LOVE IS ALL AROUND
'You gave your promise to me, and I gave mine to you…'
'Love is All Around' - Reg Presley and the Troggs
One good turn deserves another.
The Starskys had invited the Hutchinson twins, Ollie and DC, over for dinner, games and the night.
Starsky was rolling meatballs made from the recipe given to him by the owner of the Italian restaurant that had been below his grandma's apartment in Brooklyn. Sivvy was making a cauldron sized vat of linguine. Kenny and DC were busy setting out the train set, and grudgingly agreeing to let Ollie and Bella play too.
With the freedom allotted to them, Hutch had taken his best girl to Huggy's Bar.
Becca was in the ladies room, adding a bit of colorless gloss to her lips.
She gave a kind of half grin, half grimace into the mirror.
She had come a long way from the insecure young woman who had fallen over and fell in love with Ken Hutchinson at first sight and never fell out of it for one nanosecond.
She still regarded it as a miracle.
There were moments, not many but still a few, when that insecurity resurrected itself and bumped against her heart.
What the hell had Huggy done tonight? Thrown a hot, sexy,, tall, blue-eyed, long-haired, blonde, lanky Female-athon at the bar?
Every woman there seemed to be a Hutch Special. Or what used to be a Hutch Special.
And here she was, all 5 foot 4 inches of her, dark red shoulder length hair, stormy blue grey eyes, decidedly not beanpole.
Hutch's great-grandma's engagement ring on her finger. She touched it with her right pointer finger and walked into the main room of the bar.
It was like a spotlight was shining. Creating a halo around a lighthouse beacon of corn-colored flax.. A one-man strobe light.
Hutch's hair and Hutch himself were at one of the front tables this time. Long legs stretched out . Turquoise blue shirt that was almost sinful against his golden skin. Surrounded by two or three of the blonde predators that were practically eating him up with their eyes.
As Becca slowly approached, she heard one of the women say, " Hey, gorgeous, Is that seat taken?" Pointing to the empty one by Hutch's side.
Hutch lifted his sky blue orbs into the woman's hopeful ones.
"It is," he replied in almost a cowboy's drawl.
"Any chance," the woman persisted, "in getting you to change your mind?"
"Nope. No chance in hell."
His eyes swiveled and saw Becca. Hutch patted the chair and dipped his head toward her.
Becca's heart swelled. No, she wouldn't sniffle. She wouldn't let Hutch know how one of her insecurities had come so very close to surfacing.
She slid into the chair, ignored the hostile look from the blonde, and extravagantly repolished her wedding ring.
Hutch reached out his hand. "Dance?"
They stood up just as Huggy, who had been eyeballing the entire scene, pushed a button on the jukebox.
'I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes….Love is all around me, and so the feeling grows…'
"Those oldies get me every time," murmured Hutch, holding his kitten close.
They left early. Arrived home around midnight.
Becca was all for the bedroom, or the couch, or the kitchen floor. The sooner the better.
But Hutch led her to the small backyard next to their greenhouse.
He took the garden hose and started filling the tiny kiddie pool.
"Good thing I had that taller fence built," he remarked. 'Good fences make good neighbors', as Robert Frost said.
"Did Robert Frost have a kiddie pool?" asked Becca, shucking down to her bra and underwear.
Hutch was wearing briefs tonight. Deliciously snug ones. As if he had planned this beforehand.
He pulled Becca into the pool. They overflowed it. She squeaked.
"Are you squeaking at the cold water, or at this?" Hutch sat her on his lap.
"Mmmmmm", was all Becca said.
They lay half reclining in the water, not speaking for a few minutes. There was a glorious full moon, twinkling stars from a smogless night, the smell of lilacs from the greenhouse.
"Look at the two of us here, in this kiddie pool," said Hutch finally. "You know, we could build a hot tub here instead. Big enough for my legs."
"Don't want one," said Becca.
"We do have money, you know."
"Don't need it."
"You are the wife of a man who has a very wealthy family. We have a lot - a sinful lot - of money of our own."
"Don't care."
Hutch raised himself, sloshing water. "You know, you are the poorest excuse for the wife of a multi-millionaire that I've ever seen in my life."
"You complaining?"
"Not me. Can we go inside now? Your panties are getting transparent. Sexier than when they're off."
"At last, an offer I can't refuse."
End
LOVE IS ALL AROUND
'You gave your promise to me, and I gave mine to you…'
'Love is All Around' - Reg Presley and the Troggs
One good turn deserves another.
The Starskys had invited the Hutchinson twins, Ollie and DC, over for dinner, games and the night.
Starsky was rolling meatballs made from the recipe given to him by the owner of the Italian restaurant that had been below his grandma's apartment in Brooklyn. Sivvy was making a cauldron sized vat of linguine. Kenny and DC were busy setting out the train set, and grudgingly agreeing to let Ollie and Bella play too.
With the freedom allotted to them, Hutch had taken his best girl to Huggy's Bar.
Becca was in the ladies room, adding a bit of colorless gloss to her lips.
She gave a kind of half grin, half grimace into the mirror.
She had come a long way from the insecure young woman who had fallen over and fell in love with Ken Hutchinson at first sight and never fell out of it for one nanosecond.
She still regarded it as a miracle.
There were moments, not many but still a few, when that insecurity resurrected itself and bumped against her heart.
What the hell had Huggy done tonight? Thrown a hot, sexy,, tall, blue-eyed, long-haired, blonde, lanky Female-athon at the bar?
Every woman there seemed to be a Hutch Special. Or what used to be a Hutch Special.
And here she was, all 5 foot 4 inches of her, dark red shoulder length hair, stormy blue grey eyes, decidedly not beanpole.
Hutch's great-grandma's engagement ring on her finger. She touched it with her right pointer finger and walked into the main room of the bar.
It was like a spotlight was shining. Creating a halo around a lighthouse beacon of corn-colored flax.. A one-man strobe light.
Hutch's hair and Hutch himself were at one of the front tables this time. Long legs stretched out . Turquoise blue shirt that was almost sinful against his golden skin. Surrounded by two or three of the blonde predators that were practically eating him up with their eyes.
As Becca slowly approached, she heard one of the women say, " Hey, gorgeous, Is that seat taken?" Pointing to the empty one by Hutch's side.
Hutch lifted his sky blue orbs into the woman's hopeful ones.
"It is," he replied in almost a cowboy's drawl.
"Any chance," the woman persisted, "in getting you to change your mind?"
"Nope. No chance in hell."
His eyes swiveled and saw Becca. Hutch patted the chair and dipped his head toward her.
Becca's heart swelled. No, she wouldn't sniffle. She wouldn't let Hutch know how one of her insecurities had come close to surfacing.
She slid into the chair, ignored the hostile look from the blonde, and extravagantly repolished her wedding ring.
Hutch reached out his hand. "Dance?"
They stood up just as Huggy, who had been eyeballing the entire scene, pushed a button on the jukebox.
'I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes….Love is all around me, and so the feeling grows…'
"Those oldies get me every time," murmured Hutch, holding his kitten close.
They left early. Arrived home around midnight.
Becca was all for the bedroom, or the couch, or the kitchen floor. The sooner the better.
But Hutch led her to the small backyard next to their greenhouse.
He took the garden hose and started filling the larger of the kiddie pools.
"Good thing I had that taller fence built," he remarked. 'Good fences make good neighbors', as Robert Frost said.
"Did Robert Frost have a kiddie pool?" asked Becca, shucking down to her bra and underwear.
Hutch was wearing briefs tonight. Deliciously snug ones. As if he had planned this beforehand.
He pulled Becca into the pool. She squeaked.
"Are you squeaking at the cold water, or at this?" Hutch sat her on his lap.
"Mmmmmm", was all Becca said.
They lay half reclining in the water, not speaking for a few minutes. There was a glorious full moon, twinkling stars from a smogless night, the smell of lilacs from the greenhouse.
"Look at the two of us here, in this kiddie pool," said Hutch finally. "You know, we could build a hot tub here instead. Big enough for my legs."
"Don't want one," said Becca.
"We do have money, you know."
"Don't need it."
"You are the wife of a man who has a very wealthy family. We have a lot - a sinful lot - of money of our own."
"Don't care."
Hutch raised himself, sloshing water. "You know, you are the poorest excuse for a multi-millionaire that I've ever seen in my life."
"You complaining?"
"Not me. Can we go inside now? Your panties are getting transparent."
"At last, an offer I can't refuse."
End
LOVE IS ALL AROUND
'You gave your promise to me, and I gave mine to you…'
'Love is All Around' - Reg Presley and the Troggs
One good turn deserves another.
The Starskys had invited the Hutchinson twins, Ollie and DC, over for dinner, games and the night.
Starsky was rolling meatballs made from the recipe given to him by the owner of the Italian restaurant that had been below his grandma's apartment in Brooklyn. Sivvy was making a cauldron sized vat of linguine. Kenny and DC were busy setting out the train set, and grudgingly agreeing to let Ollie and Bella play too.
With the freedom allotted to them, Hutch had taken his best girl to Huggy's Bar.
Becca was in the ladies room, adding a bit of colorless gloss to her lips.
She gave a kind of half grin, half grimace into the mirror.
She had come a long way from the insecure young woman who had fallen over and fell in love with Ken Hutchinson at first sight and never fell out of it for one nanosecond.
She still regarded it as a miracle.
There were moments, not many but still a few, when that insecurity resurrected itself and bumped against her heart.
What the hell had Huggy done tonight? Thrown a hot, sexy,, tall, blue-eyed, long-haired, blonde, lanky Female-athon at the bar?
Every woman there seemed to be a Hutch Special. Or what used to be a Hutch Special.
And here she was, all 5 foot 4 inches of her, dark red shoulder length hair, stormy blue grey eyes, decidedly not beanpole.
Hutch's great-grandma's engagement ring on her finger. She touched it with her right pointer finger and walked into the main room of the bar.
It was like a spotlight was shining. Creating a halo around a lighthouse beacon of corn-colored flax.. A one-man strobe light.
Hutch's hair and Hutch himself were at one of the front tables this time. Long legs stretched out . Turquoise blue shirt that was almost sinful against his golden skin. Surrounded by two or three of the blonde predators that were practically eating him up with their eyes.
As Becca slowly approached, she heard one of the women say, " Hey, gorgeous, Is that seat taken?" Pointing to the empty one by Hutch's side.
Hutch lifted his sky blue orbs into the woman's hopeful ones.
"It is," he replied in almost a cowboy's drawl.
"Any chance," the woman persisted, "in getting you to change your mind?"
"Nope. No chance in hell."
His eyes swiveled and saw Becca. Hutch patted the chair and dipped his head toward her.
Becca's heart swelled. No, she wouldn't sniffle. She wouldn't let Hutch know how one of her insecurities had come close to surfacing.
She slid into the chair, ignored the hostile look from the blonde, and extravagantly repolished her wedding ring.
Hutch reached out his hand. "Dance?"
They stood up just as Huggy, who had been eyeballing the entire scene, pushed a button on the jukebox.
'I feel it in my fingers, I feel it in my toes….Love is all around me, and so the feeling grows…'
"Those oldies get me every time," murmured Hutch, holding his kitten close.
They left early. Arrived home around midnight.
Becca was all for the bedroom, or the couch, or the kitchen floor. The sooner the better.
But Hutch led her to the small backyard next to their greenhouse.
He took the garden hose and started filling the larger of the kiddie pools.
"Good thing I had that taller fence built," he remarked. 'Good fences make good neighbors', as Robert Frost said.
"Did Robert Frost have a kiddie pool?" asked Becca, shucking down to her bra and underwear.
Hutch was wearing briefs tonight. Deliciously snug ones. As if he had planned this beforehand.
He pulled Becca into the pool. She squeaked.
"Are you squeaking at the cold water, or at this?" Hutch sat her on his lap.
"Mmmmmm", was all Becca said.
They lay half reclining in the water, not speaking for a few minutes. There was a glorious full moon, twinkling stars from a smogless night, the smell of lilacs from the greenhouse.
"Look at the two of us here, in this kiddie pool," said Hutch finally. "You know, we could build a hot tub here instead. Big enough for my legs."
"Don't want one," said Becca.
"We do have money, you know."
"Don't need it."
"You are the wife of a man who has a very wealthy family. We have a lot - a sinful lot - of money of our own."
"Don't care."
Hutch raised himself, sloshing water. "You know, you are the poorest excuse for a multi-millionaire that I've ever seen in my life."
"You complaining?"
"Not me. Can we go inside now? Your panties are getting transparent."
"At last, an offer I can't refuse."
End
