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Betty and I
I was Halloween night and the local kids were at my door in costume saying trick or treat. The local police car drove up in front of my house, five years ago in the small fishing village of Shelburne in Nova Scotia.
Shelburne is an old fishing village that has seen better days. The canneries have all gone. The retails of small sailing boats that rest on the old docks and rental of dock space for pleasure craft moored there buy landlubbers along with the tourist that prowl the antique shops looking for deals on old furniture and nautical memorabilia barley keeps the town alive. The piers jet out over the rocky harbor. The smell of fish, linseed oil on ropes and rotting wood mixes with the salt air to give the town the smell of a fishing village.
But this night is to never be forgotten. Two uniformed policemen approached my front door. My first fear was that something had happened to one of my four kids. I know that my kids were 37, 36, 35 and 32 at the time but my fear was that one of them had been hurt driving on the bad roads. Buy the end of October in Nova Scotia the nights bring snow.
The young officers approached me and the senior officer asked, Good evening would you happen to be Mrs. Barns?
I put my hand to my mouth expecting to here bad news about one of my kids.
Ma'am I have bad news for you, is their someone near by that can stay with you.
I pointed across the street to my neighbor's house. Betty Peterson is my best friend.
The senior officer turned to his partner and gave him a nod that told him to get Betty. The senior officer followed me into the house.
Ma'am I don't know how to tell you this any other way than to just say, Your husband was lost at sea this evening returning to port from a fishing trip in a small boat with three other men.
A passing boat picked up the other men. Apparently the four of them had been drinking and they turned their boat across a swell coming in. The water swamped the boat knocking all of them into the ocean without life vests. They guessed that your husband hit his head on the gunwales of the boat and went under before they knew he was gone.
The second officer and Betty came in the house just as the news was broken. Betty came to me and wrapped her arms around me as the officers offered the condolences and returned to their car and drove off into the night.
Betty and I sat on the couch crying on each other's shoulders. Betty had to excuse herself and get up to give a couple of young boys in costume some candy. She turned the porch light out and closed the door.
Then she went to the kitchen to make some coffee. She knew where I kept the bottle of Canadian Club Whisky and got it down. She poured a generous amount in two cups and waited for the coffee to perk. She returned to the living room with two cups and saucers.
I was sitting numbly neither crying or feeling. My eyes were swollen and my face must have been red and swollen. I looked up at Betty and said I must call the kids to let them know.
Betty handed me one of the coffee cups and pushed me back onto the couch. I will call the kids. Their numbers are in the book next to the phone, Right?
Betty dialed Shirley our oldest girl and told her what happened. She assured her that she would stay the night with me. Take your time driving over tomorrow. She had just started dialing the Carol at the Army base she was stationed at as a nurse when the doorbell rang.
It was another neighbor woman. Betty quickly told her what had happened. So while she sat down to hold me Betty made the call to Carol. Had to go through base security and the hospital. Carol was not on duty at the time so they had to transfer her to the women's officers' barracks. Betty told her what happened and told her that the body had not been recovered. So a eulogy would be arranged. As soon as it is arranged we will let your commanding officer know Hon.
Next she called Billy and the youngest Omega. That done Betty got the neighbor a cup of coffee, but the woman brushed it aside saying that she had to get back to her children.
With that done Betty told me to take a warm bath and I will stay with you tonight. As I got up I was unstable on my feet. Betty helped me into the bathroom and drew the water while I sat on the toilette to undress. When I got into the tub and was soaking, Betty picked up my clothes and returned with my nightie. She had fixed another coffee royal. I sat their drinking coffee and began to feel a wave of relaxation sweep over me.
Betty helped me out of the tub and dried me off. After putting on the nightie Betty led me to my bed. Betty closed up the house, rinsed out the coffeepot and set it up so all she would need is to light the stove in the morning.
Betty put on one of my nighties and turned out the lights as she joined me in bed. Betty lay on her side behind me. She cuddled up behind me in a spoon position. She put her hand on my shoulder as we fell asleep. I know I had a fitful nights sleep because every time I woke up I was in a different position. I'm sure Betty was not getting much sleep either. She never showed that she was awake.
As the morning light started to fill the room I woke up on my back. I slowly became aware that my nightie was up around my waist. I knew that my tossing and turning always did that. But this time I felt a hand on my pubic mound. It was not my hand and it finally hit me that it was Betty's hand. I lay there thinking about what should I do. I had known Betty 20 years or more. Her children were close to me kid's ages. Her kids were just one year ahead in school for the most part. They had played with mine all heir lives. She had three daughters and her middle one was the same age as my baby at 32.
Should I just move her hand or turnover? I was just about to turn over when I felt her hand press my hip down on the matters. I was shocked because she must be awake. Before I could decide to move again I felt her finger parted my pubic hair and slide into the valley under the hair. My thighs jerked as her finger touched my clitoris. I looked at her and saw her eyes wide open.
Betty told me that she loved me and was so hurt about my husband that she had to make love to me. She leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. Her kiss was soft at first but it became more demanding the longer her mouth was on mine.
I looked at her not knowing if I should stop her or not. When her tongue pride open my mouth, it was now or never. I was just about to stop her when her finger hit the nerve just right and I climaxed in her hand. I was lost I opened my mouth and kissed her back.
I reached for her vagina as she took one of my nipples in her mouth. We lay there most of the morning. But we both knew that we would have to get up soon. My oldest girl would be getting there soon.
Betty made breakfast for Shirley when she got there. The rest of the week was a blur. I hardly remember Carol coming and going. The eulogy was over in no time and the house was left to Betty and I to clean up.
Betty and I became even closer than anyone I had ever been in my life.
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