Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2012 08:50:20 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: At Peter's House. Part Four.

    This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part Four.

   But back to the present. The life that I was leading was wonderful. I
had work which brought in money, had my meals cooked and my washing done,
and a lovely woman to fuck at night in bed. Almost like being married. The
bonus being that after every twelve weeks I had Peter to fuck and have him
fuck me, albeit, only for a short period and it made me give a thought to
the future when he graduated from the university. This I didn't want to
even think about at this time, so put it to the back of my mind and would
deal with this when the time came.

   My eighteenth birthday arrived, and with it being on a Monday this
particular year, meant that I wouldn't have Peter attend it though his dad
George could. For it was a grand barbeque out in the back garden of my own
house and had not only Alice and George there, but some other friends of
the family attend.

   As the guests arrived, I don't know if George noticed it or not, but all
the females that came, gave me a birthday kiss on the cheek whereas with
Alice, it was on the lips. If he had, nothing was said and I don't think my
parents noticed it either. It was a grand party and it wasn't until
midnight, that people started to say their goodbyes for a wonderful party,
me getting kissed again but with a slight difference. What with the drinks
that had been consumed, quite a few

 of the women, married or not, kissed me on the lips and saw in some,
certain looks in their eyes that they would have liked to have gone
further.

   Poor Peter. His birthday was due two weeks after mine and he would still
be at the university and on his own, except for maybe a few friends, but it
wouldn't be the same at not being at home. So I made a decision and phoned
him to say that I would come up to where he was for that special day. He
was delighted at this, saying that he was now really looking forward to
it. I made sure that I was free from work on that day and the following one
and when it arrived, told Alice and George what I was going to do. About
being there for his birthday and not about having sex with him, though
Alice guessed that I would.

   I was up early and drove to the airport and left the pick-up in the
parking lot and went and got a ticket for my destination and a return for
the following day. It was a two and half hour flight and so it was late
morning of my arrival, but not having any luggage, was soon off and getting
one of the first taxi's in the line up to take me to the university.

  There was one motel that I noticed on our journey into town, that had a
diner close by and a decent, well from the outside, a decent looking
restaurant, and decided that we would spend the night at this motel. On
arriving at the university, I had the driver wait while I collected another
passenger and went in to the main office and asked for a call to be made
for Peter Denton to come to this office. The secretary did this and with
him knowing that I was coming, was with me within five minutes.

  `Happy Birthday Peter,' I cried on seeing him and we went and hugged each
other, no kisses for the woman behind the counter could see us, a hug was
nothing between friends, but a kiss would have been going a bit too far.

  `Thanks for coming Danny. You really have made my day,' he said as I led
him out and down to the waiting taxi. I then, on entering the cab, told the
driver to drop us off at the diner next to the motel that I had spotted and
within twenty minutes we where there. I paid him off and we went into the
diner to order a takeaway burger and fries, having told Peter that we would
book into the motel a few yards down the highway.

  Carrying our bags of food, walked down there where I went and showed my
driving licence as to who I was and booked us both into the same room
saying that we were brothers, signing the registration book as Danny and
Peter Rundene. Collecting the key to the room offered, we went and it
wasn't until we were inside, did we go into a clinch to hug and kiss each
other.

  We decided to prolong the agony we both felt in wanting to couple
together in sex to eat our burgers and fries and tell of what we both had
been doing over the past few weeks. His was boring and mine, well you know
of that but for Peter, I left out about Alice, Joyce and Mike. Our lunch,
if you could call it that was soon eaten and we then began to kiss and get
each other's clothes off for us to go straight into the sixty nine position
and suck on the erect cock that faced us. The sucking of Peter instead of
Mike was different which is obvious at now having the contents of Peter's
balls flood my mouth as he cummed, taking mine too for us to enjoy moving
the mass of semen round our mouths before swallowing and then lick and
sucking again until both cock heads where clean.

  It was mostly incoherent drivel that we spoke in between kisses as we
stroked and fondled each other on one of the beds in the motel until we had
both risen up again to be fully erect and ready for use.

  `You're ready now lover. Fuck me. Fuck my pussy and make me happy,' he
had said. Now where or when in hell did he start calling his ass his pussy?
Was he becoming more of a female that male? Or did he...? Forget that! You
don't want to know, my mind shouted out to me. Whether he did or didn't,
doesn't concern you, it cried out again. You've been fucking other people,
his mother included, it said, so drop the thoughts. This I did and saw that
he was now lying on his back and not on his knees as we were used to having
sex in this position.

  `Why this way?' I asked, looking down at him as I knelt there between his
legs.

  `So that I can see the expressions on your face as we fuck. To see that
smile as you cum inside me and so that we can kiss with you still throbbing
inside me. I want it bare back so I can feel it when you do cum inside me,
and I can also hold you and know that you love me as we kiss.' All doubts
had gone now.

  `You've had sex with another male,' I said, still not having moved. His
face went red and he nodded.

  `Only twice Danny,' he said, his voice more of a whine. `I wanted you
but, well, there was another who wanted it and you were not there. Oh
darling, I'm sorry,' and he started to cry. `Oh Danny, I wanted you so
badly but I wasn't strong enough to resist. I made believe that it was you,
truly,' he sobbed.

  `You used a condom I hope?' I asked.

  `Of course Danny. I insisted on that for I knew that the only one that I
really wanted was you, fucking me bare back, but I wouldn't let him. A
condom or not at all, and when he produced one and saw the cock that he
had, I couldn't say no,' his body now shaking and tears flowing down his
face. `His...his,' and he hiccupped. `He wasn't as big as you, but just
seeing it there...' and off he went again, sobbing. Boy, he really knew how
to tug at my heart strings. I fell forward onto him and kissed him, trying
to wipe the tears away at the same time as we kissed, both feel the
erections we had now being squashed between us.

  `There Peter, there,' I said as I stroked his face. `As long as a condom
was used, I forgive you.' Hypocrite! My mind screamed at me. You've not
been going without sex over the same period of time! `So you had sex in
this fashion, lying on your back?'

  `Yes,' he whispered. `But it was your face that I saw each time and
wished, oh how I wished that it had been you. I'm sorry Danny,' and he
started to cry again.

  `So you are as a woman having sex lying on your back then?' I asked
softly.

  `Yes Danny. I am the woman for you. I want you. I need you! Fuck me and
let me know that it is you by seeing your face. Your smiling face as you
fuck your wife!' he said.

  Christ! He was my wife now? Not just a lover, but my wife! Well it was
him that had really started us off into being lovers, what with his male
pictures up on the wall of the workshop and wanting me to be the first to
fuck him. I can't answer as to why I let him fuck me in return. Quid pro
Quo?

  `Well Peter, as you used a condom, we can make love without one,' I said
as I lifted my body up off of his and he gave me a smile that said so many
words that it would takes pages to say what I read in his eyes that had lit
up knowing that by my words that I had forgiven him and not refused to fuck
him and so moved away from him.

  He arched his back so that he could lift his legs right up for his lower
calves to rest on my shoulders. This action and movement also lifted his
ass up from the bed and I could just see it there, high enough for me to
put my cock inside to fuck him. I leaned forward to support myself on my
outstretched arms either side of his body, bending it forward a little more
and knew by the touch, as he gave out a shiver, that the head of my cock
was in the right place.

  I leaned in closer, feeling my cock start to expand his ring piece and
with a gasp from him, entered into the hot and tight interior of his
ass. Forever forward it seemed that I moved into him, his legs starting to
slide down my arms to rest in the crook of the elbows as I filled him till
I couldn't go any further.

  `I love you Danny,' he smiled up at me as my cock throbbed away inside
him, his muscle flexing itself round the shaft of my cock. `I love where
you are and that it is you that's now inside me. Take me to heaven.'

  I couldn't help but smile back down at him as I began to fuck him in this
new position for us. Him smiling back at me, pursing his lips in a kiss as
I fucked my "wife". Half way through, I stopped and really leaned forward
to him and had his hands come round me neck to help lift his up so that we
could have a kiss before I carried on until I reached my peak and really
began to ram myself into him, hearing his cries and the pleasure on his
face as he felt every shot of my cumming into his pussy as he called it.

  The only trouble was that with him half bent at the middle as he was, his
own throbbing cock up high on his stomach, began to jerk and pulsate and as
I came inside him, he let fly with his cum, shooting out of the eye of his
cock and coating his chest in a stream of this milky fluid. It reached up
to his chin that first shot, the rest just adding to the line of cum that
he had laid down.

  Bang goes his fucking of me was the thought in my mind as I saw it
shooting out as I cummed inside him. I wanted that, my mind cried out, up
my ass like he's getting mine. But it was too late now crying over spilt
milk and had to choke back the laugh that this thought had come into my
mind.

  `Oh Danny,' he wailed. `Look what I've done, and I didn't even touch
myself.'

  `Don't worry about it,' I said as I eased myself down to lay on top of
him with me still being buried inside him. His legs had slid down now
though still wide apart and I kissed him, feeling his sperm being smeared
over out chests. `You must have needed me so much. You should have fucked
me first and we wouldn't have this mess between us. Well we can still lick
it off,' and with his body relaxing and starting to straighten out, I felt
myself slipping out of him.

  With some effort on his part, he heaved me up and rolled me off of him
where he then began licking his cum up off my chest. I then did the same to
him before I got up from the bed to go and wash my cock from where it had
been before returning and having him kiss me and snuggle up into my arms.

  `I love you Danny,' he whispered in my ear. `Love you with all my heart.'

  `I love you too Peter and I forgot to buy a birthday present before
coming up here,' I said to him.

  `You've just given me the best present that I could wish for,' his hand
moving down and stroking my soft cock.

  `That's not enough,' I answered him.

  `It's big and more than enough for me,' he replied.

  We kissed and stroked each other, saying silly love things to each other
for the next hour until his handling of me brought me up to another
erection. Mind you, I brought his up too and so we slipped into the sixty
nine position to suck on each other, briefly stopping to tell him that I
wanted him come in my ass and not in my mouth. So we soon stopped this and
then had the pleasure of once again having him behind and fucking me. Then
I got his cum in the place where I wanted it, feeling it coat my insides
with every pulsating salvo that made me quiver with delight.

  I then fucked him in the doggie position which I preferred before we went
and had a shower before me taking him to the restaurant that I'd see just
past the diner. It was an excellent dinner that we had to celebrate his
birthday, drinking a bottle and a half each of wine between us before going
back to the motel for more sexy loving.

  For this, when we were naked, had him kneel on the edge of the bed so
that I could stand up behind him, slowly pushing my cock up into his ass
and slowly moving my erection in and out at a leisurely pace which didn't
exhaust me as much as acting the dog with its bitch. He crooned with
delight as he felt my cum hitting him and I just loved pumping my seed up
into his tight backside.

  With then being my turn to be the recipient of his cock and cum, I was on
my knees as usual and gurgled in pleasure of feeling him fill me with his
cock until his thighs were up against the cheeks of my bum.

  `Ease yourself down onto your front Danny,' he said, `and let my lie on
your back as we fuck. It really tightens up your insides round my cock and
it's lovely.' This I did. Slowly falling forward with him holding onto me
and staying inside until I was flat out and him on top and still had his
throbbing cock inside me. He was right, for I could feel that I had
tightened up inside and with him getting his hands up under my shoulders to
grip tightly, using this as a means of heaving himself up in his fucking of
me. His cock never seemed to leave my body as he fucked me in this fashion
with just his hips moving as he pulled himself up into me. It was tight and
lovely and had him cum in quite a short time in this position.

  After our shower, we were back on the bed and sucked on each other's
balls and nibble at the cock in front of us as well as giving it some
sucking until they were both up and hard. We carried on until we both gave
up our cum to be savoured before swallowing, but still kept on sucking away
and I think we both fell asleep in doing this, with us both sucking on a
cock like a child with a pacifier in our mouths.

                                                          *

  We woke up in this position though I can't say who woke up first, but we
carried on where we had left off and soon, with it being a morning
erection, had us cumming into each other which was as good as that first
cup of coffee in the morning. We couldn't stay there any longer as he still
had his classes to attend and so we showered and didn't have time for
breakfast and had the motel clerk phone for a cab to take us first to the
university and then to the airport. We had kissed our goodbyes before
leaving the motel room for we wouldn't be able to outside, so with the cab
arriving, I gave up the room key, having paid last night, we were driven
off to the University. Sitting in the back, we were able to stroke each
other's thigh and crotch and I think we both got hard inside our
trousers. Well I did and so didn't get out of the cab when we got to drop
Peter off. It was just a squeeze of the hand and he waved goodbye as the
cab pulled away to drive me to the airport.

  After paying him off, I had to go straight to the men's toilets to get
into a cubicle and jerk myself off as I had stayed hard for the whole
journey. So having reduced my cock to its flaccid state, checked in and was
soon being flown back to my home airport. I had kept this day free of work
and so I got into my pick-up and drove off the Peter's house and within
half an hour, I was on the sofa with Alice in the workshop.

  With us both naked, stroking and caressing each other, we kissed first
before speaking.

  `How's Peter? Did he enjoy his birthday?' she asked.

  `He was over the moon with me turning up, and yes, we both enjoyed his
birthday,' I told her with a smile.

  `I guessed you would,' she replied smiling back at me.

  `Though I'm glad to be back here with you,' I said kissing her and then
started to really make love to her by moving my body down over hers until I
was between her thighs and giving her the first orgasm of the day. I didn't
get a chance of finishing the job of cleaning her up by having her tugging
at my ears.

  `Now Danny, now! Fuck me!'  I finally heard her crying out. Her thighs
had opened, letting me get free and I quickly slid my body up hers, our
sweat creating a lovely smooth slope, reaching out with my hands either
side of her chest to heave myself up and feel my throbbing cock slide up
into her pussy like a knife through butter. Into the inner body heat and
feeling her muscle moving faster than a sewing machine as it flexed itself
along my probing cock. She gave out a gasp as our pubes met and the smile
she gave me was something to die for as I came to a stop. Her chest was
heaving beneath me and saw that through the sweat, her nipples were up and
as hard as gold nuggets.

  My problem now was that I was ready to let myself go at any time, but
wanted her to cum at the same time. So I was using the deep thrust then a
short thrust, a technique from the east though I can't remember what it's
called. With the short thrust, you actually pull your cock right out of the
pussy you're fucking, letting it spring up on exit to rasp her clit before
then giving her the deep thrust. Well it worked with my cock hitting her
clit every second inward push for she was soon beginning to buck herself
beneath me.

  So in less than a minute, her legs were squeezing my waist as she almost
lifted us both up off the sofa as she had her orgasm, me then letting go of
mine to then fill her before coming to a stop with sweat pouring down from
my forehead and chest.

  `That's...that's...the best...yet, Danny,' she panted, her chest heaving,
making her hard nipples press themselves to my chest with every deep breath
she took. I smiled down at her, seeing that she was as sweaty as I felt and
knew that the next stop would be the showers for us both. Different rooms
of course in case George woke up. Well she must have woken him up for I
heard his voice after I had showered, but now knowing that he was awake,
went back into my room and changed into working gear and went down and out
into the garden and carried on with mowing the lawns.

  I worked until Alice called out that dinner was ready, so stopped, washed
my hands and joined them at the table and after the meal, carried on to
finish the mowing of the lawns. It was just getting dark then and so by the
time I'd had my shower, it was time for bed. I'd already told Alice what I
was doing and so she knew when to come to my room where we had a nice
leisurely coupling that we both enjoyed enormously. Our second session was
almost a replica of the first and it really tired us both and it wasn't
long after breaking apart that we fell asleep.

                                                       *

  It was two days later that I had a strange encounter. I was called to a
job that was the other side of town to where I was based, but having some
free time, went. It was a stupid little job that only took an hour and a
half but they paid me, including my fuel costs for the work done and not
having even been offered a drink there, I was thirsty and so stopped at the
first diner I came to. With the time being between breakfast and lunch, the
place was almost empty. Only two tables of four being inside and I went and
sat down at a two seater by the window.

  There were two waitresses there and as I sat down, one came towards me
with a tray of two milk shakes and two coffees on it for a table past
mine. As she came almost level with mine, a youngster at a table almost
opposite me suddenly stood up without looking. Sod's law stepped in and his
head hit a corner of the tray that this waitress was carrying, knocking it
out of her hand.

  Guess where it landed? Correct! Right in my fucking lap. Two milk shakes
and two white coffees hit the lower part of my T shirt and flooded the
front of my shorts. Pandemonium as I gave out a shout at the shock of it
all landing in my lap. The waitress giving out a scream. The boy shouting
out that it wasn't his fault and the adults with him quickly got him out of
the diner as the waitress who had lost the tray was trying to pick up what
she could from my lap.

  All she could keep saying was sorry as she tried, but with me standing
up, sent most of it to the floor.

  `Fuck!' was all I could say, trying to stop her hand that held a cloth
was trying to wipe down my front.

  `Sorry sir, Sorry,' and then pulled my arm. `Come out back and let me get
you cleaned up. Rosie?' she called out to the other girl. `See to that
tables order while I see to this gentleman,' still pulling at my arm. I
gave up and followed her, shaking the front of my shorts as we went through
a side door and she led me to what appeared to be the staff toilet. She
pulled me inside and shut the door.

  `I'm terribly sorry about that sir. My name is Maisie. Now get those wet
things off and let me clean them.' I couldn't think of anything but getting
my wet T shirt off. This I did and she took it and put it on the edge of
the basin in there. `Shorts as well,' she said and saw me hesitate. `Oh
come on! I've seen a naked man before. Get those shorts off.'

  Such was my confusion at what had happened and at the speed that I was
hustled out and into this toilet and the authoritive way that she spoke, I
did as I was told and took them off, sitting down onto the toilet seat to
get the shorts down over my boots. She had knelt down to help me get them
off over my boots and looked at what had been uncovered.

  `Well that's a nice cock you've got there, covered in coffee. Stand up!'
she commanded as she got up and put my shorts along with my T shirt, seeing
them slip to the floor which she seemed to ignore. She then, with the same
cloth she had tried to clean me up at first, having brought it in with her,
soaked it under the tap and began to use it to wipe my front.

  All this had happened within a couple of minutes and with her moving
about so fast, I had no chance of stopping her from what she was doing. Now
with me having my cock and balls being washed, with a wet cloth or without,
my body reacted as it always did when being handled, and started to rise up
to an erection.

  `Wow! I haven't seen one this big,' she said when it was fully
erect. `Sit down,' pushing me back and being caught off balance fell back
to finish sitting on the toilet with my prick standing out proud from my
groin. `I can't let this go,' she said standing in front of me and pulled
up her short black skirt so that it was around her waist, me then seeing
the white panties she was wearing beneath it. She was quick, no two ways
about it, for she straddled my thighs and with one hand, pulled the gusset
of her panties to one side and used the other hand to take hold of my rigid
cock and hold it up right as she then sank down on it.

  Her internal body heat was like an inferno as she took me inside her
pussy, sinking down until she was sitting on my thighs.

  `Christ! It feels bigger that it looked,' she said, wiggling her hips on
my thighs, making the head of my cock rub both sides of her vagina that was
buried deep inside her. Then she started bouncing up and down on me as her
hands held onto my shoulders. My hands had automatically gone to her waist
to help her in this technically fucking of herself on my rampant cock.

  It had all happened so quick with her mounting me that there was nothing
that I could now do but help her in what she was doing, besides, I was now
enjoying it. She then gave out a cry and really pulled our bodies together
and held me tight as her body began to shudder, me knowing that she was
having an orgasm and of course, with my cock where it was and being done to
it, cummed into her at the same time, me shuddering the same as she had
just done.

  `Wow!' she panted, leaning her head onto my shoulder. `I haven't cum like
that for ages,' she panted, her breath hot against my neck. `Nor have I had
a cock like yours inside me. Wrong that it is, I'm kind of glad of the
accident we had outside there,' and she kissed me. `Bloody hell!' she then
cried out. `We've just had a fuck and I don't even know your name.'

  `Danny,' I said, now holding her in a hug, making my cock twitch inside
to her little giggles as she felt it.

  `You certainly are some cocksman,' she came back at me and surprised me
again by suddenly lifting herself up off of me and as quick, went down onto
her knees and sucked on my wet cock. Only for a minute or two before
getting up and pulling down her skirt. `Let me now see to cleaning your
shorts and T shirt,' she said, picking them up from the floor.

  `Forget the T shirt,' I said as she was leaving the toilet. `I've never
liked it.' She gave me a smile and shut the door. I still sat there, both
stunned and shocked that in that short time from having the coffee and milk
shakes in my lap, I'd had a woman fuck herself on my cock before leaving me
on my own. I had to give my head a shake to bring me back to reality and
knew that I would have to wash myself for it wouldn't do with Alice
smelling as well as tasting another woman's juices on and around my cock
when we bedded later that evening. So I got up and gave my groin, cock and
balls a damn good wash in the basin and dried myself on the paper towels
that were there.

  I was now clean but still bollock naked, except for my boots and went to
the door and opened it to see Maisie giving my shorts a shake.

  `Are they dry yet?'I asked.

  `No. I just got the front clean and have yet to dry them,' she said.

  `Well have you got a towel or something that I can cover myself with?' I
asked her.

  `No,' and she looked around and picked up my T shirt. `Use this to cover
yourself and come out here and sit down,' she said as she threw me my dirty
T shirt. I caught it and looked outside the door to see if anyone else was
there, and saw another man, obviously the cook working at a grill with his
back towards me, and so I quickly scuttled across to where Maisie was and
sat down on a chair that was near her, covering my front with the shirt I
held in my hand. `I can't get all the stains out but at least it's not
sticky. Here, hold it while I get out the electric fire to dry it. What did
you come in the diner for? Whatever it was, it's on the house.'

  `Er, just a bacon sandwich and a coke,' I said. She then turned round.

  `Joe!' she shouted at the man at the grill. `One bacon sandwich for this
hunk sitting here, oh, and a coke.' She then disappeared through another
door and came back a minute later with and electric fire and a coat
hanger. She plugged the fire in near that door and took my shorts from my
hand and fixed it to the hanger which was then hung on the door knob and
turned on the fire and got it closer to my shorts for the heat to dry
it. She then collected my sandwich and coke and gave it to me. `On the
house. Back in a mo',' and off she went after giving me a big smile.

  I sat there drinking my coke and eating my sandwich still bemused at how
fast she had organised things and of us having that fuck in the toilet as I
watched the slight steam coming up from my drying shorts. She came back
about ten minutes later and took my empty plate and can from me and put
them by the sink and came and felt my shorts.

  `It's dry now,' she said and took it off the hanger and passed it to
me. `Don't be shy now,' giving me that smile again. `I've seen it, felt it,
sucked it and, well, if ever you feel that you need a good fuck again, call
in anytime and I'll help you out.' She pulled the T shirt away from me so
that she could see again what I had between my legs as I got up and put my
shorts back on. With her previous comment, my cock had started to rise up
again, but quickly covered it with my warm shorts.

  `Er, thanks Maisie for...for my sandwich and drink, and...er what you
have done for me.'

  `You're welcome,' she said and gave me a kiss. `Do come back sometime for
us to have it again.'

  `I'll keep you in mind Maisie, and thanks again,' I said and then went
and left the diner wondering if I would go back sometime, but doubtful that
I would it being as I've said, the opposite side of town.

  I drove my pick-up back towards Peter's house, thinking of how erotic it
had been, sitting on the toilet seat naked with my cock standing upright,
her pulling up her skirt and pulling aside the gusset of her panties before
impaling herself on my rampant cock.

  I parked up by the garage, leaving enough room for George to get his car
out when he went off to work later and was surprised to see him already up
when I entered the kitchen. No sex with Alice in the workshop then.

  `You're back early,' George said from where he was sitting at the kitchen
table.

  `Yeah. Stupid woman. I thought I had a major disaster to repair, but it
didn't take long,' I replied, accepting the cup of coffee that Alice had
poured out for me, giving her my thanks, looking at the wan smile on her
face and knew why it was so. George and I sat there talking for a good two
hours, the longest I'd ever talked with him I think. Not knowing that I
would not have the chance again for we had the most calamitous thing that
could ever happen to a household a few nights later.

                                                      *

  Alice and I had had a lovely evening in my bed, licking, sucking and
fucking before going to sleep but were woken up just after three in the
morning with the door bell being pushed quite a few times. Long rings at
that.

  `What the fuck's that?' Alice said on waking up at the continuing ring of
the bell.

  `Don't know,' I replied, awake too and saw what the time was. `Who ever's
there is insistent. Let me answer the door,' I said, getting out of bed as
she did too, putting on her gown and I got mine out of the bathroom, and
with putting it on, when downstairs with Alice following me.

  `Okay! I'm coming,' I shouted out as I was going down and the bell
stopped ringing at hearing my voice. I got to the door and opened it to
find two police officers standing there.

  `Mr. Denton?' the one in front asked of me.

  `No. I'm a guest here,' I replied.

  `Is Mrs. Denton here then?' he asked.

  `I'm Mrs. Denton,' Alice said from behind me.

  `May we come in,' he asked and I knew then that there had been trouble,
and with it being this early in the morning, guessed that involved George.

  `Ye...yes,' Alice stammered, and I stood aside to let the two of them
enter and saw that Alice's face had gone a deathly white.

  `Please sit down Mrs. Denton,' this first officer said, pointing to the
sofa. Alice seemed to stagger as she went and sat down and I moved and sat
down beside her and took hold of her hand as both policemen came and stood
in front of us.

  `It's bad news I'm afraid. Your husband has been killed in a gunfight at
the plant.' A bald and shocking statement really, but there was no point of
beating about the bush with this kind of news.

  `Oh my God, No!' Alice cried out, her other hand raised up to her mouth,
tears coming to her eyes and her other hand squeezing mine tight. I managed
to get my other arm round her shoulders as she began to quiver and shake.

  `I'm afraid so. His partner was also shot and is in a very serious
condition, now being at the hospital. Along with one of the other
gunmen. Three of them had been killed too. It looks like they were raiding
the plant and were stopped by your husband and his partner and put up a
good fight and stopped them.'

  At least the police officer had a sorrowful look on his face as did the
other one.

  `Sorry to be the bearer of this tragic news, but you had to be told,' he
said.

  `Where...where is my husband now,' Alice stammered, choking back the sobs
and tears.

  `At the city morgue now, and I'm afraid that later you will have to
confirm his identity,' he said.

  `I can't believe it, Alice said in a low voice, and I hugged her tight to
me to stop her shivering. `I just can't believe it.'

  `Thank you officer for telling us,' I said. `It must be hard to be the
bearer of bad news.'

  `That it is sir,' he replied. `the worse part of our job.'

  `What time would we be expected to...to visit the morgue?' I asked, not
wanting to say "the body" as I held Alice.

  `Any time this morning. Ten o'clock?' he replied.

  `We'll be there,' I said, and they both then gave us a salute and left,
closing the door behind them and had Alice sobbing on my shoulder.

  `Why George? Why him,' she cried, soaking my dressing gown with her
tears. There was nothing I could say or do at this moment, only hold her
tight until she calmed down a little. The front of her gown had opened and
I could see one rounded tit there but it didn't arouse me as it might have
done under different circumstances.

  We sat there for nearly an hour without a word being said, holding her in
to my shoulder, feeling her now again giving out a shiver, and with her
finally seeming to have calmed down, released her and got up and went into
the kitchen to make some coffee.

  I'd used mugs and not cups as it would be easier to hold. Even so, with
it only half full, her hand shook a couple of times and would have spilt
some if it had been full. But she drank it and another mug later as we
didn't go back to bed and it wasn't until it was full daylight did I get
her to go and have a shower and get dressed, but declined any breakfast
when I offered to cook it. So we didn't eat, though I doubt if I could have
done so either.

  Both having had a shower and gotten dressed, were soon back downstairs
until it was getting close to ten that we left the house to go to the
morgue. I was surprised at how bright and tastefully decorated, expecting
it to have been gloomy and half in darkness in respect of the dead people
that it held. We were directed down a corridor and met by a police officer
and a man in a doctor's coat and shown into a small room that had a big
window in the opposite wall.

  Through this, we could see a shrouded body on a gurney quite close to the
glass and another man it a white coat was standing next to each. The man
with us knocked on the glass and the one on the other side, pulled down the
sheet to uncover the face of George, looking as though he was asleep.

  `Is that your husband, George Denton?' the police officer asked of
Alice. I was holding her and had felt her sag slightly at see his face
through the glass.

  `Yes,' she whispered, and the other man with us knocked on the glass
again and the sheet was pulled back up to cover the face of George. Alice
had given out a sob and had quickly turned away from the window, leaning in
to me as I held her.

  `Sorry Mrs. Denton. It's hard, I know, but we are required by law for the
closest relative to make a positive identity,' the police officer said.

  `We understand,' I said, and led Alice out of that room and back to the
pick-up for me to drive her home.

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