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						Ador 
				A Tale of Romance By The Star*
					Chapter Nine - Home!


Looking back, that final term felt like a continuous party.

It wasn't of course.  In fact, both Marty and Ador  worked hard on the 
books; but compared with their prior college experience, when every waking 
hour was spent either on Robby, books, or horses, it seemed like a wonderful 
vacation filled with good times and lots of beer.

An active kid, Robby did well in day care, but, though he was always 
friendly and was well-liked, he seemed to the instructors to be basically a 
'loner'. He talked a lot about horses, and riding. The other kids didn't 
believe him, when he told them he rode his own horse when they were at home 
on the ranch. That put him off them even more, and he was, though physically 
active and even competitive, not a kid to make friends easily.

His close friends were his parents and his pal, Denise.

They managed to get to two weekend horse shows before graduation was upon 
them. Mrs. Parmentier flew out for the occasion, and took a double suite in 
the local hotel--she was pleased to share with Ad and Hazel. She spent all 
the time she could with the kids. And when they partied with graduating 
classmates, she spoiled Robby, so Denise could join in the debauchery.

They all suffered through the tedium of the graduation ceremony itself.

Then they rejoiced with Denise at her wedding. She was radiant, and happier 
than any had ever seen her.

Denise confided to Ador  that she was determined to break the chain. She 
would not be like her family. She would be happy, healthy--physically and 
emotionally--and stable. She would be a good wife and mother and faithful 
friend.

Ador  and Hazel gave her big hugs and promised that they were there for her, 
whenever needed-and expected to be informed of the wonderful things, too.  
Like babies.


Finally, they all returned home to the ranch.


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By March, Elin's pregnancy, at six months, was way beyond probable. She'd 
visited an obstetrician and arranged for regular checkups. Well aware that 
she would probably have the baby at the ranch, with her mother- and 
sister-in-law as midwives, she asked the doctor for all the advice he could 
give her. And she entered into a diet and exercise program that she closely 
monitored. She would be fit and healthy when she had this child, and the 
baby would have every advantage she could give her.

She knew in her heart she was carrying a daughter, which pleased her 
mightily. Rick might have preferred a son, but he never said anything. He 
just said he knew he'd love Elin's children as much as he loved their 
mother. Like most farm and ranch owners, Rick considered having children to 
take over from him important, just as Ad considered having him and Marty 
learning to run the ranch to be important. Their children were their life 
insurance and surety for their retirement.

She did not tell Rick that this would be the only child they would have...or 
that she really wanted to give him a half-dozen children, but couldn't.
Her obstetrician had noticed something that bothered her, and ran some 
tests. Elin was Rh negative--Rick was positive. Any additional pregnancies 
would probably not be carried to term--or could result in severely retarded 
or malformed children. At Elin's insistence, she'd also tested her 
fetus--her daughter would not carry the disease, nor pass it to her 
children. Elin was grateful for this small mercy, though saddened that she 
would only give her man this one child.

She'd tell him all this later. She arranged that, after she'd had the baby, 
she'd have an 'extensive checkup' at the hospital. She'd undergo a tubal 
ligation while she was there.

So she enjoyed her pregnancy--she even enjoyed the swelling of breasts and 
belly, the backaches, and the waddling its latter stages inflicted on her. 
She knew she'd be able to regain her figure and tone--her mother had, and so 
had the two aunts she'd met years before. She savored every nuance of being 
pregnant...this once would have to last her for her lifetime.

Meanwhile, she worked hard making their home into the comfortable 'nest' she 
wanted for them. And she worked as hard learning how to keep Rick not just 
satisfied, but ravenous in bed. She tried everything in the Kama Sutra her 
condition would allow, as well as other ideas and techniques she'd either 
tried or heard about in the past. When her pregnancy was too far advanced to 
allow normal intercourse, she insisted Rick use anal entry. And when that 
was no longer possible, she gave him blowjobs he never forgot; 
'deep-throating' him with ease and mind-blowing results.

Rick didn't neglect his wife's satisfaction, either; licking and caressing 
her until she totally lost it and was reduced to a 'whimpering mass of 
female flesh', in her own, appreciative words.

One night, he ate her until she'd screamed herself hoarse. She reciprocated 
by making him come three or four times with her mouth, hands and breasts. 
Neither was in any shape to keep score.


When Ador  and Marty returned to the ranch from Corvallis, Elin began caring 
for Robby, to allow his parents go get on with their work. She loved the 
bright little boy. He was a bit too serious, and took responsibility to 
heart maybe too much. But he was fun and mostly took a positive approach to 
things. He'd learned to navigate the distances between the houses and the 
corrals safely, no matter if there were vehicles or livestock between him 
and his destination. And Elin understood that Ador  wanted him to learn 
about horses and riding as soon as he could, so she took him to the training 
ring whenever he wanted to go there, or whenever Ador  said she wanted him.

Just turned three, the boy was in Elin's home almost as much as in his 
own--more, if you deducted the hours he was asleep. 'Aunt Elin' rapidly 
replaced Denise as his 'best buddy.'

Elin taught him to draw and color, and the fascination of the alphabet. Soon 
he knew the majority of the sounds associated with the letters, and was 
working on counting to 100. She'd have him at her side when she did 
housework, explaining what she was doing and why, as she vacuumed the house, 
or separated laundry for washing.

When she got too big to move comfortably, little Robby tried to do her work 
for her. He was so serious about it, she didn't have the heart to tell him 
that his grandma usually came over and did it again while he was working on 
the horses with his mother.

Soon enough, Elin gave birth, with Hazel and Ador  helping her. She had a 
fine little girl, who cried lustily when Hazel smacked her rump.

(The guys, including Robby, were in the parlor of the big house, smoking 
cigars, drinking whiskey, and worrying about Elin. Robby had 7-up, but was 
included. He didn't understand what the big deal was.)

The next day, when Robby was allowed to see his new cousin for the first 
time, he told everyone that he didn't see how such a noisy little red thing 
could cause such a rumpus.

"Robby," Ador  said, "she's not a 'noisy little red thing.' She's your 
cousin, Audry. Now say hello to her nicely."

A good boy, Robby did as he was told. But you could tell his heart wasn't in 
it, and he was just doing what his mother demanded.

Three days later, Hazel drove Elin and Audry to Bend, for the visit with the 
doctor. When they returned a few days later, they had a car full of 
shopping, too.


Elin and Rick lay, sated, in their rumpled, sweat-soaked bed. Elin still 
couldn't tolerate normal intercourse, but had learned to get off very nicely 
from anal penetration.

"Darling?" she began.

"Yeah baby?"

"I need to tell you something. I have a confession to make..."

THAT got Rick's attention. His heart stopped. He was afraid his worst 
nightmare was somehow going to happen and Elin was leaving.

"I didn't want to tell you before, because I wanted us both to enjoy this 
pregnancy, and our wonderful daughter... Honey... Rick... Oh, damn! This is 
so hard! ..."

His heart still in his throat, Rick just held her tight.

"Darling, I love you so much!" she said. "I love you. I love the ranch. And 
I love our baby... Darling... I can't have any more babies." She blurted out 
the last in a rush, and broke down, sobbing convulsively.

When Rick just continued to hold her tenderly and stroke her platinum mane, 
she finally stopped sobbing and looked up at him through her eyelashes. 
Encouraged by what she saw, she asked, tentatively, "You don't hate me, do 
you?"

"HATE you? What? Why... Why ever would you think that?"

"I know how important children are to you, and to the ranch. Ador  can't 
have any more, and now I can't either. I wanted lots of them. I loved being 
pregnant by you! And we can't. And I've let you down. Oh, darling, please 
forgive me?" She was near sobbing again.

"Hush, baby. Of course I forgive you. YOU are my light and the bright candle 
I come home to. Audry is my expression of how much I love you--and am loved 
by you. I'd like to do it again, but if we can't, we can't. Tell me about 
it, love."

Her sobs turned to hiccups, Elin explained about the genetic problems she 
had--and that Audry had NOT inherited--that prevented them from having more 
children.

"Well, at least you didn't have to go through all the things Ador  went 
through--almost dying, then the beatings and all... We'll just have to love 
each other, and Audry, all the more, since this is all of us there's going 
to be..." He kissed her tenderly, knowing that while she'd welcome him into 
her body again, she didn't need passion now, but rest and healing.

Over the next several weeks, Rick made a point of being especially loving in 
every way he could. And Elin accepted that he was not unhappy with 
her--indeed that he loved her as much as ever, which was a lot.


Little Robby, too, 'came around' and began to accept his infant cousin. In a 
few weeks, she was notably bigger. His mother said that before too long, 
she'd be big enough to play with him. And his dad said that, when she 
started to walk, Robby would have a 'job'. He would be responsible to see 
that she didn't get in front of vehicles, or underfoot of the horses or cows 
moving around the ranch headquarters. He'd 'helped' before, but this was the 
first time his parents had put 'responsibility' on him. It was important. He 
took it seriously...as much as a three-year-old can.

Sometimes, when he was in his 'schoolroom' corner of Elin's studio, she'd 
let him rock Audry to sleep after a meal. And when she was big enough to 
crawl, Robby could be trusted to help keep her out of mischief.

Having Elin so conveniently willing to have Robby around was a great help to 
Marty and Ador , who were working long hours with the horses--though Ador  
and Hazel worried that Elin might feel they were taking advantage of her.
Ador  mentioned it, during a family meal around Hazel's table.

"Oh, no! Don't feel that way, Dory!" Elin exclaimed, surprised that her 
sister-in-law might think she'd feel put upon. "I love kids and can't have 
any more. Robby's a jewel. And a real young gentleman, too. It's fun for me 
to teach him, and watch his expression when he learns something new--and 
realizes that he's learned it. He's a big help with Audry, too. I don't know 
how many disasters he's prevented." She laughed. "He's a lot more help than 
he is a bother, believe me...

"You know, of course, that I intend to home-school both kids?"

Marty hadn't given much thought to schooling his son. Ador  had, but wasn't 
sure just what she could do, other than to take hours from her daily work to 
teach him herself. Since it was a year or so away, she'd put it to the back 
of her mind, hoping some other solution would present itself.

It just had.

"I didn't know that, Elin, but that would be wonderful. It solves a concern 
that's been nagging me... You sure you won't get burned out with little 
people?"

"Not a chance. I really enjoy kids. They're interesting. And I was trained 
to do this--degree in elementary education and everything. I'm looking 
forward to it... I just hope that you'll look after the kids sometimes so I 
can go riding with Rick?"

Ador  and Hazel both smiled warmly and assured her that they would see to it 
that she didn't neglect her husband.

Looking around the table, the women decided that their men were too smugly 
self-satisfied that the women had solved what could have been a major 
problem. So they made some ribald comments about them--ostensibly just to 
each other of course.


As the months progressed in their cycle, and Audry grew big enough to sit a 
horse with help, they evolved a system with the children 'helping' with the 
horses and other stock for an hour or so in the morning--the chores like 
feeding and mucking out stalls, and cleaning tack. Then they'd go to Elin's 
for the bulk of the day. Elin fed them lunch, and made them take a rest 
afterwards, even if they didn't actually nap. When they were up and about 
again, it was Ador 's turn, teaching them about horses and riding properly.

Through it all, the children were encouraged by their parents' love of their 
sense of wonder. When they shared something 'neat' that they'd learned or 
discovered, their parents enjoyed their discovery, and showed it. The 
attitude they took instilled a love of learning, and made it all--including 
the chores--a lot of fun that was shared by everybody.


When Robby was five and Audry two, they were blessed with particularly good 
spring weather. In fact, it got downright hot.

With Ad's enthusiastic encouragement, Rick had started his Angus breeding 
program. But they still had a large herd of Herefords on the ranch--Ad felt 
they needed the cash flow until the Angus program took off.

Spring roundup was a grueling task in the unseasonable heat, with everybody 
pitching in. Even Elin and Ador  spent their days in the saddle, helping 
find calves in remote corners of the ranch, and bringing them to the central 
area where they were branded, castrated, and given their shots.

The night after they'd finished, Hazel and Ad made love--not wild bunny 
love, but slow, gentle, loving appreciation of the other. Hazel knew her man 
was exhausted, and would have waited, but he was horny as well as tired. And 
Hazel was not one to let an opportunity pass.

Early in the morning, Hazel was awakened. Ad clutched her and groaned. 
"Hazel, I'm cold... Oh! ... Hazel, I love you..." Then he was gone.

Hazel clung to his cooling body, and sobbed. She was heartbroken. Not for 
him--he'd had everything he wanted out of life, and enjoyed himself 
immensely--but for herself, left behind.

She was alone.

Of course, she had her family. But Ad was the love of her life.

And now he was gone.

There was no appeal. No making it up to him.

He was gone.

After she ran out of tears, Hazel washed her face and dressed. She laid out 
her husband's body in their bed, so it looked like he'd fallen asleep.  Then 
she went to her kitchen and started a big breakfast.

When it was time for the family to be waking, she called Rick and Marty.
"Son, your dad is gone... He passed away this morning... I think heart 
attack... No. There was no pain--or very little... He said he was cold..." 
her voice broke, "and that he loved me. Then he was gone... I've fixed 
breakfast for everybody. Come on over as soon as you're dressed."

She invited the hands, too.

Everyone trooped into the bedroom, to pay their respects to Ad's remains--as 
she'd expected. That was why she'd taken the time to straighten it all up. 
Then they sat around her big table where, without much enthusiasm, they ate 
the breakfast feast she'd prepared.

"OK," Hazel said. "Here's my thinking. I'll welcome comments when I'm 
done... Rick, you're in charge of the cattle--and the crops, including hay. 
Marty, the horses are your responsibility. Yours and Ador 's. Elin will 
supervise the children, and coordinate schooling and chores and so on. 
Gerry, along with everything else you do, you're in charge of fences, and 
responsible to keep us all informed of where work is needed.

"I'll coordinate--although I don't see that as a big deal... You all just 
keep each other advised, and ask for help when you need it... I mean that! 
You need to talk to each other all the time. And I repeat: Ask for help! 
OK?"

Knowing where their mother was coming from, Rick and Marty agreed.

The three hands were happy they were included, and were assured that nothing 
was changed as far as they were concerned. They would work for Rick, instead 
of working for Ad. Rick was changing the nature of the cattle operation, but 
they knew all about his plans and liked them. They thought the Angus 
operation would be easier, from a strictly cowboy standpoint, and would make 
more money in the long haul than a pure beef operation. Cowboys like their 
comforts... their work is usually hard and difficult. They are very 
interested in the long haul. Gerry was the "foreman", but that didn't mean a 
lot, except he was the one they went to when Rick wasn't handy.

Hazel continued. "The other main thing I will do is line up financial 
resources for us, and help market our horses and our beef. I expect I'll be 
on the road a bit... And I'll need that." She almost broke down. "You can't 
know how this hurts. I'll need your support and love. But I'll need to get 
away from here, too. There isn't a spot on this ranch that I didn't share 
with Ad... Everything I see reminds me of him..."

Tears tracked down her cheeks, as she fought to stifle the sobs that 
threatened to overwhelm her.

When she'd gotten herself under control, and waved off her boys who wanted 
to hug her and comfort her, she finished, "I do not intend to move back to 
Virginia. This ranch is my life and my home.

"So...

"Those are my thoughts. Do any of you have any other ideas? Anything I 
missed? Or anything you object to? I've kind of assigned roles. Did I miss 
anything?"
There was a bit of discussion, just to be sure everyone was on the same 
page. Then Elin quietly asked Hazel about Ad's funeral.

"He'll be cremated as soon as we can arrange it. I'll spread his ashes on 
the slope above Blue Jay Spring. He especially loved that site, and I think 
he'd like that. Do you think we need a memorial service?" she asked the 
others.

"Yes, mom," Rick said. The others nodded agreement. "He had lots of 
friends--and all of them would feel that we'd left them out if they weren't 
allowed to pay their respects. We don't need any bad feelings. Besides, I 
need that, too. It's a way to say goodbye... And I NEED it!"

Hazel could see that the others agreed, so she asked Ador  to set it up.

In the end, they had two services. The first was a memorial service in the 
church in Bend--the three hundred or so mourners overflowed onto the lawn. 
Then they had an "internment" service at the ranch, when Hazel and her sons 
spread Ad's ashes over the soil of the ranch he'd inherited, and loved so 
much. They were grateful to their friends when it was all done. And would 
remember the strong, quiet man who had shaped all their lives--for the 
better.


Running the ranch worked out pretty much the way Hazel suggested. Hazel had 
no responsibilities except what she took on. But she was consulted 
constantly--and her suggestions listened to and acted upon.



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