How I met, fell in love and married Karen Childs. She became my very reason for existing and I became her reason for living. There is no sex, no BDSM, no cheating or anything in this tale that would be of interest to those liking those types of stories. There is only love and a happy ending for the two main characters. Please read it and keep in mind, this is a work of Non-erotic fiction simply for the reading pleasure.
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It is hard to say how I wound up where I am today. I was always one of those guys that would tend to shy away from folks that were different. What I mean by different is those with physical deformities, mentally challenged or maybe some sort of health issue which made them seem to appear different. That is until I met Karen.
Karen was blind. She was not born blind. She was in the Army and was in a tragic accident that caused her blindness. Man she was beautiful. I didn't realize she was blind when I first saw her. She appeared to be just standing there in the airport as if waiting for her flight to be called.
Karen is just over five foot five inches tall. Beautiful brown hair, perfectly manicured finger nails attached to some very lovely long fingers and lovely hands. Her legs were on display because of her short skirt which stopped just short of mid-thigh. Her legs were attached to a very beautiful butt. Her butt was not overly large nor was it small, it was just amazing to look at. Her breasts were perfectly shaped to fit her torso. If I were to guess her breast size I would estimate them to be probably a large B cup or possibly a small C cup. Since the skin on her legs and arms was exposed I could not see a flaw anywhere. I was about ten feet away when I noticed her. Her face looked as beautiful as the rest of her. Her button nose supported the sun glasses she was wearing so I had no idea of her eye color. Her lips framed a dentist perfect set of teeth when she smiled. Her teeth were a pearly white and they just hollered "Look at me when I smile!"
I heard my flight called and thought I would never see the lady again. I could only hope I would. As I started towards the tunnel leading to my flight I did notice a young woman coming up to her. She merely spoke softly to her and escorted her to the same route I took. Well at least she would be on the same flight. I just couldn't understand why she was being escorted like that. I started to think she might be mentally challenged. It seemed as if she couldn't find her own way without help. It did confuse me just a little. I had never been exposed to anyone like her.
I had a seat near the wing. I always tried to get a seat near the wing because it gave me a wonderful sense of serenity, watching the wings cut through any clouds we would fly through. To me it was just peaceful. It also helped me to relax while flying. I really did not like flying. Having a window seat over the wings was just a way to make it more tolerable for me.
I had already started looking out the window when the lady escorting the beautiful woman in the airport terminal came down the aisle and started grinning at me as she set the woman in the seat right next to me. "GOD this woman was beautiful," I thought. She was even more so up close.
As she sat, the other woman whispered something to her and took the aisle seat across from her. How lucky could one guy get? I did not know if I was going to sit next to a mental case or should I thank my lucky stars that this beautiful woman was going to sit next to me for our long flight from London, England to Houston, Texas in the good ole U S of A. I also knew that since it was late afternoon, we would probably wind up taking a nap while in flight. We would arrive in Houston somewhere around mid morning the next day. Well, I was good to go either way the flight went. I had a long flight ahead of me and I also had a good looking woman sitting next to me for the trip. I was thinking I might not be engaged in good conversation but at least I had a good looking woman sitting next to me. There was some serious eye candy I could appreciate while taking discrete glances her direction.
I knew we would at least strike up some conversation of some sort. I was trying to figure out a way to start. I had hopes she would not find me an annoying seat mate and we could make the best of what we had. I had also thought maybe hopefully she was not one of those mental cases.
"Hi" I started out with. Typical way to start I thought. "My name is Eddy McDonald"
She responded in like manner. "My name is Karen Childs".
"Why are you going to Houston, business or pleasure?" I asked.
"I'm going home now. I live near Houston in a small town just north of there called Tomball" she said. "Where do you live?
"Hey I know where Tomball is. I live in the Baytown area. I'm a sales rep for a computer company. I've always wanted to see London so I took some time off for a vacation" I told her.
"Wow that must be nice" she tells me. "Do you sell the systems or do you sell the software for them?"
I was relieved that she could talk without any noticeable speech impediment. She could also think clearly. This may be an enjoyable flight after all.
"We sell everything from A to Z when it comes to the computers and anything associated with them" I told her. I then asked her "have you ever played any games on line?"
"I used to before..." and as she said it she appeared to look sad. She looked as if to be gazing down towards the floor of the plane.
"What do you mean by before?"
"Before my accident. I was in the Army stationed in Afghanistan when I got injured. A couple of my close friends were killed during the attack. I barely made it out of the building before it collapsed. Unfortunately the blast left me blind" she told me.
Well I really didn't know what to say about that. I mean, she is a very beautiful woman and it would seem as if she had it all together. After hearing her tell me those words about being blind, I felt foolish about asking her about playing on-line games. I really was at a loss for words. But she could sense something in the tone of my voice.