The Orphan In Black

"At least, I want food that has some flavor!"

She passed him some Latino seasoning, which does contain salt, whose flavor I liked on my salad. But he threw it to her face, spilling its content through the kimono, and he jumped to his feet screaming obscenities at her that I am not going to repeat. She finally raised her voice and recriminated him:

"This is the way in which you killed my mother, your own wife! Not with your hands, nor with a weapon, but with your contempt, with your lack of love, your infidelities and shady deals to make more money. Now, you want to do the same to me. You don't even let me find a job."

"But if you are not good at anything! Your schoolmates are already professionals and you could only be an asshole secretary. I won't let my own daughter be some disgusting executive's whore!"

"One such as yourself! Yes, you yourself taught me what power-drunk men are capable of doing!"

That insinuation burned my heart, and so I understood for how such a young girl with the world at her feet had to look for love with an unknown man, practically bribing me with sex! I wanted to hit him with all my strength but he was quicker, taking out his bitterness against Angie, who after receiving some blows, slipped toward the floor. I pushed him away from her so I could pick her up, and she begged me to help her to escape. When we got to her car, I saw that the main gate closed upon us, and I deducted that the man activated all the defenses of his fortress. She told me:

"Come quickly, let's hide in the garden."

She dropped the slippers and she took my arm to go hide with me in the bushes until her father's anger passed, but he ran after us, with very bad intentions. We eluded him as well as we could, but sometimes, he caught up with us to hit us. I wanted to fight hand-to-hand with him, but she begged me:

"Leave him, don't hurt each other!"

Then I reformulated my strategy. I would push him so that he could not follow us so closely, and she thought of going through secret passageways in walls and bushes. But her father also knew about them and intercepted us many times. If we were not so upset, it would seem a chase comedy. Angie tried to climb a tree, but she didn't have enough strength left and slid down, even leaving the kimono entangled on the branches. She had to keep fleeing naked. This was already pathetic, and it angered her father more, who reproached her:

"See what kind of a slut you are? You're not even ashamed of running around naked with that asshole!"

But we didn't pay attention to him, we kept looking for shelter from his aggressions. We already felt the effect of the fatigue, but upon looking back to see if he would catch up on us, we couldn't see him any more. She turned around, and I wanted to stop her, but she said something like:

"He's gone now!"

We paced, trying to recover our breaths, but I looked at all sides, and I watched through the holes and corners for where that brute could stalk us. Soon we saw him leaning on a wall, and upon reaching him, he collapsed to the floor. I suspected a trap but she worried more for his health, and she ordered me:

"Andy, help me, please! My father doesn't feel well!"

She went into action and asked me:

"Do you know CPR?"

"Not so much, but I could give mouth-to-mouth."

I thought: Oh, how gross! But her pleading look, full of genuine love for both of us, compelled me to help them. I turned his head back, pinched his nose, and covering his lips, I blew air into him whenever she called to me to do so. But she couldn't press on his chest hard enough, so I suggested to her to switch places with me. She soon got tired and she then despaired. She thought that if she didn't keep trying, she would be murdering him. I told her to call 911, because she could give their address more clearly. She ran to a bar next to the pool where there is a cordless, and she made the call, and she came back to us with the handset. Her father was very weak, but at least, he breathed. Finally, the paramedics called at the gate, and she was going to open, but I stopped her:

"Angie, wait! At least, put on your robe."

And I went back to the tree and jumped until I unhooked the garment from the branch. Incredibly, the fabric resisted, and I soon remembered that, being genuine silk, it is very tough. Even the hordes of Mongols in the middle ages, wearing only silk shirts, could resist some arrows that were capable of piercing iron armor. Angie got dressed in order to open the main gate with the remote controls and the paramedics stabilized her father better, since they came equipped with medications and tubes. But upon arriving to the hospital, he had a convulsive relapse and died. The doctor on guard called our family physician and they determined the cause of death to be an anaphylactic shock. I guessed that it could have been a severe allergy, but they contradicted me:

"Not, it was an overdose."

I turned pale and Angie fainted, but she recovered soon. The family doctor explained to us that he became an addict, but they could only know to what drug after doing a blood test to her father. They called the police, but they allowed us to return to the mansion. There she took a bath and changed clothes, and she had to lend me her father's clothes that didn't fit him anymore, because he had gained weight, so I could take another shower.

The inheritance could have been granted to her next Monday, she being the sole heiress, but there was a criminal investigation pending on us. I went to work, like any other day, but my boss allowed me to take some days off until the case was cleared. I spent them in her mansion, so that the authorities could find me right there. She barely ate, and cried a lot. Sometimes, she babbled, trying to explain how she had to take charge of the home, assuming the role of the mother. The word "incest" crossed my mind, and she admitted it with only a look, and both felt like dying.

One day, the detective arrived, after waiting for her lawyer, but it was not to interrogate us, but to inform us that their intervention was only routine, since her father did die from an illegal drug: "ecstasy." He assured us that we were not suspects, because they discovered that he got the "stuff" the previous night in a disco to which he went looking for women with whom to dance and have sex. He had also ingested Viagra and a lot of alcohol, and that was how the detective decided to exonerate us from any responsibility.

With the criminal case closed, Angie moved to claim her inheritance. Although the fortune was considerable, the man had accumulated debts and judgements against him which he did not pay off, and it took us months sorting out what she owned and how much she owed. She sold a penthouse, some cars and luxury objects in order to satisfy the creditors more quickly, and my boss and I offered our help to advise her because it was not fair that the daughter should pay for the errors of her father. Sometimes, it was necessary to hire people to do the cleaning and other chores, but only two or three times a month, since we preferred to be alone in that house, in order to find peace.

It took more than one month for her to open up for me again, but at least, she wanted that I move in with her. The doctor referred her to psychotherapy, but she improved more by just talking to me, because with the psychiatrist, she felt like on trial. Even so, we attended so that I could learn to work better with her trauma without letting it disturb me too much. We also got in the mood to go to the theater and to concerts, because that lifted her spirits much, and she opened my eyes to the other beauty that she possesses.

The first days, we only conversed, to probe how free did we feel from the bad memories. Then, she began to look for my kisses and hugs. Once, I got aroused and tried to take her dress off to excite her, but she pushed me away abruptly. I understood it and didn't persist anymore, but after a few seconds, she apologized:

"Please, Andy, forgive me. Don't leave me."

"You know that I would never do that."

"But let's try again. This time, I won't reject you."

She embraced me, and I kissed her again, and she told me:

"We could begin again."

"Angie, it is obvious that you are not ready. It might hurt you."

And I only gave her innocent caresses. One morning, she offered me a "blow job" and I feared that this would traumatize her, but she insisted on wanting to do it to me. I accepted it and she began very gently, and a special tongue-play that she did to me led to a quick and intense orgasm, a symptom of not having had sex for a long time. I marveled at the fact that she swallowed my semen totally, although sipping it bit by bit. In the afternoon, I rewarded her with a suck to her nipples and her clitoris, taking the opportunity to find her G-spot and I achieved her first real ejaculation of many more to come. It was not necessary for me to penetrate her so soon, because I was satisfied of making her feel pleasure without her falling into some complex. Soon Angie recovered her inner strength, and in her semblance, I saw the serene happiness with which I fell in love, and day after day, we reintroduced to our repertoire all the kisses, caresses, hugs, sucking and penetrations that we enjoyed so much.

She took short managerial courses in order to work in something better than as a mere secretary, but she decided to start as one, to acquire experience and learn how to work well under pressure. Also her wealth improved, since it was decided to reinvest in instruments that better tolerated the changes in the economic climate that happened after our personal crisis. She was never interested in luxuries, but we rather saved so that, after getting married, I could work as an independent financial advisor and also provide for the children that will eventually be born. She would return to the university in order to discover her true vocation: teaching. She was certified to give seminars, professional trainings, and even, educational chats in schools and community centers.

From time to time, she dressed in black, and she also mourned a little of for her father, whom she forgave, since, in his way, he loved her, although he didn't know how to show it properly.

As a final exercise, we walked in her garden so that we could both appreciate it without the hurry or the fear with which we traversed it that fateful afternoon. And in order to prove to us that nothing could harm us anymore, we walked in the nude. Soon I had my erection, but we ignored it while she showed me flowers, bushes and trails, and for moments, my penis softened, because we were already on a plane of oneness with nature.

After almost an hour of walking, I noticed that her thighs became moist, and in them, I recognized the glisten of her vaginal juices. My penis was hard again, and this time, it demanded all of our attention. She and I looked at each other up and down, to finally, gaze at each other and meld in a French kiss. We did the typical tongue-fencing and we only untangled them in order to kiss each other's nipples; thus we moved into the 69 position. We began with kisses and soft tongue-lashes before suckling us in earnest; and the one who faltered, was "pressed" against the ground, as in Greco-Roman wrestling, so none of us would lose each other's contact. Soon it began to rain while we rolled on the grass, and that aroma impregnated our bodies. It was a magic moment, full of romance. We turned to the missionary position, sometimes, I on her, and other times, she on me. We also got mud all over our bodies, but we no longer felt dirty nor disgusted while making contact with our own ejaculations from each other's mouths. We lasted almost as much as the rain until we reached the final orgasm, and we stood up to take the shower from the sky itself. We ran, we jumped and we even danced while we arrived at the pool, and there we washed up more. When the rain stopped, we had to go to the bathtub and use hot water to recover our body heat. We would have liked to continue making love, but our genitals were already very sore, so we got dressed to have dinner and conversed about more of each other's secrets. In the evening, we got undressed to go to the master bed room, where we went to bed together comfortably, but sleep took over us and we fell asleep embraced.