Kissing My Angel Goodnight

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Author’s note: Hi folks, this one is a bit darker and those of you who really like happy endings might want to skip it. As usual, if you don’t like it. There will ne something different next week. I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving. And as usual I really need to give Kudos to mikothebaby for not only editing this story but for suggesting something dark in the first place. So if you like it you should thank her, if you don’t then blame me. Thank you for reading it. Without you I’d have no reason to write.

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As I’d done thousands of times before, I leaned over and kissed my beautiful wife goodnight. This time was different though. This time I wasn’t in the bed with her, I was leaning over it. She was completely naked as usual but I was fully dressed and more. I wore gloves and a full black face mask. The room was completely dark. I’d smeared on Nova Gel, a chemical masking gel that the Navy seals use to make sure that exposed areas of my skin left no DNA traces.

I totally ignored the man slumbering in the bed beside my angel as I pressed my lips to hers for the last time. Unexpectedly, she awoke. Though she wasn’t fully conscious, she turned and tried to sit up. “Dale,” she slurred, barely conscious. Her brain was fighting to regain awareness. “Dale, I was wrong. I love you, not him. Forgive me,” she said. Her voice sounded as if she was confused or drunk, but I knew that she wasn’t.

I placed my gloved finger gently on her lips to silence her so we wouldn’t awaken her lover. “Shhh, honey, we’ll talk about it in the morning,” I said. It was all I could do not to cry. “Go to sleep, Sandy. It’ll all be better tomorrow.” She nodded and settled her head back on the pillow. I tip toed back across the room. Once outside the room, I quickly left the building by the rear stairway. I didn’t run into anyone on my way out. All of the security guards that had been hired for the night were in the security office. It was one o’clock in the morning and they only did their rounds in 15 minute intervals. That is, when they actually bothered to do them at all.

As I got into the car I’d rented for the evening, I pulled out my iPhone and launched an app that restarted the hidden Kerosene micro heaters in Sandy’s room. No matter what the morning brought, I was glad I’d taken this chance to kiss my angel goodnight one last time.

I quickly drove the three blocks to my house. I slipped in the back and wiped the Nova Gel off with an antiseptic wipe. I took off my clothes and put the sweats that I’d worn before back on and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Hey, are you trying to turn into a prune?” I asked. Naturally she couldn’t hear me. The woman reclining in my spa tub had headphones on, cucumber slices over her eyes, a towel wrapped around her long hair and some kind of facial cream all over her face.

I tapped her on the shoulder startling her. She pulled the cucumbers off and removed the headphones and then smiled at me. “Come on, Dale,” she pouted. “I haven’t been in here for very long. It’s only been…”

“It’s been a half hour,” I said frowning at her. “That’s a long time.”

“No it isn’t, Honey,” she said. “I love to soak in the tub. Besides after what you did to me earlier, my little pussy is going to need some major recovery time. And the rest of me will too. “I’ll recover a lot faster, this way. Besides we’re not going to work tomorrow. I have the day off and you told me that you’re taking it off too.”

“Yep, sweetie I am,” I said. “I do have to go to that meeting with my lawyer about the divorce, but I’m spending the rest of it with you.”

“Ooh, then I’m really going to need to soak,” she smirked. She started putting her headphones back on but I grabbed her hand and kissed her. I was amazed as her tongue shot into my mouth as she turned the kiss into something far more passionate than I’d intended.

“I know it’s very early Dale,” she said. “We haven’t been together for very long, but I think I could love you.”

“I think I’m ready to move on too,” I said. “Tomorrow I’m going to tell the lawyers to just go ahead and settle things. I won’t try to delay the divorce anymore. It’s time for me to move on with my life.”

She smiled and leaned her head back and put the cucumbers back over her eyes. I felt really guilty about using Page the way I was. But she was a big girl. She’d get over it. Besides she was the one who usually used guys and then fucked them over. She had a reputation for meeting a guy, giving him the full court press and moving on after she was done with him. Then she talked about them when she’d broken things off.

She often sat around the employee’s lounge at work belittling her conquests with the other secretaries. Her victims were usually the laughing stock of the company until she found her next mark. It would be interesting to see how this one played out.

I went back into my bedroom and bundled up the clothing and the shoes I’d worn for my little escapade. I went out the back door and dropped güvenilir bahis the entire bundle into the trash can along with the rest of my garbage for the week. Trash pickup was tomorrow morning very early. I went back inside, grabbed a Dos Equis out of the fridge and went into my bedroom. I checked the home management app on my iPhone. The heaters, all four of them were functioning correctly.

I logged into my iTunes account and restored my iPhone to its factory settings. Since the home management app I’d used wasn’t an “official” app, my phone had to be jail broken to run it. Restoring my iPhone 4s to its factory settings would remove the app, all of its data and any record of it ever being on my phone.

I stripped down to just my boxers and started to get into bed. As I reached for the switch I paused. As usual I couldn’t look, even in passing, at the large framed picture of Sandy without thinking back on all of the memories we’d made together over the past 12 years. I wondered how Page had missed this picture in her quest to remove all things Sandy from my house.

I was 22 years old when I met Sandy. That was a little over twelve years ago. I’d graduated the year before with a degree in business. I had a pretty good job, but my bosses at the company had let me know very quickly that I needed to get my ass back in school. My degree was good but without an MBA there was definitely a ceiling on how high I’d ever be able to rise in the company. They thought I had a lot of potential, but I needed the right credentials along with more experience to realize it.

I walked purposefully into the classroom that first day. I was one of the younger people in my class, but unlike a lot of them, I already had my degree. I also had already begun my career. I had two big ass chunks of my life already taken care of. In my mind, I was head and shoulder above the rest of them.

My confidence faded as soon as she walked into the room. Okay, maybe walked isn’t the correct term. She kind of floated in. And just like that she rendered everything thing else in the room, in my life and even in the world, unimportant.

It was one of those surreal moments when everything comes into focus. Writers and artists often describe it as being a moment of destiny or a moment of pristine clarity when all of the stars align.

It was like the instant when Mario Andretti first sat down in a race car, or Leonardo DaVinci first picked up a paint brush. Everything from then on just seemed to make sense.

I gazed in awe, even forgetting to take in or expel oxygen, on her matchless beauty. As she looked around the room for an empty seat our eyes locked together. I saw my entire future outlined in those green eyes. Her angelic face, those eyes, that tiny button nose and those generous lips all speckled with a healthy dose of freckles smiled at me.

I say her face smiled at me because it’s true. When Sandy smiles it’s not just with her mouth. Her eyes, her cheeks every part of her face is involved in the smile.

Her long curly red hair framed that beautiful face and cascaded down her back like the most perfect waterfall nature ever made. Her slim shoulders gave way to long, thin but beautifully shaped arms. Her hands were tiny but long fingered. Her fingers seem to be a part of the way she communicates. Even today Sandy has a way of saying things with her hands that make words unnecessary. Like the way she’d sometimes just point at her lips, to tell me that she needed to be kissed.

Sandy’s breasts could barely be called that. They were more like bee stings. Her friend Kathy used to joke that when God gave out titties, Sandy was stuck in the ass line, going back for seconds.

Sandy’s lack of development above the waist was more than made up for below it. Her ass wasn’t huge, it was just so perfectly developed and perfectly proportioned that what she could do to a tight skirt was unnatural and what her ass did to jeans should be considered deadly.

Her legs, like her arms were thin and longish, terminating in feet that could convert you if you weren’t a foot guy. Before Sandy, I wasn’t and even now I’m not. But when it came to Sandy let’s face it, from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I worshipped every part of that woman.

I was sitting there in class that fateful day just after our eyes had locked and I watched her walking straight towards me, carrying her books. She got closer and closer, looking straight into my eyes with every step. My heart seemed to be beating harder with every passing second. Then she got to me and walked right past me. I went into shock. My heart broke in that second.

I started wondering where I’d gone wrong, what I’d done. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter to me anymore. I looked down at my book so no one could see the depth of my disappointment.

Then I felt it, the tiniest little tapping on my shoulder. I turned and there she was sitting down right next to me and smiling. “Lighten up,” she said. “I was just fucking with you.”

“Whuh,” türkçe bahis I said. Sandy and I would often comment on the elegance of the first words I said to her.

“Sandy,” she said, proudly sticking out her tiny, long fingered hand for me to shake. I just stared at it. “It’s about God damned time,” she smiled. “Can you feel this?”

“Huh?” I said.

“Us,” she said still beaming at me. “It’s like bathing in a beam of light. It’s all warm and tingly.”

I literally had no words. I was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of our professor.

Throughout my life, I’ve always been a very good student. I’m relatively smart, though no Mensa candidate. But that first class, even though it was only orientation, was the hardest class I’ve ever had. The professor seemed to drone on and on for hours talking about God knows what. I don’t remember a single word that he said. I was lucky I took every handout he gave us and put them dutifully into my folder to review later. Had I not, I’d have been doomed.

I spent every second of that class, trying my hardest not to stare at the crimson haired angel to my right. Whenever I did cautiously look over at her, she was always smiling and catching me staring at her. A couple of times I did see her taking notes, or so I thought. But that only made me feel worse because I started wondering what she was taking notes on and if I should be writing something down also. Later I took a look at her notebook and was shocked to see that she wasn’t taking notes at all. She’d spent most of the class drawing little hearts and angels. I hoped that they were about us.

Then mercifully soon the class ended. I looked at my watch and found out that the three hours of torture I’d just endured, had only been 45 minutes. The professor had ended that first class after going over his syllabus and explaining the rules of his class and how we’d be graded.

All around us, the other students were picking up their belongings and leaving. Sandy turned to me and smiled again.

“You never did tell me your name, Honey,” she said. She picked our conversation up as if we’d or actually she’d never stopped talking.

“Dale,” I said. “Dale Masters.”

“Ooh, I like that,” she said. “Put us together and we sound like one of those snooty little towns that don’t let just anybody live in them.”

“Huh?” I said.

“You know, like Riverdale, or Sunnydale,” she smiled. She had a way of making everything seem logical just by punctuating it with that smile. No matter how retarded it sounded, if she smiled when she said it, I went for it.

“Riverdale is the city from the Archie comics,” she said. “And Sunnydale is the town that Buffy the vampire slayer lives in. You and me, we’d make Sandydale.”

“Oh,” I said. “As if I had a clue what the fuck she was talking about.

“Grab your stuff, Honey,” she said. “We have to get out of here.”

There it was. The first time she ever used her magical powers on me. It was stronger than hypnosis, stronger than a hex or a spell and it would take me years to develop the power to resist it. I’d planned on spending the night after my first class, reading the file on one of my new accounts at work. But when she muttered the magical word “WE”, I was powerless to resist her.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, she reached out and took my hand. I swear to God, I felt sparks shoot out of my ass as she touched me. From then on, I was hers.

The surprising thing about it was, that though I was sure that she was an angel descended from heaven to reward me for some good deed I’d done in a past life, most of my friends simply weren’t that impressed with her.

“She’s okay,” said most of them, after meeting her. My best friend Tom, who was a security consultant, was kinder. “She’s pretty,” he said.

The rest of my friend’s comments were less kind. “Uhm, how can you see her face under all of those freckles,” said one.

“I hate red heads, they’re the spawn of the devil,” said another.

“She must be the PRESIDENT of the itty bitty titty committee,” claimed yet another.

My first ex friend, told me that I should make her walk backwards and bent over so her best feature would show. The fight was brief, but intense, and after it, no one who wanted to remain my friend would dare say anything negative about her in my presence. I think they realized after the fight that I was seriously in love. That didn’t mean that they stopped digging at me, but they understood.

Sandy also loved the jokes about us. Like the time they gave me a year’s supply of burn ointment for my birthday. The card simply said, “For your dick.”

Sandy figured it out before I did and she laughed for almost an hour. She was still in tears when she finally explained it to me.

“You know how they call redheads “Fire crotch”, she said.

From that first day that we’d met in class, Sandy had been convinced that we were soul mates and would always be together.

“It’s about God güvenilir bahis siteleri damned time,” she’d told me. Sandy had grown up with two other sisters. She’d watched for years as both of her sisters attracted and married men, but she never seemed to find anyone who wanted a real relationship with her. She could put on a bikini and have guys up and down the beach begging to lick her ass, and even a boyfriend or three. But until she met me she’d never really felt that spark.

“A lot of guys are simply not into redheads,” she said. “I tried wearing a wig once and got a bunch of guys. But I want someone who loves me for me. I guess I’m an acquired taste. When I walked into that classroom and saw the way you looked at me and how cute you are, that was it. I just knew in my heart that we were meant to be together. Till death do us part.”

To fast forward and cut to the chase, Sandy was right. I went on and got my MBA and married Sandy. She gave up her career as a waitress to take care of me. To say that things moved quickly was an understatement. I’d met Sandy’s entire family before we had another session of the class. She’d moved in with me in less than a month and we were engaged before the class ended.

Things between us were as perfect as she thought they’d be. We never argued, which was good because I’d never have won any of them anyway. Each year seemed to find us more in love than the previous ones did. Every night when I got home Sandy was there to take care of me after a hard day of work.

We took several vacations a year and had a great life. That was the way that things went for twelve fucking years. Earlier this year the wheels came off of the train of matrimonial bliss.

Sandy and I were so close that we could sense, like most married couples when something wasn’t right. To put it into Star Wars terms, I felt a disturbance in the force. I was sure that it was nothing, maybe I’d forgotten something. Sandy and I had always been honest with each other. I really believed that was part of why our marriage was so successful. So I asked her, what was going on.

I expected her to smile and ask me what the hell I was talking about. She was after all the CEO and managing director of “us.” So if she didn’t think there was a problem, there probably wasn’t.

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” she said. “I kind of hoped that you wouldn’t. Most husbands wouldn’t have.” She’d said all of this in a very quiet voice. It was so different from her usual loud and brassy delivery that it scared me.

“Notice what?” I snapped. I was afraid for the first time since I’d met her.

“Dale do you remember the first time we met?” she asked. I nodded as I looked at her and she took my hand.

“Do you remember how I told you that I knew as soon as I saw you that you were into me?” she asked.

“Of course, I do,” I said. “You told me that you were an acquired taste,” I laughed.

Then I noticed that she wasn’t laughing. “What happened?” I asked.

“A couple of days ago, when we were at the Miller’s party,” she began. “We met that new guy. Richard Grayson.”

“I remember,” I said tersely. I’d hated that motherfucker from sight. He was a real douche bag. He was also a fucking giant. He was 6′ 7″ and weighed over 240lbs. He was rich as hell and owned several businesses.

I was no slouch. I’d been promoted several times over the past twelve years and was the regional director of sales for our entire corporation. I pulled down a very healthy salary but this guy was a fucking gazillionaire. I drove a very nice customized Mustang Boss 302. He drove a Ferrari GT40.

“When I first saw him at the party,” continued Sandy. “Our eyes locked and I knew that he was into me too.”

“What did he do?” I yelled. From just her words I was upset and screaming. I snatched my hand away from hers and back away.

“Nothing, Dale,” she said. “He didn’t do anything. But I could tell from the way that he looked at me that he wants me badly.”

“Well, he can’t fucking have you,” I said. “We’re married. You’re mine. He can’t buy you. He can’t borrow you. Case closed.”

She just looked up at me, then. It was the most pain I’d ever felt in my life. Sandy and I didn’t have kids, but I’d imagine that it felt the way you’d feel if one of your kids dies. I felt my legs nearly give out. I sat down in a chair to compose myself.

“Dale, Honey what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I snapped. “Fuck it. I hope the two of you are very fucking happy together.”

“What are you talking about?” she snapped back. She was acting like this was somehow my fault. But I knew that it wasn’t.

I grabbed my keys off of the counter and headed for the door. “Dale, where are you going? Dinner is almost ready,” she said.

“Out,” I said. “I need to clear my head.” I was almost out the door before I heard her crying. For once I didn’t turn and go back. Less than ten minutes later, I was flying down the freeway. The incredibly loud and raucous exhaust note from my barely legal race car drowned out only by the blast from my retardedly loud stereo. I always liked my music loud but that day it was cranked to the max. My gaze was riveted to the road ahead, though my mind was somewhere else.

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