah. It was a bad dream. I have to pee.” I said as I jumped up and ran out the door to stand in the smelly outhouse and try to figure out what was going wrong with me. Wrong? No, something wasn’t wrong with me. It was something very right, and it was because of David. I made a mental note to look it up when we got home, on the brand new laptop my Dad got me.

“Mika, we’re here.”

David’s voice jolted me awake from the dream I was having. It was about the first time I was here, and I looked out to the familiar view of a little green painted cabin, and the outhouse that was the refuge for my sexual awakening.

Anonymous 18/02/11(Sun)10:34 No. 25356 ID: 9b2c16

Great chapter! Can't wait for more.

The+Bard 18/02/11(Sun)15:46 No. 25358 ID: ae5466


If you can wait till tomorrow, I should have the next chapter done.

The+Bard 18/02/13(Tue)01:44 No. 25360 ID: ae5466

What the hell! Doesn't this author keep deadlines? Also the writing sucks, the characters are unoriginal and what the fuck is up with having two Mary Sue's in the damn story! Who is writing this shit!

Oh, me?

Umm... So how about that new chapter?:


David opened the door to the cabin, and I reveled in the smell of wood and mothballs. It looks like time stopped since I was last here, the two sets of bunk beds still had the old pillows and blankets on them. They looked clean enough. No doubt David’s father has been here at least a few times since that day.

“I think it’s going to be cold tonight.” David said, walking into the cabin. While the outside air was cool, the inside of the one room was downright chilly. “I may have to go into town to get some firewood, and at least something for us to eat tonight.”

“Where are you going to go?”

“There is a market in town, they will probably have what we need. Do you think you can hold the fort down while I go?”

I looked into David’s eyes. Oh, they were so dreamy, but they were also full of concern.

“Yes, Dear. I can manage.” I rolled my eyes. It isn’t like I couldn’t keep a four bedroom house in order, so a one room cabin should be a piece of cake.

“All right. No one knows we are here, so there shouldn’t be anyone else coming up here. Just don’t go wandering around, just in case there are bears around.”

“David, I will be fine.”

I launched myself at him, and nearly knocked him down. Pulling his head to me, I kissed him, passionately. He pulled me into the kiss, and I lost myself in his arms. We could have been there for hours, or minutes. I don’t know, but we were breathless when we pulled apart.


“Go, David. I will be fine, I promise.”

He nodded, and then walked out the door, and I was alone in the cabin. I watched his car pull out and down the road, and then the outside was just the dark. I looked over the cabin, closely this time. There was a lot of dust and dirt. There were some dishes in the basin that acted as a sink. The faucet was one of those ones that you had to pump, and I was reminded of those old black and white shows from the old days, where they put food in an actual ice box, with real ice in it.

Oh my gosh! Was that mold growing on the plates? It was!

I decided to reach deep down and pull out my inner Snow White. It was time to clean. I remember the times I was reported on, they used to call me the Attaco Princess. Well, it was time to earn that title, by making this cabin spotless, sans helpful woodland critters, but I had my phone on me and I was sure I had at least a few cleaning songs on there.

I rolled up my sleeves, grabbed the broom from the corner where it was clearly thrown the last time David’s Dad was here, and I got to work.


Mar’s is nearly empty of customers when I arrived. Pulling out a shopping cart, I walked into the box-shaped building and began the unnecessarily difficult task of getting food. Mika always gave me a list when I did the shopping, but without her expert directions I found myself wandering without purpose.

A buzz in my pocket distracted me from trying to decide which package of dried camping food would be least awful. I don’t bother to check the number…


“David, how are you?” The sickeningly sweet, predatory voice of Nancy Patterson floats out of the phone and right to my stomach, and makes it sick.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“Oh, David. You really should watch your language.”

“You really should find a farm house to get crushed under. Tell me, do you have a sister who would be overly obsessed with your shoes in the event you do?” I sniped at her.

“Now that’s just mean. I was just calling to let you know the Senate will be voting tomorrow. When you are a single man, we should get coffee sometime.”

“Nancy, in the event I find myself single again you can be assured that they is no way I will have coffee with you. In fact, having relations with a cactus filled lemon juice bath comes far, far before I would consent to be in the same state as you. Fuck off!”

I ended the call, fuming. If there was such a thing as pure hate, I may just have found it. Quickly, I finished my shopping and hope that Mika will be able to do something with the stuff I got.


“There, all finished.” I announced to no one in particular. The cabin looked clean, and all before David got back! Yes, I was that amazing. Now where were my woodland critters? I think I earned them at this point.

The dishes were all spotless and stacked next to the propane stove. I checked it and was glad it lit up, showing there was still propane in the small tank on the side. If there was a spot of dust anywhere in the room it was so well hidden, not even Joseph would have been able to find it. I even cleaned the windows of cobwebs and the blankets on the bunk beds were all neat and perfectly proportioned so that they were ready for occupants. The only issue is that they didn’t have the crisp, clean smell that a run or two in a washer would give them. That would have to wait for tomorrow.

I spotted the lights of David’s car coming up the dirt road, and I rushed out of the cabin to greet him. When he stepped out of the car, he looked sour about something, but I didn’t give him the chance to remain that way as I launched myself into his arms.

“Mika!” He shouted in surprise at the squealing fourteen year old hug missile that I turned into hit him in the chest.

“I missed you.”

“I can see that.” He chuckled. “Wanna help me with the food?”

I nodded, and we brought in the groceries, laughing about something or another. It didn’t matter. I was with the man that I loved more than anything, and just hearing his voice was all I needed to feel satiated for conversation, although it did make me hunger for other things.

After I made us food, spaghetti with meatballs, I washed the dishes while David moved the bunk beds together so that we could sleep next to each other. I was happy to curl up next to him, knowing in my heart that the days I would be able to do this were numbered.


I woke up with a start. David wasn’t in bed, and he wasn’t in the cabin. We were so tired, we didn’t even have sex, and I could feel the frustration.

I looked out the window and there was no sign of the car. David must have gone out to get something, and I really wished he woke me up so I could go with him. At least I would have the chance to do some chores around here, and it was light and sunny, so that helped my mood.

There was a dock that jutted out into the lake, and I walked all the way to the end. It floated on the water and was held in place by chains that were obviously tied to the bottom by something heavy, like a rock or something. I would love to go skinny dipping with David, and maybe make love in the dark water. Then again, maybe not, because the thought of a fish touching me gave me the creeps. It was a phobia I had, and it was the reason I never liked going snorkeling. My skin crawled at the thought of getting fish slime on my leg, or arm. I shuddered at the thought. No, we would be skipping lake fucking this time around.

I was laying out on the porch of the cabin, sunning myself with my shirt off, leaving only my bra on with the straps slid down so I didn’t get those pale lines when my skin eventually turned pink, because my complexion never allowed for anything close to a tan, when David pulled up.

“Hey, Darling!” He called out, and stepped out of the car with two covered cups. He handed one to me, and it was a coffee, just how I liked it, with cream and sugar.

“Mmm.” It had enough cream in it to make the coffee thick and bland, and it was perfect.

“I’ll take that as approval.”

“David, I approve of anything you do, but this is perfection.”

“You are perfection.” David whispered into my ear, and it made my cheeks turn beet red. He kissed my forehead, and I spun around on my heel and snuggled into his chest. He held me and I sipped my coffee as we watched the birds fly over the lake.

“I called my Dad,” He said, “to let him know where we were.”


“He told us to be careful, that there are bears out here, and to not worry.”

My brow narrowed. “Not to worry about what?”

I could tell David was keeping something from me, and I didn’t appreciate being kept out of the loop.

“David, tell me what’s wrong.”

He sighed, closing his eyes, looking like he was forcing himself to eat something slimy, and awful. “They are voting today on our marriage. After today we will probably not be married anymore.”

My heart sank like a stone. This was probably my last day being Mrs. Simmons. Would I have to go back to Attaco? Would I still be allowed to stay with David? Tears started to form in my eyes.

“No, baby. Don’t cry.” David pulled me close. I felt so safe in his arms.

“You won’t leave me, right?” I asked.

“No. Never.” He kissed me deeply, and I needed him. If this was going to be my last day as his wife, I was going to make the most of it, the future be damned.

I pulled off his shirt, and he undid my bra. With my breasts exposed, he put a nipple into his mouth and began to suck, and just like before, my nerves were direct, express connected to my groin. His tongue moved around the tip, pulling and elongating it with each suck, and the warm wetness oozed into my panties. I was all his, and there was nothing I wouldn’t do for this man.

His hands stroked my stomach, and then slipped into my pants, and then there they were in the wet sensitive flesh that craved his every touch. He circled my clitoris with his finger, and I moaned with wild abandon as I melted into his sensual scent, or was that my scent? I didn’t care anymore.

Pulling away from me, he smiled a devilish grin. “Shall I take you inside the cabin, Mrs. Simmons?”

“No.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his earlobe. “I want you to fuck me on the dock. I want to never forget this. Make me yours, forever.”

David pulled his hand out of my pants and undid the button. He slowly unzipped them and pulled them down slowly, dragging my already soaked panties down with them. After helping me out of my shoes and socks, I stood there, naked as the day I was born, and he took me in, burning the sight of me into his memory.

“Mika, you are so beautiful.”

I blushed, suddenly shy with his gaze. After all I had done with this wonderful, beautiful man, the sex, the blow job under his desk, the hot tub… How could I by shy now?

He suddenly lifted me up into a princess carry, and my arms instinctively went around his neck. He carried me out to the end of the dock and gently laid me down on the cool metal covering over the floats.

“You all right with this?” He asked.

“David, I want you to take me. Now. Here. I want there to be no doubt that I belong to you, mind, body, and soul.”

He smiled, and he kissed me so deeply that my head spun with excitement and anticipation at what was to come.

The+Bard 18/02/17(Sat)02:06 No. 25373 ID: 96c81c

Here's the deal. So I am a bit behind my writing. I suffer from chronic headaches that I have had since I was 4 years old, and every now and then I get one that lasts for a full on week and basically knocks me out for the count. I don't like it, but it is a thing I have to put up with every now and then. The bogus part is that I can't take medication for it outside of OTC pain killers because I do things that prevent me from taking anything stronger than a decaf cup of coffee.

So I am gonna have to work on the story when I can and crush my way through the rest of the story when I am back to 100%. Just know I am fine and not abandoning you guys, just gonna be a little absent for about 3-5 days.

Anonymous 18/02/17(Sat)18:24 No. 25378 ID: 9b2c16

I hope you get well soon. Take care and don't worry too much. "stronger than a decaf coffee."lolol

The+Bard 18/02/19(Mon)02:02 No. 25382 ID: a8081c

Half way through the next chapter. Possibly tomorrow or the next day it will be done. Just keep an eye out.

The+Bard 18/02/20(Tue)02:35 No. 25384 ID: a5e7e4

Ready for the 18th Chapter? Of course you are. Here you go:


He filled me, every inch of his dick reached deep into my core. Oh, David! I loved him more than anything in the world. Every thrust pushed me against the metal of the dock, and the pain that the bite of the dock was only matched by the pleasure of being fucked by the man I loved. It only made me want more. It opened up a part of me that I didn’t even know was there, a part that wanted to be bit, scratched and marked up in our love making.

“David, harder! I want it rough! I want to never forget this feeling!”

My pleading unleashed something inside him, a wild animal that filled me with lust, and a little bit of fear. His eyes darkened, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “As you wish, Mika.”

Before I knew what was going on, I was flipped around onto my hands and knees. The metal dug into my hands and I could feel him behind me. Suddenly, he grabbed the base of my hair, just above my neck, and pushed me down so that my cheek pressed into the dock, and he was in me again, filling me all the way and bottoming out.

Ah! I cried out as he began to move. I could feel him stretching me as he slammed down into my pussy, his skin slapping against my ass. It made me feel dirty. So dirty, and yet so loved. “Ah! Fuck me, David! Make me yours, forever!” I was desperate, pleading, I wanted him to lose himself just like I was lost in him.

“Jesus! Mika, you are so perfect!” His hand came down and slapped my ass, making me tighten at the sudden shock of pain. It made me so wet. He pulled out of me, and before I could protest, he turned me over and pulled me into his lap. I was face to face with my David, my sexy, beautiful man. His eyes sparkled and he pushed into me in just the right way. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into my chest as his hands forced my hips to ride his dick, stimulating all the right spots inside and out.

Then I could feel it, his mouth on my breast, circling kisses around my nipple. I started to thrust myself down harder on him, pushing him into my pussy as far as he could go. I would never have him deep enough. His tongue played with my nipples, now rock hard and sending sparks all the way down to the tender flesh between my legs. My heat radiated, and I could feel my nerves ignite. I felt like I was going to explode into cinders at any moment. I pulled his face away from my breasts and planted a desperate kiss onto his lips, and his tongue slid into my mouth, fighting for dominance that I willingly relinquished as I pulled his dick across my G-spot, or he was thrusting up against it, I didn’t know anymore. I didn’t care. I just wanted him to do this to me forever.

“David! I’m close!” I cried out as the pressure built up in me.

“Me too, baby,” David growled into my mouth, and he pulled my hair back so he exposed my neck, and he kissed my throat. His thrusts, or mine, became a grind. All these sensations, all these feelings, pushed me over the edge and I detonated around his dick, and my screams of my thunderous orgasm set him off too. He tensed inside me as a warm, sticky feeling exploded in the depths of my core, and his dick pushed so far that it was almost painful, and it caused me to detonate a second time.

“Fuck! David!”

I collapsed into his arms, and he held me until the tremors of my shotgun orgasm slowly subsided. We laid there, two bodies glowing in post-coital bliss, our breathing slowing down as we came back to Earth from the Heaven we found ourselves in.


We were in my car, heading down the road to a restaurant I found when I was out shopping. It looked interesting and it got plenty of good reviews when I looked it up on my phone. Mika was wearing a short green pleated skirt with a white button down blouse that she had unbuttoned to show off her cleavage. Her shoes were black flats that she chose to mirror the shoes I had on. It was her way of going the extra mile, and I appreciated it.

A few hours ago we got the news that as of midnight tonight we would no longer be married, but I didn’t care. Nothing was going to change for us, we would just hide out here and then move back to the Mansion and remarry when she was old enough. It wasn’t like I had to work, so I could spend the time helping Mika with her school work and keeping the flame alive, not like there was any chance of our flame dying anytime soon. She seemed to agree. Joseph would become her legal guardian and as long as he was fine with me staying, and I had no doubt that he would, there was nothing anyone could say about it. Sure, we would have to keep the fact that our relationship would continue as if nothing happened a secret, but we would still be together and when the right time came we would have a big wedding and a proper honeymoon. Then there would be nothing that bitch could do or say about it.

Sure, there were probably about a billion things that made that plan unreasonable, but my heart wouldn’t let me think of that. I wanted to stay with Mika until Death himself parted us, and even then he would have one hell of a fight on his hands.

I pulled up to the restaurant, and I opened the door for Mika, and her beaming smile let me know how happy she was with my manners. I could survive only on that smile, and maybe frequent visits to that special place between her legs that was only meant for me. Still, it was nice to get food every once in a while. Angelo’s was a pretty upscale place for Oil City, with dark walls and tasteful pictures of Italy surrounding a nice room filled with white cloth covered tables, each with a tasteful candle that pulled everything into to room into intimate bubbles of light. The soft piano music pumped through the speakers that were hidden by the occasional plant finished the ambiance and I knew we would have a wonderful dinner, the last one as husband and wife for quite a while.

When we were led to a table near the back, I preempted with server and pulled out Mika’s chair for her.

“Oh? Being extra attentive, Mr. Simmons?” She quipped at me, beaming that smile that melted my heart every time.

“Always, Mrs. Simmons.”

The dinner was lovely, and we talked like we normally did, before the trouble with bottom feeding muckrakers, that is.

“David, are you sure we should stay together?”

“Mika, I made you a promise never to leave you, and I intend to keep that promise. There isn’t an army in the world that can keep me from you.”

Even in the dim light of the restaurant I could see the blush overtake her. It was always a fun sight to behold.

“You’re blushing.” I grinned at her. She tried, in vain, to hide her face from me. “Why so shy, Mrs. Simmons?”

“You know why.”

“Do I?” I loved teasing her, especially after all the teasing that she put me through over the last few days.

“How long can we stay at the cabin?”

“Getting ideas?” I said, giving her a wicked look. Sometimes I just loved playing the Devil in our relationship, being the tempter, for once.

“David, I think you know me better than that.” She protested in mock shock. I couldn’t help but light up. Oh, tonight was going to be a fun night, even though the bitter thought of our impending annulment kept threatening to sour my mood. I could tell that Mika was also thinking about it from time to time. I would catch her trying to hide the stab of dismay every time we danced around the subject of tomorrow.

“I think we can stay at the cabin for as long as we want, but we should get settled in at your place before the end of summer. I also have to sell the house, since we are no longer going to be there.”

“It sucks that we can’t live there anymore.”

Mika’s gaze falls to the table, and we eat in silence when the food arrives. I didn’t want things to get to awkward. I would have preferred it if she could take some time to forget the unpleasant fact that she wouldn’t be my wife in a few hours.

“If I can’t be your wife, can I at least be your girlfriend for a while?”

I look into her pleading eyes. “Of course, Mika. I was going to ask… I mean, would you want to be? After all, you would have to put up with dating such an old man…” I let my voice trail off, but I couldn’t hide the grin.

“You’re not old.”

“I’m ancient.”

Her giggle finally lifted the mood and we finished our dinner, and skipped dessert, and I made sure to leave a very generous tip with the bill. As we walked out to the car, I couldn’t help my mind wandering to all the things that we could do while dating. Then there was the whole proposal that I would have to set up, for when she was old enough. I try to remember what the legal age to marry was. If I had to wait the four years for her to turn eighteen, I would without complaint, but I still hoped for sooner. I would have to look that up when we got back to the cabin.

On the drive back, I noticed that the tank on the car was getting low, and I decided to stop at the gas station on the way to the cabin. It was a small place, but they had bathrooms, and I desperately needed to go.

“Baby, I need to use the restrooms. If you want, you can go pick up some water, or soda, or whatever, for the cabin tonight.”

She beamed at me. “I love it when you call me that. Okay, I’ll grab some stuff.”

She bounced out of the car and I slipped into the restroom. It was grungy inside but I just needed to pee. I could hear the sound of a few motorcycles pull up, not because the walls were so thin but because they were the kind of loud that shook the roof tiles. When I walked outside the monster inside noticed the trouble before I did. Three bikers, wearing the same vests, each emblazoned with a skull of some kind, surrounding Mika. They towered over her, and probably towered over me, too. They looked more ogre than men.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let us show you a good time.”

One of them leaned into Mika, and she backed up in fear, but glared at them with determination too.

“I said no! Don’t you have sometime better to do than harass fourteen year olds?”

“Age is just a number, little girl. Besides, you are hurting our feelings. Maybe if you say your sorry, we promise not to be too rough.” The biggest one said, and I could feel the rage build.

“Hey, assholes! Get away from her!” My words cut through the air and they all turned to me. I could feel the fight coming, and a big part of me wanted it to happen, to kill them with my bare hands, for putting that fear into Mika. My Mika!

“Someone put on their Death Wish pants on today, huh?” I could see the “1%” patch on their vests. Shit. I made a mental note to keep an eye out for weapons.

“Is that what you call your jeans? Funny name for them, but I think you guys terrorized my girl for long enough. We are leaving, and I think you should too.” I was shaking with rage.

The big one laughed. “Hoo, boy that is funny. Look at ya. There’s three of us and one of you, and I can see you shaking there. Why don’t you run along and forget about the bitch and maybe-”

I didn’t give him a chance to finish. I quickly closed the distance and cracked him on the jaw before he could react. His buddy, the fat one, shoved Mika out of his way and I watched in horror as her head made a sickening thud on the curb, leaving her unconscious and a trickle of blood forming around her temple. My eyes were locked on her lifeless form as I felt the massive hand of the fat one grab my shirt, and then the monster broke from the cage I spent so many years building, and all I could see was the red of rage. All I could hear was the crunch of broken bone, and the scream of pain, and the pounding heartbeat of the rage inside me. Then the blue and red lights lit up the gas station, and the questions as I watched the paramedics put Mika into the ambulance, and the lights of the hospital that were far too bright. All a slide show of things, and events.

The monster was back in his cage, but the only thing I could register is the sight of my beloved Mika, the girl who meant more to me than my own life, lying in a hospital bed, and my world was contained in a small hospital room, and the only sound was the “beep, beep, beep” of a heart monitor.

The+Bard 18/02/22(Thu)02:03 No. 25390 ID: 1d989d

Next chapter coming out tomorrow.

The+Bard 18/02/23(Fri)02:05 No. 25399 ID: fc5b70

Next Chapter:


I couldn’t remember how long it’s been. The sun out of Mika’s room came up and set, only to come up again. Doctor Banson was a kind, elderly man, and thankfully aware of our situation. He listed me as a relative, allowing me to stay by her side after visiting hours. I’m grateful for it, because it would have been really inconvenient for them to try to remove me. I made Mika a promise, and I was going to keep that promise no matter what. I was no longer her husband, at least legally, but I was still the man she married, and that has to count for something.

They checked on her recently. She has a concussion and there was some swelling in her brain, but she is stable and they tell me she is going to wake up anytime now. “It just takes time for the body to do what it needs to get better.” That’s what the nurse said the last time she was in to check on Mika’s vitals. I wanted to believe that, but seeing her, paler than I have ever seen her, and the bright fire of her hair muted, makes my mind slip to darker thoughts that I push away immediately. When the nurse leaves I return to my vigil, sitting in the chair next to her hospital bed and holding her hand so that she can feel me next to her, so that she can have a way to come back to me.

“Mr. Simmons?”

I looked up, and there was the police officer that questioned me at the gas station. She was an African-American woman with dark eyes that looked like they have seen way too much of the world. I guessed she was a soldier before she was a police officer. I remembered the work my Dad did with Veterans Charities and everyone I met there had the same look, the same eyes. This time there was another person with her. An older man with a tailored suit and a briefcase that said “Lawyer” louder than if it was emblazoned in neon on his forehead.

“Hello, Detective,” I replied with little enthusiasm in my voice.

“This is the assistant DA. We want to talk to you about the incident.”

I glared at them. “Are you charging me with anything?”

“No.” The assistant DA chimed in. “It’s pretty clear that you acted in self defense. We reviewed the security footage and we have a strong case against them. Both men are being charged with a host of crimes that will keep them locked away for a very long time, and on top of that they have charges for murder in Ohio so we doubt you will have to worry about them ever again.”

“I’m not worried.” I answer truthfully, and I turn back to Mika. Then I catch something he said. “What do you mean, ‘Both’?”

“One of them didn’t make it. He died this morning from the injuries he sustained.” The Detective said.

“Oh.” I replied, frankly I didn’t care at all. The only thing in my life that mattered to me right now was the girl who’s hand felt way too small in my hand. I could have sworn that her hands were bigger. She looked like a child in that large hospital bed, diminished when she should be vibrant and smiling. I should be hearing her laugh and that glint in her eyes when she looks at me, the one that expresses her complete devotion to me. If I could feel anything, I would be crying, but without her presence I just couldn’t feel anything. I was empty without her.

“How is she?” The older man said.

I ignored his stupid question. The man had eyes, didn’t he? If it wasn’t for the gentile movements of her breathing she may as well have been a wax statue. I didn’t remember hearing them leave, but they did, and I couldn’t have cared less. My Mika was lost, and I was stuck waiting for her to come back. She wasn’t alive, nor was she dead, but she was stuck somewhere in the middle. My mind went back over the last year or so, where we were happy. I remembered the time she first moved into my house. She gave me hell because my fridge only had an out of date carton of milk, two sticks of string cheese and some leftover Chinese takeout. She made me drive her to the supermarket and stock the fridge with everything she needed. It was strange and at the same time the most normal thing for us to do.

“Ma’am, you can’t go in there. Visiting hours-”

“Oh, shut it. I’m with the press.” Are you fucking kidding me! I knew that voice anywhere, and sure enough the door opened to reveal literally the very last person I wanted to see. Nancy Patterson.

I kissed Mika’s hand to let her know I was going to be right back, and then I rose to my feet and turned to Nancy, my eyes full of nothing that could be misinterpreted as kindness, or welcome. The monster inside, slumbering inside the cage but the bars fully broken, stirred from his sleep.

“Nancy, what the fuck are you doing here?”

Her vile smile of self-satisfaction made the monster inside me open one glowing red eye as I glared at her. I was about to feel something for the first time since the ambulance took Mika away, and it wasn’t the emotion I hoped it would be.

“Looking for a story, of course.” Her voice was sickeningly sweet in just the right way to let me know she was here to gloat.

“Get out of here. Haven’t you ruined our lives enough?”

My anger was just below the surface, threatening to boil over. This was all her fault. Mika and I wouldn’t have had to go through any of this if she just left us alone, where we were happy.

“Mr. Simmons, do you want me to call security?”

I looked over to the nurse, and I nodded. She left to go make the call.

“David. You just don’t understand. She wasn’t good for you. How could you have been happy with a little kid?”

I can’t believe what I was hearing. “I was happy! I was very happy! I was loved, unconditionally, by the best girl in the world!” I couldn’t stop myself from yelling at the top of my lungs. How dare she! She just stood there, giving me a look that held contempt for everything that I was.

“Love is a myth.” Nancy snapped. “All love is just another word for lust. You were just lusting over a child-”

“My wife!”

Her mouth curled up into a grimace. “Not anymore,” She said quietly. “I saw to that. The little whore should have never crossed me. She deserved everything she got.”

My back hand was across her face before I could stop it, the monster lashing out at her. She fell to the ground, a stunned look on her face, and she held her cheek. I looked up and there were two security guards standing there, looking impassive at the scene they just witnessed. The Detective was with them, glaring at Nancy. She obviously heard everything. Nancy shot to her feet.

“Call the police,” She demanded, “This man assaulted me and I want to press charges.” She emphasized the word “Man” like it was a curse.

“I am the police, Ms. Patterson, and I saw the whole thing. I don’t think that making up stories about assault is legal.” I gawked at the Detective. She clearly saw the strike.

“But… But, you saw him!” Nancy stammered in protest.

“I saw you fall.” The Detective replied, stone faced. “Now are you going to leave or do I have to arrest you?”

Nancy looked half way between angry and confused.

“Nancy, just go,” I said. Clearly that was the wrong thing to say at that moment, because she turned on me and tried to slap me, only to find I wasn’t where she expected me to be, instead careening into a cart with medical equipment on it. It was very easy to read what she intended to do, and I made sure to step out of the way. “Detective…”

“Detective Hicks.” I never did catch her name, but I was glad to know it.

“Detective Hicks, please get her out of here.”

“Would you like to press charges?” She asked me with an eyebrow raised that gave me the answer she wanted to hear, and I was grateful enough for her help that I decided to comply.

“Yes, please.”

Nancy was dragged out of the room in handcuffs, shrieking about lawsuits and police brutality until her voice faded away, and I was left alone, or so I thought.

“I’m so glad she is gone.”

The voice was small, and I almost didn’t catch it, but then it hit me. Looking over to the bed, my eyes met the two emerald green eyes that I ached to see over the last few days.


I had to stop myself from scooping her up out of the bed, instead tenderly embracing her and being mindful of the tubes and wires that seemed to be required in hospitals. “Oh, thank God you’re back to me.” It was all I could say to her. I kissed her, desperately, passionately. I wanted every ounce of my kiss to tell her everything that I didn’t have the words for. How much I loved her, how happy I was she was back, how scared I was I would never see her smile again, it all flooded out of me and into her soft, but very dry lips.

Her arms caressed my cheek, and she kissed me back, putting all her love into it. “David,” She said, pulling back for a moment, “Oh, David. I love you.”

“I thought…”

She kissed me again, and again. Her heavenly soft lips calming me, and the monster in my chest wandered back to its cage, and went back to sleep. She was my balm, my savior, and my love.

“Can I ask you for something?” She said with a weak smile.


“I could use some water.”

I was out the door in a flash and over to the nurse’s station. I grabbed one of the pitchers of water they kept there, along with a cup, and not caring about the protest from the nurses, I returned to Mika’s room, one of the nurses following me, exasperated.

I handed a cup full of water to Mika. “Ms. Attaco, you’re awake. Let me call the Doctor.” The nurse game me a scolding glare. “You really should ask before you give anything to a patient.”

I mumbled an apology, but I didn’t really mean it. I was just too happy to know Mika was all right, and if she wanted water, she was going to get water. Soon after, Doctor Banson showed up.

“Ah, Ms. Attaco, how are you feeling?”


“My head hurts, and I’m really hungry.” I replied. I also didn’t appreciate being called “Ms. Attaco” by the doctor. Didn’t he know I’m… Oh, right. I wasn’t anymore, was I. “Please, just call me Mika.”

“I understand, Ms. I mean, Mika. I am going to have the nurse check your vitals and then I will prescribe some pain killers and let you rest.” Giving David a pointed look and emphasizing the word “rest” gave me a fit of giggles. I decided that I really liked this doctor.

“Can David stay?” I asked.

“Absolutely. He hasn’t left your side since you got here and I see no reason to change that now.”

The doctor left me in the care of the nurse and my David. We talked well into the night and I fell asleep holding his hand and listening to the soft snoring as David fell asleep with his head in my lap. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.


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