Author's Notes: Although I will be updating some of my other stories soon, I'm trying to focus on this story and complete it so I can devote more time to some of my other series. Thank you everyone for your kind reviews, reviews are greatly appreciated.

Part 14

Age 12 Years 9 Months

When they returned from Memphis, neither Jack nor Samantha was happy to see that Billy Watkins had been released and was back in the orphanage. As the newlywed couple swept past the staff and residents, they quickly made their way up to Jack's room. Up in the attic they discovered that it had been ransacked and the records all smashed. Although Jack wasn't saying anything, Samantha could tell he was upset. Quietly she disappeared for a moment, then reappeared after she had gotten in her suitcase.

"Jack, I know how upset you are right now. Even though you have said I can use your money anytime, I wanted to get you a wedding gift with my own money. Here," Samantha told him thrusting the large flat record cover at him.

Turning to Samantha, Jack was surprised and pleased that Samantha had bought him a wedding gift. When he saw the album, he burst out laughing. It read The Konstinappolis Quartet, and had a picture of Konstantine's sons on the cover. Turning the phonograph upright amongst the mess, Jack put the album on and swept his bride into his arms. Even Billy's petty attempt to violate Jack's space wasn't going to put a damper on Jack's happiness. After dancing to several interesting renditions of well known song's Konstantine's sons had recorded, the couple reluctantly went downstairs for dinner.

Sitting at the large dining table amid the other residents, Jack and Samantha looked longingly at one another. The terrible table manners of the other residents and their inane conversation made Jack and Samantha long for the intimate suppers with Mamma and Poppa looking on dotingly. Worse still, they had to remain at the table for a certain length of time and would have to endure television time in the rec room. Having not made love since early that morning, the couple was very anxious to be alone.

After dinner, Jack and Samantha sat together in the rec room on the floor. As the hour of television began and the other residents chattered and watched intensively, Samantha and Jack watched one another intensely. Crossing his arms, Jack subtlety caressed the side of Samantha's breast. As his subtle caress aroused her, Samantha bit the inside of her cheek to keep from moaning. She couldn't wait until the television hour was over to have him, she needed him now.

Leaning over, she whispered in his ear, "Jack I want you right now."

"We have to sit this out."

"I'm going to pretend to go to the bathroom, meet me in the linen closet in a couple minutes," she whispered. When Jack hesitated, she softly whimpered in his ear, "Please, I'm so wet."

Noting the wide eyed look he gave her and the way he moved to conceal his erection, Samantha knew he would follow and stood up. No one said anything as she left the room, nor when Jack followed barely two minutes later. As the couple slipped out, neither noticed the intent stare Billy gave them. Several minutes later when the pair hadn't returned, Billy scowled and went to find them. Something was up between those two still and he wasn't about to stand for it, apparently trashing the freak's books and records hadn't gotten the point across.

In the linen closet, Jack's mouth met Samantha's as they desperately struggled to get undressed enough to touch one another. As Jack's fingers teased inside her panties, Sam's hand found his zipper and found he had left his underwear off. Pulling his wife's panties to the side, Jack ground against her wetness teasingly for a moment. But Samantha's needs were too urgent to wait and she demanded he take her.

"Jack!" Samantha whimpered.

Slowly pushing inside her, Jack wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed one of the shelves to brace them as they began to move. Samantha bit Jack's neck and urged him to go harder and faster. Rapidly Jack moved against her, as her teeth sank hard into his shoulder to stifle her scream of pleasure. Feeling her tighten around his shaft, Jack knew she was close to her second orgasm and was going to cum with her, when Samantha pulled her legs away from his waist and pushed him away.

Sinking to her knees, she said, "I can't have your cum running down my legs."

When her mouth wrapped around him he gasped with pleasure. Although she had licked him there a couple times on their honeymoon, she'd never done anything like this! Briefly he wondered if Sofia had mentioned this in her last minute talk with Samantha. Konstantine had told him something similar which Jack had planned to try tonight. In the shadowy closet, he watched in amazement as her head hovered over him and drew him closer and closer to the edge. The closet door was open a crack to allow them to leave later, but both were so caught up in the moment, they didn't notice the pair of eyes in the hallway narrowing in hatred.

After finding release, Jack kissed Samantha and insisted she allow him to bring her to pleasure with his fingers one last time before returning. As he caressed her, Jack murmured in her ear the things he planned to do to her later, pushing Samantha over the edge. Finally they returned first Sam and then Jack to the rec room where the television hour was nearly over with. Samantha had to go to her room for bedcheck, but immediately slipped out after to join her husband.

Billy was furious for the time he spent in juvenile jail and intended to get revenge on Sam's precious freak. But after catching a glimpse of them in the linen closet he wanted to kill the Newquay brat. Days away from turning fifteen, the idea that Prince Albert the Prick was having sex while Billy despite his bravado was still a virgin was galling. Maybe the little rich bastard had paid her for her services, a girl like Sam simply couldn't desire the sickly freak over himself. From the shadows, Billy watched as Sam headed up to Newquay's room.

Silently Samantha slipped into he husband's room where he was waiting anxiously for her. Pressing their mouth together they kissed, starved for physical contact as they embraced and held one another. Jack had lit a couple candles they bought in Memphis and the room had a soft glow. Trying to pull Jack onto the bed, Samantha was surprised when he refused her and shook his head.

"Tonight we're going to try something new. Take your nightgown off," Jack ordered.

Slightly embarrassed but excited Samantha did as he told her, then panted, "Now what?"

"Lie in the center of the bed," Jack purred.

When Samantha laid down, Jack moved towards the bed purposefully. Gently, he spread her legs and started to kiss the insides of her thighs. Samantha gasped as Jack's mouth moved upwards and began to tease the moist heat between her thighs. Between her legs, Jack smiled at her sounds of pleasure and from his own pleasure of tasting a woman for the first time. Teasing his bride with his tongue, Jack brought her to the first of several orgasms as he went down on her.

Outside, Billy heard Samantha's cries of pleasure and he became hard. It angered him that Sam was making those sounds because of Prince Albert and even more that her cries aroused him. For several minutes he listened to the sound of her crying out the name she'd given the stupid brat. Then Billy headed back to his room to relieve the tension Sam had built up and to plan how to get rid of Albert Jackson Newquay once and for all.

It was nearly dawn when Samantha started to pull herself out of Jack's bed and to redress. Looking at her husband, she inquired, "Is it too late to get those jobs in Memphis?"

"Afraid we'll have to wait until next quarter's allowance which I get at New Years, but then if you like, of course."

Sitting on the edge of the bed Samantha commented, "I miss Sofia and Konstantine. Do you think that's strange?"

"Not at all," Jack assured her. "I wish you didn't have to leave. You're my wife and I hate that you have to skulk off like we're doing something wrong."

"Well you could always come to my room at night, but since I have to share it might give my roommates an idea that something is going on between us."

After Samantha bent over the bed and kissed Jack goodnight, he lay awake thinking and feeling frustrated. During their honeymoon, he'd become accustomed to having he sleeping next to him. Now sleeping alone felt strange. His birthday was in a couple months, after that he would only have to wait one more year and he could become legally emancipated minor and lay claim to his trust fund.

Last year he finally figured out that his family's money had come from his grandparents who overlooked his parents and left the bulk of their fortune to Jack. While he wouldn't have minded his parents living off the money, he objected to their living off his money and treating him the way they did. As soon as he was legally emancipated he could buy a house and a few months later, secure emancipation for Samantha and then marry her again legally. It was appalling that his parents lived apart by choice on his fortune and that he couldn't sleep with his own wife for a full night.

Over then next couple of weeks, Jack and Samantha spent every moment together they could. Making love throughout the night until Samantha had to return to her room and sneaking in some daring quickies at the risk of being caught. The newlyweds hated the large amounts of time spent in the presence of others and that they were forced apart. Jack smuggled roses in for Samantha one evening and she burst out crying.

"Darling, what's wrong?"

"I miss being able to be with you and I miss our special place with the roses," Samantha sobbed clinging to Jack tightly. Then added, "And my father is getting a hotel here for Christmas next week and expects me to spend Christmas with him. I hate this being with you but not being with you Jack. Everyday hurts more and more!"

"Sshhh," Jack murmured comfortingly. "You are my wife and nothing and no one will ever change that, will it?"

"No."

"If you like we can leave next month. I love you."

"Even when I'm all emotional and weepy?" Samantha asked him tearily.

Smiling at her, he told her, punctuating each word with a kiss, "Love, patience and understanding."

"You're the best husband in the world," Samantha told him kissing him. "I love you Jack."

"And you are the most wonderful wife any man could ever ask for. I'll love you until the stars grow cold," Jack vowed.

Gently he kissed his wife and caressed her tenderly. Outside in the hallway, Billy stood having followed Sam and heard the exchange. An evil smile crossed his face...