Message-ID: <7600eli$9801201637@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Morg105829 Subject: NEW: Kathy by Morgan Chapter 22 (M/F) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: To: story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us From: morg105829@aol.com Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 22 (M/F) (479 lines) January 20, 1998 This is about the 30th section. Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply. Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites. Please inform me if you do so. "Kathy" (c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan. Book III Chapter 22 The call from Ken's father came as a surprise. The ship was undergoing additional repairs to correct problems identified during her two-week shakedown. She had been back for over three weeks and was scheduled to sail for the Med in two more months. His call was an invitation to come up to their home above Williamsburg that weekend and Kathy accepted at once. As they drove over the bridge to the peninsula, Kathy reflected that Betty had flown over from Patrick Henry Airport rather than drive. Today, Ken was driving the Mazda RX-7 Turbo she had given him for Christmas. He loved his new toy so much that Kathy had teased him by saying that she had been demoted a notch. Now she ranked behind the car which she -- like an idiot -- had given him. When they arrived at Ken's parents' house, the senior Starks were at the door to greet them. The Admiral gave Kathy a warm kiss while Ken kissed his mother. Pushing her away to get a better look, he exclaimed, "Good heavens, Mother, what happened to you?" Kathy was stifling a grin as Betty pretended to look herself over for a split seam, a run in her stocking or some similar disaster. It was obvious to Kathy that the plan she had set in motion with Betty Stark was working. Betty had started with intensive work on Kathy's exercise machines to tone her muscles and she had promised to sign up with a fitness center when she returned home. Now her hair was shorter and it looked younger. Kathy noticed it was a carefree hairdo that did not require work at night. 'Good grief,' she thought, 'Betty's not even wearing a bra.' She and Ken were talking to the Admiral while Betty went to the kitchen, passing close to Sam's chair on the way past. Sam's hand went out and gently gripped his wife's ass. Betty stopped suddenly and backed up so he didn't need to reach. Kathy could see the woman's eyes close as she enjoyed the sensation. Ken had watched the whole thing in utter amazement. He was completely nonplused when his mother slid her bottom over the arm of his father's chair and sat on his lap. His father's hand moved toward his mother's breast and Ken was astounded to see her unbutton a button on her blouse to make his access easier. With his hand warmly cupping her right breast, his parents began an increasingly passionate kiss. Kathy wanted to cheer but instead said, "Kenneth Stark, you're a peeping Tom. Mind your own business." She put Ken's hand on her own breast and kissed him. While they were still engaged, she heard the senior Starks head for the bedroom. She slid off her dress and started working on Ken's pants. "What *are* you doing?" he asked, shocked. "What does it look like? I'm preparing to be loved -- by you -- on the living room floor." "But what if..." "Ken, your parents are making love in their bedroom. Who's going to come?" They were sitting on the floor together with their backs to a sofa, fully dressed when Sam and Betty reappeared. Betty, positioned behind Sam, gave Kathy a broad wink. "Ken," she said quietly, "would you do me a favor and call me Mom? Please?" At this point Ken could contain himself no longer. "Would somebody please tell me what's going on at this funny farm? Everyone seems to have lost his mind!" His parents sat side by side on a love seat facing them and looked at one another. They then looked at Ken as if he were a sweet but somewhat feebleminded child. Betty looked at her husband feigning puzzlement. "I don't see anything strange, do you, dear?" "Well," the Admiral said thoughtfully, "There could be one small thing... I just found the lovely girl I married and almost lost." He turned to Betty and they kissed lovingly. Once again, the Admiral's hand slid inside his wife's blouse and cupped her firm breast gently. While she returned the kiss, she placed her hand over his to keep it in its cupped position. "Dad!" Ken almost screamed, "Look where your hand is!" They ended their kiss with some reluctance and the two looked down. "Ken, I thought your eyesight was better than that. My hand is cupping your mother's breast. It's full, soft yet firm, and her nipple engorges in an instant every time. Now where in hell did you think my hand was?" Ken glanced to his left and realized that Kathy was convulsed with laughter, and almost choking in the attempt to avoid making a sound. "Katherine Smith, what is going on here?" "I thought it was pretty obvious, son," his father replied, "While you were steaming around in circles, Kathy has been saving a marriage: ours. Which reminds me, when are you two going to get married?" Ken felt the floor drop away beneath him as he heard his father's straightforward question. He looked down at the floor and said nothing. Betty was looking directly at Kathy and saw her go white as a sheet, apparently with fear! Betty whispered quickly in her husband's ear. He quickly nodded, got up and went over to Kathy. "Come on, young lady. I want to talk to you, alone." He led her into his study. After carefully closing the door he seated her in a maple captain's chair across from his desk and poured a large glass of cognac for her and a small one for himself. He gave her the glass and took his seat behind his desk. Kathy looked at him in near-terror. "It seems I said something I should not have. I jumped to a conclusion which is a very dangerous practice for an admiral. Let's start simply. Do you believe Ken loves you?" She answered in a very small voice, "Yes, sir." "But you don't love him, is that it?" Suddenly, it was as if the main burners under a ship's boiler all ignited at once. The look of fear suddenly disappeared. She jerked herself up straight in the chair and looked directly at the Admiral. "Admiral, I love Ken Stark more than life itself. Anything he asks of me -- if it's in my power to do -- I will do." She laughed bitterly "The language is inadequate. Love is a simple word. It is overused and abused, and it's totally inadequate to express my feelings. 'Adore'... 'Worship' perhaps get closer. But I think you understand." "Are you married, Kathy?" "No, sir. I have never married." "Well, you know that Ken is free to marry you. You did that yourself. Kathy, I'm stumped. Before I forget, though, thank you for saving my marriage. It's clear we owe you more than we can ever repay. But from what I know of you, that just puts us at the end of a very long line of people who Kathy Smith has helped. Betty told me some of what you said to her. Your lovemaking is passionate, frequent and good, so that's out... Kathy, what are you hiding?" Kathy looked into the piercing gray eyes regarding her. The Admiral was sitting erect. 'He is a very handsome man. Ken will resemble him when he reaches his age,' she thought. His hair was prematurely gray and looked very distinguished. She suddenly realized that his eyes were kind. He was trying to help. "I cannot marry Ken, Admiral." she said quietly. "You are a brilliant, highly-educated young woman. So I will take the answer literally. 'Cannot' as being 'not being able to.' Why are you unable to marry him?" Her eyes were fixed on his. She was sitting as if at attention. He admired her posture. "Because, Admiral, Ken has been married to one prostitute already. He scarcely needs another." Tears started to flow down her cheeks. She ignored them and continued to look directly into the Admiral's eyes. "I know you are not a prostitute now. That means you were a prostitute before you met Ken. When was that?" His voice was very quiet and matter-of-fact but he was being torn up inside watching this lovely girl enduring unbelievable torture. The tears were flowing unchecked down her cheeks, yet she made no move to wipe them away. "I was a prostitute until I was eighteen years old. I spent my time in the whore house naked. I am still nude whenever I can be. It's partially because I like it and, I think, partially to remind me who I was. Admiral, I have no pubic hair. Since I also have no shame, I would show you now. I pulled it out, hair by hair, years ago as a hygiene measure. Like the nudity, I'm now used to it. But like the nudity, it, too, reminds me of who I was." "How many people know that you prostituted your body for a living?" Kathy was stunned. She had told the Admiral she was a prostitute and there was no reaction. It was as if she said she liked the color red. It was a fact to him, nothing more. "There are two: my lawyer and the madam." "You were a prostitute. Is there any other impediment to marrying Ken?" "Yes, there is, Admiral. I cannot bear his children. He's going to father strong children. You and Betty deserve grandchildren. I cannot have any. I'm sorry." The tears continued to flow. The Admiral could see that her eyes were so misted with tears she could not possibly see him, yet her head remained erect and she continued to look at him. "I'll ask the question again. Why won't you marry Ken?" Anger was replacing sorrow. "Admiral, I'm shocked! That is the first ungentlemanly thing I have ever seen you do or say. If it would do any good, I would prostitute myself for you right now, so you wouldn't tell Ken. Deep down, I knew this was too good to last. Ken will find a girl who comes from a fine background -- I have no background, by the way -- who can give him the children I know he wants and deserves. Sometimes I allow myself to dream that I could remain his mistress... his wife's maid... anything to remain with him. I do everything imaginable to keep his eyes on me and away from all the other girls who could do so much more for him." She looked fierce. "Admiral, your question is unworthy of you. The idea of a man like your son marrying a prostitute is absurd!" Suddenly the Admiral's voice changed. It picked up the command presence that is a trademark of a person experienced in command, and Sam Stark was certainly experienced. "Now you listen to me, young lady! What right do you have to ruin my son's life! I thought you said you loved him 'more than life itself?'" Kathy was shocked. 'What was he saying? Surely after what she had said he could see it was impossible.' "But I *do* love him!" she protested. "Then you're a bigger fool than I would have dreamed possible! Look at you! You say you grew up as a prostitute. Where did you go to school?" "I didn't, sir, until I went to Hillsdale Academy as a Junior." "How did you get in? Cheat?" "No, sir. I took an admissions test." "What did you do then?" "I went to Yale, sir." "How?" "How? I'm sorry, sir. I don't understand the question. "How did you get into Yale?" "Oh! My Hillsdale record, my SAT's and my achievement tests." "Which were?" "Straight 'A's' at Hillsdale. My SAT's were 800 and 790, verbal and math. My achievements were 800's." "How many men have you had since you stopped prostituting yourself? Besides Ken, I mean." "None, sir." "No one at all? At Yale, at Law School, any time since then? None? "No, sir. None." "That's enough Kathy. You've made my point. My son is the luckiest man on the face of this earth. There is a girl, a prostitute no less, who never went to school. Yet she achieves a level of academic performance that few can dream of. She achieves more in one year fighting violent crime than has been achieved in this century. She demonstrates a willingness to risk her life and sacrifice her career for others. A girl who defines selflessness. A girl who has a body that few can imagine, and a near-infinite capacity to love and be loved. Against this, she cannot have children. Big stinking deal! Now, Kathy, let's take it again from the top. Will you marry my son?" The tears had stopped, but the tear streaks remained. She still had made no move to wipe her eyes, when she heard the Admiral's words. Her eyes had cleared now, so she could study his face. He was still looking directly at her with eyes now warm with love, waiting for an answer. Slowly the truth dawned on her, and her face started to brighten. "Admiral, you're saying that I'm one of the world's greatest fools? My God! I'm not a whore, am I? I was, but that was years ago. I haven't been with a man before Ken since I left the house. And all this time... Do you really think he would have me?" she asked with a note of hope in her voice. "Let's see. Kathy, I would like to ask my wife to join us, as well as my son. I know she has some thoughts. Before I ask them, though, I want to say that you are the bravest person I have ever met. Kathy, that inquisition was tearing my guts out. I was only *asking* the questions. You must have been destroyed inside, but you never flinched or even looked away. I could see the tears in your eyes to a degree that must have blinded you, yet you continued to look at me. Young lady, you were sitting in a position of attention and never moved. I want you to know that I've never been as proud of anyone, ever, as I am of you right now. I have never seen such a display of personal courage in my life! Now please remain seated. I'll be right back." Moments later he was back with Betty and Ken in tow. "Ken, I learned some things from Kathy that she wants you to know. First, she was a prostitute until she was eighteen. Apparently, she did not like men very much, because the next man she was with was you. Secondly, she does not believe that she can have children, so she is unworthy of marrying you. What do you think?" "Kathy, this is true, isn't it?" "Yes, Ken, it is." Kathy was still sitting at attention with her head high. Once more, tears appeared in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me about your background, Kathy?" "Because I was too selfish. I couldn't bear to give you up, and I knew you'd leave me if you knew. I apologize for hiding this from you. I only hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Of course, it's impossible anyway because of my defect. You couldn't possibly want me as your wife." "Defect!? Defect, she says. Young lady, the only thing defective around here today is the way your brain is working -- or, more accurately, not working." Ken was angry. "Dad, there are some things you don't know, but should, I think. I'm sure they'll come as no surprise to you, though. Since I've met Kathy, through her I've met some truly wonderful people. They're very different, one from the other, but they share one thing in common: They worship the ground that Kathy Smith walks on. I've had several extraordinary women tell me the same thing: She's the very best there is. She is the heroine of the organized law enforcement agencies in this state, and beyond. They love her! But Dad, I also know that she is respected -- yes, and loved -- by the Mafia, for God's sake. Dad, I don't think they're wrong, I think she is! Mom, what do you think of Kathy?" "I'm glad you asked, Ken. Kathy, I consider your behavior today to be deplorable!" Kathy still did not move, nor make any effort to defend herself, yet her eyes showed the deep hurt she was feeling. Betty continued. "I went to your apartment. Sam knows some of it, Ken knows none of it, but you and I, Kathy, know all of it. Did you or did you not tell me that you loved my son more than life itself?" "Yes, ma'am, I did." "Were you lying or telling the truth when you said you came to orgasm the day before Ken sailed over fifty times? And he came about fifteen or so?" "It was the truth to the best of my belief, ma'am." "Did you save my marriage, Kathy?" "No, ma'am, I certainly did not!" Kathy's eyes blazed as she added, "You did it all, and you did it all by yourself. I did nothing!" "Sam," Betty Stark asked, "Do you believe this young woman? Do you really believe that I could have done anything without her? Do you think I would have known the joy of giving if I hadn't heard her describe her relationship with our son? Do you?" "I believe you both. Kathy, when she says that the work was yours, and the changes were those you made in yourself. You, dear, when you describe the inspiration she provided, a sense of direction to move in and the confidence she instilled in you to make it work." Sam took his wife in his arms and kissed her tenderly. Meanwhile, Ken was looking at Kathy and said softly, "Honey, do you remember the promise you made when I asked you the last time?" He looked in her eyes which were now filled with love and hope as she said very quietly, "Ken, ask your question. Please?" "Kathy, will you marry me? Please?" With a cry of pure joy, Kathy leaped out of the chair and into Ken's arms. She kissed him with the passion that came from the knowledge that she had almost lost him through her own blindness and then gained him back. Ken hugged his bride-to- be. While the Admiral went out to the kitchen, Betty kissed her and wished her every happiness. "Kathy, I couldn't hope for a more perfect daughter-in-law. Will you be the daughter I never had?" "Yes, Mom, I'll try!" The Admiral came back juggling a bottle of Dom Pérignon, '75, and four glasses. He carefully put them down on the desk, gathered Kathy into his arms and held her. "I'm sorry for what I did to you, Kathy. But the outcome made it worthwhile." Kathy had her head buried in his shoulder and was crying. He lifted her chin and looked into her beautiful blue eyes. He realized that he was seeing tears of joy, and kissed her. "Hi, daughter!" he said. The toast was offered and drunk. "Ken, would you just hold me, please?" Kathy asked softly. He took her in his arms. He sensed that she didn't want to be kissed, just reassured. She held him tightly, and then moved her head back to look at him. Very softly she said, "This is forever. Are you really sure? It's not too late. I'm spoiled goods, you know?" She tried a weak little smile. "There's no 90-day warranty for parts and labor." "Kathy, you're perfect! You've just made me the happiest man alive. I want you to know that," he replied softly, ignoring her attempt to joke. The four went out to the kitchen and sat in the cozy breakfast area. Betty had prepared salads, and she was glad she had. After the emotion of the last hour they just sat and looked at their food. Finally, Betty asked, "When would you like the wedding, Kathy, and who's going to be in it? And Kathy? Even in your present condition, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, but wouldn't you feel better if you washed your face?" Kathy looked up, startled, and muttered, "Oh, my God!" Ken got up to show her where to go. Betty looked at Sam with deep affection. "Sam, I would not have believed it if I hadn't seen it. At her apartment I broke down at the thought of losing you. I looked like... like... like a horror. With the tears streaking her face Kathy is still lovely! She'll do, Sam! She really will!" "Betty, that was the worst hour of my life! I could have destroyed that girl. For a moment, I'm sure she was contemplating suicide. But she never flinched. I was destroying... No! Much worse! I was making her destroy herself... her happiness, all her hopes. She sat there at attention -- attention, mind you -- looking straight at me. She should have dissolved in tears, or at least turned away. She didn't." He took his wife's hand. "I don't know who it hurt worse: Kathy, who went through it, or me for having to watch. God, Bets, I think the outcome made it worthwhile, but never again! Please, God, never again!" He continued to hold his wife's hand, and she gave him a gentle squeeze. She said softly, "Thank you, Sam!" When Kathy returned, she looked brighter and happier than they had ever seen her, and she was still holding Ken's hand. "Admiral -- Dad? -- I just realized I need to call Norfolk. May I use your phone? I have some money here..." "Katherine Smith!" bellowed the Admiral in a tone that had made flag officers cringe in fear. "What do you think this is? I have never been so insulted in my life! Military pay may not be the greatest, but I don't care if you're calling China! Put your damned money away and get out of here!" Kathy had jumped when he shouted, but ended up grinning. She winked at him as she went back to his study to make her call. "Son," Sam said, "that's Kathy! She does everything for others, but expects nothing for herself. You know, don't you, that it never occurred to her *not* to pay? I don't know what you've done to be so lucky!" * * * Kathy immediately called Jane Ferguson. "Jane, I'm going to be married!" she said without preamble. She jerked the phone from her ear as Jane shrieked. "Oh, Baby! I'm so happy! Kathy, words fail me. I've been praying and praying and it's finally come true!" She heard Jane tell Bob about the impending marriage; he had come running to the room in response to Jane's initial shriek. "Honey, Bob wants to say hello. And from the look in his eye, I think I'm wanted somewhere else. I'll talk to you in a bit. Here he is." "Kathy, that's wonderful news! Ken is a fine young man, and I'm sure he'll make you very happy. Congratulations!" Kathy was shaken by Bob's words. 'He'll make *me* happy?' The idea had never occurred to her. "Honey, Sam would be so happy! By the way, where are you, anyway?" She told him. "What did they say?" he asked. "Say about what?" Kathy asked, puzzled. "About your background." "They didn't say anything, except... How did you know I told them?" Bob said very quietly, "Because you're Kathy. Sweetheart, I'm so happy for you. You've been tearing me up inside, you know. It's been so obvious to me for so long that Ken desperately wanted to marry you. I knew it had to be you, not him. I also knew that if he was half the man I thought he was he wouldn't blink. He didn't, did he?" "No, Bob, he didn't. Neither did his father who I told first, nor his mother. Bob, they were so kind!" "Not kind, Kathy. Smart! They know how lucky Ken is to get you. They didn't want to let you get away. But Kathy, what are your wedding plans? And may I please give the bride in marriage? I know Ken's ship is due to sail soon so you will want to get married quickly. Where is it going to be, and when?" "I don't know, Bob! I haven't let myself even *think* we could ever marry. I haven't thought about it." "How about the cathedral, in three weeks? How does that sound?" "That's impossible, Bob. There's no way a cathedral wedding could be scheduled that fast. It's booked years ahead!" "You're right. And it's scheduled for you two for three weeks from today at one o'clock. The Bishop asks if you would allow him to preside." "Bob Ferguson! Have you lost your mind!? I'm serious! There's a lot to do and you tell jokes, for chrissakes!" "No joke, Kathy. Jane has been making calls on the other phone. You know how organized she is! And if you don't get your little ass back here in a hurry, you won't even have a chance to pick out your own dress! Jane knows you better than you think, Kathy. She knows... Wait! She doesn't know exactly, but she believed, as I did, that you were the impediment, not Ken. So she's been making the advance arrangements for months. God! If I try one more piece of wedding cake..." "What *are* you talking about?" she interrupted. "I'm really being serious, Hon. Jane knows you. She prayed that you would come to your senses and marry the poor guy. But she knows that Ken is shipping out soon so there would have to be a quick wedding. She couldn't see you sitting around for months once you accepted his proposal. Most important, Kathy, she knew you wouldn't allow yourself even to *dream* of getting mar ried, so she's been doing the dreaming for you. And I was serious about the cake, by the way. She's been going to every damned wedding-cake baker in Virginia getting samples. It sounds like we're teasing you, Honey, but really we're not! One more thing. Do you remember years ago when I read you Sam's will? I said there were 'a couple of other points' that didn't matter? Well, one of them matters now. There's $1 million set aside. Sam knew he wouldn't be here, but... The bride's family customarily pays for the wedding. Kathy, he's paying. It can be used for anything related to the wedding or honeymoon, but that's all. And Kathy, I have a very special favor to ask: Would you consider asking Jane to be your matron of honor?" "Oh, Bob! While you were talking, I was kicking myself for not asking her when I told her... But... But... There wasn't a wedding for her to be in! May I ask her now, please?" Jane picked up the phone. "I accept!" she said. "Accept what? I was going to ask you to please consent to be my matron of honor. It would do me a great honor if you would." "Honey," Jane replied softly, the usual joking quality now missing from her voice, "That's what I accepted. Thank you so much!" Her voice changed, "Now get your ass back to Norfolk! I can't do this all by myself!" "Thank you, Jane," Kathy said softly, "for everything!" Kathy had a bemused expression on her face when she returned to the breakfast nook. "Ken, it seems we're going to be married in the Cathedral in Norfolk in three weeks. The bishop is presiding." She smiled. "It seems, Ken, everyone knew we were going to get married except me. Jane has organized the whole thing. She told me to 'get my ass back to Norfolk,' right now. Do you suppose there's time for a cup of coffee first? And I do want to talk with your folks about the guest list and stuff." * * * Kathy was lying in bed the next morning when Ken came in with the Sunday paper. With studied casualness he commented, "There's a small note on the front page, Kathy, you may be interested in." He passed her the paper and grinned as her eyes suddenly widened. Below the fold was a small box headlined, "Kathy Smith to Wed." The small front-page story was datelined Norfolk. It gave the information, including the date, time and location of the cere mony. It ended with a reference to the first page of the society section. Ken thought she looked cute scrambling across the bed with her bare ass in the air to get the society section. There on the society front page was a two-column photo of Kathy followed by a lengthy story detailing her career and the background of her intended. The photo was a beautiful smiling picture of her she had never seen before. Ken had never seen it, either. He left the room, while she slowly reread the story. When he returned, he was smiling and shaking his head. "I should have guessed! I called the paper. It seems they received the story from Jane, represent ing Bob's office and then they amplified the story from their own file on you. It's a rather exten sive one, I gather. However, the story didn't come with a picture, and Jane couldn't provide them with one. It seems you are considered by the experts -- the photographers -- to be the most beautiful girl in Norfolk. One of their guys has shot rolls of film of you. The photo that appears is his favorite. You see his credit line beneath it. But he was afraid you wouldn't like it. It still doesn't do you full justice, he says, but he's so happy he's sending over a stack of studio prints. His wedding gift to you, he says. Another in the vast Kathy Smith Fan Club." -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |