Passion Beyond Youth

Hannah was laughing. Sarah was trying to stay focused on the appraisal meeting, but the man was so dry. Jason had disappeared along with her oldest son Jeff. The two girls had been left in the care of Jason's sister Tara. After the encounter in the stables, Tara had wormed her way into their affairs and fallen in love with Sarah's young girls. Nothing further had happened between her and Jason since that night. In fact, it was only after he had located a spot for the Dojo that he even contacted her. Fortunately, the location was perfect. He also gave her all of his contact information, both work and personal, but hadn't contacted her until yesterday to let her know about today's meeting.

Was he really that upset after a little fun being humiliated in the dunking booth? Either she had gone too far, or he was trying to make her think she had. Either way she wasn't going to let it get to her. He was more than just eye candy, but not much. Her decision to finally move on from Charles was not made because of Jason. It was made because it was what she had to do or she would soon suffocate and die.

"Mrs. Keller?"

"It's Miss or Ms. I am no longer married."

"My apologies. That should be everything for tonight. I will contact your assistant in the morning. I can see my way out."

Sarah started towards the day room, but Tara intercepted her with her finger to her lip. They peeked in. Jason was sitting and playing with her two year old daughter Hannah. Her six year old daughter, Serena, was passed out on a pillow.

"But I don't understand, he doesn't have a sword," Jason said, searching through the entire set of items in her fantasy castle setup.

"That's because only boys play with swords, silly."

"But I'm a Prince. I have this really fine horse here. What if someone comes along and tries to steal him?"

"They won't," said Hannah matter of factly. "We are going to the castle. We are going to get married."

"What? We hardly know each other!"

"You don't need to know each other to get married, silly."

Tara couldn't hold back. "Ya Hawk, didn't you know that?" He turned red as they all laughed. Sarah didn't know if she was more pleased with Jason for how well he got along with children, or Hannah, who at the young age of two had managed to completely get him under her spell.

Jason got up, gave Hannah a hug, and said, "next time we play Lord of the Rings." He bid everyone good night and then left for home.

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The work began on her Dojo immediately. Jason made sure she was provided with the finest builders and materials. She was really impressed when she walked in one morning and found all the symbols and logos were in place and were perfect. She even had a nameplate on her office door.

So why was he avoiding her? His sister was always looking for a chance to be with the kids, but Sarah still didn't feel like she knew her well enough to ask her. Sarah didn't want to admit to herself that she was upset by his avoidance. He was a fantastic looking young man, but she couldn't start entertaining more serious thoughts than a passionate fling, could she? He was too young for her to consider anything more serious. She also didn't want to jeopardize his budding political career. She wondered if his parents had put a damper on things. They were grooming him to be a state senator. They seemed like very nice people, but ambition was something that one best avoided stepping on.

"Sarah?"

She hadn't forgotten his voice. In a rage she turned.

The bullet caught her just under her left breast. She was blasted back towards the wall and he fired again. This one hit her arm and did nothing more than piss her off. In two moves she was on him.

He had made the mistake of standing too close to her when he initially fired. He always was an arrogant shit. The gun fell as his right arm snapped. She felt the bones break in half. "Sarah!" He screamed as she had him by the head and was about to do the same thing to his neck.

She couldn't do it. As much as the hate was pouring through her, he was no longer a threat. If she killed their father, she didn't know if the kids would forgive her. She smashed his face into a beam and he fell to the floor.

The last thing she remembered was the horror on Tara's face as she rushed in.

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The Whitefeather family sat around the private waiting room and took the lashing from Police Chief Andrews. "Your actions nearly cost this woman her life! Do you have no remorse at all? If she wasn't some super karate kid woman she would have been dead and you would have had no one to blame but yourselves!"

Jason stood up. "Don't put my family through anymore, Chief Andrews. This is all my fault. They actually helped save her. She would have bled to death if Tara hadn't been keeping an eye on her. And let us not forget you had a role in this as well."

The Chief was nearly apoplectic. His face was so red it nearly caught fire. "Me? How dare you imply I had anything to do with this!"

"You received the report that he had disappeared and might be in town last week."

"I would have had the chance to warn her if you had found her a place by the mall to build her karate studio. Who builds one in the upscale section of town? Doctors and lawyers don't stop by for karate lessons during their lunch!"

The door burst open and a very angry looking nurse stuck her head in. "That is enough!" she hissed. "This is a hospital, Chief, not the police station. One more wall shaking rant and you will all be out of here."

"I'm sorry Rita."

She closed the door and Jason's father stood. He was a very pleasant man, but when he was angry he could be very intimidating. He never raised his voice. He didn't need to. "Detective Andrews, the studio Ms. Keller's building is called a Dojo. She does not teach Karate, she teaches Jeet Kune Do. She already has over 50 people on her client list and the doors won't open for two months. Based on the condition you found Mr. Green in, you might want to sign up the entire force for her classes."

Chief Andrews started to open his mouth again, but decided to keep quiet. He didn't care for the Whitefeathers, but they were a powerful family in town. One snap of the father's finger and he would lose his position to some upstart that only last week had been in the file room. He nodded to the women and looked at Jason. "Why didn't you turn this in, Hawk?"

"He said he would kill her. I know. I'm sorry. I almost got her killed anyway. I did everything he asked. I stayed away, I didn't even talk to her on the phone."

"Was he jealous of you? You are half her age and as far as I know never asked her out on a date."

His family did nothing to raise suspicion, but Jason was tired of all the secrecy. The past month had been horrible to bear. He wanted to be with her so badly he could taste it. He was prepared to call her the very next day after the dunking booth humiliation, but Charles got through to his phone first.

"I invited her over for an evening at the ranch. I met her while out selling that damn soap for the uniforms." Both Tara and his other sister Wendy looked at him with their mouths hanging open. His father was stone faced as always, but had a slight glint of approval in his eye. His mother was beaming with pride.

"Are you serious? I thought you had foregone any relationships."

"Things change."

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Sarah didn't tire of all the therapy. The bullet had narrowly missed her heart and she needed to make sure her lung healed properly. She didn't tire of everyone telling her how lucky or how tough she was. She was both and was thankful for it. She didn't even tire of having to speak about Charles again. He was going to be locked away for good and was foolish enough to have not noticed he wasn't entirely bankrupt. She would get his little nest egg he had overlooked.

What she was tired of was Jason Whitefeather.

Once she found out he had hidden the fact that Charles was in town she was more than furious with him. She loathed him. She despised the very ground he walked on. She immediately had him replaced on any projects he was doing for her and the Dojo.

She was still undecided about Tara. She had been staying by her side as protection, and it paid off after she lay bleeding out on the floor. Tara also was the best thing for the little girls right now. They saw her as the hero that saved her mother, not someone who was in on this deceptive scheme with Jason.

The Hawk, as she had started calling him, was still determined. He called daily. She finally blocked his number. "The Hawk" sounded more childish, more ignorant. He had demonstrated proficiency in both. So that was now what she called him.

How could he not have told her? The big lunk didn't even tell the police! Was he so afraid of a pathetic weasel like Charles that he lost his senses completely? Cowards didn't interest her. Hawk had proven to be the biggest coward of all. She needed honesty now more than ever in her life. Hawk had failed to see that.

She was doing some NordicTrack when Mr. Whitefeather entered the room. Angry as she felt, the man commanded a respect his son had yet to earn. She stepped down off of the machine and wiped her brow with a towel.

"Thank you, Ms. Keller. You have no reason to speak to me, but I appreciate you not completely ignoring me."

"I'm not a monster, Mr. Whitefeather. I just can't forgive what your son did. He nearly got me killed."

"Please, call me Nathaniel."

"Isn't it a bit late for a first name basis? Don't tell me he put you up to this."

His glare chilled her to the bone.

"I'm sorry. That was uncalled for. I know you had nothing to do with what happened," she apologized.

He looked down at his arms. "I'm getting older, but not old. Jason and I aren't as close as people think. I suppose you heard the ridiculous rumors that I'm ready to retire and hand the business reins over to him?"

"I have."

"I don't plan to retire anytime soon. When I do, it will probably be Wendy who takes over the business. She is the brains in the family. Tara is the master of the stables."

She didn't care, but she asked. "And Hawk?"

"He keeps me from having to talk to ridiculous clients from across the pond."

She should have laughed, but could only muster a smile. "Mr. Whitefeather - Nathaniel. I know you would like for me to forgive your son, but it is complicated. The man he allowed to nearly kill me had nearly suffocated me to death with his lies. I was lied to by the man so often I just can't take another dishonest act, even if it is your son. He is a good son and will make you proud someday, but I can't allow him back into my life."

"He can't be that good if he stopped to spy on you while sunbathing."

She was astonished. How did he know about that? Did Jason just up and tell him, or was Mr. Peters a friend of the family? Neither seemed likely.

"The booth echoes when it has water in it," he said. "I would say half of the people in the fair knew why he was in that dunking booth by the time you were done with him."

With that they both laughed.

"Ms. Kellar I did not come here to try and get you to forgive my son. I came to ask that you forgive me. My son and my daughter put you at risk thinking they were better than the police at protecting you. Tara is young and can be forgiven. I would say Jason should have known better, but I'm not sure he does. A boy that doesn't know right from wrong is a reflection on his father. I am ashamed of my poor parenting."

"Mr. Whitefeather, Jason is nearly 30 years old. You are no longer responsible for his actions."

"I am if I encouraged them." He had a tear in his eye. Now she was getting very curious. "Forgive me," he said, "but he is my only son. He isn't particularly bright, he doesn't have much common sense, and he isn't even that good with the horses! He just has a good heart and his Mother's smile. That's why I encouraged him to go into politics."

"Mr. Whitefeather, it takes more than a smile and money to succeed in politics." He looked at her. They paused and then they both laughed again.

"Don't ask me to forgive you Mr Whitefeather," she said. "It is not necessary. You have made me laugh and that is something I have needed for a long time. I may not forgive your son, but you have done a great job as a parent."

"You said you may not forgive him. When I came in you said you cannot. It's a start." He had a wry grin.

"What!" She feigned anger. "Even you have stooped so low as to deceive me! Tell me one thing, Mr. Whitefeather. Why have you gone to all this trouble just to try and get him back together with me, a wrinkly old woman who has three kids and is nearly twice his age?"

He was now smiling. Had she ever seen him completely smile? He was even showing his teeth.

"The horses made me. It seems they are under the impression there was more to the show."

Sarah turned beet red.

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Francesca adjusted her blouse as he looked away to grab another beer. This was an opportunity she never thought might occur. She wasn't going to blow it. Her cleavage came into better view. He turned back around and noticed.

"Francesca."

"Not another word. If you speak you will wake my daughter. Besides, I know exactly what you need."

She pushed him back on the bed and started to undo her blouse. Underneath she wore no bra. Her breasts were not gigantic, but large enough to get the response she was looking for in his crotch. She pulled her blouse up over her head and reached down for his belt. He was mumbling, but it was clear he wanted what she was offering. He lifted up to let her slide his pants off and then got started on removing his shorts.

She finished pulling his shorts down and then marveled at her prize. She had only heard rumours. They had ALL only heard rumours. What lay before her was the most magnificent erection she had ever seen.

She lightly stroked the tip, watching it arch up for more. Taking hold of his balls, she positioned him to where she could run her tongue up and down both sides. Her first touch with her tongue elicited some precum from the tip. That was fast. Had they taken too much Red Ginseng? She hoped not. She wanted to enjoy this as well.

She licked up and down along his frenulum, eliciting moans of pleasure and more precum. Moving over the tip she gently nibbled and took him into her mouth. Francesca was never going to be a supermodel, but her breasts and her tongue had won the day again. She dove deeper and deeper around his cock. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh Francesca."

"Cum for me. Cum in my mouth, Hawk. Let me swallow every drop."

He arched up in a fit of pleasure. The load of cum was thicker than she anticipated, she nearly gagged. He arched up again and the second shot was nearly as thick as the first. She managed to get one more down before it started backing up in her throat and she had to let it pour out the sides of her mouth and onto his belly.

She had always dismissed the rumours that he might be a virgin as untrue. After the load he just unleashed, she began to think there might be some truth to it after all. Jason Whitefeather, a virgin. Who would have thought? She looked up at him and smiled. He was sound asleep.

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"I don't want to hear it, Betty. He is not a part of my life anymore."

"But it is true. She took pictures and everything. She claims he was a virgin."

"I find that hard to believe."

"So did I. Even more unlikely is that a horse-face like Francesca could take it from him. She only has pictures of her giving him a blowjob, but she claims it went on from there."

"Of course she does. Did she somehow find a maidenhead to break as well?"

"Oh stop being so cynical, the point was he barely has been given the boot by you and ends up in the bed of another."

"STOP! JUST STOP! One more word and I will kick both of your asses. That includes you Sarah! Even if it may kill me."

The interruption came from Tara. She was enraged and had emerged from nowhere. Her face was terrifying. Sarah immediately started to take the offensive, but was cut off before she could speak.

"Yes, he made a mistake. He made one that could have gotten you killed. And you have done nothing but treat him like shit and kick him in the teeth ever since. He worships you! He did this because he worships you!"

"Tara, he still -"

"Don't you dare interrupt!"

Tara had a lot of her father in her. It was frightening enough to keep Sarah and Betty from speaking another word.

"You drove him to this! I saw the pics. Of course that bitch shoved them in my face. The room is filled with beer. He doesn't drink! Is that what you want? To make him suffer so badly that he becomes an alcoholic?" She gave Sarah a bone chilling stare.

"He tried to sell you some soap. He found you attractive and stopped to check you out beforehand. He didn't alter his path. I know because I made out the paths. You humiliated him for a bit of voyeurism. That is fine. It was fun.

He fell for you. Bad. Then your ex called and he has gone from lovestruck to heartbroken. This weenie ex of yours nearly destroyed your life. Are you going to let him destroy Hawk's? I'll be damned if I let that happen to my brother. You and I need to talk. Right now. Betty. You may leave."

Betty was not used to being dismissed like she was some servant. She didn't say a word, however. She wanted nothing to do with the Navajo warrior that just entered the office with a war cry and a terrifying look on her face. She exited quickly.

Sarah wasn't sure whether she wanted to to hear what was coming either.