CHAPTER 2

Slipping out of the shower, Mary smiles softly. Nothing about their bodies or lives is fresh or new at their age. But still, Mary enjoys prepping and grooming herself weekly. Keeping her skin silky smooth as she moves through her routine of keeping things trim and neat.

She loves how her body reflects her age, as her wrinkles highlight her laughter. She never believed in bras nor allowed her breasts to get lazy, as the muscles always held them throughout the years. Even though she has reached her golden years, her small pert breasts hang beautifully across her chest like a woman half her age.

But tonight, like so few nights, she slips into a silky black bra. The gentleness of the lace and silk caressing her flesh causes a soft moan to escape her lips. Her body contracts softly as her nipples harden at the touch of the fabric.

Much to the embarrassment of their children, Mary and James maintained a healthy sex life. Squeezing her thighs together, she is reminded that his hands find her body every night. Edging her and pushing her closer to climax but stilling just before the point of release. The soft torment that built so much tension and heightened her awareness, where even the breeze through her blouse was arousing.

Every night, she is touched by the gentleness of a man. His calloused hand finds his way to touch her in places only he has ever known. How a calloused and scarred hand almost turns to satin sends shivers down her spine. She pulls his fingers within her, milking them each night as she lands and moans into their passionate kiss. Even thinking about it aroused her beyond anything else. Knowing the tension builds to their monthly date night. Even though she never finds her release by his hand and is forbidden to touch herself, she is aroused and desired every night.

Every morning she wakes up before he leaves the bed, and she is allowed to take him into her mouth. She has loved the way she can please him and serve his needs. To give him strength to power through the stress in his life. She rarely wakes up in time, but he allows it every sabbath as she worships the head of their household.

Mary laughs at the memory of Beth's face scrunched up in displeasure when the girls talked about getting away with mischief on Sunday. They had always wondered how it was that their Daddy, who woke up every morning at 3 AM, slept in until 8 or 9 on Sunday. Finding out he didn't once all of the girls were either married or engaged caused a stir. She tried to tell them that they would never stop dating or pursuing their partner.

Love isn't just an emotion, but a choice. Something you choose to do with the man or woman in your life every day. Mary has always tried to ensure that James knows her love and devotion. She knows she found a good man; someone who loves and takes care of his family. She had never worried about the women who chased him, as he had always come home to her.

Mary wouldn't have minded if James had engaged with others, because she knew men like her Daddy often did. But James was a man apart as he had never stayed- no matter who desired him. Only once had she seen the inside of his footlocker when he showed her his helmet. On the inside, to the left, was a picture of the two of them when they were young. On the right is a picture of a young family and their minor children before the war.

James had promised to live a good life and help every soul he could. He would be a role model here on earth for every man if only he survived the war. A promise he made to the heavens and kept it. He had done everything he could to keep the promise and was always faithful to her. She worships her husband every Sunday to honor his promise to the Almighty. Bringing pleasure to him with such complete devotion only a loving wife could bring as she tastes the sweetest nectar of undying love.