Chp 15 Easter bunny wishes

I watch the waves break on the sand, I watch the gulls soar, meandering the world looking for a bite. It's been nearly a month since evil died in Puget Sound, runover and chewed up by a cargo freighter. No one attended his funeral or paid for a mass in his name. I let the cooling days of Easter week chase the tourist from my beach, Glen beach. My perfect slice of heaven. I watch the hot bodied carpenter on the newly rebuild beach house, one down, building a redwood gazebo. Hand carving the birds and flower motifs in the support braces.

The Family matrons have decreed everyone stay away for Easter. It's a strange thought after so long, to accept anyone having my best interest in their true heart. They believe each of the couples and groups need personal space; i.e... Sexual healing. That fine for the couples, not so good for me. I've yet to find my Mr. Darcy as Anna crows. I watch the Carpenter carve on redwood, maybe some DYI is needed, or some vocational arts lessons.

The Christian and Anna are touring Prince Edward Island; where Anna Grey is looking for Anna of Green Gables. Jason and Gail are meeting them in Quebec after cruising the Trans-Canada Railway from Vancouver.

Elliot and Kate are surfing the Fiji shores. Grace and Carrick are meandering a bike tour of the north coast of the Netherlands after Carrick successful anti-Slavery case at The Hague. Frankie and Charlotte are lost in a Disney-world overloaded while Ray and Alexandria recapture their youthful glee in mouseville. I suspect Frankie is more chaperone than Ray this week.

Abby and T. G. Are touring Napa wine country in California. Roz and Gwen are cruising on China's Yellow River. Andrea is held captive by Starship Captain Barney at the Star Trek Weekend in Dreary Dull Paris France.

While my daughter has abandoned me for wild child Mia Grey week in tedious Miami Beach; abandoned me for art shows, fashion shows and hot bodies on the classic white beaches. I fear my child has drank the Mia Grey's Kool-Aid and taken to be a fashionista/man hunting tigress. She sends Instagram pics of everything, EVERYTHING.

I just lay on Glen beach and watch the bronzed god carve wood on the new Gazebo. Camp Bay never looked so good or hot. The People who owned the house, were stuck up assholes, who went broke. They burned down the house for the insurance money. They failed at that too. The new owners are some Australian mining company.

The bronzed brown-haired god is taking his shirt off again. I looked yesterday with my bird watch glasses. He has scars, but they make him look hotter. Even the faint scar from the bridge of his nose to near his jaw can't break his model good looks. I wet. I may need a dip to cool off the overheated nether regions.

He looks out to sea, scanning over me, I rub my thighs together. I'm in heat, a horny alley cat needing to be scratched and petted. F#$ ked and sated in blissful love. I need him, yet fear my second sexual encounter in my life. I jump up and dive into the cooling water of winters approach season.

Heading in, playfully body surfing the breaking waves. I tumble in the surf, left by the receding foam, beached on my beach. Looking up into Carpenters hot shirtless body. Dark Green eyes hold me, he reaches down and lifts me up. I weakly hold on to him as he wraps a towel around me. Leading me to the gated steps to my house. I need to speak, say something intelligent, even just grunt. I don't want to break from his embrace. I just stare into intense green eyes; I think they are afire for me? ME!

"I'll pick you up at five for dinner at the Zenzero down Victoria Rd. We have a patio reservation at six. Wear walking shoes, Zeruiah Wilson." His voice is pure sex. I nearly jump into his arms. He turns and walks over to his stairwell.

"Hey! What's your name?" I yell after him.

"David Wrathall, your neighbor. Who you've been spying on most of this week." He smiles and I sit on the step. My knees are weak. I watch his tight ass, six-pack flex. I'm hot for David. He taps his imaginary wrist watch. Shit I'm late already. I jump up and run upstairs to get ready.

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I watch the seals swim bye the bed and breakfast on the north shore of Prince Edward. I watch the birds soar into the setting sun. I watch the shadows engulf and embrace us. Here in this place, in his arms. Wrapped only in a blanket. We made love on the sand in the folds of rugged coastline. I feel everything about us. Heaven is beating me into submission that life is good and brighter. Heaven in his arms. I feel the tiny beating of my little blip. My future little man.

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I crash the Fiji deep blue wave, flipping head over ass into the back of the crest. I sputter up from the depth to a blond bombshell in a hot surfer girl one piece. She sees my eyes, screaming she try to take off. So far, I've ruined eight one-piece suits and four bikinis. She has our CPO on the beach with wraps and sarong to cover my immodesty bestiality on the fair maiden as she speaks to lowly me. The great Elliott sex god GREY. I give chase. Quickly catching and sexing her over the surfboard between the waves.

Life is good and getting better. She said yes to marrying me, starting a family. We are in heaven.

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Screaming down the Animal Kingdom Mt Everest ride. We are ignoring the kid's disapproval of old people making like teenagers. Frankie is particularly chagrined at our antics. We don't care. I'm having fun, Alex is hot and bothered in a tank top and shorts. My hot, hot lady. Chuckie is starting to copy her carefree dresses and easy style. My girls are having a blast.

I worry a little about Anna and now Zee. They are so damaged by the past, so haunted by those who should have loved them unconditional. I spend twenty minutes instructing Wilson Wepener in why he should never ever talk to his granddaughter or great grand daughter ever again. He's retired to a millionaire assisted living community outside Tampa Bay, they specialize in rich Alzheimer's and senility. They can help; him recover from the broken ribs, legs, arms, fingers, and sip thru a straw for his dislocated and broken jaw.

Frankie cheered me on as Ferguson pulled me back. Sharp made sure he survived. The last son Aquila has proven to be dead on as Ella described. As long as his black Amex is good, he doesn't care about anyone in the family. From the medical report I, it's a race to see if STD or Cirrhosis wins him to the grave. He seems unconcerned about anything and everything. But we keep him under watch.

Any one trying my patients will feel dirty in the face as I fill in the hole. I hate letting the darkness invade my life and mind; especially here in Disney-world. I watch the Girls goof about the Yak & Yeti Bhaktapur Market. In a bit we are going on the train to the Conservation Station.

"Ray chill! The guys have the ball, we are here and now with the ladies. Worry in a week when we have to deal with the remains of the Firm and Now Zee companies. Besides if you make the Girls upset, your alone in timeout at our rooms in Disney's Old Key West Resort Villa."

"Alright, it's hard to stop being a parent. Its not easy being me." I gruff as the girls walk up to kiss us, and dance us to the train. Alex grabs my ass, whispering that everything is good and handled she got a sitrep from Welch. We are here in the now, besides at least Anna is safe with Christian feeding here inner book warrior. And Zee is safe sunning on the beach in balmy South Africa, being the relaxed college professor, she truly is.

I watch the kids act their age and we act like them. Disney in love is a great time to be here.

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I watch the clock, he's late. Nearly fifteen minutes. I am about to storm next door and kick his ass.

"Your dates brawling on the beach" Larry my CPO crows. I charge thru the house and down on to the sand. David shirtless is rolling around throwing punches. I walk up; kick his foe in the nuts. They roll apart "What the F ##$K!"

I'm looking at a copy of Dave. He's a twin. Great! Just frigging great.

"You bit ##h. You must be his cu #T for the night." The twin spouts and then rolls in the sand, my heel kick to his nose should stop his foul mouth. As the sand turns red under his face. The CPO's check him. As Dave grabs me from following up.

"Alright break it up, what is with you guy?" From behind me. I turn to a third copy. I must look quizzed?

I feel Dave's arms hold me tighter. The electric current calms and excites me. "Triplets. Walt's the oldest, I'm middle and Miles is the baby. He's going thru a rough bitter divorce. Sorry?" Dave tells me.

Miles staggers to his feet with the CPO's helping him. "Try that again C #" he bellows

"Miles!" A woman yells, I turn my head

"HANNAH!" Anna's PA is walking on the sand holding Dave jacket and shirt. I surge to smack her face, struggle to get out of Asshole players arms. He holds me, seeding kissing under my ear. Short circuiting my rage.

"Zee! Your dating my brother-in-Law! So cool!" Hannah crows as the green monster leaves me. Her brother-in-law. I lean back into my heaven, as his lips tickle my ear lobe.

"You know this C #" Miles tries again. Hannah just decks him. The CPO just drag him into the surf to cool down.

"Sorry about Miles he's going thru a hating all woman phase right now. Bad divorce"

"Not your sisters?"

"God NO! My air head older sister, the teacher, is married to big bad Walt here. Which she said to say to you "the twin girls' diapers are needing your attention." Terrible two-year olds got spoiled by Grandma W hippie carrot cake cookies." She laughs as Walt shaking his head out. He heads inside to diaper duty. We all laugh at his grumbling retreat.

"Be advised twins roll in the family. Walt and Terry have six kids by three births; six, four and two; four girls and two boys. Now a car will take you two to dinner. Derek called says his girls are waiting with wet tongue to thank Dr. Dave here. Shoo, shoo I've got angst boy to deal with." Dave takes me thru the house, where he introduces his parents, Hannah parents and the new Housekeeper, Hannah cousins, and her husband.

In the car is the first chance I get to ask questions. "DR. David what do you do for a living?"

"Mmmm? I've not settled down, kind of a professional student."

"Try again?"

"Well? I do a bit of research with my Veterinary Doctor License, bit of pro-sports refereeing on my Umpiring License, occasional coaching on my Secondary School Sports Certification, helping the family business with my MBA, last year I was teaching Electrical/machinery in mining at a junior college in Alberta on my Electrical Engineer BA. I also occasional work on my newest Sport Medicine Physical Therapist Degree. What do you do?"

"Try again?"

"come on; that's all!" He sweats, I know there is more. I wait him out.

"I do a little woodworking and carving, write and publish poems and occasional do some Fan fiction writing mostly Twilight."

"I manage a small group of me, on my Doctorate World History Degree specializing in Renaissance Tapestry and Textiles; I teach a summer class in Milan this year."

We pull up to the Restaurant. A over the top extrovert male in a shirt so loud it hurts my eyes, opens the door, I bet this is Derek.

"Dr Dave. Glad to see you. Your table is ready. HA here my girls" he gleeful cheers. As a Poodle-doodle and a Labradoodle bound up to us. Jumping up to lick our faces. I revel in the unconditional love a dog gives. As I watch my man light up in happiness.

"Yes, you were right. The little scamps were sneaking jelly fishes off the beach. Upsetting their little stomachs. Now all better. Come I have a nice wine and some of my grandmother anti-pasta. She was from the true Tuscan Italian around Milan." Derek leads us to a patio table with a breathtaking view of Camp Bay beach. Sitting side by side we revel in the breaking shadows of dusk.

A nice white wine and a delicious plate of mini Focaccia with stracciatella and prosciutto, pesto and fresh herbs. Calamarata pasta filled with a mix of mince fegatino; in which pork Liver is substituted for a certain portion of the fat, orange zest and Fennel flowers add to the darker color of the pate like meat. Pine nuts and cheeses round out the filling.

I munch on the ambrosia. We chat about everything except family. We are matched pair of lost souls. I mellow into his arms. My world is shrinking to just us, just me and him. I can't wait to see him blooms with Ella as his daughter.

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We walked on the beach home, enjoying the moon, the surf. The easy light conversation. We kissed on the steps, before I headed in alone. I want him, but we just met. I think the next date will be the one I bring him home and fu ##k his brains out. I watch the surf in the moon light. Tomorrow can't get here fast enough.

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Next morning: Camp Bay Glen beach:

I wake from intense dreams of David. Of our bodies entwined. Of sexual fantasy I've only seen on Hallmark. I wake to a dream of Ella and us cruising thru our world roller-coaster buck list. That she will have a father worthy of her. I can't wait to introduce them.

Last night on the beach we talked about my daughter, my family. Some of his; His Parents like Hannah are a Mining Engineer and Geologist team; accept his dad is the Geologist and Mom in the engineer. Her family has been mining since they emerged from Kompania Węglowa coal mine in the 1800's.

They settled in the Boer region up north. Till a Way wander Geologist from an Australia mining machinery family ran over her foot in Christchurch, while they were both on Holiday from University. The two sound like an older version of Mia and Luke, with a dose of Elliott and Kate. I can't wait to met them for a longer show.

David and his brother were raised with Hannah and her sisters and brothers in the mining camps around the world. Her older sister and Walt were a couple since they were in diapers. A large extended family, full of angst and love. Like my brother's family. Like my world now, bright sun seeps into my eye lids.

I feel tickling on my foot. I peek an eye; my daughters bright happy smile.

"You're awake, Hannah tells me your hot for Carpenter. Care to explain?" She teases me. I languidly stretch and grab her. Pulling her into my arms and the blankets. Tickling her. Like we did when she was younger.

"Hot for Professional Student, working Easter Break as hot, hot Carpenter. David is everything to me. You'll love meeting him."

"Sorry been their done that. David is great, waiting downstairs for breakfast with us. Get a move on mommy dearest." She smirks at me. I start to rise, when a thought hits me.

"how did you get here so fast?"

"I was on the beach in Miami. Listening to Mia and Luke talk about the great holidays they had with parents. Looking at the hot bodied boys, when I realized I want those memories. I want those Memories to tell my children, my grand-kids. How cool and strong you are. So? I hopped a flight to be here with you." she tells me, as tears fall.

I take her in my arms and love her with all my heart. My sensitive daughter, how like here namesake. I rock her. These are happy tears we are shedding. I know mom is watching with dad in heaven. Christian believe she, they directed Anna to him. I believe they have returned my daughter and given me a chance with David.

After I shower and Ella talks about her Miami escapades. We walk into four-season sun room. To a hot carpenter munching on a croissant. He rises at our entrance. The gentleman.

We sit and talk like a family. I marvel at how easy Ella gravitates to him, making me happy she's here and we are moving forward.

"Well, I have to work this morning finishing up the Gazebo. The pool is heated and nice. You won't need your spy glasses to ogle me. Ella is going into town with the females to get presents for my birthday tomorrow" David smiles.

"I should go with them, get you something special."

"No, you're staying where I can watch you. That's my birthday present. You and only you Zee. Everything else is icing; I like icing but I want the cake more. The real you, besides I get inspired under your hot, hot gaze. Maybe a little pool break, maybe an oral exam or too." He overheats me. I turn bright red at his words. Looking about Ella is gone?

"Ella?"

"She left a while ago, mumbling about overheated adults. Something about Grey hormones?"

"My brother and his wife Anna. Are leading the charge in global warming from lust, love and sexual friction."

"I that case Zee, feel free to go suit optional, I should warn you the adults are a clothing optional herd. The grandparents were retro hippies. Hannah sister and Walt are nudist. So, don't be shocked."

"Are you a nudist; you can explain the lifestyle to me while you work. But first I seem to have spilled this marmalade on my body; I need a shower. I don't think I can reach it to clean up?" I smirk as I smear orange jelly on my neck. He rises taking me in his arms.

"up the stairs third room on the left." He takes me to bed; I don't think the Gazebo is getting finished this morning. God, his tongue is heaven on my skin.

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Ella:

I watch the upstairs window, as sexual screams echo. I feel Hannah arm around me. "You'll get use to them."

I turn and loose it in her arms. My mother has found love and a soulmate. She is healed and complete. My world has shifted and is right and good for the first time in my life. "mom deserved him"

"He's a great guy, really happy Zee found him. Saved him from his lonely life."

"lonely?"

"David was always different, always reading, doing. He was always more comfortable alone then with anyone. His granddad said he was born under a broken moon; that his soulmate would show when he needed her the most. He needs Zee to be happy, safe. My fallen brother has never loved, been with anyone. He never till Zee thought he needed anyone. Now he has her and you little scamp"

"Why would he feel unsafe?" I fixate on that word.

"When he was ten, there was a fire in a molybdenum mine in Utah. Everyone ran out, he and granddad ran in. They were pulling people out when the roof caved in. Trapping them, mine truck full cells exploded. David was trapped in the mine with the dead and dying for two days, including his grandfather. The scars are from explosions, he was in Hospital for three months. He went the first day out of the hospital into the mine and stayed there all shift. Refusing to give into fear."

I realize how alike the two are. David and mom; strong in the face of fear. Lonely in heart, well not any longer. "Ok, lets get shopping. What can we get them to turn beet-red?"

"Well, The Adults want to sneak into Matildas; Sexy toys and costumes. Want to crash them, get the duo something to play with?"

"yea! Hell yea! Let's get them sexy costumes; teachers in love. Got to love the kinky as Mia says!" we giggle heading out with the other women. Just like Anna group, except these women are all Kate and Mia. I nearly pee myself in laughter. Anna going to fit right in with them.

note: I've been repeatedly told a Poodle doodle is a doodle mix where the only certain recognizable breed is the poodle, thus a mutt mixed with a poodle. sorry for the confusion.

I try not to go to far afield in the subplots; but want to make the characters whole and with depth. Sometimes it leads to confusion of pov, or why I add these things. They are just dreams floating in my head, sub-stories desperate to get out to make the main store richer and more insightful. please enjoy the stories, write reviews at anytime you think you need to. deaconlost. 4/25/19