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First Love – Part 3

First Love coverUpset by the boys’ conversation, Polly insists that her husband take over driving the car they are in. She wants to be with the girls where they won’t discuss anything off color—like the contours of Maddie’s chest.

All the boys hit him—hard—while he laughed. Maddie laughed too. She was used to these guys. One reason she was with them was because the girls drove her crazy. They were so giggly and girly, it made her ill. Cliquish, they came from well to do families. They were also members of Job’s Daughters. Maddie wasn’t either of these. Her father owned a small dry cleaners, her mother worked as a teacher at an elementary school. After school and on weekends, Maddie worked with her father at the cleaner’s.

The guys may be crass, but they talked about something other than cute shoes, shopping and dating. She’d been chatting about The Hobbit with Daniel earlier and music with Brad. They had shared interests and liked being able to talk about anything around her—including her breasts. Admittedly, she was pleased that at least one of them had noticed. She wasn’t sure the others even thought of her as female. Clayton summed it up—a guy with boobs. Was that what she was to them?

“Can we have on the radio, Mr. C?” Brad asked. “Mrs. C wanted to play Barry Manilow. It was a unanimous veto on that.”

“What makes you think I don’t like Barry Manilow?” he asked over his shoulder.

“Because you’re too cool to think It’s a Miracle for Mandy to Be Somebody’s Baby over on Avenue C,” Brad replied.

The boys gave him an evil eye.

“You know an awful lot about Barry Manilow,” Maddie said. “Are you sure you aren’t a closet fan?”

“My mom listens to Manilow like—all day and forces me to pollute my mind with his lyrics. But when she’s gone, I put on some Hendrix or a little Jeff Beck and rock the rafters.”

“I’m not much for Manilow either,” Craig admitted. “Okay. Maddie, pick a station.”

Delighted at being given that honor, she reached for the dial and turned it for a few seconds before coming to an audible station. The new, but familiar, opening strains of Love is Alive filled the car.

“Leave it there!” the boys yelled.

Maddie passed it, just to tease them, but went right back to it. She happened to like the song too. By the first chorus, they were singing with Gary Wright. Brad played air guitar, imitating the part to perfection. Clayton took bass. Daniel beat on the back of the seat to the drums. Maddie and Richard sang, harmonizing together. Craig bounced to the beat, tapping the steering wheel. They cheered when the song ended.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

 

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First Love – Part 2

First Love coverMadison Reynolds and other members of her church youth group are on a summer trip to a sister church in New Mexico. She is riding with the boys rather than the girls, because they are more interesting.

“No,” Clayton said loudly and firmly. “Or we get one of the girls in exchange. And Beverly will insist on coming over to bug me and the others will give in because they know she likes me. And they’re nothing but a bunch of giggling harpies. I can’t handle that. Not happening. No girls.”

Madison cleared her throat loudly. “Excuse me? Who’s a girl?”

“I don’t mean you,” Clayton replied without a hint of apology. “You’re like a guy—with boobs.”

“What?” She tried to hit him from the front seat, but he was too far away. “A guy—with boobs?”

“Enough!” Miss Polly yelled. “Apologize,” she demanded.

“I’m sorry. I acknowledge that you are not, in fact, male with female appendages.”

“Very nice ones,” Richard intoned from beneath his cap.

Madison could reach him from the where she sat. She leaned over the seat back and smacked him with a copy of The Hobbit she was reading.

“Ow! Ow! Unnecessary use of dwarves!” Richard yelled as he tried to climb over Brad.

“That’s it!” Polly signaled a lane change and pulled over to the shoulder.

The second station wagon pulled up behind her and Polly’s husband, Craig, got out. Skirting traffic, he ran to the car.

“Is everything all right?”

“We’re trading. I can’t handle these brutes another second.”

“Polly, it’s not time to change drivers.”

“Now,” she insisted. “I can’t stand what passes for male humor—or bonding—or whatever!” she stalked back to the car, grabbed her purse and coffee mug, before heading to the car with the girls.

He followed her as she rolled down the window. She handed him his coffee, started the car and took off. Craig ran to the other car, hopped in, checked traffic and pulled out after her.

“What did you do to my wife?” he asked the car in general.

“Nothing,” Brad and Clayton chorused.

“So, she just went crazy for no reason?” Craig checked the mirrors a changed lanes as his wife sped through traffic.

“They were just being guys,” Madison said. “I was ready to kill them myself.”

“Breasts were mentioned, Dad,” his son, Daniel, who had been silent before, commented from the rear. He was happily ensconced with the luggage and his own copy of The Hobbit.

“Breasts? Not your mother’s!” Craig was appalled.

“No, sir, Maddie’s,” Daniel explained.

“Someone tell me what happened. Be fast.”

Brad gave a 30 second account of the exchange. At the end, Craig was laughing.

“Understood. Okay, new car rule. No one mentions breasts unless in reference to poultry. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” they said in unison.

“Good.”

“Maddie has a very tasty turkey on her chest,” Richard teased as he settled for another nap.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

 

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First Love – Part 1

First Love coverFirst Love is a romantic suspense for younger readers. There is some language, but the situations aren’t specifically adult. This story is appropriate for readers 16+. Set in 1975, it is a story from another, simpler time. I hope you enjoy First Love.

Somewhere in Eastern Colorado, July 1975

Heat waves radiated from the pavement glittering like silvery-black puddles in the air. The ribbon of road stretched ahead of them, unending. The landscape hardly varied, one dusty brown mile after another. Here and there a cactus, scrawny tree or tumbleweed added some variety to the monotonous hued backdrop.

“Cows!” Brad yelled, breaking the silence. “Must be a hundred at least.”

“Dude, they’re like four,” his friend, Clayton, said in a bored tone.

“I’m estimating. That gives me 4,361 cattle.”

“That gives you five,” Clayton persisted. “And I have—what? Five.” He pointed to a lone bovine on his side of the car.

“Creative cattle counting. One is one—two is—” Brad tipped his head, closing one eye. “Fifty?”

“Then by that logic, my one cow is worth twenty-five.”

“No. One is one. Ask anybody. Isn’t one cow just one cow?” He appealed to the other six people in the station wagon.

“One is one—two is two,” Madison Reynolds pointed out. “But creative counting is accepted practice in Bury the Cows. He’s right, though, Brad. If two cows is worth fifty, one cow is twenty-five.”

“Fine. I concede that. But I’m still ahead.”

“You can’t count the billboard for the dairy, man. We discussed this.”

“Okay, but I’m still ahead.”

“You mean you were ahead,” Maddie pointed.

To their left, on Clayton’s side, there was a field of 100 actual cows.

“Who’s ahead now?” Clayton punched Brad in the shoulder.

“Shut up!” Richard yelled. “Some of us are trying to sleep.” He pulled his cap lower on his brow.

“Not my fault you’re hungover, Dick.” Brad nudged him sharply in the ribs.

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t stop that,” Richard warned. “I’m not hungover. And don’t call me Dick, that’s my dad’s name.”

“Oh. Okay. Your dad seriously goes by Dick?”

“Yeah, so?”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah.” Richard pulled off his cap, glaring at them. “What?”

Clayton and Brad laughed loudly.

“Boys,” the driver interjected. “This is a church youth group, not a men’s locker room. Behave!”

“Yes, Miss Polly,” they intoned.

She waved away their comment, knowing how completely insincere they were.

“Seriously, though. Dick?” Brad couldn’t let it alone.

“Miss Polly, can I change cars at the next stop?” Richard begged.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

 

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The Choice is Made!

First Love coverI got a little feedback, about what I expected. It’s my own form of proving Einstein’s definition of insanity correct. But I keep hoping…. In any case, after careful reflection and weighing the pros and cons of each choice, I decided to present First Love.

I know that no one voted for it, but I got to thinking about the other choices and decided that Mirrored, while a really good book, is way hotter than I should probably present on a public board. I will publish it next year instead. Love, Death and Pizza has the potential for inadvertently offending people, so I’ll wait on it, too. I got to reading through Poplar Mountain and there are some edits needed, so I dismissed it. That left First Love and A Novel Romance.

A Novel Romance is pretty steamy, too, so that left First Love. So…. Welcome to 1975! For some of you, this takes you back to your teens and twenties. To others, this is The Old Days before you were born. For me, it is a memory of a simpler time, of good friends and great music.

For those of you who like a steamy story, I’m sorry. This one is teenagers under 18, so there’s none of that naughty stuff. For those of you who like an action packed story with a little light romance, this is just the thing for you!

I hope you will enjoy First Love with me. Below is a teaser. The full story begins next Sunday, November 22. Break out your dancing shoes and get ready to dance the night away with Madison Reynolds and her friends.

Somewhere in Eastern Colorado, July 1975

Heat waves radiated from the pavement glittering like silvery-black puddles in the air. The ribbon of road stretched ahead of them, unending. The landscape hardly varied, one dusty brown mile after another. Here and there a cactus, scrawny tree or tumbleweed added some variety to the monotonous hued backdrop.

“Cows!” Brad yelled, breaking the silence. “Must be a hundred at least.”

“Dude, they’re like four,” his friend, Clayton, said in a bored tone.

“I’m estimating. That gives me 4,361 cattle.”

“That gives you five,” Clayton persisted. “And I have—what? Five.” He pointed to a lone bovine on his side of the car.

“Creative cattle counting. One is one—two is—” Brad tipped his head, closing one eye. “Fifty?”

“Then by that logic, my one cow is worth twenty-five.”

“No. One is one. Ask anybody. Isn’t one cow just one cow?” He appealed to the other six people in the station wagon.

“One is one—two is two,” Madison Reynolds pointed out. “But creative counting is accepted practice in Bury the Cows. He’s right, though, Brad. If two cows is worth fifty, one cow is twenty-five.”

“Fine. I concede that. But I’m still ahead.”

“You can’t count the billboard for the dairy, man. We discussed this.”

“Okay, but I’m still ahead.”

“You mean you were ahead,” Maddie pointed.

To their left, on Clayton’s side, there was a field of 100 actual cows.

“Who’s ahead now?” Clayton punched Brad in the shoulder.

© 2015 Dellani Oakes

 

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Sea of Destiny – Part 41

sea of destiny coverKyle discovers that Adam saw him with Vera. Humiliated and ashamed, Kyle tells Adam what happened and promises he will tell Emily.

“What were you thinking?” Adam accused.

“I was thinking that if I didn’t get away from my life for awhile, I was going to explode. Haven’t you ever done something really stupid? I mean, so completely asinine that you feel like there’s no hope of redemption?”

Adam blushed and Kyle knew he had and probably in what way. Hadn’t all men done that at one time or another?

“Yeah, okay. But you’re old enough to know better.”

Kyle’s laugh barked out catching them both by surprise. “Boy, you’re so full of shit…. Hell, my first major mistake got me married when I was about your age. The next biggie was last night and might possibly screw up my new chance at happiness. Know better? Right….”

A call came over the shipboard intercom. “Mr. Kyle Scott. Please report to the Purser’s Office. Kyle Scott, report to the Purser’s Office.”

He looked at Adam for clarification. “Who the hell is the Purser and where’s his office?”

“Like Gopher on the Love Boat. This way.”

Kyle followed the young man through the labyrinth of passages, decks and corridors until they were at the Purser’s office. He didn’t know what he was expecting to see, but it wasn’t what greeted him. Father Michael stood there calmly talking to the Purser and the Captain.

Captain Carter stepped forward, greeting Kyle like a long lost friend. “Mr. Scott, good morning. Father Michael wanted to see you.”

“So I see.” He glared at the priest, trying hard to keep a lid on his temper.

“You can step into the salon next door. It’s empty at this hour. Adam, you can return to your duty post.”

“Actually, Captain, I’d rather like the kid with me. If that’s okay?”

“Certainly. Adam, you know the way.”

“Yes, sir.” He showed the other men into the empty salon.

Kyle had expected it to be a place to get hair done, but it was a large, airy sitting room with lots of windows and comfortable chairs. Kyle flung himself down in one, Michael sat carefully in another. Adam stood near Kyle, unsure what to do.

“Come to hear my confession now?” Kyle demanded.

“No. I came to show you something.” Mike gestured toward a briefcase he carried.

“What could you possibly have to show me that’s going to make twenty-six years disappear?”

“Not disappear, but maybe once you see this, you’ll understand.” He opened the case and extracted a folder, laying it on a low table in front of him.

“Before you start, I think I need to make the introductions so that Adam, Emily’s godson, knows why I proceeded to make such an ass of myself last night. Adam, I took a woman to bed I wasn’t married to. But you know that already. What you don’t know is that the man sitting across from me did the same damn thing thirty-five years ago. I want you to meet my father, Adam. Father Michael Scott.” He spat the name out, furious. “Now that you know that, can you begin to understand why I was unfaithful to Emily?”

Adam’s face went pale. He sat heavily opposite the priest. Fr. Michael’s expression hardened. The edge of his ears turned red, a flush of anger rising from his collar.

“Your sins are your own, son. And mine belong to me. I’ve received absolution. Have you?”

“Seeking absolution does nothing until you explain to my mother why you left. So you had an argument. I’ve had plenty of them. Not a week went by that Margo and I didn’t squabble over something, but I never left! I didn’t destroy three lives, leaving two innocent kids in my wake. I made my mistake and I lived with it for fifteen years. But they were good ones, despite the rocky start. So you were young when you married. So was I! I went to college at night, working three jobs during the day so I could support my family. For the last ten years, I’ve worked at a job I hate just to keep food on the table and a roof over their heads. You know what? I’m damn good at it, I make a lot of money, but I hate it just the same.

“So don’t preach to me about being too young to get your shit together. That’s a bullshit cop out and I’m not listening to that line anymore. I’ll always be grateful for what you did for Emily, but don’t ask my forgiveness, Priest. I don’t have that in me.”

“Now that you’re done venting, perhaps you’ll listen.” Father Michael opened a folder. “This is a series of pictures of people I’ve helped. Some of them before I ever became a priest. Most of them in the last five years since I began this mission.”

© Dellani Oakes

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Normally, this story would be posted on the Second Wind site. Regrettably, I have left Second Wind, so I will be posting the remainder of this story on this site instead, the 17 of every month as before. ~ Dellani

 

Something New Links

something new coverMissed any of something New or want to read it again? Here are the links for it, all nicely tied up with string. Don’t say I never gave you anything. ~ Dellani

 

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/06/10/something-new-part-1/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/06/14/something-new-part-2/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/06/17/something-new-part-3/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/07/22/something-new-part-13/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/07/26/something-new-part-14/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/07/29/something-new-part-15/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/08/02/something-new-part-16/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/08/16/something-new-part-20/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/08/23/something-new-part-22/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/08/30/something-new-part-24/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/09/02/something-new-part-25/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/09/30/something-new-part-33-again/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/04/something-new-part-34/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/07/something-new-part-35/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/11/something-new-part-36/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/14/something-new-part-37/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/18/something-new-part-38/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/21/something-new-part-39/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/25/something-new-part-40/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/10/29/something-new-part-41/

https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/11/01/something-new-part-42/

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https://dellanioakes.wordpress.com/2015/11/08/something-new-part-44-conclusion/

Christmas and a Vampire – Part 9

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Christmas and a Vampire coverFortunately for Dirk and Rafaela, they’re excellent fighters. Unfortunately for the others, Dirk and Rafaela are excellent fighters. Bloody, but alive, they try to decide what to do next. It’s apparent that the cabin has been compromised, so Rafaela puts it to the torch and they watch it burn behind them as they drive away.

“You’re welcome. Thanks for having my back. I would have been screwed without you.”

“You’re welcome. And I’m the only one who gets to screw you, just so we’re clear on that.”

“I can live with that.” She made a hard left and slowed when the car slid on a patch of ice. Correcting automatically, she eased off the accelerator. “I think we’re far enough away now.”

She stared at the road, tears welling in her eyes once more. “Do you think any of them lived?”

Dirk shook his head. “Knowing that bunch? Doubtful. If…

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