Translator: Volume 07 of 08

While riding with paramedics to add people to her Women At Work drawing series, Reebehkuh is brought face to face with her past abuse which has unexpected consequences and inspires new drawings. Although separated, Annjuhleesuh thinks of an unusual way to encourage Reebehkuh and hopes it’s not misunderstood while she deals with her own new experiences that are less painful, but still distracting.

A peek inside:

“So, what were you laying there smiling about?”

“That I could be healed enough to actually make love to a man. That reminds me, thank you so very much for encouraging me to trust an old man and to accept his comfort which led to the most wonderful pleasure I’ve ever enjoyed.” Turning on her side, Reebehkuh tightly hugs and kisses Annjuhleesuh.

“It was truly my pleasure,” Annjuhleesuh says as she turns on her side. They pull each other closer and as breast meets breast, they groan even as they deeply kiss.

With their breathing almost back to normal, they’re about to start kissing again when they hear Henry tell Lynn Sue, “Pay attention, dear, this is an example of how horny teenagers act. They ignore the fact that there are other people in the room, they ignore the fact that they really ought to have a good breakfast first so that they have the energy to more fully enjoy intimate pleasure, and they’re probably even ignoring their bladders.”

Before he can say more, Annjuhleesuh and Reebehkuh in a quick roll and a scramble of limbs plaster themselves to Lynn Sue and Henry and kiss them as well as they can while trying to hold in the laughter. Breathing is soon a priority and when she can, Reebehkuh leans her head back a little to look at him and says, “For such a boring old man, you do a damn good imitation of a horny teenager.”

“I have lots of inspiration and examples to follow.” He deeply kisses her, briefly tickles her, rolls her to her side, slips out of bed, and quickly stumbles to the bathroom. As he steps out of the bathroom, he steps into Lynn Sue’s arms and is so tempted to do more than briefly kiss her, but he restricts himself to lightly pat her on her bare buttocks as she steps into the bathroom.

He can barely start to consider whether he ought to get dressed when Reebehkuh walks into the bedroom and more than distracted by her naked beauty, he follows her lead, sits on the side of the bed, and wraps his arms around her when she kneels on the bed straddling his legs and sits on his upper thighs. She briefly kisses him before she says, “Henry, I know I can’t explain it in any way that you would be able to fully understand, but thank you so much for never taking advantage of me, for never putting me under any coercion, for never giving me a reason to fear, and for always treating me with respect. I know that you’ll say it was the right way to treat another person and I agree that it was, but so few people actually practice it. . . . More than that, thank you so very much for caring for me as a person, for supporting and encouraging me to be all that I can or want to try to be, and for being so deeply concerned and sensitive as to how I might respond to different situations because of what I was forced to endure.”

Struggling to hold back her tears of gratitude, Reebehkuh continues, “I don’t mean to cry when you make me so very happy, but sometimes I just feel so overwhelmed at trying to express even a small portion of what you mean to me because of all you’ve done for me without even asking for anything in return other than the opportunity to continue caring for me. . . . And then, to add to all of that, you give me such glorious pleasure, again without coercion, without fear, and without asking for anything in return.” Unable to fully say what she feels, she kisses him as long and as deeply as she can. When she can speak without gasping for breath, she requests, “Love me, my lord. Show me love and beauty and pleasure.”