A Sailor's Life
By Submissive Romantic   submissiveromanticone@gmail.com
Edited by Michael Leonard


Prologue:

I had joined the Navy right out of high school. In fact I had joined during my
senior year and reported for boot camp at the Great Lakes Naval Training
facilities just after graduation. Boot camp wasn't too difficult for me.
Standing 5'4" tall and weighing a little over 120 pounds I easily met the
basic physical requirements. Being in excellent shape helped me pass the
physical tests of basic training. One day after several months of training, a
"counselor" asked me if I'd like to volunteer for submarine duty. I hadn't yet
learned to avoid "volunteering" at all costs.

After taking several psychological tests to determine if I could live in the
stressful atmosphere of a submarine and some aptitude tests to determine what
type of job I was best suited for, I qualified for additional training as a
submariner. I was shipped off to Groton, Connecticut for a six-week
introduction course in the basic theory, construction and operation of
nuclear-powered submarines, after which I went on for additional training in
Engineering, primarily for the Auxiliary division. As a machinist mate I would
be working on the boat's control systems for steering and depth control; and
their hydraulic systems, the high pressure air systems, the backup diesel
generator and the atmosphere control equipment, which produces oxygen and
eliminates CO2 and other contaminants; ventilation blowers, coolers for the
air the boat's refrigeration equipment; and damage control and fire-fighting
equipment. In other words, I would receive training in various trades that
would serve me well after my Navy career was over. Upon the completion of my
training, I was assigned to my first boat, the USS OHIO (SSBN - 726), the
first of a new class of submarine - nuclear-powered, fleet ballistic missile
submarines. I got my assignment to the Blue Crew when one of the machinist
mates died in an auto accident while on leave. After being commissioned, and
following our shakedown cruise, the first of the "boomers" left the Atlantic
and transited through the Panama Canal to her new home port, Bangor,
Washington, where we received our first load of Trident C-4 missiles. Soon
afterwards we departed on our first patrol. Truly my life as a sailor had
begun.

Chapter 1

My name is Tom Walker. I grew up in a one-parent family in a small town in
Georgia. I never met my Dad; he was killed in action as the war in Vietnam was
winding down. My Mom was devastated, first by the fact that she had lost the
man she loved, and then by the realization that she was pregnant with me. She
knew that she was going to have to work to keep a roof over our heads, so she
got a job in a supermarket, which paid the bills until she couldn't work
anymore. After I was born and the money began to run out, she took a long hard
look at her situation and decided that the best way that she could provide for
herself and me was to turn to the world's oldest profession. I've seen
pictures of my mother and me when I was a baby. She was beautiful, young and
extremely sexy. She had married my Dad when she was seventeen in order to get
out of an abusive household. I was born less than a year later. She had blond
hair, blue eyes, a great smile, and a figure that Hugh Hefner would have
turned into a household word.

I'm sure at first the business was good for her. Being close to the Navy yard,
she must have had no shortage of paying customers. To me she was a good mom;
she was always home, and although she wasn't a good cook, there was always
food on the table. I never thought about how she made a living when I was in
grade school. I would go to school in the morning, come home from school at
three in the afternoon and always be greeted by my Mom; a glass of milk was on
the table and along with a couple of cookies. In the evening, after I did my
homework, I would watch a little TV and then by nine o'clock I would have to
go to bed. Every once in awhile, I would wake up and come down to go to the
bathroom; inevitably one of my many "uncles" would be sitting on the sofa in
the living room having a beer with Mom.

It wasn't until I became a teenager that I began to realize that my mother was
different from the other mothers. She dressed differently, looked and acted
differently and didn't seem to have any female friends. Now after school, I
would always have to ride my bike over to my friend's house to play. Whenever
I suggested that they come to my house, maybe to spend the night, their
mothers would always insist that I stay with them; which my mother would
always agree to, no questions asked. Some of the older guys in school would
talk behind my back when they thought I couldn't hear. They would say things
like, "Tom's mom is hot." "She's got great tits." "I heard she's a whore." If
I was bigger I'd have started a fight right there; instead, I ignored them and
ran home.

One evening, long after I had gone up to bed, I snuck out of my room and lay
on the floor at the top of the stairs. From there I had a perfect view of the
living room sofa; that was the night of my sexual awakening. There sitting on
the sofa, naked was one of my "uncles"; his hand was moving up and down his
huge cock, as my friends called it, while my mother slowly peeled off her sun
dress. When she was as naked as he was, she knelt between his legs, moved his
hand out of the way, replacing it with both of hers. What she did next shook
me to my core. She bent over and started to first lick it like an ice cream
cone and then took it deep into her mouth like I how I used to eat an ice pop.
The guy, he was no longer an uncle, began to moan as her head bobbed up and
down, faster and faster, until he let out a gasp and seemed to try to shove it
up through the top of her head.

She sat back and reached over a grabbed a sip of her beer. Then she renewed
her playing with his now softened cock. "How about a quick fuck," she asked,
"it'll only cost you another seventy-five bucks?"

When she had it nice and hard again, she got up and straddled his lap,
offering her large tits for him to squeeze and suck, while she settled over
his fully erect cock. I couldn't believe my eyes as I watched it slowly
disappear inside her. I was almost ready to yell out for him to stop hurting
her, when I heard her tell him how big it was and how good it felt. Soon she
was bouncing up and down, faster and faster, until he began to grunt, the
grimace on his face turning to a smile of contentment. I watched my Mom slowly
pull up off him, then she bent over and pulled off a rubber thing which I had
never seen her put on his now wilting cock. She gave him a few quick sucks and
said, "There, all clean." He got up, pulled out his wallet, tossed a pile of
bills on the end table and left. She picked up the cash and left the room. As
quietly as possible, I stood up and retreated back to my room. At the time I
didn't know exactly why, but the front of my pajama bottoms was wet and
sticky. I lay in my bed that night, thinking about everything that I had
witnessed and what it meant. 'The guys in school were right; my Mom is a
whore.' And everything seemed to fall into place.

After that, I spent less and less time at home. By the time I entered high
school, I had a part-time job at night and was doing odd jobs, and fixing
discarded lawn mowers and other pieces of equipment for resale. I made several
new friends in high school, but outside of them I felt like a social outcast.
I wasn't interested in girls and they weren't interested in me. I wasn't gay
or anything like that, sex just didn't occupy my mind, not like it did almost
every other guy in the school.

At home, I watched the business begin to take its toll on my mother. By the
time I was in my senior year, having just turned eighteen, she was just
thirty-five years old but was beginning to look like an old woman. She had to
wear more and more makeup to hide the lines on her face. Her once sexy tight
body began to surrender to the effects of gravity, especially her tits, which
the clothes she wore displayed more than ever. Her drinking became more of a
problem as well. Many mornings I would get up for school, to find her passed
out at the kitchen table, a bottle of cheap vodka and a half empty glass in
front of her along with an ever smaller stack of bills.

Towards the end of my senior year, I got pulled into her decadent world. One
of her 'friends,' a regular demanded that I sit in her bedroom while they had
sex. Of course I said no way. "Tom, please, he's a good customer, always pays
me well, and I don't want to lose him. Please." The first time I did as she
asked, revolted by the sight. Soon it turned into a weekly occurrence. Then
one night, when my mother was in the bathroom, he told me to get naked and to
lie on the bed. When I told him no, he hinted that if I didn't do what he said
he would hurt my Mom, and then me. Because he was a lot bigger than me, I did
what he asked, laying face down on the bed. "No get on your back, I'm not into
little boys." I did what he asked, and before I realized what was happening,
he had cuffed both my hands to the headboard and was tying my feet to the legs
at the foot of the bed with my mother's panty hose.

When I was completely helpless he called out to my Mom, "He's ready, you can
come in now." My Mom slowly entered the room, she was completely naked and I
could tell by the look in her eye that she had been drinking heavily. Her
friend stripped off his clothes and sat in a chair near the bed. "Go ahead put
on a good show and there will be a bonus for you."

"Mom, please don't do this; please don't."

"Shhh, you'll be all right. I'm going to take good care of you, tonight, I'm
going to make you a man," she slurred. "Oh Baby, if I'd had known you were
packing something this big, I might have suggested that we do this sooner."

She crawled onto the bed, up between my legs and taking my cock in her hand
she began gently stroke it. I couldn't control it; my cock responded to her
stimulation with a mind of its own. Soon I was completely hard; that's when
her experienced mouth took me in deep. I could feel her tongue circling around
the mushroom-shaped head as her head began to bob up and down. Deeper and
deeper I would travel into her mouth until I could feel the back of her throat
close over it. I could feel the sensation of her throat trying to swallow, all
the time sending waves of pleasure to my brain.

"Mom, please stop; please let me out, I can't hold it any longer; I'm going to
cum."

With a groan, I felt my balls tighten and I sent my first cum with a woman
down my mother's throat.

She held me, milking me dry as she looked into my eyes. Even with the booze, I
could see the sadness held in those once spellbinding eyes. I was still hard,
held in her hand, as she slowly stroked me while she looked over at her
friend. I glanced over, as well; he was still sitting there stroking his own
cock. The only ounce of satisfaction that I could take away from this depraved
situation was the fact that, at a little over eight inches long, I had at
least three inches on him -- and was a lot thicker than he was.

My attention was diverted back to my mother as she slowly took me back into
her mouth. How she did it I'll never know, but as my cock disappeared deeper
and deeper into her mouth, I could feel it slowly being encased by what I now
knew was a condom. When she finally lifted her mouth of me, I was completely
covered right down to the root. She was good; I had to give her that.

"Mom, please you don't have to do this, I have money, I have a job, and I can
support us. Please don't do this."

"Oh, Baby, you don't understand. I want to do this. I'm really good; you're
going to love it."

I watched, helpless, as she crawled up my body until she was straddling my
hips. She reached down, positioned me at her entrance and I watched as I
slowly disappeared into her. I could feel the heat of her body, even through
the condom, as she settled down completely.

"Oeww you have a big one," she squealed, as she sat on my body getting used to
the fullness. Then she began to move, at first slowly, up and down, and then
she moved her hips in a small circle. All the time she had her eyes closed, a
dreamy look on her face. She bent over offering me her tits to suck on. "Go
ahead baby, suck on it just like you used to do." My mind was on sexual
overload. I surrendered to the pleasure that she was forcing on to me and
began to bite gently on her nipple as I sucked. Her eyes flew open as the
first of her orgasms hit her. I could feel her hips slamming down onto my body
and she soon came for a second time.

"Oh Carl, I missed you so much, so much. Give it to me again, just like
before. It's been so long. That's it, that's it, yes, yes. Oh my God I'm
cumming again."

She screamed and passed out, falling off my body onto the side of the bed.

'Carl, who's Carl?' Then I remembered that was my father's name; and I started
to cry.

I don't know how long I lay there, or when exactly he left, but at some point
during the night my Mom awoke, released me from my bonds and begged me to
forgive her. She was crying hysterically, I tried to comfort her as best as I
could, telling her that I forgave her. But we both knew that we had crossed a
line and that there was no going back.

"Mom, I can't stay here anymore. One of these days one of your friends is
going to push you too far and either you or I will end up dead. You've got to
get help; you're still young and pretty enough to settle down, to find a man
to replace Dad. If you don't, this life is going to kill you. I wasn't going
to tell you, but I've enlisted in the Navy. I'll be going away right after
graduation. I'm going to ask Charlie Taylor if I can stay with him until
then." She was still crying, begging me to not to go, when I closed her
bedroom door and went up to my room.

The next morning, I found her sitting at the kitchen table; the trash can next
to the door was filled with empty bottles of booze. "I know I've been a
terrible mother, I know I'm sick and need help, and I know that you have to
leave. Can you please drive me to the clinic in town? I don't think I can do
it on my own."

I dropped her off on the way to school. After school, I went home with
Charlie. I asked to speak to his parents alone after dinner. Charlie left the
room, heading for the recreation room, while Mr. and Mrs. Taylor took me into
the formal living room and closed the sliding doors behind them.

"Please, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor don't say anything or give me an answer before
you hear my whole story. You know me and I'm sure you know about my Mom; what
she is and what she does for a living." I could tell that made them both a
little uncomfortable, more so Mrs. Taylor who was shifting her feet nervously
back and forth. "Last night she was entertaining one of her friends and,
before I could do anything about it, I was raped." I let that sink in for a
minute, allowing them to think that it was her friend that raped me.

"Harold, we have to do something, call the police or something. Oh you poor,
dear."

"Please, let me continue." I looked directly into Mr. Taylor's eyes and said,
"Calling the police will do no good." I paused then continued, seeing the
recognition in his eyes, "besides, if she's arrested how is she going to
survive? She has no one but me. If you really want to help you can let me stay
here with you until after graduation. I've already joined the Navy on their
delayed entry program. I'll be heading for basic training by the end of
graduation week. This morning I dropped my Mom off at the clinic in town.
She's agreed that she needs help and I believe that she means it."

Mr. Taylor was the first speak, after looking to his wife for her approval.
"Of course you can stay here. Are you sure about the Navy? Don't you think
that college would be a better choice?"

"Thank you both, but at this point in my life I don't think a college would
take me, besides I'd like to give the Navy a try. Who knows, maybe after the
Navy I'll be ready for college. One last thing, please don't tell Charlie
about what happen to me."

"Of course not. Is there anyone else that you have to call, any family?"

"No, I have no one, only my Mom."

Over the course of the next three weeks, I returned to my house to get some
clothes and my savings book. I contacted my Mom, who had been transferred to a
clinic for alcoholics, and asked Mr. Taylor for one more favor.

"Mr. Taylor, I know that you are a stockbroker, and from what I can see around
me, a very successful one at that. I've been working for the last four years
and have a fairly good amount of money that I'd like to invest for the long
term. Where I'm going I won't be needing it any time soon. I'd like to invest
the money in an IPO. I've been watching a company from Atlanta, it's been
opening quite a few stores in the area and I've heard that the owners are
planning on taking the company public in the next couple of months. What I'd
like to do is invest all of my money, a little over $5,000 in the stock."

"Son, that's pretty risky, you could lose everything if the company doesn't
make it. I would rather you invested in several companies, rather than just
one. But that's up to you. What's the name of this company?"

"The Home Depot. I've shopped in one of their stores and they have everything
under one roof. I think they're going to put much of their completion out of
business, once they go public."

"OK, OK. You sold me. I'll draw up the paperwork to open the account tomorrow
at the office. You have to get to the bank and get a check to deposit in your
account. I'll hold it in a money market account until the company goes
public."

Soon after graduation, I packed a minimum amount of clothes, took the rest
back to my house, reminded Mr. Taylor about my investment and, on the Friday
after graduation, got on a train heading to Chicago.

The next chapter of my life was about to begin.

Chapter 2

Unlike many people who join the military, I was perfectly suited for my role.
My small stature and mechanical abilities made me an invaluable asset on the
submarine. Living your life with 154 other men in extremely close quarters is,
however, very difficult unless you are comfortable in your own skin. Privacy
is practically nonexistent on a sub, even one the size of the Ohio. When we
would go out on patrol, we would carry enough food for approximately 60 to 90
days and could travel anywhere in the world, underwater, completely
undetected, which meant that for at least 60 days we would not see the sun. In
fact that was our primary reason for being. We were the United States most
lethal weapon in the cold war; its most effective first strike deterrent. The
knowledge that if we were ordered to fire our missiles at any enemy location
meant that all hell had broken loose and most likely the world was close to
Armageddon; it was a very sobering thought.

It's amazing how quickly you fall into a routine when you're on board a
submarine. Each "morning" (when you're underwater there's no difference
between day and night) I'd get up, dress, have breakfast and report for duty.
I was part of the engineering department and my primary responsibilities
included maintaining the atmospheric systems; the cooling systems for the air,
the air quality systems - scrubbing the air of CO2 and maintaining the level
of oxygen and the water purification and recycling systems. On a new boat,
after shakedown, the systems are pretty much trouble free, but you still have
to maintain them. A typical day is eighteen hours long. The crew is divided
into 3 watch sections; each watch is 6 hours long. When a crew-member is on
watch he is actively operating his assigned equipment. After watch a
crew-member spends the next 12 hours engaged in various activities, such as
attending training sessions and studying for advancement examinations or to
qualify to stand watch at other workstations. Some perform routine preventive
maintenance on their specialized equipment. In our free time we can watch
movies, play cards or various board games, exercise in our gym and have our
meals. After an eighteen-hour day it's easy to fall asleep.

Our living quarters are called berthing areas; each man gets about 15 square
feet for sleeping and storage of personal items. The berths have a reading
light, a ventilation duct, an earphone jack for the boat's audio entertainment
system and a curtain to provide a small, but welcome, measure of privacy.
Because of the challenging living conditions aboard a submarine, the crew
builds a strong bond of fellowship to one another.

I didn't receive my first letter until we returned to port; it had been
seventy-seven days since we had first departed from Bangor. Mail call is
almost as important as shore leave to the crew of a submarine; almost being
the key word. I actually received two letters that day. The first one that I
opened was from Mr. Taylor, my broker, telling me that he had made my stock
purchase and that things were going really well. He had purchased 417 shares
in the IPO on September 23. After a stock split of 3 for 2, I now owned 626
shares valued at nearly $13,200. He told me that he would not do anything with
my shares until he heard from me, which was fine with me as I intended to hold
the stock for a long time.

The other letter was from my mother.

Dear Tom.

I hope you are well and happy. I can't tell you how sorry I am for everything
I have done. I have been an absolute failure as a mother and a woman. Can you
ever forgive me? I've been sober for almost a year now. It was tough at first
but now my previous way of life seems like a horrible dream, which I never
plan to revisit.

I met a wonderful man; William was one of my counselors and has helped me over
the rocky road which I have had to travel. We've been seeing each other
regularly on a personal level for the last several months. He's from the
mid-west, single, about 45 years old, and as straight-laced as they come.
We're planning on getting married next month. I know you won't be able to
come, but I thought you should know. None of this would have been possible
without you. I owe you my life.

I've enclosed a couple of pictures so you can see how I've turned my life
around.

I just have one thing to worry about. Your father used to tell me that a man
wants a wife who's an angel in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom. Well I
certainly qualify for the latter; I just hope I can satisfy him in the
kitchen; hopefully, I won't kill him in either area.

I love you,

Mom

I was still laughing when I pulled the two pictures out of the envelope. The
first was a picture of my mother. She was dressed in a somewhat conservative
for her dress, which accented her natural assets, while not being overly
sexual. With her long blonde hair, a brilliant smile, and wearing high heels
that only made her long legs appear even sleeker, she could have passed for a
finalist in any beauty pageant. The second was a picture of her and a William,
taken at the community pool. I'm sure my Mom turned more than a few heads on
that day. They both looked fit, and made a very good-looking couple.

"Hey who's the good looking babe?"

My buddy and mentor Jake was just passing by my berth as I was looking at the
first of the pictures. I didn't have time to react before he grabbed them out
of my hand and looked at the second; the one by the pool.

'Holy Shit, she's built like a brick shithouse, who is she?"

Taking back the pictures I said, "That's my Mom, and the guy, based upon the
date on the letter, is my new step-dad."

"Sorry kid; I meant no disrespect. Your Mom? I sometimes forget how young you
new guys are. It must have been very tough on you growing up with a mother
that looked like that."

'Jake, you have no idea.'

Jake was a lifer. He had been in the Navy over 25 years and, although being a
little rough around the edges, he had taken a liking to me -- and vice versa
-- and had made my transition to the Navy life a smooth one. As a "puke", a
new submariner, it was Jake who had helped me pass my training tests on all of
the boat's systems; and he was the one who had, during a special ceremony,
presented me with my "dolphins" signifying that I was a qualified submariner.

Soon, thanks to Jake, everyone in my section had had a chance to see the
pictures. I took some more good-natured ribbing about how young and sexy my
mother looked and inwardly I was really proud of her. For the first time in my
life, she looked truly happy.

Now that we had returned to base, we were joined by the Gold crew and for the
next 35 days performed maintenance on the submarine. After our maintenance
period, the Gold crew took control of the boat and set out to sea for the next
seventy-seven days. It was now our turn to do maintenance on the base
facilities, including the dry-dock and the base equipment, order supplies and
parts that were used during the time that the Ohio was in port and to take
additional training on the all her systems. When the Gold crew returned from
patrol, the maintenance period would begin again, after which we would return
to sea.

Each of the crew-members was assigned to the Ohio for three years. At the end
of that period, you could leave the service, request to be reassigned to a new
boat, or re-up for another three years on the Ohio. Of course if you were
staying in the Navy, the final decision was not yours. Fortunately for me, my
Chief Petty Officer liked my work and requested that I remain on board.

My Navy career lasted for a total of eighteen years. I experienced the
millennium change four hundred and fifty feet deep under the Pacific. I had
served under three Presidents and had been promoted to Chief Petty Officer.
The other CPO's tried to convince me to stay; citing among other things that I
almost had my twenty years in order to qualify for my pension. They thought I
was crazy to give that up. Little did they know that I didn't need the
pension. Besides what I had been able to save from my pay, I still owned all
of my Home Depot stock, which had gone through13 stock splits since its
inception. I now owned 142,611 shares with a current value of almost
$8,000,000.

I had spent half my life in the Navy and it was time to begin the next chapter
of my life.

Chapter 3

On June 28, 2000, at the age of 37, I saluted the officer of the deck, stepped
off the gangplank of the Ohio for the last time, and started towards the
transportation center in order to catch the next bus into town. I watched as
other members of my crew were met by loving wives and smiling kids. As I
walked, I saw a face that sort of looked familiar. As we made eye contact I
realized who it was. My mom was still as beautiful as ever; she still looked
ten years younger than her age. When she saw the smile on my face, she
approached me at a brisk pace and threw her arms around me holding me tightly.

"Mom, what are you doing here? Are you OK? Are you here alone? Where's
William?"

"I'm fine; yes I'm here alone; William's back at home. And as to the reason
why I'm here; I never got to see you off when you left for the Navy; I was
damn not going to miss welcoming you back home. This way, I have a rental car,
grab your things and let's get going. We have dinner reservations back at my
hotel. You look so handsome in your summer whites, do you mind staying dressed
that way for dinner?"

"Not as long as I'm dining with a beautiful woman like you. Besides, all I
have left is my work clothes and they're pretty grungy."

As we entered the hotel, we got more than our share of looks; whether it was
my dress whites or the beautiful blond on my arm I'll never know; but neither
did I care. We had about an hour to kill before our dinner reservations and I
hesitated when I asked if we should wait at the bar.

"Tom, I've been sober for more than nineteen years, but I'm a grown woman and
I can handle being in a bar." We sat at a table and she ordered a club soda
with a twist. "Please, Honey, have a drink; we're here for a celebration." I
ordered a pint of Guinness. When the waitress brought our drinks, Mom lifted
her glass and made a toast: "To my son; he turned out to be one hell of a
man." We talked for over an hour, catching up on nearly twenty years worth of
the things that don't get written in letters. They had indeed gotten married
and had made themselves a wonderful life together. They had moved to Nebraska,
where William was from, and had opened a retail shop and done quite well. They
had sold the store when he turned sixty-two and after a couple of years had
retired in Arizona.

At one point in the conversation I couldn't help but ask, "So Mom did you ever
learn how to cook?"

With a chuckle and a gleam in her eyes, she shook her head and said, "No, but
he never seemed to care." We both laughed and soon we were being called for
dinner. I paid the bar tab, over her objections, and proudly walked her into
the dining room, where the conversation continued. When the waiter brought our
check, it was my turn to object when she grabbed it from my hand and charged
it to her room. We walked out of the dining room, and I turned to kiss her
good night.

"Tom, where are you going? You have no place to stay and it's too late to go
anywhere. Why don't you just sleep in my room tonight?"

For a fleeting moment, visions of that night all those years ago, flooded into
my brain, and I hesitated to give her an answer.

"Oh, please! I promise to be on my best behavior, and besides I'm old enough
to be your mother." With a hearty laugh, she took my arm and led me to the
elevator. When we reached her room I was relieved to see that there were two
beds. We each showered and changed into our night-clothes, separately of
course. I was already in bed, when Mom came out of the bathroom. I don't know
why I did it, but as I heard the door open I looked at her just before she
shut the light. She was back-lit by the light from the bathroom and her body,
while more womanly than I had remembered, was still just as sexy.

"Good night, Mom," I said when I knew she was in her bed.

"Good night Tom. It's good to have you back again."

The next morning we had breakfast together. I told her of my plans for the
immediate future. That I wanted to see this great country of ours and that,
after being cooped up in a tin can for nearly two thirds of the last eighteen
years, I wanted to do it on my terms and at my pace. I told her I planned to
hitchhike all over the country, and that I was going to start by seeing
Alaska.

"Please be careful. Will I ever see you again?"

"Of course, Mom; give me your address in Arizona, and maybe I'll surprise you
someday."

"Call first," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "William can be such an
animal sometimes; I think I created a monster."

I filed that under 'way too much information', then got serious and gave her a
big hug and a kiss. "Thank you Mom, you can't image how much I enjoyed this
time we had together."

"Me too Tom, me too," she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks. We parted
company, each going our separate ways, each knowing that we had lost so much
precious time, but thankful to have completely reconciled again.

I found a Sears store in a mall not too far from the hotel There I bought a
pair of jeans to go with my navy work uniform; a couple of shirts, both long
and short sleeved; a one-man tent, and a heavy duty back pack. I packed
everything I could into the backpack, I had given my dress whites to Mom for
safe- keeping, and anything that didn't fit in the pack was tossed into a bin
for goodwill. I stood at the entrance to northbound Interstate 5 before a
trucker stopped to pick me up.

"Where you headed, Son?" he said eyeing my USS OHIO cap.

"Anchorage."

"You on leave?"

"No I'm out for good; now I'm ready to see the USA."

"Come on, hop in. I can take you as far as Vancouver."

He dropped me off near an entrance to Canada's Route 1, but not before calling
out on his CB and arranging for me to get picked up by another trucker who was
heading to Fairbanks. I got picked up about an hour later; the trucker's name
was Red. He was an older man, unshaven and overweight, but he proved to be a
really nice guy, which was good, because the drive to Fairbanks was over forty
hours long.

"Can you drive?"

"No, sorry. I have a drivers license, but I've been on a submarine for the
last eighteen years, so I'm a little out of practice, and there's no way I
could drive a rig like this."

"Too bad, we could have cut a day off our trip if you could drive."

For the next two days, Red would drive nearly eighteen hours a day, then pull
off to the side of the road and get into the sleeping berth in the back of the
cab. When the sun came up, he would head back out onto the road again. Being
an experienced sailor, I could fall asleep standing up if I had to, so I had
no trouble sleeping in the front of the cab with my head resting against the
side window. There was no shortage of conversation during our trip. We talked
about how he became a trucker, my life in the Navy, and any other topic that
came to mind. It seemed that Red was just as happy to have me along as I was
to get a ride.

When we reached the city limits of Fairbanks, Red explained that we first had
to drive through the grounds surrounding Fort Wainwright, which took about
twenty minutes. Soon, we were driving through the city. I had heard of
Fairbanks before, and had pictured a much different place. At this time of
year, if somehow you had been transported and found yourself standing on any
of the streets in the downtown area, without looking at license plates you
would be hard pressed to figure out where you were. You could be in any small
city in almost any part of the country. There were small one-story houses,
convenience stores, small two- and three-story office buildings, residential
developments, and parks and museums.

I thanked Red, we shook hands and said our goodbyes, stepped down from the
cab, slung my backpack over my shoulder and went exploring. To the south of
the city I found a rather large river and a lot of open land covered with pine
and fir trees. I set up my tent in an area near the river, at the end of a
dirt road. From here, I could walk into town; have my meals and experience
life in Fairbanks. During the day the temperature was in the high sixties and
at night it dropped down into the low fifties.

I spent a day at the local branch of my bank, making arrangements to have my
credit card tied into my savings account. I called Charlie Taylor, who had
taken over my account when his Dad retired, and had him transfer ten thousand
dollars from my money market account, where the dividends from my stock were
being deposited, to my savings account. With all my financial business
completed, I felt free to spend a little of my sailor's pay. I replenished my
food supply, bought a CPO jacket at the Army/Navy store in town, and even
splurged one night by staying in a bed and breakfast. It felt really good to
sleep in a real bed again, if only for one night.

I stayed in Fairbanks for about three weeks and then I decided to go back to
my original plan and head for Anchorage. Bright and early the next morning I
packed up my campsite and headed south. After about a half an hour of walking,
a guy in an old pickup stopped.

"Where are you headed?"

"Anchorage."

"Hop in; I'm going in that direction."

We drove for about an hour and a half, talking mostly about the weather and
scenery; then he said, "Well, this as far as I can take you, from here it's
about one hundred and fifty miles; just stay on the George Parks Highway and
I'm sure someone will pick you up; eventually. Good Luck."

I got out of the truck, waved as he turned east, picked up my pack and headed
south. There was very little traffic headed in my direction and the ones that
were heading south didn't seem inclined to pick up a hitchhiker. I walked all
day, through the nearly barren countryside. Out in the distance on either side
of me I could see low mountain ranges, covered with trees. Along the road, a
small river meandered from one side of the road to the other, then disappeared
completely only to reappear a couple of miles later. I must have covered about
thirty miles before I decided to leave the road and set up camp for the night.
Even though it was only the end of September, the nights were all ready
getting cold. That night, as I gazed up at the amazing display of stars, I
spied a "shooting star" cross from the west to the east and I made a wish. 'I
hope I get picked up tomorrow, otherwise I have four more days of walking
ahead of me.'

The next morning I started out at sun-up. Traffic was still light and I had
little hope that I would get a lift anytime soon. It was a little after one in
the afternoon; I'd been walking for about five hours, when I decided to have a
snack. I had a bag of trail mix and emptied my bottle of water. About a
hundred yards to the right of the road I could see the river. 'I'd better
refill my water bottle.' The water was cold and clear, so I filled it and
snapped it back onto my belt. After another couple of hours, I stopped and
took a drink. The road, at this point had climbed a low hill and I found
myself standing at the top, looking down at the valley below. I watched as the
old beat up pickup truck that had passed me only minutes before, headed east
along what appeared to be a dirt road and soon disappeared leaving behind a
cloud of dust. I took another long drink and resumed my trek south. It took me
about a half hour to reach the turn off that the pickup had taken, when I
suddenly felt a grumble in my gut and an intense pain. Panicking, I crossed
the road and ran a short distance down the dirt road. I suddenly felt nauseous
and up came the trail mix. After a few minutes I felt a little better and then
suddenly I had an attack of a different sort. 'Oh, shit.' I dropped my pants,
leaned against a tree and unloaded. When the crisis had passed, I cleaned up
as best I could, pulled up my pants and took a couple of steps back towards
the road, when I felt another attack coming on. Afterwards I thought 'There's
no way I can go on now; maybe if I travel up this road, I can find the guy
with the pickup and he can put me up for the night.'

I started up the road, which at times became only a path between trees and
seemed to branch off in various directions. I stayed on what I thought was the
right path for what seemed like a mile or so. With each step I felt weaker and
weaker. I began to sweat and had another attack until I knew there was nothing
left inside of me. The path turned to the right around an outcropping of rock
and when I turned the corner I was confronted with a large hand painted sign:
"Black Jack Mine No Trespassing".

Suddenly I heard the pump of a shotgun and a moment later a booming voice yell
out, "Who the fuck are you? Can't read? Get out!" I looked, and just before I
passed out, I thought I saw my mother, only bigger, pointing a shotgun at me.

I woke up in a strange bed; the room had no windows and was lit by a single
candle. "Hello, is anybody here?"

Suddenly I heard a chair scrape along the floor and the body of a woman filled
the doorway. "I see you finally woke up, Tom Walker; how are you feeling?"

"My head is killing me and my body aches, but other than that I'm fine. How do
you know my name?

"From your driver's license, you're a long way from home back in Georgia."

My hand shot under the covers, searching for my wallet. Not only was my wallet
missing; everything else I was wearing was missing as well.

"Don't worry. After I carried you back to the house, I had to get you out of
your clothes, get you cleaned up and put you to bed. Your clothes are hanging
in the shop; they should be dry by now."

I tried to get up, but when I did the room started to spin and I flopped back
down onto the bed.

"Easy Tom, you've been out for two days. The fever broke last night, but
you're going to feel really weak for the next couple of days. What did you do;
drink the water from the river?"

"Yeah, I guess it was about an hour before you found me."

"I had the same reaction to it when I first came here with my husband and
daughter. Your body gets used to the bacteria after a while, but in the
beginning it hits you really hard. I boil most of our drinking and cooking
water; it kills most of the bacteria."

"Can you please give me my clothes so I can get dressed and get going; I don't
want to cause you anymore trouble?"

"No, I don't think I will. First of all, a cold front came through yesterday.
Last night we got twelve inches of snow and it looks like we're going to get
more tonight, so it won't be safe to travel anytime soon. Secondly, I have
plans for you. I think you can help me with a problem I have. And finally,
I've been awfully lonely out here since my husband died a couple of years ago;
I certainly could use some company."

"Well can I at least have my clothes?"

"No, not yet; not until I'm sure that you won't try to leave."

"I can't walk around naked; what about your daughter?"

"You have nothing we haven't seen before; in fact, for a little guy, I'd say
you've been truly blessed. And as for my daughter, she's eighteen and old
enough to learn about men. For now, you just rest; I've got some things to do;
I'll be later to check up on you."

She got up from the chair she was sitting in and as she started to walk
towards the door I studied her more closely. She was tall, looked to be about
six feet in height, but I didn't have any reference point to judge by except
for the doorframe. She had blond hair, blues eyes and a hard, tough expression
on her face -- until she smiled, which softened her features. Although she was
wearing a flannel shirt, I could tell that she had broad shoulders and a large
chest. Her waist was thick, as were her legs; her jeans were well-worn and
clung to her like a second skin.

"I don't know your name."

"Katrina, but you can call me Kat, and my daughter is Ella."

"Where is she?"

"She's outside working; she'll be in later for dinner."

"Kat; thank you for helping me."

"There's no need for thanks. Here in Alaska, we help each other when we have a
problem; it's the only way we can survive out here. Now get some rest."

I turned over and fell back to sleep.

When I woke up again, the candle was considerably shorter then it was before.
I looked over at the chair and saw a shirt, a pair of underwear and my jeans.
I guess Kat had had a change of heart. I got up, got dressed and walked out
into a large room. It appeared to be a combination living- and dining-room.
There was a small pot-belly stove in one corner; a table and four chairs were
close by. On the other side was what appeared to be a very rustic, handmade
leather sofa and two matching chairs. A small fireplace and chimney were
centered on a wall. There was a door in the center of another wall, flanked by
two windows, one on each side. They appeared to be the only windows in the
house. I looked out one of the windows and was surprised to find that the
house was actually situated in a cave with a large entrance, which let light
in through windows. The front wall of the house appeared to be about three
feet thick.

I opened the door and found myself in a small foyer. 'Ingenious,' I thought,
as I closed the door behind me before I opened the second door which led
outside, 'it serves as an airlock, just like in a sub, but instead of keeping
out the water, it help keep out the cold.' I stood on what served as the front
porch; there were two rocking chairs and a small table. I was still at least
ten feet inside of the cave, the roof of which protected the house from the
elements. Outside, everything was pure white, covered with about a foot of
snow, and it appeared to be starting to snow again. I turned around and
re-entered the house.

Just then, Kat appeared from somewhere off to my left, carrying a large pot.

"I see you're up. Are you hungry, I made venison stew for supper?"

Realizing that I was I said, "I'm so hungry I could eat a bear."

"Sorry, we ate all the bear last week." She must have seen the expression on
my face and burst out laughing. "We don't get many bear in this area, they
stay closer to the larger rivers; better fishing. Let's get the rest of our
meal ready, Ella will be back soon."

I followed her, admiring the way she walked. I had been pretty close; now
standing next to her, I figured she was a little over six feet tall. From a
wooden cabinet she pulled three large bowls and three sets of knives and
spoons. I set the table as she cut large chunks of homemade bread. The smell
from the pot of stew, which she had placed on the stove, was filling the room.
I hoped that Ella would get here soon.

Suddenly I heard the pounding of boots, and a few moments later the sound of
the outer door slamming shut. Two more minutes went by and then the inner door
opened. I was staring at a carbon copy of Kat, only bigger. Ella was at least
six inches taller than her mother, more than a foot taller than me. She had
the same blond hair and blue eyes and she was very pretty.

"Ella, why don't you show Tom where the shower and the outhouse are while I
finish getting dinner ready."

"Sure, Mom; just let me get a change of clothes." She left the room for a few
moments and returned with her clothes rolled up under her arm. She put on a
pair off moccasins just as Kat handed me a pair.

"Come on, Tom; follow me." She grabbed my arm and practically pulled me across
the room and out of the house.

We walked off to our left through a small opening between two rocks, down a
short tunnel and emerged in a second, smaller cave. At one side was a small
waterfall, forming a pool of water at its base. The water from the pool flowed
across the back of the cave and down into a small alcove about thirty feet
away, a crude but effective seat was built into a thick board that spanned the
running water beneath; which continued to flow out of the cave.

After I inspected this indoor-outhouse I turned and started walking back to
the shower. Apparently Ella was not the least bit embarrassed about her body.
While I was gone she had stripped off her work clothes and was now standing
completely naked, the water cascading down over her head as she lathered her
body with a bar of soap. Instantly my body reacted to her nakedness, my cock
coming alive. Her big breasts seemed to defy gravity, each topped with a large
erect nipple, and her pussy was tufted with blond hair. But it was the size of
her arms and shoulders that caught me the most by surprise. As she soaped up
her head, the muscles seemed to explode out of her thick arms. I watched
spellbound as she turned her back to me. I could see the muscles of her back
ripple as she moved, and her ass was tight and well formed. There didn't
appear to be any fat on her body.

Quickly, before she turned around, I ran back the way we came, slowing down
when I was out of sight, praying for my erection to subside so I could
re-enter the house. I took my moccasins off before I went inside. When I
looked into Kat's eyes she smiled at me and laughed.

"From the color of your cheeks, I can assume you've discovered that Ella is
not at all shy about undressing in front of strangers. Don't worry, I'm not
mad. In fact, that is part of the problem that I want you to help me with. You
see, Ella has always been around nudity. When she was growing up her father
and I hardly ever dressed when we were in the house. We weren't ashamed of our
bodies and didn't see any reason to hide ourselves from Ella. When her father
died, Ella and I just continued the practice. The only reason we're dressed
now is because you're here. I figured you'd be more comfortable if we put on
clothes rather than have you remove yours."

I heard the outer door open and turned just in time to see Ella shut the door
behind her; her hair was still wet and her shirt was only half way buttoned
exposing almost half of her substantial breasts. "There you are; I was hoping
you found your way back here. I didn't see you come back from the outhouse, I
must have missed you when I was washing my hair." Kat gave me a knowing smile
and turned her back to us as she finished with her preparations.

"Please sit; Tom, you sit here across from Ella."

She placed a large bowl of the stew at each place setting; there was bread and
corn on the cob. The stew was very meaty, along with potatoes and sliced
carrots. It was delicious.

"Isn't my Mom a great cook?"

"It's wonderful," I replied, forcing myself to look away from Ella's chest and
into Kat's eyes.

After dinner, I helped Ella clear the table, but when I offered to help Kat
with dishes, she told me to stay and keep Ella company. We went into the
living room section but, before we sat down Ella, took me by the hand and led
me to her room. "This is my room; it's basically the same as Mom's as you can
see." I looked around the room. There was a large bed, a chest of drawers and
a chair, just like the other room. That's when it hit me: if these were the
only two bedrooms, where was I going to sleep tonight?

We returned to the living room and sat next to each other on the sofa. I had
to admit it was very comfortable. We talked for a while, I told her that I had
just gotten out of the Navy and that I had served on a submarine, which she
thought was really cool. She asked if there were any women in the crew and
when I told her that they don't let women serve on subs, she gave me a puzzled
look and asked why. "Because," I told her, "it would cause a lot of problems,
they would have to redesign the sub to put in separate bathrooms, showers and
sleeping quarters and that would take away from the space needed for other
equipment, and it would cause a lot of sexual tension having men and women
living together in such close quarters.

"I don't know why the women couldn't just use the men's bathrooms and showers.
I know that's what I would do." I laughed as I imaged her trying to fit into
our sleeping berths and the riot she would cause taking a shower; fights would
break out trying to get in the shower next to hers. That's when I realized
just how young and na##ve she was.

She suddenly changed the subject to her mother, telling me all the great
things about her. How her Mom and Dad had settled out here in the middle of
nowhere; how they had built the house; what a great cook she was; and how
lonely they've been ever since her father had died. I had the strangest
feeling that she was trying to hook me up with her mother and that Kat was
trying to hook me up with her daughter.

I asked her what she was doing today. After a slight hesitation, she said,
"Well, this morning I chopped down a couple of trees and carried them back to
the shop where I split them for firewood. I brought some wood into the
cookhouse for Mom. And in the afternoon, while she still in Fairbanks, I
worked the mine; carrying buckets of dirt up to the sluice box, looking for
gold."

At that moment Kat re-entered the house, smiled at us both and went into her
bedroom. I watched her as she straighten up the bed and, figuring that this
was as good a time as any, I asked, "Kat, this is your bed; where am I going
to sleep tonight?"

"Right here with me," she said with a smile.

"If you want, I can sleep on the sofa."

"And why would I want you to do that? There's plenty of room on the bed, and
if you're thinking about getting out of line, I'm warning you right now,
nothing is going to happen in this bed unless I want it to happen. I suggest
you make a trip down to the outhouse now, while the air is still relatively
warm in there, because by the middle of the night it can get pretty cold. Oh,
and you better take a candle with you; the one I put in there this afternoon
was getting pretty low."

I did as she suggested, and afterwards, as I dipped my hands in the pool of
water to wash up, I was surprised to find that the water was very warm. When I
returned to the house, I saw that Ella's door was closed and when I entered
Kat's bedroom I found her lying on one side of the bed under the covers. I was
about to get undressed, planning on sleeping in my shorts, when I realized
that the candle was still lit. I crossed the room and was about to blow it
out, when I heard Kat whisper, "Don't; I want you to be able to see." Thinking
she meant so I won't bang into anything, I left the candle, took off my shirt
and jeans, and pulled back the covers so I could get into bed. In the
flickering light of the candle I could see that Kat was completely naked and
just that alone sent the blood surging to my cock.

"Tom, just take them off too, and come to bed, please."

As if in a trance I did as she asked and soon I was snuggling up next to her
magnificent body. "Tom, it's been a long time since I've had a man in my bed,
I'm a little nervous."

"Kat, I'm just as nervous as you are; it's been a long time for me as well. In
the navy, aboard a sub filled with men you have a tendency to bury those kinds
of desires. For me, I buried them really deep. Being here with you and Ella
has brought them back up to the surface; I hope I won't be a disappointment."

I slipped under the covers and felt the heat radiating off of her body. One of
her long arms snaked under my shoulders and pulled me close; soon I found
myself lying on top of her. Our lips locked in a sweet embrace. My hand
caressed her shoulder and slid down her body coming to rest on her breast. It
felt heavy and solid; her long hard nipple poked into my palm. A soft moan
escaped her lips as I felt her arch her back trying to force more of it into
my hand. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and gently rolled it
back and forth. Kat broke the kiss and hissed, "Suck on my tits," as she
pushed me down her body.

I took the nipple between my lips, and flicked it with my tongue, occasionally
nipping on it with my teeth. I switched to the other nipple and repeated the
process. I slid my body off to her side, still attached to her nipple, and my
hand moved lower down her body. I felt her legs open granting me access to her
pussy. With an open hand, I gently rubbed, up and down her lips. I could feel
the heat emanating from her, as her hips gyrated up off the bed. Her hand
suddenly grabbed hold of my cock and alternately squeezed and pulled quickly
bringing me dangerously close to the point of no return. I slipped two fingers
into her already dripping opening, as I bit down on her nipple. Her ass flew
up off the bed, her body shook, and the hand that was holding me squeezed me
so hard that I was momentarily fearful that Kat might pull it right off my
body as she let out a low guttery moan. Time seemed to stop. There was nothing
except Kat and me. And then she stiffened and fell back down on the mattress.

I felt her hand slowly and gently move along my length. "Kat, please, I can't
control myself much longer."

"Then don't," she responded as she turned me over onto my back and moved up
over me kneeling between my legs. Leaning forward, she moved her hand down and
her mouth over the head, her tongue circling the crown.

"Oh God Kat, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I yelled as I surrendered to her
onslaught of my over-stimulated cock. I felt the pressure of her sucking
increase as I exploded. It felt as if she was turning me inside out.
Momentarily emotionally and physically exhausted, I collapsed back onto the
bed as Kat sat back, and smiled her hand still wrapped loosely around my cock.

"Hmmm, a little salty, but not bad; my Eric used to love when I would do
that." She began to work her hand up and down my still erect cock. "I can't
believe how big it is," she said with a sense of awe. "Eric was a big man,
almost six and a half feet tall, and I thought he was big, but you have at
least two inches on him and yours is thicker as well. I think I'd better start
out on top so I can control the pace for a while."

She released my cock and straddled my hips, trapping it between her body and
mine. Kat slowly and seductively moved her dripping pussy along my cock, her
hands were pressing down on my shoulders as if she going for a pin in
wrestling, effectively trapping me in place, as if I ever wanted to escape.
When she decided that it was well lubed, she placed my cock at her entrance
and slowly began to engulf me. I could feel her wet heat and the incredible
tightness as more and more of my cock disappeared. Her eyes were closed and
her mouth was partially open as if she was going to speak but no words escaped
until I felt her body pressing down on mine.

"Oh Tom, I've never felt so stuffed. Let me get used to the sensation."

Taking my hands in hers, she guided them to her full firm breasts, "Squeeze
them, massage them," she whispered as she began to lift up allowing most of my
cock to escape her furnace, only to recapture it once more. Again and again,
faster and faster, she rose and fell, as I marveled at the firmness of her
breasts. It seemed that neither gravity nor father time had had any effect on
them. I twisted her nipples as I had done before. Her eyes flew open as I felt
the first tremors of the orgasm overwhelm her.

"Oh my God, here I cum again; ugh, ugh ugh," were the only sounds as she
ground her body into mine.

Kat fell to the side and onto her back, pulling my body on top of her. Still
firmly engulfed by her pulsating pussy, she urged me on. "Give it to me hard
and fast. Oh, God, it feels soooo good; don't ever stop. Harder yes, harder
that's it." The sounds of slapping flesh and the sighes of passion filled the
room, until I could feel the cum rumbling up through my body. Her orgasms were
hitting her one after another until they seemed like one long never-ending
climax. Her long, tree-like legs, were over mine, her hands grabbed hold of my
ass pulling me deep inside of her, as I shot my cum and collapsed on her
chest.

After several minutes reveling in the feelings her body was sending through my
body, I kissed her on the lips, neck and one of her nipples as I withdrew my
slowly deflating cock from within her. I thought I heard a small gasp and
looked back just in time to see the bedroom door close. "I think we had an
audience," I whispered."

"I know," she replied with a giggle, "I should go in there and give her a good
spanking, but she's a lot stronger than me and I'm afraid things might get
turned around." I shuddered at the realization that Ella was a lot stronger
than Kat who was a lot stronger than me, and that I should never, ever get
that teen-aged amazon mad at me. 'I wonder if I pissed her off already by
sleeping with her Mom.'

"Never mind about Ella, I'll deal with her tomorrow. Right now I just want you
to hold me."

The next morning I awoke first, still spooned with Kat. I could feel her chest
rise and fall with her shallow breathing and the rhythmic beating of her
heart. My cock was nestled between her thighs. Before my now-awakening cock
started something I wasn't sure I was up to finishing, I quietly as possible
eased my arm out from under her and, grabbing my discarded clothes from the
previous night, I slipped out of the room, heading for the outhouse and a
shower. After taking care of business, I looked around the cave, and spotted a
single piece of rustic furniture that held clean towels and washcloths. I was
amazed at the temperature of the water as it cascaded over a rock ledge and
dropped eight feet into the pool below. The water, although not quite hot, was
comfortably warm, perfect for a long relaxing shower. I found a bar of
hand-made soap on a ledge that had been hewn out of the smooth rock face, and
started to lather up my body. After rinsing, I took the soap in my hands and
started lathering my head. I had just stepped under the water to rinse, when I
heard a voice seemingly right next to me, "Do you want company?"

At first I panicked, not knowing if it was Kat or Ella. I felt a hand take
hold of me and pull me close to her. As the flow of water down my face ceased
and my vision cleared, I was relieved to be looking up into Kat's smiling
face. "Expecting someone else?"

"Relieved that it's you," I said pulling her head down so I could give her a
kiss.

"Then you're lucky; it's seven o'clock, Ella is already out checking the traps
or out hunting. She'll be back around nine, so you have plenty of time to help
me wash my back."

I took the washcloth from her hand and started to wash her back, marveling at
the expanse of the back and shoulders. At a little over six feet she was about
eight inches taller than me, but her body seemed so much wider. Her muscles
were well-defined, not from weight lifting, but rather from the day-to-day
life of frontier woman. Without a strong man around, Kat and Ella had to do
all the work themselves. All the heavy lifting, the back-breaking work that
Eric had done, they were now doing on a daily basis. The hard work had built
up her arms and legs, and she had long ago worked off any unwanted fat from
her body.

I worked my soapy hands over her entire body, paying homage to her fantastic
breasts and drawing moans of desire as I soaped up between her legs. "Do me
here and now, fast and hard, like a cave man would do his mate," she begged. I
turned her around and had her place her hands on the rock wall behind us. I
felt somewhat guilty about the lack of foreplay, but soon found that there was
no need as I slipped deeply into her in one long quick movement. This was not
love-making, this was pure animalistic sex. The sounds of the water splashing
into the pond being over whelmed by the grunts, groans and screams as our
mutual orgasm shook our world. When we finally calmed down, almost demurely,
we cleaned up once again and hurriedly dried ourselves and dressed before Ella
returned.

Back in the dining room, I set the table, and then followed Kat out to the
cook-house, which was located on the opposite side of the main house from the
bath down a short winding tunnel which opened into a large cavern. The ceiling
was at least twenty feet high, the room itself was about two hundred square
feet with one large window and a small door facing out towards the outside of
the mountain and a small opening to another tunnel that led deeper into the
mountain. On the wall in between were a large table, an even larger hearth and
fireplace, and a storage cabinet. A steady flow of water came out of a short
pipe that protruded from the back wall, spilling onto a rock ledge before it
dripped down the side of the wall and down, out of sight into the tunnel which
led deeper into the mountain. I stood taking in all that surrounded me,

"This place is amazing. You have all the modern conveniences, running water
and everything."

Kat busied herself gathering items for breakfast and said, "Eric designed and
built everything. He was an engineer by trade, having graduated from the
university in Stockholm, Sweden. He came to America, and settled in the west.
He got a job as a wrangler on the ranch next to my parents' in Idaho and fell
in love with the cowboy life. I met him one day while I was out riding the
fence line between the ranches. It was a hot day and he was out there with no
shirt, his body glistening with sweat, fixing a section of fence. I was
seventeen years old, tall and awkward, and for me it was love at first sight.
We got to know each other better, and after I graduated from high school, he
asked me to marry him. But he said, before we could be married he wanted to
have a house and land of his own. He made me promise to wait for him. He left
for Alaska the next day.

"With his life savings he bought a thousand acres of land, including this
mountain, and began to carve out a place for us. It was almost two years later
that he returned to me. We married, spent that winter with my parents, and the
next spring drove up here with everything I owned. It was a little
overwhelming at first; all that was completed was the main part of the house.
You had to go outside to reach the cook-house, and the outhouse was just that:
a small wooden shack over a deep pit. But he showed me his plans and designs
and said with my help we would beat the odds and carve out a good life here in
the wilderness.

"And that's when he pulled a small bottle of gold colored nuggets out of his
pocket. I had never seen raw gold as it came out of the ground and it took a
while for it to sink in. 'I found these while I was digging out the dirt from
the new cook-house. I'm hoping that there will be more on the other side of
the house.' Five years later Ella was born and, for the next fifteen years we
worked on the existing rooms, expanded the cooking area, connecting it to the
main house, dug out the cavern for the outhouse and shower, diverted the water
from a hot spring that Eric discovered further up the mountain, to feed both
the shower and the cook-house, and finally dug a tunnel down to a natural cave
which serves as a workshop. With the house completed, Eric spent much of his
time digging small caves into the side of the mountain, using water that runs
from a small creek fed pond to run our sluice box. We were finding enough gold
to fund our wants and needs, and put away something for Ella's future.

Slowly Kat stopped her busy-work as she related the next part of her tale.
"One morning I got up early and let Eric sleep while I went to make breakfast.
When I came back I found him still in bed. Playfully, I pulled off the covers
and jumped on the bed; that's when I discovered that he was dead. When I got
over the initial shock, I got a hold of myself and, with Ella's help, carried
him out to the front of the house. We buried him in the shade of a large tree.
To this day I don't know what killed him. It could have been a heart attack,
or a stroke; at that point all I cared about was how I was going to carry on,
bringing up my then teen-aged daughter. Was it going to be here or was I going
to admit defeat and head back to home. Fortunately for me, having Ella here
was like having a grown man around the house. Even at that age, she was as
strong as a man and could help with anything that had to be done. I told her
that it was her decision if and when we ever left our mountain behind."

Up until this point I let her tell her story, not wishing to interrupt. It
seemed to me that I was probably the first person that she had opened up her
heart to, and I could see all the pent up emotions rushing out. I held her
tightly, trying to comfort her, as she sobbed quietly in my arms.

After about ten minutes she said, "Sorry; I don't know what came over me, but
I feel a lot better now."

"Don't be sorry. You've gone through a lot, a lot more than most people, and
sometimes you just have to let it out. I'm happy I was here to help."

"I am too, I didn't realize just how lonely I really was until you came along.
Last night was really special for me; thank you for everything. If you want to
leave I'll do everything I can to see you get to Anchorage safely."

I had forgotten that technically I was being held here against my will.

"What happens if I don't want to leave?"

She looked at me a smile slowly coming to her face and a twinkle to her eye.
"I was sort of hoping that you'd say something like that." She wrapped her
arms around me, lifting my hundred twenty five plus pounds as if it weighed
nothing at all. "But you're going to have to earn your keep; there's no free
rides up here in Alaska," she said kissing me deeply and twirling me around.

When she finally put me down, and after I caught my breath, I said kiddingly,
"I thought I did last night."

"Oh that was only a down payment, you'll have to work a lot harder than that
if you want to stay here with Ella and me," she said with a hearty laugh.
"Keeping me happy is only one of your jobs, I'll think of more later. Right
now you can help by carrying that pot of coffee into the dining room, while I
finish up these biscuits."

As it turned out I wasn't going anywhere any time soon anyway. The winter came
early that year to Alaska; we found ourselves snowed in, the path back out to
the main road would not be passable until spring. During that time I became
more comfortable in my new role as quasi-husband and step-father; although I
could never get used to the fact that Ella was so uninhibited around me. To
keep myself in check, my constant mantra was 'she's your step-daughter, she's
only nineteen years old, and Kat will tear your cock off and shove it down
your throat.' It was quite effective. That is until one night after we had
made love and Kat and I were cuddling under the covers.

"Tom, I have a favor to ask. It's a big one and it involves Ella."

"Kat, you know I love Ella as if she were my own. I'd do anything for either
of you, just ask."

Kat took a deep breath, sighed, and said, "I want you to teach her how to make
love with a man."

Not believing what I had just heard I asked, "You want me to teach her what?"

"I want you to teach her how to make love with a man."

"Isn't that your job? You know, the mother daughter talks... that sort of
thing?"

"No, we've already had those talks; she knows what to do. Maybe I'm not
explaining this right. I want you to show her how to make love; you and her
together."

"Kat, I can't do that; she's your daughter. How can you ask me to do such a
thing?"

"Easily. Look around you; do you see any other person here with one of these?"
she said, taking my flaccid cock into her hand and giving it a squeeze.
"Seriously, I want her first time to be special, to be in a loving atmosphere
with a person that loves her as much as she loves him." She saw the stunned
expression on my face. "Men; you can be so blind sometimes. She's loved you
since that first week that you were here. Why do you think she keeps flaunting
herself in front of you; Ella wants you to notice her, to desire her."

"I've done nothing but notice her since the day I woke up in your bed; she's a
beautiful sexy young woman. But she's also the daughter of the woman I love.
Can't she drive into town on a more regular basis and meet someone there?"

"We talked about that; she's not interested in meeting anyone else, and she
certainly doesn't want to leave here." She continued, "Who says you can't have
more than one love in your life? After all, this is the last American
wilderness."

"I don't know Kat; let me think about it. I can't give you an answer tonight."

Long after Kat was sound asleep, I lay there in our bed pondering the dilemma
she had presented me. 'If I agree to make love with Ella, how is that going to
affect my relationship with Kat; will she become jealous if it becomes more
than just a one-time thing? How will it affect their relationship with each
other? They obviously love each other very much; I can't allow myself to
become a wedge that drives them apart. And finally, what happens if afterwards
one or both of them force me to choose between them; how do I do that?' As I
lay there, the image of Ella, standing under the shower that first day, the
soapy water cascading over her magnificent breasts suddenly popped into my
mind and before I knew it I could feel my cock coming to life. 'Traitor!' I
thought wryly.

For the next several days I spent as little time as possible alone with Ella;
the only time we did spend together was when we were outside, hauling dirt
from the creek bed up to the mining area to be processed or gathering wood. I
watched her in awe as she shed her jacket, and wielded her axe, taking huge
chunks out of the base of a large hemlock tree. With each blow the tree shook
until with a loud crack it came crashing to the ground. Once the tree was
stable, it was my turn to help clear the branches off the main trunk. We would
then cut the trunk into five- or six-foot sections, depending upon its
diameter, with a two-man saw. What I contributed to this effort is debatable.
I spent more time watching the muscles of arms and shoulders expand and
contract as she powered the saw back and forth. When we had the tree cut into
manageable logs, I would stand back, watch her stand one of them on end and
seemingly effortlessly stand up, hauling the log up onto her shoulder. I would
grab the saw and the axe and follow her back to the clearing outside of the
shop.

We would go back several more times; Ella would grab another log, while I
would trim off the smaller branches and carry the larger ones back to the
shop, until we had all of the usable wood outside of the shop. Each of the
logs would be cut into smaller sections with the large saw and then she would
split those sections into smaller pieces. Ella seemed to thrive on this type
of labor; she would come into the shop, take off her jacket and yell, "God, I
feel great!" expanding her chest and arms to their maximum, her shirt barely
able to stay together. She would head up to the cook-house to get something to
eat, while I would help Kat by bringing in dried wood for her candle- and
soap-making, or go back outside and stack the freshly-split wood for future
use; all the time trying to will my erection to subside.

I knew it was coming, and still I was surprised when as Kat and I were getting
ready for bed, Kat blurted out, "Well, have you made a decision?" I tried for
the next thirty minutes to get her to understand why I thought it was a bad
idea, but finally when I knew it was hopeless I gave in.

"Alright; against my better judgment, I'll do it. But on one condition; you
have to be there too."

"OK, but only as an observer. After all, she is my daughter." Kat gave me such
a hug and a kiss that I could have sworn I heard several of my ribs creaking;
then she left the room, disappearing behind Ella's closed door.

They must have talked half the night because I never felt Kat return to our
bed that night. The next morning at breakfast, Kat was all smiles. "You're
going to be working with me today; I want to pour a fresh batch of candles and
I'll need extra firewood. After lunch, you have to take a shower and rest in
our room until I come for you. Ella's going to be hauling dirt in the morning,
and panning for gold in the afternoon. She'll shower later in the afternoon
and get ready."

That afternoon I made one last trip to the outhouse after Kat confirmed that
the coast was clear. When I returned to our room I found a pair of my white
boxers on the bed. I slipped them on and waited patiently for Ella to arrive.
I must have dozed off because suddenly I was awoken by a knock on the door.
The door opened slowly and Ella slowly entered the room followed closely by
Kat. Ella looked angelic, her blond hair twisted into a long braid that hung
down from the side of her head, and she wore a simple white night-shirt that
buttoned down the middle. On an average sized girl it would have reached down
to her knees; on Ella it barely reached the top of her thighs. I stood up
quickly and approached her, meeting her at the foot of the bed. Kat quietly
slipped into the chair on the far wall as I took Ella's hands in mine.

"Are you sure you want this?"

"More than anything, Tom."

I took her head in my hands and gently pulled her down to my level and began
to kiss her, short kisses on her lips, her cheeks, and her nose; then our
kisses became more passionate, more intense as I felt her tongue invade my
mouth, dueling mine for supremacy. I stepped back and, starting from the top
button, which was barely holding the fabric over her breasts, I began to
unfasten each button, kissing each new area of exposed flesh. When I finally
reached the bottom, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and felt her
body give a slight quiver. I stood before her as she gave her shoulders a
quick shrug and the shirt slipped off her body.

Her large perfectly-shaped breasts seemed to defy gravity; they stood out
proudly from her body directly in front of my face. Cupping one of them in my
hand I leaned forward and took her extended nipple into my mouth. A moan of
desire escaped her mouth as a gently nipped at it with my teeth as I whipped
my tongue back and forth. I switched to the other breast and repeated the
process, this time sucking hard as I used my tongue. I felt her hand take the
back of my head and force it harder onto her breast. When I felt the pressure
ease I returned to the area between her breasts and slowly started a trail of
kisses down her center, stopping momentarily at her navel, allowing my tongue
to invade its recesses before continuing downward. I fell to my knees,
planting light kisses on her lips, down one side and up the other carefully
avoiding her extended, prominent clit. Where my lips left my tongue followed,
and soon I was running it up her middle, forcing it between her lips. I was
rewarded for my efforts with several drops of moisture and the scent of her
arousal. Her legs parted allowing me better access and, as I finally paid
homage to her clit, I felt her hands grab hold of my head and her body
convulse with the passion of her first orgasm.

When she sufficiently recovered, Ella urged me to stand and gently guided me
backward to the edge of the bed. "Now it's my turn," she said as she pushed me
backwards until I fell, my back resting sideways on the bed, my feet just
barely touching the floor. She took my boxers by the waistband and forced them
down off my hips, over my knees and onto the floor. My blood-engorged cock
slapped onto my stomach and twitched in time with the pounding of my heart.
Ella's hand wrapped around the base as she examined it closely. "It's so big
and hard; yet hot and soft to the touch." She began with kisses on the head
and slowly licked around the crown, her hand unhurriedly pumping up and down.

"Ella, stop; please stop, I can't hold off any more. Oh God, I'm going to
cum."

Instead of stopping, Ella took as much of it as she could into her mouth, and
continued to pump me harder and harder until I sent spurt after spurt of cum
into her mouth. "Mmmm" she said, "you taste good." Not giving me any time to
recuperate, Ella picked up my legs and pulled me onto the bed as she climbed
over me and fell onto her back. "Please hurry, I can't wait any longer I have
to have you inside of me."

Sitting up I looked over at the chair where Kat had been sitting, it was empty
and the door was closed. I was on my own with this young hellcat. 'So much for
slow and romantic,' I thought, as I climbed up between her outstretched legs,
with my cock in my hand ready to claim her virginity. "This may sting for a
bit --" was all I could manage to get out as I placed my cock between her
lips. As I started to slowly apply pressure, I felt her legs rise into air and
her heels settle on top of my ass; with a quick shove, she had me buried to
the hilt. "Oh my God, I feel it all the way up to my stomach." She took the
sides of my head in her hands and kissed me long and hard; then broke the
kiss; saying "Go ahead, slowly at first, give it to me like you give it to my
mother."

I started with long slow strokes, but soon picked up the pace. Ella moved my
head to her breast; taking the hint I suckled on her nipple as I continued to
plow into her. Very quickly our love-making turned into an old-fashioned
fucking. I was grateful that it did; I wasn't looking for romance. I was
supposed to be showing her how to make love and it appeared that she already
knew the how, and didn't really care for the romance.

"That's it, Tom; give it to me hard, bite me, make me scream like my mother."

With each stroke I was practically being thrown off her, she was bucking so
hard. I felt my balls tighten, and with one final lunge, I buried my cock deep
inside her. I'm sure Kat heard her scream as my cumming set her off. I could
feel her pussy milking me, contracting rhythmically around my now-withering
cock. Still lying on her body, I placed my head on her breast and fell asleep.
I had no way of knowing how long I slept, but I was suddenly awakened by
Ella's turning us over. I ended up on my back, still lodged inside her.

"I want more," she hissed, "Are you ready?" I don't think it would have
mattered if I had said no. Without waiting for a response, she began to slowly
gyrate her hips, grinding pussy over my already responding cock. I held her
tight, my hands barely reaching halfway around her upper arms. It was my turn
to get fucked and I knew it; I was just going along for the ride.

"You like my muscles, don't you. I saw you staring at me that first day, while
I was taking a shower. You were a naughty boy for looking, but I didn't care;
I wanted you to look."

I tried to regain some control of the situation, but it was hopeless. My cock
was rock hard, she knew she was driving me crazy; sitting up, she drove me
deep within her. I could feel her internal muscles compressing around me,
milking me, as she posed for me.

"See my muscles, see how strong I am; you are completely at my mercy; you'll
do what I say, when I say and for how long I say." I don't know how she did
it, but she kept me on the edge of another cum for what seem like an eternity.
Suddenly almost without warning, I felt my whole body convulse; I was
practically doing sit ups, my whole upper body lifting off the bed. And then
everything went hazy.

The next morning I woke up alone. The door was open and I could see sunlight
coming from the main room. I tried to get up but my body was just too sore. I
couldn't remember everything that happened that night. I knew that at some
point, I felt Ella rubbing her dripping pussy over my mouth and felt her mouth
sliding up and down my abused cock. I think she succeeded in getting me hard
again and I think I had another orgasm while I fucked her from behind. I
passed out again, and remember hearing her voice ordering me to get it up
again; but I don't think I did.

Kat stuck her head into the room and saw that my eyes were open. "I see you
finally woke up."

"Good morning," I replied with a moan.

"Morning? It's the middle of the afternoon," she said with a laugh. Then her
voice turned more serious "I'm sorry I left you last night; I had no idea she
was going work you over like that. I figured after her first couple of orgasms
that she would have had enough. I must have fallen asleep because I didn't
hear anything else until I heard her coming into her room this morning. When I
asked how it went, she said she loved it... especially the first four times!
She told me she finally went to sleep when she couldn't get it hard again.
That's when I came in here and found you sprawled out, half dead, sideways on
the bed. I picked you up, covered you, and I've been checking in every once in
a while. Do you want anything to eat?"

"Just help me up, I think I need a shower."

Kat helped me down to the shower; I can't tell you how good that hot water
felt on my aching body. When I finally got out of the shower I felt almost
human again and, after dressing, walked back to the dining room table where I
found a cup of hot coffee and some warm biscuits. Kat joined me for a cup of
coffee.

"I had a long talk with her this morning. I told her she can't be so rough on
you."

"Wait a minute, Kat; you're making it sound as if last night is going to
happen again. Well it's not if I have anything to say about it."

"That's just it, you don't and either do I. I may be her mother but let's face
it; neither of us is strong enough to overpower her once she sets her mind to
something. Here, out in the wilderness, the laws of man don't apply; here it's
all about survival of the fittest and might makes right."

"Do you mean to say that if she wants me to be her man, that's it, I'm her man
and I have no say at all?"

"I'm afraid that's the way it's going to be from now on. I was able to reason
with her, however; I got her to agree to share you with me. Look at it this
way: now you have two wives, one older than you and one younger. Hopefully
she'll calm down a little as she gets older, like I did."

'Yeah, if she doesn't kill me first.'

Epilogue:

Together we worked out an arrangement with Ella. I would sleep with her one
night; then sleep three nights with Kat. The first night with Kat would be one
of recuperation, the second night I would fulfill my manly duties with my
first wife, and the third night would be a night of rest. Ella to her credit;
seemed to realize that there was only so much that I could take and controlled
herself to a certain extent.

To a third party it would look like I had the best of all worlds. With Ella my
nights were filled with unbridled passion and lust, and with Kat they were
filled with tenderness and love. And for the most part they would be right.
The only times that things got a little shaky was when they decided to reverse
roles on me; or even worse, when for some reason they decided that they each
needed me on the same night and they double-teamed me.

Our arrangement remained the same for a period of about two years, then things
really got complicated; Ella became pregnant, giving birth to a beautiful baby
girl. Angelina, our little angel, was the apple of her daddy's eye, worshipped
by her grandmother, and the pride and joy of her mother. Since there was
plenty of space in Ella's room, when she was old enough we placed a second
smaller bed for Angelina there.

As for the adults, our sleeping arrangements haven't really changed all that
much. Angelina thinks it's all a big game, some nights she goes to sleep and
wakes up the following morning with her mother in her room and other mornings
she wakes up to find her grandmother.

I just wonder how we're going to explain it to her when she finally begins to
ask why some nights daddy sleeps with mommy and other nights he sleeps with
grandma. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.

THE END

As always thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed my story. Your comments are
always welcome.

Submissive Romantic submissiveromanticone@gmail.com

Afterword:

When I originally started this story I had planned it being one of a series of
stories; having sailor Tom travel around the country having various
adventures. Everything changed however a few weeks ago. I went to the doctor
for a wellness checkup. When my blood tests came back I was told that things
didn't look right and he recommended that I see a specialist. After a series
of tests I was told that I have cancer; that it is an rather aggressive form
of prostate cancer, and that I have to have a few more tests done in order to
determine to what extent it has spread and to where. As of this writing, I've
had robotic surgery for the removal of my prostate and am undergoing radiation
treatments. This turn in my life has caused me to re-evaluate my life. At this
point, I think its best that I put down my pen for a while and devote all my
spare time to the only woman I have ever loved.

I would publicly like to thank my editor Michael-Leonard for all his help. ML
you make my writing so much better.

To all my "fans", all those people who took the time to read my stories and
send me comments:

Thank you for your kind words. It's the only payment an amateur story-teller
like me receives.

For now, I'll just close with a simple,

Good bye

The original ending:

Epilogue:

Together we worked out an arrangement with Ella. I would sleep with her one
night; then sleep three nights with Kat. The first night with Kat would be one
of recuperation, the second night I would fulfill my manly duties with my
first wife, and the third night would be a night of rest. Ella, to her credit,
seemed to realize that there was only so much that I could take and controlled
herself to a certain extent.

To a third party it would look like I had the best of all worlds With Ella my
nights were filled with unbridled passion and lust, and with Kat they were
filled with tenderness and love. And for the most part they would be right.
The only times that things got a little shaky was when they decided to reverse
roles on me; or even worse, when for some reason they decided that they each
needed me on the same night and they double-teamed me.

Late one afternoon in late spring, I came in from a day of working the sluice
box. I was filthy dirty so I stripped off my clothes and headed for the
shower. Finding only a small piece of soap, I started back up the tunnel,
planning on restocking the supply cabinet. That's when I heard Ella and Kat
arguing in the main room. I couldn't hear what was being said, but knew better
than to get in the middle of it. Later at supper, the atmosphere around the
table was anything but jovial. Kat was unusually quiet, while Ella appeared to
be full of energy and couldn't seem to relax. After we cleaned up, Kat went
into our room and got ready for bed. I wished Ella a good night and started to
walk towards our room as well, until I felt Ella's large hand grab hold of my
arm. She steered me towards her room saying, "Tonight you're sleeping with
me."

When we entered the room, she tossed me onto the bed and kicked the door shut.
"I've been feeling really horny all day, I guess it must be spring fever," she
said with a laugh. Ella pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her jeans.
Naked, she looked over at me and glared. "What are you waiting for; strip." If
I could have I would have run, but Ella was standing between me and the door
and I had nowhere to go.

That night I became Ella's sex slave, a human dildo. She used me every way she
could think of to bring herself to orgasm. At one point during the night I
raised my fist in anger and threw a punch at her. Little good it did; she
caught my fist in her huge hand and twisted it until I thought my arm would
break.

"I see my little man has finally grown a set of balls to go with that fabulous
cock. Too bad for you, that it won't do you any good." She threw me down on
the bed, reversed herself over my head and basically told me to kiss her ass
or she would rip my cock off. To emphasize the point she took hold of it and
began to pull it upwards until my ass left the mattress. I screamed in pain,
but Kat never heard it because Ella's ass covered my mouth. I was forced to
fuck her again and again, bringing her to the point where her orgasms flowed
into one another. I came so many times that finally, during a classic
sixty-nine with her on top, she felt my balls tighten, my cock twitched but
nothing came out. My cock wilted and no matter what she did to it she couldn't
get me hard again. Reversing her position once again, she climbed onto my face
and said, "I guess I fucked you dry, all you're good for now is oral; so get
busy." I worked my tongue deep into her dripping pussy, and sucked her clit
until I thought my jaw would fall off my face. When I had her close to her
final climax, she pulled my head up hard, as if she were trying to stuff it
all the way in. I began to panic when I realized that I couldn't breathe and
that she had no intention of stopping. Only when my tongue stopped moving and
I fell limply on the bed did she finally roll off me.

"That was good; I can hardly wait until the next time."

Apparently, the next morning Kat came into the room and found me sprawled
naked, hanging half off the bed. I felt her lift me back on to the middle of
the bed, but gave no indication that I was conscious. Ella, who had been out
of the room, returned and I heard Kat confront her. "Ella, you have to stop
this, you can't keep fucking him half to death; that's what you did to your
father."

Over the next four days, I carefully planned my escape, storing my backpack
and camping gear behind one of the wood piles and, after a wonderful night of
lovemaking with Kat, I waited for her to fall soundly asleep. I slipped out of
bed, picked up my clothes and headed for the cook-house where I grabbed some
bread and some dried meat. I dressed and ran out of the house. I picked up my
backpack and, as fast as I could, made my way back to the main road. Sure that
I wouldn't be missed for at least a couple of hours, I turned north, away from
my original destination and ran as fast as I could trying to put as much
distance between myself and Ella as possible.

I was fortunate that a trucker, heading to Fairbanks approached me just as it
started to get light. Feeling sorry for the little guy, he honked his air horn
and pulled over to give me a lift. I sat back in my seat keeping a wary eye on
the side mirror, half expecting to see the old pickup racing down the road. I
had the trucker drop me off near the airport and got lucky, getting the last
available seat on the only flight out of Fairbanks. As I looked out the window
after we took off I realized that we had circled right over the area near the
Black Jack Mine. I whispered goodbye to Kat and blew her a kiss; wishing that
things could have been different but knowing that this was for the best.