Please." She started to cry, "I… I'll be a good girl just… please…" Shh." I hushed her as the barn door opened. "I just wanted to say thanks for cleaning up my room and well shit happens so... well a water pipe leaking on my stuff is no big deal." I smiled softly down at her. "I appreciate it."Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at me. I think it’s the first time she'd ever heard anyone thank her."Kati! Get your ass in the house!" Dad barked at her, "You are already late with dinner!"She quickly folded my shorts that where in her hands and ran to the door. Side stepping our father and running in to the house. I turned to look at him. He was watching her as she ran. "Good fer nothin'… only thing that girl is good at is milkin' cows, cookin', and making a mess." He muttered as he followed her out.I frowned as I too followed. If dad was beating Kati I was sure either he beat mom too or she was in on it. Mom's got the eyes of a hawk.The next few days Kati seemed to keep herself out of. Unspoken questions abounded about time before this day. Had loved ever lived? Had happiness yet been born? Had hope ever yet been given wing?Despite fairytale dreams, time does not always stand still. Brad and Gabby's reverie came to an end and their entwined bodies parted. Some humor was found in the sight of a cock-cum and cunt-cum soaked green ribbon entangled in the middle of a cummy pubic mess.Bradford Garrison scooped his lover up into his powerful arms and began carrying her towards the stairway leading to his wing of the house. Before they exited the kitchen, Gabby snatched up her shoes, her clothing, and her holstered police weapon. They sped three steps at a time up the stairs, ran a sudsy bath, and then cleansed each others love-stained bodies.As passion-mellowed words of endearment flowed like strains of a romantic melody, the highlights of lost time were recalled. Brad had finished his internship, had started a private practice, and somewhere in between had served two.
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