Dark as Daylight Ch. 23

"Don't do it with a smile on your face. I can still beat the shit out of you on general principles."

"I told Mr. Constantine that you were a better fighter than I was, and I was going to increase my training, but only on the defensive end. Offensively, I believe I can hold my own, but defensively, I believe I lack the skill to keep my opponent at bay. I will start working on that this evening, after dinner."

"Who are you going to use as a training partner?"

"Definitely, not you. I will use whoever Mr. Constantine chooses. He or she will train me properly, without breaking any bones, or giving me a concussion. I have to use all my brainpower to work on this new transmission device."

"I think I will train alongside you. This way I will know everything you know, and I will be able to defeat you every time we oppose each other. We may not marry, but it will sure feel that way when we are on the mats."

"We will see about that, Debbie, because I am still taller than you are, and I weigh more than you do. I may not be as fast as you, but I do know how to negate some of your tactics. I have watched Mr. Constantine, very closely, when he fights with his wife. I realize how he defeats her now, where he couldn't before. It is such an easy concept, and it doesn't cause him to sweat, while he's doing it."

"You bastard, I never believed you would pick up on that defensive position. I didn't think you were smart enough to see it. Three quarters of his battle is won, as soon as the referee says 'Fight.' Before Mrs. Constantine can touch him, he has backed up to the edge of the mat, and she can only attack him from the front. She can't win, and she knows it. She can inflict pain to his legs and arms, but he is too strong, and can tie her up, until she has to yield in defeat."

"Yes, it will be me standing at the edge of the mat, while you will be doing your dance in the middle. I will not be tempted to go after you, because you are the superior fighter. However, as Mr. Constantine remains motionless at the edge, I will also remain motionless until you attack me, and I will win."

"Don't count your horses before they are in the stable, Mr. Luck. There are ways, and there are other ways to defeat you. I will find 1, or possibly 2, and you will be the person who will yield."

"Lunch please, my stomach is growling."

Mrs. Finch exited Richards' hotel room and said, "Come children, your grandfather is probably eating a wall by now. It's almost 11:40 AM, and if it is a bearing wall, this hotel might fall down. We have to get him to the restaurant and feed him."

"Grandma, is my sister having fun?"

"I would think not Debbie. From the sound of it, I don't think she'll be able to sit properly for a week. Richard is definitely unhappy with her, and he is telling her about her faults between every slap. I haven't disagreed with one of his statements, since he's begun. Rebecca might shoot over par, at Augusta, unless she wears very baggy shorts. Her rear end is going to be very red."

"I never thought my brother would hurt her. He loves Rebecca so much I think he is hurting himself as he does it. I'll wager he's crying as he hits her."

Sam said, "Thank goodness, where have you 3 been?"

"Take it easy, Sam, we are only a few minutes late, and you're putting weight on around your middle, because you're eating so well."

"I am 172 pounds, just like I always am."

"I will bet you $1 million that you are over 190 pounds."

"How could you possibly say that to me, Joan?"

"I can say it easily, because your shirt buttons are stretched to the limit."

"I thought the shirt shrunk in the wash."

"The thing that has to shrink, Sam, is your appetite. You're going to be a bowling ball by the time we reach Atwater Luck."

"If I'm that heavy, I'll go to the doctor and get an appetite suppressant."

"Why can't you just stop eating so much, and so often?"

"Can I help it if I like food?"

"Look at the children and me. We also like food, and we are not round."

"I'll think about reducing my food intake."

"Don't think about it, do it. No more sweet drinks, and no desserts from now on."

"Can I start after we come back from Augusta?"

"You can start at lunch, today."

"If I do start today, I am not going to be in a very good mood when the children get married. Are you willing to live with that Joan?"

"No, you can start whenever you feel you are going to die from being obese."

"That wasn't very nice."

"It wasn't very nice of you to threaten me with a vile mood at my granddaughters wedding either. If you want to die, I don't want to be involved. Do what you will, and leave me out of it. Just buy clothes that you fit in before we leave. I am not going to pack for you, either."

"Yes dear."

"Children, I am sorry for the delay, let's go eat."

"Yes grandma."

"Can I come along?"

"What do you think dummy?

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Rebecca was lying face down on the bed naked, with Richard trying to console her.

"Honey, I didn't hit you as hard as I could have. I didn't hit you as hard as you deserved, because I love you too much to break your hips. You must try to control your behavior, because no one can stand to be in your presence, not even your guards. How can sex be that important to you. I'm not going anywhere. As long as you remain faithful to me, I am yours forever. Do you understand how committed I am to you? Are you as committed to me as I am to you? Do you want me to turn you over, and make love to you right now? I will if that's what you want so desperately. We are getting married in 4 days, and no one will be able to tell if a baby comes into this world 4 days early. There is no one around; tell me what do you want me to do?"

"I don't know! I am not sure why I'm behaving the way I am, and I know that you love me. You have put up with more shit that I dealt out than any man should have to, and you're still here. Most men would have run for the hills by now, but you have steadfastly stayed by my side. What did I do to deserve you, Richard? Why do you love me?"

"Rebecca, love is a chemical reaction that takes place in the brain. It tells you that this person is the right one for you, and you will move mountains to process her. I felt that way the moment I saw you, and I'm never going to let you go; not willingly anyhow. You are going to have to kick me out, or get a court order to make me stay away from you."

"Would you like to make love now, instead of Saturday? I stopped taking my birth control pills 2 months ago, and I am 12 days into my cycle. We would probably make a baby today, if you want.

Debbie is the best advertising agency any person could ever want. You tell her to keep a secret and it's on the back page of every magazine, and newspaper in the world, within one week. I want your children, Richard, as many as you'd like. That's why I told Debbie I didn't want children. I knew you would hear about it within days, and sooner or later we would argue over it. You gave up too easily. I would have given you 4 children if you pressed me a little harder."

"I know. Debbie told me about it. She told me it was a ploy to get me angry with you. She said you were as hot as your mother is, and as soon as I got you into bed, you would want a baby in your belly."

"I am going to kill that bitch. She is not supposed to tell the truth about anything regarding me. She's ruined everything."

"Tell me baby, exactly what has your loudmouth sister ruined?"

"I wanted to surprise you, that's what she ruined."

"Turn over, I'm going to make love to your body. You are so beautiful I am going to make you cry for mercy."

"If it's a boy, can we name him after your father?"

"I would never do that to any son of mine. We can name him Evan, so he can go through life as a normal child, and not as an outcast as my father was, because of his given name."

"Evan is close enough for me. When people see the name Evan Luck, they will think it's a misprint and believe it to mean Even Luck instead. What are you doing down there?"

"Have you ever regretted the way I start making love to your body?"

"No."

"Close your eyes and think about our firstborn. Gray eyes, sandy hair, 6 feet tall, and 190 pounds. Let's hope he has my temperament, as it is today, and not his mother's, as it was today. I don't want to have to spank him, as I did her."

"Richard, you are absolutely rotten. I should make you stop where you are for saying that to me."

"I'll stop if you want me to."

"If you do, you will not have hair when we get married, either Friday, or in 3 weeks from Saturday. Is that clear?"

"Yes, it is very clear. However, if you can't control your mouth for a little while, I will stop, and find where my brother and your sister are, and join them. What shall it be?"

Rebecca didn't reply.

Richard started in on her toes, and it didn't take long before her body began to react to his ministrations. As he reached the arches of her feet, she screamed, "You bastard, my ass hurts every time it rubs against the sheets."

He didn't reply. He continued his march past her foot and up the outside of the calf of her left leg. He passed her knee and continued up her thigh. He approached the 'no go zone', hesitated, and then continued upward. He felt Rebecca freeze.

"Do you want me to return south?"

"No, it's just the first time you have been allowed up that far, and I'm looking forward to more. Please don't stop."

"I was just paying attention to your body. It tensed up, and I had to know what you desired. Now I know, and you can relax. Nothing is going to happen that you don't want to happen."

"I know, Richard. I love you, and I'm never going to let you go."

He kissed, licked, and nibbled his way over the outside cheek of her bottom, and then moved his way towards her middle just above her pubic ridge.

Rebecca didn't know which way he was going to go, so she held her breath. She relaxed when he kissed his way up towards her navel, and then gently attacked her soft underbelly.

Her hands caressed the hairs on his head as he moved to her left flank, and up her ribs. This was unknown territory for both of them. As he began moving towards her center, she orgasmed spontaneously.

She exclaimed, "Oh shit, where did that come from?"

He replied, "Someone must be excited."

She was about to reply with a witty remark, when Richard took the nipple of her left breast into his mouth and suckled on it like a baby.

This orgasm shook her to her very core. She held Richard's head to her breast, never wanting to let him go. The feelings she was having were beyond belief. Nothing had prepared her for it, and nothing, except motherhood, would ever equal it.

A few moments later someone began tapping on her head. She hoped it was not her grandmother, because she would die of embarrassment. It wasn't. It was Richard's hand and she didn't understand why he was doing it. She looked down and saw that she had his face pressed securely to her breast.

"Oh hell, he can't breathe!" She yanked him away from her breast by pulling his hair, and he took in a large, cleansing breath.

"I'm not sure how you would have explained my death to your grandmother. 'Death by titular asphyxiation', may not be in the textbooks yet."

"Richard, you're an asshole."

"Rebecca, when I get to your asshole, you will know it, and I hope you will love it. According to the texts I've read, it can be quite stimulating."

"After you try it out on yourself, you can try it on me."

"When my dad said to my mom, 'He could.' She would run, screaming to their room, and lock the door, because she knew he could do it. She used to call it 'His Weapon.' I could only imagine the size of that thing, because nothing scared my mother, except that thing of his."

"He must have been huge."

"I was never privileged to see it, thankfully. I left that honor to my mother. Shall I get back to what I was doing to my fiancé?"

"We are going to need new bedding for this evening. I've made a mess of what's here now."

"We are going to have to make arrangements for more absorbent liners on the spacecraft for us. We are not as restricted on the use of water as the Good Luck 1 was, but there is no sense wasting it either."

"What did the people on Star Trek do about their private lives?"

"Smart ass; we are not that far advanced, yet, but we will get there in the next 100 years. May I continue to your right breast now? Your left breast was beyond delicious."

"When are we going to get to the main event?"

"My dear, this is the main event for today. When we get married Friday, I will take you as my wife forever."

"You cheating bastard. You said you were going to make love to my body, but you are leaving the biggest part out."

"I am not. Think about it, Rebecca. I am going to kiss, nibble, and bite every part of your exposed body parts. I will not miss any of them. I never said I was going to penetrate you today. I will do that after we are married. I asked you what was so important about having sex before marriage, and you said you didn't know. My dad waited until after he was married to have sex with my mother. I have never known anyone, except for Rod and Rosalyn Laver who were in love as much as my parents were, and they waited until they were married. I want that for us, and if I have to wait until Friday to get it, I will wait. Will you wait with me, please?"

"Since you put it that way, I will wait for you. You have to remember my parents didn't wait to get married to have me. I was conceived on a beach, and my parents got married afterwards. They are in love as much today as they were all those years ago. I don't think it matters one way or the other, because being in love does not mean being in a time or a place. It means being with one another through all sorts of adversity, and remaining in love. You have no idea what happened to my mom and dad that separated them, but when they got back together, it was like they had never been apart for one day."

"Shall we continue to talk, or make love?"

"I'm hungry, can we go eat, and continue where we left off later?"

"I know exactly where I left off. I was giving you a spanking, and I will continue on from there."

"You will die a very slow and painful death if you start from there, Mr. Luck."

"I guess that means Saturday is out of the question. I will leave everything to my brother, which means Mrs. Laver will get everything, and you will get nothing."

"That's mean, Richard."

"I am just protecting my body from the onslaught of a vindictive woman. Everyone knows she's out of her mind."

"If you're not hungry, you can stay here, and rest. I'll just take your balls with me, as a sign of your fidelity to me."

"I'll give you a note instead. It will say that my balls are yours in the future, if I am ever unfaithful to you. You may have them on a silver platter should you desire."

"Do you ever run out of things to say?"

"No, not really. Especially not to silly little girls, like you."

"Get off me, and I'll show you exactly how silly I am."

He bit the nipple of her right breast, and she howled in pain.

"You prick, that was not funny. I will get even with you for that insult to my body."

He bit the nipple of her left breast, and she howled in pain, again.

She got even. She lifted her right leg quickly and caught him in his testicles. He howled in pain as he rolled off her.

"There go your children."

"As long as you can still get an erection, we can still practice."

"You will never be able to prove I was unfaithful to you, because they will not be any ejaculate inside the other woman."

"That will not be a problem, because your prick will still be inside her."

"You are one mean female."

"You knew that when you met me. You insulted me by telling me you were smarter than I was, and you weren't. I am as smart as you are, just in a different area of science. I know the MSC backwards and forwards. (Mathematics Subject Classification)

It was my sister's doing that made me seem incompetent. Now you know better. I am as good as you are in linear algebra, differential geometry, computational physics, fluid mechanics, and geophysics. My Ph.D. is rife with them. You are only better in the use of computers than I am, and not by much Mister Luck. The only reason for your computer brilliance was you had a supercomputer to play with in your basement, from the time you could walk. I didn't. I had to wait until I got into the University of Chicago to use a supercomputer, and once I did the universe was my oyster."

"Are we going out to eat, or am I going to eat you?"

"I told you I was hungry. I need a shower, and so do you. If my grandmother smells me like this...well, she already knows what we were doing. Let's go take a shower, without fooling around, and get something to eat."

"I don't have anything to say about this matter?"

"No, and get used to it, Richard. Once we get married, we will go to work, get something to eat afterwards, and return to our residence. That will be your life with me. I hope you enjoy that thought, because once we are home, I am going to screw you to a near-death experience."

"I can live with that."

"Shower, NOW!"

"YES BOSS!"

"I told my grandfather you were trainable. He didn't believe me."

"There are rules on the spacecraft, my dear. Everyone must exercise at least 4 times a week for 60 minutes per day. It is necessary to keep our bones from deteriorating. Our computer will set up the training schedule for everyone. Those of us who have skills in certain areas will be set up against one another at the same skill level. It will be my pleasure to knock your socks off, in public."

"I will train and I will get better. You are not the only one I will fight, and I will learn how to take you down. You are not invincible. You are not even that good. When we fought the 1^st time it was unsanctioned. Most of the moves you used on me were illegal and points would have been taken away from you. I can take care of myself, and with a little strength training, I will beat the stuffing out of you."

"Keep on dreaming, because you will never, I repeat, never, get the better of me, wife."

"I am not your wife yet, and if you keep aggravating me, you are going to meet up with a 3 iron, and not remember who I am."

"If that's the way you want it, I can always walk away now, Rebecca."

"Get in the shower, Luck. I am hungry, and you don't want to mess with me, when I am hungry."

"Would you go 1^st please. I want to see how red your ass is."

"That's it, Luck. You are a dead man."

He ran into the bathroom, turned right, and stopped out of her view.

She ran after him. As soon as she entered the room, he scooped her up, threw her over his shoulder, while she screamed. He entered the shower and turned on the water. It was ice cold, as usual. He positioned her ass towards the showerhead and she screamed even louder, while pounding on his back.

As the water began to heat up, her screaming died down. Then she realized he was going to let the water get very hot, and her screaming began again. No

"No, don't do it, Richard. You'll burn the skin off my ass. Please, have mercy on me."

As he adjusted the water temperature, he asked, "Are you going to act like a rational human being for the rest of the week, or am I going to give you a grade below 90?"

"I will be a good person for the remainder of my life if you turn the water warmer. Please don't burn my ass."

"It is done, my love. If you keep your promise, I will never hit you again."