'Diamonds In The RoughΒ© and its associated nine chapters is a copyrighted production by Mostera1Β©. Use of its character's or any part of this story without the author's permission is strictly prohibited.
Many thanks to my editor the all powerful word wizard, SoCalOvid for his tireless work on this series.
Welcome to this the final chapter of Sam and Lynn's story. If you are a first time visitor, 'bienvenue' and I recommend you read the previous chapters first.
So for one more time:
With an open mind and an unlocked heart...
Prologue
It wasn't until several months after the twins had been born that one Saturday afternoon Sam heard Major barking outside followed shortly by the sound of the doorbell ringing.
From the nursery she heard Lynn's voice, "Could you get that Sam? I'm changing another poopy diaper. Oh! Don't our children know how vulgar it is to keep their mother wiping up poopy bottoms both day and night, night and day!" There was a brief pause, "I like the sound of that. 'Night and Day.' Catchy song title, n'est pas?"
Sam response was to laugh as she walked towards the door.
"Poopy diapers are the price we pay, my Queen. But our darlings are worth it."
When Sam opened the door she was mildly surprised to discover Alexis standing there on the stoop. For a moment they both stood silently looking at each other, before Alexis' gaze dropped, unable to look Sam directly in the eyes.
Sam looked at Alexis in a surprisingly clinical manner, not especially moved one way or another. She could tell that Alexis had dressed in a manner intended to appeal to the 'old' Sam β a gauzy blouse that was translucent enough to expose the outlines of her breasts and to show the wearer's nipples. Her short skirt emphasized her already long legs, the lack of stockings revealing her golden, tanning-salon skin tone, and she wore high heels that enhanced the muscles of her legs and tightened her butt. Once upon a time such a look would have had Sam drooling, ready to adjourn to the bedroom. Once upon a time β but not anymore.
"Please come in," invited Sam, willing to play the hospitable host.
As she entered the house past Sam, Alexis handed Sam a single, perfect yellow rose. When Sam accepted the flower, Alexis stepped forward into the opening between her arms, trying to embrace her, but Sam deftly stepped back avoiding her.
"Why is it no one ever sent me yet,
One perfect limousine,
Do you suppose?" Sam quoted with a laugh.
"Pardon?" Alexis asked.
Sam sighed. "Why is it you can lead a horticulture, but you can't make her think?" she recited, an obviously rhetorical question, followed by a low chuckle.
"I'm sorry β I don't understand?" a puzzled Alexis asked again.
"Dorothy Parker," Sam replied.
"Oh. I don't think that I know her. Does she hang out at Gigi's?"
Sam laughed. "Alexis, Alexis. Plus Γ§a change, plus c'est la mΓͺme chose!"
Sam seated Alexis in the living room, and as she walked towards the kitchen to put the rose in a bud vase, she asked over her shoulder, "Would you care for something to drink?"
"Some wine would be nice."
Alexis was pleased by Sam's reception. She had half-expected Sam to slam the door in her face, or begin screaming and shouting at her. She was hopeful that Sam's calm manner indicated that if she were not forgiven, at least Sam's anger no longer burned bright and hot.
Sam returned with a wine glass filled with a German Riesling that she knew would appeal to Alexis, and then sat down in a chair facing her former lover.
"So, Alexis, to what do I owe the honor of this visit?" Sam inquired in a neutral voice, clearly asking in polite terms 'what do you want?'
Alexis was practically wringing her hands as she tried to answer, trying to regain her composure and remember the speech that she had practiced earlier.
"Did you read the letter that I sent you?" she finally started.
"No."
'Well,'
she thought,
'that's not good,'
but she struggled on.
"I wanted to tell you again how sorry I was for betraying your love and trust. I just hope that someday you can forgive me."
Alexis was silent for a moment before she continued.
"After you threw me out β and you were entirely justified, I understand that β I had nowhere else to go but to Brittany. So I did.
"It didn't take long for me to realize what I had lost.
"With Brit it was all about her ego. At first she would take me everywhere with her, showing me off, letting everyone know that she had 'taken me away' from my partner. She got such a kick out of that. And she had me in a dependent situation, where I had to submit to her desires.
"When we were together, you protected me and you took care of me. I guess that I didn't appreciate how much that means in a relationship until I moved in with Brit. Brittany exploited me for her own satisfaction. She was a complete user.
"I was never as happy with Brittany as I had been with you, but at the beginning at least it was tolerable. She wanted sex all the time, and she basically let me know that was the price for staying with her. No love, nor friendship or companionship, just hard-core sex. She would just get naked, sit in her favorite chair and tell me to get my mouth to work between her thighs. No thought for me or my satisfaction, just getting Brittany off. But that wasn't the worst.
"She began taking me to bars that catered to the lesbian BDSM crowd where my body was the price of admission.