Love Lost and Found By Mildred Trent

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Love Lost and Found By Mildred Trent

Chapter One Love is a fragile thing. We find it, then lose it. We want it, then let it go. I did that and have regretted it ever since. See, I, Priscilla Keaton, fell in love with my high school sweetheart, Travis Williams. It was crazy. We met in junior high and became friends. Travis was the ugliest thing to me back then but he was funny as hell and I enjoyed being around him. We both played basketball and I loved seeing him in those little shorts. See, I was a fast child, as the older people used to say. While the other girls my age were barely getting interested in boys, I was already there. Unlike the other boys at that age, you know, gangly with arms that appeared to be longer than their whole body, Travis was muscular. I guess working with his dad laying bricks in the summers was developing his physique ahead of schedule. Anyway, his face wasnt all that to look at but his bodyOh Man! We became great friends through our junior high years then zoning regulations took us to different high

schools and we lost contact our freshman year. We ran into each other again during our sophomore football season. Travis had filled out even more and that mug of his had caught up with his body. Wow! He had changed. He still had that killer personality and now the body and face made him a total package. I think thats when I first realized I liked him a little more than I was willing to admit. We started talking on the phone and hanging out whenever possible. Travis played football and I started going to the games just to see him in those tight-assed football pants. We decided to take things a little further. We announced we were going together and I began wearing his school jacket. There were some pissed off females and even more pissed males because I chose to date one of the stars on a rival team. The guys even threatened to hurt him bad because he was the reason our athletes had to play so hard to beat the other team. Things were great. We stayed a couple through the remainder of our sophomore year, during the summer break and on into our junior year. I had one of the hottest guys in the eleventh grade in all

four high schools combined and he was really into me. We used to have school dances after games. Whether we won or lost, my school always had a dance to allow us to burn off some steam and keep us out of trouble. We were wilding out with our friends and Travis asked if I wanted to take a ride with him. Of course I said yes because it would give us a chance to be alone, which we had never been able to do before. He had a Volkswagen Beatle; Ill never forget it. Travis father had actually bought Travis that car when he was fifteen but wouldnt allow him to drive it to school until he was sixteen. We rode to a known hangout park and Travis turned the engine off. We joked and played for a while then he leaned over and looked me in the eyes. All joking stopped on a dime. He wasnt my first (I told you I was fast) so I dont know why I was scared, but I was. I stared at him for a few moments then decided I really wanted to do this and leaned the remainder of the distance. Our lips met. Now, I already said he wasnt my first, but his kiss set my drawers on fire. My pussy was so wet from that one kiss, I started slipping in the seat

trying to relieve some of the pressure in my clit. He knew what was wrong with me and tried to slide his hand down the front of my jeans to finger me. My jeans were too tight, painted on, for him to get his hand inside so he unbuttoned and unzipped them. Travis looked back up at me and asked, You want me to take it out? My addle-brained mind didnt comprehend what he was asking until he reached down and unzipped his jeans. Oh, okay. Im back in the game now. He pulled his dick out and Wholly Shit, it was the biggest dick Id ever seen. I had heard stories about how big he was. One girl hed been with said she couldnt even take him all the way in. Seeing it with my own eyes now, I believe her. Travis reached over and grabbed my hand. He wrapped my fingers around his dick and they almost didnt meet. Now, I was about to piss myself. Would it fit? Would it hurt? Could I actually do this? Put your big girl panties on and ride that stallion I told myself and I was determined to do just that. So lost in my own head, I didnt realize hed slid his hand inside my jeans until I felt the pressure on my

throbbing clit. A strangled cry left my throat as he began to rub circles. I lost all inhibitions in that moment. Removing my hand from his gigantic cock, I shimmied out of my jeans and panties. He did the same then slid his seat as far back as it would go. Naked from the waist down, I climbed across the gearshift and straddled his hips. I couldnt get my right leg down between the seat and the door and I knew if I opened it the cab light would come on. We werent the only ones in the park. I brought my feet up on either side of his body in the seat and squatted over him. I knew I had just opened myself up unrestricted and if he was able to get it all in, I would feel it in my throat. Travis reached between our groins and started to line up with my dripping hole. Wait, dont put it in just yet, I said. Why? Travis asked. I cant take it just yet. Give me a minute, I replied and lowered my pussy to the underside of his dick. I began rocking, sliding up and down on his dick. He groaned and reached under me, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer for more friction. It felt good but I wasnt getting enough stimulation on my clit.

I gripped the back of the seat and leaned forward. That did it. Now I had the pressure on my clit I needed to get off. With his help, I rocked hard; up and down, over and over. I felt it coming and couldnt have stopped it if I wanted to. I came, hard. I couldnt shout because I didnt want anyone to hear me so I bit the back of the seat to muffle the sound. Then, I did scream and didnt care who heard, for Travis had taken advantage of the fact that I was now so wet I was leaking all over him to spear me, balls deep. He gripped my ass and held me impaled on his dick. I saw stars. It was almost as if I was losing my virginity all over again. I looked down at him and his eyes were closed, head thrown back. He was straining, sweat running down his face. We stayed that way for about two minutes then he opened his eyes and looked up at me. Ive never been able to get all the way in before. Youre so fucking tight it feels like you are strangling my dick. Can I move now? he pleaded. In answer to his question, I slowly began to grind our groins together, feeling every inch of that massive

dick stretching me farther than Id ever thought possible. He closed his eyes again and groaned deeply. Feeling a little braver now, I started lifting off his dick and slowly lowering myself back down. I set a slow steady rhythm because he was just so damn big. He gripped my ass cheeks tight enough to bruise and his eyes popped open. III have to move. Youre killing me, Travis said. Well, move then, I said, gripping the back of the seat with a white-knuckled grip preparing for what was to come. Travis lifted and held me right where he wanted, then slammed up into me with enough force, my feet left the seat. I screamed. He moaned, pulled out and did it again. After about six such attacks, I realized, This shit feels good as hell and started slamming my body down as Travis slammed up. It was grueling. We fucked so hard the shocks on the car were screaming. The seat was bucking like wed loosened a few bolts. I could have cared less if the entire car fell apart as long as Travis didnt stop. He released one of my cheeks and brought his hand up and grabbed the back of my neck. He brought

our mouths together in a bruising kiss and held me by the neck in place, effectively stopping my movements. He fucked me blue. I was so full of dick I was afraid I wouldnt be able to walk for the next two weeks. Travis suddenly released my other butt cheek, threw that arm around my waist and pulled me down hard. My left foot slipped off the seat and I crashed down on his dick in a mind-splitting orgasm that had light spots dancing behind my eyelids. Vaguely I heard Travis moan loudly then I felt a gush of heat fill me from the inside. Gush after gush, Travis filled me to overflow but he held on. After what felt like forever, Travis grip eased up and he slid the hand hed held me by the neck with down to my other leg and rubbed. Your legs have got to be tired, being cramped up like that for so long, he said. Yeah, I do need to move and stretch, I said, climbing back over the gearshift to the passenger seat. Looking around and the other cars parked in the park, I could see the ones closest had fogged windows, just like ours, so there was no fear of being spotted if I got out the car still half naked. I reached on

the floor and grabbed my jeans and panties. Opening the door, I stepped out on shaky legs and began redressing. I hadnt thought to bring any tissue so my panties would be throw-a-ways when I got home. Dressed, I walked around the car a few times to work out the kinks in my muscles. Travis had redressed in the car then got out and walked beside me. We began laughing and joking again and after about ten minutes, got back in the car and headed back to the school.

Chapter Two We spent every possible moment we could manage together. We talked on the phone till late in the night. Every game we could be together, we were. Wed gotten in the habit of finding time to fuck as often as possible. Wed go to the drive-in but never watch the movie. We visited the park on many occasions. Our friendship was quickly growing into something deeper but we were too young to consider all that yet. Our senior year found us still hot and heavy. Our time together was easier now because our parents knew we were serious about each other and they gave their blessings for us to date. (If only they knew) Travis had spoiled me in the dick department because I knew I would never be able to get satisfaction with someone who wasnt blessed. At some point in January of that year, a friend of mine, Thomas, whom Id had a thing with off and on for a while, decided he wanted more on than off. Thomas had been leaving high school as I was entering. Wed started talking my freshman year and, believe it or not,

hit it off. We actually had a lot in common and I really liked the fact my boyfriend was older than me. Back in those days, having a boyfriend out of school was a status thing and I enjoyed my fame. He would bring me lunch every day and since hed graduated from the same school, most of the teachers knew him and didnt complain that he was there. We didnt begin a sexual relationship until we had been friends for about six months. Our first time was hell. It hurt so bad I didnt think I would ever do it again. I cried and Thomas held me. He told me it would get easier the more we did it and he would go as slow as it took for me to become accustomed to him. He did, too. After the third time, I had it down pat and it no longer hurt. Thomas taught me different positions and how to move to ensure my partner got as much pleasure as I did. He taught me sex wasnt just about getting a nut, but feeling one with the person youre with. I was crazy about him. Not only because he was my first sexual partner, but because he genuinely cared about my well being. My parents knew Thomas and would let me go to

games and movies with him. It helped that his father and mine worked at the same place so if Thomas misbehaved, his father would kick his ass. Thomas also taught me another of lifes lessons. After wed been sexually active for three months, I found out I wasnt the only one he was sexually involved with. One day we were at a basketball game and a female came up to him ranting and raving like a lunatic. I didnt know what was going on or who she was. I sat there watching this interaction, looking like a fool. She finally left and Thomas looked over at me. Yeah, Id figured it out and he knew it. Thomas started to speak but I held my hand up. I guess I should have known it was too good to be true but I was blinded by infatuation. I stopped seeing him for about three months after that incident but eventually went back, purely for the sex. More and more incidences of females with attitudes occurred and I eventually decided as good as the dick was, it wasnt worth all the hassle. So, when Thomas called me and said he missed me and wanted to spend more time together, I, being young and always horny, decided I could do that. I told him

about Travis and that we would have to keep it on the low. He was okay with that because he was older and didnt need the headaches, especially after everything hed put me through. Thomas was blessed in the dick department also, just not as blessed as Travis. Thats probably why it hurt so badly the first time. I was in heaven now. Two big dicks just for little ole me? Hell, yeah. Travis had start hearing rumors about this thing with Thomas and I and confronted me. See, Travis knew Thomas. Growing up in a small town didnt leave very much room for sneaking around with someone your significant other wouldnt know. Not to mention the fact that we were friends before we ever became lovers, so Id told him about Thomas. Travis knew we still kept in touch from time to time, but he didnt know Id started messing around with him again. I told him we were just friends, as wed always been, and he needed to stop listening to everything the street committee said. Travis left it alone. I told Thomas about this and since he knew Travis, he decided he would get buddy, buddy with Travis to alleviate his concerns.

They started going to the YMCA together to play basketball. Thomas didnt go to college. He got a good job right out of high school. The fact that Thomas played basketball in high school gave him and Travis a common interest. Travis liked playing with the older, more experienced players because it helped sharpen his skills, so them going to the Y and playing together was the ideal scenario. Dont get me wrong, Thomas really liked Travis so it wasnt just a front. It went on like that for the remainder of high school. I graduated the first semester of my senior year and went directly to the junior college. I had all my credits and decided it would do me no good to stay in high school the remaining six months. Travis, who still had to finish his high school credits, was still in high school and with my class schedule that left me a lot more time with Thomas. One day, Travis left school early and came to the junior college, which was only a block away from his school. After riding around the parking lot for almost thirty minutes, he didnt see my car so he decided to ride around. He went by my parents house. No car. He rode by other family houses and didnt see my car.

Then he rode by my godparents house, and turning down a side street when he didnt see my car, low and behold, there it was. See, Thomas lived on that side street. Thomas and I hadnt too long finished what we had been doing when we heard banging at the front door. We were both dressed, just sitting on the bed talking, so he got up to answer the door. I didnt hear anything so I figured it was one of Thomas many women mad because he had company. The door to the bedroom pushed open and Travis walked in. I was shocked shitless but didnt let it show on my face. Id become a pro at hiding my indiscretions and my poker face was game tight. What are you doing here? I asked with a nonchalance I didnt feel. I should ask you the same thing, Travis said, voice dripping venom. I got out of class early and didnt feel like going home, so I came here to hang out with Thomas for a while, I replied. He looked me up and down and noticed the only thing I didnt have on was my shoes. I guess he figured

since I was sitting on the side of the bed, which was made back up, it only made since I wouldnt have them on. I know theres something going on that you arent telling me but youre going to lie about it anyway so theres no sense asking, Travis said and turned to leave the apartment. I jumped up, grabbed my shoes and followed him out. As we go into the living room, we noticed at the same time that Thomas had left. Travis stopped and turned on me. If I had believed you, I sure as hell dont know. Your boy just told on you. Why the hell would he leave his own apartment if there wasnt anything going on between you two? I was speechless. What could I say? What Travis said made sense. Even if Thomas had wanted to give us privacy, he could have stepped outside. He didnt have to leave. It was a fucked up situation I couldnt talk my way out of. Travis turned and walked out the door. He got in his car, started the engine, put it in reverse, and peeled out the driveway. Disgusted with Thomas and defeated, I got in my own car and went home.

Travis and I didnt talk for a week after that incident. I didnt even attempt to call because I knew I was wrong. I was miserable. Thomas had called to find out what had happened at the apartment and I lost it. I told him he wasnt a real man because if he were, he would have stayed at the apartment and at least made it look innocent. I told him I saw why he had women trouble because he wasnt player material. Players didnt get caught. Well, I guess I wasnt a player either because Id been caught as well. Needless to say, Thomas and I were off again, and this time for good. When Travis did finally call me, he demanded to see me. I was nervous but I missed him so much, I put my nervousness aside and met him at the park. Now, I grew up in a time where sucking dick was a white girl thing. We didnt do that. But Travis decided it was time to change that. We got to the park and I got out of my car and got into his. We sat there about five minutes not saying a thing. I wouldnt even look at him. Then, I heard his zipper going down and rustling of clothes. I looked over at Travis. Hed pulled his pants down enough to free his dick and was commando underneath.

Suck me, Travis said. Huh, was all I could say in reply. You fucking heard me. Suck me, Travis all but growled at me. I aint I started only to be cut off. The fuck if you aint. You were fucking this man behind my back all the while trying to get us to be friends to keep me off the trail. For all I know, you may be sucking him. Even if you arent, youre going to suck me, Travis said. Travis reached over and grabbed the back of my neck. He brought my head to his lap, and with his other hand wrapped round the base of his dick, forced my mouth down on his dick. How, you ask? He had such a tight grip on the back of my neck, my mouth was open as I gasped from the pain. He rammed all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged. He eased up and pulled out until the head was the only thing left inside. I briefly thought about biting down but remembered my motto, Never Mess Up Anything You May Want Again Later, so I reigned in that thought. Now, here I am, the head of Travis dick in my mouth, his hand on the back of my neck holding me in place.

Then he did the strangest thing. The hand thatd been wrapped around his dick came up and rubbed my cheek. I was gone. Travis had never really been big on speaking how he felt but he always knew how to say it with actions. I wrapped my lips tight around the head of his dick and began stroking it with my tongue. Travis grip on my neck loosened and now he rubbed my back. I knew I wouldnt be able to take him all the way in but was determined to take as much as possible. I began to suck, bobbing my head up and down. Travis began fucking my mouth in short, sharp thrusts. I reached over and cupped his balls, and he moaned long and low. What power! I never would have imagined sucking dick would give me this kind of power over a man. I was dizzy with it. I could see why white girls did it now. I doubled my efforts to get as much down my throat as possible. Travis was panting now. His strokes were no longer controlled but erratic and frenzied. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks on every pull. Travis wrapped his fingers in my hair and started thrusting like a wild man. I learned quickly to take a

deep breath on the up strokes and hold it on the down. He was going to come. IN MY MOUTH, my mind screamed. I had to pull off but Travis was having none of that. He stroked twice more then his body went stiff. The first hot jet surprised the hell out of me and I almost choked. A second quickly followed so I had to swallow quickly to catch the next. That was the cycle for close to a minute and a half. Hed squirt. Id swallow. Travis went limp. He released my hair and went back to rub lazy circles on my back. I let his limp dick fall from my mouth and lay with my head on his lap, trying to catch my breath. He forgave me and we were back together.

Chapter Three

Graduation came in June of that year and I went back to my high school to participate in graduation and march with my class. I went to see Travis march, too. He started at the local college in the fall. I was in my third quarter, still at the junior college. After one year in college, Travis decided it wasnt for him. He enlisted in the Navy and left. I finished junior college after a year and a half then went to the local technical college to get a one-year certificate in hands on training in the computer field. Travis called one day after hed finished basic training and got to his first duty station, asking if I would come live with him. Are you crazy? My folks arent going for that, I told him. My parents were old fashioned. No shacking up for their kids. Besides, Im still in school and I want to finish. We can get married then if you want to? Travis asked. That blew my damn mind. I wanted nothing more but would never have told him that. Well? Travis asked when I didnt respond.

Yes, I said, trying to hold back the tears. Give me some time to find out how long Ill be stationed here and what else I need to do and Ill call you back with the information, Travis said. I didnt tell my family at first. Didnt feel there was anything they could do to stop me so there was no reason for it. I was twenty and didnt live in my parents house any longer. Travis said it wasnt a good idea and that I should tell them. I finally did about a week before we were scheduled to go to the courthouse. Neither of us wanted the pomp and circumstance of a big wedding so the Justice of the Peace was enough. We were married a month after hed asked. I packed my things and moved to begin my life with the love of my life. Wed been married three months when I found out Travis was seeing someone else. It hurt me so bad I thought Id die. Thinking back to the time Travis had found out about Thomas and me, I cried myself to sleep. Now I knew how he felt. I would have felt it just desserts if we hadnt been married. I confronted him

and he blew me off. I left. I couldnt live with this man knowing I meant that little to him. Wed been separated two months when I got a call from one of his squad mates telling me he was in the hospital. Travis had put his hand through a racket ball court window and messed up the tendons in his wrist. I panicked. I packed a few things and made my way back to the city he was stationedthank GOD it was only three hours awayand got to the hospital. When I walked in the hospital room, Travis was laying there, arm bandaged up in traction, asleep. He woke when his father who had made the trip with me and I walked in the room. The tears began flowing and my heart sank. I walked over to him and just held him as we both cried our eyes out. His father walked to the other side of the bed and placed a hand on each of us. When we stopped crying, his father said, You two need to get your shit together and stop all this foolishness. Any fool can see how in love you are. You are only making yourselves and each other miserable. He was right, of course, and Travis and I promised to do better. His father left after about two hours.

Travis asked the nurse that came in to check on him if he could get a shower. She went to check with the doctor then came back with a plastic bag. She wrapped the plastic bag around his arm and we went to the shower. I stood on the outside of the stall trying to wash him but only managed to soak myself instead. Taking off my clothes, I got in with him and bathed him from head to toe. Of course, by the time Id reached his dick, it was hard as steel. Why not? Itd been a while and I really did miss him. We made slow love while making sure to keep as much water as possible off his arm. With the shower finished, we returned to the room. The nurse came in with a chicken-shit grin on her face because she knew what wed been doing. I just shrugged my shoulders while Travis blushed, if that were possible with his chocolate complexion. Two days later, Travis was released from the hospital on leave. We made the drive back to our hometown and I babied him. Everything was going smoothly and we were reconnecting until Thomas decided to show up out of the blue, just to say hi.

Travis snapped. I tried to explain that Thomas and I hadnt been together in a whileI wasnt going to say how long the while wasbut Travis wouldnt hear any of it. Even though I loved Travis with all my heart, the player girl was still ingrained in me and I didnt want Travis to know him catching me had cause Thomas to get the boot. I just couldnt let Travis know hed won. Why? Id never truly admitted to anything happening between Thomas and me. I just never denied it either. I know that sounds childish and omission is the same as admission, but I hadnt said the words and I wouldnt. PERIOD. Travis got in the car and somehow managed to drive to his stick shift to his parents house. He called me later and said he should have never married me because once a hoe, always a hoe. That pissed me off. If he wanted to believe I was still messing around with Thomas, then fuck him. I didnt call Travis and wouldnt answer his calls when he called me. He decided to come to the house about a week after that phone call. I opened the door and just looked at him. Id just woken up so it looked like my eyes were puffy from crying. Travis grabbed my waist with his good hand and began crying on my

shoulder. He apologized over and over until I got tired of hearing it and just told him to stop. I explained to him I wasnt messing with Thomas. That he was projecting his guilt on me. We talked for hours about everything wed both done wrong. I still never actually said the words. We pledged we would work it out if I came back to him. I did. Travis had to go back for a follow-up doctors appointment a week later so we looked for an apartment while we were there. Hed been living with a friend in his squadron since Id left. We moved back in together a week later and life was good. I was walking up the stairs headed to the apartment one day after Id gotten home from work. A young lady Id never seen before stopped me. She informed me that my husband was fucking her roommate and I needed to follow her. I told her I didnt believe her and wasnt interested in her fairytales. She said, If you really dont believe me then theres no harm following me. Resigned to prove her wrong, I followed. The girl led me to an apartment complex about ten minutes away from ours.

When we got to the apartment, I was the one proven wrong. Travis was so deep in the pussy he didnt even hear me walk in. The girl had her hands on Travis ass, guiding his strokes. I walked over, placed my hand on his ass also and waited. Realization finally came and Travis looked over his shoulder, eyes big as dinner plates. Dont stop on my account. I just wanted you to know Id been here, I said and turned and walked out the apartment. By the time got back to our complex and made it to the bottom step, Travis was pulling into the parking lot. I knew only because of the squeal of the tires as he came to an abrupt stop in the parking space. Not really in the mood for dramatics or theatrics, I continued up the stairs. He came running up the sidewalk and up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Id just unlocked and opened the door when he reached me. I walked inside, him hot on my heels. He closed the door then began, I can You can what, I interrupted. Explain? No, you cant. There is no explanation. I thought we were through with this but obviously I was wrong. I dont

want to talk about this right now. I may NEVER want to talk about it, I said in a tone brokering no argument from him. Being a country girl, momma taught me to cook meals without even being home. Crock-pots and slow cookers are my favorite kitchen appliances. I went into the kitchen and fixed both our plates. He was sitting on the couch, trying to figure out what to do, I guess. Anyway, I sat on the couch beside him both plates in my hand. I placed his plate on the coffee table in front of him. I grabbed the remote, turned on the television, and began to eat. I looked at Travis from the corner of my eye and noticed hed picked up the plate but had yet to take a bite. Serves your dumb ass right, I thought to myself. I reached over with my fork and took a bite out of everything on his plate. Once he saw that, he was satisfied I hadnt tried to poison him and began to eat. We ate in silence until wed finished. I got up, took the plates back in the kitchen and cleaned the kitchen. Heading to the bathroom to take a shower. I left Travis on the couch. I felt the shower curtain open and a couple seconds later, Travis

tentative touch on my back. I stiffened at first but knew I wouldnt be able to hold out long so just gave up. I turned to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him with every ounce of love I felt for this man. We made love that night and it felt like the first time. All the love we felt for each other came out and we cried in each others arms over everything that either had done to hurt the other. That lasted about a month. I found out he was messing with yet another girl again and decided that was it. Enough was enough. So I left again. I had nothing left to give and Im sorry wasnt going to cut it this time. We talked off and on for over three months. Travis informed me that he was getting stationed out of the country and hed already told the Navy I was going with him. I started not to but I was so in love with this man, I couldnt talk myself into not going.

Chapter Four The movers came to pack us out and a week later, I was on a plane. Travis had been there a little over a month before I arrived so hed acclimated himself with the base. The movers came with our furniture and we settled in. I immediately began looking for a job and found one within a month. Travis was still playing basketball so I would go watch him play when I wasnt working. It was at one of these games that I found out Travis was up to his old tricks yet again. I didnt even try to deny it or argue the point. At half time, Travis looked in the bleacher were I always sat and saw the female sitting next to me. He knew his shit was hitting the fan and there wasnt a thing he could do about it. When we got home that night, I told him, Theres

no need talking about it because Ive heard it all before. As long as no one else comes to me with the shit, you can do what the fuck ever you want to do, but dont think Im going to sit around waiting for you to find time for me. He didnt like that one bit but what could he do? I threw myself into my job and started working out at the gym. Id gotten lazy and really needed to get back into shape. While at the gym one day, I met one of Travis basketball teammates. We got to talking and he invited me to his room. I went because I was horny as hell and Travis and I hadnt had sex in over a month. Found out, he too was blessed with a big dick and I rode him for hours. When I got home, Travis in bed fast asleep, and all I could do was crash. I was well fucked and tired as hell. Travis came home from work the following day and asked, Have you been to the barracks? I acted as if I didnt know what the hell he was talking about. Several people came up to me and told me they saw my car parked at the barracks last night and I know I wasnt there, he said.

I replied, I dont know you werent there. As a matter of fact, I dont know where you were before you came home and went to sleep, so youre asking the wrong person. Travis was mad. The thought of me going out and actually cashing in on my threat of finding someone else was more than his brain could handle. I brushed it off like it was nothing and went on about my business. Two nights later, a couple of the girls I worked with decided they wanted to go out and asked, You want to go with? I didnt have any plans and figured Travis would be off with one of his friends, so I said, What the hell? When I got home from work, Travis was home, to my surprise. I walked in said, Hi, and headed to the shower. After Id dressed and come into the living room, Travis asked, Where are you going? Some of the girls from work asked me to go out with them. I said yes, I replied. I didnt figure youd be home anyway and Im tired of being in this house by myself. I dont want you to go out, Travis replied.

Why? I asked, my dumb ass thinking he wanted to spend time with me. Yeah, right. Because I dont think youre going out with the girls. I think youre going to meet some guy, he replied with a straight face. Well, you can believe what you want but Im going. I walked back into the bedroom to finish getting my things together. While I was in the bedroom, Travis decided I wasnt and he was going to make sure I didnt. He went outside and disconnected the distributor cap on the car then came back inside like nothing had happened. I came back out the room and went out the door without another word. I got in the car, put the key in the ignition and turned. Nothing. I popped the hood and got out the car. When I saw what hed done, I decided that was the final straw. If he was willing to go to these lengths, there was no telling what else hed be willing to do. I closed the hood and went back inside. I thought you were going out, Travis said as I closed the door. Changed my mind, I replied and went into the

bedroom, closed and locked the door. He didnt even try to come into the room that night, too busy patting himself on the back for thwarting my plans. The next morning he was beating on the door. He had to go to work and he needed his uniform. I got out the bed, opened the door, then jumped back in the bed and covered my head. Travis headed to the closet to get his uniform and tripped over my suitcase. What is this? I threw the covers off my head, leaned up and looked in the direction his voice came from. A suitcase. I returned to my previous position. You going somewhere? Travis asked. I didnt even bother to move this time. I think you can figure that one out for yourself, I replied, voice cold as ice. You cant leave unless I give you permission. Im your sponsor, remember? Travis said, humor lining his voice. I didnt bother to reply. I knew what hed said was true but I also knew a way around it. I just had to wait until his Commanding Officer, the CO, was available

before I could call him. Travis dressed and left for work. Around nine oclock, I got out of bed, showered and dressed. I made sure I had everything I wanted to take with me, and then called his CO. I explained what had happened the night before and told him I wanted out. The CO called Travis in the office and had the MPs hold him there. His CO came and got me from our base apartment, took me by the bank so I could get some money, and put me on a military hop (military transport plane) out of there. Within six hours, I was back in my hometown. My parents phone had been ringing off the hook for almost three hours when I walked in the door. What the hell is going on? my father asked. I shrugged my shoulders and simply stated, I left him for good. I refused to go into details and my parents knew me well enough to let it go because I wasnt going to tell until I was ready. I started looking for a job and a place to stay. I

refused to move back into my parents house. After finding both, I began my life again. I got wild. I started drinking slightly more than sociably and started partying all the time. I worked and went back to school to get a different trade because I didnt like the one I was currently in. Travis didnt have my phone number so he couldnt contact me. I guess my parents finally got tired of Travis calling them so my father gave him my phone number. I answered the phone about six weeks after Id moved back and guess who it was. He informed me he was coming home on leave and he wanted to talk. I went to a lawyer friend of mine and filed for divorce. The day he got home, the sheriff knocked on his door and handed Travis his divorce papers. I wasnt trying to get anything from him so he didnt contest it. He did however, playing on my feelings for him, stop by my house the day before the hearing and fuck me silly. I didnt complain because I hadnt been with anyone since Id left him and was in dire need of a stress reliever. When we went to the hearing, he made sure to bring that up and I didnt even try to deny it. I told the judge, lawyers, even Travis I was still very much in love

with him and figured I always would be but I couldnt be with him anymore. At that confession, Travis dropped his head but never made a sound. Divorce finalized, we went our separate ways not to see each other again for over ten years.

Chapter Five I moved away from my hometown, never staying in one place for more than two years. I had no kids and had no trouble getting a job so I decided I wanted to see as much of the world as I could before I took the time to settle down. At age thirty-three, I found out I was pregnant and was devastated. I still wasnt ready to settle down but God knows best. I settled, in all places, where Travis and I began our lives as a married couple. My son was born and his father and I decided we would make a go of it. Wed been dating for little over six months when Id found out I was pregnant so it really wasnt much of

a change. Things were rough, having to adjust to a baby, living with a man againwhich hadnt happened since Travisand having to stay in one place. Id made up my mind I wouldnt roam, dragging a child behind me. My child deserved better than that. Anyhow, things were great until I received a call from my mom saying my father was dying and she wanted, no needed, me to come home to help out. God knows I didnt want to go. Id promised myself I would never live in my hometown again but when God says go, you go. Id found a place to stay and a new job. His father decided he didnt want to move with us. Our relationship really wasnt doing all that great anyhow so I didnt mind. My son was actually happy to be around my family so I overlooked my own feelings and dealt with it. My father actually held on for about a year. Once hed passed and Id made sure my mom would be okay, I was ready to leave again. My mom knew it and was holding on for dear life. I was home one day doing nothing in particular when my mother called and asked me to come over. I didnt want to because I knew she had something she wanted me to do but went anyway.

I arrived and guess who was sitting in the living room? Travis Williams. All those years gone and I still felt it. My mind began to swim and I was swamped with feelings good and bad but, unfortunately for my heart, the good won out hands down. I put on my poker face, still had that, and said, Hello, Mr. Williams. Travis eyebrow arched at my formality but he didnt acknowledge it. He said Hi and we sat and talked for a while. My mother had set me up. She knew I still had feelings for Travis and knew no matter how much I denied it, if given the chance Id be right back with him. She always did know more than I thought she should. We talked for a while longer and I got up to go outside. I shook so bad if Id had a glass of milk in my hand, it would be butter by now. He followed me outside. Why? Why are you acting so cold? Travis asked, walking up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I began to shake harder. Why did he have to come back? Id finally put that part of my life on the back

burner. I had been through a number of relationships that were doomed from the start because everyone I met Id compared to Travis and knew they wouldnt measure up even before giving them a chance. I know a lot of women would say Id lost my damn mind. How could I still love a man who cheated on me repeatedly? Well, Ill tell you. We were friends before we were lovers and I wanted my friend back! I was now single, by choice, and Travis was about to throw my well fought for control right out the window. The tighter he squeezed me, the louder the window sliding open over my heart was in my ears. I really hated him at that moment. He knew he could to get me and he knew how to do it. I wanted to slap him and hug him at the same time. Why did this man still have that effect over me after all these years? Again, we were friends before we were lovers and I wanted my friend back. I turned in his arms and just stared. He began to get a little nervous so he removed his arms. I backed up, not trusting my voice at that moment, and turned to head to my car.

He caught my wrist before Id taken three steps. I fucked up, okay? I thought there was something better for me out there and I had to see. It took another failed marriage, and a hell of a lot of dealing with scandalous females for me to realize I had what I was looking or all the while. Priscilla, look at me. Please, Travis begged. I couldnt. I knew if I did, I was lost. I had to be strong. Had to walk away. I couldnt go back but I knew I would because the friendship wed once had was worth more than gold. Travis stood holding his breath, waiting. He never let go of my wrist and I could feel his palms begin to sweat. I knew I had to make a decision. Whats it gonna be, Priscilla? I asked myself. Take another chance with the man you have always, and will always, love, or walk away to loneliness? Was there really a choice? I sighed deeply and slowly turned. Travis had a look of apprehension on his face that said everything I was feeling. I cant promise you everything, but I can promise to try, I said.

Thats all I can ask for, Priscilla, Travis said as he drew me in his arms and kissed me. That was a year ago. Travis and I managed to find the love and friendship wed once had and bring it back into our lives. Wed both grown enough to know what we wanted and through a lot of talking, we found we went through similar situations when we split. I am more in love with him now than I ever was before and for the first time in our long history, neither of us fear the unknown. I have to go now. I am about to walk down the aisle. Yes, Travis and I are getting married again. We decided on a small ceremony with only family and close friends in attendance. Were doing this more for ourselves than anyone else anyway and really, all we need is the preacher. But hey, why not? If you ever find yourself in a situation like mine, remember, love is a fragile thing. We find it then lose it. We have it then let it go. But sometimes, it comes back.

The End

www.facebook.com/midredtrent Author Bio: Mildred Trent I am a work from home mother of one 11-yearold, going on 30, son. When I am not working (customer service from home) I have my ereader glued to my hands and my face buried as far in the pages as possible. I love paranormal and interracial romances they are not only sensual, sexual and exciting, but funny too. Red Rose Publishing Betas Challenge- Seeley Creek Werewolves Book One

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