1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 2


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Fiction, Romance, Author: beagle9690, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    them apart. The diamonds in the snowflakes were not chips but flawless marquise cut 3/4 carat diamonds graduating to ¼ carat at the tips forming the shape of a snow flake. The snowflakes dangled off of a 5 carat heart shaped cut ruby set in a post for pierced ears. I counted twenty diamonds in each earring…twenty! “I hope you like them, jelly bean. There is a ring with the set. Do you remember when I asked you what size ring you wore? Well, your engagement ring won’t have to be sized.” “My engagement ring?” I asked, incredulous. “I hope you won’t be disappointed, the duplicate in zirconium is missing from the set. I do have papers of Authenticity from the GIA for every single gem stone though. We both know we will marry, Anita. We knew in our hearts the first day we met. I plan on making our engagement official next year on this day in May if that’s OK with you. Can we keep this a secret, no tattling? I can’t thank you enough for my watch, wow. I want to go and get a chain and fob for it; perhaps we can go together sometime tomorrow. I’ll have to start buying suits with a vest that has a watch pocket so I can carry it with me always…wow, Anita, I’m getting off subject. Your Dad and I are off to a good start now, and I….. “Hush,” I said, putting my hand over his mouth, and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his lips. “Yes, Yes and Yes. I won’t tell anybody, not Mom or Dad or Aunt Joyce…just knowing Danny, just knowing,” and then I started crying for the second ...
    time in two days, this time tears of love and joy as he held me, rubbing my back gently until I stopped…. Danny’s close friend John Anderson died at the end of May and Danny took it very hard; even though you wouldn’t know it from the way he acted until… He was a rock at the wake and funeral for the widow. My poor Grumpy Bear disappeared late in the afternoon immediately after the funeral and didn’t answer his cell phone or the many messages I left in his voice mail. Besides being his fishing buddy, the old gentlemen judge was Danny’s mentor and the closest thing to a real father Danny ever had. Dad went ice fishing with Danny once last winter, proclaiming the sport was much too cold for him….I think at the time Dad was being stubborn and that he was actually beginning to like Danny. After midnight, Dad and I went looking for him. I had a pretty good idea where Danny might be by looking in his closet. Danny changed into his fishing clothes; his long-billed waxed canvas cap, patched green rubber boots, a red flannel shirt and cargo pants stained from years of wiping his hands on them after he handled the fish and bait; he didn’t take his fishing tackle, however. Dad waited by the car in the parking lot while I went out to get him, bringing the old green and black wool plaid coat he wears fishing when the weather is cold. The weather was starting to get cold but the sky was clear and all the glorious stars in God’s heaven were there for all to see. Danny was sitting on one of ...
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