* * *
"All set Mom?" Madeline asked as she opened the front door of her
condo and wheeled out the last of the luggage. It was 9 a.m. on Sunday
morning, and they were about to hop on the Florida turnpike on their way
to four days of fun in Disneyworld. They'd each gotten a good night's
sleep and were excited about hanging out with Mickey, Minnie and the
rest of the enchanting cast of characters.
"I'm ready, hon!" Monica Rose replied, with a final check around the
kitchen to ensure she'd picked up all of her medications. Though she and
Maddy had taken Louis to Disney just five years prior, she was looking
forward to experiencing some of the new attractions Maddy had told her
so much about. And she always enjoyed visiting Epcot's World Showcase,
where various pavilions and attractions offered a glimpse into the customs
and culinary traditions of various countries including Japan, Italy,
Norway-and of course, the USA.
Maddy locked the door behind them as they made their way to her
silver Honda, all tuned up and ready to safely transport them the 180
miles or so to Orlando. She'd loaded the car with some of her favorite
CD's and motivational tapes to keep them entertained along the way.
Blessed with sunny, comfortable weather, the trek north was sure to be a
delightful one.
After confirming they'd loaded all of the bags with one last look
around the car, Maddy backed out of her reserved space and lead the
vehicle out to Dixie Highway, intending to access I-95 from Yamato
Road, and then pick up the turnpike in Jupiter. It would be her last hurrah
for a while, as her new corporate position was set to begin in another
week; she looked forward to spending this quality time with her mother.
* * *
Ken felt his heart pound in his chest as he listened to the familiar ring
tone and eagerly anticipated hearing the sounds of her sweet voice again.
A few moments later he did, though it was via voicemail, and not the live
version: Hi, this is Madeline Rose. I can't take your call right now, but it is really
important to me. Please leave me a message and I promise to return your call just as
soon as I can. Talk to you soon and have a great day!As her outgoing message played, he felt for the first time in over
fifteen years the welcome bolt of electricity igniting his soul and coursing
through his body; suddenly, it was 1992 again, and he and Maddy were
making out on his waterbed, while the moonlight filtered through the
skylight above them.
His hands caressed her face as he gazed into her expressive amber
eyes. Nestled beneath his body, he could feel her heart beating fast while
he placed his lips tenderly on hers, and then eventually tasted the
sweetness of her mouth with his soft, subtle tongue. Maddy sighed,
returning his advances with equal amounts of passion and fervor. In the
background, the sensual sounds of their favorite music amplified their
desires, steadily leading them on a mesmerizing path of fulfillment for
body, mind and soul.
"Kenny?" Her voice was a mere whisper as he nibbled at her ear. He
brought his face close to hers.
"Yes?" Her fingers traced the waves of his blond hair as she made her
request.
"I want you to make love to me."
Happily stunned, but wanting to confirm the words he'd been longing
to hear ever since meeting her, he studied her face for a moment before
asking, "You sure, sweetheart? 'Cause you know I'd like nothing better
than to make passionate love to you all night. I just need to know it's what
you really want, too. Otherwise, it won't-"
Madeline answered him with a kiss that left him breathless as he
proceeded to slowly unbutton her blouse to reveal her delicate, porcelain
skin and the black lace of her bra. He began to trace kisses down her
neck, working his way down to the curve of her breasts as he gently
moved his hands over her. In the next moment, he carefully slid the
garment off of her body and shifted her on top of him as he moved onto
his back in one smooth move.
With her auburn hair cascading past her shoulders and her fair skin
gleaming in the soft light, she far exceeded any vision of beauty he'd
previously held in mind, both as an adolescent and a young man sailing
around the world. He reached around her back to unhook the last trace of
clothing from her chest, barely able to contain his excitement as delicious
thoughts of finally seeing and experiencing every inch of her petite, curvy
body conflicted with genuine concern for this being her very first time,
and his desire to make it as beautiful for her as possible.
Back in the present, an intrusive beep interrupted Ken's fantasy.
Though they'd never gotten nearly that far back in the day, his virtual
interlude had felt so real to him that-for one brief second, he couldn't
distinguish between reality and imagination. He hoped that very soon,
he'd no longer have to. Caught off guard, his message kind of rambled on,
in spite of his best efforts.
Madeline, hey it's Kenny. My Mom said she got a letter addressed from Royal
Palm Way. I haven't read it yet, but…uh-I didn't say anything to her-but I
assume that would be a Boca Bayou residence, and that would mean that you wrote me
a letter. Uh, I guess it's a birthday... thing since you and I share the same birthday.
Like I said, I haven't read it yet, 'cause I haven't been able to get over there, I've been
so swamped with work.
So…uh, hope you're having a wonderful March, and that's about it. Thanks for
the card. I haven't had the time to get over there, I've been so busy. But I will grab it,
appreciate it, and hopefully…well, the reason I called is to make sure…uh…that you
didn't need to talk to me. 'Cause I'm not sure what's going on with you, what's
happenin', but I hope everything's ok. It was such a pleasant surprise and I'm gonna
try to get over there this afternoon. So, um…thanks again…oh, and if you want to
reach me, my cell number is (954) 555-1870. It's a business line, but you can call it
anytime. Ok, talk to you later!