Message-ID: <45863asstr$1071562205@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: <20031216002353.33155.qmail@web60407.mail.yahoo.com> From: Lazlo Zalezac X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 15 Dec 2003 16:23:53 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} JC: Oliver Brown 02/05 (mf slow) Date: Tue, 16 Dec 2003 03:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Protect your identity with Yahoo! Mail AddressGuard http://antispam.yahoo.com/whatsnewfree <1st attachment, "Oliver02.txt" begin> DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop reading now. This material cannot be reproduced for commercial purposes without the consent of the author. JC: Oliver Brown By Lazlo Zalezac Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003 Chapter 2 Oliver stood at the boundary between his world and the world of the Gods and Goddesses. He took a deep breath and crossed over the boundary. The subtle texture of the world changed. Colors brightened, odors intensified, and the noises increased in volume. He watched the birds flit from tree to tree. He looked down to wait for the one who had summoned him. The couple he had met in Bogota, stepped out from behind a tree. He moved to them, ready to follow them to the clearing. The couple turned and led the way along a wide path as Oliver followed watching the subtle swaying of the woman's ass. Her body was perfect. Reaching the clearing, the couple turned and faced him. Their hands were still fused together. The man said, "You have to choose one of us." "You are one," replied Oliver, recognizing that he was dealing with one God/Goddess with two separate manifestations. The woman answered, "You have to decide which aspect you will serve. The female or the male." Oliver asked, "What's the difference?" The man answered, "We will not tell you. You must choose and the choice must be made without undo influence." "I can't. I would prefer to serve both." "You must choose one or the other." Oliver looked from the woman to the man, unsure of what he should do. The other times, the God and the Goddess had just taken him and had their way with him. He said, "I'll serve the female aspect." The woman came to him and threw him to the ground. The man held him while she ripped his clothes off. His cock became erect as she mounted him roughly and started riding his cock. Her cunt was incredibly tight and it felt like she was going to pull his cock off each time she rose and as though it was going to snap in half each time she lowered herself on it. Leaning forward, she grabbed a nipple between the forefinger and thumb of each hand. When she squeezed and twisted his nipples as hard as she could, he screamed to the sky above. The man continued to hold him down as she worked over his body. When he could no longer feel his nipples, she released them. The sensation created by her release was just as painful as the original twist. He screamed to the sky even as she continued to ride his cock. Her first orgasm made him feel like his cock had been put in a meat grinder. The muscles deep inside her tightened and relaxed in waves along his cock. Each place where it tightened caused it to feel like his cock was being cut. He knew she would ride him until he had an orgasm, but he didn't know how that could happen in the midst of such pain. When her orgasm passed, the tightness of her cunt almost seemed pleasant. Now it felt like his cock was being pulled off instead of shredded. When she reached back and squeezed his balls, his entire body arched in pain. The man held him down as she squeezed again. Even as he screamed again, his cock seemed to get even harder. Her motions increased in speed and intensity. He suddenly found himself having an orgasm even as his mind reacted to the pain. It was hard to tell what powered his scream, the pleasure of the release or the pain. It seemed to last forever and only ended after she had another cock shredding orgasm. She climbed off his cock. He relaxed thinking it would be over. Instead, she climbed on his face and rubbed her cunt over his mouth. Automatically opening his mouth, come mixed with her juices ran into it. There was so much of it that he couldn't handle it and panicked from the feeling that was drowning. He swallowed until he felt sick to his stomach, but still it flowed from her. He worked his tongue hoping that another orgasm would end his ordeal. She knelt over and started to suck his cock. It was like sticking his cock in a vacuum cleaner and he literally feared that the end of his cock would burst. He groaned and licked her cunt even more. Seeking her clit and finding it, he was rewarded with a flood of her juices as she came again. He sucked them down as fast as he could. Her mouth slipped down the entire length of his cock. Her teeth caused another coursing river of pain to shoot through his body. As he trashed on the ground, he wondered if he was going to survive this treatment. As if to confirm his fears, she squeezed his balls again. His scream was muffled by the cunt pressed against his face. The hair around her cunt was stiff and hard like a scouring-pad. She started rubbing her cunt across his face. Hoping to end the ordeal, he returned his attention to her cunt, fucking it with his tongue. His eyes sought out those of the man holding him. There was pity in the eyes watching his struggles, a look that surprised Oliver more than anything else about his ordeal. His orgasm came as a complete surprise to him. She swallowed his ejaculate as more juices washed into his mouth. Swallowing, he accepted her juices until there were no more. His cock started wilting in her mouth even as her touch turned loving and not painful. She climbed off him and looked down upon the poor man the ground. The man stood beside her with his foot fused to hers. Oliver looked up and asked, "Why the pain?" "To mask the far worse pain of the transformations in your body," answered the man. He smiled and held up the medallion. There were now three of them fused along their edges. He threw the medallion onto the ground near Oliver. Oliver turned to look at it, surprised to see hundreds of identical medallions piled on the ground. "Now, find your medallion." The pair stood aside and watched as Oliver rose to his feet fighting to keep his legs from buckling. The pile of medallions was incredibly tall. He pushed the pile so that medallions tumbled down the side and spread over the ground. The medallions varied in terms of their shine and color. Some shone faintly while others were dull. Some looked as though they were always in shadow while other gleamed as though lit by the sun. He spread the entire pile over the ground. There was one gleaming medallion that shined as though it was a bright sun. He went over and picked it up. He held the medallion in his hand and turned to the Two-Sided One. The man and woman fused into one extremely fat man that grabbed the medallion from Oliver. He slipped it over Oliver's neck while saying, "You have done well. You chose to see into a persons heart. Now, it is time for you to rest. You will not have much time before new challenges are placed upon you." Oliver stared at the Two-Sided One in confusion. The fat man smiled and changed into a hugely fat women, the feminine version of the fat man. She smiled and said, "You turned down the chance to see a person's strengths. To have both gifts is too much for a mortal. You have chosen well." Oliver woke under a tree. He immediately checked his surroundings. The life in the forest behaved normally. Squirrels ran about the ground collecting seeds and eating. Birds flew from branch to branch. He stood, expecting to see the squirrels flee and the birds fly away. They remained unconcerned about his presence. He was still one with his surroundings, able to move through a natural environment as though he was part of it rather than a visitor. He pulled the medallions out from his shirt. He looked at them. The first medallion still had the words "To Hunt Those Who Poison Others" written along the edge around the phallic symbol in the middle. The second one still had the words "To Join The Land" on one side and "The Land To Join" on the other. The words surrounded the rough image of a woman's sex. The third coin was the new one. He looked at the side with the female organ rendered in the center. The words " Know Others To Lead Others" were written around the edge. On the other side there was male organ rendered in the center. The words "To Lead Others Know Others" were written around the edge. He wondered what that meant. He stretched feeling refreshed and energetic. Looking down to examine his body, there were no changes that he could see. Of course, he had no idea what had happened to his face. His clothes, tan pants and shirt, of durable material were clean and appeared to be new. Not even the normal dirt of a week spent hiking in the forest remained. He stretched, amazed at the quality of his rest. He seldom slept that deeply, used to keeping a certain level of awareness of his surroundings at all times. He headed towards the town enjoying the view of nature in all her glory. He thanked the Goddess again for having given him that gift. The soil felt nice against his bare feet, giving him the sense that he was tied directly to the earth beneath him. The sounds of nature sang in his ears as he walked along. It seemed like it was too short of a walk before he reached town. He exited the woods a short distance from the Sporting Goods Store. Crossing the street, he walked the block to the store. He entered it, surprised that it was once again empty. Normally it was packed with people. Standing by the door, Catherine Sullivan wore her red robes that signified that she was a servant of the God. She had a nice glow around her with very few dark spots over her heart. She looked at him in surprise and stated, "What are you doing here? I'm expecting someone." "Just returned from meeting the Two-Sided One." Looking around the store, he wondered who needed all of that stuff since he typically carried very little with him. Of course, he was one of the few people in this world that could be dropped into the wilderness with absolutely nothing and gain weight while there. At the moment, he carried only his backpack with the cash in it. She looked at his face and noticed that his eyes had changed to a pale blue color, but tradition required her to see the medallions. She demanded, "Let me see it." He pulled out the medallion from under his shirt and held it up for her to see. There were three medallions fused together along their edges. Satisfied, she turned and walked to the counter. She returned carrying a leather case and handed it to him. Staring at the leather case, he opened it and examined the inside. It was divided into major different sections. Puzzled by the case, he asked, "What is it?" She said, "It's a briefcase." He stepped back and suggested, "This must be the wrong item." Shaking her head in disagreement, she said, "Nope. The God demanded that I make this one for you." He sighed and looked at her as he asked, "Are you sure?" "Very sure." He looked at it carefully before looking up at her. He said, "It is very well made. The quality of the leather is outstanding. The stitching is superb. You have done the God proud." She answered, "thanks for the praise, but I can see you're disappointed." The thought of carrying around a briefcase depressed him. It definitely didn't fit with his jungle lifestyle. He said, "I'm not sure that I like the implications of it." Catherine laughed and said, "It won't be that bad. They never give us anything that we are really unhappy doing." "Were there shoes too?" Glancing down at his feet, she laughed having forgotten that he only wore shoes when he was in civilization and only then when it was absolutely required. She answered, "No, but I do have something that might be a good compromise." He followed her to a row of soft leather moccasins. She glanced down at his feet and picked up a pair that looked like they would fit. Handing the pair to him, she said, "try these on." He sat down and slipped them on. There wasn't any lining, just simple leather between his feet and the floor. He stood up and walked around in them. It was hard to tell that they were on his feet. He looked up in surprise and said, "Wow, these are nice." She said, "take them." "Thanks. Is our business over?" "Yes," she answered with a smile. Seeing him relax, she asked, "Will you be home tonight?" "Yes. I will. I'll start dinner." She cooed, "make sure it will keep. I need a little of the Oliver magic before dinner." He bent down to kiss her while she pretended to struggle. Soon she was pulling him even tighter to her. His cock responded to her and she ground her pelvis into him, causing his cock to swell even more. The bell over the door rang and she pushed him away. She hadn't wanted to stop, but appreciated the look on his face that he was more upset about the interruption than she. She said, "Get home and I'll bring your new robes there." Leaving the Sporting Goods Store, he walked towards her house. He met other townspeople as he strolled along, noticing that some of them glowed more than others. Everyone had dark sports over their hearts, some more than others. He realized that he was seeing their hearts. Some were alert and alive with a jest for life. That gave them a wonderful glow. Some people had hearts that were filled with hate and that left dark spots. The half hour walk home took almost two hours as he stopped to talk to people. He wondered if he could help people start to enjoy life more and help them rid the evil in their hearts. In front of the second hand clothes store, he stopped to talk with Tricia Janey, the owner. Although there were few black spots on her heart, she had a very dull glow. The Sheriff walking down the street noticed Oliver talking to Tricia and headed in their direction. Oliver glanced at the Sheriff noting that his glow was fairly strong and there were few black spots over his heart. So far, only Catherine had less of them than the Sheriff. Oliver noticed that a little silver thread seemed to hesitantly reach out from her heart towards the Sheriff. Realization dawned upon him as he recognized what that meant. He said, "I like the Sheriff. He's a good man." Slightly embarrassed, she smiled at him and nodded. She said, "He's been good for the town." Oliver nodded and said, "This is one of the few areas that is almost drug free. I think that's why I like it so much." "That's important to you?" "Yes, it is very important." He had just finished answering her question when the Sheriff reached them. Turning to greet the Sheriff, Oliver asked, "So how are things?" The Sheriff answered, "Everything is running smoothly. The town is quiet." "Good." The Sheriff gave Oliver a funny look and added, "Must be the presence of so many of Carter's Druids coming out of the park this week." Oliver smiled at the Sheriff and said, "That's just a strange correlation. We don't have much to do with how things are going in town." "Right." The Sheriff's voice suggested that he didn't believe that for a minute. Tricia Janey looked at Oliver with wide eyes, realizing only now that he was one of the Druids. She said, "You don't dress like a Druid. Catherine is always in her red robes." Oliver answered, "I don't usually wear them when I'm out in the wilderness. I just got back from a weeklong hike in the park." Tricia, like many other people had learned the significance of colors of robe, was curious about who he claimed to serve. She asked, "What color robes do you wear?" Oliver answered, "I used to wear gray. I guess I'm supposed to wear brown now." The Sheriff looked at him in surprise. He said, "You serve all three now?" Oliver laughed at Sheriff's surprise and replied, "Sure. Why do you look so surprised?" The Sheriff shook his head and said, "You and John Carter. It's just strange that I know all of the people that wear brown robes." Tricia looked at Oliver in awe. She said, "Wow, I feel like I'm talking to the Pope or something." He laughed at the comparison, shrugging it off as a good joke. The idea that he could be compared to the Pope was humorous. He was just a guy that wanted to keep drugs out of the neighborhood. A thought crossed his mind and he said, "Why don't you come over around nine tonight for some cake and coffee? We'll consider it a celebration for my promotion." She looked overwhelmed at the invitation and meekly answered, "Sure, I'd be honored." Oliver turned to the Sheriff and said, "Why don't you come over too? I have some more money to donate to the Police Against Drugs program." The Sheriff asked, "How much this time?" Oliver watched the Sheriff's face as he said, "Half a million." The look on the Sheriff's face was worth the half a million dollars. He asked, "It must have been a big bust this time." "They're still weighing it, but last I heard, it was over sixty tons of cocaine." Tricia stared at Oliver as the Sheriff whistled. He finally answered, "We don't need that money if you took that much cocaine out of circulation. You shut down a third of the drug traffic all by yourself." "Only about a tenth of the traffic. Besides, you still have the addicts to help and the other drugs to get rid of." The Sheriff answered, "I'll be there around nine." In a very uncharacteristic gesture for Oliver, he put his arm around the Sheriff as he said, "Good, would you mind walking with me for a minute. I have something of a personal nature to discuss with you." Nodding, the Sheriff turned to Tricia as he said, "Until tonight." Oliver watched as the silver thread again reached out towards the Sheriff and then shyly retreated. She nodded back and replied, "Until tonight." Oliver walked down the street directing the Sheriff with subtle tugs on his shoulder, stopping in front of the pharmacy. Oliver suggested, "You might be a nice guy and buy some chocolates for Tricia. Give them to her at the house tonight. I know she would appreciate it." The Sheriff looked at Oliver in shock. He asked, "Tricia?" "Yes, Tricia." Oliver started to walk away towards Catherine's house. The Sheriff called out after him, "I know why you were picked a third time. You're just as big of a pain in the ass as John Carter!" Turning, Oliver looked at the Sheriff. He shook his head and went on his way. As he walked, he considered being compared to John Carter. He knew all about the Grand Druid, but had never met him. Being compared to John Carter was an honor, but he wasn't sure how he felt about being compared to him. John Carter had revolutionized the world. There was no way that he could measure up to his accomplishments. Reaching the house, he entered using the key kept in the flower pot. Putting the key back in its normal spot, he thought about how Catherine kept it there just for him. He sighed as he thought about his love for her. He truly loved her with his whole heart and soul. Maybe this stay, he would propose marriage to her. She was an amazing women that tolerated his long absences and short visits with an attitude that bordered on saintly. Most women would have thrown him out long ago. He knew that she slept with others, as did he. He wanted to have another husband, just so that she wouldn't have to spend so much time alone. She rejected that option stating that she was basically a one-man woman that was satisfied stepping out occasionally when her true love wasn't around. They often discussed the matter, but had not come to any final decision. Oliver went into their bedroom and stripped. Stepping in front of the mirror, he was shocked at the brightness of his shine. The image that was reflected back at him showed only a few dark spots on his heart. The largest spot represented his hatred for drug lords. He knew his hate was totally unrealistic, confusing people with their roles rather than their essential characteristics. He examined his face in the mirror. For the most part, he was unchanged. He still did not need to shave or ever get a haircut, but his eyes had turned a pale blue. It reminded him of the color of the winter sky. He wondered if it made him look cold and unfeeling. His cock had not grown any larger and that pleased him. It was already large enough to satisfy a woman, any larger would hurt rather than pleasure them. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature so that it was pleasantly hot. There were so few hot showers in his life, that he relished each and everyone that he took. Quickly lathering his whole body, he enjoyed the sensation of his hands touching his body through the soapy film. He rubbed the bar of soap over the top of his head. His minimalist lifestyle didn't incorporate fancy shampoos or soaps with fragrance. Once he was clean, he rinsed off. Instead of getting out of the shower, he looked down at his cock and smiled. Knowing there was no way that he was going to last very long with Catherine, he grabbed the bar of soap and worked up a good lather around his cock. At the thought Catherine standing naked in the shower with him, his cock rose. Wrapping a hand around his cock, he started stroking himself with short strokes that gave most attention to the head of his cock. As he imagined her giving him a blowjob, he quickly reached a climax. Ropes of come squirted from the slit at the end of his cock, his fluids landing on the floor of the shower and washing down the drain. His breathing returned to normal as he rinsed his cock in the hot water. He turned off the water and got out of the shower feeling much more relaxed. Catching his reflection in the fogged mirror, he grinned like a teenager caught pleasuring himself and said, "Hey, even a married man needs to jack-off occasionally. I wouldn't have lasted two minutes with Catherine in the state I was in." The reflection in the mirror didn't respond. He didn't expect it too and if it had, he would have checked into the nearest mental ward. He carried a fresh towel to the living room and set it on the chair. Sitting back in the chair with his legs up, he thought about what he had seen today. There was so much blackness around peoples hearts that it depressed him. None of them were overwhelming though. Catherine, the Sheriff, and Tricia Janey had been almost refreshing in the minimum amount of blackness around their hearts. Tricia's dullness had bothered him more than her darkness. He turned on the television and turned to a news channel. He had no idea that his gift would extend to live projected images of people. The taped segments were clear of black spots and glow, but the live shots were entirely different. His stomach turned as he looked at one of the people in the latest news story. A murderer was being led out of a courthouse. The man's entire heart glowed black with hate. Sickened at the sight of so much hate, Oliver changed the channel and was rewarded with the same sight. He quickly turned off the television. There wasn't any way to ever get used to seeing people like that. It did make the people he had seen today look saintly. Perhaps his expectations were too high. Of course, even he had his own black spots. It wasn't that he thought of himself as special, just that he thought of himself as a good man. He went in the kitchen and puttered about trying to determine what to make that night. Despite the fact that Catherine was a vegetarian, she always kept a few steaks in the freezer for him. She had gone hiking with him one week. After seeing him eat, she refused to kiss him most of that trip after watching him swallow various kinds of bugs, plants, and fungi. She loved him, but couldn't kiss the mouth that could swallow bugs. He fixed a huge salad with lettuce, canned kidney beans, Fritos, cheese, tomatoes, and topped with Catalina salad dressing. It was his favorite salad and one that Catherine enjoyed as well. He also thawed the steak to cook after they had relaxed a little together tonight. Dinner wouldn't be complete without a batch of Brownies for desert. The clock indicated that he still had an hour before she came home. He wandered around the house looking at the changes in the décor. A few new odds and ends were scattered around the house. There was a new picture of the two of them in a nice silver frame on the mantle. They had an arm around each other and he was looking down at her with a look of total adoration on his face. He was touched by the picture. He tried to remember when it had been taken. Based on the clothes he was wearing, it was his last visit when he had been working in the backyard.. There was one time she had come up to him and put her arm around him. He had looked down at her in his loving way. He surmised that she had given her camera to the Sheriff and he had snapped the picture without him realizing it. This was not a posed picture, it was impossible to get such a look of love while posing. The door slammed shut as she surprised him by coming home early. Her eyes took in his naked body and her feet followed. In seconds they were in a lovers embrace. He kissed her passionately as his body reacted to having her in his arms. Her body responded in kind, with nipples tenting her red robe. Together, they headed to the bedroom. She led him by the cock, knowing that he would follow rather than lose it. It was an hour before they emerged from the bedroom. Their appetites for each other were hardly sated, but the appetites in the stomachs were stronger. Oliver went in the kitchen, still naked, and started preparing his steak. Catherine set the table knowing that he had made a salad for her. She called out, "What are you making?" With a trace of laughter in his voice, he answered, "I'm sautéing a nice batch of crickets. You want some?" She answered, "And you expect me to kiss that mouth?" Laughing heartily, he finished cooking his steak and placed it on the plate. He carried it to the table and then made another trip for the salad. Leaning back in her chair, her bare breasts defied gravity as her nipples stood erect. She looked beautiful, sexy, and satisfied. He stood there for a minute just admiring the view. Noticing the hungry way that he admired her, she said, "You make me feel so pretty." "You are pretty," he replied. He sat down at the table and they started to fill their plates. Amidst the clatter of silverware striking dinnerware, she said, "A weird thing happened today after you came in the store." "What?" She took a sip of water before answering, "I got the urge to locate Jed's old tools right after you left. There is another maker." Concerned, Oliver looked up at her asked, "What do you make of that?" She frowned as she answered, "I don't know. I'm scared in a way." "Why?" "What if the Gods do not need me any more? What if I am to die and he is my replacement?" Silence descended as he looked at his lovely girlfriend. It was impossible for him to imagine life without her. He said, "The Gods and Goddesses are not mean or capricious. There is an explanation and it will be a good one." She looked up at him through her eyelashes. The look on her face excited him and made him want her more than anything. He finally asked, "Will you marry me?" She sat back in her chair with an amazed expression on her face. She asked, "Really?" "Yes, really." "Of course I will," she answered excited that he had finally asked her. She hesitated and then asked, "Are you upset that we won't have another husband?" "I only wanted him for you. I feel bad leaving you alone here for months at a time." She shrugged and replied, "I don't mind. You have your service and I have mine. Of course, that briefcase suggests some interesting possibilities." A shiver went through his body as he thought about the possibilities. A briefcase suggested an office job and he feared that an office job would kill him. He answered, "That scares me." She asked, "So do you have a ring to give me?" While laughing he said, "No. I'll get one tomorrow, but I do want us to marry the Druid way." She asked, "Are you going to take me into the bedroom now?" He grinned at the idea and then remembered his invitation. In less than an hour, the Sheriff and Tricia Janey would come over. That would be enough time for a quickie, but he wanted a bit more than that. He said, "I'm afraid that I invited the Sheriff and Tricia Janey over." His statement surprised her. She asked, "Why Tricia? I didn't even know you knew her that well." He explained his gift from the Two-Sided One. Wondering what he saw when he looked at her, she looked at him warily. It was rather a scary feeling to know that someone could see the evil in you. He noticed her concern and said, "You are brighter and purer of heart than I." "You're saying that just because you love me." He grinned and answered, "Do you think I could love anyone that is evil?" "No." "So there you go." The answer seemed to satisfy her. She went to the door and picked up one of the robes that she had brought home with her. The brown robe indicated his new degree of service to all of the Gods and Goddesses. She went into her room and dressed in her red robe, laughing as she realized for the first time that her clothing bill had shrunk significantly since adopting the robe of her service. A dozen such robes and one had enough clothes for a year. She came out to see him standing awkwardly in his brown robe. She was so proud that he had achieved that level of service to the Gods and Goddesses, but she didn't envy him his sacrifices. He suffered levels of deprivation that most people wouldn't understand. In particular, he traveled lighter than she could possibly imagine and would spend months without a shower, shelter, or human contact. Tricia was the first to arrive, knocking hesitantly on the door. Opening the door, Catherine invited her into the house. Unsure of herself, Tricia smiled tentatively at Catherine and said, "I hope that it's okay for me to come here." "Of course, it is. Oliver invited you here." Oliver glanced at Tricia and saw a little flicker spread across her dull glow. He came over and said, "I'm so glad that you could come. We have a little announcement later." Catherine took Tricia over to the sofa and talked quietly while he went in the kitchen to prepare some coffee. The dullness bothered him tremendously and he wondered about her story, but didn't feel it was his place to ask. The Sheriff knocked on the door and Catherine answered it. She stepped back in surprise when he handed her a bouquet of flowers. He said, "A little something for the hostess." Catherine accepted the delightful selection of summer flowers. They would look great on the table. Smelling them, she smiled and said, "Excuse me while I put these in a vase." The Sheriff brought forth another bouquet of flowers and handed them to Tricia. Her eyes got very large as she accepted them from him. Blushing like a schoolgirl, she said, "No one's ever given me flowers before." "I assure you that it won't be the last time." The Sheriff realized he was sweating like a schoolboy even as he talked to her. It had been more than a dozen years since his wife had died and he hadn't dated since then. With a grace that belied her nervousness, she stood and kissed him on the cheek saying, "Thank you. Let me see if Catherine has something for me to put them in." She raced into the kitchen as Oliver picked up the tray with the coffee. Turning, he was in time to see her enter and observe the new intensity to her glow. He smiled as he knew that the answer to his question was that the glow could be increased. 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