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Subject: {ASSM} Adoré 02 - High Hopes, Olympic Dreams
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						Ador 
				A Tale of Romance By The Star*
			Chapter Two - High Hopes, Olympic Dreams


Entering the ring at the National Horse Show was gut-wrenching. Ador  had 
never ridden in competition at this level before. But both her parents, good 
riders themselves, encouraged her. Her horse, Champ, the one she'd selected 
for herself, was strong, elegant, and well-schooled.

The past year had been full of both joy and frustration for the beautiful 
teen. She'd known transcendent joy when she'd been with her cousin and 
lover, Marty--the lovemaking was just an added attraction. She loved 
everything about him and took the attitude that everything they did together 
was making love. And her work with Champ was very satisfying. Between the 
horse and schoolwork, she didn't have time to mope around. But of course, 
that was the frustration: missing Marty. They wanted to be together, but 
were separated by the whole continent.

Oh, well, her parents had promised she could fly to Oregon right after 
Nationals.


Champ had an exceptional tournament, inspired by the excitement of the 
competition, they guessed. And Ador  always looked very elegant in a saddle. 
She'd been taught from infancy to sit still and erect, with 'quiet hands', 
whenever she was on a horse. Her ability to form a rapport with the animal 
made it better. To her surprise--though her dad kind of expected it--she won 
dressage and was second in the arena jumping competition. Her dad said she'd 
have won that, too, except she was just a bit tentative.

Completely unexpected was that her performance qualified her for the 
Olympics. She hadn't even considered participating in the Games. And the 
thought of the hours she'd have to spend in the saddle to prepare meant that 
much less time with Marty.

On the phone that night, Marty was enthusiastic. "Of course you have to do 
it! This is a lifetime opportunity that lots of folks spend millions and 
years and never get. You've got to go--and WIN, Dory!"

"But Marty, if I do this, I won't be able to come to the ranch. And I really 
need the time with you."

"Maybe I'll just have to spend more time in Richmond this year," Marty 
commented dryly. "I can do that--for you. Personally, I think you're worth 
it."

"Oh, darling. Can you? That would be so cool."

"If you promise to keep me out of the 'society' stuff... I hate 
'socializing'. It's a bunch of snobs who never worked an honest day in their 
lives trying to impress each other. Who needs it?"

"Neither you nor I, darling. But sometimes the contacts are important, when 
I need to butter up a horse show judge, for example."

"Yeah. I can see that. And maybe I can find some buyers for Steele Ranch 
beef...but can we keep it to a minimum? I'd love to spend the time with you 
and your family, and our friends; not a bunch of snobs."

"Sure. And I'll be happy to have your comments on my practice sessions, 
too."

"You got it, baby. And you've just got to do this. Congratulations again."


So in August, Rick showed all the Steele Ranch cattle at the fair--including 
two heifers and a bull from a promising Black Angus strain he and Marty 
thought would do well. Marty spent the summer in Virginia, concerned about 
other things.

Over the summer, Marty learned a lot about show horses and the people who 
ride them and became a pretty fair weekend show rider himself. They found 
that he was an excellent coach for Ador . He could spot the subtle flaws in 
a performance and explain to her what she'd done wrong and how to correct it 
in a way that she accepted gratefully. When the problem was the horse, he 
could point it out, but correcting it was up to Ador --Marty never did learn 
to talk to horses.

They worked daily and competed most weekends. The tougher the competition, 
the better Ador  liked it.

"Nothing here is as tough as nationals. And that wasn't so bad, compared to 
the Olympics. I need to compete to stay sharp--and keep Champ sharp. And I 
need you with me. Daddy critiques me pretty well, but he doesn't have your 
eye, darling. So you'd better figure on some heavy time here."

"Anything you say, baby. I'm enjoying the competition myself, even though 
the horse your mom loaned me isn't in Champ's class."

"Few are. But you're not trying for the Olympics, either."

Working together bonded them even more. They were a couple in every way 
except the wedding.

When Marty couldn't understand why Ador  insisted on hanging her damp bras 
and pantyhose on the shower rail in the motel during a competition, they had 
a lovely fight, too. And a wonderful time making up once they cooled down. 
The little differences in their lifestyles intruded and they were still 
learning how to live with the other. Their well-developed sense of humor and 
even stronger sense of the absurd saved them often. Many times, when they 
were squaring off for a fight, one of them would start to grin--fighting it 
all the way. The other would see... and they'd collapse in each other's 
arms, laughing aloud.

The result, all their lives together, was that they would have some very 
intense, serious discussions, but for one to blow up at the other was very 
rare.

Marty developed a need to find little ways to _delight_ his lover. It wasn't 
just that it was fun--he _needed_ to please her. Ador , in turn, quickly 
learned to never take him for granted. She also learned that he would take 
her for granted, but not because he didn't love her or wasn't sensitive to 
her. He just had certain expectations--and she _would_ live up to them.

With all that, they each improved both in horsemanship and intimacy daily.


In the months leading up to the games, the pair spent as much time together 
as they could arrange, but it was difficult. Marty ended up moving to 
Richmond in March, so he could coach Ador  in the crucial months before the 
games.

By the time the Olympics were upon them, Marty was recognized among the 
eastern 'hunt club' establishment as an up and comer in the horse world. Not 
as a rider, but as a young man who was VERY knowledgeable and able to 
accurately judge the performance of both horse and rider. In fact, when he 
participated in a weekend competition--he was mostly there to support Ador  
and rode just for fun--the meet organizers often prevailed upon him to judge 
the junior competitions. He could explain to young riders what they were 
doing well and where they had missed it, in a way that did not talk down to 
them. Parents loved him. Of course, being a cousin of the Parmentiers 
helped, too.

They'd planned that he would go to the games with Ador , as a groom for 
Champ. In the end, that wasn't necessary. The US equestrian authorities sent 
him as a judge! Of course, he couldn't judge events when Ador  was 
competing, but they were glad to have him.


Sitting in the first class section of the airplane carrying them to the 
games, Marty was still stunned by events.

"I can't believe I'll be able to be in the village with you. I expected I'd 
to have to sleep in a drafty old trailer out by the barns."

"Well, I think it's a good thing the committee figured out just how good you 
are..." her lovely face broke into a huge, sly grin. "And I'm happy I'll be 
able to have my talented lover handy to keep me content and focused."

"I'll do my best," he replied smugly. "But this way, we can be together a 
lot more. I can even participate in the opening and closing ceremonies. What 
a rush!"

"You've got to hold my hand the whole time, darling. This whole thing is 
getting scary."

"Whenever I can, baby. You know that. ... I wish they'd come up with better 
outfits for the US team though. That stuff we have to wear for the opening 
doesn't flatter you very much."

"Bull! I look gorgeous no matter what I wear."

Marty smiled. "That you do, baby. But you'd look more gorgeous in something 
with a better cut."

"Well, I'll get mom to have somebody tailor it a bit, if that's your 
concern."

The senior Parmentiers had arranged a large suite in a luxury hotel near the 
Olympic site. And they'd sent their two best grooms to care for Champ.

Hazel and Ad had too much on their plates at the ranch to take the time off, 
but were rooting hard for Ador  and made sure Marty knew that they didn't 
begrudge him the time away from the work of the ranch--their price was 
frequent phone calls to keep them up to date.


On arrival at the site of the Games, they were taken to the Olympic Village, 
where they discovered that they'd been assigned rooms in different 
buildings. The Village was a college dormitory complex, with the Spartan 
facilities associated with student life. On the bright side, Ador  did not 
have a roommate, since she was the only equestrienne from the US that year. 
Marty had a roommate--another judge, of weightlifting--who was a nice guy, 
but didn't have much to say that Marty understood.

The obvious solution was that Marty simply moved in with Ador . They didn't 
make it a secret, or rub anybody's nose in it, but they didn't ask 
permission, either. A bedroom in the Parmentier suite was reserved for 
Ador , too--which meant both of them, in practice.

Champ, once he'd recovered from the flight, seemed to like the new venue. 
The acoustics in the arena were better than he was used to, and the footing 
was good. Ador 's practice sessions were excellent and she and Marty began 
to feel that she might just pull it off. Up to that point, they were just 
glad to be there.

Champ was jumping better than he ever had.


"Hey, babe, guess what?" Marty hustled into their room.

"Not a clue, Marty. What?"

"I'm judging the three-day."

"So?"

"So, I'll be able to spend all the time I want with you while you're 
competing.
I won't have to miss any of it!"

"That is nice, honey. I always seem to do better when you're watching... 
knowing you'll catch any mistakes, and make me do it over."


They were not much impressed with the opening ceremonies. They had to stand, 
in a huge crowd of athletes, outside the stadium while all the good stuff 
was going on inside. Marching in--hand in hand of course--into the huge 
stadium and taking their place with all the other athletes was an awesome 
experience, but they agreed they'd pass next time.

Two days later, Ador  successfully qualified for the finals in dressage and, 
the next day, in arena jumping. She made passionate but tender love to Marty 
in celebration, after a good meal in the hotel with her parents.

After a day off, the dressage finals were held. Champ did very well, but 
stumbled slightly once and failed to change leads on a turn. Very minor, but 
it was enough to drop Ador  to fourth place in the final standings.

Marty tried to encourage her--feeling honestly that she'd already achieved a 
lot more than they had expected or even hoped for. Ador  admitted that he 
was right.

"But, being so close. I really wanted a medal."

"Sure you did. Everybody here does. But baby, you didn't even expect to be 
here. Fourth in the world is not bad, from where I'm sitting."

"You're not sitting. You're lying there, with your thing in me, making me do 
all the work. Of course you're a happy camper."

Marty just grinned, flexed his hips, and pulled her down to his mouth for a 
kiss. Which rapidly turned passionate. Releasing her mouth, he latched onto 
a nipple from a beautiful, pendulous breast. That was enough. Ador  went 
ballistic, taking Marty along for the ride.

The next day was the arena jumping final. Ador , convinced by both parents 
and lover that she'd already accomplished much more than expected of 
her--and that they were very proud of her--was relaxed and ready to go do 
whatever she and Champ could do.

The result was a beautiful performance. Champ seemed to flow around the 
course, turning in a clean ride in very good time. The second time through, 
she was near the end of the list, her time being good enough to put her 
among the leaders. She talked to Champ before she mounted, telling him he 
was a wonderful, strong horse and she was pleased to be his rider. She asked 
him to go out and do his best.

He did.

Though not the best in the event, the teenager from Virginia, riding a horse 
from an unknown ranch in Oregon, ended up with the bronze medal.


That night, after the medals presentation ceremony, was the occasion for 
another festive family dinner. Ador , out of her pinks and into a flattering 
evening dress, wore her medal to the restaurant. Marty had to wear a 
suit--he didn't mind the suit, but hated the tie. The food was wonderful and 
so was the celebration.

Marty followed up with a celebration of his own in Ador 's room.

They'd brought each other to a quick, almost violent climax, in their shared 
euphoria. Still joined, they lay side by side.

"Darling?" Ador  said. "How soon can we get married?"

"Whenever you want, I think," Marty answered. "Our only problem is that our 
folks will kill us if we don't do college."

"Yeah. I was thinking of that... So... How do we handle this?"

"I don't suppose Oregon State would work?"

Ador  chuckled. They'd discussed this before. "Nice try, love, but you know 
dad's set on Duke, and mom wants Virginia."

Marty thought about it--not for the first time.

"Do you think they'd go for USC?" he asked.

"USC? Why USC?"

"Well, it occurred to me--just now, in fact--that USC is a good, private 
school, with a solid academic reputation. And it's close enough to the ranch 
that I can get home summer and Christmas. Otherwise, it's far enough away 
from both our homes that our parents would have to agree it's equally a pain 
in the ass for both families. ... And the weather is better in the winter 
than either Oregon or North Carolina." The last part was with a sly smile.

Ador  hugged him tight, then rolled on top. Starting gently to rock on his 
hardening erection, she agreed that maybe he'd found the solution for them.
What they hadn't counted on was that using a condom twice doesn't work real 
well.


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Starting her senior year of high school--late because of her participation 
in the Games--Ador  wondered why she didn't feel well. She should have been 
full of euphoria about her Olympic medal and charged up to get her last year 
done. She experienced a few days of morning nausea and was struck with a 
fear of pregnancy, until she had her period. It wasn't a normal flow, but 
close enough to relieve her fears. She and Marty had been careful, anyway. 
It was probably just a flu bug.

Two weeks later, she complained of feeling really 'drug out'--then she 
collapsed in the school hallway between classes.

At the hospital, the first thought was appendicitis. When that was ruled 
out, pregnancy was examined. But a detailed pelvic exam, including a 'scope' 
uterine exam, showed no sign of pregnancy. Finally, after various 
indignities were performed on her body, it was determined that she was 
indeed pregnant with an ectopic pregnancy, where the embryo had attached 
itself to the wall of a fallopian tube, rather than in her womb.

There was no choice but to operate. The hemorrhaging would certainly have 
taken her life. When they were done, Ador  had functional reproductive 
organs on only one side--and the doctors told her bluntly that there was 
damage on that side, too. It would not be impossible for her to have 
children, but would be unlikely.

Mrs. Parmentier had called Hazel as soon as they had some idea of what was 
wrong with Ador , so Marty had been on the phone daily with his fianc e. 
They cried on each other's shoulders, via long distance. And cried doubly 
when they knew that they'd lost this baby, and would probably never have 
another.

"Will you still love me if it turns out I can't have children?" Ador  
wailed.

"I'll love you regardless of what you do--as long as you don't put on a 
gorilla suit," Marty said, trying to make her laugh. When that didn't do it, 
he added, "I don't like kissing moustaches."

That did make her laugh, briefly. Laughing HURT.

"Dory?" he continued.

"Yes, dear?"

"Can we get married as soon as we graduate?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she said, breathlessly. "I'll see what mom has 
to say."

"Me too. Talk to you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you, too, darling. Good night."

Hazel thought it was a good idea and Ador 's mom agreed. A big family 
wedding was planned for mid-June.

Christmas, Ador  came to the ranch, and Easter, Marty visited Richmond. He 
met with the Parmentiers' pastor, who would tie the knot, and they agreed 
that the wedding would be in the big church in Richmond.


The doctors had done a bit too good a job of convincing Ador  that she was 
unlikely to conceive again. She told Marty there was no need for condoms and 
they hadn't used any protection.

A week before graduation, a subdued but enthusiastic Ador  called her 
fianc .
"Darling, do you love me a lot?"

"What a question. Of course I do."

"Well, I'm afraid I'm going to test that."

"Huh?"

"Honey, we're pregnant... Are you mad at me?"

Marty had to take a minute to let that sink in, during which, Ador 's 
emotions plummeted.

"Are you sure?" he finally ground out.

"Yeah. No question. The froggy died... And the doctor says it's a normal 
pregnancy this time. The embryo is in my womb, where it belongs."

"Well then I'm tickled. I didn't expect this so soon, but I'm surely happy 
we're having a baby. I was afraid we'd miss out on that and I really wanted 
one... Though I'll settle for you, children or no."

Happy tears were running down Ador 's lovely face. "Thank you darling. This 
is hard for me. I hadn't planned on children before we were done with 
college. But, dear one, I LIVE to carry your babies! Thank you for making it 
so wonderful."

Two days before her graduation, Marty was on a plane for Richmond. Ad, Hazel 
and Rick would follow a couple days before the wedding.

Ador  and her mother assured Marty that this did not affect the wedding 
plans. "So you have a 'premature' baby. So what?" she asked Marty when he 
raised the issue. "That's not unusual. I guess the only concern I have is 
how it will affect your college plans."

Ador  jumped in. "Mom, I want to go to college. But I don't think that 
graduating is that big a deal. USC is a great school, but it's in a pretty 
tough part of L.A. I'll be having this baby during the school year. 
Personally, I think I'd be more comfortable, not to mention safer, if I'm in 
Corvallis. And Marty could go to Oregon State and take the animal husbandry 
and agriculture courses he really wants."

Mrs. Parmentier smiled a tight, motherly smile and allowed that Virginia 
offered courses in agriculture--knowing it was a lost cause, but needing to 
get on record.

Knowing her mother well, Ador  smiled back and said, "Well, you know, mom, 
OSU is better suited to agriculture in Oregon... where I will live--with my 
husband."

Gracefully accepting defeat, Mrs. Parmentier allowed that would be just 
fine, if that's what they wanted. The look on their faces assured her that, 
yes, it was. She made a mental note to ask her husband to see what he could 
do through his connections to get Marty a scholarship of some sort--and to 
arrange suitable housing for her daughter, son-in-law, and new grandchild 
in... just where, exactly, is Corvallis, Oregon?


The wedding was everything one would expect when the "princess" of a wealthy 
establishment family married. Hazel had a great time, greeting friends from 
her childhood, and laughing at their horror at the life she led on the 
remote Oregon ranch.

Ador  was stunning in her gown and Marty stumbled over his lines--and the 
steps, getting down from the platform at the church.

The reception was elaborate and extravagant. Ador 's parents agreed that 
they would go all out for her--rightly suspecting that they would not see 
much of her in the future.

Their honeymoon was at an exclusive resort in Cancun--before that area 
became a clich . They enjoyed the pampering of the resort staff and 
frolicking in the gentle surf on the warm beaches. Of course, Ador  was 
spectacular in her bikini, her pregnancy not yet visible.


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