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   Always With Me

   Chapter 9: Requiem for a Nightmare, Living a Dream By Secret DC Guy

   (mf, MF, rom, preg, d/s, voyeur, ws)

   * * *

   I wouldn't presume to say that Jenny and I had a normal college
experience.  We did pretty much all of the same things that other kids did,
but unlike them, we knew we had someone to come home to at the end of the
day-at least metaphorically.

   True to his word, Dr.  Amos Martin found rooms on the same floor of the
freshman residence hall for us.  He also served as a good mentor to us our
first year.  Though he was not married and stressed that he had no frame of
reference as to what we were going through, he was always there to listen
to our struggles.  Several times he even greased the wheels of the Cap U.
administration to help us whenever our relationship held us back.

   Our first struggle had to do with academics in general.  Since I was 10
years old, I had wanted to be an engineer, as Amos Jones had suggested. 
However, I couldn't decide whether I wanted to be a civil engineer or study
materials engineering.  When I asked the dean of the school of architecture
and engineering about a double major, she said that my tenuous status at
the time of admission made the department uncomfortable.  She wasn't
convinced I could even finish my freshman year.  However, a week later I
was back in her office listening to how respectable the Jones family was
and that if they had faith in me, she would too.  However, she also told me
that I had better not screw it up.

   Jenny had a bit harder of a time.  She wanted to major in both
architecture and business administration, which would require her to study
in two different schools.  While the architecture and engineering dean was
enthusiastic about it, even talking about how they wished they could have a
joint program, the dean of the business school was only partially
receptive. He was a man that made even Amos Jones look ancient.  He was
known for being strict in how he ran the programs and old fashioned when it
came to the role of women in business.  To him they should be secretaries
at best.  However, he was willing to let Jenny double major-for a price. 
He told her that she needed to sleep with him.  When she came to my room
crying that night, I immediately called Dr.  Martin.  Within a week the
business dean had retired for medical reasons.

   The other problem we ran into arose because of Jenny's cheerleading. 
The shooting guard for the basketball team was Vladimir Ublyudok, and he
made no secret about his feelings for Jenny.  Though not the best player,
he did think that he had the right to date any woman he wanted.  Regularly,
he told her that she needed to "get rid of nerd" and come to bed with him.
Once, he even tried to feel her up after a game.

   Like many times in our lives though, the least expected person came to
our rescue.  Kwame Fitzpatrick was the center for the basketball team and a
true giant.  He was seven foot two inches and built with muscles like I'd
never seen.  The downside to him was that he seemed the picture of a dumb
jock.  Regardless, he was very protective of Jenny, always getting between
her and Ublyudok.

   The Russian was persistent though, and if he couldn't get Jenny to
choose him, he would get rid of the competition.  Thus, one night while I
was walking out of the gym after an intramural volleyball game, he accosted
me around the side of the building.  After slamming me against the wall, he
drew his fist back to punch.  However, in a second he was spun around by a
smiling Kwame Fitzpatrick.  The big man didn't look angry, more amused. 
Tossing Ublyudok to the side, he addressed me as 'little buddy' and offered
to walk me home.  To say the least I was grateful.

   The next Saturday, during a game against our biggest rival, tragedy
struck for the team.  Coming down from getting a rebound, the usually
nimble Kwame Fitzpatrick came down on Vladimir Ublyudok's knee.  With major
ligament damage, Ublyudok's college career was over.  The commentators
maintained that if they were on different teams, they would swear that it
was intentional.  Jenny and I knew it was.

   A few nights later, Jenny and I were walking out of the science building
after a Married Student Network meeting.  Though we had been discussing it
for a few days, we were still trying to figure out why Fitzpatrick would
have risked the team's season and his place on it.  We were so distracted
that we got off on the second floor instead of the lobby.  As we passed a
seminar room in the math department, we heard a deep somewhat dumb sounding
voice lecturing about something called 'fuzzy math'.

   We discreetly looked into the room, and saw the most surprising sight.
Kwame Fitzpatrick was standing at a white board writing out equations and
explaining them to the faculty and graduate students for the department. 
Some of them asked questions, but most simply sat dumbfounded.  Eventually,
the chair of the department leaned back in his chair and said, "Well,
you're at a higher level than me.  I'll take your word for it." With that
he got up and walked out of the room.

   When everyone turned to watch him leave, Fitzpatrick saw us and invited
'his little buddy and his good friend' in so that he could have some
friendly faces.  Sheepishly, we took up two seats in the back.  What we
heard then was a lecture on mathematics that was both subtle and beautiful.
Needless to say, neither of us understood a word of it.  The whole school
had heard that most of Fitzpatrick's classes were by tutor, but everyone
assumed that it was because he had trouble passing.  Now we realized that
it was because other students wouldn't be able to keep up with him.

   Later that evening, Kwame, Jenny, and I were sitting alone on the second
floor of a quiet Vietnamese restaurant several blocks from campus.  In his
usual dumb sounding voice, he explained that he could feel for me because
of how smart kids were treated.  He even talked about transferring middle
schools and taking on a dumb persona so that he could survive.  It seems
that even the sports star couldn't survive being labeled as a geek.  It
turns out that he was really envious of us for having found the right
person so early on.  In his case, it was hard to even find a date.  Smart
girls had already labeled him as a dumb jock, while other girls only wanted
to be seen with the basketball star.

   After that evening we became great friends.  Just as when we were in
high school, Jenny was always trying to help a friend, so getting Kwame a
girlfriend became her pet project.  The perfect opportunity came up
sophomore year.  Tina Fernandez was a finance major who Jenny had met in
class.  She was incredibly talented at business, but romantically
challenged.  Every time they talked about Kwame, though, Tina got a dreamy
far off look.  However, she tried to limit herself to dating 'smart guys',
but none worked out.  Jenny decided Tina and Kwame would be perfect
together.

   So one night when Kwame and I were having dinner at the quiet Vietnamese
restaurant, Jenny walked in with Tina.  For a few minutes it was awkward as
Kwame and Tina tried to feel each other out.  However, an hour later there
were 15 placemats in front of us with the two of them sketching out an
equation to predict something having to do with investment banking.  After
that night they were inseparable.  It became a scandal when they sold the
process they developed to an investment firm for half a million dollars. 
The NCAA investigated to determine if the purchase was because Kwame was a
basketball player.  However, by the time the next season came around the
firm had quadrupled its value, and investigators determined that the sale
was legitimate, but undervalued.  By the time they got married the summer
after graduation, Kwame and Tina were already rich.

   * * *

   When freshman year ended, Jenny and I did not go home.  We found an
apartment towards the end of May, and finally set up house together.  It
was a small one-bedroom apartment about a block off of campus, close enough
to participate in campus life, but far enough away to have our own private
space.  While we would go to parties, we didn't really drink and never used
drugs.  There was no need.  Love was all we wanted.

   So it came that at the beginning of senior year, Jenny, Kwame, Tina and
I were sitting in the back of a literature class bored as we fulfilled our
last requirement.  The title was "Amateurs and the World Wide Web: the
Future of Erotic Fiction", which sounded interesting when we all signed up
for the course.  However, when we got the syllabus it seemed about as
boring as any could be.

   The professor, Julia R.  Maloney, was just finishing her first year at
that school, and was described as 'non-descript'.  Rumor had it that she
was just another new academic who had trouble connecting with the
classroom. As she called role Kwame was trying to figure out some
mathematical proof, Tina was discreetly looking at stock prices in the
Post, and Jenny was sketching a building she wanted to build.  I on the
other hand was paying close attention.  I couldn't put my finger on it, but
she seemed familiar.

   When she came to my name she paused, then looked around.  "Brian
Schaffer?" she asked.  When I said I was there, she asked what my hometown
was.  When I told her she said, "Please come see me during office hours on
Thursday." I shrugged and agreed.

   Jenny must have been paying more attention than I thought, because when
Professor Maloney called her name she responded while giving the professor
a death stare.  Defensively, the professor asked if we were related. 
Instead of saying we were married, Jenny replied, "something like that." On
the way out of class, Jenny excused herself saying that she had something
she needed to check into.

   Two days later, I was sitting in Professor Maloney's office still
feeling that she was familiar.  "Brian, do you remember me?" she asked.

   Then it struck me.  It was Julia.  The girl I thought was my first love,
but who was really a budding pedophile who had stolen part of my youth.  "I
didn't make the connection." I confessed.

   "Well that's OK.  I guess it has been a long time," she said sounding a
little disappointed.  "The fact is, my sweet Brian, over the years, I've
missed you.  More than anything though, I think we have some unfinished
business.  I wanted you so much back then.  You were my life.  I was going
to give you everything; I just needed to wait until you were a little
older. But I still want you, maybe forever, but at least one time."

   I was boiling angry.  How could this woman, who had hurt me so much, say
she wanted me again.  "I'm married," I muttered.

   "I am too," Julia replied.  "Is that going to stop us?"

   "Him yes, both of us, no," a voice behind me said.  It was Jenny.  With
a perfect cheerleader smile, she plopped down in the seat next to me.  "See
professor," she continued, "I haven't shared my husband before.  But he is
quite wonderful, isn't he?" Julia agreed.  "So professor, I will let you
have him, but I need to be there too.  And I will participate.  Do we have
a deal?"

   I was speechless.  I didn't want to share Jenny and didn't want her to
share me.  I had seen our parents happy, sharing and swinging.  I loved
them, but that was not the life I wanted for us.  I was about to protest,
but Jenny gave me that look that asked, "Do you trust me?" Audibly I said,
"Always."

   It was settled, Jenny and I would meet Julia at her house in the suburbs
for dinner the next evening.  Her husband was on a two week business trip
to New York, and wouldn't be there.  We would have an entire weekend to
play.

   * * *

   I should have been nervous as we drove the Cabriolet through quiet
streets of a suburban Maryland neighborhood.  However, after knowing her
for years I had a feeling that Jenny was up to something.  She was wearing
makeup, which she still rarely did, and was dressed in a long flowing
skirt. When I asked about it, she said, "I'll need easy access."

   Julia's house was not modest by any stretch of the imagination. 
Instead, it was what people were calling a mini-mansion.  There was no way
she could afford it on a professor's salary, so her husband must have done
something important.  When we knocked, my abuser greeted us at the door. 
Her smile was happy, but also showed hollowness from years of separation. I
almost pitied her.

   Jenny refused dinner, saying she wanted to get right to it.  As Julia
led us to the bedroom, Jenny held my hand tightly.  I could tell she was
nervous, but also determined.  Though I had no idea what she was planning,
I knew it was something she needed.  I held her hand a little tighter to
let her know I was with her all the way.  When we got to the bedroom, Jenny
said that she needed something but that we should wait for her.  I could
tell Julia was getting impatient, but was willing to wait until Jenny got
back if it meant having me.

   In a few minutes Jenny returned with a backpack I didn't know she had
brought with her.  Placing it down she told Julia that she would be in
charge for the evening.  Jenny stressed that both Julia and I would get
what we needed, but we needed to follow her direction.  In her voice I
could hear a ring of my father when my mother let him dominate her. 
However, unlike their relationship, I did not hear any respect or
affection.

   Though I didn't think that Julia would agree, she immediately got on her
knees and bowed her head.  Jenny walked over and patted her head.  Then
helping her to her feet, she led her to a chair next to the bed.  She moved
the chair and had Jenny sit.  Then she said to me, "Now be a good Boy Scout
and tie her up, please."

   After I had finished, Jenny led me to the bed and said something I never
expected.  "Brian, we've been married for three and a half years and there
is something I never asked you to do.  I've always been afraid it would
make you think of her.  I thought it would hurt you.  But tonight, even if
it is only for one time, I am going to ask you.  Please, Brian, will you go
down on me?"

   I looked to the chair where Julia was tied up and saw a smaller version
of myself sliding between her legs.  I saw a little boy taking off her
panties and begin licking her clit, his nose and eyes buried in her bush. I
felt like I was going to pass out.  However, when I turned and faced Jenny,
the feeling went away.  There before me was a person who would never hurt
me-a person who loved me no matter what.  Looking back at Julia, I sneered
and said, "Gladly."

   Jenny lay back on the bed and pulled up her long skirt.  To my surprise,
she wasn't wearing any panties.  Instead I could see her bush against pale
skin waiting for me to come.  I laid her back on the bed and kissed her
tenderly.  Slowly, I kissed her neck as she mewed.  Though she was still
wearing a shirt and bra, I still kissed down her chest and onto her
stomach. There I finally hit bare skin.

   While Julia had always had me get right to the point, I had heard that
women liked to be teased, so I kissed the rest of the way down Jenny's
stomach and over her bush right to her clit.  But before I touched it I
kissed to the side then up the inside of her thigh to the knee.  I could
smell how turned on Jenny was and decided to give her some relief.  Working
my way back up, I kissed her until I got to her pussy which I slowly licked
up and down.  Jenny squirmed and begged me to get her off.  Obligingly, I
started to lick her clit.  Almost instantaneously, she arched her back and
drenched my face with her juices.  Pulling me back to her face, she kissed
me deeply.  "Thank you," she whispered.

   After stretching like a cat after a nap, Jenny sat cross-legged and
looked Julia deeply in the eyes.  "Now, you're not the only one Brian's
done that to.  So you don't share anything special between you anymore. 
That power is gone.  But you see, Brian was my first and only, and I am his
first and only.  I think I can speak for the both of us when I say it's
going to stay that way.  You will never have him.  My power over you is
that Brian fucks me every night and will eventually give me babies.  You
have to settle for that disgusting husband of yours." Lying back and
turning her face towards me, Jenny said, "Now please husband, come fuck
your wife."

   What Jenny said must have destroyed Julia because she started cursing
and calling Jenny a bitch.  Up and down, she swore her revenge.  Finally,
Jenny just sat up and spit in her face.  Quickly she lay back down and
pulled me towards her.

   Together we worked my kakis and boxers off.  Then we started kissing,
there was love for each other in our kisses but also hatred for the woman
tied up in a chair next to us.  Our bodies moved together-showing the woman
next to us that Jenny and I were made for each other.  No matter what she
had done, no matter what she wanted now, I belonged to Jenny and Jenny to
me.  As I penetrated my wife, I could hear Julia crying.

   As our bodies moved together, I could see Jenny's deep green eyes open
wide.  "Not this time, but soon I want this to be for real," she said.  I
must have looked confused because she continued, "as soon as we graduate, I
want to stop the pill.  I want you to give me a baby." With that she bucked
her hips as hard as she could into me.  As I shot deep inside her I grunted
that I would.

   Still on our post sex high, I whispered to her, "why not now?"

   Without waiting to come down from our high, I pulled my pants up and
Jenny pulled her skirt back.  There was no need to put on a show any more.
Looking over at Julia sobbing, I knew she was broken.  I was free of her,
but she would never be free of me.

   Getting out of the bed, Jenny walked over to Julia and lifted her chin.
"Did you hear that, little girl?  My husband is going to give something to
me that you will never have.  Not with that husband of yours." As she
looked up, I could see that Julia was scared.  Obviously, Jenny knew
something Julia wished she hadn't.  The smile on Jenny's face would have
made me think she was the most evil person on the planet, if I hadn't known
better.  "Little girl," my wife continued, "I have friends who can find
things out.  Did you two think a simple name change could cover up what
either of you are?  Maybe he thought it would.  We'll find out soon
enough." With that Jenny pushed me back onto the bed and started snuggling.

   It was only a few minutes before I heard someone coming up the stairs.
The person was obviously in a rush.  Then the door to the room burst open
and a man built like a mountain burst into the room.

   "Julia, what the hell is going on here?" he yelled at his crying wife.
Then looking at us he shouted, "Well who the hell are you?"

   Before I could say anything Jenny replied, "Mike Nelson, or wait, you go
by Maloney now, don't you.  You should remember me, JJ Jenkins." Then it
struck me.  Somehow the same fate that brought Jenny and me together
brought both of our abusers together as well.  The girl who hurt me married
the man who hurt Jenny.

   With that the man looked as if he were going to explode.  "You," he
stammered, "do you know what I went through because of you?" Turning to his
wife, he said, "Baby, you said that if I ever saw her again, I could do
whatever I wanted to her.  That still the case?" As Julia shouted her
approval, he opened the top drawer of a dresser and pulled out a knife. 
"Now, I'm going to cut that little boyfriend of yours, then do what I
should have done to you all those years ago."

   I was scared enough to wet my pants, but Jenny was unphased.  "Husband,
actually.  Brian, when will people ever get it right?" she nonchalantly
sighed.  Then snuggling close to me, she continued, "I thought it was too
good to be true when I heard who this piece of trash married, but imagine
my luck with you standing here right now.  Thing is, you're not going to do
anything to me."

   I could see that the man had reached his limit.  Instinctively, I sprung
between him and Jenny.  Snickering, he raised the knife and was about to
come at us when suddenly his eyes and mouth opened wide.  His body froze,
and he fell forward.  Behind him stood three men, two black and one mixed.

   "Amos Jones doesn't like this new technology.  No.  Not at all," our old
friend said to Dr.  Amos Martin who was holding some kind of stun gun. 
Next to them was our friend Kwame Fitzpatrick maintaining that he could
have just bashed the guy's head in.

   "Well, what's done is done," said Dr.  Martin.  "Now I think the young
lady had something she wanted to do."

   With all of her cheerleader grace, Jenny vaulted off the bed and walked
over to the fallen man.  I saw only hatred in her eyes as she looked down
at him.  "You want to see something?" my wife taunted.  "I bet it looks
different now." Whether it was fear or anger, I don't know, but Mike said
nothing as Jenny stood above him.  "Fine with me," she continued.  "Let me
show you what you made me do all of these years!"

   When Jenny stepped to straddle Mike's face, I knew what she was going to
do.  However, before she could, I slid off the bed and gently grabbed her
by the arm.  Pulling her to the side I said, "Love, I don't want him to see
you down there, even if it's for that."

   Jenny seemed shocked that I had stopped her, but a big smile appeared on
her face when I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock.  "Actually, Mike,"
she snarled, "I guess my husband is going to demonstrate." With that, I let
loose and pissed all over the man who hurt my wife when she was just a
little girl.

   When I finished, Mike was crying.  It seemed impossible, but we had
broken him already.  In the space of a couple of hours, both of the people
who hurt us were broken.  We were free of the last control they had over
us.

   Dr.  Martin and Amos Jones cut Julia loose with the knife her husband
had tried to use on us.  Still crying, she was dragged into the hall. 
Kwame pulled Mike to his feet and brought him out as well.  Jenny kissed me
tenderly and told me it was time for us to go.

   Exiting the room, we saw our friends holding Julia and Mike by the
necks. They were both naked.  Jenny stopped us and we turned around.  The
two broken people were pushed to their knees in front of us.  Both bowed
their heads.

   Stepping forward Jenny asked them who was in charge.  When they said she
was, Jenny looked at me and said, "No.  We are." After the couple agreed,
Jenny continued, "I am your mistress and Brian is your master.  You will do
whatever we tell you to do.  Now here is your order, and there will only be
one.  I will give it once and you will follow it until your grave.  Now I
know that you have trouble functioning after getting attacked in Juvenile
Detention, Mike, so that makes this even better.  You two are only to ever
touch each other from here on out.  No swinging, no threesomes, and
especially, no children.  Are we clear?"

   The couple nodded in affirmation.

   Amos Jones stepped forward and said, "Now in case you think about going
back on your little promise I should tell you that Amos Jones has a very
big family and they're in a lot of places.  Basically, you never know who
they are.  Their last name could be Jones-or maybe Martinmaybe
Fitzpatrick-and now I think we can add Fernandez." He looked behind him as
Tina stepped out of the shadows and took Kwame's hand.  Smiling, the old
man continued, "You just never know.  But know this, no matter where you
go, how far you run, whomever you try to fool, someone will be there.  They
won't be watching you every minute, but you don't know which minute they
will be watching you.  So be good.  Now go back in that room and fail to
make a baby." Without any further prompting, Julia and Mike scampered back
into the bedroom and locked the door.  The rest of us simply left the
house.

   On the street Jenny and I walked back to our car, while Kwame and Dr. 
Martin walked towards Amos Jones's car.  Surprisingly, the old man followed
us, calling for the other men to go back without him.  "I need to take
these two somewhere," the old man said.

   * * *

   I drove through the darkening evening back towards the city holding
Jenny's hand on the shifter.  However, instead of heading home, Amos Jones
directed us onto the Washington Beltway and across the river to Virginia,
getting off at the first exit marked towards Great Falls.  We had only
driven a short way though, when we were further directed off the main road
onto what looked like a long driveway.  About 100 yards off the road, we
came to a gate.  A sign read, "Society of Jesus Retirement Home".

   Jenny whispered to me, "Isn't that a name for the Jesuits?" I vaguely
remember a Catholic friend of mine saying something like that, but wasn't
sure, so I just shrugged.  It would have been really strange for Amos Jones
to have brought us to a place like this.

   Amos Jones got out of the car and stretched.  Walking over to the call
box, he hit a button.  After a muffled greeting that I could not hear the
old man said, "Tell Father Hoban that Amos Jones is here to make a good
confession." Seconds later the gate opened and I drove us inside.

   We pulled in front of a rather large house to see an ancient priest
coming out of the door, yelling greetings at Amos Jones.  Both Jenny and I
stood in silence.  The man before us had always been an enigma, but we were
realizing how little we actually knew about him.  Who would have thought
that he was a Catholic?

   "I had almost given up hope that you would ever come back, Mr.  Jones,"
the old priest said.  "How's she doing..." He must not have noticed we were
there because when he saw us, he stopped mid question.  Something had been
mentioned that we were not supposed to hear.

   "Awake and talking, father," Amos Jones said.  His face beamed like
Jenny's had on our wedding day.

   "The Lord be praised.  I told you to never give up hope old friend," the
priest said, smiling almost as big.

   "And Amos Jones is no dead man," our old friend replied.  "Now can my
young friends go down a ways to that nice scenic place while I make that
good confession?" When the priest looked at us suspiciously, Amos Jones
laughed and said, "They did it young, but those two are married, father."
The priest laughed as well and directed us down a dirt lane on the far side
of the house.

   It took just a few minutes of slow careful driving for us to get to a
field overlooking the Potomac River.  Down river we could see the lights of
Washington far over the trees.  On the other side, we could see the lights
of large but quiet houses on the Maryland side.  Up river, though, was only
darkness and the roar of water rushing over the Great Falls.  As Jenny and
I cuddled on a blanket that we kept in the trunk in cases of emergencies, I
thought about how well that represented our lives.  After tonight I could
safely feel that the turbulence of our youth was over and we were free to
build the rest of our lives.

   I could have lain there peacefully all night, but then Jenny pulled me
closer.  Without saying anything our mouths opened and we began to kiss. 
Though there was love and passion in the kisses, there was something
more-freedom.  That night we had become free of Julia and Mike; we could
now give ourselves fully to each other with no fear and no reservations.

   As our kisses became more passionate, Jenny started to unbutton my
shirt. At the same time my hand was under her shirt feeling her breasts
under her bra.  Quickly, we worked my shirt off and I pushed it to the
side. Then Jenny rolled on top of me and I pulled her shirt over her head.
Without letting me try, she reached behind her back and unclipped her bra,
which she tossed into the growing darkness.

   In the moonlight I could see Jenny's breasts above me.  They had never
gotten very big, just a little smaller than average-a B cup I think.  But
on the moonlit September night, they looked more amazing than the moon and
the stars in the sky.  Putting my arm behind her back to hold her close, I
sat up and began to kiss her neck.  Jenny purred as I worked my way around
and then down between her breasts.  Slowly I kissed one than worked my way
over to the other.  As I teased her nipples, she began to breathe fast and
grind her pussy into my khakis.  I had kissed her breasts before, but with
our new freedom it was less reserved and more passionate.  Suddenly, Jenny
pulled my head tight against and let out a gasp, cumming for the second
time that night.

   Without saying a word, Jenny gently pushed me to the ground.  Standing,
she kicked off her shoes and pulled her skirt off.  Then kneeling before my
legs, she untied my shoes and slowly slipped them off.  Next my socks were
discarded.  Finally, my wife gently pulled my khakis and boxers off.  Then
for the first time in our lives, she knelt between my legs and took my cock
into her mouth.  Though she had never done it before someone must have told
her what to do, because Jenny worked up and down kissing the head and the
shaft, taking it deep then shallow, fast then slow until I erupted into her
mouth.  Though she gagged a little, she swallowed everything.  When she
came back up to kiss me, I had no problems letting her do it.

   Eventually, Jenny pulled back from the kiss.  Pushing her body up with
her arms while she lay on top of me, she asked if I could go again.  When I
said I could, she continued, "Did you mean what you asked back at their
house?  I mean, do you really want to start tonight?"

   At first I was confused, most of the evening was a fog at that point,
but then I realized that Jenny was asking if I wanted to have a child with
her.  Being 21 years old and married three years was one thing, but
starting a family was something entirely different.  The comment had just
sort of come out, but as I quickly thought about it, I realized that Jenny
was the one I was always going to be with.  She was my wife, my soul mate,
and my future.  Tonight I felt that nothing could stop us from succeeding
at everything in life.  Smiling at the beautiful green eyed girl, I said,
"Yes."

   The smile on Jenny's face was brighter than the Milky Way above us. 
Almost in a trance she stared into my eyes as she slid back against my
body. Over the years, our bodies had learned what they needed to do.  So
with just a little lift from me, my cock slid inside my wife's pussy.  As
she slowly began to work it into her, she said, "Then tomorrow I'm throwing
out my pills.  Brian, I want you to give me a huge belly that I can show
off at graduation."

   With that, Jenny thrust herself down onto me.  After pausing for a
second, she slowly slid up and back down.  Eventually, she began to pick up
speed and hit a rhythm that got both of us close but made it last.  Finally
though, it was inevitable and Jenny began to slam her hips onto mine.  As I
was about to cum she started to yell, "Knock...  Me...  Up...  NOW!" The
last word became a scream as my wife had the biggest orgasm I had ever
seen. That drove me over the edge and with a loud grunt I bucked my hips
into her and came harder than I could remember.

   Afterwards, we lay there in the moonlight on the blanket in loving
silence.  For the first time, we had truly consummated our love.  We hoped
it would start growing inside Jenny immediately.

   Eventually, we decided we needed to go pick up Amos Jones, so we tried
to find our clothing and get dressed.  Jenny's bra had landed in a little
creek we hadn't noticed, so she couldn't put it back on, and one of my
socks was missing.  We laughed as we started to drive back through the
woods.

   We must have looked a sorry sight as we got out of the car.  Amos Jones
chuckled as the old priest asked if we were going to soon "fill the face of
the Earth." It took us a minute to get the joke, but soon we were laughing
too.  Though we should have been embarrassed, we felt welcomed enough to
accept an invitation to stay for a late dinner.

   * * *

   Jenny didn't get pregnant that night.  It was probably a good thing
because both Jenny and I were able to start our careers.  We worked for the
same architecture and engineering firm for about two years, just to get
experience, then we went to work for Jenny's father.  The company was
renamed JJS Enterprises, so we could advertise that we took projects from
design through construction.  Our first small projects were well received,
getting us reviewed in the Washingtonian Magazine.  From there the business
took off.  Though we didn't participate in the building boom in downtown
DC, we did enough work in the suburbs that we built a good business.  Jenny
became the face of the company as everyone thought it was named JJS after
her initials, but really it was short for Jenkins, Jones, and Schaffer. 
Everyone thought it was time that Amos Jones got his due.

   Eventually, both of our parents moved to DC.  It happened when my
father's bank bought a DC area bank that was mired in scandal.  "Mr.  Clean
Comes to Washington" read the headlines.  It's ironic that those lines were
for a banker, not a politician-well maybe not.  He turned the bank around,
but then decided it was time to get out of the business.  Seeing the credit
card debt and personal bankruptcies among young adults, he decided to get
his teaching certificate.  Now he teaches economics and personal finance at
one of the suburban high schools.

   Jenny's father first steered JJS enterprises towards building
'residential communities' in the suburbs where housing, office, and
commercial space were integrated.  It seemed that all you needed to do was
be near good schools and people would move there.  However, eventually he
became concerned about what development was doing to the countryside and
became a 'green space' activist.  Much of our business afterward was
involved in redesigning failed projects in the suburbs.  Often we bought
failing malls and converted them into our residential communities-just
heavy on the commercial space.  It turns out that if you approximated an
oldfashioned downtown, people would gladly shop there.  By then though,
Jenny and I were fully in control of the company.  After the business's
transition, Mr.  Jenkins decided to get into politics.  He's now a
Democratic state senator from Virginia.  Rumors are that he will eventually
run for governor.

   Our mothers continued their relationship, eventually each identifying as
'lesbian +1', the +1s being their husbands.  They were still devoted wives,
showing their love for our fathers more and more as the years passed. 
Eventually, they became gay rights activists, though somewhat shunned
because they remained married to men.  They also became very involved with
the Episcopal Church, volunteering with several of their charities.

   My cousin Tony eventually became a psychologist specializing in children
with severe mental disorders.  Back in our home town, he opened what was
considered a model facility with a school and long-term treatment
integrated.  He worked with insurance companies to keep kids as long as
they needed to be there, convincing the companies that it was much cheaper
to send kids to his facility than pay for the after effects of 5 suicide
attempts.  He's won several awards for his work.

   The Reverend Anthony Jenkins was as popular a preacher as I had guessed
he was.  Eventually, he built a large complex-well we built it for him-near
Culpepper.  Because no one can really classify him as conservative or
progressive, he is quite controversial.  His message is that if people
actually took the gospels seriously and loved like Jesus did, the world
would have no problems.  I can understand why that's appealing.

   Eventually, I ran into Jake from Boy Scout camp.  It turns out that he
went to one of the other DC colleges, but I never knew it.  He works as a
staffer on Capitol Hill.  What he does there I really don't know. 
Otherwise, we lost touch with most of our childhood friends.

   The people we did stay friends with were Kwame and Tina.  They were
married right after college, before Kwame was drafted to the NBA in the
third round.  He wasn't an all-star, but was a useful center for about
seven years before he retired.  No one was surprised, but the ESPN anchors
did lament "one of the good guys of the NBA" retiring.  The real reason he
retired was that he had just finished his PhD in mathematics.  Today he
teaches at an Ivy League university, where Dr.  Amos Martin is the youngest
provost the school has ever had.

   Tina managed her and Kwame's assets full time for a while.  After
getting a reputation as an astute business woman she started a hedge fund
and made even more money.  At the same time, she and Kwame had five
children-or at least that's how many they have today.  We'll see what it's
up to next year.

   Julia and Mike, our abusers, did try to get away from our control. 
Julia took a job at a small college in southern Louisiana and Mike started
running an English language program for immigrant children.  You can guess
why.  Unfortunately for them-and fortunately for the rest of the world-one
of the volunteers for the program was one of Amos Jones's nephews. 
Eventually, he discovered that Julia and Mike were grooming a brother and
sister as their next victims.  I hear that Louisiana prisons are
particularly nasty.

   After the night at the Jesuit retirement home, Amos Jones was a changed
man.  He immediately went into partial retirement and started to travel the
world.  It shocked everyone.  Eventually, we found out exactly why, but
it's not really my story to tell.

   We didn't think much about it when Jenny didn't get pregnant our senior
year; we weren't actually trying to get pregnant, more just letting nature
take its course.  We began to get concerned though when after two years of
that and two years of actively trying there was still no baby.  When we
visited a fertility specialist, he said that when Mike had abused Jenny he
had done some kind of damage.  We would probably not be able to have a
baby. Finally, we decided to get on the waiting list for adoption. 
Unfortunately, it was five years long.

   Someone was smiling on us though, because after a party on New Year's
2000, yes Y2K, we spent the night back at the Hay Adams Hotel.  When we got
back to our room in the wee hours of the morning, Jenny asked me to do her
like it was our first time.  I obliged, though not being teenage virgins
this time it lasted a lot longer.  A month later, Jenny went to her doctor
for what she thought was a stomach virus she just couldn't kick.  It turned
out she was pregnant with twins!  Later that year, after a hard pregnancy
and labor, she delivered healthy identical twin boys via C-section. 
Because of the difficulties, Jenny would not be able to have any more
children, but we had the two that we had always wanted-Jack Martin and
Kevin Amos.

   Our boys were smart and funny-popular with other kids and adults. 
Everyone loved them.  However, they were best friends, often to the
exclusion of other kids.  Over the years we got concerned.

   One day when they were five, Jenny was on a website for parents of
multiples.  Another woman had started a chain on the bulletin board asking
about resources in our area.  Jenny suggested our town as a good place. 
Neither of us made a connection when the house next door to ours, which had
been on the market for about 6 months, sold the next weekend.

   However, a few weeks after that on our boys' birthday, a moving van
pulled up to the house.  The boys had been inside playing a game, but came
running down stairs telling us to look outside.  There standing timidly in
the front lawn were two redheaded girls.  They looked like twins.  Jack and
Kevin were bouncing up and down asking if they could go out and meet the
girls.  I was about to tell them to wait until the next day, but before I
could say anything Jenny came into the room and told them to have fun.  A
few minutes later, two boys and two girls were kicking a soccer ball around
our back yard.  We admired them for a few minutes before we grabbed a
bottle of wine and went over to meet our new neighbors.

   Later that night, while my wife and I lay in bed glowing after a round
of great sex, Jenny made the casual observation that the boys' bedroom
faced the smaller bedrooms on the other house.  At first I smiled, seeing
the cyclical nature of life.  Our boys now had little girls to be friends
with just like Jenny and I had.  However, then I began to realize that it
would not be the same for them.  We had been very protective of our boys,
so they had never experienced what Jenny and I had, which was good.  But
because of that they would never be able to replicate the bond that their
mother and I had formed decades before.

   This time, just like so many other times in our lives together, Jenny
had to have known what I was thinking.  "They're not broken like we were,"
she yawned in my ear, "but it'll still work out." When I asked her how she
could be so sure, she sat up and stared at me.  "Brian you goof!  Do you
really think it would have been any different," she asked.  "Well, maybe it
would have been for you, but not for me.  No matter if you were broken, or
I was, or neither of us were I'd still be right here in bed with you right
now.  Yeah, we bonded over what happened to us.  But that's not why I love
you.  From the day we met until we graduated, you were at the window almost
every night.  You made a commitment to always be with me and you were.  How
could any girl ask for any more from a guy?  I'm not sure when I fell in
love with you, and I know was a manipulative bitch about it.  For that I
will always be sorry.  I didn't deserve you then and probably still don't
deserve you today.  But you have always been committed to me and I will
always be committed to you.  Our boys are just like you-your mini-mes.  If
they decide they like these girls, there is no way the girls won't fall in
love with them too." Smiling, she straddled me.  "Now, enough being sad. 
You need to fuck your wife again."

   As Jenny leaned down to kiss me, I heard a window open on the other side
of the house.

   --end chapter 9- --end Always With Me-

   As this series ends, I have to give immeasurable thanks to my editor,
who wishes to remain anonymous.  His editing and feedback has helped me
develop this series into the product it is today.  He did this in spite of
not really liking my characters.  A writer could not want more.

   I always appreciate feedback.  If you really like, really hate, or can
see some improvements to my stories, send feedback to
secretdcguy@hotmail.com.  I am also looking for story ideas, so if you have
one please let me know.  This is my favorite genre, but I do others as
well.