On the shores of Cape Cod in Oak Bluffs, Angel reclined on the antique wicker chaise crying--contemplating her life.
Looking up as if her maker was lurking behind the leaves covering the trellis of her gingerbread cottage she prayed.
"Oh God, what am I going to do? Show me--before it's too late--I'm so sorry, I thought what I did was right."
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Angel had lived in a convent for the past ten years, but still, she should have known better. Even nuns knew about the birds and bee's--the simple facts of life.
Yet, it had never entered her mind that if she slept with Jack, she could get pregnant.
Now it was all she could think of.
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She first noticed him driving around town showing off his classic red convertible, and chewing on fat Cuban cigars.
He was forty something. Easy on the eyes. Tall and chunky. A kick-ass self-made man, out spoken and flamboyant.
He was the opposite of Angel in every way.
When they first met, he laughed saying, "You and me are meant to be friends. It's a simple case of opposites attracting."
Whatever it was, she knew it was totally beyond her power.
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They had met in the church lunchroom over a cup of coffee on his break. She had invited him inside to cool down.
After the first time, coffee at 2 p.m. became routine for them.
Then one day she served him cake with their coffee.
Dropping her napkin, she leaned down to the floor to pick it up and froze.
She saw what he was doing. His pants were unzipped and he was stroking his cock.
Feeling the spot between her legs suddenly grip and twitch, it was all she could do not to take him into the confessional and become one with him.
There was no doubt in her mind. She needed him. Wanted him close for the rest of her life.
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He only needed her for the next fifteen minutes and badly.
His raging hard-on was not about to let this moment pass.
Seeing her face turn red after she had retrieved her napkin, he asked, "Angel, you saw me under the table didn't you?"
"Yes, I didn't mean to . . . we need to stop this before things go to far."
"Hey, precious girl, there's no such thing as too far. There is only you naked and me finding release between your soft thighs . . . me providing release for you . . . satisfying that ache between your legs."
He reached over and held her face between his palms, "You're my biggest fantasy you know."
Locking the door directly behind his chair, he lifted her up and slowly pressed his hips into hers, driving her to the sweetest ecstasy of her life as he kissed her hard.
She clutched his ass like her life depended upon it and called out his name as if she was begging for mercy.
He continued kissing her, slow and easy, exploring her mouth, giving her a chance to stop, a chance he soon regretted.
Getting her bearings, she broke away and ran outside to church office to tell the Monsignor she must leave the convent immediately for personal reasons.
She'd been thinking of it for sometime, and this incident cinched it.
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Jack's company specialized in painting steeples and bell towers on churches and historic buildings.
He determined that Cape Cod was a gold mine and there was work to be had.
Sending out business cards to everyone within a days drive of Oak Bluffs, he immediately picked up several summer contracts.
His card read, "Steeple Jack".
His motto said it all. "Our work is sacred. We paint church steeples all over the world."
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Two weeks after they were reunited in Martha's Vineyard he took her out for a dinner at a fancier place than usual.
With the band playing "You Don't Know Me" he took her hand, looked into her eyes and shook his head. "I can't believe how cosmopolitan you are . . . you've lived a cloistered life . . . you're basically a simple, unspoiled, small town girl, and yet here you are, as if you do this everyday of the week."
Throughout dinner he continued to sprinkle his charm over sweet talk--feeding her tantalizing tidbits too good to resist.
He loved to tell her his adventures and she loved to hear about them--also how pretty she was, how he adored her, how it would be for the two of them to make love someday.
This memorable night he was especially inspired.
"Make me the luckiest man in the world. Marry me. Think of it what it would be like when we honeymoon in Acapulco."
"Are you sure Jack?"
"Sure? Can you even begin to imagine how much I want to be there with you? Tell me you'll come with me to paradise and love me always . . . ."
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After dinner he slipped a knotted drink straw on her finger and said it would have do until he could get her a real ring but for now--to consider herself engaged, better yet wed to him.
The band began playing a song she had never heard before, "The Anniversary Waltz."
Taking her hand to dance, Jack proclaimed, "This will be our song every year on our anniversary for the rest of our lives."
As she followed him on to the floor, she didn't have the heart to speak up, but instead mumbled. "I don't know how to dance."
"Shhh my love," he answered, wrapping his arms around her.
Her feet stumbled clumsily over his and she heard his golf friends at the bar snicker.
Certain, she must look like a bumpkin, she looked up at Jack who told her, "Pay no attention, Angel, you should see them play golf . . . . "
With an encouraging hug he said, "No problem, Angel, "What you lack in know how, you make up for in guts."
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Feeling his swelling against her as they danced, she reminded him and herself, "I may no longer be a nun, but don't forget, in my faith sex is only proper inside the sanctity of marriage."
"I understand my precious Angel. Trust me, sex will never become an issue for us. I know you hunger for it, how much you need it, but I will not pressure you."
"Oh Jack," she sighed, "how I love and respect you for that. "
Back at the table he pointed at her third right finger and announced, "We're not only engaged, we are one. In my eyes we're already married."
By the time they left the nightclub, Angel was convinced they were the same as married.
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Jack had done a good job of thoroughly priming her. Consummating their union, was not going to be reserved for a future time.
An hour later, and a town away, they pulled into the Bed and Breakfast where he was staying.
There in a log bed, they made love. It didn't take long.
It wasn't as she thought it would be, but he was tender with her and considerate and it didn't hurt.
She barely felt anything and wondered if it was the same for him.
His only comment was that he was surprised she didn't bleed and thought virgins always did.
Feeling she owed him an explanation, she told him what she knew.
"I hit a cement retaining wall on my tricycle. I was eight, my bike hurt me down there and I bled a little. Mom looked but didn't say much. Below the waist she never did."
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Jack hadn't seen Angel naked, nor had she him, but she felt him under the covers with her hand when he asked her to take hold of him.
"What do you think?" he asked.
She kissed him and said, "I love you Jack," not knowing how to answer his question.
In the morning before he took her home, he made love to her again. The result was the same as the night before.
Somehow she thought there should have been more--an up-grade from kissing, hugging and petting--it was like a Peggy Lee song her aunt sang,"Is That All There Is."
Certain that it had to be her, not him, she hoped she could figure it out and get it right next time.
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The next morning Jack worried that Angel's neighbors would see his car--the two of them kissing goodbye.
She thought it odd after all his talk about living free and not worrying about what people thought.
Gently reminding him, she let him know, "It's okay Jack, remember what you said, we are free to live as we see fit."
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The next night Jack picked her up and took her downtown to a run-down art-deco tavern that looked totally out of place amidst the historic Victorian buildings.
Seeing the displeasure on her face, he laughed.
"So it's a dive. We can get good greasy hotdogs, burgers, fries, and draft beer. It'll be a change of pace, a new experience."
"My dad says it's a working man's bar--a place to play pool and smoke--dance to the juke box."
They weren't there five minutes when two of Jack's men and their girlfriends joined them.
Angel stuck to non-alcohol drinks but the rest of them ordered several rounds and proceeded to get drunk.
One of the men got especially rowdy and laughingly referred to her and their dates, not as home town girls, but as "squaws".
That did not set well. Not because she was a white and English, but because the men were being derogative towards the area's Native American women.
"Jack, please take me back to the cottage."
"Go wait in the car woman. When I'm good and ready, I'll drive you back."
Indignantly, she slammed the sticky chrome and vinyl chair up against the table, and left without a word.
Instead of walking across the street to his car, she walked to her parent's four blocks away.
Hiding in the alley behind their shop she curled up in the fetal position in one of her dad's old cars and wept.
To Be Continued: Runaway Angel (Part 2)
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