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Yaaaaay. I’m Baby girl again.

I jumped to my feet. My legs ached. Slowly, I straightened my knees.

“Give me a hug,” he said.

I hugged him tight.

I’m not going to talk until he says I can. I don’t know if this is over yet, and I want to make him so proud.

“Are you my baby girl?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Go in the kitchen and sit in the sink,” he said as he pointed to the kitchen.

I leaned away from him and looked into his eyes. He wasn’t smiling. His hand pointed to the kitchen.

“The sink, baby girl,” he said sharply.

I walked to the kitchen. I looked at the sink. We had a large oversized sink with one large compartment instead of two. The water faucet had a sprayer on it that could be pulled from the faucet and used to wash vegetables or dishes – kind of like a removable shower nozzle.

I looked at the sink and turned my back to it. I grabbed the edge of the counter and hoisted myself to the countertop. Sitting on the edge of the countertop
, I slid into the basin of the sink. Erik walked in behind me. As I sat in the sink, he looked at me and shook his head from side to side slowly.

He reached for the remote control, and turned up the
Ipod.
Wax Tailor, How I Feel
played.

How appropriate.
A new dawn, a new day, it’s a new life for me… you know how I feel.

I felt like a chicken or something.

He walked to the sink and looked at me. He leaned toward my back and looked at my hair, back and arms.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I closed my eyes.

I felt his hand behind me. I heard him remove the nozzle from the faucet.

Shit.

He turned on the faucet and I heard it spray for a few seconds. I felt the water splash up against me. It changed from cold to warm. I felt small droplets against my thighs and butt as I heard it spray. I felt his hand on my hair as he moved my hair from my face. He pulled it to the side of my face and massaged my scalp.

This is weird.

A short burst of water hit my chest. I jerked and opened my eyes.

“Keep your eyes closed, please,” he said softly.

Shit, I forgot to say a number in the living room for him face fucking me and cock slapping me.

I reached up and pointed to toward the living room.

“Nine,” I said as I pointed to the living room.

I put my hand back at my side. I relaxed and listened to the music. My legs ached from being stuffed into the sink.

Softly, he sprayed my hair. His hand caressed my scalp as he sprayed it from my scalp to the tips. As water hit my face, he wiped it away. The warm water felt good on my scalp. The tension in my legs went away and they quit aching. I relaxed and thought about the day
we met in the dealership.

Erik with a “K”, Enunciate Kelli.

I felt the warm water hit my chest. I smiled. His hand softly slid across my breast, squeezing lightly. His finger circled my nipple. I felt his mouth on my nipple. His tongue licked as his lips lightly kissed. His mouth moved away. I felt the water again. The water dripped down my stomach to between my legs. I could feel it pooling up at my crotch, where my thighs were pressed together.

I felt the water on my hair again. My scalp began to warm up. As he sprayed my hair lightly with the warm water, he kissed my lips lightly. His hand massaged my scalp as we kissed. My entire body tingled.

I have no idea where he gets these ideas, but he sure knows how to get in my head, and make me want to spend every day with him. Understanding him, figuring him out, learning what makes him tick. This man makes me insane. There cannot be another person on this earth like this. Some way, somehow, he knows exactly what to do and how to do it.

The water trickled down my face onto my chin. I squeezed my eyes together. He kissed my cheek. His tongue slid along my face to my chin. As he licked my chin, I felt his lips touch me. His mouth encompassed my chin and he kissed it. As he kissed it, he sucked the water off of it.

I felt his hands behind my shoulders as he slid his mouth to my neck. As he kissed my neck and shoulders, he pulled against my shoulders, leaning my upper body toward him.

His hands slid to under my armpits. He lifted my weight from the sink. I kept my eyes closed. As my legs slipped from the sink, he held my wet body to his and kissed me deep and long.

Our lips against each other, his tongue explored my mouth. He kissed my lips and pulled away. Immediately, he kissed me again, his tongue licking my lips as he began to kiss. As he kissed me, I felt his hands on my back pulling me against him. One hand slid to my ass and held squeezed. His hips against mine, I felt his cock rise against my thigh.

Our lips parted again. He kissed me gently and quickly twice as our bodies parted.

I kept my eyes closed.

I had to capture this and separate it from everything.
Weird. Erotic. Nice. Fuck, I don’t even know what this was.

“
Ten,” I said.

“
Ten. Ten. Ten,” I repeated.

I kept my eyes closed as he guided me across the floor.
His hands slipped behind my thighs and around my shoulder. He picked me up from the floor and placed me on the countertop at the island.

“Lay down, baby girl,” he said.

I laid flat on my back.

I heard him get onto the countertop at the end of the island. I felt his knees between my thighs. His chest pressed against mine, and we began to kiss again. As we kissed I spread my legs wider to invite him inside of me.

I felt his weight lift from my thighs and hips, and then felt the head of his cock against my wet pussy. Slowly, he slid inside.

“
Mmmmmm,” I moaned.

He kissed my lips as he slowly fucked me. His cock slid in and out slowly and deeply. I wrapped my arms around his back and pulled his chest against mine. He did not resist as I pulled him to me. I kept my eyes closed and rolled them back a little, enjoying the feeling of him being inside of me and against my chest.

Thank God. I love him against my chest.

As he continued to kiss me, his hips worked back and forth. The feeling of his cock inside of me was intense. Everything combined was more than I could take. His tongue licked my lips as his hand touched my face. His finger moved my wet hair to behind my ear. He lifted his mouth from my lips, and moved it to my ear.

“I love you baby girl. I love you with every ounce of my being. Understand that,” he whispered into my ear.

His warm breath made me shiver.

His hips worked back and forth, and his cock filled me.

“Can you cum for me?” he breathed into my ear.

That’s it. I’m done.

His breathing became more labored. He began to take quick short breaths.

I relaxed and focused on the feeling of his cock inside of me. I began to contract. As I did, he kissed me deeply. It felt as if his cock doubled in size. I felt it swell. I began to cum. Hard. A deep orgasm. An exhausting orgasm. The kind that puts you to sleep in the middle of the day. It came from my soul.

“
Ohhhhhhh,” I moaned as I came.

I bit my lip.

“Mmmmmmm,” I moaned, my body tingling from head to toe, still cumming.

Slowly, his cock worked in and out. Then, he held it deep.

I felt him explode inside of me. His warm cum filled me as he squeezed my shoulder in his hand and kissed my lips lightly.

“I love you baby girl,” he said as his cock twitched inside of me.

He kissed my lips.

“Open your eyes,” he said.

I opened my eyes.

“You can talk now,” he said.

I nodded.

“I love you,” he said.

I opened my mouth and licked my lips slowly. I looked at his beautiful face. He was teaching me so much about myself. I loved this man like no other woman could ever experience. He was as unique as could be. He defined, to me, what perfection was. I looked up and down his tattooed, muscled body.

I sighed.

He smiled.

“Eleven,” I said.

“A good solid eleven,” I paused.

“And I love you back.”

ERIK.
“So how did it get so, well…critical?” I asked, my hands pressed tight to my hips.

“It’s almost impossible to determine for sure, but he has about ten percent of the use of his remaining kidney. So, technically, he has five percent of what you have,” the doctor explained.

“And the dialysis?” I asked, looking down at the floor.

“He’s been on dialysis for three weeks.
Some do well with dialysis, others not so well. I would have to check to be certain, but if memory serves me correctly, he’s been three or four times a week,” he said.

“What’s the bottom line, doc?” I asked.

“He’s dying, Erik. The dialysis causes anemia, the anemia is countered by the iron we’re giving him, he’s just…well, he’s just
dying
,” he responded in a very matter of fact tone.

“Wrong answer, doc.
What can we do?” I asked.

“There’s nothing that can be done now, it’s just a matter of time,” he responded again, looking at his watch.

“I appreciate you meeting me down here,” I said as I extended my hand.

He extended his arm and shook my hand.

“I’ve got another…” he stammered, again looking at his watch.

“
I understand. Again, thank you. I uhhmm…one thing. I need one thing,” I said, turning to face him again.

“Yes?” he asked.

“I’m on the sheet. I’m listed as family, correct?” I asked.

He nodded before he looked at the screen of his iPad
, “Yes here it is, Erik Ead. You are.”

“Make note. If anything happens, you call me. Not Kelli. You call me. No exceptions, understand?”

“I’ll make note of it,” he said.

“Make note now, doc. Do it now,” I demanded.

“Consider it done,” he said as he scribbled on his pad.

“Thanks, doc,” I said as he turned to walk away.

I walked out of the waiting room and turned down the hallway. I slowed my walk down and took my time. I was not looking forward to this. As I approached the room, I took a deep breath and exhaled.

I slowly opened the door. Kelli sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father’s face, whispering to him quietly. It was apparent she had been crying. She turned to face me, and quickly wiped her face, checking for tears.

I walked to the foot of the bed and reached down to touch Gene’s feet. They felt cold. I covered them with the blanket and tucked it under his heels.

“Son, how you doing?” he asked in a raspy voice.

“I’m doing well, Gene. You need to get your ass out of here, the dealer is going to go to hell without you. They’ll be giving cars away before you know it,” I said, trying to change the mood a little.

“Get me a wheel
chair in here. Hell, if you can fit me in the trunk of your M, we can skedaddle,” he chuckled.

The chuckle produced a cough.

He was dying. He looked like a different man in a matter of a few weeks. Seeing him sickened me. I stood and wondered why I couldn’t have his blood type. I would sacrifice all that I had for this man.

Time passes and things change.

That is a given.

Kelli held his hand and tried to force a smile.

“Kelli, let me talk to Erik for a minute. You want to go down to the cafeteria and get something for you two to drink?” Gene asked.

Kelli looked at me and then turned back to Gene. Slowly,
she stood. She straightened the wrinkles from her jeans, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

“What…
uhhmm. What,” she coughed into her hand.

“Want. What do you want?” she asked as she walked toward me.

“Water, baby. Just a bottle of water,” I responded.

She pulled her purse from the chair and put it over her shoulder. As she approached me, she stood on her tip-toes and puckered her lips. As I kissed her, she pulled her head back slowly and whispered.

“He’s gonna be just fine,” she said, “just fine.”

I nodded and fought back tears, knowing otherwise.

After Kelli was gone, I walked to the head of the bed and held Gene’s hand.

“Go make sure she’s gone son,” he said softly.

I walked to the door and opened it. I stepped into the hall and looked both directions. The halls were bare, short of a lone nurse pushing a pill cart. I walked back into the room.