“How was it?”
“Unfortunately too much splash, remember for next time your arms must be closed together against your head on entry. Try one more time.”
Second time around there was little splash she perfected the swallow dive.
“You’ve mastered the basic dive before too long you shall progress to a more complicated fancier dive. But for now, come close my water-baby.”
Her coach held her flexing his sinewy muscles, off came their swimming togs she felt the muscles in his penis grow taut.
“Burn energy – stroke, stroke, stroke, My Love.”
He lay motionless on the surface of the water, she grasped his stiff penis stroking in a rhythm so smooth it seemed effortless. Soon he would explode. They crawled back onto the rocks, he entered her each time he would thrust she called out his name loudly. His enormous love for her destroyed all grief, anxiety, discontentment, remorse, guilt and distrust that may have been lurking beneath the surface.
If he were to tell her about what Ann-Marie had done to him it would only break down the life force and invite decay and death.
Her mind became contented, his spirit cheerful as they both reached a peak at the very same time. His body and her soul were strengthened. He kissed her lips for courage, he kissed her left breast for hope, he kissed her right breast for faith, he kissed her pussy for love and both bottom cheeks for sympathy and told her so.
His perfect intimacy had her in the best of health and what else could it do but prolong her life.
“You have the most effective tool for combating depression,” she whispered into his burning ear.
“With my instrument in your hands comes the true source of your strength – the cure of both body and soul. Healing only occurs when I take you from the human to the devine, the true science of healing.”
“You truly are The Great Physician with a blessing through constant kindness, unwearied patience and pure love.”
She rested on John’s love and under his protecting care they were heaven-bound.
Light rain fell delicately from the skies as they reached Lamb Island. The boat was moored just before the onfall of darkness.
Lying in her arms that night drove all thoughts of Ann-Marie from his active mind. He filled it with LisaAnn and every time they had made love, especially that very first time on their honeymoon amongst the lilies of France when their gorgeous twin babies were lovingly conceived.
Morning spiraled from the overcast skies, the puffy clouds parted and reliably a celestial object emerged the size of a basketball, shining brightly.
As LisaAnn prepared to brew a cafia coffee she thought it pointless to waste so much energy anticipating problems with Ann-Marie, problems that may never occur.
Jayne had been excited and happy all through her pregnancy. LisaAnn put it down to her having confidence in her own good sense.
“How’s our special little mother?” LisaAnn greeted as she stepped into the kitchen.
“Oh, good, although I miss Ewan. I’ve a feeling the babies will arrive sometime tonight or tomorrow.”
“How about we call him to come down to stay with you this weekend? He can be here to comfort and console you during labour. John was wonderful sharing with me those personal intimate thoughts, fears and feelings which come with change.”
“I will, Ewan has been so interested in my pregnancy and looks forward to the babies arrival. I’m so glad my brother is familiar with birthing procedures. He successfully brought your twins into the world.”
“Yes I’m glad I had a home birth. As I lay in our bed he checked my temperature, pulse and blood pressure, he felt the babies’ position in my uterus and he even counted the twins heartbeat by listening with a fetal stethoscope. He knows so much. He allowed me to cry. Some say crying is bad for you but darling John told me it is essential to let out the tears I held inside because if I didn’t they could cause damage at a later time after the birth.”
“What were the tears over?”
“The traumatic death of my mother plus the fact she could not be present with me at that special time.”
“I’m so sorry to hear that,” Jayne told her. “Physical pain is distressing. That’s the part I’m dreading, ouch!”
“The discomfort of labour is different for each woman. You might have a relatively easy labour.”
“I hope so LisaAnn.”
The slanted glass panels between the exposed timber beams formed the kitchen’s ceiling and allowed the sunshine to flood the room giving a grand illusion of space. LisaAnn wiped the spilled coffee grains off the Tasmanian oak bench with a damp cloth.
The stylish multi-coloured slate splash-back behind the sink and stove, blended with the natural warmth of the charming old brick partition-styled walls, jutting out at both ends of the working area, allowing for a free flow of traffic between the living and working areas. Two long narrow shelves above the splash-back were used to display decorative plates and cups on the top, and beautiful pottery pieces on the bottom shelf.
Jayne took a sip of the cool rainwater LisaAnn had poured for her, and lifted her heavy body off the padded chair, and wiped the slender pane of fixed glass on one wall above the cutlery drawers, then refreshed the double sink and disposal unit with lemon juice and water. On the wall beside the wood stove hung a painting titled Tornado Over Kansas by John Stewart Curry, it had been hanging in John’s unit before they married, it copped a dusting too.
After their morning coffee LisaAnn showered and climbed into Jayne’s old pedal pushers and John’s polo shirt, they had been stored away and rarely worn, she wanted to keep them nice. She folded away the blue satin nightie he had given her when they had first met, she had worn it last night. The pair of floral cotton briefs he had bought for her felt lovely against her tender flesh.
“Caring John, you have given me so much support, you accepted me as I was, you understood me when I didn’t even understand myself, I love you,” she told him cuddling up to him while he slept in, half-listening.
He awoke fully. “I will always support you baby. You look adorable in the clothes I gave you.”
“Thank you.”
“I wanted to free you from the tricks your mind was playing on you. When you cried I said, here I am and your health did spring forth speedily.”
“Your happy presence brought me new life.”
“I’m still happy to see you.”
Her eyes welled up with tears.
If her father could see her now, would he finally be proud of her? That she would never know. John’s fatherly love and protective attitude told her she would never lose her beauty, her intelligence nor her strength while she was filled with his eternal bliss.
“This weekend my darling I must pot some living matter.”
“What do you have in mind little Laser?” John asked lifting the tired-looking twins out of their cots. “They must have been chasing a splash of fragile butterflies through lavender fields in their dreams all night long.”
“So that’s what you were dreaming you cuties,” she told them smiling. She tickled their tummies and changed their dirty nappies then put them to her breasts almost nodding off herself after answering her lover with the words, “I’d like to create a pretty window garden in the tea room.”
“A window crowded with flowers and greenery is always a pretty picture,” he told her flicking on the radio and coming alive to the old hit, Love Really Hurts Without You, winding her up again for another busy day. “I’ll help,” he added, pulling on his towelling burgundy wrap around his powerful body.
“Jayne has a strong feeling her twins will arrive sometime tomorrow,” said LisaAnn.
“Perfect,” said he, changing into his white suit and stepping into his white leather shoes.
Jayne had a craving for a sugar blast and rummaged through the refrigerator for some tasty ingredients. She found some sliced brioche, pitted cherries, cranberry juice and crème fraiche. She stirred together the whole cherries, some icing sugar and the
juice in a bowl and sang her heart out to her unborns, which was her habitual custom at this hour of the day.
“My voice you shall hear in the morning
my little ones,
like cooling rain on a hot summer’s day,
or the swaying of trees on an Autumn breeze.
Bring happiness and joy to all around you,
with your little acts of love,
the moment you arrive into the world.”
While the fruit was macerating for ten minutes she called Ewan from the kitchen phone.
“Lowan Dental Surgery,” the receptionist answered in a steamy voice.
“Hi April. It’s Ewan’s wife. Could you put me through to him please?”
“Certainly,” click, “go right ahead.”
“Darling, the babies will be here soon would you be able to fly down this afternoon?”
“The day we have been dreaming of, the birth of our bubs, nature’s wonder, I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I’ll get in a locum for two weeks. I’ll be there by five, love you sweety.”
“Bye-Bye.”
She spread butter on both sides of the brioche dipping the buttered brioche in sugar and pan-fried the brioche until both sides were lightly browned. The sugary fragrance swaggered about the room just as John, LisaAnn and the twins entered.
“What’s that sweet smell?” John asked, studying her full figure.
“Caramelized Brioche with Cherries,” she answered him speedily.
“I hope this isn’t routine?” he joked.
“A sweet treat is a daily need,” she said lightly spooning the crème fraiche and the cherry mixture on top of two slices of brioche each plate proudly possessed.
“So that’s how the babies got there.” John laughed hysterically.
“It’s clear to see you don’t lack time or talent,” Marshall-Justus humoured her as he breezed through the doorway.
Her jolly expression turned suddenly serious and in a whimpering voice she said, “Next you’ll be telling me I won’t be able to fit into that ivory bikini Ursula Andress wore in Dr. No.”
“I’m not sure your husband will want to part with an eyepopping $59,000.00 that bit of Hollywood history is selling for,” John teased.
“I’m no longer into Tinseltown trinkets that light up Ewan’s brain,” Jayne moaned, weary from the daily grind and tired of the Family Research Laboratory pricking and probing. In next to no time her breakfast was gone. “I’ll tell on you brother when Ewan gets here at five o’clock.”
“Thanks for the advanced warning,” he mentioned as he kissed the girls. “You had better stay at home and look after my little sister, LisaAnn.”
She agreed to.
He raced out of the house grabbing his briefcase on the way, leaving behind the good life and the good wife.
John and LisaAnn making love at Pelican Banks
Chapter Thirteen
Her love for him still left his rock-hard form trembling and his tight lips quivering at the very thought of her, therefore, inwardly he felt more puffed up than a cream puff.
LisaAnn stood on the porch with the chubby bubbies and waved their champion protector goodbye for the day.
“Loving your father is not difficult, not difficult at all,” LisaAnn told her bubs, they gripped her hands and searched her face, she smiled and kissed them.
She went inside and handed the twins over to her sister-in-law who took them to the entertainment room for playtime.
“I’ll hang my washing on the line LisaAnn,” Marshall-Justus told her then walked down the hall to the laundry.
“Okay Uncle Marsh.”
She poured herself a coffee and put it down on the coffee table in the tearoom, then drew back the curtains and opened the windows, the room now bright and breezy.
For quite some time, she sat curled up in the cosy room, alone, sipping her coffee and staring with a heart filled with contentment at her pretty garden Josef was watering.
She could hear the gentle waves roll upon the shore. The wind whispered through the open window, the fair air refreshing her divine mind and sharpening her memory. Out loud she affirmed, “At this moment I recall to mind all things I shouldst not forget and forget all things I shouldst not remember.”
As John waited patiently for Pastor Amos to get organized his mind raced back to the day he found his patient with slit wrist. He knew she would be the one to become his very first love, his only love, because she had told him his courage kept her heart beating. If it were not for me you would not be alive today, my precious little bundle, I love you and would do anything for you. No one else can have me, only you, he told himself silently. He would never forget that day.
Soon Pastor Amos was on board excusing his lateness due to the fact that he had been absorbed in his morning prayer which he said leads him through a perfect day which ends in an evening of thankfulness.
John was driving his Ford Laser today and as he drove on to the barge he shared with Pastor Amos that he enjoyed reading the book of prayers.
“Ah, yes the Psalms. Do you read Psalm 8 as a personal prayer?”
“Yes that is my special prayer. God really cares for us.”
“He certainly does and he gave us the creatures of the waters for our pleasure, like that cormorant floating on the surface and diving deep for his breakfast, and he gave to you a beautiful mermaid and she gave to you two water babies to enjoy for a lifetime.”
“From the very beginning she possessed a certain charm that had the power to draw me to herself like salt attracts moisture.”
“She has always and will always have an inviting nature,” Pastor Amos blessed. “You turned her living nightmare into a moving story.”
During the journey to the clinic, John felt numb and thoroughly annoyed at himself for allowing Ann-Marie to use and abuse him sexually. He could not stop thinking he had let his wife down. He couldn’t bring himself to discuss the very personal matter with the Pastor.
Finally, around nine-thirty a.m., they reached the healing-house. Just as both men stepped through the doors the receptionist let John know there was a telephone call for him.
“Switch it through please.”
Pastor Amos went through to the lunchroom to put his lunch in the fridge and to brew a couple of cafia coffees.
“Moreton Bay Psychiatric Clinic, Doctor John Wright speaking.”
“Doctor Wright, this is Doctor Clancy from the General Hospital, listen, Ann-Marie has just come to life. She is uttering a sentence over and over.”
“What is she saying Doctor Clancy?”
“PT-141 will set your balls on fire, my dear John. Sounds oddball doesn’t it?”
There was silence on John’s end for a half minute while he contemplated the implications, it dawned on him that PT-141 was the weapon she used to seduce him.
“Look Doctor Wright we will be needing her last name for the records, could you provide that information?”
“I’ll find out and will fill in the papers tonight when I visit her.”
“Do you know what she means?”
“No,” he lied. “I’m not sure just what she is on about.”
“We’ll continue to take good care of her. Goodbye now.”
“Thank you, goodbye Doctor.” John placed the receiver down and like the clouds, his eyes filled with water and burst with the weight. “O poor, weak man that I am. I cannot even help myself. I give such good advice to others, but can hardly offer myself the knowledge I need to shield myself from a woman’s uncontrollable desire. I had better pull myself together and read over the notes I have made on my patient Francia Fuch, she is due to be admitted today, I almost forgot. There must be some solution, some thing that can wipe out the power of PT-141.”
He opened her file and read the contents when all of a sudden he came across the answer. “1mL of St. John’s Syrup in twenty mLs of water will lessen the desire. Only it will take about ten minutes to work, if she tries it again with me, after I take t
he syrup I shall have to flee, but how shall I fight the force of sexual power, until the syrup takes its affect? I can just see myself in the not too distant future, me a Psychiatrist seeking counsel with another Psychiatrist about this, and it probably won’t be my wife, he thought to himself.
He checked out his appearance in a pocket mirror, only just noticing today that the smoky colour he’d dunked his hair in when he had first met his auburn haired lady, had faded and it was back to its original colour. He ran his comb through his soft red hair, proud of the body and bounce. Clicking open his briefcase, he stashed her file inside with a few pens, grabbed Pastor Amos and raced toward the ward.
As soon as his eyes met Francia’s a rosy glow spread over the surface of his pale cheeks struggling with all his might from filling his jockey shorts. Pastor Amos was caught up in a discussion with the Recreation Officer.
“Let me talk to you Doctor Wright.”
He managed a slight smile, “Hello Francia, I’ll talk with you in your room, it’s number four down the end of this corridor follow me.”
She skipped behind him trying hard to keep up with his long strides.
“Where’s Mom?”
“She had to go back to the café to work.” She scampered into the room like a playing child. John stalled at the door nervously clutching his briefcase against his thorax, gulping mouthfuls of excess saliva.
Francia plonked herself on the bed looking depressed, “I’ve been hurt deeply by my father,” her tone of voice was bitter. He blushed again and stumbled into the room and took a seat at the pine desk beside her bed. She looked like a child afraid of her own shadow. She sat there chilled to the bone, staring coldly at him.
“What has he been doing to you lately Francia?”
“He has been licking me out.” He observed his terror reflected in her watery pupils.
“He thinks you’re hot stuff eh?” he asked seriously.
“Especially with tomato sauce,” she sadly replied.
“How entertaining.”
She climbed off the bed and threw herself on his lap, sending his briefcase hurtling to the carpeted floor.
“I’d like to show off my cooking skills tonight and panfry his jumbo spring roll to a burnt crisp.”
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