Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #87

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #87

… James is seated quite near his sister, just now beginning to notice how fetching this woman is at this moment…

fetch·ing

ˈfeCHiNG/
adjective
1.  attractive.

2. etc…

attractive, appealing, sweet, pretty, good-looking, lovely, delightful, charming, prepossessing, captivating, enchanting, irresistible;

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“Give me fifteen minutes to get ready.”

He nods his approval.

Agnes allows herself to melt in the warmth of the moment. She is so taken, that she can feel the perspiration trickle between her amply bestowed breasts. Her sweaty palms are more easily dealt with, a lace hanky doing the job.

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James could not be more oblivious to any of the signals his sister secretes, now or in the past. He merrily steers the one horse wagon down the well-worn path to the north side of San Luis Lake. About half way around the two-parcel oval body of water is a short bridge spanning an equally small stream of tributary water. A large cypress tree provides ample shade, natural cooling in a subtropical climate. It is here that Agnes and James stop. She produces a blanket to sit on and a container of fresh squeezed lemonade, summoning James to her favorite spot.

San luis lake4“Come and sit with me,” she urges after spreading the blanket. She seats herself in the middle, dispersing the skirt of her dress symmetrically and looking every bit the part of a classic Southern belle.

“It is so comfortable here, like God’s gift to please and soothe.” She fans herself coquettishly.

   James is seated quite near her, just now beginning to notice how fetching this woman is at this moment. They do not come prettier than his Abbey, whose looks match her age. Agnes Ferrell, on the other hand, is a classic, in the mold of Venus de Milo; beauty that defies biological age. He never thought of her as beautiful until this moment. He is battling his hormones, in the face of a frontal assault on his emotional equilibrium and previously unthought-of of taboo.

Agnes wastes no time. It is apparent that she has been fantasizing about this moment-opportune for quite some time, now at the point of zero inhibition. She embraces her brother with un-sisterly talent, drawing him over the top of her, helping him gain access to her virginal womanhood without petticoat or panty. She consumes his tongue with a kiss for the ages, removing the final psychological obstacle to her end.

James has forgotten the reasons for their country dally and before he can say a word, his pants have traveled past his ankles and Agnes is moaning in intense pleasure. Never mind that he has exactly the same sexual experience as his familial partner, nature has taken its crooked course. James Ferrell loves his sister, though not the way God intended or society would understand.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #32

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #32

…Remember Sara and Abram of the Bible, rumor has it that she came late John – she is only fifteen…

The Tallahassee Junior Women’s Club Summer Cotillion is this very night.

“Abigail Smythwick is going to be there.” Agnes knows the reason for her brother’s sudden cooperation. She is the daughter of Jefferson Smythwick, born in his sixth decade to the silence of her mother’s still heart.

“I almost forgot that we sent invitations to Midway and Quincy. They are not as refined as we are, you know, though Abigail’s daddy owns much land thereabouts,” Martha offers what she knows. “Is she pretty, how old is she, does she have any manners?”

“Yes in her own quaint way, fifteen I believe and I hope so, though she did not have a mother to help her.” Daughter fills in the blanks.

John Ferrell adjusts his new bow tie, as he walks by.

Fort Sumter3-001“John, sugar, do you know a Mister Smythwick from Midway?”

“Why do you ask?” he asks – a wondering.

“It seems that your son James has a fancy for the Smythwick girl. She will be at the cotillion this night and I do not want to appear ignorant of our neighbors to the west,” like it was a world away instead of 15 miles.

“Fort Sumter South, wealthy, quite old, I thought… his daughter would be forty. Has James taken a fancy for women the age of his mother?”

“Remember Sara and Abram of the Bible? Rumor has it that she came late John, she is only fifteen!”

He prefers to keep what he really knows about the man to himself. Why upset Martha by raising the still broiling subject of slavery. Her lectures, planned or spontaneous, about the difference between slaves and servants are legendary. They can wear a person out.

“Oh, I see. You mean like Mother Nature’s joke on a woman who has assumed her child Continuedbearing years are decades behind her?”

“That is a cruel way to put it,” she admonishes, “especially since her mother died giving birth.”

“That is too bad, I’m afraid,” John says, snatching his watch fob from out his vest pocket. “Say, we best be going, that’s if you want to set the tables before everyone arrives.”


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #23

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #23

…Ferrell’s Folly – The Tail Wagging the Dog

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“Go into the bedroom and turn down the bed.” A spell has come over John Ferrell, all of his senses vacating the premises. “I will towel off.”

He grabs a robe, which just so happens to be Martha’s, but it could well have been burlap instead of silk, for all he knows. Turning the corner into the bedroom, he sees Laura waiting nervously, seated with back facing him.

“Please stand up. I want to see you.”

Laura stands, slowly turning like a model at a Paris fashion show.

“You look absolutely lovely, Laura.” Amazingly, he is still picturing Martha in the dress. It will indeed fit and she will be just as beautiful in it.

“I think we should redo the bed,” she says, a last gasp at reversing this trend.

“Let me help you out of that dress.” He lights up at the chance. “There must be twenty of these pearls. How did you ever get them all fastened?” A girls’ secret.

Fantasy-001One by one, slowly savoring each, John makes his way to the very small of her back, lightly kissing her soft shoulders, the skin of a servant never stepping into the toughening sun of the laborers’ field. From the clavicle to the crevasse of her young spine, he gently attends to every square inch.

She is relaxed to that fabled melting point threshold. He has adroitly reached around her front to cup her delighted breasts, drawing her bottom against the extent of his manhood. For new sensations, she reacts with Mother Nature as her guide.

Laura’s ecstasy is so pure, untainted by previous pathetic partners of varying talent and enthusiasm; she reaches orgasm easily, while urging her boss to synchronize their pleasure. Together they erupt, Laura thrashing about with his mouth suctioning blood to the surface of her neck.

“Oooooooooooo……..ooohhh…………aaaaaaaaaahhhh,” she moans. Afterglow will soon set in, when she will take the memory of the experience and file it away, not wanting to let go of it.

John Ferrell’s “feeling” is best described as after-guilt. By stealing love in a moment of weakness, he has sacrificed pride and character for a filthy secret he now has to protect at all costs. He does, however, also protect this princess’ emotional well-being. There is no reason for her to suffer anguish at such a delicate time.

Princess Olla also spares John Ferrell his anguish, first by not clinging to that which she knows is not hers and secondly proceeding from this point in a professional manner. “I’ll be cleanin’ the beddin’, Joh__, I mean Master Ferrell.”

“You can call me John, Laura, but only we are alone,” he urges. “But not this alone, if you catch my drift.”

“I do, gracious master. And I want to thank you for your wonderful gift of love. I pray that I be meetin’ a man just like you. I always been thinkin’ that Miss Martha was the luckiest woman in the South… now I know.” She touches his cheek tenderly. “And the answer is yes.”

“What is the question?” he asks cautiously.

“I believe that dress will fit Miss Martha just fine,” she concludes, “but it’s most likely to BE a skinch tighter about her hips.”

That is what is called a zinger, but John takes it in the proper context; tush and touché.

Life goes on.


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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #22

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Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #22

…Ferrell’s Folly – While the Cat’s Away

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John Ferrell’s (78 RPM) affection for  Strauss comes to a scratchy end, begging attention; getting attention, diverting his attention from the balcony and Olla, who is frozen in place with an arm load of bedlinens. It takes a second or two, but he realizes that he is not alone in the house. With dress draped on his left arm, he ascends the winding staircase to speak to his maid in person.

“Would you draw me a nice hot bath, Olla? Oh—and would you hangs this on our bedroom door?”

“Yessir, Master Ferrell.” She boldly holds the dress up against her black satin uniform fancifully.

Upstairs Maid-001“Isn’t it beautiful? Mrs. Ferrell should love it.”

“It’s a dress fit for a queen!”

Her statement plants a seed in Ferrell, a thought that had not occurred to him. Change Martha’s hair color to black and deepen the hue of her skin and you have Princess Olla; she having a “Heinz 57″ blend of ethnicity. Her skin is quite fair, even considering her Seminole and black roots.

In fact, if she carried her breasts at a higher plane, with the aid of the newly engineered brassieres, the two women would be indistinguishable from a distance, that from a man’s eye.

Getting back to his original thought, before he began musing about what Olla’s body looks unclothed, he orders, “While I have my bath, please put on that dress for me—and let down your beautiful hair.” His musings are bleeding into his reality.

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One hour into his bath, the ruminations remain unimpeded. His daydream fantasies have expanded parts of him at the thought. He has never seen Princess Olla, born Laura Bell, attired in anything other than her uniform and wonders how the satin finery of the privileged will look on her.

“Laura Bell?! Bring me a fresh towel; I seem to have gotten this one soaking wet.” He dips it into the cooling water to prove his point.

As you might think, Laura Bell arrives at the master bath looking every ounce her princess-ly designation. She even had the initiative to find high heeled, high buttoned white shoes that would match the dress. If facial makeup were applied to her face, any man would be proud to have her on his arm; whatever the occasion, cotillion or inauguration.

As a towel bearer, her garb belies an awkward gate, yet she complies out of servitudinal obligation. Aside from that commitment, she must fight her own female attraction toward her employer, having self-imposed chastity since leaving the Apolachee reservation at age 12; a female neo-slave now 20 and ready to fulfill her womanhood.

Any barriers on both sides are lowered. Troublesome as the situation is, they are spontaneously unaffected by the outside world.

  It is wrong, yet he looks at it as a gesture of caring and she is conceding her virginity to a man she respects and admires.

“Go into the bedroom and turn down the bed.” A spell has come over him, all of his senses vacating the premises. “I will towel off.”


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Episode #22


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 212

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 212

…Attorney Worth has located an abandoned stable on north Dearborn, the actual coach house for a Louis Sullivan designed home…

Coachhouse

North Dearborn

Also not very common in the middle of the Twentieth Century is specialized upscale livery by horse drawn carriage. Partially inspired by wife Edie’s insistence that he gives up his Checker Cab days, coupled with the inheritance left behind by his wife’s rich aunt from Jersey, Eddie Dombroski is teaming up with his cousin Rex from Western Springs on the concept of carriage rides in what is considered to be the downtown Chicago’s Loop.

There is a gaping hole in romantic conveyance in the city, in fact there are none at all. The only problem is, that despite his extensive knowledge of the byways and side streets, he has zero experience with Cleveland Bays, those 16-hand mahogany colored beauties that will tow the high-wheeled four person enclosed cabs.

Eddie is coachman to Rex’s footman, though one cannot exist without the other. Edie has broken away from her domestic chains to become the hawker for the fledgling undertaking and the three of them work together.

And seeing as Fanny has parked he fanny at that shyster Moore’s South Loop Hotel, they will be the perfect guinea pigs for this groundbreaking rebirth of a long lost mode of transportation. But he may be switching from the South Side for the North Side. Attorney Worth has located an abandoned stable on north Dearborn, just south of Lincoln Park, the actual coach house for a Louis Sullivan designed home. After clearing away the legal hindrance to keeping live farm animals, the Floridian decides he likes the home itself and buys it.

“What a wonderful place to start a family,” directing his comment to “we know who”, a “who” that is creeping up on the upper reaches of motherhood – tick-tock, tick-tock.

That puts Fanny to thinking. If he is thinking about children, he must have sexual intimacy on his mind. If he has carnal relations on his mind, then he knows that marriage must come first; which is the very same hurdle that Ace and Constance have facing them.

“Let’s get Rex and his horses into the stable first. The 28th is coming up fast and Constance wants us to meet up with Agent Daniels as soon as possible,” Fanny declares.

“After the stadium crusade is over, you’ll have to help me furnish the place.”

“I used to have simple tastes!”

To be foretold is to be forewarned. (or something like that)


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 205

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 205

…Constance interrupts the frisky librarian’s fantasy before it can get out from behind the research desk…

Interrupted

Ace’s hitherto humble homebody aficionada takes a closer look at Constance’s intensity, conveniently ignoring exactly what she means.

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“They are leaving Cedar Rapids and are headed to the Mississippi River. Then, they are to catch a paddle wheeler to the Twin Cities.” He sees the two women in a private discussion, accidentally stepping all over his own territorial rights. “Do you have any suggestions about how to intercept them on the way to Minnesota? Can we get there from here?”

“My family is from Mankato (MN),” Sarah’s man-o-meter is spiking into the red. “I could show you the way Mr. Bannion. I have some time off scheduled for next week. The crocuses should be blooming right now and I need to help plan a family reunion… let me get a road atlas, the new 1951 Edition…”

Constance interrupts that fantasy before it can get out from behind the research desk.

We have our reliable State Farm road map and we really must be going! We need to pick up our things in Eagle and check out of ­our motel and bid Polly Pabst farewell…”

Can’t a librarian dream a little?

Leaving Cooney is exactly what they (Ace & Constance) do, by heading due west to Prairie du Chien, with intent to deliver a radical religious recipe for demonic demotion, in the form of a lambskin scroll, to Billy Graham. Just how far the preacher will go to put the ancient script into action remains to be seen, but for the two temporary Wisconsin citizens, the end justifies the means, even if it meant braving a lusting librarian.

—United States interregional highways are improving, albeit slowly, but the need for a nationwide roadway plan is recognized and in the works. The issue of national defense is the driving force behind these logistical studies—

They could use a superhighway about now.

US Highway 18 will take away from Oconomowoc and provide them a concrete pathway, through the rolling hills, past the Wisconsin state capitol of Madison and out to the mouth of the Wisconsin River, where it empties into the Mighty Mississippi.


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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 119

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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 119

…Constance Caraway has discovered (or (k)new in the past and conveniently forgotten)… is the wonder of companionship, of the conventional sort…

Constance Caraway has acquiesced on the subject of a trip to wherever, committing to that footloose & feckless flyboy friend. But they do have four days until they have to hop that freighter back to Tangier and she may never have the opportunity to see the beautiful Italian landscape again.

She probably won’t tell Fanny about this (again) — work, work, always work. Wait – does she even know that she went to Italy?

From Tuscany to Calabria, north and south, they cruise winding coastal roads in a two-seat ride called an Alpha Romeo 6C Touring Roadster. The left side passenger may have to do some work on the man’s theology, but Ace Bannion definitely has the ‘lives life to the fullest’ thing down pat, replete with  his perpetual style; pannachio as they say in Italian.

The sheer geography alone can take ones’ breath away, hills with awe-inspiring vistas and the corresponding valleys; they cradle a tangled weave of grapevine and lattice.

However, the freshest revelation that Constance Caraway has discovered (or knew in the past and conveniently forgotten)… is the wonder of companionship, of the conventional sort. With Ace at her side, she can experience life without having to worry about what people may be saying behind her back, other than ‘that’s amore’.

When she and Fanny are out and about, they must constantly monitor their level of expressed affection. Obvious or implied, they are damned if they do or deprived if they don’t. There is no winning when gossip replaces reality, ‘what about those two women living together’. The facts, albeit privileged detail, get twisted into some version of perverse hearsay in the 1950s Florida conservative climate.

It is Fanny’s true feelings and aspirations, on the subject of their relational status, which looms over the damp cool air of the Mediterranean as they venture deep into wine country.

mediterranean-sea (1)But that whole issue is in the rear view mirror of the moment, taillights mounted on a speeding sports car, a world away. With every sharp turn, Ace can lose sight of his mortality and Connie can pretend that sexuality is ambiguous.

When they return from Europe and North Africa, there will be just as many irksome questions as those resolutely answered.

They will be landing in the United States clouded with mixed reviews.


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