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Destiny (Part 1 of 2) (MF, cons, romance, slow)
Copyright (c) 2002, Bingain

(No explicit sex in this part)
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Disclaimer: This story is a fiction.  It does not relate to
any real incidences or real persons.  This work contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity.  Anyone who may
be offended by such contents, or persons forbidden by law
or any regulations, should not read or download this story.
 Re-distribution, posting, and anything other than for
personal enjoyment are subject to explicit authorization by
the author.

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Chapter 1 - The accident

It was drizzling.  The weather was as gloomy as my heart
was.  Well, almost as gloomy, as nothing could be as dismal
as my feeling.  I turned on the headlight, switched on the
wiper, and continued driving home in silence.  Linda was
also silent; She was staring straight ahead, through the
windshield, at the traffic ahead of us.

We were returning home from the cemetery, where Linda's mom
Brenda was lying in peace.  What happened exactly one year
ago, the biggest tragedy in my life, seem like it just
happened the day before.  It still stuck my heart painfully
every time I thought about it; in fact, whether I thought
about it or not.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was a sunny Wednesday morning in October; things were
looking great.  Brenda had agreed to come visit me, and of
course, her daughter, Linda, who had been staying with me
while she was attending college here.  Her visit would mean
a great deal to me, it would probably change the life of
Brenda and myself.  I loved Brenda; I had fallen in love
with her since I first saw her twenty-two years ago.
Things didn't work out.  She got married to another man; I
got married to another woman.  Brenda's husband left them
for heaven; my wife left me for another man.

Brenda gained some weight but she was as beautiful as she
was the day I first met her.   She had short hair coming
down to her neck instead of long hair coming down to her
back when I first saw her, but I could still pick her out
at once when she got off the Grey Hound bus.  I went over
to her with a throbbing heart.  She gave me a smile, a
familiar smile, one that I had seen countless times in my
dreams.  I hugged her gently and kissed her tenderly on the
lips.  I was very tensed; I could feel Brenda was as
tensed.  We had not seen each other for more than twenty
years; we had no communication until a few years ago.

Linda wasn't there, as she had to take her mid-term test.
I didn't have classes that morning.  I would pick Brenda up
and would spend a few hours with her before Linda would
take her mom over when I would have to give my lecture for
the afternoon class.  Then I would join the mom and
daughter for a delicious dinner at the best restaurant in
town where I had made a reservation.

The car slightly ahead of us in the outside lane on the
ramp suddenly cut into my lane without signaling.  I
instinctively tooted the horn and stepped on the brake.  I
heard squealing sound from my car.  I saw the car ahead of
us swaying.  It started spinning into my bumper.  I turned
the steering wheel while pressing hard on the brake.  I
heard Brenda screaming.  I felt my car spinning.  I lost
consciousness.

When I regained consciousness I knew I was in the hospital,
the smell was unique.  I felt unsustainable pain all over
my body.  I didn't know what had happened.  In bleary eyes
I saw the face of a woman, a stranger.  She smiled at me.
Her lips were moving but I couldn't hear anything.  She
came a bit closer and I saw a blue scrub shirt instead of
her face.  She was a nurse.  I tried to gather what
happened but my mind was blank.  The nurse left me.

I saw another face.  A middle-aged man in green scrub shirt
and matching pants came over to me with the nurse behind
him.  He had the stethoscope hanging around his neck.  He
smiled at me and moved his lips, yet I still couldn't hear
anything.  He turned around and seemed to be talking with
the nurse for a moment before coming closer to me.  He
flipped my eyelids, pulled my ears, and pressed his hands
on various parts of my body.  He was killing me; it hurt
like hell when he had his hand or fingers on my already
limp and pain-spreading body.

I started to remember what happened.  I was driving Brenda
home and a car hit us.  Where was Brenda now?  I tried to
ask, but instead of making sound, a terrible burn spread
from my throat.  I coughed.  The nurse came over and
removed something from my mouth.  It took a while before I
could stop coughing.  It was a miracle, the moment I
stopped coughing, I could hear the man talking to the
nurse.

"He may need a few more..." the man said.  He was only a
few feet away but it sounded like he was talking from miles
away.

"What happened?"  I heard myself asking weakly.

"You had an accident.  You're in the hospital now, you'll
be fine," the faint voice of the man responded, as he
turned to me with a smile.

I saw Linda.  She looked like hell.  Her eyes were bulked
and red, and her face was pale like chalk.

"Linda, what happened?  Where's your mom?"  I managed to
ask, my voice was still like I was talking from miles away.

Linda didn't say anything.  Tears started coming down from
her bulked eyes.  Her lips twisted and sprained.  Her
shoulder quivered.  I knew what happened.  My mouth gaped.
I felt a huge spike punching into my chest.  I felt my
heart being torn apart.  I felt air squished out of my lung
and I couldn't breathe.  I felt tears coming down the
corners of my eyes.  My vision became blurred.  My limbs
were frozen.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Later I knew my pelvis was broken, my femur was broken,
several of my ribs were broken, and I got a number of nasty
cuts throughout my head and body.  I stayed in the hospital
for another two weeks before I could get back home.  I
still had the cast on my leg and it would be part of my
body for another four weeks.  I would have a slightly limp
leg for the rest of my life.

An ambulance sent me home.  Linda pushed my wheelchair into
my house through the front door.  She had made arrangements
for the funeral of her mom to be held in the morning of the
following day.  I knew she made it so I could attend her
mom's funeral, not because I paid for it, but because she
knew I had to.

I saw Cathy, Brenda's elder sister and only living family
member besides Linda, in the sitting room.  If Linda had
not told me beforehand that Cathy was there, I couldn't
have recognized her.  It was so long since I last saw her,
and she had also at least doubled her weight.  I knew she
drove here for the funeral.  She was a single mom living on
a tight budget and couldn't afford air travel.  It had to
be a long drive, at least fifteen hours.  I knew she stayed
in Linda's room during her stay.

Cathy came over, bent forward, and hugged me gently.  She
didn't say anything.  As a matter of fact, none of us said
much during that evening.  I didn't usually talk much when
I was at home anyway.  I had been living alone for more
than five years, until Linda moved in as my guest, or, more
accurately, as a tenant who didn't have to pay for room and
board.  Linda usually didn't talk much with me either,
until a few weeks before the tragic accident, when her mom
told her she was coming to visit us.

I paid for Linda's trip to get back to her mom's home to
settle whatever was left behind.  She made the trip after a
lengthy argument with me, in which I finally convinced her
that I could take care of myself in my wheelchair and
promised to behave while she was away.  Linda would dispose
of everything except those that must be kept, and moved
them into my house.  It was an agreement.  Linda was
homeless and needed a place, not just a rent-free dorm,
until she finished her school and could move out.  It would
be more of a headache if Linda had not celebrated her
twenty-first birthday a couple months ago.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Pizza?"  I asked Linda when we were not far away from
home.

"Yeah, okay," Linda responded briefly.

We got a pizza from the pizzeria in a nearby mall and drove
home.  We ate the pizza in my kitchen in silence.

I was thinking why fate had to be so cruel to me, to
Brenda, and to this young girl sitting across the table
from me, when Linda broke the silence.

"Derek," Linda asked, "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all, what's it?"

"Why didn't things work out between mom and you?"

I looked away from Linda.  I didn't want her to gather
anything from my eyes.  "I guess it's fate, and also I
wasn't good enough for your mom,"  I said slowly.

When I returned my eyes to Linda, she was holding the piece
of pizza a few inches from her mouth.  She seemed to be in
some thoughts.

"Why did you ask?"  I asked after a while.

"You've been very sad since... since the accident," Linda
said, looking at the remaining pizza in the box, "I was
only ten when grand dad passed away, and only fifteen when
dad passed away, but you look more gloomier than mom was
during those two occasions."

"Your grand dad passed away from illness, so did your dad,"
I said, "They were different, they were a slower process in
which your mom could have, I mean, could have, anticipated
and prepared for.  It would still hurt a great deal, but
may be not the kind of sudden and astonishing pain."

"May be," Linda echoed after a while.

I gave my pizza a bite and reached for my beer.

"Fate, maybe.  I don't think you're not good enough," Linda
said, looking at her pizza.

I stared at Linda, pizza in one hand, and beer in the other
hand, and asked,  "Why do you think so?"

"You told me you had never stopped loving mom, even during
the time when you were married," Linda said, looking at my
beer, "At first, I thought it was kind of, like, cheating.
I mean, you weren't supposed to feel for another woman
while you're married.  But then, you didn't do anything, to
cheat, I mean.  You couldn't control your feelings and
emotions.  Those feelings were already there before you got
married.  You had to be living in pain."

I masticated over Linda's words.  She could be right in
some of her thoughts, but then, she didn't have the full
picture.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

That night in bed, I went through some of the moments I had
with Brenda.

I remembered clearly how I met Brenda; in fact, I could
still feel the sensation.  It was my first freshman week in
college.  I was rushing to a lecture hall after spending a
long time trying to locate it.  I ran into a girl, knocked
her down, and fell on her.  That wasn't a very nice way to
meet a girl, but the feeling was sensational, as I had my
hand on her breast instead of on the floor when I tried to
support myself and to get up.

I couldn't remember how I got to date Brenda.  She was
beautiful and there were always guys around her.  But we
got to date, despite I was a year behind her in college,
despite she was twenty months older than me, and despite we
had a lousy first acquaintance.

Brenda was a stubborn girl, it was extremely difficult to
convince her on anything she had an opinion on.  I used to
be stubborn myself, but a stubborn guy had no right to
maintain his position with a stubborn girl.  I had to
please her, it was my obligation.

Both Brenda and I were virgins when we had sex the first
time.  It wasn't a very delightful experience.  I had
orgasm, that was true, but no guy would want an orgasm when
he was only a couple inches inside a girl for the first
time, and while the girl was screaming in pain.  As a
matter of fact, that was a horrifying orgasm, followed by
misery and disappointment on both sides.

Subsequent sexual experiences with Brenda weren't much
better.  My best record was eight strokes, whether in her
hand, her mouth, or in her vagina.  I had, however, learned
to use my better substitutions -- lips, tongue, and fingers
-- well.

I didn't know what pulled us apart.  We had more and more
disputes.  We had less and less sex.  It didn't mean I
started to love her less, and I knew she still loved me a
lot.  I remembered the last time we had sex.  Brenda gave
me the best hand job I ever had, despite I still couldn't
last.  She had a long talk with me afterwards, nothing
relevant, as I could recall.  I didn't recall much though,
as my mind was completely blank halfway into the talk.
After the talk, she put on her clothes and left, instead of
letting me please her.  I still remembered indubitably the
last words I told her were: "I love you, Brenda.  I'll love
you all my life."

A few months later, I heard from some friends that she got
married and quitted school.  She stepped out of my life
completely, except in my dreams.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was surprised to see a message, left by my colleague, on
my desk one day about three and a half years ago.  Brenda
had called me.  I didn't know how she found out my
whereabouts.  I stared at the message for a long while
before I picked up the phone to call back.

Brenda's voice was still very much like what it was decades
ago.  We exchanged our status.  Her husband had passed away
several years ago, leaving behind her daughter and herself.
She worked for a department store and they lived happily
despite budget was at times tight.  She asked about my
living arrangement.

Brenda then told me her daughter was going to college.  Her
daughter got some scholarships from a couple colleges.  One
of them was UIUC, the most reputable of them, and the one
her daughter wanted to go to the most.  It wasn't a full
scholarship, and Brenda didn't have much money to support
her daughter's college costs.  She saw my name in the
directory of the college brochure and came up with an idea,
one that might only work if I was living by myself.  She
asked if it was possible for me to rent a room to her
daughter, instead of her looking for rental places, as on-
campus residence was too expensive for them.

It took quite a while, but eventually Brenda agreed that I
would provide her daughter, Linda, with free room and board
while she was in college here.

We started talking over the phone.  Talks were usually like
old time friends, or about the arrangements concerning
Linda's stay at my house.  I didn't  remember when we
started to talk about feelings and the likes.  I only knew
we talked more and more frequently, eventually becoming a
daily routine.  We put behind our miserable departure which
was already ancient history.  We started talking about
seeing each other again;  we talked about something that
might make the future of our lives more flourishing.

Brenda decided to come see me.  She and I were repeatedly
teased by Linda on how excited and how eager we were.  Damn
fate took her away from me some twenty years ago for my
inability to please her.  Damn fate didn't even give me a
second chance.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 2 - Stubborn Girl

I was surprised to see Linda in the kitchen eating corn
flakes when I came in after mowing the lawn a few weeks
later on a Sunday morning.  She used to stay in bed until
late in the morning on Sundays.

"You're up early today.  Where're you going?"  I asked.

"I need to study harder for the exam.  I don't want to
flunk it again,"  Linda said, "Do you have breakfast yet?"

"Not yet," I said, "CAS?"

"Yep.  Do you want to eat something?"

"Do you want some eggs?"  I asked.

Linda turned around to look at me, and asked, "Do you?"

"I can't stand corn flakes, you know that,"  I said, as I
washed my hands at the sink.

Linda got up from her chair.  "I'll make some," she said.

"I'll make some," I said, "You're lousy with eggs."

Linda giggled.  She went to the fridge and got some eggs
and hams out.

I made the hot breakfast, and sat down eating it with
Linda.  "I haven't heard you talking about yourself for
quite a while,"  I asked.

"I have nothing bad to report," Linda replied with a smile.

"It seems you haven't been dating since... Bob, right?"

"Yeah, it was Bob.  We went our way the day after mom's
accident."

"What happened?"

There was some loathing expression in Linda's eyes.  "What
would you do to your girlfriend if her mom passed away a
day ago?"  She said, looking at my face.

"Calm her, comfort her, stay with her,"  I said.

"You wouldn't want her to give you a blow job, would you?"

"No," I said, "that's disgusting.  I feel sorry for you."

"I'm glad I got to know him before he could bring more
damage to my life,"  Linda sighed.

"Haven't you met anyone after that?"

Linda finished her breakfast and took her dish to the sink.
"Not yet," she said, "I'd rather wait.  I hope I can find a
guy who will love me more than just sex and company.
Someone... Someone like you, who will love a woman for more
than twenty years, probably for life."

I almost dropped my fork.  I thought for a moment, and
said, "There are millions of guys who will love their girls
for life.  The problem is, are they good enough for the
girls."

"You got it all wrong, Derek,"  Linda said while rinsing
her dish, "There are only two kinds of guys:  nice guys,
who will love a girl, disregarding her appearance, her body
and her age; and then, there are jerks, period."

I had finished my breakfast.  I was a little stunned by
Linda's remarks.  I stared at her.

Linda came over, took my dish, grabbed the fork from my
hand, and looked right into my eyes with her grayish blue
eyes.  "What?  Am I not inarguably correct?"  She asked,
raising her dark brown eyebrow.

"You're as stubborn as your mom,"  I said.

Linda grimaced at me.  "Wrong again, Derek," she said, "I'm
much more stubborn than mom."  Then she giggled.

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Eight, you?"

"Two," I said, "Your mom, and my ex-wife.  How can you
manage to have so many boyfriends?  You're only twenty-
two."

"Because I've been unfortunate,"  Linda said in a factual
tone while she wiped the dishes.  She then came back to the
table and sit in her chair, looking at me, and asked, "Can
you tell me something about your ex-wife?  Mom knew nothing
about her."

"Mom told you everything about me?"

"Well, not all, definitely not all," Linda said, "As a
matter of fact, she never talked about you before I got the
scholarship from UIUC.  She did talk a lot about you during
the few months before she came here..."  Her voice
saddened.  She swayed her head a bit, like she was trying
to get the sad memory off her head, while causing her
shoulder long light blonde hair to waft in the air.  She
then continued, "Stop disrupting and talk about your wife,
ex-wife that is."

"Not much to tell about her.  We got married for three
years.  We got divorced."

"When was it that you got married?"

"I was thirty-two."

"And she?"

"Twenty-four."

"Why did she... never mind... Why didn't you get married
again?"

"Hello?"  Linda tapped my shoulder when she found me
staring at the fridge and not responding.

"Well, as I said, I'm not up to par, and I enjoy living by
myself."

"You do, huh?  And why were you so excited every minute
after mom decided to come?"  Linda questioned me.

I opened my mouth but couldn't say anything.  The painful
memory came back into my mind.  I looked blankly at Linda.

"I'm sorry, Derek,"  Linda said miserably, "I didn't mean
it.  I didn't..."  She dropped back and sobbed.

I leaned forward and patted her on the shoulder.  "Don't
worry, Linda, don't cry," I calmed her.

It took a while for Linda to calm down.  "I'm sorry, Derek.
I promise I won't do that again.  You can kick me out of
the house if I ever do it again," she said.

I smiled at her.  "I'm taking the car out for an oil
change," I said, as I got up.

"All right," Linda said, "I'm going to do my laundry.  I'll
do yours as well."

"No, I'll do mine when I get back."

"Why don't you let me do yours?"

"Linda, I'm a man, my laundry is filthy; I have underwear
in my basket."

"You wear underwear, not panties, right?"  She said,
winking at me.

"Of course."

"So what's the big deal?  Sometimes I did my dad's
laundry."

"But he's your dad."

"So?  Wait!  You had done my laundry before.  I wasn't your
daughter, right?"  She said, and winked at me again.

Honestly I didn't remember if I had done her laundry
before, but I didn't argue.  I went for the oil change.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 3 - She Used You

I grabbed a magazine and sat in a chair in the customer
lounge.  I flipped through the magazine but my mind went
back to the past.

I met Cindy at a friend's wedding.  It was the second year
I worked as a lecturer in Kinesiology at UIUC.  She didn't
catch much of my attention.  In fact, nobody did, since
Brenda left me.  Besides, she was with a guy, and I was
with some guys.

A few days later I saw her in the cafeteria on campus.
Part of the staff lounge was under renovation and was very
crowded there, so I went to the public cafeteria.  I didn't
recognized her, but thought it would be rude not to say
hello to a girl who greeted me.  So I did, and sat at her
table.  We talked briefly.  I learned that she just got
dumped by her boyfriend, and referred to all male human as
jerks.  Partly to defend the entire gender's position, and
partly to calm her down, I tried my best to talk nicely to
her.  I didn't know it would cost me so much.

Chemistry began to developed between Cindy and me.  We
dated.  Cindy was in her second year of medical school, so
we didn't have a lot of time together.  Nevertheless time
with her was mostly joyful.  Cindy moved into my apartment
a few months later, and we got married less than a year
from our first date.

I had never fucked Cindy before our wedding.  I was too
scared.  I did my best to satisfy her sexual needs with
alternative means, and I knew she enjoyed them very much.
That meant a lot to me.  Cindy insisted we had sex the
regular way on our wedding night.  I was disappointed to
find out I hadn't improved.  Actually I had, by one more
stroke, which brought my record to nine.  We did it again
that night twice, I fell short by two strokes once, and
didn't bother to try breaking my record and returned to my
better alternatives for the last try.  It was on the
following morning I made history by hitting ten strokes; it
was the only time.

Cindy started getting more and more busy as she started her
rotation phrase working eighty hours a week at the
hospital, plus extra time needed for studying and exams.  I
didn't get to see her much.  I rarely got to please her in
bed.  I did everything else to please her: buying her
gifts, did all cooking, did the laundry, taking her to
dinners, I had even considered hiring her a male prostitute
as a surprise substitute.

She was too busy at the hospital that I didn't get to see
her on our third anniversary.  Thirteen days later, she had
a brief talk with me in the kitchen when I got home.  She
wanted a divorce.  She moved out that same day.

My attorney managed to stop her lawyer from seeking alimony
money from me.  He told me he used a strategy that would
turn the already lengthy process into an eternal one, which
Cindy apparently didn't want to go through.  I knew it, as
I was told she moved into a male intern's apartment the day
she moved out from my house.

I never saw Cindy after the court hearing which concluded
my only marriage.  I stopped seeing anyone who had direct
or indirect relationship with Cindy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Linda was in her room studying when I got home.  I went to
the basement and went through the rubbish I had been
keeping for years.  I stuffed some into two garbage bags,
and went for the curbside.  I realized they wouldn't be
collecting garbage until the following Tuesday, so I
carried them back to my house and headed for the garage.

Linda was looking for something in the fridge when she saw
me with the two bags.

"Where do you get that much garbage from?"  Linda asked?

"Basement, I was clearing junks I had been keeping,"  I
said.

Linda giggled.  "Sounds like grand dad,"  she said, "any
antiques?"

"No, they're all junks left over from the years when I was
married."

"Oh.  Do you have a picture of her?"  Linda asked eagerly.
Before I responded, she was already digging inside one of
the bag.

"This is her, right?"  Linda showed me an old photo from
the bag.  It was a photo of Cindy and me in our wedding."

I nodded.

"Not as pretty as I had expected,"  Linda commented,  "I
had expected her to be very pretty.  You know, I thought
any girl you would bring home had got to be beautiful.
Mom's beautiful, you were tasteful."

I laughed.  "Not at all.  I was just lucky, well, too lucky
with your mom."

"I need a break from the books,"  Linda said, "Do you mind
telling me something about her?"

I was hesitating when Linda shoved my elbow and asked
again, "Please?"

I briefly told her the story.

Linda had some thoughts afterwards.  "She's a bitch, Derek.
Do you know she was using you?"  She said.

"Why do you think so?"

"You provided her with everything free, and you didn't even
get to see her once in a while," she said.

"Rotation phrase takes all of your time and spirit,"  I
said.

"The hospital uses a rotation shift system, so you get to
have some full day off during the weeks.  Was she here with
you when she was off?"

"Busy studying,"  I said, "usually with other med
students."

"Ah, I bet you had no clue who they were," Linda said in
disgust, "Did you buy her a car?"

"I did."

"Did you run over your credit card limit buying her gifts?"

"I did it on my own accord."

Linda came over, patted me on the shoulder, and beamed,
"I'm glad you're getting rid of her."

"It was already history.  The divorce was some six years
ago."

"No, it had still been here," Linda said, as she poked my
head, "Until now, they are garbage now."  She smiled.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 4 - Celebration

"Professor Monahan?"

I raised my head, and saw Linda leaning against the door in
the office I shared with three other colleagues.

"What happened, Linda?" I asked.  I rarely saw her coming
to my office.  I hoped nothing went wrong.

"Nothing's wrong, don't worry.  When are you leaving?"

I looked at the papers on my desk.  "Do you want to go
now?"  I asked.

"If you're leaving, otherwise I'll spend some time at the
library."

"Well, they're students' works; I can take care of them at
home.  Let's go,"  I said, as I got my briefcase and
stuffed it with the papers.  I took a look at my watch and
it showed a little after six o'clock.  "What keeps you
staying so late today?"

"I was doing a little research in the library,"  Linda said
as we left my office.

"Did you find what you needed?"  I asked on the way to the
staff parking lot.

"Yep.  Hey, what do you have in mind for dinner?"

"What do you want?"

"How about Chinese food?"

"Fine, we can pick up some orders on our way home."

"Why don't we go to May Flowers?"

"You want to go to a restaurant?"  I said and looked at
her.

"It's boring eating while watching the fridge and you all
the time in your kitchen," Linda said, and then giggled.

I laughed.  "Turn around so I can kick you in the butt," I
said.

Linda turned around, bent away from me, and laughed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Yummy," Linda said, as we were enjoying the complimentary
dessert following the delicious dishes.  "Can you cook
Chinese food?"  She asked.

"No, but I guess I can learn some," I said, "I'll go look
for a cookbook tomorrow."

"No, Mr. Chef, I'm not suggesting you to learn it.  I was
just asking."

"Well, no harm learning," I said.

"True, if you're into eating Chinese food all the time,"
Linda said, "and not because I said I like it."

I started to evaluate how much I like Chinese food.  They
tasted so great I always had the desire to lick the dishes
clean, but they were usually pretty heavy for me.  I didn't
know how much I would like it on a regular basis.  "I'll go
get a cookbook tomorrow," I said.

We talked for a while before Linda waved a steward over.
"Can I have the check, please?"  She asked.

When the steward came back a while later, I reached for the
check.  Linda stopped me.  "I'm buying you this meal," she
said.

"No," I said, "I'm paying.  Get your hand off the check.
You don't want to tear it apart, right?"

Linda didn't let go the check, she grabbed a chopstick and
hit my hand with it.  "Listen, Mr. Landlord, I'm buying you
this meal to celebrate something," she said.

The check slipped out of my hand.  "Celebrate what?"  I
asked.

"I've got a job, Actuarial Trainee at Provincial Farm,"
Linda said, smiling happily.

"Following graduation?"

"Yep.  I got the letter this morning."

"Cool, that's great," I said, "let me pay the check to
celebrate."

Linda giggled.  "Doh!"  She stuck her tongue at me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"So you're moving to Bloomington following the graduation,
right?"  I asked while driving home.

"Yeah, most likely,"  Linda said, "our agreement called for
me moving out when I could make my own money, correct?"

"Well, it actually meant you wouldn't have to worry before
that."

"So, are you saying I can continue to stay at your house
and save my rental money for a vacation?"

"Well, I guess if you continue to stay, you do have to pay
rental."

"How much will it cost a poor trainee to rent a room at
your house?"

"Well, I guess fifty dollars look like a fair deal."

"Fifty a week?  That's a lot!  You're so mean!"

"If that's too much, you can pay fifty a month."

"Can I bring a boyfriend home?"

I turned over to see her.  She was giggling.  "Well, don't
let him get into my bedroom,"  I said, "or my den."

There was a brief silence between us.  Then Linda asked,
"Are you serious?"

"About what?"

"Fifty a month,"  Linda said.

"Plus the laundry,"  I said.

"Deal,"  Linda said with a smile.

"How long does it take to get to work from my house?"  I
asked.

"About an hour, may be one and a half.  I'm not sure how
bad the rush hour traffic is."

"Do you need a car?  It will cut the traveling time to
around thirty minutes."

Linda didn't answer.  I looked over.  She was gazing at me.
"You didn't mean you were going to buy me a car, did you?"
she said.

"Well, a crappy old used car won't cost a lot or I can lend
you some money."

"Derek, thanks," Linda turned away from my face, and said,
"I'll buy one myself when I can get a loan from the bank,
but you can be my guarantor and suffer when I decide to
flee."

"Sounds fair," I said.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 5 - Am I Pretty?

I opened the door and stepped from the garage into the
kitchen.  It was a nice thing about the modern designed
houses despite built with much inferior material - garages
were now usually a part of the house.  I would have been
frozen to a fruit bar if I had to walk from a detached
garage into the house.  Weather in February wasn't fun at
all in this region.

I was about to go up the stairs when I saw Linda in the
family room, lying in the couch.  Her arms and legs
stretched wide apart, and her head hanged over the top of
the back of the couch.  I dashed over to her.  She looked
weakly at me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I'm dying," she said weakly.

"Why?  What happened?"

"I was wasted."

"Who wasted you?"

"Students opinion poll.  They made me run fifty thousand
times back and forth between Garland Hall and Lockhart
Building.  They forgot I wasn't a dog and it was minus ten
outside," Linda whined weakly.

I was relieved.  I was worried some misfortune had happened
to her.  "Are you okay now?"  I asked.

"I hope so.  Are my legs still with me?" Linda said.

"Barely,"  I laughed, "Go take a hot bath.  Do you need me
to carry you up?"

"It would be nicer if you could set the water for me,"
Linder said.  She began to got up from the couch, and
chirped, "Sore feet, I'm going to die."

"Okay.  I'll set the water.  I'll give you a foot massage
after your bath,"  I offered.

"You can?"  Linda asked, looking at my face, "You don't
teach physiotherapy."

"I'm probably better than a physiotherapist.  Although I
teach Kinesiology, I have a PhD in foot massaging, pre-
requisite for my previous marriage," I said.

Linda laughed all the way while I went up the stairs for
the bathroom.

She came back to the family room after her bath.  She had
changed into tee and shorts.  I was watching TV with the
Bengay on the coffee table.

I pointed at the far side of the couch.  "Sit there," I
said, "and put your feet here."  I patted my lap.

"Oh, this feels great.  You should make it a sideline
business," Linda said while I was rubbing her feet.

I laughed but didn't say anything.  I continued with the
job.  I patted her feet when the job was done.

"Derek, would you mind doing my shank too?" Linda asked, "I
almost had a spasm.  Well, in fact I had a spasm.
Actually, I had a couple spasms."

I laughed.  "Alright.  Turn over," I said.

Linda turned over in the couch with her stomach on the
cushion and her legs on my lap.

I squeezed some Bengay on her calf muscles and began my
work while Linda was humming some tunes.

"You know, Derek, if I had known you were so good with this
sideline business, I would have saved up all my money and
pay you fifty cents an hour to do it everyday," Linda said.

"Thank you, I never knew I worth that much.  Fifty cents is
a hell of a lot,"  I said, as I patted her calf and pulled
some tissues from the box to wipe my hands.

Linda pointed her finger at the back of her thigh.  "Spasm
extends to here,"  she said.

"That's it.  My fingers are getting sore.  Out of practice
for too long,"  I said, and lifted her leg out of my lap,
"I'm going to take a shower now."

"I'm dying, I'm sore, I'm wasted, I'm..." Linda continued
humming as I went upstairs for the bathroom.

I finished the shower and struggled to my room.  My dick
was still hurting from burn as I forgot to wash my hands
thoroughly before jerking off.  I however felt good about
my speedy finish.  If I had to stroke for five minutes to
shoot, I would have to be sent to hospital for extensive
burn.

When I came back downstairs, Linda was still laying flat in
the couch facing down.  One of her arm was on her side and
the other one hanging down to the floor.

"Why are you still here?  Why don't you go for a nap?"  I
asked.

"Waiting for part three of the foot massage," she said
lazily.

"No part three," I said, "Do you want a nap now or after
dinner?"

"I have fifty cents, dinner's too early."

I laughed.  "I need to do some grading.  Now, go take a nap
before I kick your butt, which is part four of the
massage," I said.

Linda went upstairs after a pout on the couch and a grimace
at me when she passed by me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was watching news on TV when Linda came down after her
nap.  "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," I told her.

"What's on news?"

"Ha-ha," I laughed at the news.  An actress, Barbara
Senogrande, who had a sexual reputation, was suing a firm
that produced 'love toys' and used her image in one of
their produce lines.

Linda rushed over to check what the funny news was.  "Have
you bought one from them?"  She turned to ask me, then
covered her ass with her hands and scuttled into the
kitchen, giggling.

"Can you tell me something?"  Linda asked me during dinner.

"Sure, what is it?"

"How sexy do you think Barbara Senogrande is?"

"She's okay," I said.

"Come on,"  Linda said, leaning forward, "She's big!"  She
stretched out her arms to indicate the bigness.

I almost choked.  "Yeah, I think she'll be even sexier if
she stuffs a balloon or two inside her dress,"  I said.

Linda bent in her chair laughing.  "No, serious, how sexy
is she?"  She asked after her laughter.

"She's okay," I said, "but she's not my style.  I won't buy
her toy."

"What's your style?"  Linda asked, and leaned forward,
winking.

"A few more balloons," I said, "Now, eat your spaghetti!"
I pointed at her dish.

Linda crammed her mouth with spaghetti and meatballs,
swallowed them almost without chewing, then continued,
"Mom... Mom didn't have a few more balloons, but she was
almost perfect to you, right?"

I dropped my fork in the dish, leaned forward, and said,
"The balloons go here," I pointed at my chest.  "I mean,
inside.  No, stop giggling!  Not inside the dress.  I mean
inside the skin; I mean the heart.  Now, forget the
balloons and finish your spaghetti."

"Okay, okay, mister, I'll eat, I'll eat," Linda said.  She
raised a hand up in a surrendering pose and covered her
mouth with another hand giggling.

"Am I pretty?"  Linda gave me a surprise question when I
was doing the dishes.

I turned around.  She had a little pink on her face.  "Of
course you are," I said, as I turned back to the dishes,
"You had eight boyfriends.  They couldn't have all gone
wrong."

"What do you think?"

I sighed, "You're pretty,"  I said, "I've been telling all
my students, they'll soon organize a tour to come see you."

Linda giggled.  "But I don't have the kind of curly and
thick eyelashes like mom had," she said.

"No, but you have pretty and long eyelashes,"  I said,
while rinsing the dishes.

"I'm not big."

I turned around with another sigh.  Linda was stretching
her hands out.  I groaned, "Linda!"  I paused as I thought
of something.  "Wait, Linda," I asked, "Is there a guy
you're trying to draw his attention and he's not noticing
you?"

"Well, kind of," Linda said slowly, while looking down at
her hands and rubbing her fingers.

I went over and sat down at the table.  "Linda, didn't you
tell me you'd rather to have guys who would love your
inside and not your appearance?"  I said softly.

"Yeah, I did," Linda said.

"So?"

"So, nothing," Linda said slowly.  She raised her head to
look at me, and made up a smile.

"Okay, tell you what," I said, "You finish the dishes, and
I'll tell you something."

"Cheap labor I am," Linda murmured and went to do the job.
When the dishes were done, she turned to look at me,
leaning against the counter, and said, "Done."

"Okay, Linda, you're pretty.  You have an exquisite face
and nimble eyes.  You're not big, but you're well
proportioned; you also have slender legs," I said, "And,
most important of all, you have a great heart; you're a
nice girl."

Linda started smiling with a little blush on her face.

I continued, "So, Linda, if a guy doesn't notice all these
qualities of yours, he's blind.  He's not worth a dime to
you.  You can go look elsewhere.  Do you need me to put up
a personal ad for you?"

Linda grinned.  "Personal ad sounds like a good idea; I
want them six feet tall, muscular, romantic, caring, will
guarantee to love me for twenty years, and have at least
ten million dollars in the bank," she said.

"Alright, now go do your homework," I said, as I got up and
walked towards the den.

"PhD in foot massaging will be an added asset,"  Linda
continued as I switched on the light in the den.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
... to Part 2 ...

Bingain
June, 2002

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