A Magic Beyond All We Do Here
The Meadows
magic
trembling with grief.
fact that they had been at it like a pair of rabbits all summer long she still
wasn’t pregnant. She wouldn’t normally let him touch her during her period,
but today she needed comforting. He held her tenderly and repeated over and over
again, “I love you, I love you, I love only you.” She desperately wanted to
give him a son. Charles insisted that he would love a boy or a girl.
at least one son. The family name is secure.”
that of all his brothers he was the only one without issue. The sisters-in-law
would always bring the kids over when they visited to Rose’s unmitigated
delight. She was just crazy about her nephews and nieces. When they would
leave she would inevitably find Charles and drag him into the bedroom where
they would try, try again. He never complained, he thought of his life before
Rose and there was just a big empty space. He couldn’t imagine being without
her.
opportunities to make love to his exotic bride of three years. His consulting
job often had him working after hours setting up networks for professional
offices. He was networking a psychiatrist office suite when he noticed the beautiful
leather tuck and roll upholstery on what appeared to be a double-wide chase
lounge.
building is?”
enjoyed taking care of him, “anything special?”
with the guard downstairs and you can bring it up to me on the 11th
floor, okay? Seni seviyorum, bye bye.”
sauce and some tea. Charles met her in the hallway near the elevators and
escorted her into the office. The carpet was plush the paneling exquisite and
the view was breathtaking. He turned the lights off and together they sat on
the couch and watched a hunter’s moon rise over the ocean.
a tender embrace.
weeks since you started your last orchid.”
little rabbit on television; the one with the drum who keeps going and going.”
and lifted her leg onto his. He caressed her leg moving up her thighs under
her skirt until he reached the side of her bare butt. Waitaminit; bare
butt. No panties. His quiet, reserved, conservative wife was wandering around
in her conservative pleated grey skirt without any underwear underneath.
and used one hand to unbutton her blouse; giving her husband unfettered access
to her wonderfully sensitive breasts. Then she bent her elbows so that her shoulders
touched the couch while her delicious backside was up in the air. The leather
groaned just a bit as she spread her knees further apart. Charles got on his
knees behind her and flipped the back of her skirt over her torso. What an
incredible sight. She was already wet and ready. He couldn’t resist the
temptation to bend down and kiss her nice firm heinie.
his trousers so that they fell to the floor. His boxers followed quickly and
he knelt behind Rose. He took his erection in hand and rubbed the tip of it up
and down along her wet opening once, twice, three times and then dipped halfway
in; then nearly all the way out, then in just a bit further, then out again.
Finally her grabbed her hips and slid all the way in, causing her to grunt with
pleasure. She loved being entered from behind and he loved doing her that
way. He loved the feel of the odd angle and the smack of her firm cheeks as he
slapped into her over and over again. She almost always climaxed in this
position and he loved knowing he could get her off. Her deep cries of “hurr,
hurr, hurr” made him want to plunder her depths. He pushed hard and held her
in place as he came what felt like buckets inside her. She rubbed her butt
back and forth while clenching her vaginal muscles milking him for every drop.
inside me.”
that sounded?
both onto their sides, keeping his softening erection inside her. The leather
couch made a cacophony of obscene noises as their bare, sweat-sheened skin
“brapped” across it.
she teased back
to do here?”
scowled
love to you on this magnificent noisy couch in the moonlight by the ocean.”
Charles became aware of two things simultaneously: one, he was still inside
Rose and two he was getting hard again; Eveready Bunny indeed. They made love
again on the groaning couch, this time with her on her side with her knees
tucked up and him on his knees behind her slamming away. In this position he
had free access to her beautiful breasts as well. While he was pumping away he
was also fondling her breasts, thumbing her nipples like guitar strings.
love with a musician, the precise fingering. . .
the leather sounded like something two elephants would sound like when they
were making little elephants. She came three times screaming his name before
he finally emptied himself into her. He carefully lay down curled around her
trying to stay inside her warm wetness.
just a little raw and she looked like the proverbial cat that ate the canary.
Still lying on her side she rifled through the purse until she found a plastic
packet. In the packet was a diaphragm. Charles laughed.
getting pregnant.”
it can also keep them in, yes?”
haired guard called out, “Dr. Rosenberg’s couch, right?”
caught in a truck’s headlights
friends up there all the time.”
and raised both sets of eyebrows.
“Viagra,” He smiled broadly and toothlessly at them and added, “Old don’t mean
dead!”
laughing.
looking pale, but delighted.
together, the two most important words were “morning and sick.” Morning
sickness.
something you ate?”
and it showed positive. He whooped and hugged the little mommy to be, lifting
her off her feet and spinning her around.
even as she raced back to the porcelain bowl to empty her stomach yet again.
to their daughter Amber Rose Norwood.
instantly.
hospital with extreme abdominal pain.
pancreatic cancer, and there would be no more children.
left Rose weak and bald and somewhat puffy. She was shocked at her appearance,
but Charles stood by her the whole time. If she needed anything he was there.
He shaved his own head when her hair fell out. He ordered a beautiful silk
head scarf from Turkey so that she could cover her head. For a few weeks she
looked just like the girl he met and fell in love with four years before.
love you Sevgilim, not just your hair.”
beat the cancer, to live to see her grand children. Thanks to the love and
support of her husband and the need to be a good mother to Amber, she
succeeded. One year later the doctors told her that, against all odds, she was
in remission, she was cancer free.
who basked in the adoration of both her parents. She was cherished but not
spoiled, she knew her limits and learned at the tender age of three to NOT try
to play one parent against the other.
children are a fairly effective method of birth control. They were so tired by
the end of the day that they didn’t have time for much else. Trying to sneak a
“quickie” in during the day was difficult because Amber would inevitably show
up and ask, “Whachadoin?” And God forbid you try to lock a door against her.
would shatter glass at the right levels.
spaced four or five years apart, right? Can you say kindergarten? Pre-K? Is
there a Pre-pre-K?
Kare preschool and Charles and Rose got busy. One of the perks of working
mostly at night. As soon as the van pulled away they would race into the house
where they would rut like a pair of horny teenagers. They made love in every
room, including the larger closets. Rose especially enjoyed bending over the
bathroom sink having him enter her from behind; she could watch him as he
humped her with infectious enthusiasm. Amber would be delivered home by two in
the afternoon and family time would ensue.
building socialization skills and getting those pesky childhood diseases out of
the way, was that Kinder Kare would give aptitude tests. That’s when they
found that four year old Amber was already reading at a 3rd or 4th
grade level. Her comprehension and grasp of logical concepts like math and
problem solving were even beyond that. They had in fact, a wunderkind.
be?”
sister went on.
smirked.
taken to a child development specialist who said she could make a career out of
studying the child.
beyond those of most adolescents.”
“she’s smart and she’s mature for her age.”
education?” he murmured in response.
specialist when she asked; “Where will she be going to school?”
“why?”
scandalized. “Amber will never develop to her full potential in a public
school.”
the Boston area.”
send our five year old daughter away to school?”
slits, “we worked hard for her, you will not be taking her away from us!”
are even close to being able to allow Amber realize her potential; don’t you
want what’s best for your daughter?”
teacher. We can and will teach Amber at home.”
The specialist asked, somewhat skeptically.
science, computer engineering art and music, I’m certified to teach all those
subjects through high school except English and music. I can of course teach
all elementary school subjects.”
get you a teaching position at a good school? The one I’m thinking about pays
a fair salary, not as good as your consulting business but better than most
public schools and as parents in residence room and board would be
provided.”
this as a family. We’ll let you know in a few days.”
way to the Willows School for Gifted and Talented Students, Salem, Massachusetts.
residential school that specialized in helping extraordinary children reach
their potential. The campus president, Joseph Fowler, personally came out to
greet the Norwood family. In addition to the Fowlers there were only two other
families in residence, Sally and Jack Corey (Sally Corey taught gymnastics and
dance, Jack was a computer programmer who tele-commuted) and the Simpsons,
Christopher and Christina, also new teachers this year who both taught
mathematics. Chris and Chris were in their forties, plump and content to be
so. Sally and Jack were in their early thirties, tanned and toned and scared
to death of “empty calories” and trans-fatty acids. Both of the other couples
had children in school, indeed, Sally was adding to the student body as she was
about seven months along with their third child.
Rose will really want to get pregnant now; I wonder how long it’ll take before
she starts going without panties again?”
in. Jack loved showing off his muscles, “not just for show, y’know!” Sally
was equally helpful as she knew all the nooks and crannies, ins and outs of the
townhouse (New England style, imagine that. . .). Charles was amazed at the
size of the ground floor garage. It was big enough for the Honda with room
enough for another car or, hmmm, maybe a workshop? The idea of a luthier’s
bench was always in the back of his mind.
love in their own bed in their new home.
was approached by all the department heads in the school. He was a hot
commodity because he was certifiable in all the critical areas and he
had experience teaching gifted students.
in their home fairly often during their first two weeks at the Willows. During
one of their pot-luck dinners Charles asked, “How is the school day
structured?”
contained, after the third year the students change classes four times a day.
A typical student day starts early with physical conditioning; dance or
aerobics combined with gymnastics. Then breakfast. Everyone starts the day
reading then discussing what they’ve read. Then grammar and composition
followed by math and science and social studies. All subjects incorporate
logic and problem solving. Everyone’s favorite subject is, of course, lunch.
The hot rolls coming out of the ovens in the kitchen always remind us all when
it is lunchtime. After lunch we focus on the arts. All students must take at
least one year’s worth of art and music, after that they can choose one or the
other.”
Simpson families, Patrick Corey would celebrate his fifth birthday two weeks
after Amber so they would be starting the Willows in September together. Trish
Cory was a shy three-year-old. Arthur Simpson was already in his third year
and was a very mature seven-year-old; Mary Simpson was a vivacious
four-year-old who had no trouble keeping up with her sibling and his new
friends.
pulled Charles and Rose into his office and asked if she would consent to be
the “Dorm Mother” for the dozen or so girls in residence. It was a demanding
job and he would understand if she didn’t want to be responsible for the girl’s
dormitory.
contemplation, “making a lady who would like nothing better than to have a
dozen children be the surrogate mother to a dozen children.”
little formality, school policy required a physical examination before she
could start.
missed.
would be lucky to see Christmas this year.
family, we will hold your position for you. Spend some time traveling, it’ll
be a wonderful education for Amber and you can keep up her studies via the
internet.”