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"Sexy butt, sexy breasts. I don't care which way you walk." I laughed as she began to blush. The way she filled out the suit, I wasn't sure if I would prefer the bikini. She built an ice pack inside of a wet towel just like Grandma. I sat on a stool. She pulled up next to me and placed the ice pack across my knuckles. She held it there while she stroked my arm with her other hand. I felt a tremor in her hand as she caressed my arm. I looked up and realized she was putting things together. Her eyes were beginning to water.

"I'm not going to like what you did, am I?" She was holding back tears. I could see pain forming in her face. I thought she was going to let it drop. She fooled me with her smiles during the climb back to the house.

"I'm really hoping you don't hate me for it." I was getting scared. Why did I have to hit that asshole?

"Are you going to tell me if I ask?" She was looking down at the floor. Her voice was becoming halting as she sensed the direction things were going.

"Yes. It will hurt us, though." Maybe she will let it slide for awhile longer. I really thought it would come out better later. She was shaking a bit.

"Where were you?" Today was not going to be a good day. I just prayed that we would survive it.

"Your stuff from you old apartment is in my car." I couldn't say it directly. I figured if I spoke in generalities it would sound milder. I was wrong. She let go of me and covered her eyes. I could see her cheeks reddening as the tears began to flow. I reach out to her and she slapped my hand away. She didn't leave, which surprised me.

"How much do you know?" She wanted everything right now. I wasn't sure my heart could take her pain. I hesitated and pulled away from her a bit. "How much?" she repeated. I wasn't going to lie.

"Just about everything." I said it slowly with as much compassion as I could muster. I knew it wasn't going to be enough. She dropped her hands from her face and stood up away from me. I looked into the most pained face in the world. Tears were pouring out of her eyes.

"I never wanted you to know me like that." She was screaming at me. "That stupid boat was supposed to blow up." She was pointing to the beach as she got louder. "Why didn't the fucking thing just blow up?" She yelled as she started to back away. I reached out toward and she slapped my hand away again. "Don't you fucking touch me!" It sounded evil and hurt my ears. "You're just looking for you own private live-in whore, aren't you?" I tried to answer, but she interrupted. "You couldn't buy this whore for all your money." She ran towards the back of the house. "All you fucking assholes are the same." I heard the bedroom door slam. I had lost her.

It took everything I had not to run and hide on the beach. I knew that if I let her leave the house, she would be dead within a week. I called Dr. Williams and told him everything.

"Don't let her leave. Tie her up if you have to. I should be there in thirty minutes." He never said I told you so. I had to respect him for that. Luckily, Mia never left the bedroom.

"Where is she?" Bob didn't even say hello.

"In the bedroom. I think she locked herself in." He started running.

"Anything sharp in there?" He was clinical. I was horribly panicked. We reached the door and it was locked. Bob knocked on the door loudly. "Mia, it's Dr. Williams." There was no answer. He didn't knock again. Wally took a few steps back and shouldered the door with all he had. I heard the frame split as the door flew open. Mia was on the bed in a fetal position. He grabbed her hands quickly and checked the wrists and felt her pulse. "Did you take anything Mia?" He was speaking forcible.

"The only things in this God-damned house are vitamins!" She yelled back at him. He stood up and walked back to me.

"She's fine. Go outside and stay away for a while." He gave me a compassionate smile and pushed me on my way. I went down to the beach. I couldn't believe I had screwed everything up. I would never find anyone like her again.

The umbrella was only half shading the lounger. It needed to be moved again. I really hated that umbrella. I yanked it out of the sand and throw it toward the rock wall. It wasn't enough. I leaned the shaft against one of the rocks and jumped on it. The wood snapped in half. I pulled the metal spines backward over the top and ripped the fabric. I found I was able to break each half of the shaft into smaller pieces. I tore the fabric completely off the spines and threw it into the water. I bent the metal spines into crooked ball and tossed in after the cloth. I still didn't feel better.

I moved to the edge of the ocean and lay down half in, half out of the water. I let the late afternoon sun attack my skin as I waited for the tide to come in and wash me out to sea. It was an hour before I realized the tide was going out. I prayed for a school of jellyfish instead. It hit me then. My life before Mia. To never see her in my house again. To be alone again. I curled into a ball and wished for death. Not even the waves could sooth me anymore.

I felt and heard someone sit down next to me. I was afraid to roll over and look.

"I killed my family. I am a heroin addict. I am a prostitute. I tried to kill myself on your beach, and I screwed that up to." She was speaking quietly, saner, although what she was saying sounded insane. "In the movies, the boat always blows up when it hits the rocks." I rolled over and I knew there were tears in my eyes.

"You're going to leave me, aren't you?" I tried to sound like I was in control of myself. I am sure I failed.

"You killed the umbrella." Why wasn't she answering?

"I hated it. Are you leaving?" I asked again. I hadn't received the "yes" I was expecting.

"Doc says you love me. How can you love what I am?" She hasn't made her decision yet. At least there was still hope.

"You're asking me to care about who you were. I only care about who you are." I sat up in the sand. "I have no idea why I love you. I just do. The moment you curled into my chair on the beach, I was yours." I threw a handful of sand into the water. "I liked that you were alone too. It's sad, but I was attracted to that."

"How did you hurt your hand?" She kept moving the subject around. She was trying to think.

"Your landlord said something rude and I swung without thinking." I didn't think she needed to know the whole conversation.

"What did he say?" She wasn't going to let me hide anything.

"He told me that you didn't pay with money and he didn't want a blowjob from me." It felt really bad telling her the truth. It sounded worse than when he said it. She looked away from me for a second. I think she was trying not to cry.

"Why didn't he kill you?" She was under no illusion that I would win in a fair fight.

"His greed overtook his pride. He now has a completely different opinion of you." I knew what the next question was and I didn't make her ask. "Five grand."

"I won't let you go broke trying to fix my past." She really had no concept of my net worth. "You don't have enough money to buy off everyone I ever screwed." Yes I did, but I kept it to myself.

"I just wanted you to have your stuff back. You must have pictures of Adrian which are worth more than a lousy five thousand." I hoped I didn't just buy back garbage. She wiped a tear that leaked out of her eye.

"Thank you. There are some things I didn't want to lose." I was glad it wasn't a total wasted trip. We sat in silence for a while. There was one more thing I needed to know and I preferred for her to tell me.

"Why did you steal the boat?" I looked at her, and she didn't even flinch. She looked out into the ocean where the fading sun meet the waves.

"Are you sure you want to know?" She didn't really want to tell me anymore than I wanted to discuss the landlord.

"Someone is looking into it for me, but I would prefer if you told me." She closed her eyes and let out a long breath.

"It was a harbor boat. I was hired to take care of a guy on his yacht anchored in the harbor. I fucked him, and then we went to the deck for a break. I was naked and pretty stoned. There were six of his friends waiting for me when we got up there. He told me I had to take care of all of them, and I refused." She sighed. "He got a hold of my purse and clothes and told me I wasn't getting them back until they were all satisfied. When I refused again, he threw them overboard and told me they would just take what they wanted. Luckily, they were more drunk than I was stoned. I was able to get on his harbor boat and break away. That was my lowest point, Dale. When I knew I didn't want to go on anymore."

"Now I know everything. I don't want you to leave me." I was afraid she hated herself so much that happiness was hell for her.

"I don't have anywhere else to go." It was a cop out. My frustration was rising, and I knew it wouldn't help the situation.

"If you want to leave, I will give you whatever money you need to start over. Do you love me or not?" I couldn't believe I had just drawn a line in the sand. I was angry, frustrated, and scared of how she would answer. She turned back to me with wet eyes and nodded.

"Yes, I love you. I just don't know how you could love me." I smiled as a warmth filled my soul. I hadn't lost her. I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her lips to mine. She responded slowly then added passion to match mine. I rolled her onto her back and held her face in my hands.

"For now, just accept that I do love you." I smiled and kissed her face all over. "No more secrets, no more lies. You are mine, and I am yours." I was back at her lips as she folded her hands gently around the back of my head and engaged my tongue. She ran her thigh up along mine and quickly separated her lips from mine.

"You're covered in sand." There was desire in her eyes. "How about the pool?" She was breathing hard. I had no idea how she moved from "don't touch me" to "how about the pool." All I knew is that I wanted her badly. My arousal was evident as I pulled her to her feet. We almost ran to the pool, trying not to let the mood weaken. I dropped my suit and dove in. I turned and watched the most adorable striptease. She had to peel herself out of her suit which required a few sexy shimmies and made her all the more desirable. I gave a wolf whistle as she finally pulled it down her legs. I received a sexy runway pose before she dove in after me.

Our lips met again in the shallows. Her breasts pressed into my chest as I ran my hands over her body not knowing where to touch first and not wanting to miss a part. My inexperience was evident as I explored. Mia tenderly grabbed my hand and moved it between her legs. "This is yours." She whispered in my ear. "I don't want any other man but you to touch it ever again." It felt like my dick was trying to grow larger. As I let my hand explore between her legs. The folds were sensual, soft and slick. I ran a finger along the slit carefully feeling for the entrance. She opened for me and I slipped my finger into the warmest and most inviting embrace.

"You feel so beautiful." I was mesmerized with her pussy. I had never taken the time to enjoy a woman so completely. Mia moaned as I explored her with my finger. I liked being the cause of the moan. I felt her hand around my hard-on, and my hips jerked a bit.

"I want you in me," she said, looking into my eyes. I felt a twinge in my groin at that and knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't want to disappoint her, but she was just too damn hot. I removed my hand and fumbled my dick into position. I was a bit over excited and had trouble finding my way in. Mia smiled, and I felt her grab my cock and guide it toward Heaven. Her feet left the bottom of the pool, and she encircled my hips with her legs. The most wonderful sensation enveloped my shaft. She slowly took all of me while watching my eyes. I was trying desperately not to explode. I never wanted it to end. She looked so gorgeous hanging on my shoulders. Her hips moved to meet mine.

"Do you love me, Dale?" She knew the answer to that. She just wanted to hear it again.

"I love you, Mia." I felt her hips grind into my groin. Her head tilted backward, and her smile warmed deliciously. My experience was irrelevant. My words were her aphrodisiac. "I want you more than anything." Her hips were grinding involuntarily. I was trying desperately to hold back just a moment longer. "You are in my soul. I will love you forever." Mia's whole body began to shake, and her muscles tensed. I saw the veins in her neck enlarge as her hips ground harder and more sporadically. A sexy growl came from her lips which sent me over the top. I emptied into her again and again. I thought I would never stop as pleasure coursed through my body into the love of my life.

Mia pulled forward as her spasms subsided. My legs collapsed, and we fell backward underwater, her lips locked on mine. I thought she was going to smother me to death, she was squeezing so hard. She separated from me, and we rose back into the air. It was the single best experience of my life. "I really love swimming with you!" I couldn't even attempt to shrink my grin. Everything about her was so exciting. Mia laughed and wrapped her arms around and through me.

"You were beyond perfect!" She kissed me on the lips. "I am yours, you know." She kissed me on my nose and moved to my forehead then my cheeks. I held her close and whispered in her ear.

"No more doubts?" I didn't want to ruin the mood, but I had to know.

"None at all." I felt her smile against my cheek. My plan had one more step. It was an insane step, but my life had always been a bit insane.

"Marry me." I said it clearly. I didn't whisper. I wanted her to know I meant it. She pulled her head back and looked me in eyes.

"You're serious." It was a statement that didn't require a response. I gave her one anyway.

"Absolutely serious." I didn't let my eyes drift away from hers. Without blinking, the word formed on her lips.

"Yes." Her expression didn't change. I felt she was waiting for me to withdraw the offer. I just smiled and gave her a tender kiss which she returned.

"Mia, my wife... I really like the sound of that," I said when our lips parted. I think it hit her right then. I wasn't pulling her chain. I had no fear of her past and no fear of our future. She melted into me and screamed into the air. She released all her fears with mine, and we emotionally entwined our futures.

The sliding glass door slammed open and Dr. Williams came running out. He had heard Mia's scream and thought the worst. He slowed when he saw a naked entwined couple in the pool with smile-laden faces. "Whoa! not quite what I expected." He said trying to cover his eyes. I could see a grin hidden behind his hand. Mia started laughing. What a wonderful laugh.

"You want to be really blown away?" Mia said with sparkling eyes.

"Nothing you two do will shock me anymore." He sat on a pool chair which allowed the side of the pool to provide the necessary modesty.

"Mia has agreed to be my wife." I watched his expression go through three or four emotions and then settle on happy.

"That is many levels of insane, but with you two, it just seems to fit." He was smiling at both of us. He started laughing to himself. "Monica is going to shit when she hears this." He started slapping his knee. "She was so pissed at you for screwing up her anniversary. She made me promise to make you do the heavy lifting, and she gave the clinic a lot of your money to make sure it happened." He was having a hard time trying to control the laughter. "She said you wouldn't last a day." He was hysterical at this point. "She's been waiting for your apology. Called me twice wondering why you weren't begging for forgiveness." He pointed at me. "What I wouldn't give to see her face when she hears about this."

"Honey, we really should do something nice for her and her husband. After all, you did screw up their anniversary." Mia pulled me close smiling. I was fine with her being my social compass.

"We certainly owe her something for putting us together." I squeezed Mia. "We'll put our heads together and dream up something special." I looked back at the doctor.

"Well, my work is done here. It's been an absolute privilege working with you two." He smiled as he stood up. We had drifted to the edge of the pool so he didn't have to hide behind his hand. "I am truly happy for both of you. I just never saw it coming." He held out the palm of his hand. "I'll show myself out." He was still chuckling as he walked back through the house. Mia shouted thanks as he disappeared inside.

"Well Mrs. Tomlinson, or Perez if you prefer, would you like some dinner?" I was steering her toward the stairs.

"Mrs. Tomlinson is indeed hungry." She smiled at me as she followed.

We had a wonderful dinner of frozen crap. Mia and I decided that grocery shopping was first on the list for tomorrow. As we were cleaning up the plates, my phone buzzed. It was Frank.

"Frank, I am going to put you on speaker." I wasn't going to hide anything for Mia anymore. I placed the phone on the table. "Mia Perez is here with me."

"I'm not sure I understand Mr. Tomlinson." Frank was a bit confused. He didn't expect to be talking with anyone but me.

"Mia, Frank is the one who I had looking into your past. I suspect he has information about the boat incident to report."

"Hi Frank." Mia smiled at me. I think she was happy that I didn't take the call privately.

"Hello, Ms. Perez." Frank stuttered a bit.

"Frank, I hired you to clear up some issues between Mia and myself so I could talk her into marrying me." I heard a cough on the other side of the line. "She has already told me what happened on the boat and has agreed to be my wife."

"Ahh, congratulations!?" It sounded more like a question.

"I think we may have caught you off guard Frank. I told Dale everything. I am sure the gentleman on the boat may spin it a bit differently but, the gist will be the same." Mia scooted next to me and gave me a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry, I am not used to working for couples with so much trust. Kind of comes with the job." He was getting on his feet again. "The yacht is owned by a Walter Patterson. It was his son Thomas Patterson who hired you, Ms. Perez, for his evening's entertainment." He paused to make sure that I was fully aware of the events. "It seems that Mr. Patterson has a habit of renegotiating his agreements with his entertainers once he has them on his father's boat. You are not the first one he has done this to." He coughed a bit. "I apologize, Ms. Perez, but he calls them his 'water bang parties.' He has some like-minded friends who frequent the events."

"What a bastard!" Mia had grim look on her face. "I thought it was a spur of the moment thing. You say he planned to share me with his friends?"

"Yes ma'am. A rather distraught young man, Kyle Gladstone, filled me in. He was on board and had no idea that you had not previously agreed. Mr. Patterson controls his job prospects. He spent a good twenty minutes telling me how ashamed he was for not telling the police."

"Tall blonde kid, funny glasses?" Mia asked.

"That describes him pretty well." Frank added. Mia looked at me.

"He got in the way of the other guys when I made for the harbor boat. I think he got in over his head," Mia injected.

"That was my feeling also. Both Mr. Patterson and Mr. Gladstone work for a small chemical outfit called Gem Works." Frank sighed, "I don't think you should have bought him a new boat, Mr. Tomlinson. They would have dropped the charges just to keep the incident quiet and avoid jail time themselves."

"How much did I pay for the boat?" I was beginning to devise a bit of payback. I heard paper shuffling on the other end.

"$33,781 according to the invoice Bob sent me." I wrote down the number and a few other notes.

"Thanks, Frank. Your service has been very valuable to me." I was getting use to thanking people.

"Thanks, Frank. I appreciate your careful choice of words." Mia smiled at the phone.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Ms Perez. Congratulations on your engagement." He disconnected. I really liked Frank. He was a no bullshit guy who seemed to care for his clients. I was hoping I could use him again in the future.

"I suddenly don't like Mr. Thomas Patterson." I said with a mischievous smile. "What do you say we try to put an end to his water bang parties."

"Oh, could we?" Mia was getting excited. Almost a bit bouncy which was more attractive than she knew.

We hit the internet and spent some time on Gem Works. There wasn't a lot of information on the small company, but we found enough. A local business journal article talked about them trying to expand into a specialized phosphorus product. They were having trouble getting the necessary funding due to their lack of historical profits. Chemicals were just not on the love list for venture capital firms these days. Their President and CEO was Brian Fitzgerald. I knew exactly what to do first thing in the morning.

Mia wasn't that crazy about the plan. She was concerned about the money I was spending. Wives are always trying reign in their husbands' spending. I kissed her and chuckled at her concern. I got a couple of hands on the hips and a cross look. "What's so funny about saving money?" I could have told her, but I wanted to cherish the look on her face. I fired up my laptop and logged into the brokerage account. I went to the aggregate page and spun it around so she could look.

"Our main account, Mrs. Tomlinson." I was smiling as her eyes found the total. Her mouth fell open, and I watched her eyes go back and forth over the total. I noticed she had stopped breathing. "You have to breathe sweetie." I chuckled as she reread the number for the tenth time.

"You are rich-rich!" She looked up at me with wide eyes. She was still processing how much was there.

"We are rich." I corrected.

"I can't even fathom what to do with that kind of money." She was still in shock.

"Putting an end to water bang parties might be a good start." She smiled and scooted next me on the couch.

"Did I ever tell you how sexy I find rich men." She was stroking my inner thigh. I felt my blood begin to move. I pushed an errant hair back behind her ear.

"I have always kind of had a thing for rich women." She smiled into my eyes and leaned in for a kiss. I felt her hand move higher as my arousal increased. I reached out and stilled her hand.

"I want you to teach me how to love you." It came out kind of wrong. I knew what I meant, but I was sure Mia was confused.

"I think you did pretty damn well in the pool a few hours ago." She smiled at me, thinking I might need an ego boost. I gave her a quick kiss.

"I want you to teach me about you. I want you to show me where I should kiss, where I should touch, and where I should lick." I was turning a bit red at the last part. "I want to know how to please you."

"Was that your first time?" I knew she meant in the pool.

"Sort of. I paid for it a couple of times, but it never felt like it did in the pool." I looked up into her eyes. I felt kind of exposed, but I really wanted to know how her body worked.

"Well, as your first and last girlfriend, I feel it is my duty to let you pleasure me." She caressed my cheek with a smile. She got up and hurried me along to the bedroom. "God, this is going to be fun!" Her enthusiasm was making me horny.

Mia stripped as soon as we arrived at the bed. "Different things turn on different women. Lucky for you, you only have to learn about one woman." She began undressing me. "I love being touched everywhere. Don't waste your time staying in one place. My nerve endings kind of get bored if you stay anywhere too long." She undid my belt buckle why I was making mental notes. "If you want to get me going, start with my joints." She smiled up at me as she lowering my shorts. "My neck, the inside of my elbow, behind the knees and, for some reason, my ankles." My dick bounced up as my shorts dropped. "Just light kisses, butterfly kisses and little licks. Nothing too sloppy though." She hopped on the bed and spread herself out. She was grinning ear to ear. I gave her a curious look.

"What about your breasts?" I really liked the idea of playing with those. Mia chuckled.

"Those are all for you and feeding babies. Don't get me wrong; it feels nice when you play with them. Mine just aren't super sensitive." I was slightly disappointed. "Don't worry, I'll show you other things titties are good for later." Her smile held promise that eased my concern. I climb into the bed next to her. She giggled and rolled me on top of her. "When it's your turn, I own you. Right now it's my turn so you own me. I am your prized possession, and I have no choice but to submit to your control." God, I liked the sound of that. Her body was my plaything and I was getting really excited.

I covered her body with mine and allowed an elbow and my knees to take the weight. My lips found the base of her neck, and I began lightly kissing and teasing it with my tongue. I felt involuntary shivers run through her body as my free hand lightly caressed her side. I kissed up to her ear and remembered the pool. "I love that you're mine." I whispered softly to her as my lips began to descend again.

"Yes, and words like that." She said as my hand lightly caressed her side and my lips followed the contours of her shoulder. She was cooing as I kissed down her arm and tickled the crook of her elbow with my tongue. I slowly moved back up to the other side of her neck.

"You taste delicious," I whispered, and another shiver ran through her body. I ran down her other arm and lightly tortured the inside of her elbow to a few quiet moans. I could feel the muscles in her body contracting in response to the tickling sensation.

I shifted my weight to my knees and moved my lips to her breasts. She told me they weren't a big turn-on, but they were too wonderful to ignore. I gave the left nipple a little lick and gently blew on it. A forest of goose bumps appeared. I smiled and repeated the process on the right nipple. I got a giggle out of Mia and a whispered "Men!" said with humorous contempt.

I kissed a wet trail down her chest across her tummy. With both hands now free, my fingers were exploring her sides and running down her thighs. As my kisses reached her thighs, a wonderful musky aroma inflamed my nose. I carefully lifted her leg as I slowly moved to her knee, my eyes never leaving the adorable womanhood between her legs. The lips were shaded both lighter and darker than the surrounding skin. When I lifted her leg higher to access behind her knee the slit glistened. It looked as wonderful as it had felt in the pool. I caressed her thigh with both hands and kissed the crook of her knee. I pushed Mia's knee back toward her as I massaged her calf. Her pussy opened slightly to reveal its wetness. It looked so warm, it had me entranced.

I reached her ankle and made love to it with my tongue as I massaged the bottom of her foot. I started hearing a constant low moan from Mia. I knew I was doing well. I raised the other foot to my lips and reversed the process I had used on her left leg. I was slowly descending back toward her intoxicating scent. As I approached, more of her muscles were responding involuntarily.

I pushed both of her thighs back toward her. I was desperate to see her. My face was only inches away from that precious opening as I ran my fingers along it. I opened her flower slightly and examined the multiple folds and the wetness that was flooding the sides. Mia moaned louder as I lightly touched her clit which had emerged from its hiding place. I was mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I loved her for letting me explore. Mia misinterpreted my exploration as hesitation. She spoke softly to me.

"Not every guy likes to..." I never let her finish. I dragged my tongue from the bottom of her slit deep inside tasting a woman for the first time. "Oh God!" she groaned. Both her hands wrapped around my head, and I felt her hips begin to move. She tasted like a soft honey, sweet but more delicate. My hands were holding her thighs wide as I went deeper and dragged out along her little nub. Mia tilted her hips into my face and was holding my head like I might want to leave. I began tickling her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I saw her back arch and her neck tense. Her whole body was shaking as she forced my mouth to drag along her clit. I lost my grip on her thighs as she straightened her legs to force her hips off the bed. She stayed that way for half a minute before her hips fell back, and a loud sexy groan escaped her lips.

I smiled at what I had done and lightly caressed her gorgeous pussy with two of my fingers. It was practically pulsing behind my hand. I was able to generate little involuntary jerks as I lightly moved them across her little nub. I have no idea why I was having so much fun watching her squirm under my fingers.

Mia sat up and then coaxed me back on top of her. "That was simply incredible." She sighed as she pulled me into her bosom. "I didn't think you were going to go that far." I gave her a loving smile.

"I'd never seen one up close in real life. I just had to know everything about it." I caressed her breast as I explained my actions. "It was really quite amazing. Everything about you is amazing." I looked up to kiss her and I saw a tear in her eye. "Mia?"

"I love you so much." She squeezed me tight and more tears appeared. "I get kind of emotional after I cum like that." Her voice was a bit halting, and her expression was all screwed up with tears and a smile. I scooted up a bit more, gave her a kiss, and wiped the tears from her eyes. I was relieved that they were happy tears. She ran her hand down my side and felt my arousal.

"It feels like you are ready to explode." Watching her throes of ecstasy made me hard. Knowing that I caused it had made me really hard. Mia sat up and pushed me flat on the bed. She moved between my legs and gave me an evil smile. "You like these don't you." She was holding her breasts and added a little wiggle for emphasis.

"I kind of love them." I was smiling, not really knowing where this was going.

"They're kind of soft and firm at the same time." She was examining them, tilting them back and forth. "They feel so warm right now." She looked back into my eyes. "I wonder what it would feel like if I wrapped them around your cock." My hips jerked a bit as I realized where this was going. I had no idea what it was going to feel like, but God, I wanted to know! "First we have to make sure it will slide really well." Without warning Mia dropped her lips over my manhood and took me half way into her mouth. Both of my hands squeezed a fist full of sheet as I strained not to cum under the surprise attack. I felt her tongue coat the underside of my shaft. I locked my legs, trying my best to hold off and wait for the breasts. She slowly raised off my tool, swirling her tongue around the crown. She drooled down the shaft, and her lips left the tip.

"Oh, I think it will slide real well now." She looked me in the eye and lowered her breasts over my groin. I could have cum right there. I felt a tinge of release, and I knew if I let it go, it was all over. Just the thought of what was about to happen was becoming too much. She smiled at me. "I think you're going to like this." Mia squeezed her breast together and enveloped my rod in feminine warmth. I was in heaven. The sensation was so visually stimulating I wasn't sure I could take any movement at all.

Mia began to massage my cock with her breasts. On every down-stroke, the head would poke up under her chin, and I would grunt. I gripped the sheets harder, and my neck was straining. I was trying desperately not to move my hips. I wanted it to last longer. Mia ended it. In a soft sultry voice I could barely hear, she said, "Cum for me." My hips started jerking, and I watch my cock explode cum under her chin. The head disappeared between her tits, and I felt myself fill her cleavage. My whole body felt like it was part of the climax. Every cell was happy at that exact moment. When the crown reappeared, it was a glistening mess, and I pulsed another, smaller shot under her neck.

My spasms slowly wound down, and Mia unwrapped my manhood. Her neck and cleavage were covered in jism. My cock was a happy drippy mess. Mia started laughing as she looked down at her chest. God, I loved that laugh. "Someone really likes my titties." she said as she wiggled them at me. I pulled her down to me. I didn't care how messy she was, I needed to give my future wife a kiss.

"You are by far the best thing to ever happen to me." I slid her lips up to mine for a short peck. "How about a shower? We have a lot of work tomorrow." I was playing with her hair as I talked. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked at the walls.

"Can I redecorate? Monica's color pallet is a bit boring." She smiled at me. I liked the idea of her taking ownership of the place.

"Mrs. Tomlinson, it's your house, and you can have it any way you want." I reached down and squeezed her butt for emphasis. "We can call painters tomorrow."

"I just thought we could go to the hardware store and paint it ourselves." She was looking thoughtful. "Kind of makes it more ours when we do it ourselves." A wonderful vision suddenly appeared in my head.

"If we were naked, we wouldn't ruin have to ruin any clothes." I was imagining her climbing ladders as I tried to hold back a smile.

"Well aren't you the kinky one." She poked me in the ribs. "But no sex until the room is done." She didn't hold back her smile. She seemed to like the idea. I was hoping it didn't take too long to paint a room. "Let's take that shower stud. You're as sloppy as I am now."

I awoke to the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen. Mia was already up and going. I grabbed my robe and headed to the kitchen. Mia was wearing a new white robe that was just sheer enough that you knew she was naked but not fully see-through. I couldn't believe that I would be waking up to that vision from now on. Life was good.

"Good morning ,sleepy head!" She was extra cheerful. I thought she might be a morning person, God help me. She poured me a cup of joe and set it on the counter. "I hope I didn't wake you. You looked pretty comfy in bed."

"Nope. That robe looks really good on you." I grabbed my cup and smiled. Mia twirled around.

"Why thank you Mr. Tomlinson." She smiled back and grabbed her own cup of coffee.

I looked at the clock on the wall and saw it was after eight. I sat down and yanked my phone free of its charger. "No time like the present." I said. Mia sat down next to me. I dialed up Bob Farring.

"Good morning Bob, it's Dale Tomlinson. I got you on speaker with Mia Perez." Mia smiled at me. She liked that I wasn't excluding her.

"Is Monica not well, Mr. Tomlinson?" He was once again confused as to why I was talking with him directly. Mia covered her mouth, trying to hold back a chuckle.

"No, I am sure Monica is just fine. This doesn't concern her." I paused a moment to let that sink in. "I am considering an investment in a small chemical company called Gem Works. I was hoping I could get you to run point to see if they have any interest in new capital." I knew they would beg, borrow or steal if they could.

"Of course. What kind of timeline are you looking at." I wish I was there to see his face.

"Today." I think I heard a cup hit the floor.

"That is not a lot of time for our due diligence Mr. Tomlinson." I could hear the panic in his voice. He didn't want to be a party to some failed venture of mine.

"Bob, I'll be honest with you. I'm really not interested in the viability of the company although, on the surface, it does have strong possibilities. I want to purchase leverage over an employee of the firm." I let that sink in. "He treated someone I love very badly, and I want to make sure he never does it again."

"I don't know if I can be involved in some blackmail scheme." I have honest lawyers. Who knew?

"It's my fiancé, Bob. It's pretty personal." I heard other things fall to the floor. Mia choked back another laugh.

"Mr. Tomlinson, this is kind of a surprise. A person of your stature should have contracts drawn up before considering a commitment like marriage." I would never insult Mia with a pre-nup. I would rather she just kill me off if that was her will.

"Sorry Bob, I'm winging it on love alone." Mia blew me a kiss. "Bob, meet my fiancé Mia Perez." I heard more stuff falling to the floor.

"I'm sorry Ms. Perez. I didn't want to insinuate you had any bad intentions." He fumbled his way through the whole sentence. It was becoming a bad morning for him.

"I wouldn't expect you to advise him any other way Bob." Mia chimed in perfectly. "I for one appreciate your loyalty." She paused for a moment. "This employee Dale was speaking about has a habit of tricking women on to his boat and forcing them to engage in sexual activity with numerous partners. I barely got away myself."

"Ms. Perez, this sounds like a police matter. Possibly a lawsuit if he has any assets." He was a good man and wasn't interested in a roundabout route. I looked at Mia and shrugged my shoulders, informing her I didn't care how much she told him. She sighed.

"Can I tell you something in confidence Bob?" She was looking intently at the phone.

"Yes. As your lawyer, you are entitled to my confidence." I really wished I was in his office.

"A week ago, I was a prostitute addicted to heroin." She didn't even flinch. Our love was solid as a rock. There was silence on the other end. Not even breathing. "Bob?" Mia asked.

"Um... ah... I can see why involving the courts could be a bit problematic." He started to recover. "May I ask what your intention is with respect to this employee?" He was trying to gage how deep he would have to go.

"I intend to hold his job over his head. He either stops these parties, or his family finds out why I fired him." I took a breath. "He tricked me into purchasing the boat that Mia escaped in under the threat of grand theft. I will expect him donate an equivalent sum to a charity of our choice."

"Legally, you can fire him for his illegal acts on or off the job. The forced donation is pushing into a darker realm of the law." He paused, obviously thinking. "You say he has done this before?"

"He calls them 'water bang parties.' Frank Talbot researched it for us." I thought adding Frank might ease his mind a bit.

"Well I never knew Frank to be incorrect. Is it possible for you to refer to the donation as a suggested repentance or some other similar phrasing?" Wow!, He's good. Trying to stay just this side of the law.

"Now I know why Monica trusts you so much Bob. We will take your advice and make it a suggestion." Mia was smiling. I think she liked Bob also. "Will you be able to run point?"

"I would be happy to." He was satisfied we weren't going to break the law.

"I don't want any control, just a straight percentage interest in the company. I will speak to the CEO personally about the other issue. There is no need for you to get involved directly in the aspect. Just get me a phone call with him." I was afraid Gem Works wouldn't take me seriously if I cold-called them.

"I will call you back in an hour or two, Mr. Tomlinson." He hung up and went to work. I took another sip of my coffee and looked at Mia.

"Having a lot of money is kind of exciting." She smiled and sipped her own cup.

An hour and a half later Bob called back. "Brian Fitzgerald is waiting for you call, Mr. Tomlinson. He is looking for a five million dollar investment and he has agreed to a 30% ownership, which after a cursory look at the books seems to be proper." He paused. "You will be the second largest holder. Mr. Fitzgerald will hold 42% after the sale."

"Bob, you are the miracle worker we were looking for. I am going to close the deal, then you can finalize the paperwork." I was very pleased with the results.

"Monica called this morning. She has gotten wind of you dealing directly with us. I suspect she is friends with the receptionist." Bob seemed a bit strained by the change in protocol. "I haven't called her back yet. Is she aware of what is happening?" Mia started giggling. I had to look away so I didn't catch it.

"She isn't aware of any of this yet. I would appreciate it if you kept her in the dark." I wanted to be the one to tell her. This time I will be in the room. "You're free to tell her we spoke."

"Whatever happened between you two, Sir, I want you to know she has always acted in your best interest." Bob is loyal too. I am really liking this guy.

"Monica is my second favorite woman on this planet, Bob," I chuckled . "I am just making her sweat a bit. She deservedly put me in my place, but she never envisioned the results." I smiled at Mia and she patted my arm. "I owe her a lot more than she knows. I just have to be in the room when she finds out."

"Okay then, silence it is. She is going to press, of course. I hope you'll let her know that I was under direct orders." Bob seemed a bit more relieved.

"I will be happy to let her know. Your loyalty is impressive Bob." He was quickly becoming another favorite person of mine. "Mia and I are going take short trip this weekend. When we return, I want you to set us up as beneficiaries of each other's wills and gather whatever signatures you need to make sure that Mia has the same access to our assets as I do."

"Mia Perez or Mia Tomlinson?" He was on the ball.

"Tomlinson." Mia answered. She wrapped her hand around my waist.

"Congratulations to the both of you. I will have everything ready on your return." He didn't even mention a pre-nup again. I like people who don't try to beat a dead horse.

"Bob, from now on my name is Dale." I hung up before he argued that one. I pulled Mia in close and kissed her.

"You know he might be right about the pre-nup. It would make everyone else feel better." Mia was trying to be realistic. I was done being realistic.

"Nope, I am all in. If you murder me for my money it's on me." I smiled pulling her closer.

"And pass up on nude painting. Do you think I'm insane?" She gave me a passionate kiss.

I called up Brian Fitzgerald at Gem Works. "Mr. Tomlinson, I was rather surprised when your associate called." He sounded a bit non-trusting.

"Please, call me Dale. I understand I can buy 30% of Gem Works for five million. I am interested as Bob must have informed you." I was going to let greed take its course.

"It was the speed of the transaction the concerns me, Dale. These things usually take months. You want to move in hours." Damn, I got a non-greedy one. Time for truth.

"I have a two stipulations to the purchase. They are the real reason. If you agree, the company has the funds it needs to grow. I will hold for a minimum of ten years. No other strings attached." This was a no-bullshit guy.

"Name them." Yep, no bullshit.

"Kyle Gladstone will get a 20% raise." I forestalled the next question. "His actions allowed someone I love to avoid a horrible outcome. He needn't know where it came from."

"He's a good kid... Done. What's the other?" That was easy.

"The other concerns Thomas Patterson." This one might be bit tougher.

"What do you want with that pompous ass?" Might not be as tough as I thought.

"He was going to be the horrible outcome." I let that sink in. "I want to be able to fire him, and I want you to let him know I can do it."

"Well that's an easy yes. May I ask what the horrible outcome was?" That went better than expected.

"It's better that you don't know. You might fire him on the spot." Brian sounds like a guy who might have him beaten first. "He will either quit or become a model employee when I am done with him."

"He must have really pissed you off to spend five million to get a hold on him?" He was chuckling. "I would have let you have him for a lot less."

"Oh, I still consider this an investment, Brian. If your expansion works as expected, I win twice." I didn't want him to think I just throw money down the drain.

"It will work. I'll double you in five years." He was extremely confident. "My lawyers are talking with yours. I trust we can sign by the end of the week."

"I will give my lawyer power to sign and distribute the funds immediately. As soon as your lawyers are happy, it's done." I should have just given him a check and shook his hand.

"Great, I'll have Patterson in my office at 3:00. Call me at 3:10, and I'll leave you two alone." He was chuckling again. "Sure is good doing business with you, Dale."

"Same here, Brian." we disconnected.

Mia and I went shopping. We let the store clerk talk us into way too many painting implements, and we picked paint for two rooms. Mia had a terrible time trying to pick the colors. She finally narrowed it down to five and made me a pick the winner. I made it look like I was considering them carefully. I actually did "eeny, meeny, miny, moe" in my mind. Two of the colors were so close, I couldn't even tell the difference. That choice made, she picked accent colors. I couldn't wait to paint.

We spent a few hours at a travel agent. Mia wanted this part to be perfect. I couldn't believe she even suggested it. She hit a homerun as far as I was concerned.

The grocery store was a lot more fun. We got to find out a lot about what we like and dislike. We were totally compatible in the meat department, polar opposites when it came to vegetables. We both loved ice cream although we had to compromise on mint chocolate chip. I snuck some chocolate syrup into the cart. When I thought we were done, she took me back to the vegetables and grabbed the broccoli that I had poo-pooed earlier. I was told it was good for me, and if she had to serve it off her breasts to get me to eat it, she would. Broccoli was looking better all the time.

At 3:10 we called Gem Works. I was put through to Brian Fitzgerald's office. "Hello..." It was a very unsure greeting.

"Mr. Patterson, this is Dale Tomlinson along with Mia Perez." I made it sound pretty snobby.

"I am not sure what is happening here, Mr. Tomlinson." He sounded a bit scared. Brain must have shaken him up a bit.

"I assume that Mr. Fitzgerald explained the position you're in?" I wanted to keep the pressure on.

"I have been informed, but I don't understand. I don't even know you, Mr. Tomlinson." This guy must be a complete idiot.

"You should, I bought you a boat a week ago." Let's see if that jogs his memory.

"That was you. I thought the bitch that stole it paid for the new one." He wasn't very good at connecting the dots. Pompous ass was a very good description of him. Time to see how much of his foot he can fit into his mouth. Mia was fuming.

"Mr. Patterson, I am going to turn this over to my fiancé, and if you call her bitch one more time I will make it my mission to ruin your life." God! I wish I was in the room. There was complete silence on the other side.

"Mr. Patterson, do you now have a better understanding about what is going on?" Mia's face was quite serious as she brought him to reality.

"Yes." Only one word. He was beginning to understand where he stood.

"I understand that you are married, and that it is your father's boat that you use for your water bang parties?" Mia was keeping the pressure on, making sure he knew that we knew everything. She needed this retribution. There was silence on the other end. "Is that information correct, Mr. Patterson?" She wasn't going to make it easy on him.

"Yes. Look things got a bit out—" Mia wasn't interested in what he thought.

"I am sure you don't want your family to become aware of your parties." She continued in a terse tone. "Those parties and anything that even smells like them are over. We just spent five million to get this far. Imagine what we could do if we made it our life's work to ruin you." Mia was getting into it. There was more silence for his side. "Do we have an understanding, Mr. Patterson?"

"Yes." He was back to one word answers.

"To make the ramifications fully clear: you lose your job, and your family finds out why. I accept a prostitution charge, and you fight attempted gang r*pe and kidnapping charges. Your perverted friends go down the tubes with you. I can be quite convincing when I'm sober Mr. Patterson." I liked mean-Mia—as long as her ire isn't directed at me.

"I understand." He graduated to two words. He sounded like he wanted this to end.

"You lied to the police and forced my future husband to buy your dad a new boat." She was smiling a bit now. "I would think you would feel really guilty about that. I think an act of contrition would ease your soul a bit. Maybe a donation in the amount of $33,781 to the East Side Clinic in the care of Dr. Williams would make you feel a bit better. Did you get that, Mr. Patterson."

"$33,781, East Side Clinic, Dr. Williams" He didn't sound too happy about it.

"If you do decide to make the donation by the end of the week, I know I would feel better about your soul." Mia threw in a timeline on her own. She was a smart girl. I smiled at her forethought. I decided to jump back in.

"Mr. Fitzgerald and I will be discussing your status on a regular basis. I really hope you're not one of those deadweight employees. I have a lot invested in Gem Works and I wouldn't want it hindered by anyone I have taken a special interest in." I tried to make it sound a bit menacing. I was just trying to throw a bone to Brian. I didn't want him stuck with a useless asshole.

"I understand. You won't have to talk with me again." He sounded contrite. I know it was due to fear, but it was nice to hear it all the same. Mia ended the call.

"You have a nice day, Mr. Patterson." I hit the disconnect. Mia jumped into my arms. "A week ago I was powerless against that jerk. Today he was cowering at our feet. I felt like I was punching him in the face for every girl he has done that to." She smothered me with kisses. "We're like superheroes. We need to buy capes or something." She started bouncing around twirling in circles. Her happiness was worth way more than five million.

"We have one more call to make Mia." I smiled as the final stage of our plans was about to unfold. "You have to be quiet for this one." I dialed Monica number.

"Monica, It's Dale Tomlinson." I tried to sound like my pre-Mia self.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson." She didn't sound like her normal confident and efficient self.

"Ms. Perez is not on the street and is off heroin. I trust your husband hasn't left you." I was having a hard time trying to sound stern. Mia was smiling.

"No sir, I'm sorry about that. I was just a—" I interrupted.

"I have a rather large business deal to complete in Las Vegas in two days. It involves a significant portion of my assets. I want a private charter. There is a possibility of extra passengers." I had to get Mia on the plane without her knowing.

"Meeting time." Efficient Monica was back.

"3 pm." I pulled the time out of my ass.

"Hotel preference." I told her to choose one on the main strip.

"I will send the itinerary to your email as usual, Sir." She was about to hang up.

"Monica, I am going to need you there." I couldn't imagine her saying no.

"Yes, Sir. I will meet you there." She dropped the line.

Now all I had to do was find someone to marry Mia and me at 3 pm. I really should have taken care of that first, but what the hell, it's Vegas.

Two hours later I had a full itinerary on my phone. Limo service to and from the airports and a suite of rooms at the Bellagio. I called up the Bellagio and they had no problem setting up the wedding. Turns out they have chapels on site. It's Vegas, baby! Mia and I called Dr. Williams and talked him into joining us for the weekend. Once he heard that Monica was coming, still unaware of the situation, he was on board wholeheartedly.

We woke the next morning with two goals: pack for our trip the next day and paint a room. We choose the smallest spare bedroom to start. Since neither of us had painted in a long time, it seemed prudent to start small. We removed all of the furniture and outlet covers then covered the carpeting with drop cloths and taped around a few fixtures. After we brought in all our implements and the ladder, we stripped.

Mia had agreed to do most of the edging, and I was going to handle most of the rolling. We both started edging first before I could fill it in with the roller. I had made sure that Mia was on the ladder doing the ceiling edging while I started on the baseboard. The view was spectacular. Mia was trying to keep me on task, but my eyes kept moving back to that tushy on the ladder.

When you are relearning to paint, you have a tendency to get paint all over yourself. When you're horny and relearning, you get paint on your dick. Mia laughed when she saw what I had done. She climbed down from her perch and wiped me with a wet rag. My cock twitched a bit as she wiped off the rest of the paint. She chuckled.

"No sex till the room is done." She gave my dick a little kiss and climbed back up the ladder. Well you can't kiss a guys dick and then use the words "no sex. " I was aroused, and I felt our naked painting agreement might need some renegotiation. I started using her can of paint to fill my brush. Every time I needed a refill, I would stand up to reach up to the ladder tray and dip. This would allow my free hand to roam over the back of her thighs and tweak her butt.

"Stop that! You're going to make me screw this up." Mia was smiling so I knew she wasn't too serious. Every few moments, I would return for more paint and leave a small caress in my wake. She stopped complaining and just let me have my little feels. When I finished the current wall's baseboard, I dipped my brush to begin moving up the corner. Just before I returned to the wall I very lightly scr*ped my fingertips along the inside of her knee. Her knee collapsed inward, and I saw her brush slip and slightly paint ceiling.

"I can't believe you just did that." Mia turned with what I could only describe as an evil smile. "You know what that does to me." I saw the brush headed for me but didn't react in time. She caught me on the shoulder and bicep, a big lavender blotch on my arm. I didn't even think before I reacted. I slapped my brush on her left butt cheek. I had forgotten I had just dipped it back in the paint. I covered my mouth to hide my grin as I began moving backward. Mia's lips formed a large 'O' as she watched the large splat of paint begin to run down her thigh.

Mia's paintbrush went back into the bucket. When she withdrew it, half her hand was covered and it was dripping all over the ladder and drop cloth as she descended. I had no choice; I started for the door.

"If you want me to marry you, you had better stay right here in this room!" She was smiling as she inched toward me led by the heavily soaked brush. I knew she would still marry me if I ran, but I felt I had to prove my love. I stood my ground and raised my brush in the en-garde position. I circled around the room slowly trying to keep my distance from the loaded brush. She moved with me, cutting me off and allowing less and less space to move. I had no choice; I attacked. I went over her arm and straight for her breasts. The brush barely touched before her free hand grabbed the top half of the wooden handle and steered it away.

"Men always go for the breasts," she laughed. Then she swiped. She started low on my stomach and dragged the brush up across my chest and finished at the base of my neck. It was seriously cold paint. I sucked in my breath and let go of my brush. She had them both now. I raised my hands.

"I surrender." I could feel the paint beginning to drip. Mia just smirked. I think she was under the impression that we weren't even yet. She pointed to the floor with one of the brushes.

"On your knees when you beg for forgiveness!" She indicated the floor again when I didn't move quick enough. I dropped to my knees.

"I'm sorry for teasing you." I didn't really sound sorry because I wasn't. Mia moved directly in front of me, her pussy inches from my face.

"For penance, you will now pleasure me." I looked into her eyes and all I saw was love. My hands were full of paint so I knew it was tongue only. I reached up and pulled her forward by her buns forgetting that one was covered in fresh paint. I felt paint drip on the back of my arm from the soaked brush she still held. My tongue dragged across her dry slit as Mia spread her legs to give me more room. I forced my tongue to split her lips and open her flower. I tasted the beginning of wetness. More paint dripped on to my back as Mia shifted her weight to give me more access. I drove my tongue deeper and dragged my hands down her thighs, one pulling wet paint. I heard a quiet moan from above as my mouth moved a bit higher.

Mia dropped the brushes and moved her hands behind my neck. I felt paint dripping down my back as she pulled me in tighter. Her pussy was becoming wetter as I massaged the back of her knees with my hands. I moved my mouth higher and lightly licked both sides of her hood, trying to coax her clit out of hiding. Mia moaned again and slowly dropped to the floor. I followed her down, never losing contact with her moist opening. She grabbed my arms and pulled me up over her body. "I want you in me." She was breathing harder. I pushed her hair out of her face with the wrong hand and left a trail to paint on her cheek.

I knew her body now. I knew every inch. I guided my cock to her opening and slowly inserted the head. I felt her hips shift to allow me a better angle. I held her head steady with both hands, accidentally painting one side. I locked onto her eyes, "I love you, Mrs. Tomlinson." and I slowly inserted myself into her until our pelvises met. I remembered the feeling of her grinding into me in the pool. I knew what she liked. I lowered my hips a bit rubbed my groin into hers. It felt the same and Mia's head fell back with a groan.

I withdrew and slowly re-entered. When we met again, I shifted my hips down and ground my way back up. "Oh God, Dale!" Mia's neck was tightening up, and I felt tremors beginning to build. I felt like a king. I loved making her body react. I withdrew and returned again. The grind this time generated shaking in her legs. I knew she was close. I was waiting for her. I withdrew again, and when I returned, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight. She started grinding herself into me as spasms ripped through her body. Her breathing was a set of halting groans as I felt her muscles tighten. I exploded, my hips grinding of their own accord. Our pleasure took over our humanity as we struggled like wild animals. I came again, and Mia groaned louder as I felt her pussy clamp down. I realized I was also groaning as the last spasm ripped through my body. I wanted to collapse, but Mia was still grinding in a world of her own. My muscles wouldn't cooperate so I just let her spend herself on my hips.

Mia collapsed onto the paint covered tarp. She looked at me and started laughing. I collapsed next to her, my dick reluctantly leaving its precious home. We were covered in paint. There was more on us than on the walls. Mia grabbed my face and kissed me hard. "No more naked painting." She was still trying to catch her breath.

"Sorry Mia, you just looked too damn sexy on that ladder." I knew I was the instigator. I also knew I would do it again. Mia dipped her finger into the wet bristles of the soaked brush and found an unpainted part of stomach. She finger painted "Mia's" on to my body and kissed me again. I liked that she owned me. I caressed the side of her head with my clean hand.

I looked around the room and was hit with a thought. "Mia, what if we make this our yesterday room?" She looked at me kind of funny. "We can hang our pictures of Grandma, Adrian and Carlos. Then we can come in here to remember. The rest of the house will be for the now-us." She was smiling when I was done.

"That's a lovely idea." She stroked my arm. "You have a good heart, Dale." She cuddled in close, and I felt our paint start to mix. "Yes, that's a perfect use for this room." She kissed me on the ear which sounded a lot louder than it felt. We lay in the paint for a while longer enjoying the closeness.

"We better shower and pack." Mia offered up the plan. I agreed and helped her to her feet. I closed up the paint and grabbed the brushes to wash them out. We only got about half the edging done on one wall. Naked painting isn't productive at all. I smiled as I put both brushes in one hand and palmed the wet bristles with the other. "I'll meet you in the shower," she said, not really looking at me. I moved in close for quick kiss, and when our lips met, I grabbed her boob with my paint covered hand.

"You're right, we always go for the breasts." I smiled as I headed to the utility sink. Mia now had a lavender hand print that covered the majority of her boob.

"This is not over by a long shot Mister," I heard as I proudly headed down the hall trying not to drip. I have been pretty happy with the punishment so far. Getting tortured with sex can be so cruel.

Monica's itinerary was flawless as usual. We were in Vegas by 9 am and in our rooms by 10. I hustled Mia and Bob out to one of the fancy dress shops in the hotel before they could accidently run into Monica. The store had my card and instructions to make Mia beautiful. Bob was going to roam the strip and pick up Mia just before 3 and meet me in the chapel. I went back up to room. I just had to keep a straight face for a few more hours.

At exactly noon, there was a knock at my door. I tried my best to pull my mind away from my new happiness. I needed to hide everything for a bit longer. I rose from the chair on the second set of knocks and opened the door. It was, of course, Monica.

"Hello, Mr. Tomlinson. I just got in from the airport." She seemed a bit flustered. She tried to nonchalantly look past me. I think she got wind that I did not fly up alone. I opened the door wider and stood aside. Monica walked in without instructions. I walked to the small sitting area and took a seat. She followed and took the other.

"I will admit that operating without you is fairly difficult Monica." I was sounding stern. I was bit proud of my acting.

"I want to apologize for my actions, Sir. I was a bit overwrought at the time." She was trying to find out how much damage she had caused. I am sure she feared a drop in her living standard. "I had no right to demand anything of you. You have never failed to reward me for my services." I smiled inside. She was thinking I might be trying to replace her. I held up the palm of my hand.

"No. That woman saved my life. I owed her one of her own. I see that now." I had to look away from Monica. I was afraid I would start laughing. "I'm not sure I appreciate your methods, but the results are as they should be."

"Mr. Tomlinson, I fear I might have damaged our relationship." She was sounding like business, but her eyes looked like pleading. "I never really thought it would go this far." She was sweating on the inside.

"I do believe our relationship has changed Monica." I paused for a moment. "Only time will tell by how much." I had to look away again. I had forgotten how to look aloof.

"I regret that it has, Sir. Prior to this incident, I have never failed to work in your best interests." She was really beginning to sweat. I was almost ready to cave, but I just didn't want to spoil the surprise.

"As Bob ceaselessly reminded me when I was setting up this deal." There, I kept my promise to Bob. "I am, however, concerned where his loyalty really lies." Monica's head dropped to the floor. I had to end this soon before she suffered too much.

"It's to you, Sir." Monica's emotions were getting a bit too involved in her voice. "I got wind of your actions, and Bob ignored my queries. I'm sorry again, Mr. Tomlinson, I felt a little left out of it all." Whoa, she was starting to take it personally. I had to end this. I stood up.

"Meet me downstairs at the front desk at 2:45." I started walking toward the door. Monica realized she was being dismissed and followed. "We will discuss this again after the meeting." I opened the door and she walked out. I closed the door and sighed. I may have taken it a bit far. I glanced through the peephole, and she was just standing there with her hand over her eyes. Yes, maybe a bit too far...

At 2:40 I was downstairs, dressed in my finest suit. It was actually my only suit. I had to wait exactly five minutes for Monica. She looked dressed for business, but I noticed her eyes were a bit red. Shit, I let it get a bit far. As soon as she walked up to me I turned and headed to the chapel. I figured if I walked faster, time might jump ahead with me. We turned down a couple of halls and passed a sign that said "Chapels" with an arrow pointing in the direction we were headed. Monica did a double-take but followed along.

We entered a lounge with a few doors to different chapels. I entered the chapel I had reserved, and Monica followed more slowly. "I don't understand, Mr. Tomlinson. The meeting is in the Wedding Chapel?" Leading her on like this was frustrating. I snapped accidentally.

"Just wait here, Monica!" I indicated a chair by the door. I saw her eyes begin to water as she sat slowly in the chair. Time needed to speed up a bit faster. I walked to the front of the chapel and spoke quietly with the man who would perform the service. A moment later I heard Monica behind me. It was the first time I had ever heard her distraught in my life.

"If you're going to fire me, you could have done it over the phone." I turned to face her and was shocked to see mascara following tears down her face. I felt her pain in my chest.

"Monica, I'm not going—" My words caught in my throat. Mia walked, in and she was simply stunning. I didn't think a woman could look so good. Her long hair was pulled back and to the right by a rich red ribbon. Two red roses were over her left ear highlighting the lacy white dress that flowed over her curves. The dress was bound by a red belt that tied in a bow on the left. She was holding a small bouquet of red roses. "Beautiful," I said by instinct as I stared at my future wife. Mia smiled and the whole image glowed brighter.

Monica heard my word, saw my smile and followed my eyes. Mia's expression changed immediately. "Dale!" She started hurrying forward to Monica. "What did you do to her?" Monica's mouth was wide open; mascara was all over her cheeks. She kept looking back and forth between Mia and myself.

"It went too far. She thought I was going to fire her." I was pleading my case to deaf ears.

"Ahh, Monica, I'm so sorry it came to this. " Mia wrapped Monica in her arms. Monica was still in shock, and I don't think she even recognized Mia.

"I was about to tell her when you walked in..." I didn't want Mia upset with me on our wedding day.

"Well you should have told her sooner." She started rubbing Monica's back. "You probably had her in tears all day." She sat Monica on a nearby chair and looked back at the smiling Wally. "Wally, grab some water and a towel or something." He left, chuckling. Monica's mouth was still standing open. "Well, tell her, Dale. I won't have any tears at our wedding." Monica's mouth opened wider. Mia's hands were on her hips, waiting for me to comply. I softened my voice as I dropped to one knee in front of Monica.

"You remember Mia Perez, Monica." I smiled trying to make sure she understood I had no ill will. "We kind of hit it off during the detox." I grabbed one of Mia's hands off her hip. "We're getting married today, and I needed you here as a witness." Monica mouth was still wide open, looking between Mia face and mine. I gently took hold of Monica's hand. "Are you alright?" I heard Bob re-enter the chapel.

"You've known her for a week." Monica looked back to me. "You don't like anybody." I laughed and patted her hand.

"I assure you, I love this woman more than life itself" I smiled at Mia who dropped her other hand off her hip and smiled back.

"I didn't even know you could smile." Monica was still in shock. Bob exchanged the water and towel for Mia's bouquet. Mia sat down next to Monica.

"Your mascara is a bit askew." Mia dipped the end of the towel in the water and began wiping the worst of it off her face.

"Making me take care of Mia was the best thing you could done for me." I stood back up. "I needed her as much as she needed me."

"I never met the Dale you know." Mia kept cleaning Monica's face as she talked. "I fell in love with a very tender man with a strange SpaghettiOs fixation." Monica laughed at that. Leave it to Mia to move us past the tears. Wally leaned down near Monica.

"These two share a very compatible type of insanity." He chuckled again.

"You see, Monica, I have no intention of firing you. You are my second favorite woman on this whole planet." I smiled at her, figuring that should settle it. I saw tears welling up in her eyes. She jumped up and wrapped her arms around me and started bawling. I looked at Mia for help, and she was crying too. I looked at Wally.

"I knew this would be an insane wedding." Wally started chuckling again. I was beginning to think he was a bit on the insane side.

Once the girls had fixed their makeup, the wedding went off without a hitch. Mia surprised me with a little poetic vow about me pulling her from a pit of darkness into "my heart full of light." I had to think fast, and I could see in her eyes that this was payback for a handful of paint.

"Mia, before you entered my life, I thought love was only a word for poets." I smiled into her eyes. "I now know poets are just souls who ache for what I have through you. You are my ocean, my waves. You are my SpaghettiOs." I heard a whimper from Monica and I saw the water in Mia's eyes. Wally was holding back another chuckle.

Mia and I took our witnesses out to dinner after the wedding to celebrate. We spent the entire dinner laughing and telling Monica all that had happened over the last week. We were into our fourth bottle wine when Mia decided to give her gift to Monica.

"Dale told me why you made him take care of me." Mia was glowing. "I felt bad that my thoughtless husband would do such a thing." I interrupted.

"Hey, I didn't know you then!" Mia smacked me lightly in the shoulder.

"A tenth anniversary only comes around once. It deserves to be recognized." Mia looked at me like I might forget some future event. "We wanted to buy you a second honeymoon to make amends." Mia smiled handing an envelope over to Monica.

Monica opened the envelope with wide eyes. "Oh my God!" she said as she looked at the three-week cruise to the islands and South America.

"And everything is planned." Mia was all jumpy. "I wanted to make sure you didn't have to think about a thing, just like when you take care of Dale." Mia was really proud of herself. "Dale cleared the time with Charlie's boss, and I'll make sure Dale doesn't try and call during the trip." Monica started tearing up again.

"Oh my gosh, guys! This is amazing!" Monica was wiping the tears from her eyes. Mia hugged her and started crying too. You would have thought we were poking them with burning sticks.

I was excited, because I saw the dessert tray heading our way. I slipped the pastry chef a hundred to make something special for me. The waiter went around, delivering the desert, leaving Wally for last. I was getting antsy. The waiter smiled at me and reached under the tray and pulled out a small top-hat-shaped cake. It was perfect. He placed it in front of Wally, who for once looked very confused.

"I don't think this is what I ordered." He looked up at the waiter who just smiled and nodded at me.

"I quote: 'If you two are friends at the end if this I'll eat my hat.' " My timing was perfect. Mia burst out laughing which infected all of us. To his credit, Wally ate the entire thing. I think he liked being the center of attention even if it was a joke at his expense.

Over coffee, Monica was whispering to Mia. Monica reached into her purse and removed what looked like an old envelope that had seen better days. Monica looked at me. "I made a promise a few years back that earlier today, I thought I would have to break." Her eyes were getting watery. "I think I was planning to throw this at you Dale." She was indicating the envelope, half smiling and half crying. Women were becoming confusing again. "Now, I get to keep that promise." She handed the envelope to Mia, then wiped some tears from her eyes.

Mia seemed a little confused herself. The envelope didn't have any markings and seemed to contain more than just paper. She broke the seal and looked inside, and I saw her eyes tear up. I tried to see what was inside as she pulled out a single folded piece of paper. Mia opened it and began to cry which was echoed by Monica. They hugged each other.

I reached over and looked into the envelope. My eyes began to water as I looked at my Grandma's butterfly brooch. Mia handed me the letter and hugged me as I read:

To whomever has found my Dale's heart,

Please take care of it. It is very precious to me.

Love Eleanor.