Originally posted to ASSM April 28, 2003

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Renewal (M/F)

I sat on the bench watching the girl at the rail,
waiting for her to leave so I could finish what started
here five years ago. I had met my sweet Angel at this
very spot five years ago today, it was where I proposed
and where we took our vows to be man and wife till
death do us part. It was here that I came and cried the
day Angelina and our unborn child was taken from me by
a drunk driver. My lonely empty house was locked up and
my affairs were in order. Before coming here I had
mailed my mother a letter asking her forgiveness for
what I was doing. 

I was patient, yet the girl just stood there, the cold
wind from the ocean had to be chilling in her tank top
and shorts. The sun would be going down soon, at least
a few people would show up to watch the sun set. I knew
if she didn't leave soon I would be stopped before I
could make it over the tall rail fence. Finally the
girl moved, it was a move I expected myself to be
making and yet I found myself striding forward as she
climbed the rail fence. 

"Don't do it!" I called out as I reached for her slim
waist.

"Please let me go. I just want to die," the girl cried,
struggling against me, trying to climb the fence. 

"You're so young, you have your whole life ahead of
you," I whispered in her ear.

"No. It's over." The girl sobbed, "Paul is dead and I
want to die too."

"It'll get better, the pain will ease," I lied, the
pain was eating me from the inside out, yet I couldn't
let this girl do what I had come to do.

I felt the warmth of her body against my chest, she
shivered and relaxed her grip.

"Promise?" she asked in a child like voice.

"I promise," I lied again. "Please come away from the
edge. We can get a cup of coffee and we can console
each other."

The girl turned and looked at me, "What do you mean
console each other?"

"My sweet Angel died six months ago along with our
child. I came here today to end it, yet seeing you made
me realize that isn't the answer." Tears blurred my
vision as I spoke.

The girl broke down, sobbing against my chest. I place
my arms around her, holding on for dear life. I'm not
sure how long we stayed like that, but the sun had set
when we broke our embrace.

"God I'm hungry," the girl said as we separated.

I took her hand, "Come on, there's an excellent place
for chowder just down the road."


We found a table at the back of the restaurant and
finally got around to introductions. Her name was Sally
and she was barely twenty years old. Paul was her
highschool sweetheart, instead of college he enlisted
in the Army. They were to be married when he got back
from 'over there'. Instead of a wedding, the ceremony
was a military funeral with full honors. We talked for
hours, going back to my place after the restaurant had
closed for the night. The sun came up and we continued
to talk as we walked down to the corner shop for danish
and coffee. We fell asleep on the couch, holding on to
each other around ten. 



The phone ringing woke us up, I sat there as the
machine picked up and went through its announcement.

"David? David please pick up," Mom's quivering voice
sounded from the speaker. "Please tell me this is a
joke." 

I dashed to the phone, dislodging Sally head from my
lap, "Mom. Mom it's ok. It was all a mistake."

"David this letter says your going to kill yourself."
Mom was near hysterics, "Why? You have so much to live
for."

"I know. It was a mistake to even think such a thing,"
I replied. Sally had come over and taken my hand.

"I'm coming over there. We need to talk," she sounded
much stronger now.

"Ok, can you give me an hour. I didn't sleep much last
night and I'm a mess."

"Sure sweety," she answered. "I'll be there in an
hour."

"Bye Mom see you then," I hung up the phone and turned
to embrace Sally.

"Dave, you really were going to kill yourself." It was
a statement not a question.

"Yes I was. Do you want to meet my mom?" I asked.

"I don't have much choice now. My car is still at the
bluff and you wouldn't be able to make it there and
back in an hour," Sally said.

"Good point. Besides she'll like you," I replied. "Why
don't you go take a shower while I fix something to
eat."

Sally tilted her head up to kiss me gently on the lips,
then headed off to the bathroom. I fixed tunafish
sandwiches while she got cleaned up. My heart nearly
stopped when she walked into the kitchen, even without
makeup she was beautiful wearing one of Angel's summer
dresses.

"I hope you don't mind if I wear this. Is it ok?" she
asked.

I sat there stunned, not mistaking this lovely lady for
my Angel. Yet I found myself getting aroused for the
first time in months.

"Yes. I. You take my breath away," I stammered out.

"I'm glad you approve. I really didn't want to meet
your mom in a tank top and shorts," Sally said.

We sat and ate our sandwiches in silence, we were both
talked out from the previous night. Sally volunteered
to clean up our lunch dishes while I showered. As I
walked into the still steamy bathroom I could smell the
fragrance from the shampoo Sally had used. I took a
quick cold shower before dressing in slacks and a sport
shirt.

The doorbell rang as I was leaving the bedroom, Sally
met me in the hall and together we answered the door.
Mom and a man I didn't recognize were standing on the
step. She glanced at Sally as I invited them in.

"David, this is Reverend Thomas from my church. I
thought maybe he could help," Mom said, introducing the
man.

"A pleasure Reverend," I replied being polite. "This is
Sally Taylor. Sally this is my Mother Grace and her
friend Rev. Thomas.

"Hello Rev. Thomas. Mrs. Weaver, it's a pleasure to
meet you. Dave has told me so much about you," Sally
responded, smiling at both of them like old friends.

"So David, how long have you known Sally?" Mother
asked.

"Let's go into the livingroom," I said. "We can talk
all about it. Reverend would you like some coffee or
tea?"

"Coffee would be fine, black please," he responded,
"And please call me Tom."

"Tom it is. Sally would you help me with the coffee." 

"Sure," she responded as Mother and Tom sat on the
sofa.

Sally had already prepared coffee and tea for us and it
took only moments for us to gather up the service.
Returning to the livingroom I handed Mother her tea and
Tom his coffee. Sally and I took our coffees and sat in
the two chairs facing the sofa.

"David your mother showed me the letter and quite
frankly we're concerned about your mental well being,"
Tom began.

"Yesterday at this time I would have argued that I was
completely sane and knew what I was doing," I
responded. "Today I have to agree with you. Mother you
asked how long I've known Sally. I met her yesterday at
the bluff, she saved me from jumping."

"Mrs. Weaver, Rev. Tom we saved each other," Sally
spoke up. "I also was there to end it all. Reverend you
might say that God intervened on our behalf. Two people
bent on self-destruction meeting at that time and
place.

"God does work in mysterious ways and it's not
inconceivable that he had a hand in your salvation,"
Tom responded. "I already know David's reason for being
at the bluff. Sally why did you choose that location?" 

"I was driving along the coast highway looking for a
quiet spot," Sally replied, tears forming in her eyes.
"It was overcast and just as I approached the turn off
the sun came out. I took it as a sign that this was the
place. I guess it was."

Sally broke down crying, I kneeled by her chair holding
her to me, stroking her hair. Mom and Tom sat quietly
as she cried. Mom produced a handkerchief, handing it
to Sally as she fought to regain her composure. Slowly
she told her story to them. Sally sniffled and stood
up, excusing herself she left the room. Mom looked from
Sally to Tom then got up and followed her into the
bedroom. Tom and I sat on the sofa discussing my life
and future. He handed me a card for a counselor that
works with depression, asking only that I have at least
one session.

After about a half-hour Sally and Mother came back from
the bedroom, holding hands and giggling over some
private joke. Tom asked Mom if he could see her in the
kitchen for a couple of minutes. Sally came and sat
next to me on the sofa, taking my hand and resting her
head on my shoulder. They were gone only moments before
returning and announcing that it was time for them to
leave. I invited Mom to return this evening for dinner,
she agreed only if she could take Sally and I out to a
nice restaurant.



As the door closed behind them Sally pulled me into a
passionate embrace, kissing me like I never expected to
be kissed again. I kissed back, pressing Sally's body
to the wall, my cock growing in my pants. Sally broke
the embrace and whispered, "Take me," in my ear.
Scooping her up in my arms I carried her into the
bedroom, dropping her onto the bed. I nearly tore the
dress from her body, her breasts bouncing as they were
released. I did tear the shirt off my back, buttons
flying around the room. Sally fumbled with my pants,
pulling the zipper down and pulling them to my knees. I
pulled them the rest of the way off as Sally slipped
her panties off.

I was brutal, kissing her savagely, squeezing and
biting her breasts. My hand found it's way to her
pussy, raping her with my finger. The small voice in my
mind that said this was wrong was silenced by Sally's
cries of passion. Our eyes met as I entered her, a look
of savage desire on her face. She cried words of
encouragement that I can't recall. Sally came first,
her scream sending me over the edge. Satiated from this
animal act I held myself above her as my cock slowly
deflated. A soft smile played across her lips. I felt
guilty for being so brutal. I opened my mouth to
apologize when a drop of sweat fell from my nose,
striking Sally on the forehead. We both broke up with
laughter, I laid beside her pulling her close. The
giggles slowly dissolved and I found myself crying
softly. 

"Thank you." Sally whispered.

I opened my eyes to see Sally's tear stained face
inches from mine.

"Thank you for making me whole again," I replied.

Sally slid up to kiss me, we laid together on the sweat
soaked bed. My eyes found the picture of Angelina on
the bedside table, I expected to see a look of
disapproval in the photograph. Instead there was a look
of peace, warmth and compassion that took me by
surprise.

"She's beautiful," Sally said, following my stare, "I
think she would approve."

"Yes I think she would." I replied, turning back to
kiss Sally. "So would Paul."

"Yes, he would."

We laid together the tears drying up, satisfied that
this was right. Sally's hand slid down my body to
fondle my cock. I responded by getting hard from her
touch. She straddled me, taking charge. We made love
slowly and gently this time. Learning each others
bodies, tender touches and whispered words of love and
encouragement.


The End