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Author: Strickland83
Title: After Fidel
Part: Chapter 6
Summary: Sometimes, a once in a lifetime opportunity comes along more
than once.  The question is - did she wait for him?
Keywords: MF, rom, cons, oral
Revision: 1.0

   Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/strickland83/www

   This story is Copyright (c) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.

   After Fidel By Strickland83

   Chapter 6 - The Trip Home

   Stacy's question immediately changed the topic of conversation.  The two
ladies launched into an exclusive conversation about dresses, churches, and
other things that I tuned out.  Brian looked at me, rolled his eyes, and we
both grinned.

   "We stopped and checked in on Felicita's family on the way down. 
They'll be coming down for breakfast in a little while," Brian told me.

   "Thanks.  We'll take them back home before we go in to the office.  Hold
down the fort for me?"

   "Of course, Chris.  That's what I'm here for.  After all, who will you
trust to run things for you when you're on your honeymoon?"

   "I hadn't thought of that!" I exclaimed.  "I guess we'll be away for a
while."

   "At least a week," Brian assured me.  "You're the boss here.  Take more
if you want.  I won't tell."

   "There's so much we have to talk about," I said, looking at Felicita. 
She gave me an embarrassed smile.

   "Yes, we have to talk about the details," she said to me.

   "Right, when and where, who to invite, what everyone will wear..." Stacy
gushed on.

   "Stacy," Brian admonished.  "Let them plan their wedding."

   "It's OK, Brian.  We want help.  It's not like either of us has ever
done this before," I told the two of them.

   Brian motioned towards the door.  Felicita's mother and grandfather were
standing in the doorway, looking lost.  I nodded and got up to greet them.
I sat them at our table and got coffee for both of them.  Felicita
explained about the buffet.  They were amazed to see all the food.  The
common people didn't get to even see places like this.  That was another
facet of Cuban life that was changing.

   We all ate well.  Over breakfast, Felicita's mother joined the
conversation with her daughter and Stacy.  Brian and I kept her grandfather
entertained.  He told us of the previous revolution.  That one had ended
kind of like this one.  Once Fidel had taken control of Havana, the entire
country suddenly came under his control.  The end came quickly.  When
Battista seized power, it had also been the same way.  He who controls
Havana controls Cuba.

   After breakfast, we called for the car.  When it got there, we had to
squeeze in.  We were going to drop Stacy and Brian off at the office and
take Felicita's family home right away, but Felicita's mother asked if she
could see where we worked so we took them into the office.  Felicita showed
them her office and explained what the company did.  They were very
impressed with her job.  I explained how we moved goods between Cuba and
the United States.  The computers we used to track shipments were like
seeing a miracle to them.

   After their tour, we took them home.  On the ride, we talked about where
to hold the wedding.  Felicita explained that we had been attending mass at
Jesus de Miramar.

   "That is a beautiful church," her mother said.  "The Pope visited
there."

   "That is where I'd like to be married.  Is that all right, Christopher?"
she asked me.  I could tell her eyes were a little teary.

   "I've always hoped that would be where we would be married, ever since I
first saw it.  I'd like that very much," I said.  Whew!  One detail
settled!

   On the rest of the ride, the two women chatted about some of those other
details while her grandfather told me about the sights as we passed them.
He spoke of how grand things were before Fidel, of how different the city
was.  It was fascinating seeing the dingy city through his eyes.  Havana
would be that way again.

   We didn't get to return to the city right away.  Felicita's mother
insisted we stay for lunch and visit with some of her family.  I half
expected this so I didn't push.  Felicita's left hand was shown to what
seemed to be hundreds of people.  We were the center of attention for
hours. I was grateful when Felicita announced, after lunch, that we had to
get back to work.  We left to a myriad of cheers.

   In the car on the ride back, we talked about what we wanted the wedding
to be like.  Felicita of course wanted to invite all of her family.  She
looked at me questioningly because she knew I didn't have any family.  I
explained that I wanted to invite everyone from the main office who could
come because they were like my family.  She liked that idea.  We hadn't
looked into a date yet, but we wanted it to be soon.  I asked if she knew
where we could hold the reception.  She explained that her family usually
had such parties outdoors where she lived.  I worried about the tropical
weather, but let her judgment prevail.  She knew the climate much better
than me.

   At the office, it was hard to concentrate on work.  So much had happened
in the last day.  Again.  There was a flurry around the office when we
returned.  I finally gave up and decided that not much work was going to
get done.  I managed to steal away to my office to place a phone call back
to the States.

   I called Ross.  When he answered, he sounded glad to hear from me.  I
assured him all was well in Havana and briefed him on how the office was
shaping up.

   "So what's the big news?  I can tell something is up from the tone of
your voice," he said.  He knew me so well.

   "Ross, last night I asked Felicita to marry me."

   He exploded with excitement.  "That's wonderful!  I'm so happy for the
two of you.  When's the wedding?"

   "We just started planning.  You're invited, of course.  Everyone from
the company who can come is invited.  I was really hoping you could be
here."

   "Count me in, my boy.  I'll be there will bells on.  I'll see what we
can do about the others."

   We talked about Felicita, where we were going to live, the long-term
prospects for the office and many other details.  I cringed to think how
much the phone call cost because we talked a long time.  Ross was in so
many ways like a father to me.

   "When can I get you back here for a visit?  I want to meet your bride,"
Ross suggested.

   "I guess I need to come back.  It looks like I'm going to be living here
so I need to pack up my apartment and ship things down here."

   "So come on back.  Bring Felicita.  You've earned some time off.  I'll
get Agnes to set it up."

   "I need to see about getting a passport for Felicita first, and a visa.
I don't think she's ever left Cuba before.  I'll speak to the embassy about
it today."

   "That's right - embassy," Ross mused.  "Diplomatic relations have been
restored.  It's a changing world."

   "Are you ever right!  It's changing here so fast, right before our
eyes," I said.

   "Let me know when you're coming.  I want to meet your fiancée."

   "Will do, Ross.  You know none of this would ever have happened without
you."

   "Call it fate.  It was meant for you two to get together."

   "Whatever it was, I'm glad it happened."

   Before the call ended, I heard Ross call loudly for Agnes to come into
his office.  He told her I had some news and put her on the phone.  Just
before he handed her the phone, he explained to me that he wanted her in
his office so he could see her face when I told her my news.

   "Hi, Agnes," I said.

   "Christopher!  How are you doing?"

   "I'm fine.  In fact, I'm better than fine.  I'm getting married."

   Agnes gave a little yell.  It was uncharacteristic for her, but she was
really excited.  Ross told me later her expression was something he'd not
soon forget.  She was very happy, even more so when I told her we were
trying to come in for a visit so I could pack up my apartment.

   The call ended soon after.  Next, I called the U.  S.  Embassy and asked
if they had information about a Cuban citizen visiting the United States.
They recognized my name and offered to help but didn't know the answer.  I
was promised an answer later that afternoon.  The truth is that no one knew
the Cuban government's policy on issuing passports yet.

   I walked over to Felicita's office.  She was going over some contracts.

   "Hi, Chris," she said when she looked up and saw me in the doorway.  Her
face had lit up when she saw it was me.  My heart warmed when I saw the
look on her face.

   "How would you like to visit the home office with me?" I asked.

   She pondered that for a moment.  Then, her eyes widened.  "The United
States?"

   I nodded.

   "Yes!  I thought I'd never get to do that.  I'd love to.  When can we
go?"

   "First we have to get you a passport and a visa.  I already spoke to the
embassy and they are looking into it for me.  No one seems to know your new
government's procedures yet."

   I let her get back to her work and went over to speak to Brian.  I
wanted to give him an early heads up on my trip because he'd be in charge
of the office while I was gone.  I also wanted to talk to him about a trip
home for him and Stacy.  They had both been here a few weeks and were due
to rotate back home, if only to check in for a while.  I really wanted to
feel him out about moving to Havana.  I hoped he'd stay with me.  I wanted
him as my assistant manager permanently.

   He didn't look too excited when I suggested a trip back home for him. 
"I was kind of hoping to stay on here with you," he said, sounding
disappointed.

   "I don't think you understand.  I want you here.  I was hoping you'd
stay on with me.  I just wanted to give you the option to go back if you
wanted to.  How about Stacy?  Do you think she'll stay, also?"

   Brian smiled broadly and leaned over his desk, speaking in a whisper. 
"I'm hoping.  After you get back from your honeymoon, I'm hoping to take
one."

   "Brian!" I exclaimed.  "I didn't know!"

   "Shhh!  I haven't talked to her about it yet.  I think it's crossed her
mind, though.  She was pretty excited about talking wedding plans with
Felicita."

   We shared a grin.  "I think you don't have anything to worry about. 
I've seen you two together." It was true, Stacy adored him.  "We make a
great team.  I was hoping we'd all stay together," I added as I was
leaving.

   "You know you can count on me.  I didn't get shot at for nothing."

   "Yeah, we'll be talking about that one for a long time."

   Later that afternoon, I heard back from the embassy.  My name apparently
still carried some weight with the Cuban government because they were going
to issue a passport to Felicita right away.  She needed to get some
pictures taken and go in to fill out the paperwork.  I took her to a photo
studio for the pictures.  The photographer told us we could pick them up
the next afternoon.

   At dinner that night, Felicita gushed on about the trip.  She had never
been out of Cuba before.  A trip to the United States was to her an
unimaginable luxury before the revolution.

   That night was another memorable session of lovemaking.  Every night
with Felicita is memorable.  The next day, after lunch, we picked up the
pictures and went to the bureau that issued passports.  A few weeks ago,
what we were doing was unheard of.  Another sign of the changing times.

   Normally, the process of issuing a passport would take weeks.  Because
of my relationship with the government (and the President), Felicita would
get her passport in two days.  I called Agnes when we got back to the
office and asked her to set up the trip for the end of the week.  Agnes
assured me she would set it all up for me, adding that she was looking
forward to meeting Felitica.

   The rest of the week seemed to crawl by because we were anticipating our
trip.  I tried not to lean on Brian too much.  I wanted him to feel that I
trusted him to handle things while I was gone.  I expected to be back in a
week.  I asked around the office if anyone wanted anything special brought
back from the States.

   On Saturday morning, we said our goodbyes to Brian and Stacy.  We left
the hotel for the airport, much as I had done about ten months ago.  With
the trade embargo ended, a few airlines had initiated daily flights between
Havana and Miami.  We had to fly through Miami first, but we could fly
direct from there.  The mood on this trip was so different.  We were happy,
giddy even.  Felicita had never flown before but she didn't appear to be
nervous.  She seemed to be looking on it as a new adventure.

   We checked in at the new American desk and paid our departure tax -
still in U.  S.  currency, of course.  With shiny holographic stamps on
both our boarding passes, we proceeded to emigration.  This time, Felicita
stepped through the door and presented her new passport to the agent.  I
was right behind her.  Once our paperwork was verified and stamped, the
door buzzed.  Felicita pushed it aside and stepped through, into a whole
new world.

   For me, it was a repeat of my last trip but without the heartbreak.  For
Felicita, every step she took was to a place she had never been before.  We
had drinks at the bar where I had cried over my last mojito months before.
She marveled at the cleanliness and size of the terminal.  As this was
usually reserved for foreigners and government dignitaries, the level of
quality was quite a step above what the typical Cubans usually saw.  Before
long, our flight was called.  Soldiers still stood guard (old habits die
hard), but they were there to maintain order, not to prevent Cubans from
leaving the country.  Felicita's excitement grew as we passed the next
checkpoint and started down the jetway.  Around the corner, at the door of
the plane, there was a flight attendant but not a soldier this time.  The
attendant was there to check our boarding passes one final time and welcome
us aboard.

   I had asked Agnes to book us in first class since this was Felicita's
first time flying.  Agnes told me that the company was paying for the trip
and Ross had already told her to book it first class.  Felicita stepped
aboard the plane and looked around in awe.  Smiling, I stepped to her side
and led her to our seats.  I put our carry on bags in storage and sat her
in the window seat, showing her how to buckle her seat belt and adjust the
air conditioning.

   "This is so nice," she said, astonishment in her voice, as the
stewardess took our drink order.

   "It's not always this nice.  We are flying first class today.  Usually I
fly in coach," I told her, indicating the back section of the plane with my
hand.

   She craned around my seat.  "The seats are so much smaller back there,"
she observed.

   "Yes, they are.  And not nearly as comfortable.  This is a treat from
Ross."

   She thought about that a moment.  When the stewardess handed us our
drinks, she took hold of the glass and said, "Then I will enjoy it out of
respect for him."

   I gave a little laugh.  "I will enjoy it because I am with you."

   As she delicately took a sip from her glass, the sunlight streaming in
through the window was refracted in the diamond on her hand.  I sighed
deeply, feeling love for her all through my body.

   Felicita paid careful attention to the safety briefing, following along
with the card.  I made a point of doing so as well, mostly for her sake. 
It was hard not to grin as she was watching with the attention of a child
on the first day of kindergarten.  This was all new to her; it was a world
that she never expected to see until today.

   She looked a little nervous when she heard the bump as the cargo
compartment door was closed.  She jumped a little when the engines started
up.  I reassured her.  Before long, we were taxiing out to the runway and
she was glued to the window.  When we stopped at the end of the runway, she
asked, "Why are we stopping?"

   Before I could answer, the takeoff run began.  She was pushed back in
her seat, her eyes wide.  It took a great effort to not laugh.  I held her
hand and tried to reassure her.  When the nose lifted off the runway, I
felt her fingernails pressing deeply into the skin of my hand.

   "It's all right.  This is normal," I told her.  Her grip lessened a
little and she turned back to the window.  Now, the scary part was over and
she was seeing her country from a new perspective.  She was totally
captivated by the sight out the window, even though we soon left the
coastline of Cuba behind us.

   "What's that?" she asked as the coastline of Florida appeared.

   "That...  is America," I proudly announced to her.

   "It's so close!" she said, the astonishment evident in her voice.

   "Only about 150 kilometers from Cuba," I answered.  I was enjoying
seeing all this through her eyes for the first time.

   Her comments had attracted the attention of the stewardess.  She came to
our seats and knelt in the aisle.

   "Is this your first time leaving Cuba?" she gently asked Felicita. 
Felicita gave a wide-eyed nod.  "In that case," the stewardess said, her
voice now taking on an official air, "the pilot would like me to bestow on
you these wings, in honor of your first flight." She stood and, leaning
over me, pinned the plastic wings on Felicita's dress.  When she
straightened, Felicita reverently touched the wings, as if caressing a
Congressional Medal of Honor.  It was a ceremony that was usually reserved
for little children, but it was not wasted on Felicita.

   "We'll be landing in Miami in just a few minutes," the stewardess told
me.

   The flying time from Havana to Miami is really short.  We were soon
getting ready to land.  This was also a new procedure for Felicita.  She
very conscientiously went through the procedure of making sure her tray
table was locked in the upright position, her seatback was fully upright
and her seat belt was still securely fastened.  I watched her with a slight
amusement.  All these things were routine for me, automatic.  For her, they
were serious matters.

   She obediently remained in her seat until the plane came to a complete
stop and the Fasten Seatbelts sign was turned off.  We had plenty of time
before our connecting flight so we didn't have to rush.  We had to clear
customs while we were in Miami.  This was yet another new experience for
her.  The flight was so short that we didn't have time to fill out landing
cards on the plane.  We had to take care of that while waiting in line.  It
helped Felicita that the form was printed in both English and Spanish.

   She was nervous when it was our turn to speak to the agent.  I could
tell that she was also proud to be presenting her new passport.  The agent
was friendly and welcomed her on her first visit to the United States when
he saw the date of issue.  Maybe it helped that she was an adult and
wearing those plastic airline wings.  She smiled broadly and thanked him.

   Our bags were inspected thoroughly, probably because we were coming from
Cuba.  There was nothing to find, of course.  Felicita was a little
embarrassed when the male inspector found her Victoria's Secret underwear.
He took it in stride, politely ignoring her blushing.

   When we were cleared through customs, we came to the automatic glass
doors with the "Welcome to the United States of America" sign.  I saw
Felicita look at the message, take a deep breath, and walk through.  Once
we were on the other side, she turned to me.

   "We are in the United States of America now, yes?"

   "Yes, we are," I answered.

   She smiled one of the broadest smiles I had ever seen on her face.  She
looked around the terminal and said, "It's very nice here." She took a deep
breath.  "This is the smell of freedom."

   Actually, it wasn't much different from the Havana airport.  It was
still an airport.  She wouldn't get outside until we got off the next
flight.  I enjoyed watching her excitement.

   Felicita marveled at the shops lining the concourse on the way to our
gate.  We spent a lot of time looking in the windows.  She was amazed by
all the things for sale, and the quantities of things.  Nothing was
rationed here.  I offered her some cash to buy something.

   "No, thank you," she said politely.  She reached into her purse and
pulled out a neat stack of currency.  I saw that they were "C" bills.  She
went into the next store and picked out a candy bar, purchasing it all by
herself.  Then she turned to me, her eyes glistening with tears of pride.
"My first purchase in America," she said, looking into my eyes.  "It's for
you," she said as she pushed it into my hands.  "I wanted to use the
special C dollars to buy a gift for you." I smiled and thanked her.  It was
such a sweet, unselfish act.

   It was about lunchtime so I took Felicita to a restaurant.  I wasn't
sure what she would want to eat.  Then I spied something she had probably
never had before.  Pizza.  I was right.  She had no idea what it was, but
liked it at first bite.  It was fast food, like most airport food, but it
was a delightful meal for us to share.

   Our next flight went much the same as the first, except she already had
a pair of wings.  When the stewardess noticed the wings, she figured out
Felicita was flying for the first time today and came to talk to us.  She
looked at us kind of funny, studying our faces.  Finally, she said, "I know
who you are!  You were interviewed on CNN in Cuba!"

   I grimaced.  I had hoped that had blown over by now.

   "Yes, that's us," I answered with all the politeness I could muster.

   Much to my delight, the stewardess focused on Felicita and her first
trip out of Cuba instead of my role in the revolution.  I relaxed back into
my seat and watched as the two women talked.

   When the stewardess had to return to her duties, Felicita spent time
looking out the window.  We had crossed the gulf and were approaching the
Texas coast.  I observed that she was watching the passing landscape as
intently as I had on my first flight into Havana.

   We landed in mid afternoon and, after negotiating the baggage carousel,
took a taxi for my apartment.  Felicita had seen apartments in Havana, but
was unprepared for the comparative luxury of my home.  To me, it was just
home.  To her, it was a new world.  She went from room to room just
looking. Even the dishwasher captured her attention.  I noticed that musty
closed-up smell.  She saw a palace.  While she explored, I went over
everything, deciding what to ship to Havana and what to get rid of.  I'd
need to take care of that this week.  I called the rental office and
explained my transfer, telling them I'd move out by the end of the month.
Meanwhile, Felicita had discovered the television and was marveling at all
the programs.

   That night, I took Felicita out and showed her Houston.  We had dinner
(she insisted on more pizza) and went dancing.  She was a delight to watch.
I noticed that she was attracting a lot of attention and I wasn't
surprised. I knew my fiancée was very beautiful.  She had caught my eye and
she was now catching the eye of many young men.  Seeing her dressed up and
enjoying the nightclub, it was almost laughable to recall her ever wearing
a Havana Club t-shirt and driving that yellow scooter.  How both our lives
had changed!

   We didn't stay out too late.  It had been a long day traveling so we
called it an early night.  Felicita was really enjoying herself but I could
see she was tired.  We got back to my apartment and I expected to collapse
into bed; she had other plans.

   "This is my first chance to make love in America, Christopher," she said
in a sultry voice.  It was going to be a long night.

   While she usually undressed me ritually in Cuba, she was now doing
things like an American.  I sat on the bed and she stood before me, dancing
as she pulled off her clothes.  I turned on the radio and she moved to the
music as clothes fell by the wayside.  Before long, my naked beauty was
gyrating before me.  I stood and she put her arms around my neck, pulling
me close into her dance.  We kissed and danced as she worked my clothes
off. Before too many songs, my dick was brushing her pubic hair.

   The radio was on an eighties station.  When that song ended, Tonight, I
Celebrate My Love came on.  We danced to that slow song, our bodies rubbing
against each other in a slow sensual version of a Cuban salsa.  By the time
the song ended, I was about to spurt.  Felicita fell to her knees and gave
her first blowjob on American soil.

   When I was spent, my knees were unsteady.  She rose and gently edged me
back onto the bed, crawling on top of me and kissing me deeply.  I never
thought I'd have her in my bed but here we were, in a changed world.

   I rolled us over and put a hand between her legs while I sucked on a
nipple.  She played with the other nipple, her eyes partially closed in
ecstasy.  As tired as I had been, I recovered quickly and was soon ready to
mount this Latin beauty.  Unfortunately, I had brought all my condoms with
me to Cuba, along with two fresh boxes I had bought on the way to the
airport.  I was thinking positively.  I had thought to bring some on this
trip home, but they were packed in a suitcase.  Damn!  "I'll be right
back," I promised as I ran to the living room, my erection leading the
charge.  I tore into the first suitcase, opening it and feeling around.  No
cardboard box.  I moved to the second one.  My roaming hand encountered
Felicita's satin underwear, reminding me of the purpose of my mission. 
Finally, I found the box I was seeking and practically ran back to the
bedroom.  My love was waiting for me on the bed, her hand gently exploring
her pussy.  She was horny for me that I only hoped I would be able to keep
up with her.

   A condom on my dick, I moved between her legs.  She was so wet that I
entered her in one stroke.  We were both moaning as I pressed my body to
hers.  We made love slowly, savoring each touch, each caress, each brush of
man to woman.  As I screwed her trim body, the thought came to mind that
these were the same sheets I had masturbated on the night before I left to
find her.  The real thing was so much better than pretending.

   We remained in the missionary position the entire time.  We kissed and
hugged, moaned and cried.  We ascended to peaks.  I managed to hold out
while she came three times.  The second and third time, she cried out
loudly.  I didn't care what the neighbors thought.  I was moving out in a
week.  In time, it was my turn to climax and I cried out as I poured my
seed into her body.

   I caught my breath and realized we were both sweaty from exertion.  I
pulled my latex covered dick out of her pussy and saw her pubic hair was
matted, whether from sweat or cum, as was mine.  We had made sweaty, noisy
love and it was beautiful.  I suggested we take a shower before continuing.
She got up, wearing nothing but her engagement ring, and headed for the
bathroom.  We showered together, spending a long time rubbing our slick
bodies together.

   When we returned to the bed, I pulled her into a 69.  I enjoyed her
taste as she sucked my cock.  I had regained an erection in the shower.  I
held onto her smooth ass as I probed her cunt with my tongue.  Every so
often, I would slip my tongue over her clit, much to her delight.  I could
tell when I did something she really enjoyed because she would pause from
sliding her mouth up and down my dick.  When she adjusted to the new
stimulation, she began sucking me with renewed vigor.  It got to the point
that I had to keep eating her pussy more intently to slow her down so I
could forestall my orgasm.  Eventually, it was like trying to kite checks.
I couldn't stay one step ahead of her forever.  I grabbed hard onto her ass
and pushed up with my hips as she swallowed my sperm.  I knew I was
pressing my fingernails into her tender skin painfully hard but I couldn't
help it, and she didn't seem to mind.  When I finished cumming, she lifted
her head off my softening dick.

   "That was fun," she said.

   "That was wonderful!" I replied.

   She crawled off me, turned around, and cuddled up to me.

   "Christopher, I'm tired.  Could we just go to sleep?"

   "That sounds wonderful," I said.  "It's been a long day." I got up and
turned off the lights.  I rejoined her in bed and we were soon asleep.  I
woke up once during the night and smiled as I realized where I was and who
I was in bed with.  Who would have thought, a few weeks ago, this could
ever have happened?

   We had to go out for breakfast the next morning.  Since I had been gone
for so long, anything that was left in my refrigerator wasn't really fit to
eat.  We took a taxi downtown, stopping at a little place I knew for
breakfast.  Felicita wanted to try everything on the menu.  Pancakes,
waffles, breakfast burritos - it was all foreign to her.  I finally
convinced her to try just two.  She picked pancakes and a breakfast
burrito. It was an interesting combination.  She was disappointed in the
orange juice and the coffee.  When you're used to the Cuban equivalents,
everything else is almost tasteless.

   I took her to mass at my church.  We ran into a few friends who were
delighted to see me and meet Felicita.  I had left so suddenly for Cuba
that I hadn't had time to tell many people where I was going.  Most of them
had heard I was in Cuba because of the CNN broadcasts.  I told them I was
heading up the office in Havana and we would be living there for awhile.

   We spent the rest of the day seeing the city.  Felicita was amazed at
how clean and well kept the city was.  We enjoyed being together in the
land of the free.  Just before we got back to the apartment, we stopped at
the Rice Epicurean Market on Westheimer to pick up some essentials.  I
didn't realize the effect it would have on Felicita.

   Coming from a life in Cuba, it must have looked obscene to her to see
food displayed so decadently.  To me, it was just where I bought my
groceries.  She stopped inside the door and simply looked around.  Of all
the amazing sights she saw on her trip, this must have been the most
stunning.  I took her by the hand and showed her around.  Passing through
the meat and seafood department brought back memories of my first trip when
we talked about making sure she got to eat meat everyday.  The look of
wonder on her face was something I knew I wouldn't soon forget.

   When we were about to check out, she saw the display for the End Hunger
network and insisted I buy a bag.  At the register, I also had to
contribute to Food For All.  It was getting to be an expensive trip for
breakfast foods, but I realized she knew what it was like to be hungry. 
Her heart was in the right place so I didn't mind contributing.

   After breakfast on Monday, we went to the office.  I had left my car in
the care of the garage attendant so I expected we could pick it up and stop
relying on taxis.  I was also anxious to see everyone in the office.  I had
been gone, and out of the loop, for weeks.  Most importantly, I wanted to
show off the biggest change in my life.

   I decided we should make our appearance on the executive floor first. 
We got off the elevator and the halls were deserted at that moment so our
surprise would be intact.  As we stepped into the reception area outside
Ross's office, I heard the voice of Agnes.

   "Chris!"

   Well, maybe it was more of a scream.  She was really happy to see us. 
She came running around from her desk and hugged me.  Then, stepping back,
she took on a slightly more professional appearance as she looked at the
lovely lady holding on to my hand and asked, "This must be Felicita?"

   Felicita gave her a big smile.

   "I'm so happy to finally meet you," Agnes told her, reaching for our
joined hands to see her engagement ring.  "It's beautiful, and so are you."

   The two women hit it off right away.  Here were the two women who
probably cared more for me than everyone else.  Agnes was like a mother to
me.  They were chatting animatedly when I heard another familiar voice.

   "I thought I heard visitors," Ross said as he came out of his office. 
He walked with a spring in his stride to me, whereupon he hugged me.  "It's
so good to have you back with us.  And is this her?" I nodded.  Speaking in
a whisper that was clearly intended for Felicita to hear, he added, "She's
beautiful.  How did a guy like you ever manage to capture her heart?" He
laughed and clapped me on the back.

   I did the introductions.  Someone passing by must have overheard because
there was suddenly a crowd in the room.  People were coming up to see me
and meet Felicita.  We were surrounded by happy faces.  I was concerned
Felicita would be overwhelmed, but she took it all in stride, though.I'm
sure she didn't remember all the names.  We were congratulated countless
times.  It was a homecoming that wasn't going to end quickly.

   Ross raised his voice to get everyone's attention.  "So, Chris, is this
permanent or just a visit?" He was alluding to my decision about heading up
the Havana office.

   "I'm sure you realize I'm staying in Havana," I told him, and everyone
else.  There were sad smiles all around.  They knew it was a great
opportunity for me, and they had also heard how much I wanted it.  Still, I
had friends here and I would be missed.  Sure there would be visits to
headquarters, but they would be just visits.  I would be living in Havana
for the foreseeable future.

   "I didn't expect you to give it up," Ross said.  "Our fastest growing
region couldn't be in better hands.  You know, don't you, that you've kept
everyone in shipping scrambling?" There were laughs throughout the crowd.
"No one would mind if business slowed down a little."

   "I was hoping things could speed up," I told everyone.  Groans replaced
the laughs.  "Sorry, but business is good."

   "Very good," I heard Mike saying.  "You're showing up everybody else. 
We're diverting some of our other shipments to keep up with your orders." I
hadn't seen Mike come in.  He shook my hand, adding, "I'm glad you took the
chance.  You've done well." Then, looking pointedly at Felicita, he added
with a grin, "Really well."

   It was almost an hour before people started drifting back to work.  I
felt bad for disrupting the office so much, but no one seemed to mind, even
Ross.  Felicita and I ended up going back to sit with Ross in his office to
discuss my relocation.  I wanted to get my belongings packed up and shipped
to Cuba.  Ross joked that he didn't think there was a ship going to Cuba
with any space left on it.  We talked about how the office was coming
together.  I invited him to come for a visit and he said he'd take me up on
that.  We mixed business with personal things.  We hadn't nailed down a
date for the wedding yet.  We were still trying to get a dress made for
Felicita and arrange for the reception.  It was looking like it would be at
the end of the fall.

   When Felicita stepped away to use the restroom, I asked Ross about
advice for the honeymoon.

   "Felicita told me she wants to see snow.  Where's a nice, quiet, remote
resort I can take her to that will have snow in late November?"

   Ross didn't have to think.  "Agnes, come in here," he called.  When she
appeared, he repeated my request.  She smiled.

   "Chris, I know just the place.  My husband and I honeymooned there. 
It's in northern Pennsylvania and it should have snow by then.  It's a
couples resort.  Actually, there's lots of couples resorts in that area.  I
can check around and get back to you."

   "Thanks," I told her.  "I want it to be a surprise," I whispered as we
heard Felicita returning.  Agnes nodded with a smile.

   Ross assured me he could have the movers arranged.  The company often
transferred people out of the country so we often dealt with a company that
could handle the arrangements.  I explained that we wanted to spend a few
days buying things we couldn't get in Cuba.  Ross asked if he could give us
an engagement party at his house while we were in town.  We agreed,
although most of the guests would be the crowd from the office.  We took
care of a few more details before we went down to the garage and picked up
my car.  I knew it would be best to sell it instead of sending it to Cuba.
We'd use it while we were here and sell it just before we left.  For home.

   It sounded funny thinking of Havana that way, but only at first.  As I
thought about it, there really was no other place I wanted to call home. 
It felt odd to be driving again.  It had been a few weeks since I had been
behind the wheel.  It was also the first time I was driving Felicita
around. She was very impressed with my car.  In fact, she was very
impressed with just about every facet of my life.  I explained that this
was also going to be her life.

   I took her to a mall, the one I had gone to the night before I left for
Mexico.  She was in awe at all the stores and the variety of merchandise
for sale.  I wanted to take her to one store in particular.  I knew she'd
find some things there that she would like.  They were things she couldn't
find in Cuba.  She recognized the store from a distance.  It had the same
name as on the tags of her underwear.  Felicita couldn't believe there was
a store that just sold women's underwear.  They actually sell a variety of
women's clothes, but underwear is the major product line.

   I took her to Victoria's Secret and told her to buy whatever she wanted.
She just looked for a long time and a salesgirl came to help us.  Felicita
eventually picked out an assortment of lingerie.  She asked my opinion on
each one.  My response was the same each time.  "It's very pretty.  On you
it will be beautiful." The salesgirl smiled when I said that.  It was true.
On Felicita, everything was beautiful.  Of course, she had the body for it.
Even if she didn't, in my eyes she would still be beautiful.  I looked at
her with my heart as well as with my eyes.

   I thought Felicita was going to faint when she saw how much her
purchases cost.  I don't think she has ever spent that much money at one
time in her life.  I just smiled and paid for it.  It was money well spent;
we were buying something we both would enjoy.  Thinking about it, I really
believed she would enjoy it more than me.

   We did some more shopping in the mall.  There were other things I wanted
to get.  As we were leaving the mall, I had something to discuss with
Felicita in the car.

   "We are going to be married," I started.

   "Yes, we are," she said and beamed.

   "I was thinking that it would be nice if we didn't have to use condoms
anymore.  We are going to be only with each other."

   "Do you mean that you want me to have your babies now?" she asked.  Her
tone told me she wasn't planning this right away, but would do it for me.

   "Yes, but not right away.  I was thinking that we could use another kind
of birth control." By the look on her face, I could see she wasn't
understanding me.  "In America, many women take birth control pills.  There
are other methods that don't involve having to do things everyday.  I'd
like for us to see a doctor and discuss the different methods so we can
choose one that works for us." She was listening intently to me.  The
signals I was getting indicated she was going to agree with me.  It was
time to make the riskiest point.  "We should both get tested for diseases
before we stop using condoms." There, I'd said it.  Venereal diseases were
rampant in Cuba.  I wanted her to get tested.  Now I waited for her
reaction.  She was quiet for a time as she thought all this over.

   "It is good that we get tested," she told me.  "We have both been with
other people before in our lives.  Now that we are committed to each other,
it is a good time to do this."

   I was relieved.  I wasn't sure how she would take my request.  I
realized how much she loved me and how much I loved her.

   "I can set up an appointment for both of us with my doctor, or you can
choose a doctor who specializes in women for your appointment."

   "Your doctor will be fine for me, Christopher."

   I called my doctor and made appointments for both of us.  His office was
able to work us in for that afternoon.  We also stopped at a bank where I
arranged to transfer my funds to a Canadian Scotiabank account so I would
have access to them in Cuba.  I wasn't sure how to handle selling my car. I
could sell it to a dealer, but I'd do better selling it myself.  The
problem was time.  I wanted to get back to Havana in a week and I wanted to
use the car while I was in town.

   The doctor's appointment went well.  When I explained what we were there
for, we were able be seen together.

   "So, you're getting married, Chris?  Wonderful," Tim, my longtime
doctor, said as he walked into the room.

   "Yes, we are.  Tim, I'd like you to meet my fiancée."

   Introductions were made and I explained that Felicita was from Cuba.  We
wanted the full workup for sexually transmitted diseases and we wanted to
discuss birth control options.

   "I'm not sure about what's available in Cuba, but I would expect at
least oral contraceptives can be found.  With the trade embargo over, U. 
S. pharmaceuticals will be showing up soon." Tim went on to describe all
the options and their effectiveness.  In the end, Felicita selected the
option most American women chose, the pill.  Because it had been a few
months since either of us had sexual contact with anyone else, we would
know the results of the AIDS test before we returned to Cuba.  Felicita was
given a starter prescription of birth control pills and Tim warned us that
we should continue using condoms for a week before we'd be safe with the
pills.  He gave us each a complete physical and drew blood for the tests.
We were both in excellent health.  Texas didn't have any medical
requirements for obtaining a marriage license but I didn't know if the
Cuban government had any.  We might need another exam in Cuba.  Tim assured
me I could call for the test results before we left next week.  He wished
us luck and I thanked him.

   Ross called that afternoon and asked if it would be alright to have the
engagement party Wednesday night.  I assured him that would be fine.  We
planned to return to Havana on Saturday.  He told me the moving company
would be contacting me soon about packing my things on Friday.  He told me
not to worry.  If things were not finished for any reason on Saturday
morning, he would get it taken care of after we left.  I knew I was in good
hands with Ross watching over me.

   Tuesday and Wednesday were spent seeing more of the sights.  I took
Felicita to AstroWorld.  She had never seen an amusement park before.  We
also saw an Astros game and toured the Johnson Space Center.  She had seen
baseball games in Cuba, but the other two things were totally new
experiences for her.  She was like a little kid at AstroWorld and I enjoyed
yet another opportunity to look at something familiar through her eyes for
the first time.  She hung on to me and we screamed on the roller coasters,
laughing when the rides were over.  It hardly seemed necessary to be
protective of her on the rides after what we had been through in Havana but
I kept my arm tightly around her just the same.  I made sure the two
Christophers were keeping her safe.

   We also visited a jewelry store to buy wedding bands.  Felicita wanted
to buy them in America and it didn't really matter to me.  I just had fun
doing anything with her that further cemented the fact that we were getting
married.

   We drove out to Ross' house on Wednesday afternoon.  We were early but
we wanted to see if we could help.  Felicita was stunned by the grandeur of
the home.  We were greeted by Kate, Ross' wife, who told us Ross was still
at the office.  Ross had spared no expense for the event.  I was expecting
a small cocktail party with a few friends from the office.  What we found
was not that at all.  A catered affair was in the final stages of being set
up.  The scale of it suggested a wedding reception.

   "You're getting married over there, so we wanted to have a way of
celebrating with everyone here," Kate told us.  "You mean so much to both
of us, Chris.  And now, you as well, Felicita.  I was so excited to hear
about the engagement.  We wanted to have something to do to be involved."

   "Thanks, Kate, we really appreciate all this, but it's not necessary. 
Really, it's not.  We thought this would be a small private affair."

   Kate grinned.  "Since when does Ross give a small party?"

   I laughed and admitted defeat.  "You win.  Let's have a party.  How did
you arrange this so quickly?"

   "Well, we kind of started working on it when Ross first heard about the
engagement."

   There was really nothing that needed doing.  Everything had been
arranged.  The three of us walked around looking at the tent set up around
the pool, the ice sculpture, the food being laid out, the DJ setting up his
equipment, even a photographer.  It was overwhelming, especially for
Felicita.  I had been to parties here before and Kate was right; they had
always been grand affairs.  When Ross suggested an engagement party, I just
expected something less, but it didn't matter.  We were going to have a
great time and I knew Ross really wanted to do it for us.

   Ross got in at 5:30.  Kate had gone inside to get dressed while Felicita
and I were sitting by the pool, talking.  "What do you think, my boy?" Ross
called out as he stepped through the French doors, his arms waving to
indicate all the preparations.

   "I think you spent too much money," I told him.

   "Nonsense.  You're getting married.  How often does that happen?"

   "Once," I said with surety.  "Only once."

   "See?  I only have one chance to get this right."

   A waiter came by and asked us what we would like to drink.  Felicita
asked for a mango daiquiri.

   "You can have that, but I think you'll be disappointed," I told her. 
"What passes for a mango here is a far cry from what you're expecting." To
the waiter, I explained, "She's from the land where the daiquiri was
invented."

   "How about a piña colada?" he suggested to Felicita.  She nodded.

   "I'll have a scotch on the rocks," Ross told the uniformed man.

   "Rum and Coke," I added.

   He left us to continue our conversation.

   "This looks like a wedding reception," I said to Ross.

   "Naa, this is only the engagement party.  I'll be there for the wedding.
Then we'll throw a big party."

   "I don't think we can throw a party this big in Cuba," Felicita replied.

   "I don't mean to impose, but I'd like to help out with the wedding. 
You're like a son to me, Chris.  I know you don't have any family.  Kate
and I would really like to be that family."

   Hearing Ross say that really touched me.  "You're making me get all
emotional," I said, blinking back a tear or two.

   Ross reached out and put a hand on my shoulder.  "This is a special time
in your life, in all our lives.  Kate and I want to be a part of it."

   Felicita delicately put her hand on top of his.  "We'd be static to
accept."

   Ross and I looked at her quizzically for a moment.  Then it hit me what
she was trying to say.  I didn't want to laugh at her mistake so I steeled
myself to keep under control as I explained to Ross, "I think she means
we'll be ecstatic."

   Ross just smiled and said, "Either way, we thank you for letting us. 
This means a lot to us."

   Kate joined us by the pool.  She was, as usual, dressed in a casual but
elegant fashion.  She could make any outfit look courtly.  "What have I
missed?" she asked as she walked up.

   Ross spoke up.  "These kids agreed to let us help with the wedding."

   "Great!  We were hoping, but we didn't want to intrude." Kate looked at
Felicita when she said that.  "I know your family will be taking the lead.
We just want to help."

   "I wouldn't think of not involving Christopher's family," Felicita
replied diplomatically.  When she said that, Ross took Kate's hand and
squeezed it.  It was a small gesture, but I caught it.  It was the movement
of a couple who loved each other, sharing a delight.  I looked forward to a
time when Felicita and I would be a married couple like them.

   The guests started arriving at 7:00.  In addition to pretty much the
entire office, many of my friends from outside the office had been invited.
I had thought my self imposed exile during those nine months I spent
waiting to return to Felicita had alienated me from most of my friends.  I
saw that night it was not the case.  Especially now, with the reason for my
former sadness now clinging to my arm, all was understood and forgiven.  We
were, of course, the center of attention.  Felicita wasn't used to this
grand an event, much less being the guest of honor, but she handled it in
stride.

   There was one moment when I wasn't sure how to act.  Something caught my
eye, and made me feel a slight panic deep down inside.  Ellen was coming
out of the house.  I was surprised to see her there.  If it had not been
for Felicita, Ellen might have been the one woman I could settle down with.
I had pushed her out of my mind but here she was.  I wondered who had
invited her.  I foolishly thought for a brief instant that I might avoid
her all night.  Fat chance.  She was there because of me.

   It was hopeless.  I was going to have to face her.  She was all smiles
when she finally caught up with us.  I was starting to sweat, and it wasn't
because of the late summer weather.

   "Chris!" I knew that voice.  I had heard it scream out in orgasm.  I had
heard it speak in a sultry fashion on the phone, inviting me over for
dinner and a movie.  It was time to face the music.

   "Hi, Ellen," I said with as much courage as I could muster.  I had been
shelled by revolutionaries and not been as nervous as this.

   "And you must be Felicita," Ellen said.  Felicita smiled and took the
offered hand.  "I'm Ellen." I was waiting for the proverbial other shoe to
drop.

   Felicita politely answered with the one question I had hoped we could go
all night without having answered.  "It's nice to meet you, Ellen.  How do
you know Christopher?"

   Ellen looked at me and smiled a dangerous smile.  I prayed for an
earthquake, tornado or other sudden natural disaster.  My prayers were not
answered.

   Ellen said, "Chris and I go back a ways.  He and I dated before he went
to Cuba.  We tried to start things back up after he came home, but his
heart wasn't in it.  He was devoted to you." Then, addressing me, "You look
very happy, Chris.  I'm glad you found what you were looking for.  The two
of you have my wishes for all the happiness you can find."

   Felicita now regarded the blonde coolly, having realized this woman had
been her competition.  I could just barely perceive a tenseness develop in
her grip.  We had never discussed whom we had been with after I left Havana
the first time.  Felicita now knew she had just met my whom.  I remembered
Stacy's words: It nearly drove Ellen crazy.  She ended up in analysis. 
Images of Fatal Attraction passed before my eyes.  Would Ellen make a
scene? I don't think I even breathed, ...  waiting.

   Ellen caught the change in Felicita's demeanor as well.  "Take good care
of him, Felicita.  I almost had him.  I hope you can hold on to him." Ellen
had a wicked smile on her face as she looked Felicita in the eye, and then
turned.  Ellen didn't leave the party.  She walked to the other side of the
pool and struck up a conversation with some of our mutual friends as she
watched Felicita and me.  I'd rather face Cuban soldiers than the situation
I now found myself in.

   "An old girlfriend?" Felicita asked.  I could tell by the sound of her
voice that she was trying to downplay the scene but it still affected her.

   "Yes," I croaked, suddenly very much in need of something to drink.  Who
in hell invited her?  I wondered.  I couldn't think of what to say next
that wouldn't further antagonize the situation.  My life had been perfect a
few minutes ago.  How could I get back to that point?

   Kate provided my salvation.  She had seen Ellen talking to us and had
watched as the obviously less than cordial parting took place.  Kate walked
over with a stiff drink, which she handed me.

   "Who was that woman?" she asked.  I told her Ellen's name.  "Oh, that's
Ellen.  I only spoke to her on the phone, when I invited her to the party."
She saw my shocked expression and realized she had made a terrible mistake.
"I went through your contacts list in Outlook and called up all your
friends who weren't with the company to invite them as well.  She was on
your list."

   Damn!  I had never deleted her name.  I guess I never expected to be
attending an engagement party and having to face my former flame.

   "Was that a mistake?" Kate asked apologetically.

   Before I could answer, Felicita spoke up.  "We both have people in our
past.  It's inevitable that we will run into them.  We have to deal with
this."

   Seeing things were now under better control, Kate left us.  I wouldn't
be surprised if she was scheming of a way to get Ellen to leave the party.

   Once we were alone, Felicita turned to me.  She took my face in the
palms of her hands, speaking very quietly to me.  "You know I was no virgin
when I met you.  I'm sure you will run into my old boyfriends back in
Havana.  We both need to learn to handle this.  We're committed to each
other now.  What is in the past doesn't matter anymore." In my relief, I
felt as if I was going to collapse.

   "Thank you.  I want to explain about -," I started to say.

   "No.  You don't need to explain to me, Chris.  I know you slept with
that woman after you came back here.  You told me.  I just didn't expect to
meet her at our engagement party.  I also told you I slept with someone
after we parted.  That's over.  What it taught us was that we wanted to be
with each other and not anyone else.  I don't regret doing it and you
shouldn't, either.  I have the person I want to be with for the rest of my
life, right here.  I love you, Chris."

   I leaned forward and kissed her.  It was a deep, passionate kiss.  I
forgot we were being watched by everyone at the party.  Everybody had seen
the exchange with Ellen and those who didn't know who she was quickly found
out.  It had gotten much quieter when Ellen walked away from us.

   The DJ stopped the song that was playing and came on the microphone. 
"Let's hear it for the happy couple, what do you say?" Clapping and cheers
erupted from the relieved crowd.  The tension had been broken.  "Here's a
special song for them to dance to." He started playing that old song from
the 1980's, Tonight I Celebrate My Love.

   "I think we're supposed to dance," I told Felicita.  She smiled and slid
her arms down around my neck.  We danced as our friends watched.  At one
point, I saw Ellen still watching us as well.  As she saw I was looking at
her, she raised her glass in salute.  I didn't know if I should be relieved
or terrified.

   Ellen left the party soon after.  I kind of wished our Cuban security
detail was still with us for when we went back to my apartment.  The rest
of the evening went much better.  There were toasts and dancing.  The food
was typical for a party given by Ross and Kate - exquisite.  Felicita was
introduced to everybody she hadn't already met at the office.  Many of the
guys pulled me aside at some point and told me how lucky I was.  I didn't
have to hear that.  I already knew.

   Felicita was in the midst of a group of the women, and I also saw that
Kate was there, discreetly keeping a watchful eye over her.  When I
wandered over, I heard them discussing wedding details.  The conversation
was just beginning to broach the topic of a bachelorette party when one of
the women noticed me approaching.  "Shhh!  Here comes the groom," she
admonished the others, to the accompaniment of giggles.

   "I've been hearing about the American wedding traditions," Felicita said
when she saw me.  "I want our wedding to be a mixture of both of our
cultures."

   There was a chorus of "Aww" from the women.  The group parted to allow
me to step to Felicita's side.

   "Whatever you want, dear," I told her to the delight of the women.

   When the party wound down in the early hours of the morning, we returned
to my apartment without incident, though I did look around carefully for
Ellen's car in the parking lot.  We undressed and fell into bed together. I
didn't get out of that hotspot as quickly as I thought I had.

   "Christopher?" Felitica called out in the darkness.

   I reached for her, finding her breasts, and answered, "Yes?"

   "Did you love Ellen?"

   Ouch!  I was desperately trying to come up with the right answer but
also not wanting to think too long.  I didn't want it to look like I was
trying hard to come up with the right answer, either.  "I thought I did, at
first.  It was falling in love with you that showed me what love truly was.
Before you, I thought I knew what love was.  Once I was with you, I
realized that I had never been in love before.  Not really."

   She was quiet for a few minutes.  My heart pounded as I sweated out the
interminable silence.

   I could hear her smile in the sound of her voice.  "Good answer." She
took my hand and guided it to her nipple, closing her hand around mine. 
Next she rolled over onto me and kissed me.  There was heat and passion in
the kiss.  There was also heat and passion in what followed in the
darkness.

   The next day was spent talking with the moving company.  They sent a
representative over to check out what I had to ship.  I was basically
sending everything over.  I didn't have time to have a yard sale - or the
space - and there was really nothing I wanted to get rid of.  We were going
to need the furniture.  The appliances were staying with the apartment. 
Beyond that it was clothes, a computer, electronics - the usual things a
bachelor accumulates.  He told me they could start packing tomorrow if I
wanted, but they wouldn't finish until Monday because international
shipments required crating.  I expected that and agreed to it.  The company
would handle things after I left.  That meant we would have to move to a
hotel for Friday night.

   I called the office and explained to Agnes what the moving company had
told me.  She had already been made abreast of the situation by Ross.  As
usual, Agnes assured me everything would be taken care of.  Then she asked
if Felicita was nearby.

   "No, but I can get her," I answered.

   "No!  I have to talk to you about the honeymoon and I don't want her to
hear."

   "Ohhh.  OK.  What did you find out?"

   She told me about a couples resort in the Pocono Mountains of
Pennsylvania.  It was rather remote and very romantic.  They usually got
snow by the end of November.  She gave me a web address to look at.  I
thanked her for helping out.

   "I can't believe it's almost time for you to leave.  I'm going to miss
you, Chris."

   "I'll still be back from time to time," I told her.  "You know you and
Ross have been like parents to me."

   "I know.  If your parents were still here, they would love Felicita. 
She's a lucky girl to get you."

   "Thanks.  I think I'm pretty lucky."

   After that, I hung up.  Felicita and I dropped by the office so I could
take care of some final paperwork and clean out my office.  The
arrangements for me to move to Cuba were in place.  I would drop off my car
at the office garage on Friday afternoon and it would be sold for me. 
About all we had left to do was go to the airport on Saturday.  Brian had
been keeping in touch with the main office and Agnes kept me up to date on
what was going on in Cuba.  Everything was under control over there and I
wasn't surprised.

   I got a call from Tim, my doctor, on Thursday afternoon.  Our test
results were in.  We were both clean.  He reminded me that the birth
control pills wouldn't be safe until Monday night.  I thanked him and he
wished me good luck in Cuba.  I told Felicita the good news.

   "No more condoms?" she asked hopefully.

   "We still have to use them until Monday night.  Then, we will be safe."

   "I can't wait.  I want you completely inside me."

   "You will have it soon."

   We went to dinner and a movie Thursday night.  It was something Felicita
hadn't done yet in America.  I was trying to think of everything I could
show her in the time we had left.

   Thursday night was spent in my bed making the springs squeak.  We didn't
try anything new, just plenty of what we had already done.  We used a
variety of positions and Felicita kept reviving me with blowjobs until I
finally succumbed to exhaustion around 1 AM.  I think she could have kept
going, but gave in on my account.  We cuddled together, our sweaty bodies
rapidly cooling in the air-conditioned air and we were asleep in minutes.



   To Be Continued in Chapter 7 - Celebration
   This story is Copyright (C) 2004 by Strickland83.  All rights reserved.

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