The next morning, Pam made the corrosive caffeine.  She was wearing a big smile when she brought it to the bed.

“Well, good morning, sunshine.  Someone has a major happy this morning,” I took the coffee from her.

“She and I are still smiling from last night.  I loved the Pointers and Setters Bar.  Especially after “closing” time,”  she giggled, then sipped her coffee.

“Mark, are we going to Clem’s for breakfast?  I don’t know why, but I’m hungry this morning.”  Pam patted her naked tummy.

“If things go right Thursday, that little tummy won’t be empty for long,” I patted her tummy.  Pam blushed.

“Actually, I thought we would take our time going home.  When we get home and we’re comfortable, I want to talk to you, Baby.  And don’t worry, it’s good,”  I smiled.

“Us?  Our future?”  Pam was getting curious.

“Yes.  I want us to be in our surroundings.  I know it sounds crazy, but humor me, please,” I kissed her cheek.

“Okay, I can wait.  Maybe,” she forced a frown.

Pam used the bathroom first and I started to pack the suitcases.  I had mine packed by the time Pam finished in the bathroom.  It was my turn, I kissed Pam and patted her little butt.  She giggled and took over the packing.

After a quick wash-up and a shave, I was ready to help Pam.  She had everything packed and ready to go.  We looked at the remnants of the “coffee” and dumped it in the sink, then threw the cups in the trash.

“Good morning, you two.  We missed you last night,” Emma was all smiles and real coffee.

“We would up in an old bar and lost track of time, no hangover though,” I admitted.

“I guess you’ll be heading home today.  We’re gonna miss you; you brighten the place up when you come in.  Bacon, or sausage, Clyde ran out of ham.  But his joking around about it is all the ham we need.”  Emma said sarcastically.

“Bacon for me, please,” Pam said with a smile.

“Okay, bacon it is,” I joined in.

“Would you give me a clue about what you want to talk about?”  Pam purred.  She has this cute little voice she uses when she wants something.

“It’s about us and our future.  I told you that at the hotel,”  I was teasing her.

“Would you elaborate?”  Her curiosity was getting to her.

“Do you want to talk about it now?”  I asked, being a meanie.

“Well, no, no.  You said you want to talk about it at home when we’re comfy,”  her tone was disappointed.

“Okay,” I made it sound like I had given in.

“Mark, tell me now,”  Pam was getting wound up.  I knew she couldn’t hold out.

“It’s better if you have a hot cup of coffee,”  Emma said as she poured Pam’s.

“Okay, Baby.  Here are all the cards face up.  I love the feeling of our being engaged.  I want more.  I want to marry you and the sooner the better.  If Father Ryan has time on Sunday, I would like for us to talk to him after service, even if it’s just to set up a time to talk.

I looked across the table at Pam.  Tears were streaming down her face even though she was smiling.  I reached across the table, and Pam grabbed my hands and kissed them.  She held them tight in hers and just looked at me, tears running down her cheeks.

Emma came by the table but didn’t stop.  “I’ll come back,” she moved on.

“Pam, you are everything I ever wanted.  You’re beautiful, smart, a little sassy, and such a loving woman.  You are amazing.  I want you forever and don’t want to make it official to the world,”  I choked up.

“I would love that, Mark.  All I ever hoped for was a man to love and have him love me.  My God, you say you love me every time you talk to me. Your smile, the love in your eyes. 

You are so strong I feel as though you could crush me with one hand.  But you are so soft and gentle.  You make me feel like a woman, and I want this woman to be yours forever,”   Pam released my hand to tend to her nose.

Emma came by again and dropped off more napkins.   

After a few more minutes, Emma brought our breakfast.  She smiled at us as he put our breakfast in front of us.

“I told Clyde to hold your order for a few minutes.  I wanted to make sure you two got your talk in first.  I couple planning their wedding isn’t getting a cold breakfast at Clem’s.”  Emma chuckled and left.

“Now you know.  What are your thoughts?”  I asked as I cut my egg.

“I love it,” sniff, “you know how much I love you.”  Pam dabbed her eyes and nose.  “I dream of having your name, I want that as much as the baby.”  Pam munched a piece of bacon.

Pam told me what she hoped her wedding would be.  She wanted a small affair, us, the Matron of Honor and Best Man.  She said even a cigar band would make her dreams come true.  All she wanted was to be Mrs.  Mark Compton.

“Baby, I will be YOUR wife.  I will be so proud to sign that name.  You own me body and soul, Mr. Lover.  I want the world to know,”  Pam smiled and went back to her breakfast.

Our conversation continued about our future.  Of course, the upcoming procedure on Thursday was part of it.  Pam beamed when she talked about it.

“My God.  Just think, Mark.  I will be Mrs. Mark Compton and carrying our baby.  There would not be a more proud woman in the world,” a little tear welled in her eye.

When we got ready to leave, Emma came up with the bill.  She handed it to Pam; Pam was confused.

“I want Clem’s in Cloverton to be the first time you sign your married name.  Okay, it may not be official, but it’s good enough for Clyde and me.”  Emma had a tear in her eye.

I handed Emma my credit card, but she refused it.

“Nope.  Mrs. Compton’s signature is good enough for me.  Please, come back and see us.  Clyde and I would be so happy to see the happy couple.”  Emma turned abruptly and walked away.  She had the corner of her apron to her eye; Pam and I smiled at each other.

Pam put something in her purse before she got into the car.  She giggled and showed it to me.  It was a business card from Clem’s.  “I’m going to send them a picture of our wedding.  And I’m going to put on it; “Where Wedding Plans Begin”.  What do you think?”  Pam’s face glowed with joy.

“THAT, is a wonderful idea, Baby.  You are a smart little lady.”  I got into the car and we drove off.

I pulled out of the parking lot, Pam was looking at Clem’s through the back glass.  “Mark, I want to come here for our honeymoon.  I left part of me at Clem’s.”  Pam was tearing up again.

A little over four hours later, we pulled into our driveway in Richardson.  There was a slight delay for the proverbial “pit stop”. As the garage door closed, I had a weird feeling like we had never been to Cloverton.

I put our suitcases on the bed in the second bedroom.  I  added the contents to the laundry basket.  Laundry has just moved to the top three on the priority list.  Pam came into the bedroom and saw the mound of wash.  She looked at me with a sad face and whimpered.  We started to laugh.

“Mark, I checked the emails in case there was anything important.  Mrs. Worth said ‘thank you’ for the information.  Other than that, nothing.  We’re free until Monday morning,”  we hugged each other.

“Can I buy my husband-to-be a cold frosty beer?”  Pam whispered to me.

“Sold,” I said with pride.

We walked arm in arm toward the living room; Pam veered off for the kitchen.  I went to the living room and closed the drapes, leaving a partial opening.  It gave the room a feeling of near dusk; it made me smile.

“Here you go, Lover.  Care to join me on our couch?”  Pam’s voice was cheerful.

“Oh, yes.  It was fun, at times, in Cloverton, but I’m happy to be in our home.”  Pam approached me handed me a beer, then put her arm around me.

“Mark, I’m not pushing into the wedding and the baby, am I,”  Pam was very serious.  “I mean, you did bring up getting married and talking to Father Ryan tomorrow.  I brought up having a baby.  Tell me honestly, do you feel like you’re being hemmed in?”  Pam sounded sad.

“Not in the least.  I wanted you twenty years ago.  When we met up, I could not have been happier.  As far as the baby.  The times Sissy and I had sex, only in the first six months, we didn’t use anything.  So I guessed I couldn’t father a baby. 

But when Dr. Foster called with the good news, I got excited.  I would love to have a little Pamela.  She would be as beautiful as her Mommy,” I squeezed Pam.  “No, Honey, I don’t feel pushed, hemmed in, or forced.  I do feel excitement and happiness,” She looked at me, and we kissed.

“Our lips would be closer if we sat on the couch,” I suggested.

“Just think how close they would be after a shower and lying in bed,” Pam cooed.

Pam put on a romantic CD on the player, I pulled the drapes closed.  We put our drinks on the cocktail table and slowly danced in the living room.  Now and then, we kissed and held each other tighter. 
I put my hand on Pam’s butt and she gave me the ‘bad boy’ look, then smiled.  We danced through the next track on the CD.  We held on to each other and kissed. When the song ended, the player changed CDs.

I walked Pam to the couch and helped her sit down then sat next to her.  We took our drinks, hooked arms, and took a drink; we had hooked eyes.  After our drink, I put our beers on the table and took Pam into my arms.

I looked deep into her blue eyes and moved my lips closer to hers.  Pam inhaled deeply; she closed her eyes as our lips met. Pam sighed softly.  We kissed a long lover’s kiss; gentle and soft.  When our lips parted, Pam whimpered and sighed again.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” her voice ended in a soft, high pitch. 

“I’m melting right in front of you.  You have my heart pounding, and my brain confused.  Your hands feel so hot on my skin and you’ve made me so wet.  Just your touch and,”  Pam whimpered and pressed her lips against mine.

“You’re a very seductive woman, Pamela Fisher.  Your allure would drive any man insane,”  I went to kiss her neck, so Pam moved her head to give me room.  I licked and nipped it instead.  Pam moaned. 

“Are you going to drag me by the hair and have your way with me?”  Pam’s face lit up and her eyes glistened.

“How about if I carry you?  I want to feel your body against mine.  Soft, wet with anticipation, breathing heavily, waiting for me to take you,”  I whispered to her.

I stood up, and so did Pam; I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.  I set her on the bed and pulled her tee shirt and bra from her.   She put her arms over her head and I fondled her tits and pulled on her hard nipples.

I put my fingers in the waistbands of her shorts and undies.  Pam rose from the bed just enough for me to pull them from her.  She leaned back on her hands and spread her legs.  She sat like that as I undressed.  When Pam saw my cock unrestrained, she inhaled sharply and leaned forward.

She kissed my cock and slid from the bed.  She knelt in front of me and sucked my cock slowly and seductively.  One hand pulled and massaged my balls, the other squeezed my ass cheeks.  Pam moaned with desire as she sucked me.

I had her get up and I lay her on the bed.  Pam rested her head on her pillow, her eyes filled with anticipation.  She opened her legs, I knelt between them.  Pam reached for me; I guided my cock to her pussy and lowered myself onto her.

I firmly held Pam’s tits and pressed my lips against hers as I slid my cock into her waiting pussy.  Pam groaned as my cock filled her.  She pushed her tongue into my mouth and their sex dance began.

I licked and sucked on Pam’s left tit; my cock was stroking in and out of her.  Her hips rose and fell to meet my cock stroke.  I pushed my cock against her clit, and Pam purred and rubbed her clit against my body.

“I’m not – ugh – um going to – ah, ah, ah,” Pam didn’t finish; her pussy squirted her warm woman’s cum on my body, then another stream followed right behind the first one.

I started pumping Pam faster and harder; my balls pushed a load of thick cum through my cock and into her waiting pussy.  Pam whimpered with joy when she felt the hot thick cum dripping down her pussy walls.

I sucked her tits and bit her nipples; my hands massaged her tits my cock slammed into her.  Pam groaned with joy and humped back, meeting my cock strokes and soaking me with her cum.

I put her legs over my shoulders.  That gave me a better angle to bury my cock as deep in her as I could.  I slammed my cock head against her cervix; Pam yelped and groaned, her legs dangled helplessly over my shoulders, and I shoved my cock and the last of my cum as deep as I could into her cum soaked pussy. 

Pam’s legs fell from my shoulders, her arms dropped onto the bed.  I collapsed on top of her, our bodies crushing the water pellets trying to cool us.  We were panting and sweating. I tried to keep all of my weight off of Pam, but she pulled me down on top of her.

“I want all of my Man’s body on mine.  I don’t care.  Squeeze my boobs, shove your rod into me, crush me I want all of my Man, all of you,”  Pam was trying to catch her breath.

“You know, I will never release you, ever.  You will belong to me and I will take you as I choose,”  I looked into her eyes and whispered to her.

“I want you to own me, body and soul as you do.  I will always be here for whatever you want.  I love you so much Mark,” Pam panted.

I wrapped Pam in my arms and kissed her softly.  She looked into my eyes, hers were filled with love and desire.  We kissed again, then she lay her head on my chest.  Pam was a satisfied woman.

Departed Soul