Flashback

1970

In the future she'd look, rethinking and assimilating the difference between now and the past. If she thought over her impulse earlier, she wouldn't be there, suffering in the corners of the darkness in the limbo.

"Timothy, please stop this!" Jude attempted to evade his slaps as much as possible, trying to escape his venomous claws within moments though his violent nature. He hurtled up to her, taking steps forward which mortified her even more as her heart was ponderously hammering in her chest, while wry tears streamed down her brittle, parchment cheeks as she could no longer bear this violence which he demonstrated today.

The blonde wasn't capable of sprinting even be as quick as possible until another slap was smacked across her face, caressing its slapped spot as his well-defined, handy fingers vaguely imprinted sanguine tint on her right cheek, yelping in pain. Her heartache escalated though she profound was doted on him and must defend herself against the physical violence she experienced, anguishing her.

"Darling, think a bit about us and our baby girl!" The former woman of the cloth cried out loud in agony, gritting her teeth as she abided stoic, although her lack of physical strength to and she wasn't a keen fan of physical violence at all. "Do you remember how much you changed my life with our little precious princess? How about by the way you touched and caressed me?" Instead of hearing his verbal response, his slaps whirled around them until she bewailed in sore pain, unable to persuade him to him.

"Ouchh! At least, one man would notice his wife's pain and suffer. But a monster won't," She stammered, struggling with uttering a syllable since she verged to curl up in ball on the tilled kitchen flooring. Then he grabbed her relentlessly by her mane of old Hollywood honey curls, tugging her by dragging her towards him for another slap as she covered her face in ashamed manner, her puffy, reddish eyes producing bitter tears. "Ouchh! Frank was absolutely right. I think it would be better listening to him and not letting my impulse reign my hopes!" The middle-aged woman set free a squeal.

"Do not allow your impulse to reign your hopes, Judy!"

The desperate blonde recalled ideally her old friend's advice, remembering the wisdom in its words, while their adopted daughter watched in horror under the kitchen table the brutal scenery of domestic violence. Scenery, she has never ever seen in her fresh, yeasty life as she was child herself yet, besides it mortified the nonchalant little girl.

"Be forever with me! For eternity loving and worshiping for better or worse, for rich and poor, for," Jude could no longer bear its pain, curling in a ball, shortly after she bowed on his feet and kneeling before him, sobbing until dozens of unexplainable slaps were smacked across her face, while he just didn't respond to her words and pleas.

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Nowadays

1964

2 days later

The morning was embraced by the eloquent, elating songs of the chirping birds outside. In the wee hours of the serene morning, the scintillating sunrays crept through the window closed curtains, blinding the already wed couple's shut eyelids, protecting from the lustrous daylight and sunrays, bathing the room in sunlight.

In the meantime they lightly snored as their quiet, peaceful snores sailed up in their sufficiently expansive bedroom they shared together. Neither too big, nor too small. It was just perfect their love nest for the former devotional members of the clergy they shared along.

All of a sudden, the middle-aged woman woke up to a muffled, warm breath that faintly throbbed her face and scalp as her unkempt mane of golden of curls was ruffled on the pillow, lying against Timothy's motionless, still slumbering bare body.

Meanwhile she rubbed with her fragile, parchment fists her eyelids, emitting a regular yawn, as a result of coming to her senses at last.

As soon as she eventually came to her senses, all she can recall as graphic, explicit memories from her wedding night with Timothy, having a remarkable night. An instinctive, mischievous smile honed up in the corner of her plumpish, rosy-coloured lips when she thought of the graphic memories, perfectly remembering the soft, mossy skins contacting without dividing any inch proximity, the muffled, luscious moans, the scrumptious taste of their mouths.

Suddenly the former promiscuous nightclub singer heard her husband's stirring up, drawing her attention in no time as he stretched his muscular, stark arms, thereafter rubbing his drowsy eyelids with his larger fists until he opened fully his warm chocolate brown eyes, meeting Jude's gaze and enthralling smile, hugging her lips. He couldn't contain himself as he returned her a beaming, charming smile, flashing on his shining, young-looking yet face.

"Good morning, my love!" She whispered in honeyed voice as her lips pursued for his, pressing on his as it sustains for celestial eternity instead of a bleak handful of seconds, blinking in seductive manner as her eyelashes unfurled like wings.

"Good morning, my wife!" Timothy said softly, pressing his lips on hers by capturing them in a morning, sultry kiss, letting himself to relish the first romantic moments which have already started.

"Mmm, Timothy! That...was," The former sister of the church mumbled half asleep, blinking.

It's a circumstance they'd done it especially the night before. Their wedding night was the longest night in their entire lives for experiencing paroxysmal, endless pleasure and felicity which they have never harvested ever unless everything happened so.

"Jude," They lastly broke off the kiss. The former man of the cloth echoed inwardly, softly as it rang a hallowed hymn in her ear, molting her heart abruptly, cupping her cheek by caressing it with the tips of his fingers, staring right into her honey brown eyes, radiating sheer glee, love, desire and lust. Glee, which rarely sparkled as sparks into her abysmal, enciting hazel pools. "Judy Martin!" By the way he spelled each syllable of her name. By the way it sounded to the older lady, she couldn't repress a growing smile across her lips, moving up her hand up to his dark hair, running her fingers slowly through its softness, admiring it. She closed her eyes, loving by the way Timothy spelled her name as she was on cloud nine.

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Flashback

Yesterday

They had such a mesmerizing day as first of all they had a private wedding, consequently, celebrating the whole day in dancing and having an expensive dinner, afterwards having a romantic moonlight picnic with a bowl of cherries, chocolate candies and bottle of champagne under the gleaming moonlight, dropping its nocturnal light below, illuminating partly their gleeful, porcelain complexions.

Timothy helped Jude with setting the picnic blanket, followed by the bowl of mouth-watering cherries, sweet champagne, empty, unused glasses for champagne and chocolate candies.

"It's going to be a fun night, darling!" The blonde giggled girlishly, demurely as she laid the bowl of cherries and the bottle with alcoholic beverage on the picnic blanket, embellishing it until they sat freely, effortlessly.

"For sure, my rara avis!" Timothy couldn't agree more with her words as soon as they sat on the picnic blanket, sitting alongside one another and pouring champagne in their glasses as Timothy helped with by grasping the bottle, while Jude held considerately each glass, releasing a husky, jubilant chuckle, escaping her lips.

"Our night!" When the former priest left the bottle of champagne aloof, then he took his glass of champagne as they raised a toast, consequently clinking together and sipping the alcoholic beverage and afterwards holding its glass.

"I have always waited for this to happen and look at us! It happened!" The former woman of the cloth emphasized happened, resting her head on his broad, muscular shoulder, relishing its moment of being safe and loved in Timothy's company. Then the recently married couple couldn't help but giggle merrily along.

"To be honest, I've never imagined such a life. Especially as a holy man."

"Oh really?" Another husky cackle escaped her damp lips, chewing her bottom lip as she looked up at him. "You have always thought the church, God and took vows are going to be your life."

"Exactly! Until I didn't meet somebody special."

"Let me guess who's that somebody special!" The blonde played it silly as she was blandly inquisitive who he meant that somebody special, despite she already knew its answer to her rhetoric question. Temporal silence arched between them. "Isn't the person whose head is resting on your shoulder?"

"Definitely! It's you, rare bird!" Thereafter they burst out laughing, could no longer contain its lack of fun and joy dominating in their romantic, evening atmosphere. "You changed my life on 360 degrees. You are the woman, who hung the moon since I first laid eyes on you. You broke the curse which I was being down with for ages, when I loved more God and the church than myself unless you appeared in my life. Just like that! Everything drastically changed for better." The younger man declared softly as he dangled an arm around her shoulder, rubbing her upper back, enjoying its moment of desolation by spending it with nobody else than the love of his life by his side and celebrating their wedding night. Meantime the older woman listened to him with ginormous enthusiasm, without peeling a single word during his speech.

"I'm honored for changing your life, sweetie!" He planted a kiss on her temple as she closed her eyes for a while, gulping in a single sip the champagne. "I couldn't be happier to be part of your life and most of all changing it." She repeated, lowering her voice in sensual way, inhaling sharply. "Because you changed my life either." The blonde furthered, confessing.

"I'm glad to hear it. I cannot imagine a world without you, Jude!" In the interim, the former nun couldn't resist its growing, smug grin, kissing her lips. "I'd like to share abundance of future plans that have to do with us. Part of our paradise as well!"

"Our honeymoon," She stammered, listing one of the cardinal plans at first, pausing by grabbing immediately the champagne's bottle, filling her glass to the half until she left its bottle sitting motionlessly on the picnic blanket aloof. "Where it shall take its place?"

"It's going to be on Martha's Vineyard as well. Just two of us will be there for a few weeks and throughout we will adopt a lovely child, welcoming It in our little family."

"Aww! Ya don't know how it fills my heart with such bright hopes and happiness." When Timothy mentioned about adopting a child, bittersweet tears betrayed to gush down her smooth, mossy cheeks as its dew pooled her frail eyelids. Even if she didn't have the opportunity to bear his children, at least, they would adopt one and have it as their own. On one hand, it broke her heart when the heartaching topic was raised. The children's one. On other hand, she couldn't be more tremendously gleeful to adopt one child and perceive it as her own, and only her own. "I'd love to adopt a child and teaching and loving it as our own!"

"It's going to be such a honor to be parents together whether if the child is all ours or otherwise adopted!"

What the both lovers felt was humongous desire and lust, besides they no longer tolerated its lack of caresses, touches and kisses though it was their night. The whole night was all theirs. Marrying the night!

As the night progressed, they spent in long, rational discussions, drinking and eating as they almost emptied the bottle of champagne as its inebriety conquered their bodies, commanding them to lose rational control over their actions though not radically. Fortunately, they somewhat controlled their words, in spite of the alcohol that commanded them, prevailing their physical and mental tough stamina which they possessed when its sobriety oozed from them until they didn't booze with the champagne.

All of a sudden, Jude gripped him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards her as she got from the picnic blanket, seductively smirking at him by leaning against his ear, whispering in tempting manner:

"I'm no longer patient for the bedroom time!"

"Me either!" He let her grip commanding him as he got from the picnic blanket either, following her.

As the younger man escorted her, she as ferociously as a beast pressed her soaked lips on his soft ones, sealing them in a silencing, bombshell kiss as she walked backwards until she stumbled accidentally on a rock, verging to thump backwards on the grassy ground as Timothy was in charge and took control over everything, clasping an arm around her waist as the other one was under her legs, lifting her up in a bridal lift up to the front door, without interrupting the kiss as she giggled in coy way during the unintentional accident as her heart briskly raced in her ribs.

"It's okay. I got you, my rara avis!" The former man of the cloth whispered between the kiss without interrupting it bluntly, recklessly as the former holy woman shut her eyelids as soon as he carried her up to inside, opening the front door without releasing her from its lift and breaking off the kiss.

Once he stepped up in the hall by shutting the front door, then he headed up towards their bedroom, whereas carrying her yet in his protective, doting arms until they established in the bedroom, throwing her onto their king-sized bed which was decorated with scarlet velvet blanket and dark red cushions.

As soon as Jude was lying in the middle of the bed, she ushered him with a forefinger to come up to her as he followed her instructions without arguing, nor protesting. When he was on top of her, the former priest ran slowly his mammoth hands considerately from her shoulders to her biceps, caressing them as she set free soft moans with still shut eyes as their kisses grew aggressive when their tongues commenced dancing against one another, relishing its sweet, intoxicating moment they shared altogether.

Meanwhile her agile, petite hands cupped his face until one of her hands lowered to his shirt, working on his buttons by undoing them slowly, gradually until she plugged her tongue inside his mouth, deepening into a French kiss as thereafter one of his hands moved to her hair, running his fingers through her gorgeous long wavy golden hair, admiring its softness, while his other hand was clumsily unzipping her dress until she unclasped his shirt's buttons as his shirt unpeeled his skeleton, momentarily pooling the floor. She ran her hands up and down his toned chest, opening partly her eyelids to lock up his stare. Muffled, soft moans escaped their lips until she felt his nervousness and lack of sexual experience as she pressed the palm of her hand on his chest, sensing its rapidly, vigorously pulsating heart. He was bashful and insecure when it came up to intimacy and little did he know how to pleasure a woman as he didn't want to disappoint Jude, making her to feel down at all. Meantime Timothy offered her a modest smile, formed on his lips as they broke off the kiss, admiring each other's faces.

"Don't worry, sweet boy! I promise I'll make you feel real good." She whispered in sultry manner, sniggering as she moved up one of her hands to his chestnut hair, running her fingers through it, whereas her other hand was cupping his jawline. In the meantime, he ran delicately his hands once again up and down her bare back as he leaned peppering with feather and sensual kisses the bareness of her back, admiring its creaminess, whilst she cocked her head forward, arching her neck by releasing dozens of moans together, gave him an access from her neck to her upper back.

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Nowadays

"Did I make you feel real good, sweetheart? Hm?" She mumbled, gazing up at his chocolate brown eyes, staring right at his soul as she ran lightly her fingers from his jaw down up to his broad, muscular shoulders.

"Indeed! Of course, my love!"

"I'm honored." He moved up his hand to her wild, ruffled mane of old Hollywood honey curls, combing its tresses and admiring its delirious softness in the same time, blinking partly their drowsy eyes, inhaling inwardly.

Shortly afterwards, she positioned herself on top of him as her bare breasts were pressed on his chest, feeling beneath his toned, milky chest her erected nipples as she cupped his face in the palms of her hands, pursuing for his electrifying, enticing deep pools that drove her insane. An ivory smirk sparkled on her face as he returned back the smile she gave him.

"Be forever with me! For eternity," The blonde commenced to recite as her lips crashed with his, while his arms were thrown around her stark, slim waist, pulling her towards him.

"Loving and worshiping for better or worse," The younger man kept on, adding additional words to their reciting as he shifted down his hands from her slender waist to her buttocks, squeezing them in the palms of his strong hands.

"For rich and poor, for the sake of our happiness and sadness, be forever with me!" Judy concluded the sentence between the kiss as their kiss progressed as their soaked tongues began dueling against one another until his won its domination over her, deepening the kiss as his tongue was put inside her mouth, running her fingers vigorously through his chestnut hair, hence, gliding slowly, gradually from the nape of his silky neck to his muscly shoulders as he slithered his lips from hers until they peaked sluggishly to her neck, enjoying the eternal fountain of pleasure as their mellow moans and groans levitated in their love nest.

"Be forever with me, Timothy!' She threw back her head, arching her neck as they genuinely adored this moment of immense pleasure, sealing their brittle souls as she felt his soft, luscious lips peppering with light, loving kisses her neck and then using technically his teeth to nibble the silken skin of her neck.