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This story is for adults only and contains content that is sexual in nature.
This is part 04 in the "Silver" series. I urge you to please peruse the pages of, "Silver Pt. 03." This story is fiction, but, it does contain versions of sexual experiences that I have shared with lovers throughout my life.
I welcome all of you to vote, comment, and leave suggestions with your thoughts on this story! Thanks to all of you for your votes, kind words, and yes, criticisms on the three previous parts!
*** A very special thank you must go out to "WickedInside" for her editing skills and suggestions that made this story so much better! ***
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Typical with most mornings, I felt a cold, wet, nose digging under my outstretched arm. "Misty, go lay down, girl," I groaned. Once again, Misty was having no such thing and repeated her action, this time with a shake of her collar. "OK, girl, I'm coming," I groaned again as I attempted to get out of bed.
"Michael, let me get her," Marlene said in a groggy voice.
"No, I'm alright, Sweetheart. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"OK, but hurry, I want to snuggle."
I slid out of bed and let Misty outside. I did the usual morning routine of giving her fresh water and a bowl of food before letting her back in. "Breakfast is served my dear," I said, as I gave her a scratch behind her soft ears.
I thought that while I was up, I would try to find the song that Marlene had mentioned last night. I opened my tablet and typed the name of the song into the search field. The tablet read the selections to me and it wasn't long before my finger was double tapping on the play button.
An acoustic guitar played as the raspy voice of Stevie Nicks began to sing-
"Every night that goes between
I feel a little less
As you slowly go away from me
This is only another test
Every night you do not come
Your softness fades away
Did I ever really care that much?
Is there anything left to say?
Every hour of fear I spend
My body tries to cry
Living through each empty night
A deadly calm inside."
The song continued as I sat there and thought about how Marlene must have felt as the loneliness race through her body, when she watched Misty and me disappear around the corner on that cold, January morning when she first saw me. My heart dropped to my stomach as I could almost feel her emotions spilling out through the words of this song.
The song was close to ending-
"So I try to say goodbye, my friend
I'd like to leave you with something warm
But never have I been a blue calm sea
I have always been a storm
Always been a storm
Ooh, always been a storm."
***Storms, Artist: Fleetwood Mac, Album: Tusk (c) - WarnerBros. Records Inc
I closed the tablet after the song reached it's completion and sat there with sorrow in my heart. "My poor Marlene, what has she been through?" I thought.
I sat at the kitchen table and thought about the song that I had just heard. For some reason, my thoughts returned to the brief conversation that I had had with Marlene at dinner the previous night, regarding my father and his alcoholism. He had put my mom, younger sisters and me through pure hell. I placed my elbows on the table and folded my hands above the tablet. I rested my forehead onto my hands and my thoughts drifted back to my childhood. The memories were as clear as the day was new. The pictures and sounds from the past raced through my head and my body began nervously shaking as I relived the creulity that we had suffered.
"Michael? are you alright, Sweetheart?" Marlene asked, as she placed her hand on my back.
I hadn't heard her enter the kitchen and Misty didn't move as she sat next to me with her head on my lap. "I just listened to the song that you told me about," I said in a sorrowful voice.
"Oh, it's just a song," she softly said, as she rubbed my back and kissed the top of my head.
"I'm sorry that you felt that way, Marlene," I replied.
"Michael,the way that I felt, that feeling, that very first feeling was because of you. If you hadn't appeared, I would have never been where I am today, and that is with you."
"Sweetheart, can you sit down?" I asked.
Marlene pulled out a chair from the table and sat close to me. "Marlene, I told you about my dad last night, and how he was an alcoholic."
"Yes," she softly said.
"He also abused my mom," I said next, in a empty voice.
The words echoed through my mind as if I had just yelled them from the top of a mountain, only this time, they were reverberating off of the kitchen walls and back into my head.
"He abused my mom and I was the one who she constantly called out to help her," I said with little emotion. "I was only a child and on countless nights, I was the one who ran down the hallway to pull my father off of her."
"Michael..." Marlene said, "Please, you don't have to say anymore."
"It seemed to happen every night, even though it didn't. I don't know how my younger sisters and I made it through school, since we spent most of our childhood awake at night, shaking, and crying."
I continued to tell her about the hellish life which we lived, and how we didn't know what the days or nights were going to bring. I continued to tell her how we never wanted our friends to come to our house because of the secrets we hid.
"Marlene, my father was a great guy when he wasn't drinking, but nothing but a lousy, mean fucking bastard when he was," I said, for some reason defending his actions to this day. "You know, when I lost my sight, he was constantly there for me. He came to my house every day to check in on me and help me fix things around here."
"Is your dad still alive, Michael?" she asked, as her hand continued to rub my back.
"No, he passed away fourteen years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry," she softly said.
"Don't be, Sweetheart, it was a blessing in disguise," I said with an ironic laugh. "Here is the thing that I just can't get past," I said, "I loved my dad very much, but I felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders the morning that I got the phone call telling me that he had died. I still live with that guilt., even though I finally could live with the comfort of knowing that he would never hurt anyone else again."
Marlene lifted my head from my hands, took them into hers, and turned me to face her. She rubbed them softly before raising them up behind her neck. I ran my fingers up the back of her head into the base of her soft brown hair. She leaned in and kissed me tenderly and let out a sigh as my fingers continued up the back of her head.
"Michael," she said softly, "I'm sorry about all of the terrible things that you went through in your life."
I looked into Marlene's eyes and could visualize the sadness that they showed. "Sweetheart, I'll never know all of the things that you suffered, and if I could, I would take it all away and hold it myself," I replied. Our foreheads were resting against each other as we spoke. "Marlene, I understand though."
"Michael, you just don't realize how special you are to me do you?" she trembled.
"Do you realize how much it means to feel special?" I responded, as I took her beautiful face into my rough hands. "I haven't felt special in a very long time, Sweetheart."
We sat quietly together for awhile before Marlene gave me a kiss on the nose and said, "How about if we go back to bed and snuggle for awhile, Handsome."