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ANNE
Copyright 2000 by Ed Howdershelt
ROCKET ISBN 1-58505-943-9
Abintra Press http://abintrapress.tripod.com
CAUTION: Some tasteful erotica late in the story.

Introduction:

Anne was my first lover and first love. This story is a small tribute to
her. She knows that I changed only her name and the names of other
participants. She's already read the drafts and approved them after only a few
corrections concerning event sequences. The others haven't seen this story
yet.

*****
Cyndi got home from work at 5:30, as usual, and had her clothes off before
she'd crossed the living room, also as usual. Her march step told me that her
day hadn't been perfect. I handed her a beer from the cooler after she settled
herself onto her favourite bubbly seat in the hot tub.
"Fuck 'em all," she said, and took a long pull on the Ice House.
I waited until she put the beer down to lean over and kiss her.
"Captain Quirk made the meeting, huh?"
"He did." She took another pull on the beer and stretched herself out.
"Should I guess who got the job?"
"Hey, his Mom owns the company. Who else would hire him?"
We sat and soaked for a while without comment. Maybe fifteen minutes
passed before Vickie came in from the garage. She set her briefcase on the
floor by the couch and waved in our general direction. I waved my beer in
response. Vickie disappeared into her bedroom and reappeared a few minutes
later as naked as the rest of us, pausing on her way to the hot tub to grab a
can of Coke from the kitchen fridge.
"Hi, all. Any news?" she asked me, climbing into the tub. She kissed me
and settled in opposite me in our usual arrangement for maximum leg-room.
"Yeah, Ed, any news?" asked Cyndi, "It's been a couple of weeks."
"Steve's cancer tests were negative and Anne will be able to spend about a
week with us after all," I said, "She'll be here next Friday."
"It'll be like meeting the President, as far as I'm concerned," said
Vickie, "You've told us so much about her, I feel as if I've met her already."
"Same here," said Cyndi, "You haven't seen her since, what? 1967?"
"Yup. A few days before I went into the Army. Spoke to her on the phone a
few times over the years, though."
Vickie asked, "So how's progress on the book?"
"Good," I said, "About half finished. Take a look later."
"Think she'll go for it?" asked Cyndi.
"I think so. She'll probably want some editing, but I think so."
"What about the sexy stuff?" asked Vickie.
"No, I don't think she'll mind it unless she's changed a great deal. I
think she'll be editing it as a publisher would. Content, use of English, all
that. She's been teaching thirty years. It would embarrass her if a book she
was involved with wasn't perfect in that regard."