“Mark, we’re lucky.  I was looking back thinking how unhappy we were.  Wondering why we didn’t pack up and leave them, right then and there.  Then I think about what we have now.  Maybe we appreciate us more, since we had to wait.  I don’t know, but I could never be happier than I am with you,”  Pam looked up and we kissed.

I didn’t say anything, I just held her and would squeeze her a little now and then.  I kissed the top of her head and brushed her cheek with my hand.  Feeling her soft, warm body against mine, there was nothing more I could say. 

The buzzer on the oven went off.  Damn it.

Pam giggled, “Just think if we had little ones.”

We looked at each other; Pam had a wishful look in her eyes.

I pulled the pizza rolls from the oven and left them to cool.  I took Pam back in my arms and held her.

“Do you think you can eat the pizza rolls and drink your beer and hold me?” Pam chuckled.

“I can try,”  I quipped back.

“Go sit down.  Let me fix your Italian supremo dinner and get a cold beer for you,”  Pam patted my ass, then sent me to the couch.

Pam brought in my paper plate and beverage.  She made sure she bent over just out of reach when she set them down, and then she went back for hers.  She always serves me first.  I adore this woman.

“So, you have thirty-five minutes before you have to check-in.  It sounded as though today was crazy,”  She munched a pizza roll.

“Oh, it was,”  Then I told her about my visitor.  “I’m guessing he was just a nosey citizen of Crystal Creek.  If it was a Church or a local historic home, okay, but it’s a five-unit strip mall with two rented units.  I think they should be glad to be done with it.  Ouch!  Hot.”  I needed a sip of beer.

It was almost five; our Italian cuisine was finished.  I gave Pam an anxious look and picked up my phone.

“Jack, on time as usual.  How did the survey go?”  He sounded very interested.

After that, Dorrest got down to business.  “Jack, do you know an Andrew Singletary?”  Pam and I looked at each other.

“I do.  He and his lady are part of our little group.”  I waited.

“How is he employed, what are his job qualifications?”  Dorrest asked.

“Andrew is a designer, a graphic designer, I believe.  To be honest, we have not gotten into our line of work in the group.  Pam is in the other room let me ask her.”

Pam was sitting in the kitchen behind me.  “Pam, do you know what Andrew does?” 

“Allison said he is a designer of some sort and I think a graphic designer but I’m not sure about that part,”  Pam looked as puzzled as I was.

“I’d like you to be in the office Monday at nine.  Platt and I have a few ideas and would like your input.  You do a bit of engineering as well, do you not?”  Dorrest was digging deep.

“Yes, but I haven’t kept up with it lately.  I will be in your office at nine on Monday for sure,” I waited.  Dorrest ended the call.

“Well, that explains everything – no,” I said.

“Baby, let’s forget about it now.  How about we put on enough to be legal and sit out back for a while?  I think it’s a bit cooler now,”  Pam was putting on her two–X tee shirt.

I put on a pair of shorts and grabbed our drinks from the fridge.  It was nice on the patio; there was a little breeze that helped keep it cool.  Pam and I were just talking about us and how lucky we are.  It was so nice and relaxing.

“Baby, I hate to bring this up, but tomorrow is Friday.  We haven’t seen the laundromat in almost four weeks.  We should go tomorrow.”  Pam groaned.

“Half the time, we’re running around the house nude.  How is that possible,” I whined.

“The way my man comes home, I almost have to change the sheets twice a week or more.  Mmm, when I remove the sheets, I have sweet memories of how we messed them up,” Pam giggled.

“You are a little vixen.  You know how to drive me nuts.  But, I guess you’re right.  We can go about the house nude, but when it comes to a public appearance, not a good idea.  Laundry tomorrow for sure,”  I agreed.

Friday morning, Pam and I had our morning coffee.  I love the time we have together.  She made flapjacks.  That’s what we called pancakes when I was a kid, or hot cakes.  Mom’s would float on air, but so do Pam’s.  Oooo, and warm syrup;  I can taste it now.  She would roll them with sugar in the middle when we would go to Gramma and Grampa’s.  God, we played outside all day long. 

I pulled the laundry basket out of the closet in the second bedroom.  It was stacked almost to my waist.  Pam chuckled when she saw my forlorn expression.  Pam’s Instructions:  whites in the blue basket, darks in the white basket.  My version: put the damn things in the washer, add soap and quarters, then wait.  I was overruled.

I tried to sneak a pair of Pam’s undies into my pocket as a souvenir of our first laundry adventure.  Didn’t happen.  The girl is quick.

“Those aren’t clean,” she protested.

“I don’t care,” I countered.  “I helped to make them that way,”  I protested.

“Gimme them, you bad boy, you,”  She put them in a little bag along with the rest of her “unmentionables” and stood guard over them.  A guy can’t win.

I wonder what would happen in your head, if you watched the washer going around and around with all of the colors, and you toked a well-rolled doobie.  I mean one that the cherry was the size of a street lamp.  Scary.

From the washer to the dryer and hell, you know the rest.  I was taught the proper way to fold everything from tee shirts to shorts. And make sure the socks match for fear of thirty lashes with a wet noodle.

We were finally done and ready to put the baskets in the car.  I held Pam’s door, then I got behind the wheel.  Pam was looking at me with one of those mischievous looks.

“Here, for being a good boy and not trying to take the ones I was wearing.”  Pam handed me a pair of her panties.  I hung them from my rearview mirror.

“MARK!!”  She took them down.  What a spoiled sport.

I pulled into the garage, and my phone buzzed.  It was Andrew.

“Andrew, what’s up?”  I question callers right off the bat.

“Mark, you work for Platt and Dorrest, right?  Do you have a meeting with them next Monday at nine?”  This was out of the blue.

‘Yes, I do.  Why?”  I’m clueless.

“A Mrs. Worth called me and asked if I would be available for the meeting.  I said ‘yes’.  Do you know what is going on?”  He sounded as curious as I was.

“I don’t know, my friend, but if I get wind of anything, I’ll give you a holler,” my only idea.

“Okay, thanks.  See you two tomorrow night, right?” 

“Yes.  We will be there.  It will be great to see the old gang again.  I am a bit nervous, though,”  I had to admit.

“Brother, everyone in the group wanted you and Pam together years ago. We are all waiting to welcome you two back into the fold,” his voice said excitedly.

“Thanks, man.  See you tomorrow at five."  Our call ended.

I took one basket of laundry into the bedroom; Pam started to put it away.  I went out for the other basket, Pam had the first one finished.  I placed on the bed next to the empty one and went for our beer.  The clothes had vanished into the drawers.  Pam sat on the bed smiling.

“Honey, I have a proposition for you.  You have worked hard all day with the laundry, made breakfast, and just made my world wonderful.  I have two options for you.  One, I can call the Brat Bar and get a to-go order or call the Pizza Man and eat in. The other option is to go out for dinner.  You have done more than enough for one day,” my best suggestion.

“My turn,” Pam smiled. “How about a warm roast beef sandwich, chips, and we run the hot water tank empty?”  Pam had an alluring smile.

“The beef doesn’t have to be warm, does it?”  I asked.

“I want everything my man eats to be warm and ready," she cooed and stood up.

“I want you in my arms forever, Pamela, my beautiful woman.” She buried herself in my arms.

I slipped my hand under her tee shirt and lightly rubbed her soft back.  Pam laid her head against my chest and sighed.  Her arms were around me, and she was rubbing my back. 

“Mark, mmm, you know how to make me swoon.  Your hand feels so strong, but you are always so gentle,” she cooed and rubbed her head on my chest.

I lifted her T-shirt from her and unfastened her bra.  I let them drop to the floor.  I removed my tee shirt; Pam cooed, then kissed my bare chest.  I reached down her shorts and squeezed her ass cheek with my other hand.  Pam pushed her hips to me and purred.

“My man knows how I want to be loved,” she sighed quietly.  We kicked our tennis shoes off.

I pushed her shorts and panties past her ass cheeks.  She whimpered as my hands squeezed her tender ass cheeks.  She pushed my shorts down far enough for her to hold my cock.  Pam inhaled deeply as she fondled my balls.

Pam sat on the edge of the bed and then lay down when my hands touched her shoulders.

“What are you going to do with me?” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation.

“The best I can for my woman,” I was staring into her eyes.

I got onto the bed, and Pam’s legs opened for me.  She watched as I lowered my body between her legs, my stiff cock closing in on her wet pussy lips.  As my cock began to separate her lips, Pam purred and opened her legs farther.

I slowly slid my stiff rod into her pussy; slowly but steadily.  Pam’s breathing was staccato, her face flushed bright pink.  My body pushed on her hard clit, Pam moaned and lightly drug her fingernails over my back.

I caressed her tits in my hands.  I bent over her right tit and lightly touched the nipple with my tongue.  Pam squirmed and groaned as my tongue circled her areola and over her nipple, Mark, I’m going crazy, God, Pam groaned.

I slowly slid my cock in and out of Pam as she whimpered and squirmed under me.  She was pushing her hips up to meet my throbbing cock.  I shoved my cock into Pam as far as it would go; she grabbed my ass and started riding my cock.

Pam looked up at me; her eyes were dreamy and dazed.  She was almost whining as our bodies reacted to our passion.  Her pussy was dripping her precum; she was panting and sweating, groaning as my cock pumped her.

I slid my tongue across her left tit.  Pam whimpered and pushed my head against her tit.  I nipped her nipple, Pam yelped, and more precum soaked my aching cock.  She grabbed my face from her tit; she looked me in the eyes.

“I’m cumming, pump me, Mark, make me cum harder, I’m cumming,” Pam begged.

Her pussy squirted her warm cum over my body, that’s when my cock unloaded the first stream of thick cum.  Our bodies moved in unison, she rode my grinding cock, and I pumped it deep into her pussy.

She squirted her cum, stream after stream, covering my body and balls.  My cock was unloading the contents of my balls deep into Pam’s waiting pussy.  We both strained as our bodies gave up any cum left.

“Okay, okay, Baby.  Oh, God, you make it so good.  My man takes me but makes me happy to be a woman.  Mark, it’s so good; you make me feel so good,” Pam whispered.

“You’re the only woman I could love.  I want to give you all of the love that you give me.  I’m so glad we are together, I need you so much in my life.”

I lay next to Pam, and she snuggled as closely as she could.  Our arms embraced each other; her warm breath felt so erotic, circling my neck.  Her tit pressed on my side, she is so woman, and her arm rested across my chest.  We dozed off holding each other.

Departed Soul