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The cloying scent of jasmine was in his car again. It wasn't actual jasmine; it was a chemically created jasmine scent.
Justine Hennessey wore vanilla scented lotion. A former boyfriend, Chad LaPointe had bought her a large bottle of the lotion as a joke, claiming that vanilla ice cream was almost as white as her.
"Ha ha," she had groused but gave the lotion a sniff. "Ooh! I like, here, smell this."
Chad had also bought her a bottle of Liquid Paper, telling her she could use it as cosmetics. That had been mildly cute but mostly annoying. Justine recognized that the jokes, the jibes, the denigrating remarks were thinly disguised aggressions and called an end to their nine month long relationship.
"What? God damn! What the fuck? Jesus; can't take a fucking joke?" Chad had snarled angrily.
"I can take a joke just as well as the next girl. But when it's joke after joke after joke at my expense? Then it's not a joke, it's an aggression," Justine had said. "It's emotional abuse. And I'm not willing to put up with it. Chad? You're not that cute."
"Look in a mirror, toothpick?" Chad had spat. "You ain't that cute either. See you around, no-tits."
At five feet two inches, Justine was slim with very pale features. Her hair was whitish blonde, her eyes were a pale blue, her nose was slim and her pale pink lips were a bowtie.
Justine's chest was a 26A, her waist was twenty three inches around; Chad had loved showing that he could put his hands completely around her slim waist. Her hips and buttocks were mere swells, just twenty five inches around.
"Have to run around in the shower to get wet," her dad would tease her.
"Hush! Women everywhere starve themselves to death to look as good as her," her mom would say.
The 'no-tits' comment did sting a little; Justine kept hoping she'd hit that growth spurt that would give her a chest to rival their mother's chest, equal her sister Juliette's 34D. The only reason Justine even bothered to wear a bra was because of her hypersensitive pale pink nipples. Just the slightest friction would cause her areolae to constrict and her nipples to protrude a very noticeable seven sixteenths of an inch.
The 'no-tits' remark did hurt. But, even though the lotion had come from Chad, Justine continued to use vanilla scented lotion and even found vanilla scented soaps from A & A Soaps.
The Brick's Pizzeria on Barcelona had a video arcade attached; Justine did not feel like cooking and did feel like blowing off a little steam. Richard agreed to go for a large Meatstravaganza, a couple of beers, and to totally and thoroughly dominate and humiliate her on a few of the video games. And, upon opening the passenger door of his sedan, Justine smelled the cloying scent of jasmine.
"Richard, why's your car smell like Jasmine?" Justine asked, seeing the 'pine tree' air freshener dangling from the rear view mirror.
"Shit, how you can smell anything over that vanilla stuff you wear?" Richard said, starting the car.
"No, I'm serious; I smelled it right when I opened the door; wait. Wait until the garage door goes all the way down," Justine said, twisting and looking over her shoulder as the garage door slowly made its way down.
From driveway to parking lot, Richard talked about the crushing defeat he would deliver on the video games. Justine was grateful for the distraction; March and April were always grueling for any accountant. In truth, the momentum began in December; those end-of-the-year rushes. The holidays provided scant respite, then the January push to send out all notices and statements, February was dedicated to correcting any errors in their January efforts, then, when the customer base was satisfied, for the most part, the internal melee began. Even though this was Justine's third year at Boyd Investment Group, it was still a bit overwhelming.
"Supposed to let your wife win," Justine grumbled as they stepped out into the cool night air.
"God, don't think I was trying?" Richard lied. "Had my eyes closed the whole time."
"You lie! OH how you lie," Justine squealed.
She struggled, a little when Richard enveloped her in a big hug. She laughed when he kissed her, then squealed when he licked her nose.
"Ew! You know I hate that!" she screamed, wiping his spittle from her nose.
Inside of their home, he again made her squeal when he 'tackled' her then picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Falling across their bed, Justine and Richard frantically undressed each other then began kissing one another's flesh.
Frederick and Giselle Tennirjen volunteered at the Food Bank every weekend that they could. On the holidays most people dedicated to stuffing themselves then flopping into the nearest recliner, Frederick and Giselle were at the local homeless shelter, preparing and serving meals. "
Frederick had a backpack stuffed with Matchbox ™ cars. Giselle had a backpack with coloring books and eight pack Crayola ™ crayon boxes. As the parents and children sat to eat, Giselle walked around and gave each child their own coloring book and pack of crayons. Frederick gave each child a Matchbox car.
"Kids need something to fuel their imagination," Giselle said.
"Kids need something they can call their own," Frederick agreed.
Justine Tennirjen met Richard Hennessey when she joined her mother, father, older sister and future brother in law in the kitchen of the homeless shelter. Her own backpack held small bags of marbles for the boys and small bags of jacks for the girls. Juliette's backpack held small bags for the children to put their largesse into. And each bag held a small bottle of bubbles.
"Buddy of mine had a bachelor party," Richard admitted as he diced onions. "Blew right through a stop sign and then failed the field sobriety test."
"Hmm," Justine said.
"Believe me, learned my lesson," Richard said, spooning some gravy onto the mashed potatoes on the tray that Justine handed him.
Richard was pulled into the kitchen again while the Tennirjen family circulated among the families. Someone put a scouring pad into his hand and pointed at the pot that had held the mashed potatoes.
"I can have me a coloring book?" an old man asked, hope in his eyes.
"You want a coloring book?" Giselle asked the obviously mentally challenged man.
"Yes ma'am. I color real good; I stays in the lines and everything," the man agreed.
"Would you like some marbles?" Justine asked, blinking back her tears.
"Here, Buddy," Frederick said, handing the man a small car. "Now, you don't drive that too fast, you hear?"
"God bless you," the old man sobbed, overwhelmed with his good fortune.
"He already has," Frederick told the man as he put his arm around Giselle.
"I, I don't believe I've ever seen anything like that," Richard said, wiping at his eyes when the Tennirjen family returned to the kitchen to assist with the clean-up.
"Well, see? There's a reason you got that DUI," Justine said.
"Why I stay in here, Dr. James Thibodaux admitted as Juliette playfully swatted him on his backside. "Seeing some of those people, their suffering? No, no, think I'd rather scrub out a couple of pots, thank you very much."
Their first date was a cycling date; Richard still had some fines to pay before he could have his driver's license reinstated. Their second date was a picnic at Mouton Park, complete with swinging on the swings. They both admitted they were too big for the slides and the merry go round held no appeal for Justine.
Their third date was in Richard's apartment where Richard attempted to impress Justine with his culinary skills. Smiling softly, Justine took the spatula out of his hand and completed the simple meal.
That date ended in his bedroom. Chad had thought he was a skilled pussy eater. Richard was a skilled pussy eater. And knew how to use his fingers as well as his tongue. His cock was average size but he also knew how to use that as well. Justine did not argue when Richard insisted on using condoms.
"Wait, you, are you some kind of genius or something?" Richard asked a few months later when Justine invited him to her graduation from the University of Louisiana at DeGarde with a double major, accounting and finances.
"Or something," Justine shrugged. "Richard, I just studied a lot."
"Yeah, but a double major? And you're what? Only twenty years old?" Richard asked.
"So? I started college at seventeen," Justine said.
Since Justine had been given a full scholarship to the University, the college fund her parents and grandparents had set up for her were hers to do with as she pleased. Tammy Hale was an attractive, vivacious red head real estate agent that showed them around DeGarde, Kimble, Bender and Pinoak. 1224 Caledonia had everything Justine wanted, including an in-ground swimming pool.
Wow. I should, I need to ask you to marry me," Richard said when he walked around, admiring Justine's new home.
"Where's the ring? Oh, and you need to ask my father for his permission," Justine said. "And look! Gas! Sorry, Richard, I know you like your apartment, but I hate that stove. Gas is, I don't know, it's just the right way to cook."
Richard did ask Frederick for his permission. Frederick asked Richard to wait for one year before the wedding and Richard grudgingly agreed.
"No, no living together before the wedding; I know she's a grown woman, but I simply cannot and will not condone that," Frederick said firmly to Richard. "And, yes sir, there will be a pre-nuptial agreement."
"What's he going do if we do live together?" Richard asked Justine, hoping to get out of another year of paying rent for a cramped one bedroom apartment.
"They won't pay for the wedding, they won't come to the wedding, and he won't give me away at the wedding," Justine said simply. "SO, there will be no wedding."
"And this pre-nup; Jesus! You understand any of this?" Richard asked, thumping the thick sheaf of papers on the kitchen table.
"Yes. What do you want to know?" Justine asked, picking up the twenty three page document.
"So, how's your job going?" Richard asked, seeing he would win no points with Justine Tennirjen by arguing against her father's stipulations.
"Oh my God, Martin Boyd is a genius!" Justine gushed and launched into a discussion about his business acumen.
The wedding was a beautiful wedding. The honeymoon in Hawaii was idyllic. Richard made Justine laugh out loud when he bought horribly gaudy Hawaiian shirts for Frederick, Giselle, James and Juliette as souvenirs of their trip to Hawaii.
"Know what you need?" Richard asked on Saturday, April 16th.
