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Lightening and thunder roared overhead as Hank awoke with a start. He looked over at the clock and it was 11 pm already. Five minutes turned into five hours. He yawned and stood up, stretching and scratching his back. What the hell happened? He thought as he looked around and peeked out the window, was that letter real or was it just a dream? He tried to turn on the lamp beside the bed but nothing happened. He went to the light switch in the bathroom, but the light did not come on. Perfect, the power was out. He looked all around the floor for the letter and spied it hiding under the bedside table. He picked it up and un-crinkled it, reading the words once more, the best he could in the flashes that shined through the blinds of the bedroom. He sighed. It wasn't a dream! He put the letter on the bed and walked to the hallway, listening to the rain beat heavily on the house outside. The darkness was thick and it was hard to see anything. Hank felt along the wall until he came to the edge of the hallway.

"Mr. Hill? Is that you?" Hank's heart fell to the floor. Kate was sitting on the couch looking out the sliding glass door as the rain poured down outside and the lightening crashed around loudly in the sky.

"Oh Kate, ya scared me!" He chuckled deeply. Just outside the glass doors lightening cracked, illuminating the living room for a moment and lighting her up as well. Hank found his way to the sofa and sat on the farthest end away from her.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She asked, an air of calm in her voice.

"Yip, it sure is," He said looking out the window with her. Hank stared at her, the lightening sending a bright flash of light to reveal her in a simple white cotton knee length night gown with pearl buttons that clasped to her throat and long sleeves. It was breathtaking. She looked like an angel with her hair to her round hips with soft curls framing her face.

"I love rain storms," She said with a thick, mesmerized voice. Hank sat silently and put his head in his hands. "Are you alright, Mr. Hill?"

"I'm fine. How about you, kid?" He asked as he rubbed his eyes. She laughed a little and scooted closer to him.

"Well, I have to say I have looked better, but other than the busted up face, I'm pretty good. I saw Bobby's interim. I'm really proud of him," She stated, folding her knees Indian style. "He is a great kid, I have to say." Hank smiled a bit and leaned back on the couch.

"Peggy… She… She left me," Hank stammered. Kate didn't look surprised, she just looked sympathetic. Her eyes became careworn and warm. Hank's head fell into his hands. Even though he no longer loved Peggy, she was still his wife for twenty years. He did feel a little down. "She was having an affair…"

"With Mr. Gribble…" She finished his sentence and Hank looked up at her.

"How did you know?" He asked wondering what she had seen to make her know that information

"Well, remember the first day I got here?" Hank nodded. "Well, I saw him crawling out of a window and leaping over the fence to his house and then later on that night I saw he and Mrs. Hill sharing a quite passionate kiss. Then over the past few weeks, I've seen the strange behavior a normal married woman doesn't have. Very obvious. I also knew that you knew," She touched Hank's hand sweetly.

"How?"

"The way you acted when you'd see Mr. Gribble. The way you acted toward Mrs. Hill. The way you acted towards me. Clinging to the first stranger who walked in to your life with no rhyme or reason, except the loneliness," She looked down and away from Hank's prying stare. Hank was taken aback. She thought that he only wanted her because of what was happening in his life. He was sure it was more than that.

"Kate, that's not why… Is that what you think? Is that why you have been so distant?" He asked. Kate didn't make eye contact with him. He touched her warm cheek with the back of his hand and turned her face to his. "That's not why," She blushed and he smiled.

"You know, you really are something," Hank said, admiring her many great attributes. "That's why,"

"I'm something…" She laughed. "If I had a nickel for every time I've heard that."

"Well, you know what you are. You know that you are beautiful, smart, kind, funny, and tougher than nails. I mean you can take a punch better than Dale Gribble any ol' day!"

"Yeah," She rubbed her face. "Guess I got a face like a brick," she giggled and knocked on her forehead. "Beautiful… I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder. You know, ones man's trash is another man's treasure."

"Don't let that little giblet head make you think you are any less of a person. I can tell you that that guy is a nobody and he'll always be that. And the girl he cheated on you with is probably no prize," Hank felt comfortable talking to her. She made him feel safe, like all of the secrets were going to stay secrets.

Kate sighed and rested her chin in her hand, thunder rumbling in the distance.

"Are YOU okay? I mean have you told Bobby yet? I'm sure he has no idea. I've been trying my hardest to keep him busy and away from the… things happening between Mr. Gribble and Mrs. Hill," she said as she rubbed her temples. Maybe that's why she was being distant too. She was so busy keeping Bobby away from seeing everything.

"I'm fine, I suppose, but yeah, Bobby. I don't know what to tell him. It's going to be hard, but I guess if I don't tell him, he'll find out from Joseph," Hank groaned.

"Just be honest with him," She rested her head on his shoulder. He inhaled her sweet perfume. The scent took him back to the day on the trail. The feel of her smooth silky thighs wrapped around his hips, the devastatingly delicious feel of her body grinding so dangerously close to his manhood. Her pert, supple breasts bouncing on her chest as she leaned back against the rocks and wet stones that lined the cave, Hank couldn't help taking a handful to massage, the weight pleasing and sensual in his fingers. He kissed her white throat and nipped the flesh on her collar bone softly. Her nails raked red tracks on his skin, moans and cries of pleasure echoed vividly in his mind as they became tangled in something more than sex. They could have been one. He could have made sweet passionate love to her right there that day. Damn their consciences.

He looked down at her and could feel his heart beating ferociously inside his ribcage. She nuzzled him sweetly and adjusted her feet from underneath her to cross legged , in the process, knocking Hank's glasses to the floor.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she said as Hank felt around the floor for them.

"It's okay. I just can't see that well in the dark," He said as he got on his hands and knees looking for the lost glasses. "Oh here they are. Under the couch." Hank put them on his face and came up unknowingly between her legs. He looked up at her and she peered down at him, a familiar look pasted on her normally innocent features. A heat hit Hank in the face and his passion was obvious from the bulge in his pants. Lightening flashed in the distance, igniting the room and bathing it in blue light, making her look even more stunning than usual. She shook her hair back and shifted uncomfortably in a shy manner, but her eyes betrayed her as they often had before. Hank could see her need. His fingers trembled violently as they met the soft, downy flesh of her knee and trailed carefully to mid- thigh. He looked at her, her beauty in full bloom, that same trembling hand touched the bruise on her face, caressing it sweetly, admiring her at the same time. Her eyes fluttered gently at his touch and her own hand came to meet his, rubbing the hot skin with her fingertips. The air was electrified around them and Hank could almost taste her, he could almost feel her lips on his. She pulled him closer to her and nuzzled his cheek. Oh god, he thought. It was almost impossible for him to control these feelings any longer. In his mind, the animal in him really wanted to grab her, throw her on the floor, rip her clothes off and show her things she's never experience, but the lover in him wanted to feel her, to kiss her, to taste her, to memorize every moment they were together. The lover in him wanted only to please her, this angel he'd come to… love.

He pulled her to the floor gently and she giggled, making Hank choke out a chuckle. He hovered over her still chuckling quietly as she placed a finger over his lips, silently shushing him. His face became serious as did hers. She caressed his cheek and looked at him as though waiting for him to make the move. So he did, he closed the space and met her lips in a passionate and slow kiss. Their tongues collided in a wave of heat and need and twirled in a maddening ballet of carnal delight. She pushed his hand to her leg and he squeezed it gently, venturing up farther till the exploring hand rested on her hip contemplating its next move. Kate moaned mellifluously into their kiss as a wondering finger slipped into her panties. Hank's mind was swimming. Was this really happening? Was he about to do this? Was he about to cross the line that he never even dreamed off passing? Her hands went to his belt buckle and tugged it roughly, unlatching it from its proper place. Yes, yes he was doing it. He was jumping in feet first, guns a blazing, heart opened and willing to experience everything with her.

Hank pulled her night gown up gently and felt her belly then his fingers trailed up to her supple breasts. No bra, just bare soft skin and stone hard nipples. He squeezed them and rubbed the sweet points causing a whimper of pleasure. It drove him insane to hear this, causing him to pull off his pants quickly and remove her cotton panties. Slow down, Hank, he thought. Take it slow. He kissed her again, deeper and more heatedly this time, as though he was burning alive with the desire. His kisses trailed from her mouth, to her elegant jaw bone, to her throat where he lingered for a moment, running his tongue over the skin there causing her to shiver with pleasure. Hank looked up at her. She was shivering all over.

"Is this… is this alright?" He asked wondering if his skills were good enough for her. Kate smiled and nodded, a breathy "Yes" slipping from her candy mouth.

"Hank, I want you so bad," her fingers dug into his skin on his shoulders. Her age was evident at this point, impatience common in young people, but Hank laughed. This only egged him on further to take it painfully slow. Good things cum in time.

He shushed her and continued his path down her beautiful body, coming to her collar bone, where he kissed and sucked until a small red mark was apparent there. Her fingers entwined through his hair and pushed him further down. He teased her little nipples and nipped them gently, his hands finding their way to the small of her back as she arched to him. Her breasts were exquisite, plump and firm, sitting high on her chest. Her nipples were rose colored and small and fit the size of her breast perfectly. Hank kissed them again, enjoying the warmth he found there and the sound of her heart beating rapidly in her chest. It brought him much satisfaction to know he had this effect on her. The trail continued to her belly button, then right down to her naked hips, intentionally missing her delicious sweet spot between her legs.

"Please…" she whimpered, her eyes rolling back into her head. Hank watched her wiggle around beneath him and smiled. Kate grabbed at his boxers and took him firmly in her hand, stroking the hardness, her inexperience showing through. The innocence was very attractive to Hank considering not very many women were uninhibited these days. He kissed her again deeply. Even in between the passion, something pulled at him, why would she want someone like him? Why would someone so beautiful and so young want someone old and unattractive? He was boggled at the idea of this, but it was happening and it was happening now as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He loved the feeling of her all around him. The smell of her, the taste of her, the sheer sight of her was enough for him really. Hank could wait no longer. Their mouths still entwined in a kiss, he entered her slowly, savoring the feeling of each ridge, each groove and every bump. She arched her back in pleasure and moaned quietly, into his throat. Her fingers met the sensitive skin of his back and then to his hair. Hank's face contorted in agonizing gratification when she bit down roughly on his neck to muffle her own screams. That would definitely leave a mark tomorrow, he thought. The feeling that consumed him was devastatingly intense, her nails leaving crescent moon shapes on his shoulders as she gripped on to him for dear life. He could feel her body squeezing and choking him, holding him tightly as he thrust inside of her slowly. Who knew you could find paradise at the apex of glorious sopping, creamy thighs? She gasped loudly, her head turning back and forth as her release neared. Hank watched in ecstasy as she bit her bottom lip, her body bending and shaking uncontrollably. It was a beautiful sight to behold, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his entire life by far. A violent sensation shot through his body as they neared climax together quickly. Then it happened, a sudden explosion, a brutal eruption, a passionate and vicious climactic culmination of emotion tossing the two of them head first into a proverbial chasm of delicious release.

Hank and Kate, together at last, panting like maniacs, colliding in love. They laid entwined on the living room floor sharing kisses of contentment and satisfaction.