El Paso - Ronnie Wachuka

The two girls helped us with our luggage up to our rooms. and we all met in the kitchen for a cup of coffee and some damn fine coffee cake, which Ellie proudly informed us, had been lovingly prepared by Tina and Nicole.

We sat around shooting the breeze until the back screen door opened and LT made his entrance after a hard day in the fields. Ellie greeted him with a hot cup of coffee, a hug, and a kiss, as befits two people still in love after so many years of happily living under the same roof.

I looked at CC and the look on her face was a look of smiling approval; She saw two people, still in love, and not ashamed to show it, even after weathering all of life's trials and tribulations for so many years.

During supper, LT informed us that they'd still not found the keys to the chests and so he'd called in a locksmith to open the chests and make a set of keys for each of them.

That would leave CC and I free the following day.

That evening we all gathered in the large family room (which at one time was the parlor), and Ellie, LT, and I caught up on family, and played that old familiar game of "remember when." Most of the incidents were brought up by Ellie since she'd lived just down the road and had either been in on the action or been an observer.

I wondered why she was so intent on the memories of LT's and my sins of omission and commission in those days long gone by, which usually were concluded with mine or LT's Dad blistering our collective butts.

I knew CC was bored out of her mind, but when I turned slightly to look at her, I saw her sitting next to me with a quiet smile and a very attentive ear to all Ellie's stories, and I knew; Someday, someway, those stories were all going to resurface when CC thought the time was appropriate. Damn you Ellie! God, the women's union has to be the strongest in the world, they stick together like glue.

It finally came time to call it a night so I escorted CC up to her room, We stood outside her door kissing and caressing each other for a few minutes when she whispered, "Sweetheart, promises made are promises which must be kept," slipped from my arms, and glided through her door with her hips swinging in a way she knew would keep me up half the night.

Hell's fire! Another night in a lonely bed.

I was awakened the next morning by a soft kiss on my cheek, and a soft voice quietly telling me it was time to get up. Looking out the window I could see that dawn was just now breaking. Dammit! Farmers had no sense of when a workday should begin. With a snort of disgust I drew the covers over my head, but CC wasn't having any of it.

She pulled the covers off of me and began to kiss me and stroke my cock, which immediately got my attention. As I reached for her she laughingly made her exit while informing me that breakfast was ready.

Shit!

After breakfast Tina and Nicole took us on a tour of the farm. It'd been many years since I'd been here. The changes were in some ways extensive and yet, in a sense, I felt l was coming home. So many memories.

LT took the afternoon off from farming. Instead, the four of us sat in his office in the farmhouse and talked about the history of the place; How, at first, it was a simple farm, and its growth after the War of the Rebellion into a ranch and farm. According to several maps LT showed us the whole shebang must have been several thousand acres at one time, most of it devoted to cattle.

Somewhere about 3:00 Ellie left to gather up the grandkids and get dinner started.

CC and I sat in fascination as LT told us about the changes and improvements his paw had made after Grampaw died, and the changes he'd made when he inherited the homestead.

All too soon, Nicole came in to announce dinner was ready. As we got up to head for the dining room, LT handed me a set of keys for the bunk house and the chests, while wishing us good luck on our search.

That night my dreams were once again of the young cowboy and Faleena. Why did Paul ride back to Rosa's, knowing full well it would be his final ride?

Why did Faleena kill herself? Was it remorse because her flirtatious ways were the catalyst that caused the sorry mess? Was it because she, a woman wise in the wicked ways of the world, had finally and truly, fallen in love and would rather die then live without Paul by her side?

Nothing in my dreams provided an answer.

11. The Quest Concludes

The next morning I felt something soft brushing my cheek and lips, and something just as softly stroking my cock. Opening an eye to see who or what was disturbing my sleep, I saw CC leaning over me with a leer on her face as she continued her attack. Problem was, my attention was kind of distracted; she was still wearing her night dress and the top several buttons were open.

My eyes were riveted to her pendulous breasts dangling and swaying from her ministrations. My God, she was a women full of deviltry because I could see her shoulders shake so as to cause her breasts to wobble and sway just to torture me.

With a peck on my lips she started to turn and head for the door, her hips swaying and undulating like a clock pendulum gone mad. Pausing at the door she turned and softly said, "Up sailor, time to get the show on the road."

There I lay hard and horny.

Again!

I gritted my teeth, muttered a few well chosen cuss words, and rose to begin another day of frustrated country living.

On our tour yesterday, I'd looked at the bunk house and somehow it seemed larger and different somehow from what I recalled as a boy and young man. LT told me that evening that my recollections were correct; the old bunkhouse had burned down about fifteen years ago as a result of a chimney fire, They rebuilt it and made it larger and more comfortable.

For the next two weeks CC and I went through the three trunks, carefully and thoroughly.

The only item that shed any light on our quest was John Stone's, and later, William T's farm journal.

Like most farmers and ranchers they kept a meticulous record of everything that affected the farm; materials bought and sold, wages paid, crop prices, etc.

Paper must have been a hard commodity to get hold of because John and William T both made notes in various margins about life as it affected them and the farm.

I learned for the first time that William T had two brothers killed in the Civil War; one was a Confederate cavalryman killed near Gettysburg. The other fought for the Union Army and died during a battle in Arkansas.

The other fact that came to light was a note in the ledger that William T's Son, Paul, had left to fend for himself in 1879 after the father and son had a falling out.

That notation, by what must have been a man suffering from anger, worry, and hurt, seemed to lay the case that Paul was my GG Granduncle. Everything CC and I had seen and read pointed to that fact; yet the definitive proof had not been discovered, nor was it likely that it would ever be found.

CC and I are forever indebted to Ellie and LT. We'd promised them no hanky panky in the house and we kept our word.

Ellie would almost daily find chores for the grandkids so they would be far away from the bunkhouse for most the day.

She and LT let us know we were on our own.

She'd also made sure that there was food in the fridge and clean sheets on the bed.

When CC first saw the bunkhouse and Ellie's handiwork she started giggling and before long she was laughing so hard she had to sit down. Pretty soon I had to sit down too because I finally figured out what she was laughing about.

That night she and Ellie were in the kitchen giggling and laughing like two teenage school girls. When Tina and Nicole would ask what was so funny, Ellie would tell them nothing, and they'd be off into another round of giggles followed by rib-busting spurts of laughter.

During our two week stay we'd screw like minks in the bunkhouse, throw the sheets into the washing machine, and hit the shower together.

The food that was in the fridge was a delight to the palate. Ellie had outdone herself to give us all the comforts of home.

During the evening before going to bed and after it had cooled down a little, CC and I would take a walk and sit down on the swing in the gazebo behind the house and talk. She'd sit with my arm around her, her head on my chest. A lot of our conversations ended with a kiss and a caress. We had to be careful though, and keep it within bounds, because you never knew if those two precocious girls would wander in on the scene.

By now we both knew that we were deeply in love with one another. Yes the sex was great for the both of us, but it was that special sex that is not sex, it is an act of shared love.

One thing we'd agreed on; I was going to call my boss and extend my vacation for two weeks and stay with CC in El Paso.

The last day of our stay we sat down with Ellie and LT to let them know what we'd found or hadn't found.

I started it off by telling LT: "You need to get someone in from the local historical society. There's stuff out there they'd drool over if they knew it was available to them. Lord Cuz, you've got things in them trunks that go back to before the Republic of Texas.

They'd have an orgasm if they read that journal of John Stone's and William T's, and those clothes could well go on display somewhere if you lent them to the museum.

As far as proving or disproving that the Paul Stone and Faleena in Marty's song and the newspaper articles are our collective kinfolk; can't be done with what we looked at. It's probable but not provable, Cuz."

The rest of the evening and night was spent in just enjoying each other's company.

The next morning as we were leaving, LT shook my hand as Ellie and CC were carrying on like two sisters about to be separated by time and distance for a long time. He looked me straight in the eye as he gave me a bear hug and softly said, "Cuz; Ellie and I'd shure 'preciate being there for the knot tyin'," in his best good ol' boy drawl.

When Ellie hugged me she whispered to me: "JP, have you set the date yet? When you do let us know, please."

I looked at CC, but there was no help from that direction. She was too busy wiping her eyes with her hanky.

While my arms were around Ellie's waist, I thanked her for all she'd done for CC and me. Her cheeks turned as red as a Texas sunset, and LT's head snapped around, as she broke into a giggling fit.

I just knew that she and LT were going to have an interesting conversation after we left.

12. After the Quest.

We retraced our trip and once again made a fine night of it at the Elegante. We'd already agreed after our first stop at the Elegante that sleeping in the nude was the way it would be for us from that time on, and what a joy it was to feel her soft warm back against my stomach and chest as she pulled my hand up to her chest to cup a breast after a great session of love making.

On our return to El Paso we found CC's family ensconced at her house awaiting our return.

As soon as Grammaw emerged from the van, an army of screaming crumb crunchers and older, wise, and aloof, teenage grandkids surrounded her. She spent the next five minutes hugging and greeting each one.

It was early evening when we'd pulled into her driveway. Her sons made quick work of unloading all of our luggage and putting them in the rooms in which they belonged. (CC had let them know that I'd be staying for awhile).

CC's daughters had evidently spent a long day cooking and cleaning because the house was spotless and the food was exquisite.

After dinner when the kitchen was back to its normal immaculate state and the youngest children had been put to bed, we all gathered in the family room so that CC could bring the family up to date on all (well, almost all) that had occurred on our quest.

She gave them the clean version, but I noticed that the daughters were giving each other knowing glances from time to time, so I guessed the jig was up and we were probably busted.

As darkness fell, each of CC's sons and daughters gathered up their brood and made their exit until CC and I were finally able to cuddle up together on the sofa. We were exhausted, but happy to be together, and thoroughly content to just hold each other and listen to the soft sounds of classic music on CC's stereo.

We woke in the early hours of the morning, having fallen asleep in each others arms on the sofa.

For the next two weeks CC was my guide as we toured El Paso, visited with her children and grandchildren, and generally enjoyed ourselves, especially when the doors of the house closed behind us at night.

During our long talks, a lot of the conversation concerned our future. There were several questions that needed to be answered, and to that end, CC decided she had some vacation coming, and she'd be delighted to accompany me home for the rest of the summer.

That almost caused a mutiny in the family when her daughters heard the news.

CC finally put her matriarchal foot down. informing one and all that she intended to fly home with me and she'd brook no more discussion.

On the appointed morning, the whole clan headed to the El Paso Airport in a convoy consisting of CC's van with me, her, and a mountain of luggage, and four cars of kids and grandkids.

I don't think the airport was ready for the storm of screaming, yelling, running, and generally disruptive humanity that descended on it.

CC and her daughters were finally able to restore order after the fathers deposited a few well placed swats on well deserving tushs.

The grandkids were models of deportment even when we left the whole brood at the passenger lounge to board the plane. CC had worked her Grammaw magic and held, kissed, and whispered something in each ear before picking up her laptop and travel bag.

Someone had an in and we were able to upgrade my ticket and get her seated alongside me in first class.

The conversation during the flight and short layover in Houston were generally me answering questions about what she'd find when we got home, the weather, and about some places I wanted to show her.

She was curious about Bosun and Gunner so I showed her pictures of the two scoundrels and recited a lot of stories about their antics.

I did have one question; "what did you whisper in the grandkids ears when we were getting ready to board?"

With a loud laugh she replied:

I told each them; "if you misbehave while I'm gone, your parents will inform me of your misdeeds and it will be me paddling your butt."

I also told them; " if you think Grammaw is easy, you ask my sons and daughters how they were punished for bad behavior when they were young."

The rest of the flight was a comfortable one with CC and I holding hands and making lover's noises.

True to his word, my neighbor, Hal, was there at SeaTac to pick us up. After introductions, we picked up our luggage, and headed for home.

It was love at first sight. When I opened the front door the pooches came through the door and made a beeline for me. As soon as they saw CC they changed course and headed for her with the full intention of giving her a Lab's version of a welcome.

She looked at them both for an instant and softly said; "sit."

The two critters instantly sat at her feet with their tails wagging at maximum speed and their tongues panting in perfect sync with their tails. She reached down and scratched each ear of the two pooches for an instant, and smiling at me said: "Honey, I love them."

It was also evident they now considered her to be their new benevolent mistress.

Without a word being said, they followed her into the house and totally ignored me.

That night we'd mutually agreed our lovemaking would consist of cuddling and snuggling as we were both pretty much worn out from our trip.

I'd already talked to CC about the dogs habit of sleeping with me. She had no objection, and so when we climbed into bed that night I patted the bed with my hand and they immediately jumped on the bed to assume their normal station for the night.

What happened next was not normal; the two pooches began to argue over who was going to sleep cuddled up next to CC.

She put up with their shenanigans for about a minute before she looked each of them in the eye, one at a time, and muttered, "hush, lay down."

The pair of them dropped like rocks.

She turned around to kiss me, turned back to cuddle her back against me and pull my hand to where it could cup her breast, and sleepily said, "they're such good boys."

The two of them were a contented pair as they sandwiched us like a double layer Oreo cookie.

The next day was mainly a tour of the house and yard, and unpacking the luggage. She'd already called her family as soon as we'd gotten home to let them know we were safe and sound.

That night we were both in a rather horny state so it was going to be another great night of love making.

Yahoo!

When we went to bed that night I closed the bedroom door with the dogs on the outside of the door looking much like two children who've been denied their play toys. As the door closed they began to whimper, but I paid them no mind, and climbed into bed with CC. As I reached for her she jumped out of bed and headed for the door.

It was an extremely pleasurable sight to watch her storm to the door, her breasts swinging, and her butt undulating, as she moved across the room.

She threw the door open and gave them "that look." I had a hell of a time trying to keep from busting out in laughter. Those were the two sorriest looking mutts in the world; laying flat on the floor, heads between their front paws, ears hanging down, and both trying to figure out how to tuck their tails underneath their bodies. What a bunch of sad sacks the pair of them were.

Giving them her sternest look with her hands on her naked hips, she merely said, "quit!"

The last look I got of the pair of them as she closed the door, was as strange a sight as I'd ever seen. The pups were laying there and trying to cover their eyes and ears with their paws and legs so they wouldn't have to look and listen to the wrath of their mistress.

Now I knew why her daughters had knuckled under when they'd raised a ruckus about her coming home with me and she'd finally assumed her mantle as leader of the pack.

As she turned and made her way to bed I made myself a promise:

I was going to make sure my computer address book and calendar had every appropriate date in them so I wouldn't have to face her wrath if I forgot to properly honor this occasion or that.

We settled into a routine in the household. I had to get back to work at Western and get the computers ready for the fall term. CC would stay at home or go traveling about to see the sights in town. If she wished to use the van, she'd drop me off at school and pick me up when my work day was complete.

If she chose to stay at home she had my cart blanche to do anything or look through anything her heart desired. I wanted no secrets between myself and this woman I loved so very much.

The first day she stayed at home, I walked out into the backyard to find she'd weeded all the flower beds and shrubs. The next day the kitchen, living room, and bathrooms shined as though she'd spit polished everything. Everyday she'd clean some room or do a load of laundry, and at night she was the greatest, most caring, and enthusiastic lover I'd ever known.

On the weekends we'd tour together. One weekend I took her up to see Mt. Baker. On another, I took her on a sight-seeing tour across the Cascade Mountains to a little town named Winthrop on the east side of the Cascade Range.

We left early in the morning and returned that evening so she could see the mountains bathed in the light of the full moon. A truly breathtaking sight.