Chapter 2
Andy and Esmeralda walked in, Andy feeling exhausted as he came into the house. "Golly, what a day". Andy said, tiredly. "That's quite alright, sweetie". Esmeralda said, gently. "Why don't you go freshen up, while I make us our pot roast". She kissed Andy on the cheek. "Oh, well, alright". Andy said, getting up going to his bedroom. He took off his uniform, putting on his everyday clothes. He sat on the bed, looking at a family photo of his late wife, and his daughter. He felt the exhaustion, yet the fear, and summation come over him. "Oh, dear". He said, standing up. He felt exhausted now. He went into Opie's room, seeing Opie play with trucks. "Hi, pa". Opie said, looking up at Andy. "look what Ezzy got me". He stood up, showing Andy his new, red firetruck. "That's very nice, Opie". Andy said, gently. "She is quite the amazing woman, isn't she?". "She is". Opie said.
"I just been thinking, though, do you ever miss your mother?". Andy asked, gently. He sat down beside Opie. "yeah". Opie said, looking down at his trucks, trying to keep the pain a secret. "I just, I have bad dreams about ma". "Oh". "and what kind of dreams are these?". Andy asked, gently. "They're scary dreams". Opie said. "Like I sometimes think I'm going to die". "Oh, well, I haven't told anybody this, but, I've been having those kinds of dreams, too". Andy said. "It's been hard ever since your mother, and sister passed". "Today was an exhausting day for me".
"Yeah, I'm kinda tired, too". Opie said. Opie looked down at his trucks. "Well, in any sort, don't ever think Esmeralda is there to replace your mother". Andy said. "She's just someone to help us, sometimes". "Oh, ok, pa". Opie said, playing with his trucks. "So, she's not my real mother?". "I'm afraid not". Andy said, gently. "She's just someone that will help us through anything, son". Andy stood, looking out Opie's window. He felt the sadness that was there before, come over him again. He was a bit depressed after seeing the death of his late wife, and the death of his daughter. He felt the cold, exhausting, clammy feeling of deep depression, and darkness yet again. "She'll help us through anything". Andy said.
"Well, dinner is in a few minutes, if you'd like to come downstairs". Andy said, gently. "Ok, pa". Opie said, playing with his trucks. Andy closed Opie's door, softly. Opie found a source of comfort. He found a source of alleviation in playing with his trucks, yet he felt afraid to be alone. Opie sniffled a bit, as tears came to his eyes. He looked at the firetruck Esmeralda gave him, feeling somewhat better. He felt comforted by this firetruck, although the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of death, and darkness and it's event horizon was too strong for him. He sat, crying. He cried for a long time, away from everyone else, in case they heard him. He just sat, crying. His body began shaking, as he felt the darkness over him only get worse. He just sat, feeling there was no one he could talk to.
He came downstairs to the dinner table, as Esmeralda put a plate of roast beef, and mashed potatoes, a side of stuffing, and green beans down. "Here you are, sweet boy". Esmeralda said, gently. "I know it's not much, but you'll benefit from it". "Thank you". Opie said. Esmeralda kissed Opie's cheek. Opie got to eating his roast beef, and mashed potatoes. For some reason, he wasn't hungry. For some reason or another, he didn't want to take in food. He just sat, pushing his food around on his plate. "Are you alright, Opie?". "You hardly touched anything". Andy said, gently. "I'm fine, Pa". Opie said, quietly. He pushed the mashed potatoes, and green beans around on his plate. "Oh, well, alright". Andy said. Andy hoped to get in some conversation, as he didn't feel like eating either.
"I know today was a hard day at the precinct". Esmeralda said, gently. "So many phone calls to make, so many citations to give out". "It must've been difficult". "It was difficult". Andy said, quietly. "I'm sorry, I just am not feeling so swell today". "No, that's quite alright". Esmeralda said, gently. "I know it's been a difficult day". "Perhaps what we need is some ice cream". She took their plates, they finished a fair amount of their food. "Some Neapolitan can help us". Esmeralda said, gently. She took out the ice cream, putting some in a bowl for Andy and Opie. "Here you are, gentlemen". She chuckled a bit. "Thank you, dear". Andy said, as they both kissed one another on the lips. They ate their ice cream, as Esmeralda cleaned up. "That was a delicious dinner, Ezzy". Opie said. "Thank you, sweetie". Esmeralda said, gently. "I'm glad you enjoyed it". Opie ate his ice cream, only eating a bit of it. He then retired to his room.
Andy ate all of his ice cream. "Luckily", he thought, "I ate all of what I could". He then stood up, helping Esmeralda with putting things away. "That was lovely". Andy said, helping to put the silverware away. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, dollop". Esmeralda said, seductively. "I know today was difficult". "I hate when my big strong, man feels sad". "Know that I'm always here to alleviate your pain". "My love". She whispered in his ear, putting a hand on his chest. "Yes, I know". Andy said, romantically as well. They both chuckled, as Esmeralda and Andy shared a kiss. It was a long, passionate, romantic kiss that had much class to it. At one point, however, Esmeralda bit Andy's tongue, playfully. "Ouch". Andy said, a bit concerned. "It's ok, dear". "It's all in good fun". Esmeralda said, gently. She had worked to get Andy out of his comfort zone every now, and again. She knew he could be anxious, or depressed now and then. They kept kissing, as Esmeralda took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. "I think you deserve something sweet after a hard day such as this". Esmeralda said, seductively. They went to the bedroom, as Esmeralda closed the door. She didn't lock it, she just closed it a tiny bit.
They kept kissing, as they drew in closer, and closer to one another. Closer, closer, and closer they drew to one another, as Esmeralda unbuttoned Andy's shirt, then undid his pants. Andy took a deep breath, becoming nervous, as he took down his pants. They kissed with elegance, with passion, as their tongues curled around one another. Andy slipped off Esmeralda's dress, as she revealed the wonder. It was her lacy silk bra, and her lace panties. Fancy, elegant, rich, belonging to that of a woman. He still kissed her, curling his tongue around her tongue. "Go on, dollop". Esmeralda whispered, seductively. Andy lightly touched Esmeralda's lace lingerie, unhooking her bra. He also lowered her panties. They both kissed, as they both became naked. They kissed with passion, they kissed with a delightful allure, as Andy felt the love, felt the addiction only grow. This addiction, this passion, overtook his depression in that moment. It overran his curiosity toward death, as he kissed Esmeralda's lips. They both got in Andy's bed.
He felt her body against his, as she curled her tongue around his. He felt her love flow over him, as he felt the kiss become even more comforting, even more passionate. The kiss seemed to comfort him, the kiss, the taste of her cherry red lips, the taste of her in general, the feeling of her vagina, and the comfort of her breasts, so plump, so marrow, as Andy squeezed them. The feel of her breasts was so...elegant, so comforting. Andy could drown in Esmeralda's breasts. The feeling of love, so deep, and comforting, was healing to Andy. The love healed his broken, scarred heart, and corrupt soul. He felt comforted, and healed by Esmeralda.
Esmeralda, on the other hand, felt the feeling of a man's, Andy's reproductive organ in hers. She felt so, at home. Andy gave her good sex, and the tingly feeling, the feeling of hard, warm, long, and chilled was so addicting to Esmeralda. With Andy's lips pressed against hers, she could barely catch her breath, or slow down to breathe. She caught her breath, breathing as she felt Andy kiss up and down her neck. She lightly touched his bare chest, his muscular core, as he kept kissing her, squishing his lips against hers. Esmeralda stretched out, breathing, gasping for breath, as she felt a fetish for sex. She loved the tingly feeling. She loved the warm, hard, long feeling of a sex organ in her vagina. She felt Andy's hands on her breasts, as she felt his lips curl around hers. She laid back, receiving, as Andy gave. They both were addicted to sex, and the feeling that sex brought. For Andy, sex was the healing, and the nullifier for his severe depression, and sadness he felt.
For Esmeralda, it was a feeling of freedom, and the high sex drive she had. She could do it 14 times a day if she had to, she felt. Esmeralda felt Andy's kiss against her lips, as she felt his organ in hers. They both smiled, chuckling a bit, as the sheets rustled about them, and over them, while they kissed. They kissed with their own slice of passion, with their own slice of heaven. They kissed, feeling the love mount over them. Andy felt coerced, felt endowed with this new line of healing he experienced. This was magic. This was healing, and when the tingly feeling was all over, he and Esmeralda just laid there, kissing. Just kissing, as they went, pressing their lips to one another.
"That was a start". Esmeralda said, laying on Andy's bare chest when it was all over. She sighed a bit, out of breath. "It certainly was". Andy said. "I'm happy you enjoyed it, although". "I'm more happy you enjoyed it". Esmeralda said, gently, kissing Andy on the lips.
"Hold on, one second". Andy said, seeing a shadow come upon his doorway. "Who's over there?". "It looks like someone's there". "Is there?". Esmeralda asked. "Yes, I believe so". Andy said. "I think I see someone". Right there, standing in the doorway, with his full-body, car pajamas on, was little Opie.
Andy looked out at Opie as Opie just stood there, looking at his dad, and Esmeralda, while only a bedsheet covered them. "What's going on, Opie?". "Now, do you need somethin?". Andy asked. "No, Pa, I'm fine". Opie said, just looking on at the both of them. "Get along now, Opie". "Get ready for bed". Andy instructed. "Yes, Pa". Opie said, holding his teddy bear. He walked out of the room, closing the door to Andy's bedroom. "You don't think he saw us, do you?". Esmeralda asked, in a concerned whisper. "I sure hope he didn't, although he was standing there, as if he had seen the whole thing". Andy said. "Oh, well, perhaps later on, I'll speak with him, just to make sure he's doing alright". Esmeralda whispered. "I know it's quite situational when a young child sees two people in love, handling their business". "That's why maybe it's a good idea to have Opie out of the house when we're making love". Andy said.
"But then again, where would he go?". "Barney is busy with his persuasion, Aunt Bee is away, I can't have him at the jail by himself". "This is a tough one". Andy said. "Mm, I think I know what would help". Esmeralda said, in a gentle whisper. She laid down on her side, holding her head up with her elbow. They were in a comfortable position, engaging in their nightly pillow talks. "Yes?". Andy asked. "We could take a trip to Sanibel Island, just the both of us". Esmeralda whispered. "We'll leave on a Thursday, come back on a Sunday". "I would like that". "Wouldn't you?". "I think that would be swell". Andy said. "We'll make some time for ourselves". "Mm, yes of course". "We'll bring Opie along on our next family trip to Maui". Esmeralda said. "Doesn't that sound delightful, doodlebug?". She booped Andy on the nose. "It does, indeed". Andy said, as they both chuckled. They both kissed, curling, touching their lips against one another. Andy felt Esmeralda's lips against his very own. He felt her tongue against his. Their love was prominent.
Later on, Esmeralda fell asleep on Andy's chest. She fell asleep as he kissed her on the lips. While she was asleep, Andy felt the fear return. He felt the sadness return. He knew things were going to get better, however. This new love, this new woman would heal him.
Barney was out on the porch, smoking, and having a bowl of ice cream, as he read the station's payroll script. "Well, I'll be!". He said, astonished as he read the payroll. "Knightman only put in a third of the percent". "That rascal!".
"Honey, aren't you coming to bed?". Thelma asked. "If you wish to". She moved her hand about on the sheets. "Yes, I'll be in, right away, darlin". Barney said, putting his cigarette out. He got up from the porch chair, walking into their bedroom. "You look swell". Barney said, as he saw Thelma wearing her silk negligee. "Oh, thank you, dear". Thelma said, shifting a bit, brushing the sheets with her hand. "Come impress me, as every good man, should". "I'd be happy to". Barney said, taking his shirt off. Soon, he was only in his boxers. The two of them began kissing, curling their lips, their tongues around one another. They kissed, as Thelma put a hand on Barney's bare chest. They still laid, kissing. "You wouldn't think me less sexy if I used a breathing pump come time to sleep, would you?". Barney asked. "Honey, I keep telling you, stop smoking". Thelma said, putting a hand on Barney's bare chest. "Smoking will decrease our likelihood of getting pregnant". Thelma said. "I guess you're right". Barney said. They both chuckled, as they kept kissing. Barney felt Thelma's tongue against his very own. He slipped off her silk negligee. She slipped off his boxer shorts, as his organ was revealed. They both kissed, kissed with a passionate muse, kissed with a sense of delicacy, as they drew in close, closer to one another. Their kissing was met with the passionate underfire of sex, as they kept going.
Barney had never felt more content with anyone than he had with Thelma. Thelma was his muse. Thelma was his magic. They both kept kissing with the allure of sex. This kissing would last them a lifetime. This love would last them a lifetime.