Rise of the Sanguine Moon

By John Henry "Doc" Holliday

Rise of the Sanguine Moon is a story of two friends who turn a dream into reality, encountering obstacles, crazy love and Indian lore along the way. But then again, don’t all of us have dreams we seek to come true? Climb on board, fasten your seat belt and prepare for a very turbulent ride....... Doc

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Henry "Doc" Holliday
• Release date: Dec 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005381899

John Henry "Doc" Holliday

The first novel for John Henry “Doc” Holliday, no kin to his namesake., was written at age 60. Doc is a storyteller who weaves the elements of his stories into the written word in the form of a novel.He is not schooled in or studied books on the writing. He avoided reading novels by other writers to not influence or corrupt his own outpourings. In additional to the stories, Doc has written many verses of prose and song lyrics. There will be other stories that will be produced as novels in the near future. His first novel "Cartel El Corazón Negro".His second novel “Rise of the Sanguine Moon”. A detective series "The Hart of the Matter" is a three book series #1 The Case of Mistaken Identity, #2 The Case of the Conniving Conundrum and #3 The Case of the Misplaced Cicada. A love story "A One in a Million Chance of a Lifetime".

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Chapter One

The sign above the stately entrance of Harvard University read Welcome to Homecoming 2012. It had been ten years since the class of 1992 had last met . The twentieth reunion was billed as to be the most attended yet. Ian Green had flown back to Boston from his digs in Kilkenny, Ireland and was really looking forward to seeing everyone, but especially his childhood friend and college roommate, Talbert Higgins. Tal was driving down from his cabin outside Portland, Maine. The two had grown up together as across the street neighbors in Fairfax, Virginia. They had been schooled together from Kindergarten through Harvard graduation and were as close as brothers by other mothers could ever be. The roommates had gone their separate ways at graduation with Tal headed out to tackle the world in New York City and Ian remaining behind to attend and graduate from Harvard Law.

Tal pursued his dream of acting, finding small bit-parts in some off-Broadway shows. Ian had won the prestigious Wilson Fellowship and headed for London, to pursue an additional degree in Business Management.

While they kept in touch with emails and cards for special occasions with sporadic phone calls here and there; their paths did not cross again until the tenth-year reunion. 2002 would re-unite the wandering friends, where they shared a room together and spent the whole weekend talking about old times and life changes. Tal had fallen in love with an actress who had no interest in marriage and they had cohabitated together for eight years. That was until one morning when he woke up to find a note explaining that she had run off with another actress to Arizona to find herself. He of course was devastated and launched a shield against any new long-term relationships.

Ian, had met a member of the Royal Family and fallen madly in love with her. They were married in a huge celebration in the same Cathedral Princess Diana had been. Unfortunately, that seemed to be the kiss of death, as their marriage did not last even a year. While he was heartbroken, he had come away with a small Castle in Kilkenny, Ireland which also housed the oldest Pub in all of Ireland.

Here they were together ten years later to catch up on the happenings in each other’s lives and of course gossip about all their other classmates. Tal, where the hell are you? Ian questioned as he heard Tal’s voicemail message. The two had agreed to meet at 1 PM at the Campus Bar for their first round of drinks. In Tal’s typical fashion, he was late and of course had not called. Then the door opened and out of the bright sunlight, stepped Tal sporting a ponytail and a beard that would make Santa proud. He spotted Ian in the corner and his booming boisterous voice, hollered, the British are here, take cover! His antics brought laughter from all except Ian, who was wanting to hide. Ian old friend, you are early, couldn’t wait to see me, huh? Jesus, Tal, don’t they have barbers in Maine? Ian replied, now chuckling. They hugged and life was suddenly back to normal.

They talked about what the last ten years had held and how much they had missed each other, being so far away. By the third round, Tal was doing impressions for those sitting near, while Ian was enjoying his old buddy’s performance. Soon it was time to head back to the hotel and change for the night’s festivities. The talk during the cab ride was about their old flames from the class and what they would be like, if they were married and if they would be able to recognize them.

Ian, let’s grab another drink to take to the room, Tal suggested, we’ve got time, let’s just grab one here and people watch. Ian was agreeable and ordered two Grey Goose’s on the rocks with a twist. Tal snickered at the order and uttered, an Englishman drinking French vodka, isn’t that sacrilegious or something? Get stuffed, Ian replied. They took their drinks to a table where they could sit and have a view of the lobby and the passing guest. The hotel was one of the chosen sites as a host for the homecoming. As they sipped, they glanced at all the passing faces for familiar ones. From behind a voice interrupted their sightings. "My God, it’s Ian Green and the Abominable snowman!. Both heads snapped around and there stood Angela McCarthy, known as Angel, and the most popular girl in the class of ’92. Ian was staring speechless at the vision of beauty, who hadn’t changed a day since graduation. Tal, who hadn’t appreciated Angel in school or now after her snowman comment, looked her up and down, then replied, well, well, if it’s not Ms. Goody two-shoes, are you working this bar or just lost? Now, now, Talbert, did I hurt your feelings, Angel responded in a feigned caring voice, I actually like the hair and beard, it hides your face. Geez, this is like a time warp back to high school, between you two, can we just agree to be nice for the weekend?" Ian pled. Angel stuck her tongue out, while Tal shot her a bird, then all three broke down in laughter.

They got Angel a drink and spent the next hour trading stories of their lives and of course gossip on their classmates. Angel had been engaged three times, but she said she could never pull the trigger. She was living out West, in St. George, Utah, running a resort. Second drink in, a light bulb went off for Angel and she brought up the status of the big dream they had made known at the tenth reunion. Ian and Tal had made a pact that if neither one was married or had a family by the twentieth reunion, they were going to head out West together and buy their own town. That subject hadn’t even come up earlier in the day and as Angel repeated it, Ian and Tal looked at each other, nodding their heads yes and giving each other high fives.

But the Homecoming festivities awaited and now all three were running late. They took off for their rooms with the promise, the conversation would continue later.

Chapter Two

Ian and Tal talked about how great Angel looked and how cool it would be for the three of them to arrive arm in arm into the Homecoming party together. They called Angel and arranged to meet in the lobby, then share a cab to the Old Market Square, where the party was to be held. Tal and Ian headed for the bar to hit one for the road and were half way through their drinks when Angel entered the bar. You could have heard a pin drop, as a hush fell over the room when the patrons spotted Angel in the doorway. Stunning wouldn’t begin to describe the black sequined short dress with a plunging V neckline, exposing the fullness of her breast. Her black lace hose replete with three-inch stiletto heels were straight out of a Victoria Secret’s fashion show. As she made her way to the boy’s table, Ian slightly fell out of his chair to meet her. Tal just stared open-mouthed. She gave them a models turn and with a big grin asked, Well, do you like? Oh, Talbert, you are going to draw flies. She wasn’t through, though, a couple more model poses and twirls were to be exhibited. Damn, Angel, you look like a New York Model, wow-wow-wow, Ian blurted. More like a Times Square hooker, I’d say, Tal interjected, earning him a solid slug in the arm, then a big kiss on the cheek. Okay, guys, please can you two just be civil for one night? Ian urged. I will, if she will, Tal offered, as he wiped the lipstick off his cheek. Well, I guess I can too, but only if Tal agrees to at least one dance with me, Angel replied. The boys downed their drinks and the three mouseketeers were on their way. Ian had worn his non-formal Tux and Tal had worn his best suit, in fact his only suit, a three-piece black pinstripe with a vest.

They entered the registration room and there at the desk was one of Tal’s old flames, Christy Charity. She practically turned over the table going to greet Tal, who was now wide eyed, desperately trying to remember her name as she approached. I can’t believe it, Talbert Higgins, you showed up and you look just the same! Christy exclaimed, as she grabbed him, squeezed him in a bear hug while planting a big juicy kiss right on his lips. Tal was still searching his mind frantically for her name when Angel spoke up, saying, Why Christy dear, you just kissed my husband. What? Tal uttered. Uh, Christy, she is just kidding. I mean really what woman would want this wooly mammoth? Ian added. Christy, confused by it all, just began giggling and agreed. Tal, who was now beet red, just shot a bird at the others. Christy undeterred, grabbed Tal’s arm and led him to the desk to get his name tag. She clipped it on, then took his arm and escorted him to the party room. Tal was caught up in the moment, wondering why they hadn’t worked out twenty years ago.

Ian and Angel registered and went to the party room. Silence covered the room, as classmates caught a glimpse at the couple that looked like they had just stepped out of GQ magazine. As the girls realized it was Angel, they started streaming towards her. When the guys realized it was Ian on Angel’s arm, they surrounded him. Every guy in the room had always fantasized a date with Angel and here she was with good ole Ian. Damn man, how did you pull this off? they asked. Ian just smiled then replied, oh, she just picked me up.

The girls were all over Angel, telling her how great she looked and asking how she had hooked up with the dreamy Ian. The music began, signaling the start of the party. Ian and Angel found Tal and Christy and joined them. Tal, who had not gotten a word in edgewise for the past ten minutes, was thrilled they had been joined. Christy had exposed her life story of two failed marriages, no children and her big job on Wall Street. Tal just needed another drink and quickly offered to get one for all, as an escape plan. Angel had sat next to Christy and the two began to do the girl talk thing. Ian was doing his best to avoid being dragged in and spotted his old flame, Darla Patterson, known as the ice queen, along with another woman sitting at a table just across the room. He gathered his courage, excused himself from the table and headed over to say hello. Darla, you look as wonderful as ever, he allowed. Oh, my God, Ian, Ian Green, I can’t believe it’s you. How have you been? Darla questioned. Ian bent down and kissed her cheek, responding, been good, living in Ireland these days, and you? Oh, life has been good to me, I, we live here in Boston, Darla answered as she grabbed the woman’s hand seated next to her, Ian, this is my wife Jean Ann. Ian was taken off-guard by the introduction, but quickly recovered and said, oh, well, congratulations, very nice meeting you Jean Ann. Darla then added that she and Ian had dated briefly in high school. As Ian stood by the table, he now had a better understanding of the ice queen’s demeanor. Wow, I couldn’t help but notice you are here with Ms. Harvard, Darla noted. Oh Angel, well yes we did come together and Talbert is here with us, Ian explained as he pointed to Tal heading to the table, Great seeing you Darla and meeting you Jean Ann, see you later, Promise me one dance for old times? Darla requested. Ian smiled then answered, Sure, why not, as he headed back to his table.

He couldn’t wait to share his new found information with his pals. Tal saw him headed back and motioned for Ian to come sit next to him. The four talked, danced and laughed all night. They reminisced of all the old times at school and gossiped about all the classmates they had run across. Angel and Tal had their dance, in peace, while Ian and Darla shared the floor. Then the night came to an end and it was time to depart. Ian suggested the four of them continue the party at another club. But Angel was tired and just wanted to grab a cab back to the hotel. Christy had another plan. She had rented a car and would drive everyone back to the hotel. The four piled in and headed back. When they arrived, Ian suggested a night cap. Angel was all for it, but wanted to change into something more comfortable and maybe Ian could bring her drink to her room. Christy agreed and urged Tal to do the same. What’s a guy to do? The girls headed to their rooms and the guys would follow with drinks in hand soon.

Chapter Three

Ian looked at the room number Angel had written on the napkin and pushed P1 on the elevator. When the elevator came to a stop, an automated voice said push talk to receive permission to enter. Ian thought it was strange, but considered it might just be extra security for the hour of the morning. He did as instructed to hear Angel’s voice reply, Ian is that you?. He answered, with drink in hand. The elevator doors opened into a large living area with sofas, chairs and even a dining table. A large screen TV hung on the wall with a sound bar underneath. Ian gazed around the magnificent room, taking it all in when suddenly, the curtains began to open, exposing the view of the lights of Boston and the harbor. He was mesmerized. While he had a nice room, this one was fit for a king or in this case a Queen. His thoughts were interrupted, as Angel entered the room wearing a long, flowing, red satin robe, which glistened in the warm candlelight scattered across the room. Definitely Queen, Ian finished his thought. A man generally never at a loss for words, he found himself suddenly speechless, for the second time in this day. Ian, are you just going to stand there and let the ice melt? Angel questioned. Still under her spell, Ian fought to respond, Huh, oh, why no, it’s just that I was blown away by the, uh view, that’s all. So, you like my view, huh, she answered, and the city isn’t bad either, eh?

With that, she took her drink, then escorted him through a sliding door out on a balcony overlooking the Bay. Here he was with a woman he could never get a date with twenty years earlier, and now stood next to her on a Penthouse balcony with a million-dollar view. His mind was trying to process it all, as the silk robed vixen was just inches away. He nervously sipped his drink, searching for something, anything to say, but she would beat him to the punch as in a sultry tone she said, it’s a little chilly out here, would you mind if I move closer? as she slid her arm around his back. Mind are you kidding? Ian thought, as he enjoyed the feel of the warmth of her body penetrating the thin silk on his side and leg. He gulped and began choking. Angel quickly got behind him to perform the Heimlich maneuver, which caused her large breasts to squeeze into his back. Ian quickly recovered and she loosened her grip.

He stood in a total state of embarrassment from the choking, but more so from the very evident tent in his pants that had popped up. Oh Angel, I’m so sorry, I , I mean, oh well, I guess the ice went down the wrong way , he stumbled through. Sweetie, it’s okay and from the looks of it, it seems I’ve finally got your attention, she replied with a grin, I mean really, how many hints do I need to give to you? With that Ian tossed his glass on the table, took her in his arms and gave her a long passionate kiss. BOO-YA, a twenty-year urge, satisfied in seconds. She moaned from the attention and they clung together like glue, trading kisses and running their hands across each other’s hair and backs. The heat building creating a steam like mist to rise from their entwined bodies. Finally, they came up for air. He was confused and did not want to overstep his bounds, saying, Angel, oh my, your lips are even more perfect than I imagined and your body, wow, I just don’t want to rush into something we might regret in the morning. She just smiled back at him, then responded, why Mr. Green, do I make you nervous? I’m loving this moment. I have waited twenty years for you to ask me out and I still had to invite you up. Now, grab your drink and follow me mister. She grasped his hand and led him into the bedroom, where she threw him on the bed and began pulling off his clothes, one item at a time. He was ruminating as to if this was all just a dream, or a perfect reality. His answer came quickly as Angel removed his last defense and he lay their nude upon her gaze. A look of victory shown on her face, as she surveyed his muscle ripped body replete with a full salute from his manhood. She winked at Ian, then proceeded to turn on some music. She backed away from the bed and began a slow rhythmic dance, as she loosened the tie on her robe. His eyes were glued on her every sensual move. She turned away, as the robe slipped from her body, exposing her perfect thong embraced ass. Then began to twirl the robe over her head as she turned. She tossed the robe atop his body, as she began to gyrate to the beat of the music and she morphed into a stripper, sans pole. Off came the bra, which made its way to his face. Finally, as the music reached its big finale, she shimmied out of her thong and tossed it on Ian’s head. In the glow of the candlelight, stood this perfectly sculptured physique, looking like a vision from Heaven. Ian stared in pure delight; this was definitely no dream. He sat up and offered his hand to pull her into the bed. Their lips met once again, as the passions years in the making, flowed like electricity through their tangled bodies. He gently laid her on her back and commenced softly kissing her from the top of her head, down to her ears, to her throat, lingering to cover as much area as he could reach. She moaned delicately with each tender kiss. He proceeded on his journey to her shoulders, then across the top of the breast, over and over, stopping only to flicker her now rock-hard nipples. Her body arched in tune with his moist offerings. He struck his mark and Angel jerked up in reaction, grasping his head and pushing it back down to his target. Ian was moaning in delight from the taste of her ivory skin. She was moaning in pleasure from his tastings.

He had more destinations on his itinerary and continued teasing her belly button with his tongue, then diving down to her thighs, gently kissing inside and out from the top of her legs down to her toes and back. One side then the other. The sensations were too much for Angel’s wanting body to take and she exploded in a long, spasmatic climax. Her body was still writhing, when without warning, he dove between her legs to attend to her womanhood. Flicking, sucking and humming, detonating intense seemingly unending orgasms surging through her like a taser. She screamed out with each release, trying to gain her breath enough to beg Ian to stop. Oh, God please, stop, stop, what have you done to me? she breathlessly pled. No chance, he was a man on a mission and was not to be deterred from her feigned pleadings. Gathering every bit of strength, she had left in her body, she finally was able to push her way out and away. Now, it was her turn. With the look of total passion, she flipped Ian onto his back, growled, then went on the attack. Using his map as a guide, she followed every curve and crevice of his body, visiting every location he had toured until she came upon her fixation. Her tongue, now like a wet soft paintbrush, stroking his canvas. She was determined that this work of art would be a masterpiece. His quivering body, wanting to prolong the ecstasy he had for so long craved, erupted as his Master artist completed her final strokes. Sleep would soon overtake the now satiated, cuddled pair.

Chapter Four

Six floors below, Charity sat impatiently waiting for Tal, who was still engaged in a fruitless conversation with the bartender over how to make a White Russian. When the bartender finally just walked away, Tal suddenly remembered who the second drink was for and took off for the room. As he approached, he noticed that the door was cracked open and cautiously stepped in, calling Christy’s name. He entered and surveyed the room to find Christy adorned in a black teddy sitting suggestively on the edge of her bed, with moist lips puckered to say, Talbert Higgins, where in the hell have you been? His mind was not on speaking, just absorbing the view. But her look demanded a response, Oh, sorry, I was caught up in , Shhhh , she interrupted, as she pulled the Teddy up to expose her small but perky breast festooned with nipples the size of quarters. He stood entranced. She smiled and asked, Tal, do you see anything that you would like to nibble on?" He dropped both drinks on to the carpet, still in a trance. Sensing victory, she took a finger to her moist lips, wetting it thoroughly, then slowly running it across each nipple, causing them to pop up like pup tents . With her soldiers now at attention, Tal’s private was now saluting, as he stumbled his way to the bed.

Let the feast begin, as Tal attacked the pink puffs, like they were tootsie roll pops. She was lost in her moans of pleasure, grasping his head to hold it on target, whispering, bite me ,owww, gently ,oh yes, that’s it, yes, yes. He continued his tongue lashing and suddenly felt her body convulse as she exploded in an orgasm. Oh God, it’s been so long, don’t stop, please don’t stop, oh yes, yes, that’s it, AHHHH and she exploded again. The violent climax had caused her to toss Tal on the floor. Like a savage, wild woman, she pounced on Tal and practically ripped his pants off. Used her mouth to rip down his thong, then exclaimed, My God Tal, you are hung like a horse! Purring like a cat ready for her treat, she spit twice on his steel rod, ran her hands up and down, to ensure wetness, then launched herself to the hilt, screaming, Oh shit, you are soooo big. Like a roughneck drilling for oil, she began pumping like a piston, seeking to enjoy every inch. Poor Tal, who hadn’t seen any of this coming, was laying underneath, trying to hold himself still so her frenetic movement in and out, wouldn’t lead to a miss and cause major pain. This was sex like Tal had never experienced and he was really concentrating on trying to hold back before Christy took him over the edge, as she approached her third howdy-do. Then as she went into another gear, they mutually moaned as a perfect happy ending came to be. The carpet was soaking wet, as were their bodies. She collapsed on him and they laid clasped in each other’s arms, motionless.

At a time when no words would seem to express the intense connection that had just occurred, silence, broken only by panting breaths of recovery, was all to be heard. She pulled herself up to Tal’s face, planted a soft kiss, then whispered, Tal, I have waited for this for twenty years and wow, was it worth waiting for. Tal couldn’t manage a response, as he was still relishing the climax. Tal, did you hear me? she added. Oh, yeah, wow, Christy, I’ve never had sex so powerful or so quick. My Lord, you are a tigress, please don’t make me move anytime soon, he pled. Never tempt a tigress. She simply moved to allow access to his lips and began her own tonguing technique to his mouth, cheeks, ears and throat. Just lay there and let me show you how happy I am we are together, she instructed, as she continued her journey to his rigid nipples, licking nibbling, teasing. On she went exploring his abs, turning south to her intended objective. Tal’s sex life, as limited as it was, had been at best a once- a -weeker. But under Christy’s spell, his underlying super hero had emerged and he was up, willing and ready for anything this temptress had to offer.

Her talented tongue engaged him from every angle. Licking, flicking, sucking, slurping, each action causing a low moan from Tal, as his body quaked head to toe. She didn’t miss a beat, even paying a visit to his hanging cohorts. Just as she had him on the verge of exploding, she stopped her ministrations and reached for his hands. With the look of a starving feline, she grinned and demanded, Stand up cowboy and ride me like the stud horse you are, as she climbed up on the bed and got on all fours, with her hot, very wet receptacle calling Tal’s name. As much as it was a first for Tal, so it was for Christy. Her collection of lovers, though few, all were suffering from the same shortcoming. She was determined to enjoy everything Tal had to offer for as long as she could. He steadied himself as she helped to guide him in. Gently, slowly, you are stretching me like a square peg in a small round hole, but don’t stop, more, more, deeper, OH MY GOD ! Tal had never encountered this issue before, the few women he had sex with, well let’s just say they had been visited by objects that looked larger than in the mirror.

The last thing he wanted to do, was hurt Christy, but he also yearned to please her, as she had pleased him. Slow rhythmic strokes of the piston as deep as it would go, then back out again. He thought he was in control and performing at the top of his game, until her head jerked around and through gritted teeth, she blurted in a guttural tone, harder, harder, Oh Tal, fuck me, yes, yes , oh, oh, ahh, ohhhh, haaaarrrrddderrrrr! This ballet would end in a crescendo of both bodies in an orgasmic outburst, that would move the bed.

Panting, gasping for breaths, both collapsed on the bed in a heap of wet, sweat soaked, tingling flesh destined for a long recovery cuddle. As they lay together, he thought how wrong he had been in his opinion of her. He had always fantasized about having sex with her, but saw her as cold and distant in his attempts for a relationship with her. Now here he was overwhelmed at what had just occurred between them. Christy, I need to tell you something, he began, that was, oh my, I never, geez, I mean you are so hot and wow, it’s been so long for me. I fantasized about having sex with you, but boy was I wrong. I will never forget this night. It was confession time and Christy had her own. Tal, you need to forgive me, because I always dreamed of a night with you, but wanted to play hard to get and that ultimately, well, you know what, I’ll take the present over the past any day.

Soft caring kisses replaced the passionate penetrations, as they lay covered in their juices, bodies still tingling from head to toe. Destiny fulfilled, they fell into rhythmic breathing and slipped off to dreamland, caressing each other. What would the morning bring?

Chapter Five

Exhaustion had set in with Ian and Angela collapsed, spooning in her bed. The sun was beginning to rise over the city and slowly its rays began to cross the entwined bodies. Ian started to stir, but Angel tightened her grip, keeping him in place. Ang, I need to hit the bathroom, he alerted. She reached over him to grasp his weary shaft, responding, Hurry back, I’m ready for round three.

Ian studied himself in the mirror, wondering how he could be so lucky to be here with her. Twenty years earlier, she was unreachable, and now there were no unreachable parts. He hurried himself through his business and quickly returned to resume his spot on the still soaking wet bed. He slid an arm around her and gently caressed her breast, as his now up for the battle, general was throbbing against her tight ass cheeks. She moaned at the attention, turning her head for her lips to meet his. They traded deep, wet kisses as the heat continued to build. A seemingly unbreakable moment was about to be challenged as she said, Ian I need to share something with you, but you have to pinky promise you won’t laugh. He had been victimized before by that share word and his mind was racing over what news it was she was about to share, that might make him laugh. Ang, sweetie, you can tell me anything other than you were a man once and I promise not to laugh, he replied. Without warning she flipped him right off the bed, stood up running her hands down her body and spewed, does any of this look like a man to you, baby? Hell, to the no, he answered with a grin, as she presented him with maximum exposure with a leg split. They shared a laugh. Now, I’m being serious, just listen, she began, did you ever see the 40-year-old virgin? ‘Uh, sure, but do we really need to talk about movies right now? he posed, grasping his steel. Well, yes and no. You know I was engaged three times, and I had made a promise to myself to be a virgin on my wedding night and well I never had one, she explained. Wait, what, you mean you are still a virgin? he blurted in amazement. Stern faced, she chided, Ian you promised, as she could sense he was about to laugh. Oh, my God, I slept with a virgin last night, now that’s a first., he boldly stated, keeping his eyes on her just in case she ignited. She instead let out a long deep sigh, as a tear rolled down her cheek, then with a look of pure determination allowed, That’s right and I do not want to be one by the time the sun is over that building, mister." Ian was stunned by both her admission and her demand. Was it all a prank or a set-up? His answer would come in seconds as she lunged for his hardness and began teasing it with her tongue. When she was satisfied that she had prepared her joy stick, she was ready for her coming out party.

She laid on the bed, in the driest spot she could find, turned over on her back, held up and spread her legs, then motioned Ian to come and get it. As he considered what was about to happen, he was captured by the beauty of her body and somewhat overwhelmed by being chosen as her first. He moved towards her, as she softy urged, be gentle. He wanted to ensure, she was ready and dove between her legs to tongue her into preparation. While she was writhing to his attention, her mind was locked on one event and she let him know, Take me, now! she blurted. He guided his rocket toward the launch pad, the countdown initiated. Ignition, lift-off and the journey began. The slight resistance was met and defeated; the rocket was in perfect orbit. Ang, was moaning a low growl, as Ian slowly increased the speed. Soon a rhythm of motion was in play. Her body engulfing all he could give, he giving all he had. In an instant, her g-spot became ground zero and her entire body spasmed as she let out the howl of a she wolf. It was the fourth-of-July in May. The fireworks were exploding just moments apart. Ian was holding on for dear life, as the rocket trip had become a bucking bronco ride. Her cries of more, more, deeper, deeper, weren’t helping , he exploded inside her, like he had never done before. Causing her to explode again. Wasted and worn out, he slowly collapsed onto her body, resting his head on her chest. She caressed his back and pulled him close. She kissed his ear, then whispered, Ian, that was so worth waiting for. Thank you for being so gentle with me, I will never forget this moment. Ian was trying to catch his breath. Whewwww, oh, my pleasure my dear, really my pleasure, he replied. Don’t move, please, I want you to stay inside me for as long as you can, she urged. ummm, yes maam, my pleasure, he exhaustingly answered. They drifted off into a deep sleep just as the sun rose over the building across the street.

The wake-up call startled the two lovers to consciousness. Damn, Ian, what time is it, Ang asked. He fumbled for his watch on the nightstand and finally answered 9 AM. She sighed, then said, I hate to break this up , but I have a 1 PM train to catch and you probably have things to do before you leave. How about a quick shower and we meet for breakfast downstairs, in thirty minutes or so? Ian carefully removed himself as love juices poured over the sheets. Sure, Ang, sounds great, but you know we might better do something with these sheets or the housekeeper is really going to wonder, he offered. She reached over and kissed him deeply, then said, yeah, let her wonder.

He dressed and headed for his room. Angel headed for a cleansing shower on her still tingling body. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. She had finally found the right man to make her feel complete.

Ian expected Tal to still be sleeping. He quietly slipped into the room. But, no Tal, in fact no sign he had even been back to the room. He smiled and said to himself, that dirty dog, has conquered the elusive Christy Charity. Huh. Guess Charity doesn’t begin at home. He took a hot shower, dressed and headed downstairs.

Angel lingered in the shower, being extra attentive to the newly used areas. She dressed and headed to meet Ian for breakfast. He was waiting for her as she entered the restaurant, he swore he could still smell the aromas of their passion on her body, which caused an unannounced stirring in his loins, that didn’t go unnoticed to Angel. She grinned and said, " Why Ian Green, is that a banana in