Shortly after Timothy earned Jude's apology for her searing ire 2 weeks ago, she promptly packed her and the children's luggage, thereafter leaving Frank's house as the Howards returned back in their mansion at last. Especially after reuniting again.

Afterwards they had a scrumptious dinner together and unpacked their baggage, hence, they spent some time with the children until it was bedtime for them by bathing them, changing their garments and wrapping up them warmly as they fell asleep with a lullaby.

When the couple had more leisure time since the children were eventually slumbering and they forgave one another, they yearned to feel each other's soft, mossy skins contacting and connecting in the same time. Their essences linking along as they interweave. To savor one another's luscious lips, releasing sultry groans and moans from the top of their lungs. Inhaling each other's ravishing fragrance of their perfumes and hairs. Shutting tightly their eyelids, relishing its sexy moment which they hankered to experience since days.

When Timothy was in the bathroom, contemplating his own reflection on the mirror that hung over the sink, his chocolate brown eyes were fixed on the razor he used to shave his stubble beard, keeping his appearance neat. Once he was done with shaving his facial beard, hence, he stepped in the shower naked until the en-suite bathroom's door opened as Jude was wearing nothing than her lacy bloody red lingerie, covering almost her stark body.

Her mane of honey old Hollywood curls peaked her shoulders, framing her gorgeous, hardly wrinkled face. Smug, megawatt smirk, honed up in the corner of her naturally rosy-coloured lips, glowing in the dim lit bathroom where they were all alone, fortunately. Honey brown eyes fixed on his youthful, fresh face.

"You should have knocked, sweetie!" Timothy mumbled until she approached him in seductive manner, trying to be as sexy as much for him, placing a forefinger between the gap of his lips, piercing her breathtaking hazel eyes into his chocolate mist pools.

"Shu, shu, shu, darling! It's okay." The blonde shushed in tempting way in soft voice. "At least, I am the only awake for now." She opted to soothe him without any further reluctance and ado.

Meanwhile the former nun cupped his cheek with her other hand as she replaces her index finger by removing it, capturing his lips in kiss, sealing their lips by closing their eyes. He got exceedingly aroused as his manhood got tight once he saw Jude wearing nothing but her lace red lingerie that drew his attention, besides her soft shush rang in his ears as an angel anthem. Sensual sensations sent electroshock through their bodies.

"Just imagine if it wasn't you." Timothy scoffed, omitting a brisk chuckle as she joined him. Feeling the potent of her hazel eyes, beaming into his chocolate brown eyes with desire, love and lust. He was cupping her cheeks in the palms of his hands. "It would be," He struggled to utter.

"Sweetie, of course, I won't let ya bleed and die in a pool of blood if an intruder invades our home," She paused as her only free hand snaked up to her back, unclasping with ease her bra and discarding on the tiled floor with a single click. "I would get the gun and shoot the bastard until he doesn't leaves us in peace." The older woman winked at him as a smug, tempting grin spread across her lips.

"You are so dangerous and protective." He added as she pressed her bare chest on his toned chest. He could no longer bear the abstinence as a barrier between his venereal and in general needs and the patience that blocked the way. Her erected nipples squeezed by the pressure of one another's torsos had a mesmerizing effect as Jude sensed her folds already soaked, howsoever, crying for his manhood being inside her and grant him the pleasure he deserves.

"Especially if it comes up to family and friends." She silenced him as she crashed her lips into his, moving her hands up to his shoulders by clasping them circa as he shifted his mammoth hands by gripping her by the hips, lifting her up during the passionate kiss, shutting their eyes as they relished the moment.

As their kisses were growing ferocious, their wet tongues began dueling against one another until Jude's tongue won its domination, plugging it inside his mouth by deepening the kiss, whereas his fingertips caressed her inner thighs as he held her by the hips. Muffled groans and moans were set free like spirits of a haunted house that roamed all over the cursed building, swimming in the bathroom. Fortunately, the children's room wasn't linked with the bathroom and the couple's bedroom as the passionate cries were colliding in the four wall bathroom, clunged to one another. 

Then he switched as she was pressed against the tiled bathroom's walls as his lips slithered from her lips as its tongue lingered her neck, peppering it at first with feather and gentle kisses until they escalated up to ruthless and savage, as her muffled, soft moans were louder as soon as he nibbled the silky skin of her delicate neck.

"Goddamn! You are doing it great." The blonde emboldended the younger man as she couldn't any longer bear the void that overspread inside her core which hasn't felt the motion of his skin thrusting in and out. Running fingers through his chestnut hair as she cocked back her head, arching her assaulted neck with kisses and nibbles as he left obscurely a handful of hickeys on her collarbone and neck, inked on her palish skin.

"Don't you know how I longed for this?" Timothy whispered sensually as his tongue slided from her neck, slowly down to her chest until he wrapped his drenched lips around her erected nipple as his other hand caressed her thigh slowly, sultrily until his fingers felt something lacy beneath its touch, provocing his adrenaline that boiled inside him as if a malevolent storm was coming. 

"Oh fuck!" She moaned softly as she talked under her breath in low voice, relishing its arousing sensation that conquered their bodies as her folds were soaking and soaking. She craved for his length inside her core at last. Then her petite, creamy hands lowered from his hair to his back, digging her manicured nails in his muscular back, leaving tracks of her wild side which she rarely demonstrated. Especially for her one of a kind or to be exact her Achilles' Heel.

He sucked and licked her nipple as she removed her hand from his back by pawing her right breast, while his other hand managed to yank with ease her lacy underwear which was the sole thing that covered her almost stark body until it established on the tiled flooring with her discarded bra. 

Afterwards he dropped her considerately out of his grip as she stepped on the lukewarm tiled floor as her bare feet contacted its vague coldness which was sufficiently endurable for her. Meantime, they opened their eyes as Timothy didn't take his chocolate orbs off her as they were filled with desire, lust and love as a flame blazed into his eyes, exposing its genuine tinges. Smug, unremitting smirks distorted across their lips. 

He knew what he was exactly doing. 

"Fuck me under the streaming shower!" The former nun's plea was satis audible for his ears, jingling a joyous tune.

"As you wish, Sister Jude!" He jeered at her by addressing her the title and the ecclesiatical name which the blonde used to be under once as she faked a grimaced face by mischievously grinning at him, approaching him as she tried to be as much as bootylicious for him. Just for him.

"Oh!" She felt the warm shower water's relaxing stream by showering their naked bodies and hairs, drenching them to bones as she grabbed him by the shoulders, spinning him in a single motion as their eyes met, locking up his voluptuous gaze which she scarcely can resist and look away from it. In the meanwhile, his hands cupped her cheeks, admiring one another's fascinating facial features. "Monsignor, your imagination is so poor what your honeying utterances are causing to me!" The middle-aged former nun responded in mocking manner without breaking their intense eye contact as she removed her hand from his shoulder by ebbing down to his hard manhood, caressing it and jerking it as his groans and moans in pleasure and pain were interweaving with what he exactly felt in the same time. Shutting firmly his eyelids.

"Your caresses and touchs are driving me crazy. Insanely crazy!"

"Shush, sweet boy! I know how to make you feel real so good." The former woman of the clergy shushed to him as he grabbed her by the hips, pressing her against the wall without hurting her back abruptly as she positioned his member at her entrance as her legs were clasped around his waist, giving each other time until Timothy commences to thrust inside her.

"I missed you so much, rare bird!" The former man of the cloth mentioned as he gasped, feeling his manhood inside her, filling the emptiness she has achieved for 2 weeks, compensating the sorrow and grief they experienced during their absence of seeing one another. Her arms were wrapped around his upper back, keeping her balance steady. "The idea of being without you was killing and destroying me in every way."

"I missed you much more than ya think, darling! It was unbearable being without you." They looked up at each other's darkened faces with overtones of perennial libido, torturing them not until they re-united again and were able to pleasure themselves. They were more than ready to feel their skins linking altogether after throbbing days of loneliness and lack of romance. 

The former holy man began thrusting in and out inside her core as he felt already her walls contracting as with each thrust, less painful was for her as groans and moans were incessantly overspreading in the en-suite bathroom. She clawed hawkishly his back as welts and scratches traced his bare toned back as her full, round breasts bounced up, shutting her eyes as Timothy relished the sight of Jude as she resembled an angel. By the way her breasts were bouncing, cocking back her head as she arched her neck, his cock's baptized in her juices and her face were arousing him even more, aggravating everything else. 

"Oh fucking God! You are a beast. Wow!" She was overwhelmed with their concupiscence which they mutually shared and connected, their essences splicing. 

"You are so tight. Do I make you feel that good, my sexy angel?"

"Indeed! Why do you even ask when the answer is apparent?" Jude struggled by stammering as she muttered.

No response was followed after her inquiry after all. Their climaxes were approaching as his thrusts accelerated, moaning and groaning in endless pleasure as she ran her long, elegant fingers through his chestnut hair, tangling them. Seconds later he planted his seed inside her core as their hindmost moans dwelled out from the top of their lungs as  their hearts drastically raced.

"Oh God! That was the best." Jude exclaimed plainly.

"You were fantastic as always, Judy!" The younger man rejoindered as he dropped down the older lady, stepping beside him under the splashing jet that drenched them from head to toes, opening her eyes at last. 

"You were either." She commented optimistically in encouraging way. 

***

A couple of days later

4th of June, 1970

As the days advanced and the summer's season was coming soon with its sweltering days and weeks, the kindergarten days for the twins and Kaitlyn weren't the best at all. The twins were always being teased by their peers their parents used to be devoted members of the church, besides Kaitlyn was notorious because of her father, who had never the chance to see his daughter even once. Their kindergarten teacher noted something even bizarre behind their peers, who bullied Ellie, Tristan and Kaitlyn as they tried their best to stand for them, although without any success.

Today it was Jude's turn to go to the kindergarten with Sally and get their children since it was passing five o'clock in the afternoon, while Timothy decided to stay at home with Agnes and teaching her to read and write.

The scintillating sunrays which were dazzling the both women's eyes as they paid attention to their path and drowning themselves in long, logical discussions about adults and their issues, they walked up to the kindergarten, relishing the late spring's vibes that embraced them outside. The daylight bathed with its pale light everything below as if its sunlight carpet was sheeting. 

What it was bothering the both ladies was actually the discrimination against their children which were like stained scars on their souls, racking them relentlessly, restlessly. 

"I can't believe these rascals can be that mean." Sally commented frustrated as she wiped with the back of her forearm her perspirating forehead. 

"I know how do ya feel, Sally. Because I am struggling with the same issue either." The former sister of the church confessed as her heart was hammering in her chest through the heating days as if she was in the barrens of a desert. 

"Let's not forget Ms.Morrison called me the last night about my daughter, who was being mocked by the rowdies." 

"What she said about Kaitlyn?" The blonde enquired concerned, glancing at the oracle's face that shone once the sunlight airbrushed her complexion. 

"She mentioned that my daughter is being bullied and she's distancing from her own peers as the only children she plays with are Ellie and Tris." The younger woman commenced to explain plainly, licking her lips in unsettled manner since it concerned not only the Howards twins, but also Sally and her sole daughter. "And she needs to socialize more and more with other kids on her age." In the meanwhile, Jude listened attentively her friend without peeling a word as she entirely respected her not only as a friend, moreover perceiving her as a strong, persistent, unarguably intelligent and caring young woman, who has confronted plenty of monsters in her life. 

"It's logical to isolate herself from them. It makes sense why she doesn't wants to interract to children who share exactly the same age." The older lady cleared her throat, holding her black purse. "They sneer at her and that's why she doesn't have many friends at all."

"Ellie and Tris have the same problem just like my daughter."

Then the former pious member of the clergy couldn't contain a husky chuckle, escaping her damp, perfectly shaped lips, disdaining the circumstance that as mothers they faced with the same issue they encountered since their children attend regularly a kindergarten and they are no longer at home for all day with their families. Their heels clicked in bustling way. 

"It's goddamn true but it's not our fault why our children aren't that sociable or having more buddies with a couple of exceptions." The blonde resumed her utterance, pouting her plump, rosy-coloured lips.

"Indeed! Judy, has Ms.Morisson ever called you?"

"She did."

"When?"

"The last night too."

As soon as the both mothers were nigh the kindergarten's area by contemplating its brisk, life-like scenery of sprinting, laughing and screaming children that restored to life its area, in the meantime, the both women saw from far away the twins and Kaitlyn being lambasted by nobody else than their tutor Ms.Morrison, herself.

A handful of feets divided them from their children. 

"Listen, Tristan and Kaitlyn!" The kindergarten's teacher wasn't actually an affable lady at all. She yelled with contempt at the more bashful and more introverted kindergarteners like Tristan and Kaitlyn for example. "This anti-social behaviour can no longer be tolerated once you are part of this facility and its responsibilities. I don't even know to whom I am talking to anymore." She lifted a forefinger right into their eyes though their proximity was centimetres. 

Ms. Bartholomew Morrison was actually a woman in the midlife age especially in the beginning of her 50s. Bartholomew had a pale skin tone, followed by neck length chestnut bob haircut with fringe, covering her entire forehead, short height around 5'2 with chubby body structure, roundabout face, piercing ocean blue eyes with rosewood-coloured lips. As usually, the kindergarten teacher was keen fan of wearing pastel yellow and green and in each hue garments by wearing them daily. Bartholomew was divorced woman with 3 children as they are already grown-up, besides she  lived alone. She has been a kindergarten teacher for 2 straight decades.

While Bartholomew spoke with contempt at the infants, Jude and Sally narrowed furiously their eyebrows, gawking skeptically at the dramatic scene that grabbed promptly their attentions. Mutually chattering about the obnoxious middle-aged woman along.

"It's not our fault why they neglect us." Ellie opted to defend her twin brother and friend by whining, crossing her tiny arms, glaring up at her mildly wrinkled face as her baby pinkish lips pouted. She was fed up yo being blamed with her brother and Kaitlyn for the discrimination. In the interim, Tristan and Kaitlyn gawked blankly, emotionlessly at Bartholomew's face, abstaining from adding a comment as otherwise their goose is going to be cooked, besides 

"Oh, shut up, you little rascal!" The elder lady  rejoinder as she scowled, rolling her eyes.

"Sally, we should hurry up and speak to Ms. Morrison!" Jude cautioned as the both women vaguely sped up up to the kindergarten yard's area, a tad raising her voice since her ire was cooking and brewing inside her like strenuously jolting lighting bolts down, shaking the earth.

"This bitch hasn't got the right to touch her." The oracle hissed through gritted teeth as soon as the both ladies zinged up to the kindergarten's fence door that was askew opened.

"Until you don't socialize, you won't pass even your first year in the kindergarten!" Ms.Morrison menaced until she sensed the presence of the both mothers of the mentally harassed children standing alongside her, piercing a glare into her face.

"Ms.Morrison?" The both outraged women cried out loud the kindergarten teacher's last name, drawing her attention in no time as she turned to them.

"Good evening, ladies!" She faked her smile on her darkened face of malice, imprinted on the look which is undeniably recognizable. 

"It's not that good, Ms!" Sally muttered out as Kaitlyn immediately dangled her tiny arms around her calves in awkward manner, evading as much as possible her tutor's vicious glares which horrified and haunted the little girl. 

"Mrs.Howard and Ms.Whigham, the problem isn't in me for your anti-social children. It's all their fault for their odd behaviour."

"I don't see anything wrong with distancing themselves from problematic kids, Ms.Morrison!" Jude was beyond jaded and livid by the exasperating woman that was trying to manipulate and twist the mothers' minds otherwise by putting the blame on Ellie, Tristan and Kaitlyn for disassociating. 

"Mrs.Howard, do you think it's okay to see your children interracting to nobody else than Kaitlyn?"

"At least, it's just one child and they gradually improve their communication and interraction with the others especially their own peers."

"I am sorry but the things won't work like that." The older brunette clarified, placing her hands on her hips as she glared haughtily Jude and Sally. 

Whilst the 3 adults disputed restlessly, the twins and Kaitlyn were supporting their mothers for standing for them especially when they needed them the most, besides they contemplated them by the motion of their lips which quivered as they evoked exclaimations. 

***

"Held you tight. 'Cause I love. Love you so. Promise I'll never!" Music played via the gramophone, sailing in the background.

"Ms.Morrison is really big-headed woman, thinking Ellie, Tris and Kaitlyn for unsocial kids just because they weren't able to interract with them, due to their arrogance and discrimination." Jude stated frustrated by sipping her glass of wine as the couple were cuddling on the sofa, their glasses of Italian red wine sat motionlessly on the coffee table. She propped on her elbows as she reclined on his chest, his strong, muscly arms snaked around her slim waist, throwing back her head as it rested on his shoulder. 

In this moment, songs were looping on the gramophone, playing in the living room background as Jude and Timothy were lastly available to spend some time together, while their children were tugged in their beds from 2 hours ago. 

"It's unfair but try to relax, sweetheart!" The younger man opted to soothe his wife though she was inundated with opulent pressure and stress from earlier today, blinking her eyes as he kissed the back of her head as its apple aroma of her hair was taunting his nostrils, toying with him.

"How am I able to relax when she's trying to tell me what are my children even Sally's daughter without realizing even 1 child is enough to play with if they are about to finish their first kindergarten year?"

"It's understandable, however, probably she's either dumb and playing it silly or otherwise she's overbearing woman."

"Let you go. In the still of the night. I remember. That night in May. The stars were bright above. I'll hope and I'll pray."

"Perhaps she's both, if you ask me." The blonde replied dryly, heaving a gasp.

"I think she's just an arrogant woman. It's not ocassional her children left her when they turned 18."

"It makes sense." Raspy chuckle escaped her drizzly lips as her wine-stained breath nipped his face. "I hope she lets them pass the first year."

"I truly believe they're going to pass toughly until there's always way how they are going to pass the kindergarten year."

To be continued...