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responsible for fixing things that break. Beyond that, however, I am
not too fastidious in my habits.
"Well," Megan said, "I suppose that should be enough."
"One other thing," I said, "if at any time you think we need to re-
examine the division of labor, just let me know and we can discuss it.
But don’t flick me shit about it otherwise."
"What about vacuuming?"
"I’ll get you a nice Hoover. I’ll sweep, but I won’t vacuum."
"Okay. What if we get a house with a yard?"
"I see a 50-50 split of the yard work there, with me taking
responsibility for the vegetable garden, and you handling the flowers.
But we can decide those details later."
"Okay," Megan said. She leaned over and kissed me, slipping her
tongue inside and then slowly backing it out.
"I am so glad I found you, Patrick," Megan said. She lightly placed
her hand between my legs, her signal to proceed to you-know-what.
"Before finding you," I said, "I was very unhappy."
"I wasn’t happy, either," she said.
"I love you, Megan."
"I love you, Patrick."
So we are all set. Looks like the big day will be December 9, 1979.
Unless we get married sometime later, it will serve as our anniversary
of sorts. The day we joined forces.
* * * *
November 25, 1979
Thanksgiving is over. Took mushrooms with Ginny, Chuck, and
Megan while we played cards and drank wine. Had a lot of good old
fashioned fun. Ginny and Chuck are such a kick. We watched Denny
Terrio on Dance Fever and laughed ourselves sick. But it was also
kind of interesting.
They had this couple on who did a country western swing dance.
Man, oh man. The woman wore a ruffled white mini-skirt and these
great looking white cowboy boots. She had a body just like Megan’s,
slender and very sensual. I really enjoyed looking at her. And could
she ever dance.
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About fifteen people came to Ginny and Chuck’s beach house for
the colossal Thanksgiving meal. Afterwards, Megan and I washed the
dishes and did the clean up while Ginny napped and Chuck ran
errands. We stayed in their spare bedroom. Late that night, there was
this heavy rainstorm that woke us both up.
What a downpour.
While it thundered on the roof, Megan kissed me and slipped her
hand between my legs. We made love, then fell back asleep. Megan
got up at dawn and drank coffee with Ginny until about 9:00 AM. I
stayed in the sack until noon. Needed to recharge my batteries.
I want to get my political campaign up and running.
First things first means getting my brochure ready for the
canvassing. Megan says she can take some photos but says I really
ought to have the Voter’s Pamphlet photograph done professionally. I
think she’s right.
* * * *
December 10, 1979
Megan’s here. Moved in yesterday. We are now partners in living
for as long as it goes. If I have my way, it will be until death do us
part. I have not lived with a woman in more than six years. We are
facing many challenges in the upcoming months and this will be a real
test. We shall see very soon whether this is true love or something
less.
Home, back home. In SE Portland.
* * * *
December 29, 1979 Heceta Beach
This may be our last long stay at the beach for a while. It was
really gorgeous here today. The sun came out and the air was warm
and clear. Megan and I went out to the South Jetty and hiked up the
dunes to our special spot, the hilltop where you can see for miles in
every direction. We each carried a bowling ball. Harry had given us
a couple of old nicked balls from this bankrupt bowling alley he is
liquidating. We lugged them to the top of the dunes.
The day was so beautiful that we just had to get naked and dance
around in the sunshine. What a blast. I’m so happy to be with
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Megan, at long last. She is so delightful and beautiful it damn near
brings tears to my eyes.
Of course, we also had to make love up there, in the grove of wind-
twisted pines. It was like something out of a Japanese art movie.
Warm winds and long limbs. Me and my babe. Woman in the dunes.
Wild and kinda eerie at the same time.
I couldn’t get over the beauty of the setting, or the loveliness of
Megan as she took my cock in her mouth and then, as soon as I was
good and hard, spread her legs on the blanket we had brought along.
The moment was like nothing either of us had ever experienced
before.
Megan is so sensual, so beautiful, and so much fun to be with. Her
body seems to know just what to do with mine. Up on the dunes there
was sunshine on her lovely skin, and sea breeze in her long, flowing
blond hair.
I took this one shot of her kneeling in the sand between the two
bowling balls, completely nude, looking at me with a sweet smile on
her face. Like Venus. Like Helen of Troy. Sure hope it turns out.
Megan was so gorgeous in that red light I could have died, I tell you,
right then and there.
In ceremonial fashion, we pledged our love to one another. Then
we let the bowling balls roll down the hill into the lake. You should
have seen them go KER-SPLASH!
When we got back to the house, Ginny wanted Megan to go with
her to the post office and stop for a snack at the pie shop. The
cocktail hour was nearly at hand, so I stayed behind with Chuck while
the girls took off. Chuck made pina coladas while he hummed that
song "Do You Like Pina Coladas"? It plays on the radio about every
five minutes.
We saw Houston beat the Chargers, 17-14. Dan Fouts played tough
but he couldn’t get it past Oiler cornerback Vernon Perry, who read
him like a book, nabbing at least three interceptions.
Nick came by later to invite us to his New Year’s champagne
brunch. Eleanor is going to serve as his co-host.
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She seems to have latched on to him and doesn’t intend to let him
slip. We also agreed to meet for drinks at the Whistler tonight at 9:00
PM. Eleanor has never seen the photos Megan took of the poetry bash
and wants to check them out.
Toasty warm fire at my feet.
A pattering rain on the roof right now. Darkness softly falls. I hear
the sounds of the sea. I am in love with a beautiful woman and I am
getting ready to run for the state legislature, something I have long
dreamed of doing.
I won’t say that life is perfect because I don’t wanna jinx it.
Happiness goeth before disaster, after all. Therefore, I refuse to take
chances by saying everything is wonderful.
But it’s hard to see how I can make very many improvements on
this moment.
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M. J. Rennie is a bestselling author of offbeat, humorous, unique,
and sophisticated erotica with a feminist awareness. Among Rennie's
works are the follow
ing titles, published by Renaissance E Books:
Absolute Submission
Femdom Forever – Volume 1
Femdom Forever – Volume 2
Hold Nothing Back
How to Manage a Man
Male Chastity
Menage a Troll
Permission
Plus Size Signe
Slit Pantie Honeymoon (Stories)
Submit, My Lovely
The Alien Aphrodisiac (Stories)
The Perfect Wife
Worshipped Wives
For more information on the erotic stories and novels of M. J.
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