1. The Legacy, Chapter 1: Three Oaks


    Date: 3/23/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: stormdog100, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    your family that I’ve had the pleasure to know have been wonderful people, and wonderful friends; most have treated me and mine like family…just as you do.” She smiled at him. “You’ve always been family, Henry – speaking of which, you will join me for dinner, won’t you?” “Miss Elizabeth, I can’t keep letting you feed me! I’m always imposing on your generous nature, it’s too much!” He shook his head, tut-tutting over taking advantage of her. She lowered her head to hide her smile, knowing that he would eventually find a way to accept her offer; he always did, he just liked to be talked into it! “You know how much I hate eating alone when Robert is out of town, Henry. Please join me – I’m making pork chops. Maybe fried potatoes, black-eyed peas…I just made a fresh pitcher of sweet tea.” “Well, now you’ve set my mouth a-watering! Okay, I’ll join you – but you have to let me do dishes!” She laughed. “You know darn well we put in a dishwasher when we remodeled last year! You can pour us each a splash of bourbon to enjoy while I’m fixing dinner, make our salads, and then set the table, how’s that?” He cocked his head and looked at the sky. “I can do that! We should probably think about getting back; hear that thunder?” “I didn’t hear anything.” She’d noticed the dark clouds piling up to the southwest, but they had looked very far away. “It’s distant still, but coming; listen!” Listening carefully, she heard the faint and distant rumble. “You’re amazing, Henry! You heard that before ...
    I did, and I’m half your age!” He laughed. “Less than half! If I remember correctly, you’re only thirty; I turned sixty-seven last May, so according to my math…” She giggled and poked him in the ribs affectionately. “I was trying to be kind by not pointing out how terribly, terribly old you are!” “Oh, now there you go, making me feel all ancient and decrepit! My Mary always did say I could hear a mouse in wool socks walking on a featherbed. Guess my hearing is still pretty good.” “Everything about you is still good, Henry. You haven’t changed a bit since I was a little girl.” “That’s kind of you to say, child, but sometimes I feel every one of those sixty-seven years – and I am a grandpa now, remember.” He put his arm over her shoulders protectively as they strolled back up to the house, glancing over at the empty hangar as they passed by. “Where is Mr. Robert off to this week, Miss Elizabeth?” She sighed. “Amsterdam again, but then he has to fly to Tokyo, so he’ll be gone most of the week, coming back from the west coast on Friday evening.” Henry shook his grizzled head. “Around our old world again! That husband of yours is a travelling man! I heard him leave this morning…I should probably mow that landing strip before he gets home, and check it for fire ant mounds and gopher holes.” She nodded. Part of the bargain in moving to her ancestral home had been that Robert, her husband, would buy a plane to commute the roughly hundred and eighty miles to and from Atlanta, landing ...
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