Reflections Ch 05

We're nearing the end of the story. Thank you to those who are still with me. A special 'Thank you' to Estragon for his editing and making this story a much better read.

Chapter 5

Our time every week was living out a fairy tale. It was like the prince finding Cinderella, or finding Snow White and living happily ever after. I was never a dreamer; I worked hard and expected results. Vicky showed me how to stop and smell the roses.

Our time together was full of discovery. I didn't know how life would be without her in it. Now it was time for my family and friends to finally meet her. Max and Deanne were the only ones that had met her. Even they were surprised that she and I were together.

The show started and all the models were introduced. When they saw Vicky I know they were all surprised. They all admitted how beautiful she was but also that she seemed so young. She even looked younger than her twenty-six years. When she came out at the end in the bridal gown I knew I had tears in my eyes.

After the show they didn't have an after party like they did in Paris. My family and friends went to my Mom and Dad's and I told them I would be there shortly with Vicky.

Vicky asked me what my family and friends had to say. I told her she would be meeting them all shortly. They all felt she was beautiful. Before we left the building I asked Vicky to marry me again and if she chose, to be the mother of our children.

She had tears in her eyes and told me that she would answer that after meeting my friends and family. She did tell me that she had a big surprise for me that would be life changing. Needless to say I thought she was going to say yes to my proposal.

God, I loved her so much. I really didn't much care what my family thought. I only knew I couldn't live without Vicky.

When we got to my parents' house I have to say that Vicky was surprised at the size of their house. I told her I lived in a penthouse in one of the skyscrapers in town. She would be spending the night with me in my apartment.

I first took her over to meet Mom and Dad and then to my kids, Mike and Lisa. Everyone was nice and gracious to her and said how beautiful she was. Throughout the next couple of hours everyone talked to her. Needless to say they would all tell me how nice she was and how young she looked.

I would have to say she stayed strong and answered most questions that she was asked. My daughter pulled me aside at one point and said, "Dad, she's nice and she is absolutely beautiful, but when you said you met someone I expected that she would be much older. Vicky is only a little older than me. All I ask is for you to make sure she's the one. I don't want to see you hurt again."

"Lisa, my baby girl. I'm a grown man and I've lived my life rather wisely if I might say so. I love Vicky and am willing to go to the next level with her. I have asked her to marry me again. I've asked her before but she hasn't given me an answer."

Needless to say, all the males in my family and my friends had to admit she was beautiful. Their wives and some women that I have previously dated over the years had to admit to her beauty but some even asked if it was my wealth she was interested in. My financial situations always seemed to bother everyone.

Mom loved her from the start. She had no qualms about finances or age. I knew that Vicky and Mom would get along great. Dad liked her also, but Dad has always been a man of finance. He did repeat pre-nuptial agreement to me. He told me I was thinking out of my heart and he was thinking out of the family's pocketbook.

Vicky asked for everyone's attention. She got it in a matter of seconds. "I want to thank Mr. and Mrs. Brown for having this get together so I may meet Buddy's friends and family. You have all made me feel very welcome and I want to thank you for that.

"I mentioned to Buddy this evening that I had something life changing to tell him. I think now would be as good a time as any to tell him. Buddy, I told the modeling agency I work for that this would be my last tour. I will be doing Columbus, Ohio in a couple of days and then retiring from the modeling tour."

"Does that mean you have accepted my proposal of marriage? Will you move to the United States and become my wife?" I asked with tears in my eyes.

Everyone was in complete silence waiting for Vicky's answer. "No, Buddy, I will not marry you; at least for now."

Almost everyone began talking at once. I was torn apart. She was quitting her job but she wasn't going to marry me? I didn't understand.

"Please let me explain," said Vicky. "Buddy, I love you more than anything. I can't picture going through life without you. If you'll agree with me I'll move to the United States and live with you. I'll be your mistress, your girlfriend, your best friend. I'll be monogamous and even have your babies. I love you so much." She was crying.

"I don't understand! Why can't you marry me?" I replied.

"Buddy, you have the nicest family and friends but even some of them think our age difference is a factor." I saw her look over at Lisa. "Others feel that I would marry you for your financial situation which is not true, but they will notice that over time.

"Some have said a pre nuptial agreement would solve that problem." I saw her glance at Dad. "Not for me, Buddy. You see I wouldn't start my marriage with 'What if we don't make it?' I'm willing to bet my whole life that we are meant to be together. We can talk more about our situation in private."

My mother walked up to her and hugged her. I knew Mom had no doubt that we belonged together. The party began to break up and after Vicky said goodbye to my family and friends we headed to my apartment.

It was huge and Vicky loved it. I asked her if she was ready to talk to me about our future. I would have a hard time concentrating on making love with my mind filled with questions.

"Buddy, I know your family and friends mean well but don't see me the way you do. I know our age difference makes them wonder as well as your financial situation."

"I don't care what they think!" I said.

"I care, Buddy. If we live together and I'm your girlfriend or mistress they might understand that I love you for who you are, not your possessions. At worst your friends will think you have it made. What do they call it? 'Have your cake and eat it too?' Your family will come to learn that our love is real. I'm sure of it.

"I don't need a marriage certificate to show how much I love you. I promise I will never leave you but if you should want to leave me then everything will be in your name. I hope you understand what I'm saying. I'll always be here for you as long as you want me," said Vicky.

"I want people to know that you belong to me. I want them to know that we are a couple," I tried to explain to Vicky.

"Then tomorrow buy me a ring. I don't want one of those big gaudy ones but a pretty band to show we are soul mates. I want you to have one identical," replied Vicky.

"Vicky, I have to ask you this even though it scares me to death. Are you sure you want to completely change your life? Quit your modeling job and move to the United States to be with me?"

Without hesitation she answered, "Yes, as long as you truly love me. I've been waiting for you for my entire life. Buddy, I truly believe that we were meant to be." We kissed and then made love.

****

The next afternoon she would be leaving for Columbus. They only got the one day off since the cities were close and it was the last stop on the tour. After getting up early we quickly got dressed and headed to the mall to pick up a ring.

She could have her choice; I didn't care about the money. She found a nice diamond band that looked more like a wedding ring than an engagement or friendship ring. We found a matching one for me. When it was time to pay for them I took out my credit card and she took out hers.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm paying for your ring. It's my gift of love to you as yours is for me. It wouldn't be right for you to pay for it." I went along because I knew it meant a lot to her. The only problem was mine cost double what hers did.

After exchanging rings I took her back to her hotel and told her I would see her in Columbus. She did tell me that they would be going back to France the first thing in the morning after the performance. She said she wanted to spend the final night with me but had to be back by six in the morning to catch the flight home.

After dropping her off I had to go to work. Everyone that had met her said what a gorgeous woman she was and I was one lucky guy. I mentioned to Ruth that I was going to the final performance in Columbus and would be late coming in the next day.

Since Ruth and I were always honest with each other I asked her what she thought of Vicky.

"Needless to say she's gorgeous, has a cute accent and a good personality."

"Ruth, do you think we'll make it as a couple? Be honest, I want to know your feelings. You have a tendency of being right."

"I know you love her. I've never seen you act the same with any other woman. I know she's a lot younger and people think she may want you for financial stability but I don't think so. When she looks at you there's love in her eyes. I don't think age bothers her at all. I think she sees you for the great guy you are," said Ruth as she walked out of the office.

The day of Vicky's last performance I left for Columbus. I had seen the show a number of times but mainly wanted to get there when it was over to be with her. When I arrived the show was nearing the end. I knew that Vicky would be wearing the bridal gown.

I went back to the stage door and saw Vicky's friend Lindsey. "What are you doing back here? They don't allow spectators back here?"

"I just wanted to see Vicky for a second," I replied.

"Oh God, don't tell them I let you in," as she let me back stage.

It looked like everyone was like chickens running around with their heads cut off. I spotted Vicky and couldn't believe what I saw. She was damn near nude. She just took off her outfit right in front of everyone. All she had on were very tiny panties.

She looked over at me and said, "Buddy, Honey, what on earth are you doing back here? No one is allowed back here."

As she talked she was putting on the bridal gown. "Don't they have dressing rooms? You were naked in front of everyone and not just women." I asked.

"Buddy, this is the way it is. Believe me nobody is back here to check me out except for you of course," she smiled. "This is our work and we only have two to three minutes to get changed. Believe me, this is neither sexy nor erotic for us models. By the way, stop looking at the other models."

I did notice they were all in modes of change. A man came over and helped Vicky with her dress. I didn't like another mans hands on Vicky and gave her a not so nice glare.

"Buddy, he's the designer of this dress and besides, he's not into women. Now get your butt back out there and I'll see you after the show. By the way Buddy, I love you," said Vicky. Her friends were all smiling.

After the show they did meet customers in the lounge. It was announced that Victoria was leaving the troupe and this was her last performance. I had to stand back as everyone wanted to say their goodbyes to her. They had their flight back in the morning but many of the people she might never see again.

There were also buyers that she had met over the years saying goodbye to her. I talked with a couple of her friends that I had met and they told me they have never seen Victoria so happy. I was the only man that they could ever remember her talking about.

I stood back and watched as one person after another hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. One man looked like he was going to try for more attempting to move his hand to her ass. She waved me over and introduced me as her fiancé and the man quickly backed off.

"Did you change your mind about marrying me?" I asked her.

"No, but you are my lover and my soul mate; when you came over I hoped it would scare him off." I kissed her passionately and her friends around us applauded as they laughed. I wanted everyone to know she was my woman.

On the way to my motel room we talked a little more about nudity. I told her it somewhat shocked me to see her nude in front of other men. She told me that's just the way it was done and as she explained to me that it was neither erotic nor sexy for her. It's just nudity was not a big deal where she came from.

I told her I guess I was jealous of anyone seeing her without clothing but me. Thank God I didn't know it before because it would have really bothered me, but now she was retiring and I wouldn't have to worry.

I remember her saying, "Buddy, you never have to worry about me and other men. I've got my man now and will do whatever it takes to keep him."

Vicky sat back in the seat as I drove to the motel. She told me she was very tired from all the running and work the past couple of weeks. I guess I didn't realize that her days for resting was spent with me, but she never said anything.

She fell asleep as I pulled up to the motel. She woke up and we went inside. As she was undressing she asked me to call the desk and ask for a five o'clock wake up call. She had to be back to her hotel to get ready to go home by six. I made the call and after hanging up I took off my clothes.

My beautiful Vicky was lying on her back nude. She looked beautiful but tired. I grabbed her lotion and began massaging her feet and legs. She told me before how much they hurt after doing a show. I took her foot and gently rubbed the balls and behind her toes.

After doing her feet I began rubbing lotion on her calves. I looked up and noticed that she had fallen back to sleep. This would be our last time together for at least two weeks. As much as I wanted her, I couldn't wake her up. I turned off the light, lay down next to her, and covered us with a sheet. It was already after midnight and she would be lucky to get five hours sleep.

When the wake up call came in we both woke up. "Oh my God! Buddy, I fell asleep, I'm so sorry."

"Honey, it's ok. You were tired and needed the sleep a lot more than you needed me on top of you. When you come back to me we will have plenty of time to make love and be together. You'll probably get sick of me."

"Buddy, I could never, ever get sick of you. You're the sweetest, kindest man I've ever known and I'm totally into you."

We got up and showered and dressed quickly. I let Vicky off at her hotel and kissed her and said goodbye. I had the horrible thoughts of never seeing her again.

"Au revoir, never goodbye," Vicky said to me. It was always, 'Till we met again'. I didn't want her to see me cry as I got back in my car and headed back to Cincinnati.

****

It was two days later that I got a call from Vicky. She told me she made it home safely and already missed me. I told her I felt the same. She said it would take about two weeks for her to pack her things and have them shipped to my place. She needed my full address for shipping purposes.

I told her she could leave a lot of things and I would buy her new things. That's when she told me most of her dressier clothing were Paris originals and were rather valuable. After some shows the designers would give the models some of the clothes they wore. Over the years she acquired quite a collection.

She was giving a lot of things to her friends. I knew it was hard on her and asked her if she wanted me to come be with her.

"No, I'd never get packed if you were here," she laughed. God, how I loved to hear her laugh.

We talked for a while longer and she mentioned she had to go see Ron and Barb about transferring her funds to our branch. I explained to her that she should let them know she was leaving but leave her funds there. With computers it would be no problem making transfers or getting any funds if she needed.

She said she would call me in about a week and let me know when she would be flying in. She mentioned she was crazy nervous and also scared. I did my best to comfort her but she was the one making all the changes in her life. I was just having the girl I loved move in with me.

I was glad I was busy for the next week. Dad had semi retired and I was the President now. Lots of legal papers to sign and comforting customers. Since I was Dad's son the changes went rather swiftly.

I remember the day when I met Vicky at the airport. She looked so beautiful. I hugged and kissed her. I think we both had tears in ours eyes. We both held out our hands and had on our matching rings. We got her luggage and headed back to our apartment.

We were in the bed in minutes. I wasn't going to wait to be with her. She was busy laughing and asked if she would always be greeted this way when she walked in the apartment.

We made love. I kissed and licked every inch of her body. I tongued her pussy till she came, before sticking my cock in her. It wasn't often that I had sex in the afternoon.

Afterwards we lay there for a while talking about her trip and her plans. She mentioned that her stuff would arrive in a couple of days and would keep her busy. She had gotten the name of a couple of ad agencies that would be interested in her modeling, and would see them when she got settled in.

The first thing that came into my mind was Marlene's boyfriend doing ads. I mentioned to Vicky that I didn't want her doing nude photos. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

"These are for hair products, lotions and skin creams. I told you my body is for your eyes only. At least the private parts," she laughed.

I knew then that she made the big changes by moving here, but my life was about to have some major changes also.

****

There were a lot of changes in my life as well as Vicky's. For the most part it was smooth traveling but we did have some bumps in the road. I'll try to cover a few of them.

Vicky's crates of clothes arrived. I couldn't believe it when I arrived home and had three crates of clothes in the living room. I mean some big boxed crates! "Where are we going to put all this stuff?" I asked Vicky.

"Well, if you don't mind I thought I could move your clothes to the spare bedroom closet and use the master walk-in closet for my stuff. I do have quite a lot of stuff don't I?" She was a little embarrassed.

"Honey, all I want is you here with me. Do what you want with the clothes. It sure isn't worth fighting over." She came and kissed me and told me how much she loved me. She spent the next couple of weeks organizing both closets.

One day she called me at work and told me to stop by Mom's to pick her up. She had taken a taxi over to visit my mom. When I got there they had dinner ready. Mom said that Vicky had called her and asked if she would show her how to cook my favorite meals. Mom said she really learns fast and made the lasagna we were having.

Over time I could tell Dad was also quite impressed with Vicky. I could see it by the way he treated her and his actions toward her. He treated her like a daughter. Over the next couple of months Vicky would go to Mom's once a week and learn to cook. She also made some French dishes that she knew. She was becoming quite the cook.

About four months had past and life was going pretty good. Vicky and I had sex fairly often. Sometimes we would just cuddle. I felt so comfortable and happy having her near me.

Mom called one day and let me know Vicky was at their house and to pick her up there. She had asked to use their vehicle so she could go over to the college nearest us. It surprised me that Vicky would be going there.

When I arrived at the house Vicky told me she was going to go to college and she wanted to buy a vehicle instead of using a cab every day. It was déjà vu all over again. I remember Marlene going back to college and the trouble it caused. It's funny how memories seem to come back.