Keesha’s graduation day had arrived. Her mother and I were very proud of her. She did very well and was very happy to finally graduate and receive her diploma. She and a couple of her friends from school decided to take a short trip to celebrate their graduation. All the girls were good Christian girls, raised by good families, but that didn’t stop them from partying a little. They went to a beach resort in Myrtle Beach, SC and they drank a little alcohol and went to a couple of clubs, but luckily didn’t decide to experiment with sex or drugs, at least not that Keesha would admit to.
The girls stuck pretty close to the hotel most of the time. They loved walking along the beach looking for shells and shark’s teeth and splashing around in the surf. From what she told me after she returned home, they had a great time. I was glad; she deserved to have a great time, but I was also glad she was back. I missed her.
I was very glad to have Keesha back. She was ready to go to work too. Unbeknownst to me, she completed her first computer generated reports for me before she left on her little vacation and handed them to me first thing Monday morning, the day after she returned. While handing them to me, her face filled with pride and with those beautiful sparkling eyes shining up at me, I couldn’t help braking into a big smile. She asked me to look at them with her to see if it was what I wanted and if it was acceptable. With my countenance still locked in a huge smile, I sat down at the kitchen table with her and looked over her work. She did a perfect job. It was exactly what I wanted. “Thank you so much. This is great Keesha and the next time it’ll be even easier if you saved your work?” “Of course I did…you know me better than that.” “I know…Sorry Keesha…I was just checking.”
Keesha was amazing. She did everything with a smile and did everything well. My house was beautiful and clean once again. Once or twice a week I would bring in another piece of artwork that I created in my workshop, and each time she would rave about each piece, she especially liked the decorative turned bowls I made. After raving about each piece, she would end what she was saying by smiling at me and saying with genuine happiness in her voice, “something new for me to dust.” I actually think she enjoyed dusting because I never even heard the slightest hint of sarcasm in her voice. On the other hand, maybe she was just a great little actress. Either way, she always made me feel pride in my wooden creations. She was such a little bundle of joy.
If you hadn’t noticed yet, I love Keesha. I honestly think I fell in love with her before two weeks of her employment had passed by. Unfortunately, I have to be an honorable man and employer. I don’t think it’s appropriate to initiate any verbal acknowledgement of my feelings, much less indulge in any physical contact. It’s going to be hard, but the only thing I can show her is that I’m an intelligent, kind, interesting, caring man, filled with honesty and integrity. Can she fall in love with a man like that? Should I even hope for her love? I’m much older than she is. But, I’m going to live for an indefinite length of time, unchanged. Should I subject her to growing old with someone who will live forever? I have the ability to at least appear to age. Maybe that is the answer? Yes, if she’ll have me, I’ll alter my appearance to match hers until death takes her from me if that’s what she wants. What am I saying! I know she likes me, but I have no idea if her feelings go deeper than that. I’ll just have to bide my time. After all, I have the rest of her life to win her heart. God in heaven…I love her….
Thanksgiving was spent at home with just Keesha and her mother. We all shared in both the cooking and the cleanup. It was one of the most relaxing and most comfortable Thanksgivings I’ve ever had; great food with fun, interesting and intelligent conversation with two people I genuinely cared about. The thing that is strange about that (for me) is that I never get that relaxed and comfortable with anyone that isn’t family. I guess in my heart, due to my love for Keesha, I had kind-of adopted them into both my heart and my family. All I knew was that I had a great time with them. Keesha agreed with me, saying that it was her best Thanksgiving ever and gave me a big hug goodnight.
Christmas was going to be something altogether different. I had volunteered my home for the annual family Christmas gathering and celebration. Usually fun, but a logistical nightmare, with the inevitable complaints about this or that, and with a little innocent family backbiting thrown in for good measure to complete the occasion. Again, usually fun, but in no way relaxing. This would also be the first time most of my family members ever saw my home, so I’d have to take each group that arrived around the house on the “grand tour” of the place. I hate that! But, it’s expected. I told Keesha that she was welcome to attend and to invite her mother. To my welcomed surprise, her precious, beautiful face lit-up, and with glee, she said, “Really!” “Yes, really, I consider you ladies family.” And, true to form, she ran over to the phone and immediately called her Mom. Her Mom graciously accepted and they both decided that they would help me plan and arrange everything.
It was now several days before Christmas and by now all the arrangements were made and the house was ready. Keesha and I decorated both the interior and exterior in a red, green and gold motif. After the house was festively adorned inside and out, we decorated our beautiful 18 foot tall Christmas tree. The house looked breathtaking. By this time Keesha was hugging me good morning every day and couldn’t go to sleep without her hug goodnight. And, even though my heart melted into a puddle every time she hugged me as I held her briefly in my arms, I still never initiated any physical contact. I was waiting for those three little words (I love you) to signal her acceptance of my love, but she still hadn’t said them. As far as I was concerned, by now my love for her had made her the center of my existence and even though I continued my daily routine without deviation, I found myself longing for those brief little hug encounters that had become our good morning and goodnight ritual.
Christmas was only a couple of days away now and my family started arriving. As they arrived I or Keesha would ask them if they wanted any refreshment and then I took them on a tour of my home. By the time I finished the second tour Keesha stopped me. “I’m going to show them the house from now on…you don’t brag enough.” I knew exactly what she was talking about. She immediately started bragging about my furniture and the knick-knacks that I had made. My family was awestruck. They had no idea I could do even half of what Keesha showed them. Their admiration of my work quickly became orders for copies, which is exactly why I wasn’t bragging in the first place. I like to make things for people on my own terms. I made each of them something special in my workshop, in my own Santa Claus-like way, and I wasn’t planning on making anyone anything else. I experienced an incredible thrill watching Keesha brag about me though. She has to love me. Well, at least I hope so.
On Christmas day we were still missing a few people, but we knew they would be coming late. The kids, mostly nieces, and nephews, couldn’t wait and made a first morning raid on the poor unsuspecting forces of the nutcracker under the Christmas tree. It was merciless slaughter. The nutcracker’s forces fell in seconds followed by unbridled ripping of paper and tossing of bows. I love Christmas, especially with a bunch of kids in the house. The fun and interest they bring to the occasion almost always outweighs the occasional squabbling and the inevitable crying that follows. As things calmed down and the other family members arrived we all sat down to a feast. And, my family being the wonderful people they are, made Keesha and her mother feel like family too. I was very proud of all of them.
As the day lapsed into evening twilight Keesha and I were constantly interacting as we catered to, and enjoyed the company of my family. We were like an old married couple, which probably prompted my mother’s next and very direct question. “So, when are you two getting married?” As my mouth dropped open, Keesha stumbled to the floor. I asked Keesha if she was okay and picked her up off the floor. Before either of us could say a word, my mother said, “Well, it’s obvious you two love each other.” She was always an astute reader of people’s feelings. She then turned to Keesha’s mother and asked, “Isn’t it obvious.” Keesha’s Mom exclaimed, “Oh yes, I’ve seen it for weeks, they’re in love.”
I turned to Keesha with a big smile and an accompanying puzzled look and said, “Are they crazy or are we in love?” Keesha showing the first sign of timid shy behavior I had ever seen her display, timidly smiled and looked down and said, “It’s love”. Then she looked back up into my eyes to see my response. It only took an instant, I smiled and as her eyes met mine, I gently said it. “I love you.” She jumped up and threw her arms and legs around me and loudly whispered in my ear, “I love you too”. She leaned back; we looked into each other’s eyes and then closed them as we shared our first kiss.
I let Keesha slide gently down my chest until her feet touched the floor, and then we both looked over toward our mothers. You could see the anticipation of a marriage proposal in their faces. But, before they could even utter a word, I said, “Oh no you don’t. Yes, you got us to admit to each other that we’re in love, but now we need to slow down. Keesha and I need a little time to discuss things, so don’t expect to see me propose right here and now.” Keesha chimed in, “David’s right, we need some time. You two will just have to be patient.” I reached out and put my arm around her; she looked up and smiled then cuddled up close with her head on my chest and her arms around me. It felt as if we held each other for an eternity, and the house full of people disappeared from our conscious thoughts. But, it was only a moment and during that moment my love for Keesha grew exponentially.
For the rest of the holiday, we were almost never more than a few feet from each other and often held hands or put our arms around each other. As the last guest departed Keesha was mentally and emotionally exhausted. I could no longer become physically exhausted due to the power transferred to me via the amulet. Poor Keesha looked whipped though. I cuddled her in my arms, gently kissed her then walked over to my lounge chair. She followed me and as I reclined the chair, she slipped over the arm of the chair into my lap. She curled up into a cute little ball and almost immediately fell asleep. I turned the TV on real quiet and lay as motionless as possible to avoid waking her. At about 11:00 pm I turned off the TV and fell asleep with my precious love still curled up in my arms.
At about 6:00 am the next day I woke up and turned the TV back on. About an hour later Keesha awoke, rolled over onto her back and stretched. “Good morning precious,” I said, and while still stretching she reciprocated the greeting, “Good morning.” When she rolled back over she noticed the pool of drool on my chest and started apologizing profusely, “I’m sorry! I slobbered all over you…I’m so embarrassed…I’m sorry”. I didn’t care; so the love of my life drooled on my shirt…big deal. “Oh, it’s okay, I don’t mind. I loved holding you all night.” With a concerned sheepish look in her face she asked, “Did you get any sleep?” “Yes,” I said, “more than enough.”
I kissed and hugged her good morning, and told her I was going to go do my regular morning workout. It was her day off, so I turned her around patted her gently on the butt and told her to take a shower and crawl into bed for a few more hours if she wanted. She thought that sounded like a great idea and headed for her room. I got changed and went out to my gym for my workout.
While I was working out, the gym was off limits to everyone, including Keesha. I was afraid that if she saw what I was capable of, she might become terrified of me. I practiced my martial arts in my gym at speeds no human was capable of. The speed of my spinning kicks and punches actually created a whistling hum in the room. My nunchaku had to be made of the ceramic I invented and had to be coupled together with a woven cord of the polymer invented by the Mirrioda. Nothing else could tolerate the G-forces created as the nunchaku whipped around my body.
My Wing Chun wooden dummy was made thicker and heavier than usual, built of rock maple, but even rock maple didn’t stand a chance against me. The dummy is used to practice “in fighting” blocks, punches, and kicks. Every day I had to replace the arms of the dummy, because at the end of my practice session, in a blazing attack I would fracture all the arms off the dummy in a matter of a millisecond. At the end of the week I had to replace the entire dummy because I not only snapped off all the arms but would also practice my telekinetic power, by projecting a brief controlled burst of energy threw my open palm that would shatter the 800 pound log of rock maple into splinters smaller than toothpicks.
I might be wrong, but I thought that might frighten a petite 105 pound, young woman. So, Keesha has no idea how powerful I really am. I think I’ll keep it that way…for now.
As Keesha and I interacted and became closer over the next few weeks, I could feel our love grow. We still hadn’t had sex, but heavy petting was an interracial part of our intimate interaction. We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other! The phone calls from doting mothers became more than I could tolerate, so I asked Keesha if she wanted to go away on a trip. “A trip! Where?” Keesha said, as her face lit up and her eyes sparkled like those of a school girl being told she just won a trip to her favorite theme park. “I want to take you on an ocean voyage to Europe.” “Europe…when do we go!” “As soon as possible; let me go make a few phone calls and make the arrangements.” She followed me into the study and we made our arrangements together.
We were sailing out of New York City, so we decided to go early and check out the “Big Apple”. We had a great time, and for the first time, slept in the same room, in the same bed. It was very difficult for me to fall asleep that first night. I couldn’t stop thinking about my beautiful Keesha, sleeping right next to me. I knew she was tired from the plane trip and the excitement of the day, so I let her sleep. I’m very glad I did. She woke up refreshed and very frisky. She took my hand and led me into the lavish bathroom, of our lavish hotel room and turned on the shower. After our shower we crawled back into bed and made love for most of the morning.
Unconscious in the hospital, Bob thought: “Fornication is always a bad idea, even if everything works out in the end. You have to literally turn your back on God to do it.
We went out and spent the afternoon visiting the sights and sounds of the city. We took a walk in Central Park, visited the Statue of Liberty, went shopping and took a horse and buggy ride. That night at supper I asked Keesha to be my wife. “Oh my Gosh…Yes! Yes! I need to call my Mom.” I quickly responded, “Oh no, let’s keep her in the dark until we get back from Europe.” She reluctantly agreed with a pouting look on her face that could melt the heart of any man. “I promise we’ll tell everyone as soon as we get back.” Still pouting she said, “Okay.”
That evening we packed for our cruise and then crawled into bed and fell asleep huddled in each other’s arms. We woke the next morning refreshed and ready to go. We arrived at the dock early and checked in with the purser. A short time later we were lead to our very spacious cabin and we unpacked and settled in. The ceremonious send-off was fun and exciting. The look on Keesha’s beautiful face was absolutely precious. It was clear that this was going to very exciting for both of us.
We sailed through the North Seas and visited Iceland, Ireland, England, Scotland, Norway, Sweden, Denmark, The Netherlands, and France. We had an amazing time. Our passion and love grew during our voyage, the sex was great but our conversations and the experiences we shared were even better. “I want to spend the rest of my life with her” I thought…then corrected myself, “I want her to spend the rest of her life with me.” I almost forgot I was immortal. She was now the entire universe to me, wrapped up in an absolutely adorable sexy little package of absolute pure sincere love.
When we arrived back in New York, I took her to the Diamond district and had her pick out her engagement ring, and we mutually decided on our wedding bands. Now to face our families and here all the wishes for this, hopes for that and the inevitable imparting of advice, as if they had better insight than me, could do anything better or with more skill than me. I’m the most powerful creature of any kind that had ever existed. What are they thinking? Oh well, for Keesha’s sake I’ll “bite my tongue” grin and think happy thoughts. All the advice will all be provided with the best of intentions, I’m sure.
As we drove home from the airport I could think of nothing except making love to my beautiful fiancé for the first time in our beautiful home. She had other ideas though. As I held the door open for her she quickly rushed past me straight to the phone and “speed dialed” her Mom. True to her word, she didn’t call her Mom with the news of our pending marriage until she got home.
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