After 30 years on a large mid-western Police Department, I was the chief of the Homicide Bureau that had one of the best clear rates in the country. Thus, when the Commissioner called me in and asked me to step down, I was shocked. It seemed that the new Mayor wanted to get some “new blood” in the top offices. In other words; he wanted his boys in.
I would be moved back to uniform patrol, working under one of the Mayors other cronies. I told the Commissioner that the Mayor could take the job and shove it. I immediately put in my retirement papers.
Within two weeks, I was sitting at home, a man of leisure. I was going to the gym; keeping up with my usual workouts. However, I knew that I would have to find something to do or I would go nuts.
My wife, Theresa, was absolutely no help. About ten years ago she became involved with a Fundamentalist Christian Church and that became her life. She breathed, ate and slept that church. About four years ago she advised our two grown children and me that she was dedicating her life to god and everything else came after god. She also told me that in dedicating her life to god she would forego all sexual activity. So for the last four years…nothing.
She came home to eat and sleep. Why we didn’t divorce, I have no idea. Even the kids told me I was nuts for staying with her. I guess that having loved her and having been loved by her for so many years it was difficult to break away.
I had thought about having and affair but it always seemed that they never worked out. Somebody always gets hurt. I did become very familiar with Rosy Palm and the five finger sisters.
One Friday night about a month after I retired, I was having dinner with a friend from the PD. We had been rookies together and I had been his boss in Homicide, later he headed up the Gang Task Force, he was still at it.
I said, “Phil, I have to find something to do, I’m going stir crazy.”
“Look,” he laughed, “I have been involved with a group that is trying to help kids between eighteen and twenty-five. They help them get their GEDs and then try to get them jobs. They are starting to really help. However they are so disorganized that I am afraid they are going to fold. We can’t afford to lose them. I think that this would be right up your alley. The way you had the Bureau organized was one of the reasons that all those cases were cleared. You also have a way of looking at things that’s different…you see things no one else does. I think you could have them fixed up in no time.”
“Sounds interesting, helps kids…needs help with the organization…Who are they?” I asked.
Phil looked down and quickly said, “They are the St. Andrew’s Outreach, its run by a Brother Ed and a Sister Deb and the…”
“GOD PEOPLE…FUCKING GOD PEOPLE, Phil you know I don’t deal with God People, not after that they did to Theresa!”
“John, it’s not like that. Yea, they are part of a religious order, but they don’t preach or anything. They are doing a real good job and they really need help. The kind of help you could give. Look, we have been friends a long time. Christ; you’re my best friend, and I wouldn’t screw you over. You’re in a bad way and I think that this would help you as much as it would help them.”
I could see he was sincere. I calmed down and said, “Okay, Phil, I’ll go and talk to them, but only because you asked.”
He smiled and said, “Look, I’ll pick you up on Monday morning, take you down there and introduce you. You can talk to them and make up your mind.”
On Monday morning, Phil picked me up at 7:00 am. We drove to the South Side of the city. It was a tough neighborhood. The Outreach was a storefront, in a two-story building. The first floor had the reception area, classrooms and testing rooms. The second floor had the offices. Brother Ed had one office and Sister Deb had another. The other two offices were a mess, filled with boxes and junk.
I met with Brother Ed and Sister Deb. Brother Ed was a rather big man, in his seventies. About 6’3″, was still rather muscular, but age and soft living had plumped him up a bit and softened him. Bro. Ed was wearing a golf shirt and a pair of khaki pants. He was a warm person and was quick to laugh.
Sister Deb was about my age, 5’6″and slender. Not a ravishing beauty but rather attractive with reddish brown hair that she kept short. She was dressed conservatively, in a modest blouse and a skirt that came just below her knees. She was not wearing a habit or a veil. She had a lovely, warm smile and blue eyes that twinkled when she laughed.
I liked them both right away.
After about a half hour, I knew that I would get along here just fine. I told them that I thought I might be able to help them.
“Well that’s great, we would love to have you aboard. And, you’ll see that working with “God People” isn’t all that bad.” Both of them laughed.
“Phil talks too much,” I said.
I showed up for work the next day.
Over the next few months, I worked getting everything together. It wasn’t all that bad and working with the two “God People” was great. They supported my changes and plans. With the three of us working together, the Outreach really started to make headway.
The classrooms were almost always full and we were putting kids into jobs…real jobs. Not only that, but people were starting to take notice. We were starting to get outside support, both in spirit and financially.
One day, after I was there about six months, my friend Phil stopped by. He told us that there were some gang leaders who were not very happy. They didn’t want their members getting uppity, getting an education and jobs. It seems that were having an impact.
A couple of weeks later, Sr. Deb and I were getting ready to close up. Bro. Ed had left a few hours before. As was our usual practice, Sr. Deb made some tea (I was actually starting to like the stuff) and we would sit around and talk about the day and just about anything else.
This was the time of day I really enjoyed. I really looked forward to these evening talks. She was great to talk to; she would really listen. Over the months I was there, we really opened up to each other. Sometimes we would talk until after mid-night.
As we sat there talking, two men in their twenties walked into the Outreach. They were wearing their gang colors.
I got up and up and approached them. I said, “You guys know that we don’t allow colors here.”
“I wear my colors everywhere I go,” the obvious leader said.
“Well then you will have to leave,” I said pointing to the door.
The youth said, “I ain’t goin nowhere. You are….you’re goin straight to hell, COP.” He laughed as he pulled out a handgun and pointed it at my chest.
Sr. Deb screamed. The other youth went over to her and slapped her in the face. He also pulled out a handgun and pointed at Sr. Deb. He said, “I’m really going to enjoy doing you.”
The leader laughed and he looked at his partner. With his attention off of me, in desperation, I moved. I grabbed his gun hand pushed the gun to the side and with my other hand I twisted it back. I felt and heard bones in his hand break. The leader screamed and I brought my knee up into his groin. Without taking the gun out of his hand I pointed it at the other youth and pulled the trigger twice.
The other youth jerked as the bullets hit him. He fell to the ground.
Sr. Deb had hit the silent alarm. A few moments later two patrol cars arrived and the leader and his partner were arrested and taken to the hospital. Sr. Deb and I were interviewed at the Outreach and I told the detectives we would go to Headquarters in the morning to give our statements. I locked the doors as the detectives left.
It was long after midnight; Sr. Deb went up to her office to close up. I went up after her. I walked into her office and found her standing by her desk sobbing. I walked over to her and put my hand on her shoulder. She turned and pushed herself into my arms.
I held her close, as she wept into my shoulder. I was telling her that everything is okay and that there was nothing to worry about. We looked into each other eyes and moved closer.
I lightly ran my lips over hers. Then we crushed our lips together in a passionate kiss. She opened her mouth and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth accepted her tongue and moved mine to caress hers.
I ran my hand down her back and pulled her into me. Then I moved my hand from her back to just below her breast. She placed her hand on top of mine. I thought that I had gone too far and that she was going to move it away, but she moved my hand up over her breast. I cupped it and felt her hardening nipple through her blouse and bra.
We were grinding our hips into each other. My erection was rubbing against her thigh.
We broke our kiss and as I kissed her neck I whispered, “Oh Deborah, Deborah, I have wanted you since I first saw you,”
Deborah said, “John…John… I want you…I need you. Please take me.”
I began to unbutton her blouse and then pushed it off of her shoulders. I unhooked her bra, removed it and dropped it to the floor. Her breasts were not large but they were firm, no sag at all. Her areolas were a dark pink and her nipples were a bit darker. They were hard and erect.
Deborah unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans. She pushed them down over my hips as I lifted her skirt and slipped my hand into her panties.
She gasped as my fingers touched the lips of her vagina. I pushed first one finger then two into her. She was unbelievably tight, wet and hot.
I grabbed her in my arms and carried her to the old couch. I lay her down and lay next to her. We kissed again as I pulled her to me. When the kiss broke, I kissed down her chest to her breast. I kissed my way up to her nipple, kissed it and took it into my mouth and sucked.
Deborah moaned, holding my head to her, “Oh god, John, you are making me feel things I never felt before. Please don’t stop. Love me.”
I left her breast and kissed my way down to her stomach, stopping for a second to pay attention to her belly button. I then moved down, pulling her skirt up.
Deborah lifted her hips making it easier to remove her panties. I dropped them to the floor.
She spread her legs, exposing her beautiful hairy vagina to my view. I could see how wet the lips of her vagina were.
I lowered my head between her legs and began to kiss her thighs moving down one and up the other finally arriving at her beautiful love tunnel.
I kissed her vaginal lips and licked and sucked up her juices. I stuck my tongue into the hot wet slit, pumping it into her. I licked and sucked and moved up to her clit. I lightly kissed it and lovingly took it onto my mouth, softly sucking.
Deborah gasped and screamed, “OH MY GOD…JOHN …JOHN. OOOOHHHHH. JOHNNNN OH JOHN PLEASE DON’T STOP…. DON’T EVER STOP!”
I kept licking and sucking. Her pussy was leaking her juices and I was trying to drink it up. I couldn’t stop.
Deborah began to spasm and twitch, she was moaning. Then her body stiffened and she arched her back and screamed like a banshee. I kept on playing with her clit until her body slumped down and she didn’t move.
Then she reached down and pulled my head up and kissed my lips. “John, you have given me more pleasure than I have ever known. I can’t believe that anything could feel so wonderful. Oh John please make love to me now.”
“Deborah, Deborah, I want to make love to you more than anything in the world,” I said as I lifted my hips and moved in between her outstretched legs.
Deborah reached between our bodies, grabbed my dick and began to stroke it. She rubbed it against the lips of her vagina, spreading her lubrication over it. She placed it against her nether lips.
I pressed forward and the head of my dick entered into her. She gasped and whispered to me, “I want you in me. Please give me your love.”
I wanted so much to say I love you, but I was afraid and I said, “Oh Deborah, I want you so much.”
I pushed into her.
I went into her completely. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around me, pulling me further into her.
She was so tight; it felt incredible moving my dick in and out of her. She was so wet and hot that I wanted to cum and had to fight to hold off.
As our passions grew so did the speed of our loving. I pumped my dick in and out of her pussy with ever increasing speed. She matched my speed humping her hips into me.
I began to feel my balls start to contract and knew that I was going to cum. I started to piston my dick into her with renewed vigor. As I did Deborah began to yell, “John, fuck me please fuck me never stop fucking me, PLEASE DON’T STOP.”
She began to thrash and shake as another orgasm hit her. Her legs were like a vice around my waist. Her lips mashed into mine and she moaned as her tongue lashed my mouth.
This was all I could take and I pushed into her as far as I could go and began to shoot ropes of my cream into her vagina, into her body.
Deborah, moaned and said, “I can feel you cumming in me. Fill me…Fill me, please give me your sperm.”
I kept cumming into her for longer than I thought possible. But, finally my dick softened and slipped out of her. I could feel our juices leak out of her and run onto the couch.
I moved to her and softly kissed her lips.
She smiled at me and said, “John, you have made me feel so wonderful, more loved that I have ever felt before. Thank you, John.”
We got up off of the couch and dressed. As we headed for the door, I turned to her and said, “Deborah, over the past few months I have found something with you that I have never found with anyone else. And tonight, we had something that I don’t want to lose. I know that you have made commitments and vows and I made you break them. But, I couldn’t help myself, you…”
Deborah placed her finger on my lips to silence me and smiled. “John, you haven’t made me do anything that I didn’t want to do. I have wanted you for a long time.
“I love you and I realize that you have a wife and this is against everything I have believed in but god help me, I don’t want to stop. I will take anything I can get, even if you are only using me. Now, don’t say anything, just nod if you still want me and that we will continue.”
I looked into her beautiful blue eyes and nodded my head.
I leaned into her and softly kissed her lips.
We walked to her car holding hands.
The next morning, I picked up Sr. Deb and we went to Police Headquarters. It took a couple of hours to make our statements. I saw and talked to a bunch of my old colleagues. They told me how much they missed me and how things were going in the Bureau. It seems that things had sort of gone to the dogs. I told them to tough it out and things would get better. It wasn’t my problem now.
I went and met Sr. Deb after she finished giving her statement. I could see that it had really upset her. We went to lunch and then I took her home.
The Outreach was closed as the police had returned and were gathering evidence and interviewing people in the neighborhood.
When we got to Sr. Deb’s apartment, I made some tea and she went to freshen up. Her roommate, another nun in her order, was at work.
The tea being made, I brought two cups into the living room and sat and waited for Sr. Deb. She came out of the bedroom and sat next to me on the couch. We slowly sipped our tea in silence.
When we put our cups down, I took her hands in mine as softly squeezed them. She sighed and placed her head on my shoulder.
“John, you are so wonderful, when I am with you I feel so safe and comforted. What would I do without you,” she said and then started to weep.
I took her in my arms and kissed away her tears. She lifted her face and we softly, lovingly kissed.
I held her in my arms, softly kissing her neck and cheek. I was whispering sweet nothings in her ear. She held on to me tightly. I continued to kiss her and then moved and started to kiss her lips. She pulled me tighter and mashed her lips to mine with passion and lust.
Her mouth opened and our tongues met and wrestled. The passion built in us and we began to undress each other. Then she pulled away and said, “Not here…my room.”
I picked her up in my arms and carried her into her bedroom and stood her on the floor. We stood and slowly undressed each other. As I dropped the last of her clothes to the floor I stepped back and gazed at her naked body, for the first time.
She was beautiful. She didn’t have the body of a twenty year old, but she was the perfect mature woman. Her breasts, although not too big, were firm and perky. Her waist was slim but she had a slight roundness to her belly that was wonderful. Her hips were round but slender. Her ass was firm and round with absolutely no sag. She was truly a Venus, my goddess, my love.
She blushed and lowered her yes as I gazed at her body.
“Oh god, Deborah, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” I lifted her chin and I looked into her eyes and said, “Deborah, I think that I have fallen in love with you. I love you and want you.”
Deborah put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her. I wrapped my arms around her and our naked bodies came together in a loving embrace.
She whispered, “John, I love you, please make me yours again. I want you more than anything else in the world.”
We walked to the bed and she lay down on her back. She held her arms out to me and I quickly went to them. We kissed long and passionately, our tongues dancing and wrestling.
When our lips parted, I said. “I want to taste you again.”
As I moved lower and ran my lips over her body, she moaned and panted, “Yes, John, please do that to me again.”
I kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples for a moment and continued my journey to her beautiful, delicious womanhood.
She spread her legs and I moved between them. I was kissing and biting her inner thighs and I slowly moved to the lips of her vagina.
Suddenly she sat up. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my face. She was facing my feet, when she bent down we were in the classic 69 position.
I resumed my attack on the lips of her vagina and she gasped, “John, I’ve never done this before, I don’t want to disappoint you.”
I mumbled, “Deborah, you will never disappoint me.”
I gasped as she took the head of my cock into her mouth and began to suck. I knew that she would not disappoint.
After a few moments of licking her lips I stuck my tongue into her love canal and began to fuck her with my tongue.
Deborah increased her suction on my cock and had just about all of it in her mouth.
I moved to her clitoris and began to work on it. She moaned as she sucked me. The feeling was indescribable.
Then, her body stiffened and she cried out as she started to orgasm. I continued to suck on her clit and she yelled and screamed as the orgasm overtook her.
As she came down from the heights of pleasure she cried, “Oh god, John you make me feel so wonderful. I love you so much.”
She sat up and turned around and straddling my hips she plunged down onto my erection taking it into her body in one movement.
She began to ride my cock, moaning that she needed me in her now.
I began to hump into her in a rhythm, in time with her motions.
Our lovemaking was a union of two people acting and feeling as one. We moved, moaned and experienced pleasure with a harmony that can only be experienced by those deeply and totally in love.
Deborah and I told each other of the love we had and how we couldn’t live without each other. Our whispering increased in volume as our passions grew, until we were shouting our love to the world.
We came together, her body spasming in orgasm and me pushing my dick into her and spewing my cum into her as deeply as possible. I couldn’t believe how much I came. Our combined juices leaked out form around my dick and seeped onto the bed sheets.
Finally, when she was spent, she fell on top of me and held me in her arms. I crushed her into my body and kissed her with a passion that I had never known.
We lay in that embrace for an eternity. Not wanting to let go. Afraid that if we eased our hold, the other would disappear.
I realized that Deborah was the woman that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I never wanted to be separated from her, not for an hour, not for a minute, not for a second.
The phone rang and REALITY raised its ugly head.
It was Brother Ed; he wanted to know how the statements went. Sr. Deb told him that everything went well but that she had been rather upset. She told him that I was there with her and that she was feeling better.
He said that she should stay home today and that she should keep me there with her for as long as possible.
She said she would try to keep me there at least until her roommate came home. He agreed and when I spoke to him, he told me to take care of Sister Deb. I promised I would and hung up.
Talking to Bro. Ed while holding Deborah’s naked body really excited me and I rolled her onto her back and as she opened her legs, she smiled at me as I entered her. We softly kissed and slowly made love again. We ended in another fantastic, unbelievable orgasm.
After what seemed like years we got up and changed the sheets and went into the shower. Once again we made love.
We were dressed and sitting across from each other when Sr. Deb’s roommate (Sr. Pat) came home. We sat and talked for a while. As I left Sr. Pat thanked me for taking care of Sr. Deb. I told her that it was a pleasure…and I meant it.
When I got to the Outreach the next morning it was Bedlam. People from the press were everywhere. They were interviewing Bro. Ed and Sr. Deb.
As I walked in they swarmed me. I was the hero, who saved Dr. Deb and myself from certain death at the hands of two heartless killers.
In my years as head of Homicide I learned how to talk the press. I talked for about a half hour and said absolutely nothing but how wonderful Sr. Deb was and what a great job Bro. Ed and the Outreach were doing.
By the end of the day we all were exhausted. Bro. Ed ordered in Chinese Food and we sat and ate.
Bro. Ed finally said, “We have an opportunity here and we have to grasp it. Make the most of it and capitalize on it. I need ideas…think about it and let me know what you think in the morning.
“Now, I will wish you all a good night and leave you to clean up and close up. After all, I did buy dinner.” He guffawed as he walked to the door.
Sr. Deb and I cleaned up the remainder of the food and I locked up. We went up to her office and sat on the couch holding each other. I softly kissed her lips.
Later, we got up, left the Outreach and went home.
Over the next few weeks the Outreach took off. We had to convert the two empty upper offices into classrooms. Our days were crammed with setting up classes, arranging interviews and sending students off to take their GED tests. Everything was coming together.
However, with the success, politics once again raised its ugly head. This time it was in Sr. Deb’s order. The new head of the province decided that Sr. Deb would better serve the order in Seattle taking care of homeless children, and that a new sister would replace her here at the Outreach.
We both were devastated. She was leaving me. I was losing my love. We took a day off and spent it in each others arms. We made love. It was wonderfully sad. Having each other while losing each other.
Two days later I took her to the airport and waited until the plane taxied and took off. Standing there by the window watching until the plane was long out of sight.
The day after Sr. Deb left, her replacement, Sr. Agnes, arrived. She turned out to be an autocratic, control freak. After spending the first day with us, she announced that she was taking over and was going to remake the Outreach into her vision of perfection. She went on a diatribe about how the classes were held, how shabby the interview system was set up and how the whole place was a shambles. She then made the further mistake of attacking everything that Sr. Deb did.
Bro. Ed was silently seething. Anyone who was not so wrapped up in themselves would have seen that they were entering dangerous territory.
He stood up all 6’3″, 270 lbs of mostly muscle and looked like he was going to kick ass.
He looked at Sr. Agnes and said, “Shut the fuck up. Just who the fuck do you think you are? You come in here, to a place that has been praised all over the country and YOU are going to make it WORK. You attack Sr. Deb who worked here when we didn’t have a pot to piss in. Then after she almost loses her life here and after everything comes together, you guys send her away and you come in here and YOU are going to make it work. It works and it will continue to work…without you. Now get the fuck out of here and DON’T come back.”
Agnes’ jaw almost hit the floor. She stammered, “You can’t fire me…”
“The fuck I can’t…this is my place and you ain’t staying…NOW GET THE FUCK OUT.”
The province head showed up in the morning, with Sr. Agnes. She was a puffed up woman who appeared to be very impressed with herself.
She spent most of the morning in Bro. Ed’s office. The silence coming from the office was deafening.
When they were leaving, Sr. Agnes turned and in a haughty voice said, “I can tell you this, Your Sr. Deb will not be a happy camper.” She smiled, turned and walked out of the Outreach.
“I wish I could punch the bitch’s face in,” I growled.
“You have my permission to do it'” Bro. Ed said.
We threw ourselves into our work. It was just Bro. Ed and I.
Our attempts to contact Sr. Deb were without success. She had been ordered to take an extended retreat and was not permitted any outside contact.
A short time later, the divorce that I had started just before Sr. Deb and I came together, was finalized. I was a free man. But, so what…I had lost my love.
About a month later, as Bro. Ed and I were sitting in the lobby and talking. The entrance door opened and in walked Sr. Deb carrying a bag over her shoulder and pulling another. She smiled and said, “I heard that you are looking for someone to replace the Nun who used to work here.”
Bro. Ed jumped up and shouted, “You’re hired!”
“Even if I am a defrocked nun?” she asked.
Bro. Ed laughed and said, “Then you are getting a raise.”
I stood there staring at her like she was a vision. I couldn’t believe she was really here.
There were hugs and kisses and laughing all around. Bro. Ed locked up and we went to his office and he broke out the bottle of bourbon. We toasted Sr. Deb’s return, we toasted our luck that she came back to us and we toasted our toasting. Laughing and joking with each other.
I just kept looking at Deborah and smiling.
She explained that when she got to Seattle she went to a convent. The other nuns were nice and helpful. But she was not happy. She was having reservations about her life and started to talk to the Mother Superior. The Mother Superior was very understanding and gave her guidance and help.
But, when the Head of the Province, ordered Sr. Deb to go for an extended retreat, she decided to leave and come back here. Hoping that we would need the help. The Mother Superior gave Sr. Deb money and a plane ticket back here. Thus, we once again had Deborah back with us.
After she finished her tale, Bro Ed said he had better get home while he could. He left and locked the front door as he left.
I reached out and took hold of her hands. I looked into her eyes. I knew that all the feelings that she had for me before she left were still there. I pulled her into my lap and put my arms around her. I held her close
Deborah wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her. She looked down at me and slowly our lips came together. Softly, we kissed. Our lips just touching. Giving each other little butterfly kisses.
Deborah and I went back to my apartment. We had stopped and gotten some Chinese takeout and as we were setting up to eat, she put her arms around me and kissed my lips.
It was like the small leak just before the dam breaks open and the flood overwhelms everything.
The dam burst, I scooped her up and carried her to the bedroom. We tore each other’s clothes off throwing them to the floor. She lay back onto the bed. I stood and stared at the wonderful vision before me.
She looked up at me and asked, “What’s the matter, John?”
“I can’t believe that you are here with me. It feels like a dream. I am afraid I might wake up and you will be gone,” I answered.
“I’m really here, my love. Now, come to me and I will prove that I am no dream,” Deborah said smiling.
She held her arms out to me and as I went to her she spread her legs. I leaned down and kissed her, my tongue entering her mouth, meeting and caressing hers.
The kiss quickly went from one of tenderness to one of passion and lust. We groped each other. Her hand went down to my cock and she guided the head to the entrance of her vagina.
With one hard fast thrust I pushed myself completely into her tight, wet, hot tunnel of love. She pushed her hips up trying to force every inch of my dick into her. She wrapped her legs around me, as if locking me into her forever.
I began to thrust in and out of her and she matched my thrusts in speed and passion. This was fucking at its most basic level. We were trying to reach the pinnacle of pleasure and release.
The quest for individual satisfaction transformed into a loving search for mutual sexual pleasure. As our lovemaking grew wilder and more passionate it seemed that we melded into one perfect entity that was complete and self-sustaining. There was no individual John and Deborah, but a single being created by the union of two persons so fully in love and so devoted to each other’s pleasure that the total far exceeded the sum of the individual parts.
Together we reached a totally mind-blowing orgasm. Never before had anything even come close to the love, pleasure and satisfaction that we experienced that evening. I prayed that it would never end.
However, ever so slowly we came down from the mountain of joy we had found together. We lay in the bed still joined, not wanting to break the physical and spiritual union we had achieved. Holding each other, whispering our love and pledging eternal devotion, we fell asleep still joined.
The next morning we awoke just as the sun was rising. We showered and made love as the water washed over our bodies. After dressing we went and opened the Outreach. The day turned into a festival. Everyone who came in was overjoyed to see Deborah.
As the word got out that she had returned, it seemed that the whole neighborhood came to welcome her back. They brought food and drink to celebrate. Bro. Ed was in his glory. He made speeches and praised Deborah to the heavens. No one seemed too upset that she was no longer a Sister but many still called her that. It seemed that she would always be “Sister Deb”.
Deborah’s old roommate, Sr. Pat came to welcome her back. It was decided that Deborah would move back into the apartment they had shared, until the time came when she made an “honest man” out of me.
We were married a few months later. We bought a small house and set up our home. My children accepted Deborah and the grand children just love her. We act like the honeymoon couple we are. We are in love, we are happy and we will be together for the rest of our lives.