1. The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 3


    Date: 11/14/2017, Categories: Fiction, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    leftovers. I poured a double apple brandy, selected a book from my bookcases; Volume One of The Greek Myths by Robert Graves before heading off to bed. Once there I selected a compilation of Waltzes from my CD Rack to enjoy although I would prefer dancing while listening. My mother insisted I learn to dance, to “round me out” she said, while my father scoffed at the idea, fearing I would be picked on by the boys at school. In the end my parents compromised. I was enrolled in a dance school and a Karate Academy, both in the same building. My Sensei’s wife was my dance teacher, now how’s that for an incentive to learn how to dance? I settled down in bed with a good book and good music; music or intense exercise always sooths me; they clear my mind so I thankfully fell asleep with the music playing in the background of my dreams. I dreamt Chastity and I were dancing in the sky on the borrowed wings of the immortal Anemoi; waltzing on Zephyrus’s currents of the west wind. I told my beautiful baby face something hidden in my heart of hearts, before I kissed her luscious lips to be awakened by a kiss the morning. “Matt,” Mary said softly, her long unbound burnished silver hair tickling my face as she kissed my cheek, “you were talking in your sleep.......” I returned home mid-Sunday afternoon to make the best of my vacation. I started it by giving the house a good cleaning from top to bottom. It was around six in the afternoon when my husband returned home with two visitors ...
    carrying Bibles. “Dear, I’m home!” Donald announced as they walked into the kitchen. I was in the midst of scrubbing out the inside of the refrigerator with a strong solution of bleach and water. I was hardly dressed for company; wearing a red paisley bandana style blouse with faded blue jeans. My long blonde hair was styled in twin braided pigtails with a matching red bandana to hold them back out of the way. “Will you make coffee for our guests, dear?” The now sober Donald asked. ‘Our guests,’ I thought, ‘I don’t even know these people...Dear? Where in the blazes do you get off calling me dear after all that has happened between us?’ Donald interrupted these thoughts with the introductions, “This is Deacon Jacob White and his wife Sarah from the Lamb of God Methodist Church. They minister at the county jail on Sunday.” “You must be Chastity,” Sarah smiled warmly stepping forward after her husband shook my hand, “have you been born again?” “By being “born again” do you mean spiritual rebirth including the regeneration of the human soul in unity with the Holy Spirit by accepting Christ as our personal Savior,” I asked as we shook hands. I really had nothing against these people. What they were offering might do my husband some good....it certainly couldn’t hurt him. Both their handshakes were warm and sincere. ‘Born again, more than you will ever know. I’ve never been happier in my life. I’ve been reborn again in another sense; Matthew says I’ve emerged from my chrysalis of dowdy ...
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