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My name is JoAnne. I met the man who was to become my Master through his cousin during a summer visit. I was 19 and Bill was 19. This was 40 years ago, but I can still remember it as if it had happened earlier today. Even at the age of 19, I had had several short term relationships with various men. I had loved to fuck ever since I had felt my first cock in my pussy just before I turned sweet 16. To be honest with you, short term relationships were all I ever wanted. No going steady or the boyfriend/girlfriend type of thing. I dated just about anyone who had asked me out and I fucked most of them.

When I was first introduced to Bill, my whole world was turned upside down and inside out. His cousin had brought me to his house to meet him. He was visiting for a month and Cousin Bud thought it would be a really nice gesture on his part to introduce Cousin Bill to a real live nymphomaniac. I had never been fond of being referred to as a ‘nympho’ but I guess I had earned the title because, back then, I would eagerly suck and fuck almost any two legged dick that would come my way. I was also called a ‘cum slut’ because of my craving for the white creamy fluid. I could cum just by bringing a guy off with my hand and watching every last spurt of his cum shooting out of the tiny hole at the end of his hard cock and then licking it all up from where ever it had landed.

I have no idea what had happened to me when I walked into the house that fateful day but, and this is the God’s honest truth, when Bill stood up and held out his hand to me, I looked into his beautiful green eyes and felt as if my entire being, from heart to soul, had just been opened up and exposed for the entire world to look at in intimate detail. This handsome man, with long auburn hair kept in a ponytail, turned my entire body into jello. My knees became wobbly, my body was suddenly shaking, my usual confidence and expounding approach, when first introduced to a man, came off like a mumbling, stuttering, corner talking moron. I had never felt so inadequate, helpless, useless, or totally brainless in my life. I always took control with men. I have a very pretty face, gorgeous tits, a fantastic body, and a sexual aura that turns heads toward me by men two blocks away. I was suddenly turned into this dumb, flatchested, shapeless, ugly female virgin who could only stutter and stare at the floor in embarrassment. What the hell was happening to me?

His first words to me were: “Hi JoAnne. I’m so pleased to meet you. From your reaction and what I see in your eyes, I must be the first man with whom you will do anything I wish or ask of you.”

This put me into shock. I had no idea how to respond to that. My mind was trying to grasp onto any form of self confidence and dignity it could find. All I could do was look into his eyes once again and I suddenly felt that he was actually inside of me and looking at my thoughts and desires. It wasn’t threatening. As a matter of fact, it was very calming, and I suddenly felt myself becoming very peaceful and secure in his presence. With a surge of new confidence, I said to him: “You are the first man I have ever met who can freely do anything he wants with me.”

And that was our first meeting. Within a year I had earned his collar. I had become the woman I was always trying to hide from myself and everybody else. I trained hard and long and learned submission, obedience, trust, honesty, and then came to realize the greatest and deepest feelings of love that could possibly exist in this world.

That’s how we met. We have been together for 40 years. I wanted to tell you about that before I told you about the bet we made the very next day. Well….. It wasn’t the usual kind of bet. A ‘challenge’ would be a much better word to use.

Cousin Bud and his wife fixed up a beautiful dinner that first evening that I had met my future Master. Every date I had ever had started out with some food, then some booze (even at age 16), followed by a make out session with lots of touchy/feely, and finally to the sucking and fucking that I craved so much. This first evening with Bill didn’t exactly go in that direction. We all ate a nice dinner and then adjourned into the living room where a fireplace was glowing with dancing flames. We all enjoyed a few after dinner drinks and the four of us just simply talked, and laughed, and told stories and other lies until the early hours of the next morning. We had a fantastic time. I was just overwhelmed with awe for this new man who treated me with respect and consideration. He looked at me as a sensual woman rather than as a sexual object. I wasn’t just another wet cunt to stick his dick in and shoot his load as I was to every other man I had ever met. By the time the evening was over, I had no doubt in my mind that I would do anything he asked or commanded, And I mean absolutely anything, anywhere, anytime, no matter what it was that he wanted me to do. He could do anything to me and I would do anything for him. And that meant privately, publically, on a stage, in a fully packed stadium, in the middle of town, or out in the countryside. Anything. Anywhere. Anytime. No exceptions. And that petrified me. That was not ‘me’ at all. That was somebody entirely different that I had never met. I had no idea what was happening to me.

Bill took me home just a little after 3 a.m. in the morning. He walked me to the door, gave me a light kiss on the lips, told me he was very happy that bebek escort we had met, told me to meet him at 12 noon at a famous local hot dog stand outside of town, and just simply walked back to his car and left without waiting for any response from me. I was to meet him and that was all there was to it.

I went into my apartment in a total daze and spent the next hour masturbating over and over again to his image in my mind. I came at least four times in that hour. I couldn’t help it. My dreams that night were of me being tied up, spanked, paddled, handcuffed, paraded around naked, and performing all sorts of weird and unusual sex acts on a stage that was lit up so brightly I couldn’t tell if Bill was the only one in the audience or whether every seat was filled. In one dream sequence, there was a neon sign hanging on my bedroom wall that was flashing “DANGER!!! YOU ARE PROBABLY BEING WATCHED RIGHT NOW!!!” And that’s how he started turning my world upside down.

I woke up at 10:30 a.m. I took a shower, washed my hair, shaved my legs and underarms, and toweled my body dry. An idea suddenly popped into my head and I shaved my pussy too. I have done that a few times over the years but, for the most part, I just keep it trimmed short and neat. When I finished with the electric trimmer and the razor, my entire pussy was totally hairless and as smooth as a baby’s hind end. I had even used the electric trimmer to shave off any of the hairs around my asshole as best as I could.

Since it was the beginning of summer and would be in the upper 70’s all day, I put on a sundress that I love to wear, which is really sexy without being vulgar. It had a reinforced bodice so a bra was totally unnecessary. And, in this case, was totally unwanted. I put on a nice pair of lightly colored panties and retrieved a pair of leather sandals from the back of my closet. My hair was in a casual ponytail just like Bill’s, except that mine was a whole lot longer. I left my apartment, got into my car, and drove directly to the hot dog stand where Bill had told me to meet him at 12 noon. I was there at 11:55. He was pulling into the parking lot at the exact same time that I was pulling in. We parked side by side on the very outside edge of this humongous open parking area that served as an overflow for the shopping center on the far side.. After saying our hellos, Bill took my hand into his and we walked across the extremely large parking lot toward the small fast food joint that was in one corner as if we had been boyfriend/girlfriend for years. He told me I looked beautiful and ‘far out sexy’. My heart was racing like the Daytona 500.

We walked through the door, up to the counter and ordered hot dogs, potato salad, and lemonade. We received a number tag and Bill led me to the table in the farthest rear corner of the little restaurant. Our food came soon after that and we spent the next half hour eating and talking casually about general topics of interest.

When we had finished with our lunch and the table had been cleared, Bill took both of my hands in his, looked straight into my eyes (which meant he was also looking inside of me), and asked me if I would like to play a little game that would determine what we were going to do together for the rest of the day. I had asked him what kind of game and he said it was sort of like a toss of the coin, a drawing of a card, or maybe even like a bet.

I don’t know why, but I had instant total trust in this man from the moment I had first met him. I said OK to the game and asked what the winner was going to get.

This is what he said to me: “Both of us will win this game. We can do this two different ways JoAnne. The first is that we will each write a number 1 or 2 on a piece of paper. Then we will show each other our numbers. If they match, I will spend the entire day doing whatever you want me to do with you. If they don’t match, you will spend the entire day totally naked doing anything I want with you, no matter what it is. The only other option you have is to just simply ask me to allow you to be naked all day and beg me to do anything I want with you. You are going to beg me to allow you to become my submissive sex slave for a month anyway, before this day is over. And, I might add, you are going to ask me, on your own volition, to allow you sign a statement of ownership that will make you my own personal property.”

This guy didn’t waste any time. We had just met not too many hours earlier and we were already working out plans for a day of my being naked and doing whatever he wanted me to do. And then voluntarily giving away all of my own personal freedom to become owned by him for 30 days. This was really getting very far out there. And it was getting there awfully fast.

“You are going in a direction that scares the hell out of me Bill. I’m no virgin to sex but what you are discussing with me is a lot more involved than just the usual ‘wham bam thank you ma’am sort of thing. You seem to be under the impression that I am some sort of a mindless female who doesn’t have anything to say about what I am going to do or not do. That maybe I’m too fucking stupid to do anything but blindly let you do anything you want with me. That’s quite an assumption on your part.”

“You are absolutely right JoAnne. I have been very presumptive. I apologize for that. I am actually guilty of testing you. I can very well understand if you are pissed mecidiyeköy escort off at me but this is something that just came into my head the moment I met you. I have never conducted myself in this overbearing manner with any woman I have just met. When I looked into your eyes last night, I could actually see a craving need to experiment with submission deep down inside of you. But I also saw a wall of fear blocking this need from coming to the surface. I decided instantly to take the risk of confronting this secret desire in your heart. It seemed like you were silently shouting out to me to come in and help you tear down that wall of fear. I’m not usually this aggressive with someone I have just met and I hope you will forgive me.”

“Of course I forgive you. I am embarrassed by what you have just told me. I have never told anyone of my dreams or fantasies about having a man telling me what to do and then doing it without question. When you first looked into my eyes, I could feel your presence throughout my body. It scared the hell out of me because I knew you could probably see all of my secrets and fears and that’s quite an unnerving experience. I couldn’t understand how anyone could do what you were doing. After I first got past all the fear and the shock of what I was feeling, I was able to put up a bit of a counter response.

The main problem I had was that what you were probably seeing was actually something very real but extremely private to me. Then again, I really didn’t know what you were seeing. You really did a psyche number on my head there Cousin Bill.”

“I did succeed in getting you to react and respond though. That was my objective. I knew instantly, the second I saw you that you were someone very special and I was right. You are very special. You are so special that I’m not going to waste any time playing games and bull shit. I think it best that you make a choice, right now, as to whether or not you want to commit yourself to having a growing trust in me and vowing your absolute honesty, no matter how embarrassing or humiliating that might be. If you don’t feel that you want to begin working on that, then we should probably call it a day. I will be here for a month, so that opens up several other options too. I will tell you one thing…. You may not believe this right at this moment but, a submissive unquestionably controls everything. One way or another, nothing will ever happen that she doesn’t allow to happen. She can stop anything at any time. That’s a little tidbit to keep in the back of your mind should you need some reassurance. If all of this is too sudden or too confrontational for you, then we can enjoy each other’s company off and on over the next four weeks that I’m going to be here, if you would enjoy that. We can go out together on ‘dates’ more or less. I will leave that all up to you my little cum slut.”

“I do trust you now or I wouldn’t be here. As far as honesty goes, I have never been totally honest with anyone in my life. And that includes me. What you are asking of me may not be possible but, for you, I will do my utmost to be honest with you. I may not succeed, but I will give it my best shot. As far as being owned by you and being your submissive slave, we will see about that as we go along. You intrigue me and I am indeed, interested in possibly exploring your presumed goals for me. Let’s look at this as your challenging me to find out who I really am, what I need, and where I want to go with it.”

“I will accept that JoAnne. Here is what you must do if you don’t think you are being honest with me. Tell me that you don’t think you can be honest with me at that time and we will work through it together. That is what builds the trust that is going to be needed between us. One of the most destructive things you can do to a relationship of any kind is being dishonest. Even in the tiniest little way. It will eventually catch up to you and bite you in the ass. If I’ve gotten your curiosity and interest fired up at all, please don’t agree to anything further unless you can make a personal commitment to yourself first, and then to me, that trust and honesty will never be deliberately violated under any circumstances, no matter how scary, embarrassing, humiliating, or emotionally upsetting it may be. If you can make that promise, you are going to have a door opened up to you that will change your entire life in a way you never thought possible.”

“You’re not going to give me any time to think this over, are you?”

“Sure I will. You have 30 minutes. The less time you take, the more adventure you will have this afternoon and evening. This new life I am talking about is one based on natural instinct, not long thought out rationalization like the world you are in now.”

“May I ask you a few questions?”

“Yes you may. with the stipulation that you will address me as Sir whenever you speak to me.”

“May I ask you a few questions, Sir?”

“You may ask only one while we are here. Should you need to have a second question answered immediately, you will have to pay a price for it.”

“You seem to be deliberately trying to scare me off Bill. Uhhh, Sir. This is all so very scary to me. I’m not sure I want to take the step that you are demanding of me. This even sounds like a smooth talking con game.”

“I’m not demanding anything at all slut girl. You call me ‘Sir’ and I will call you ‘slut’ or any of several other possible names florya escort that may fit at that moment. The options are all yours. They are totally and completely yours. The decision in making a choice is all yours. Even thinking about it at all is your option. If you really believe this is actually a con game and that I would waste the very short time I have for my vacation, then we can end this right now if you chose to do so.”

“OK Sir. I will ask you a question and then make my decision.”

“If I allow you to ask me a question now, after all of this circling of the wagons that you have been doing since we got here, I will require that you place one finger inside of your pussy while asking the question and then move it to your clit while I give you the answer.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!!! You want me to do that right here? You want me to play with my pussy In this restaurant? With more and more people arriving by the minute that might very well see me? Uhhh…..Sir?”

“You can easily sneak a hand under that sundress without anybody seeing what you are doing. My body blocks nearly everybody’s view from most of the dining area and there aren’t any people anywhere else at the moment.”

“Oh God…… I guess I have to see where this goes. If I turn this down I will probably regret it for the rest of my life.”

I looked in all directions around the entire restaurant. To anybody who happened to be looking in my direction, I’m sure they would get the instant impression that I was trying to hide something. I looked absolutely guilty. I told myself to calm down, take a deep breath and to look at Bill, oh shit, I mean Sir, like we were engaged in a casual conversation. I doubt that anyone would even notice us if we would do that.

I breathed deeply a couple of times and looked straight into his eyes and we locked into a stare. He could probably tell that my arm was moving slightly. After a few seconds, I told him that I had one finger completely inserted into my vagina. He immediately told me that I could only use slang words to describe the sexual areas of my body. No vagina allowed. Words like pussy, cunt, cooze, crack, slice, snatch, twat, or fuck hole were acceptable. OK….. So I told him that I had moved my hand under my dress until I had pushed it under my panties and over my pussy. I had one finger that I managed to push into my cooze, past the crack, through the slice, and into my soaking wet snatch where I was now pushing it slowly but steadily in and out of my fuck hole which has caused my entire twat to get soaked and my cunt was now on fire.

I could barely keep a straight face while saying that and he was having just as much trouble as I was. We both finally started laughing and the tension just disappeared.

“What is your question slut?”

I leaned forward and put my face only inches in front of his, stared hard and direct into his oh so green eyes, and asked, “What exactly is a submissive?”

I immediately pulled my finger out of my pussy and placed it on top of my clit and just pushed lightly up and down on the little soaking wet head.

“You are a submissive and I can prove it to you without a doubt in your mind. You always have been, but you never wanted to recognize it because you had absolutely no idea what to do with it and it scared the hell out of you to even think about it. Did you move your finger out of your pussy and place it on top of your clit as I told you to do a few minutes ago?”

“Yes Sir. I did. I almost forgot. but you had told me to move my finger to my clit while you answered my question, and I did just that.”

“There you go. That proves that you are a submissive. You obeyed me because you actually want me to tell you to do things that you don’t have to courage to do on your own. I often say that a submissive wants to do it and a slave has to do it, but that is only partially true in the strictest sense. A slave will more likely crave to be used and controlled while a submissive craves to be discovered. That’s my own personal viewpoint and definitely not the universal concept. By the end of the day, both slave and submissive will share a great number of the same cravings. It’s just the different original motivation that I am referring to. Every waking moment of every day, for a submissive or slave, is totally and absolutely dedicated to the wishes and pleasures of her Master. She expects nothing in return nor does she want anything in return. Her entire focus is centered on obedience, commitment, and the completion of any order, command, desire, wish, or need of her Master. Every rule is to be followed exactly and every duty is to be completed perfectly. Her thoughts are to never focus on her needs or desires at any time. Her needs and desires are under the total, and absolute, control of her Master and he will choose if, and when, she will experience any personal pleasure or sexual fulfillment. The one single purpose for her entire life is providing for her Master’s pleasure and his personal use. In return for her dedication, her Master will provide everything his submissive may need at his discretion. He may or may not allow her pleasure. That is his choice to make. He will keep her safe and protected at all times. And he will teach her and train her in everything she needs to know to become a true submissive. He will punish her by any means he feels necessary to keep her on the path he wishes for her to follow. Whenever she wanders, she will be punished in some manner. The desired end result will be an ever growing life of trust, honesty, pleasure, fulfillment, love, and happiness. She will ultimately wear his personal collar or insignia when she has earned it. And she will wear it with pride.”

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Authors Note: This story is named and written after the wonderful song created by The Beatles, ‘In My Life’. The text in Italics is the lyrics of the song and was written by John Lennon and Paul McCartney.
As always thank you very much to eclecticwoman818 for her editing and constant encouragement with my stories.

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There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain

All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I’ve loved them all…..

Mark Nelson turned his car into the driveway after another day at work. As he entered his house from the garage it felt different somehow. The silence in his home enveloped him. This house, his home, had once been filled with noise, laughter and the sounds of family life. Now the silence was deafening. It had been this way for the past six months, but today was the first time he had noticed it.

Walking to his bedroom, Mark took off his work clothes and had a shower. Being a warehouse manager meant that he did get grimy after a day’s work. Having a shower refreshed him and he put on his usual home attire of an old t-shirt and shorts, before heading to the kitchen to make his dinner.

He had some music playing on the computer, more to break the silence in the house than anything else. Had his house really been this quiet for the last six months?

As Mark sat there eating his dinner his mind was churning. Unconsciously he was playing with his wedding ring, spinning it on his finger. This had become a bit of a habit he did when he was thinking.

Just on 2 years earlier his wife of 24 years Elouise wasn’t feeling well. Her appetite was poor and she wasn’t feeling herself. She thought it was just a bug and didn’t think too much about it. These symptoms continued for nearly a month before she finally decided go to the doctor. After some tests it was revealed she had advanced pancreatic cancer. This diagnosis was in May and she passed away in September, with Mark and their two daughters, Lara and Daisy, at her bedside.

This sudden loss of Elouise had drained Mark’s soul. They had been going out together since University, where they were both studying economics. The life they had together was wonderful. It is said that opposites attract and this could have been partly true in their case.

Mark was, actually still is, a relatively quiet person, especially when initially meeting people. Once he got to know people though his shyness did fade away. Back at University he was just another young man finding his way. At 5’10” tall, brown hair and a fit, but not athletic build, he was basically invisible in a crowd. He could have been anyone.

Elouise was different. She was outgoing, gregarious, with a big personality. Her flame red hair and infectious laugh definitely brought her attention. She was a popular girl but not in a bad way. They first met when they were assigned to do a group project together during their second year. Mark thought Elouise was the complete package, brains and beauty. He initially found it intimidating working with her that first time, but they soon built up a great friendship. She apparently liked Mark’s sincere manner and his smile. He liked everything about her.

They started going out and everything progressed from there. They were engaged after finishing University, got married, bought their first house, had their children and loved every moment together. Of course their life wasn’t perfect, but it was perfect for them. Mark felt that losing Elouise was like losing a part of himself and it took him a long time to even start functioning again.

As Mark ate his meal that evening he kept thinking about his wonderful daughters and how much they had helped him over the last 18 months.

Their youngest daughter Daisy was still living at home when Elouise passed away, and she and Mark took care of each other. Daisy has caramel coloured hair, blue eyes, is relatively tall at 5′ 8″ and a slim but shapely physique. She is the more emotional of their girls, having her mother’s classical ‘red haired’ temperament.

Daisy was in her final year of school when her mother passed away and she stopped her schooling to get over their tragedy. She returned to school the following year and achieved good results in her final exams. Daisy is now 19 and she is doing her first year of economics at the same university her parents had attended, living on campus.

Their elder daughter Lara was living away at University at the time, but came home as often as she could. Now Lara is 21 years old and doing medicine. She looks like her mother, 5′ 6″ tall, long red hair, porcelain complexion, green eyes. She has more of Mark’s temperament though, being a practical and logical thinker, but she still with a happy nature.

Mark’s thoughts swirled throughout the evening as he contemplated his life. He was 51 years old and for the first time since Elouise’s sex izle passing he felt like he wanted to get on with his life. He needed to stop mourning her and stop using her passing as an excuse for not living. He had only been surviving for the past 18 months and not really living. When Elouise was close to the end in hospital she implored him to live his life once she was gone.

It was time for Mark to live his life again, but there were some things he needed to do first to enable him to do this.

That evening he took some time and phoned both his daughters. They both lived in Sydney closer to their respective universities, about 40 minutes away from where Mark lived and they grew up. He asked them to come over on the weekend as he needed their help. He also asked them to wear old clothes, but didn’t say anything more.

When Mark went to bed that night he did something he never thought he would have to do. With a lot of sadness, and just a hint of optimism, he slipped the plain gold band off the ring finger on his left hand, gave it a kiss and placed it in the drawer of his bedside cabinet…..

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On Saturday morning Lara and Daisy arrived and strolled into the house like they always did. Their presence immediately lifted the mood in the house. Mark was so glad to see them and gave them big hugs. They all caught up a little with what they were all doing over a coffee in the kitchen. Even though they spoke all the time, actually having Lara and Daisy there with him made Mark feel great. Being together again improved Mark’s confidence in the decision he had made.

Both Lara and Daisy were a little anxious as Mark hadn’t told them about what he wanted to do that day. Before they got started Mark led his daughters into the lounge room. He wanted to speak to them before they got on with the task for the day. As they sat on the lounge Mark insisted that Lara and Daisy should sit on either side of him.

“Girls I asked you up here today because I need your help. It’s time to do something I should have done a long time ago …. And now feels like the right time to do it.” Mark said seriously.

Lara and Daisy looked at their father, but also exchanged glances of their own. They were wondering what he was going to say. Mark was nervous too. This was a big step and he hoped they would be supportive.

“I need you both to help me move your Mum’s things out.” Mark said with a sigh.

Lara reached out and held her father’s hand while Daisy wrapped her arm around his shoulders. They both knew this was a big step for him, but it was something he needed to do.

“Dad of course we will help.” Lara said with a loving smile on her face.

“I need to move your Mum’s things out. It’s been nearly 2 years and if I don’t do this I won’t be able to move on with life… And your mother wanted me to move on….” Mark replied quietly.

“Yes Dad. We know. We were there too.” Daisy said, clearly remembering what their Mum had said to him before she passed away.

Mark was so relieved his girls understood what he wanted to do.

“I was worried that you might be upset with me for wanting to get rid of her things.” Mark said, looking at both his beautiful daughters.

“No Dad we aren’t upset. I think it is the best thing you can do. It is great that you feel it is time to move on a little. Don’t you Daisy?”

“Yeah Dad, you do need to move on. It is what Mum wanted.” Daisy replied.

Mark gave both his daughters a big hug each. Sitting back he reached into his pocket. He could feel what he wanted in there.

“Before we start there is something I wanted to give to each of you, something from your Mum and me.” Mark said as he lifted out two ring boxes from his pocket.

He turned to his left and faced Lara. Just looking at her reminded Mark so much of her mother. Her face was shaped the same, she had her red hair pulled back into a pony tail like Elouise often used to. The look of curiosity on her face was the spitting image of her mum. He handed the first box to Lara.

“Lara, sweetheart, your Mother wanted you to have this. I gave this to her on the night I proposed to her. Your mother’s face just beamed when she saw it and said yes……” Mark said, struggling to get the words out.

Lara opened the box and there was her mother’s engagement ring. The solitary diamond sparkled just like the tears that flowed from Lara’s eyes.

“Ohhh Dad I don’t know what to say. It’s beautiful.” Lara babbled before she reached out and hugged her father tight.

Finishing the embrace Mark turned around towards Daisy. His younger daughter was already looking very emotional, so Mark quickly handed her the other ring box.

“Daisy Honey we wanted you to have this one. I gave it to your Mum when she was pregnant with you. She always wanted an eternity ring and I gave this to her jokingly calling it her ‘maternity’ ring. She loved it and ….. Well you know she always wore it.” Mark said with tears streaming down his face as the emotion fully alt yazılı porno caught up with him.

Daisy was already in tears as she opened the box to see the gold band with multiple small diamonds embedded in it. Daisy wrapped her arms around her father and held him tight. She was crying into his shoulder. This was so much more emotional than Mark had thought it would be. Lara leant across and hugged them both too.

When they finished hugging and dried their eyes Mark began to speak. “Girls you don’t have to wear the rings…..”

Looking across however, he could see that Lara and Daisy had already put their rings on, both putting them on their right hand ring finger.

“I’m going to wear mine all the time Dad.” Daisy immediately said.

“I will wear it all the time too Dad, except when I’m working.” Lara chimed in with a big smile on her face.

Mark smiled at his girls.

“Ok …… Well let’s get this started.”

With that they went in and started to clear out all of Elouise’s things. It was a really emotional day. There were plenty of laughs, lots of old stories reminiscing about Elouise and more than a few tears shed. Often it would be as simple as a single piece of clothing that triggered a memory. They all supported each other.

What should have been a quick process ended up taking all day. The girls took some of their mother’s things to keep and a lot was donated to charity.

As it had been a long and emotional day Lara and Daisy wanted to stay the night rather than drive back to Sydney. The family had pizza for dinner and watched a few old movies curled up together on the lounge, just like they did on many a Saturday night when the girls were young.

While watching the movie, Lara said to her father in a somewhat surprised voice. “Dad you’ve taken your wedding ring off.”

“Yes I did. Like I said before it is time to move on.” Mark replied

“You didn’t throw it out did you?” Daisy asked in a concerned manner, hearing the conversation.

“No girls. I have kept it with your mother’s wedding ring in a very safe place….. I’m not forgetting your Mum. I will never forget her. I have the greatest reminder of her here in my arms, you two. I will always love her. Always…… But I need to live my life again….”

His daughters embraced Mark a little tighter. He thought that they understood where he was coming from. It certainly felt like they did.

The following morning they all had breakfast together before Lara and Daisy headed back to Sydney.

As they said their goodbyes Lara said to her father “This was perfect Dad.”

“It was?”

“Yes. All being together again, just like when we were young. It felt right didn’t it?”

“Yes Sweetheart it did.” Mark replied happily.

Lara kissed her father on the cheek. In a very knowing voice she said “Now you can move on Dad.”

The girls got in their car and drove away. Mark’s mind churned over what Lara had said. She was was right. It was almost like they had drawn a line under the past. His girls, his young women, were grown up and not little girls any more. They had their own lives. They had celebrated their old life. Now was time to move on.

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Three months later and Mark had started to move on. He wasn’t exactly painting the town red, but was doing a little more. He had reconnected with friends and was accepting invitations to go out more than saying no. It felt great to see people again and after the obvious questions on how he was doing without Elouise, conversations moved on to other topics. Life was getting better.

One Saturday morning he was out doing his weekly grocery shop. He shopped like he did everything in his life, with a purpose. He had his list and was looking for the various products he needed. As Mark rounded his trolley into the next aisle, a young boy came running towards him.

Mark brought his trolley to a halt barely missing him. The boy looked at Mark with a startled look on his face, before he turned and ran quickly back to his mother’s trolley only a couple of steps away.

The mother saw what had happened, looked towards Mark and began to speak.

“Oh I’m so sorry. Thank you for not…… Mark?”

Mark looked at the woman. She was about 5’6″ tall and her hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail with strands of hair hanging down across her face. Her hair was brown with many blonde highlights. Her eyes were a stunning hazel colour and he could see a smile emerge on her face. In that split second Mark knew who it was.

“Angela, is that you?” he replied.

The smiles of recognition spread across both their faces. They moved in close and hugged.

“Angela …. Reed isn’t it now? How long has it been?” Mark asked.

“No not Reed any more, back to Summers again. The last time I saw you Mark was when I left AHS. That would have been 18 years ago. Wow. You look great. How are you doing?”

They chatted for a few minutes having not seen each other altyazılı sex izle since Angela left the store where they had both worked. Mark was the assistant manager and Angela was fresh out of school, working while she studied at University.

She asked Mark about his family and he told her about Elouise’s passing. Angela reached out and put her hand on his shoulder, while expressing her sincere sympathy for his loss.

They were talking about Mark’s daughters and Angela’s kids, when Angela’s kids began to get restless and started annoying each other. They quickly wrapped up their conversation saying how pleased they were to see each other again and hoping to catch up again soon.

As they moved apart Mark took one more look at Angela. She was dressed in a nice pair of jeans, sneakers and a jacket covering a t-shirt. While she was obviously dressed to do her grocery shopping he thought she looked really good.

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Angela

It is amazing the people who you run into in the supermarket. As Angela gathered her kids up, they pushed their trolley down the aisle and around into the next. Angela looked back and could see Mark doing his shopping. A small smile crossed her face. It felt really good to see him again.

Once at home she began to pack the groceries away. Her children, 11 year old daughter Taylor and 9 year old son Ryan, headed their separate ways, tired of being cooped together while they did the shopping.

Angela found that she was smiling happily to herself as she packed the things away. Seeing Mark Nelson had really perked up her spirit. She had always liked Mark when he was her manager at AHS. He was always nice to her while still being the boss and took an interest in what she was doing outside of work. He always treated Angela and the other members of the staff with respect. He valued their feedback and opinions, but was still firm enough with them to get jobs done. She really felt Mark was a friend.

Her mind went back to leaving AHS to move to the city and get a real job after she had finished her studies. Looking around her little house now, a feeling of disappointment filled Angela’s heart again. Her life hadn’t turned out exactly how she had planned it. While she did have a good career, working as a Sales Representative for a pharmaceutical company, and had two wonderful children, she hadn’t expected to be 37 years old and back living in a small house in the town she had grown up in.

Angela always thought she would have a bit more glamourous lifestyle, living in the city, enjoying all the nightlife and trappings that came with living in Sydney. For a period of time she did have this good life.

When Angela was married she and her husband had a lifestyle in the eastern suburbs of Sydney that looked amazing. Her ex, Adam, had a good job as a merchant banker and had plenty of contacts with the right people. They went out regularly to events, attended fancy parties, openings and premieres. They mixed with all the right people and appeared to have it all. While they weren’t quite socialites, as they both worked for their money, they were on the edge of that scene.

This fancy lifestyle however cost them plenty. They were mortgaged up to the eyeballs for their house and the kids went to private school. These people all wanted to be their friend when times were good, but when things got tough they all disappeared. Adam couldn’t keep it in his pants and Angela caught him and his ‘secretary’ at their house one day.

Unfortunately for Angela the divorce from Adam had taken a hit on what savings she had. As they were so deep in debt and actually owned very little, the property split was basically non-existent. The divorce was costly and Angela’s so-called friends weren’t there for her.

She had little option but to reluctantly move back to the area she grew up. Here she would be near her parents, where she had support and could be somewhere she could afford to live. Her work was great and they shuffled her sales territory to cover more of this area. Taylor and Ryan adapted relatively easily to their new school. Adam saw the kids 3 weekends out of 4, and was a good Dad to them. He was just a lousy husband to Angela.

Seeing how nice it was outside Angela went and sat on her back deck, looking over her back yard. Taylor and Ryan were now outside playing together having settled their minor shopping mall dispute. It dawned on Angela sitting there that her kids were happier here than they had been in Sydney. They relished seeing Angela more, and even having more of their Dad’s attention when they saw him on the weekends.

Watching them play Angela began to realise that she didn’t actually miss the supposedly glamourous lifestyle she once had, but missed having someone who was there for her…..

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Mark

Seeing Angela again was great. He had often wondered how she went with her life once she had left the store they worked at. She was always level headed, but passionate about what she believed in. He thought Angela would succeed in everything she did as she had that type of personality that she would work to make it. As she had reverted back to her maiden name and was living back in the local area Mark realised that life must have dealt her a few tough cards.

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