Chp3 married to Oldman

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The shop is cluttered with expensive old items. Mr. Clements is a kindly old man recently widowed after forty years of marriage. His kids are all north in New York and Rhode Island. He won't easily leave here. I dust and help sales. Letting him rest. Christian helps with the books and heavy lifting.

The holiday season is over. The slow period of time. We talk and sip tea. He tells of the wonder of his marriage and the woman that turned his world. I talk about my marriage, how we are feeling are way thru. He laughs that is what marriage means. Working thru it, no one has any idea how to be married, a lot on how to screw it up, but I guard my property jealously.

Several local hussies are battered by my fist. Moving in on my husbands, not today, tomorrow or ever. One of our neighbors, a stripper down the highway has become a good friend. She loves men, lots of men. But respects me and marriage. She loves to tease Christian that she'll steal me away from him.

I sit on the beach, encased in Chris arms. The dawn breaks over the horizon. I drift back to the bad time before us. Before we met. When my life was terror and pain.

Montesano Washington state: I walk in from school to Daddy siting at the table. Drinking hard, I've never seen him like this. He is mad. My bags are packed. I look at him. He just stares out the back door. I can't reach him. Floyd, a friend of his comes and gets me. taking me to child service. Ray is giving me up. The Social workers ask a lot a questions and has a doctor do a medical exam. I don't know what's going on. Finally, after a week. I am sat before a judge. Ray is in Jail for Assault and Battery for a year. I'm ask if he molested me. I am stunned and hurt. I say no. but then a voice I dread to hear speaks up.

Mom is here, she argues that I am molested and abused by Ray and his friends. she produces a set of pictures of Ray with a young girl. I can't tell when or who. I am hurt, just hurt. "I remand you to the custody of your mother. Good luck Anastasia" says the judge.

Outside is my worse fear. Husband three. He grins a wicked evil grin. "You don't know how much trouble it been to get you girl. But you are going to learn, learn to obey. In everything."

The beating and humiliation beings. We travel south on I-5, stopping only to get stoned and have sex. They lock me in the trunk. In the flea bag hotels hew makes me go in just my panties, mom goes naked. She holds me as he beats me. touches me making my skin crawl. I try to wear my night shirt. He rips it to shreds.

I just am numb to the world. Outside Sacramento, behind a truck stop. Mom is working the trucker for cash and drugs. Morton is drunk and I make my move. He grabs me and claws at me. I hit him with an empty beer bottle, he staggers. I try a second, he falls to his knees. Third one is a charm. He's out. I gather my stuff. Including the drug money, they owe some dealer in Vegas. I escape the hotel.

I need to find a way out. I try to find a kind hearted trucker to take me north. The first one I approach, just grins an evil grin and tries to drag me into his cab. I reach in and get the large folding knife with the brass knuckles. I hit him and he goes down, I try a second. Landing on my back.

My eyes focus on the most beautiful face and grey eyes. He pulls me up against his chest. I faint in pleasure. The eyes tell me how deep he is. I just let him carry me. I fade out as the hard bed shakes and moves. Rising it's a camper. I feel dirty, I go into the bath room a wash up as best I can. I make my way to the front.

My man is driving long into the night. I watch him as the world blurs by. So pretty and calming. He looks at me and I feel high. The electricity of our touch is magic to me. the way he touches me is a balm to my soul. I feel so found and cherished in the short time we've traveled down the road.

We talk into the dawn. We talk and talk. We are such lost souls. We wait in Vegas; I fearfully never leave the camper. My face is a little too bruised to be good in public. I hear Chris staggering down the alley. I move to get him. He's beat up pretty bad. I get him on board to bed. I drive. Boy is this hard. I am a nervous wreck driving in the city. Once on the highway, I'm better. On the other side of dam. I stop and clean Chris up. I wash is hard muscles and sleek skin. I marvel at how even his skin is sensitive to me.

We work our ways east wandering and sightseeing the world. Dig for diamonds. Accept his proposal and make my first sex act. One morning in Branson. I wake to stroking him. I just marvel at how good it feels and makes me feel. I watch as his eyes open to mine and my hand. He just melts to me. I bring my hand up to my mouth and taste him. The salty sweet taste of his sex.

In Memphis, he makes me a wife. I make him my man, husband. We have the most incredible sex. Better than anything in his sex books. We wander the time away. The capital is incredible. My favorites photo is Chris in Space and Air. Awe struck by the helicopter simulator. Chris is a natural. I love the face as he changes to kid to adult and back to kid. I bounce with happiness.

We winter in St. Augustine. I back into the job. Mr. Clements is a sad, kind old man. I spend more time listen to him and his stories of life than working. Chris always brings me lunch. We love playing at the fort. The beach, and wandering the old town shops. I decorate our home in festive colors and trash. We host our first party as a couple for are neighbors and friends.

As the weather turns warm we head north and west. Seeing the sites and world of America. The national parks, large and small, the fall leaves of Vermont and Maine. The amusement parks and roller-coaster of America. The county and state fairs. We see America, and we love it.

As the summer chase the fall, our first year turns to two. We winter back in St. Augustine. I resume working in the shop with Mr. Clements. His granddaughter, a sweet girl is there to help, she going to college up the road.

We are magical transported to our second Christmas. As I take our baby, Bruiser, our seven-month old bay retriever mix, to work. He loves to lay at my feet and snores. His life was so hard. Breed and raised to dog fight. We recused him and his two surviving litter mates. They went to good rescue home. We kept our big, bad, bruiser. The bastard had their voice box removed. So he can't bark, it hurt to hear him whine. I hug my boy. As holiday customers wander thru the shop.

An older couple wanders thru, as Chris bring lunch. We kiss and notice the older woman is staring at us. I wink and show my rings. She still stares at Chris. Something is off. We can't shake the though. After they leave I follow to the window. She's on the phone. Talking excited. I look at their receipt. I call the credit card company and check the ID. Seattle! shit! We look and then move as one.

It breaks my heart to leave but we must. I know we have screwed up. A someone recognized us. We leave before dawn breaks the tree line. Headed west to Salton Sea hippie snowbird encampment.