1. Jelly Bean and Her Bail Bondsman Chapter 2


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

    “After your bath you may have a glass of wine or warm milk to help you relax. Then I’m putting you to bed. I will be spending the night.” Danny sighed and closed his eyes, taking my small hands in his big ones, kissing them; his hands were warmer now. After his bath I toweled him off and put him to bed. I held Danny under the covers, stroking his face until he fell asleep. He looked so peaceful and innocent in my arms; innocent like the little boy in the photo, hugging a dog he loved will all his heart: It was a pure innocent love; one could see it in his precious little face. I recalled the story my father always told during Passover in our church, Called “Footprints in the Sand” by Mary Stevenson. One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky. In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was only one. This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord, “You promised me Lord, that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?” The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I ...
    carried you. I had to keep from crying because I’m convinced in my heart of hearts the Lord carried us to where we could find each other; all love comes from, God, and true love is a miracle of life. I had to keep from crying; I had to be strong for Danny, for my miracle. I was still thinking about the picture in his wallet, the only photo that he owned. I was trying to imagine what it was like for Danny that day, when that social worker removed him from that home, his little tear stained face pressed against the glass of the car window as they drove away….leaving his dog, Patsy, behind, never to see her again…. I awoke in the morning with Danny asleep next to me. He must have been exhausted and drained because he is always up in the morning before me on those nights I spend with him. I lie in his futon luxuriously lazy and comfortable propped up on the pillows waiting for him to bring me a cup of coffee. This is Danny’s way of spoiling me because it is not beneath my dignity to bring him a lousy cup of coffee, something he was willing to pay damn good money for. I always smile when he brings me one because Danny turned prospective hires away over a cup of coffee, and I spilled a cup of coffee on him. I smiled and touched his face lightly. Danny opened his blue eyes to look at me He was smiling back and there was nothing but love in his eyes, “Good morning jelly bean,” he reached with his hand to push my hair behind my ear to touch my face, “I love you, Anita, more than all the ...
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