Carolyn, thank you...here's 37 a thru d (40 pages so grab a cup of tea) only a couple more and it's done!!! 
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Ch.: 37-a
I need to thank Dawnuk for her input regarding England and where Isabelle’s apartment is located. I chose Knightsbridge from the many suggestions she gave me because I kinda liked the idea of Knights, silly huh? She also informed me that if I made anything up she would call me on it so I asked her to give me some insight and she did. So thank you Dawn, for all of your help, not just with this chapter but with a couple in the past as well, i.e.: canal versus channel. That one was an unconscious error, lol, I have a lot of unconscious moments anymore.
Also, I had to split this chapter up because of the length, 41 pages, so I have labeled them a, b and c,&d. You can read or ignore at your leisure…it’s a honeymoon afterall.
(And the old man remembered the most beautiful honeymoon to ever take place)
The rest of the week seemed to fly by and soon Liz and Max found themselves sitting in the airport with Maria and Michael by their side. Max silently chuckled to himself, yes, they definitely were joined at the hip; his mother was right. They had already checked their luggage and found some seats outside the gate to sit and relax before heading into the gated area. Maria and Michael sat quietly while Max and Liz looked over their itinerary the travel agent had printed out for them and Max had printed a copy for Michael and Maria in case they needed to get in touch with them for any reason. None of them could think of any good reason to get in touch with each other but you never knew for sure.
Soon Max took Liz’s hand in his and nodded toward the escalator and Liz smiled up at him and stood…she grabbed Maria’s hand and squeezed it..
“I’ll see you in a couple of weeks Ria, behave yourself while I’m gone. Save the fun stuff for me too.”
“You know I will chica, now go enjoy yourself, don’t think of anything except keeping Max happy.”
Liz smiled and said she would and then Michael grabbed her into a great big bear hug and made her promise to have a good time. Max hugged Maria and then he and Michael gave each other a hug and pat on the back.
“Have a great time Maxwell, you two deserve it.”
“Thanks Michael, I know we will and take care while we’re gone…okay?”
“You know it Max and I’ll take care of anything important that comes up…just relax and have a good time.”
“You can count on it.” And with that Max and Liz headed toward the secure area of the airport to check in.
They were through the x-ray machine in no time and then had to take a shuttle to their gate for the first stop of their journey…New York City.
There was a limo for them at the main gate waiting to take them to their hotel. Isabelle told them that the limo service wasn’t too much more expensive than a taxi was and it was much nicer on such a grand occasion. Max couldn’t have agreed with her more. It was very nice to have the car waiting for them and Liz certainly was impressed, she reached up on her tiptoes and gave him a nice big kiss on the lips and finished it off with a big smile. The limo took them to their hotel where the honeymoon suite was ready and waiting for them. It was just as nice as the one they had spent their wedding night in and they planned on initiating this one in almost the same manner as the other with one exception…they would leave the room for some dinner and a show. They both giggled when they walked in and looked over their accommodations, “You like?” Max asked.
“I love.” Liz answered.
Max told her they had a couple of hours until their dinner reservations and asked what she would like to do first…Liz looked up at him then over to the bed then up at him again and he winked as he grabbed her into his arms for a nice, long romantic kiss and then he eased them to the bed with all the smoothness of a lion stalking his prey. Liz just smiled into Max’s mouth and sighed…he chuckled into her hair and they proceeded to take advantage of the huge bed in the center of the room. Oh, this was going to be one fun honeymoon.
As the sun started setting across the city Max and Liz made love to each other, taking their time to enjoy every part of each other’s bodies and reveling in the touch of each other. Their world consisted of just the two of them, this room, this bed, this time and life was beautiful. They had become very attuned to each other’s needs and the exploration taking place left them in a state of ecstasy that words could never describe. When they had reached their climaxes they were weak from the pleasure of it all, and when it was time to start getting ready for their night on the town they weren’t sure they really wanted to go … but they convinced each other that they really should get up and take advantage of their overnight stay in New York, so they got up from their romantic place on the bed and headed to the shower for another round of ecstasy. By the time they left the shower they really had to hurry if they were to make it to the restaurant in time for their reservations. Max told Liz that they should start showering separately if they were going to start making it to meetings on time and Liz answered, “Never, they can wait.” Max laughed at her as he grabbed his wallet and watch and answered the phone…their limo was waiting for them…they just made it.
They arrived back at their hotel around 11:30 p.m. and made short work of getting undressed and into bed…time was of the essence since they had been toying with each other all evening getting each other aroused in the most public of places, this was going to be a great honeymoon they both thought…neither had packed anything to sleep in…naked was the uniform of the night. They didn’t have to be at the airport until 5:00 p.m. Saturday evening so they practically had all day to get ready for their trip abroad.
They got up fairly early on Saturday, around 8:30 a.m. and decided to shower (together) and then head on out to see some of the city. They called the limo service for pick up around 11:00 a.m. and they went to the hotels’ restaurant for breakfast. When the limo arrived they loaded all of their luggage in the back and told the driver they wanted to go sight seeing…and if there were any places they could get out and see and still make it to the airport by 5:00 to please let them know. The driver was more than happy to oblige the young couple…they were two of the most beautiful people he had ever had the privilege of escorting and their personalities were even more beautiful than their physical appearance.
The driver took them over the Brooklyn Bridge, through central park, along Broadway, past Rockefeller Square, past the Empire State Building. He explained, if they wanted to get out and take the elevator up to the top of the Empire State Building it would take a couple of hours and Max looked at Liz and they both shook their heads ‘no’, maybe another time, so they headed to the United Nations and then for an early dinner. Their driver took them to Little Italy and they all enjoyed Italian Food at a little hole in the wall restaurant that served some of the most delicious Italian food Max and Liz had ever tasted. The driver was elated that he could do this for them and told them if they ever came to New York again to please call him…he would see to it that they got special rates and would definitely make sure their visit was all they hoped it would be. Max and Liz thanked him and gave him a huge tip when he dropped them off at the airport.
So far their trip was everything they had wished for and then some. Of course they had no idea that it was they who were making it this way, no one else.
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When they got into the airport they checked their luggage and found their way to the security gate and stood in line with all of the other travelers waiting to get checked through. They took their shoes and jackets off, put their belongings into the tray provided and worked their way down the line. Before they knew it they were on the airport shuttle that would take them to their gate where their plane was sitting there waiting to take on passengers, this was starting to get very exciting! Liz looked up into Max’s eyes and he pulled her close and winked at her, then leaned in and kissed her softly on the temple. They took a seat on one of the available benches for two and Max asked,
“Excited?”
“Oh God Max, I think I might pee my pants.”
“Oh God Liz, please don’t” Max chuckled and Liz just wiggled in her chair. Max reached out and took her hand in his and started telling her about the places he had read about on the Internet. Liz listened to the soft drone of his voice, put her head on his shoulder and began to relax immediately. He just had a way with her that no one else did…it was uncanny.
Soon their flight was called and the babies and wheel chair bound were loaded …then first class, that was Max and Liz. They had very little carry-on. Liz put a small bag together with a change of underwear, toothbrushes and toothpaste, her newly filled prescription which she started taking yesterday morning and a couple of crossword puzzle books, pencils, and her purse. Max only carried his laptop in a briefcase along with their passports and itinerary, Izzie’s address and her suggestions for some sight seeing excursions on their own and the GPS he had rented at the airport at home. They were ready to start their trip. This was very exciting.
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The trip across the Atlantic was uneventful…they had movies and music available to them along with their own viewing screens, blankets and pillows and practically around the clock food. All in all the time passed fairly quickly and the two of them were very contented just being with each other. Their stewardess noticed how much in love the two young newlyweds were and couldn’t help but enjoy their enthusiasm with life and each other. They were definitely unique.
They managed to get some sleep and when their stewardess walked past the two young lovers she could only smile at the sight. They had lifted the arm rests between their seats and Max had pulled Liz over to his side where he had turned towards her and she was nestled in his arms so comfortably that it looked as though she had been born to be a part of his body, her back to his front in a spooning position. Other passengers smiled as they walked by and noticed the two of them sleeping so soundly together. It was a beautiful sight to behold.
They landed in London on Sunday and it didn’t take them long to find their luggage and as they headed out of the airport to hail a cab they noticed a sign with their name on it. Max went over to the young woman holding the sign and introduced himself and she introduced herself to him as Isabelle’s secretary, Jane, and told them she had brought Isabelle’s car for them, she told them they could just drop her off at a local bus stop and Max insisted they would take her home, which they did of course. After Max dropped Jane off he keyed in Izzie’s address into the GPS he had rented and they were on their way to Izzie’s apartment. He had some adjusting getting used to driving on the left side of the road but it wasn’t too bad and they made it without incident. Liz was very impressed with her doctor to say the least, she was also impressed with the apartment building located in Knightsbridge…it was quite swanky and when they passed Harrods department store she almost dislocated her neck, that was one place she definitely had to visit before leaving. Max looked over at her and only smiled, it looked like some shopping was in store for the couple very soon.
When they arrived at Izzie’s apartment building they were very impressed indeed. It was very swank, modern and upbeat. Max and Liz were extremely surprised and wondered why Isabelle chose to live in a posh place like this when she could be living in her own home…I guess it’s none of their business how she chooses to live and it was decided they would just enjoy the accommodations while they were there, very nice indeed, they must call her and let her know how much they like it.
Liz made a beeline for the bathroom and came to a screeching halt. The place looked like it was lined in gold; all of the fixtures were brass that had been polished to such a high sheen that they literally looked like they were gold…she called
“Max, come here.”
Max made a beeline to the bathroom to see what, if anything, was wrong and stopped dead in his tracks…
“Good God Liz, do you think it’s really gold?”
“No, but I don’t think Iz spends all of her time polishing this shit…I bet she pays a pretty penny to keep this stuff looking like this. My God Max, just how much money does that sister of yours make anyway?”
“I haven’t a clue. I knew she was well paid but this borders on ridiculous…I ‘m going to have to ask her why she would consider leaving a job that made it possible to live like this.”
“Boy, I don’t blame you…I think I’ll add my two cents worth to that conversation.”
With that Max and Liz proceeded to check out the rest of the apartment and were surprised at the provisions in the kitchen. There were fresh fruits and vegetables as well as a pantry full of canned and dry goods and a freezer full of meat. There was a fully stocked bar and a wine rack that had been freshly stocked with some of the finest red and white wines available. Max looked at Liz and raised an eyebrow…she smiled and nodded in assent and Max took out his cell and called his sister,
“Hello Max, arrive safe and sound?”
“You bet we did and we are standing in the middle of your kitchen wondering what in the hell you did?”
“What? Isn’t everything to your liking?” She was a little puzzled…
“You know it is and then some. Did you think we would never leave the confines of these rooms Iz?”
“Well, if you decide not to leave you are going to be well provided for that’s for sure.” She said with a giggle.
“One question Iz, why in the hell would you leave a job that paid you enough to live like this and come back to the states? This place is a dream.”
“Oh Max, it isn’t mine, it belongs to the company. It’s used to do a lot of entertaining as well as being my residence, one of the perks of the job. If I were going to live there permanently I would definitely buy a place before paying the rent on that place.”
“Glad to hear it Iz, I thought you had lost your mind for a minute there. Are you sure it’s ok for us to be here?” Max was a little concerned now…
“Of course it is…it is my apartment after all and you are certainly welcome to stay there. Besides, as long as I’m not there it isn’t used, since I make all of the entertainment plans for the company.”
“Good to know…just wanted to let you know we are impressed and we will be here until Friday evening when we take the small plane over to France…will talk to you later Iz. Tell everyone we arrived safe and sound and send our love.”
“Will do Max and have fun, okay.”
“You can count on it.” With that Max hung up and Liz handed him a nice tall cool glass of cherry coke and proceeded to go over to the large window overlooking the city and look out. The view was as awesome as the apartment and Max just stood and looked at Liz…he thought she looked more awesome than the city and he started to get a warm feeling so he sat his drink down on the glass coffee table and walked up to his wife and wrapped his arms around her waist and started to nuzzle her neck. She leaned into his chest with her back and sighed a huge sigh and smiled as she turned her body around to face him. He was busy working his way down the front of her blouse and she moaned into his ear as he moved his hands around and up and down her back…then she whispered to him,
“You know Max, we haven’t checked out the bedroom yet and I’ll just bet it is as impressive as the rest of this place…what do you think?” as she sort of rubbed against him very suggestively.
Max mumbled an, “Mmmmm-hmmmm.” He reached down and put his arm beneath Liz’s knees and lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her into the bedroom for some serious lovemaking. They had forever together and it was time to make another memory. After a long and leisurely round of playing with each other Liz and Max fell asleep…and they didn’t wake up for hours…they had no idea just how tired they were until they awakened.
They made it to the bathroom and took a long and playful shower and since it was still pitch black outside they went back to bed for some more fun and games and another nap. They awoke when the sun was just coming up over the city and they arose to watch from the beautiful living room window. They stood with Liz’s back to Max’s front and admired the beauty of their surroundings. Life was beautiful and they said a silent prayer of thanks that they were allowed to be a part of this. It was Monday morning and time to start sight-seeing…that is why they came, isn’t it?
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After having breakfast and cleaning up the kitchen Max took out his briefcase and retrieved his computer printouts and the notes he had made with Isabelle’s help. Liz sat next to him on the couch and they went over the notes together and after deciding where they would like to go today they headed out to the car and programmed an address into the GPS for Buckingham Palace, it would be their first stop of the day, and it looked as though it was going to be a beautiful day at that.
They were armed with the usual camera’s, backpack and notes to assist them with the days adventures and Isabelle’s suggestions for restaurants and various sights not normally visited by tourists but were as interesting as the well publicized places. Max suggested to Liz that they visit the fashion house of Isabelle’s employment as well and Liz thought that was an excellent idea. They made the 10:00 a.m. tour of the palace…had lunch and then went back for the 1:00 p.m. tour in another part of the palace and then headed to the fashion house.
They were very impressed with this place, and so glad to have put it on their list of things to see. When they entered the main lobby Isabelle’s secretary, Jane, recognized them immediately. She was relieving the receptionist and told them she would gladly give them a tour if they wanted to have a seat and wait for a couple of minutes. They were very happy to oblige and promptly found a comfortable place to sit while they waited.
Max took hold of Liz’s hand and placed a kiss on her fingers and she gave him a very big smile and melted right into his shoulder…this did not go unnoticed by the people in the lobby who had been very impressed with the young couple the minute they entered the lobby. Most of the people were employees or designers and thought that Max and Liz were models. Soon Jane joined them and before she started to show them around she introduced them to the staff that had been milling around to see who the beautiful young people were. Everyone was impressed when they found it was Isabelle Evans’ younger brother, the doctor and his new wife, what a beautiful couple they made…of course Isabelle was quite a looker herself.
Jane took them through the entire upper floor where the designers’ all had their spacious offices and showed them Isabelle’s office as well. It was very impressive and Max saw a picture of their families all together at one of the holiday gatherings. Liz was quite surprised that her family would be a part of her display…she felt very warm knowing that Isabelle thought enough of them to display them in her office along with her own family. Max was very pleased as well, he had no idea Isabelle would have a picture of any of them let alone all of them; it was very nice of her.
Jane showed them where they held their impromptu fashion shows, where they held their hush-hush meetings and then she took them to the cutting rooms where the miracles happened. This was really impressive…Liz couldn’t believe the size of the cutting tables and the bolts of fabric that were stored everywhere. There were mannequins that looked almost like sticks…did they really believe that women were that skinny…God, this had to be an advertisement for anorexia, no one could be that skinny and still be alive, could they?
Max noticed the look on Liz’s face and started to chuckle…”Honey, their just mannequins.”
“Yes, Max, but my God, healthy women aren’t that skinny…not even unhealthy women are that skinny…these mannequins represent the dead for Chris-sake!”
With that remark Jane burst into laughter…she had never heard it put quite like that but when you think about it she was right…then she explained…”Mrs. Evans…” and Liz interrupted her immediately…” Jane call me Liz, please.”
“Liz, the mannequins are that thin because they are used for test runs and it doesn’t take as much fabric to make samples. It gives the designer a chance to see if the design will work in reality.”
“Oh…thank God, I was really getting concerned about the health of your models.”
Jane continued to giggle as she moved to another section of the building. Max gave Liz’s hand a squeeze; he too was a little relieved to find out that they didn’t starve their models to death.
By the time they had finished touring the fashion house it was getting close to dinner and Max and Liz invited Jane to join them if she had no plans. She explained that she was going to spend the evening with her boyfriend and Max suggested that he join them as well if she wanted to. Jane said it would be wonderful and did they have any particular place in mind and Max suggested that they go to a restaurant that Isabelle had suggested; Jane was very impressed and asked what time should they meet and where?
“I don’t know Jane, what would you suggest…should we make reservations? That would give us a better handle on the time, don’t you think.”
“Yes, it would…wait right here.” And Jane excused herself and went into another office and made what looked like more than one phone call, after which she came out and asked Liz to come with her for a minute and told Max to relax and read a book or something. Max raised one eyebrow in question and Jane told him it would be all right…they would only be about 30 minutes. With that she took Liz toward the elevator and when they got off on the fourth floor Liz saw racks of ladies dresses in just about every style and color imaginable.
There was a woman dressed in a very prim dress and full body apron waiting for them and Jane introduced Liz to Mildred. Mildred took Liz by the hand and headed over to a rack of gorgeous semi-formal evening dresses and took a color chart from a shelf and held it up to Liz for a minute and the next thing Liz knew she was practically stripped down to nothing and had on the most gorgeous rose colored dress she had ever seen. Mildred took Liz’s hair and wrapped it around her hand a couple of times and pinned it up high on top of her head and turned Liz toward a wraparound full length mirror. Liz just gasped; she couldn’t believe this was her staring back at her. The dress had a fitted bodice with spaghetti straps and the fullest skirt in yards of the softest fabric that was layered from the rose of the bodice waning down to the lightest pink imaginable for the final layer next to the lining. All in all the skirt had to have at least 7 or 8 different colors under the rose color. Liz had never felt anything so soft in her life, and it seemed to hug her hips and show every curve of her body, she wondered how this was possible with all of that fabric. This had to be the finest fabric ever made…it was almost as thin as saran wrap. She felt like a princess in it…she looked at Jane and asked…
“What is this for?”
“It is a gift from us to you…do you like it?”
“It is the most beautiful dress I think I have ever seen, but I can’t accept this.”
“Of course you can…it is one of Isabelle’s creations and I think I know who she had in mind when she designed it…don’t you agree.”
“No, Isabelle would design a dress for me at home…not here…for the company.”
“Of course she would, when our designers start out with a thought or idea they usually have someone in mind that they envision the finished product on…don’t you think? The minute I saw you I knew she had you in mind for this. Mildred confirmed it with the color chart, now it is yours…please take it with our compliments.”
“Let me pay you for it then…please.”
“Oh no, a gift is a gift, is it not?”
“Well, yes…I guess it is. Thank you.”
“No, thank you for letting us see just how perfect this design will work. Trust me; we will be able to sell many of these now that we know who we need to show it for us.” Liz was catching on to the fact that Jane was just a little more than Isabelle’s secretary.
“Well, thank you Jane. Now should we get back to Max before he thinks you have kidnapped me?”
“Of course.” And with that Jane had the dress wrapped in a garment bag for Liz while she put her jeans and top back on and both girls headed back to Max who had been patiently waiting for them.
“Well Max, the reservations are all set for 8:00 p.m. and the car will pick you up at Isabelle’s around 7:30. John and I will already be in the car and we will head out to dinner from there. After that I thought we could go to some of the clubs, does that sound like fun?”
“Of course it sounds like fun Jane, but we didn’t want to take up all of your evening with your boyfriend.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Max, you are actually making our evening an enjoyable event since we didn’t really have anything planned…now we have a wonderful evening planned and it’s going to be great fun.”
“So it would seem.” Was Max’s only reply.
With that Max took Liz’s hand and looked at the package with a raised eyebrow and she just shrugged her shoulders at him and handed him the garment bag to carry…and they headed out the door to the car.
When Max and Liz arrived back at the apartment the doorman looked at the garment bag in Max’s hand and smiled…the young couple had been to Miss Evans’ place of employment…he hoped he got to see what the young Mrs. Evans would be wearing, he just knew it would be a beautiful sight if Miss Evans attire was any indication of what was in the bag.
Max and Liz proceeded to take their showers and Liz still had not opened the bag for Max’s viewing…she wanted to surprise him, she was still a little dumbstruck by it all and didn’t know what to tell him…so she decided to just show him what they gave her.
She spent some extra time on her hair and did it up the way Mildred had done it…very casually lifted to the top of her head…she left a few tendrils down and then she applied just a little more makeup than she usually wore and when she was finished she went to the closet to retrieve her only pair of stilettos, which by some magic were just the right color pink for the dress. A pink thong was her only underwear and when Max went to the bathroom to finish getting ready she unwrapped the dress and stood in the middle of the bedroom waiting for him.
Max walked out of the bathroom ready to go except for his jacket and when he caught sight of Liz he almost passed out. His knees buckled and he sat on the bed and stared and stared…he couldn’t say a word. Liz slowly turned around and asked. “Do you like it?”
Max didn’t say a word…he just kept staring.
“Max? Honey, say something.”
Max gulped…”God Liz, you are the most beautiful vision I have ever seen in my life. Where did you get that dress?”
“It’s one of Isabelle’s designs, they gave it to me…it’s mine. I wanted to pay for it but they wouldn’t hear of it. They said they now know who she had in mind when she designed it and they gave it to me. Can you believe it?”
“No. Yes. God. I don’t know what to say. It’s positively gorgeous, as if it was made for you, and I guess it was…was it the right size?”
“Yes, they pulled if off this rack, stripped me down to almost nothing if you can believe it and put it on me. I just stood there in disbelief Max. You have to feel this fabric…it feels like it isn’t even there, that’s how fine it is. I can’t believe it. I feel so elegant in it Max. I don’t think I have ever felt so pretty in my life.”
“Oh Liz, you are always beautiful, but that dress does look positively awesome on you. The color, the style…everything is beautiful. I am going to have to lock you away if you look any better. God, you look good enough to eat.”
“Well, I am going to hold you to that one lover…just you wait.” Max just chuckled at her…he really didn’t want to wait but he would.
About that time the house phone rang and the front desk told Max their car was there for them and Max escorted his gorgeous wife down to the lobby where the bellhops had all been waiting for their arrival. The doorman had told them about the garment bag they had with them when they got back from their day out and they knew they were in for a treat…and boy were they. Every eye in that lobby followed the young couple out the door. To say that Max was proud of his wife was an understatement. He was the envy of every man in that apartment complex and he knew it; there was an extra spring in his step this evening and he knew exactly why it was there.
When they exited the building there was a black stretch limo waiting for them and Jane and John were seated in the back waiting for them. Jane introduced John to Max and Liz and John had to do a double take. Isabelle Evans was a beautiful woman but this petite brunette could hold her own with anyone on earth…she was a vision to behold. Max took notice of John’s double take and felt very proud of his wife and his sister for that matter. It seems she must be held in very high esteem where she works to be able to have a relative treated with such high regard. Yes, he was proud indeed.
They went to dinner in a very nice section of London and the restaurant was very posh. They had a lovely time and when Max requested the check from the waiter he was informed that it had been taken care of already. Max looked at Jane and she smiled and said it was on the company and to relax and enjoy the evening…it was their pleasure to be able to treat Isabelle’s family for a change. She was always doing things for everyone else and now it was their turn. Max wasn’t really sure what Jane was talking about but apparently Isabelle was being repaid for kindnesses they were unaware of. So Max and Liz decided to just relax and let them treat them like royalty.
After leaving the restaurant the limo drove them to a very nice nightspot where there was live music and dancing and the four young people had a very good time visiting with each other, learning about some of the cultural differences of their countries and some of the slang. Some of it was almost like speaking a foreign language…all four of them laughed at the various uses of words and the more they drank the funnier they seemed to get.
They finally arrived back at their building around 3:00 a.m. and thanked Jane and John for a lovely evening. Max told Liz that they would have to send Jane some flowers tomorrow and Liz said she agreed and they also needed to send a thank-you note to someone…but she didn’t know to whom. They would have to call Isabelle and ask her, but Max had a promise to keep first, remember?
“So Max, do you remember our conversation before we left?”
“Don’t you know it, c’mere.” Max reached out for his lovely wife, undid her zipper and let her dress fall to the floor and there she stood in her little pink thong and those pink stilettos, Max gulped and told her the dress might have been beautiful but it didn’t have a thing on the sight before him right now.
Liz giggled, kicked off her shoes and told her husband…”I think one of us is overdressed.” In a very sultry voice…
With that remark Max quickly got out of his clothes and lifted his lovely bride up into his arms and made a quick retreat to the bedroom. He lay her down in the middle of the bed and started working his way up her body starting at her ankles with very hot lingering kisses, working his way up to her inner thighs while placing tiny little circles over her hips as he worked his way up to her breasts. When he reached the top of her legs he brought his hands down to the elastic on her thong and reached under and pulled it off in one easy movement and threw it over the side of the bed. He then took his thumbs and spread her lower lips to reveal the hard little nub resting there in wait for him…he looked up into Liz’s beautiful eyes that were half closed, watching him and he placed a kiss on her inner thigh and then kissed her in the place he knew would send her into the throws of passion. It didn’t take her long to reach down and take a handful of his hair and play with it as her legs automatically spread wider for him. He felt so wonderful and he did such wonderful things to her body…she could hardly wait…she moaned and whispered his name. Max smiled at her responses to his ministrations; she made him feel like a giant.
Max then started to suckle her clitoris and the more she twitched the harder he sucked. He entered her with one finger and when she started to move in rhythm with him he inserted the second finger and before long Liz was writhing and moaning in ecstasy as Max started moving faster and soon he felt her juices surrounding his fingers. He waited until she started to relax before laying his head on her stomach and caressing her hips as she came down from her climax. He couldn’t think of another thing on earth that gave him as much pleasure as knowing that he could bring his wife so much pleasure, he was as hard as a rock.
When Liz was relaxed she pulled her husband up her body and placed a long and passionate kiss on his mouth, tasting herself on him as she did and then she reached down between them and took her husbands rock hard erection and placed it into her body and sighed this passionate sigh right into his mouth and whispered…”I love you so much that it scares me.”
“Don’t be afraid Liz, I’m right here and I’ll always be right here.”
And with that Max started to love his wife as passionately as before and soon they were both writhing in the pleasure of each other’s bodies; life was just beautiful for these two, just too beautiful.
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Chapter: 37b
Liz and Max both slept the sleep of contented babes and when they awoke the next morning it was almost noon. They didn’t get to sleep until around 5:30 and they were close to exhaustion by then, but now, 6 hours later they felt pretty refreshed. Max wanted to know what she wanted to do today and she said maybe a tour bus would be nice since they’re getting such a late start. They could catch the two o’clock bus and take the extended tour…get off and on when they wanted to and just spend a leisurely day letting someone else do the driving. Max thought that was a great idea and then suggested they call Isabelle and ask her who to send a thank-you to…
“Great idea Max, and tell her about the dress and ask her if I should have it cleaned and returned.”
“Great idea, but Liz, I think they meant for you to keep it.”
“I know, but I just don’t feel right about it.”
Max leaned over and kissed Liz on the nose and promised to ask, then he picked up his cell and dialed Isabelle.
“Hi Iz, need to ask you a question…we had dinner with Jane and John last night and according to Jane the company picked up the entire tab…Iz, I don’t feel right about this and also, they gave Liz a dress from the designer’s room and she wants to know if she should return it?”
“Oh Max, I am so glad you got to go out with Jane and John, aren’t they the most fun? And as for the dress, it belongs to Liz. I actually designed that dress with Liz in mind now we will get to see what it looks like, how does it look? As for the thank you, just send it to Jane she will take care of it. Other than that how are things going?”
“Things are going wonderful…we went to Buckingham Palace yesterday and took two tours and then stopped by the fashion house just to see where you worked and Jane spotted us and the rest of the day was spent with her. She gave Liz this gorgeous dress and then showed up at the apartment with a stretch limo, which we took to dinner and then clubbing. It was fantastic and Liz looked positively bewitching. Thank you.”
“You are very welcome Max…just keep on enjoying…what are your plans for today?”
“We are going to take one of those tour buses that you can get off and on anytime you want to, Liz said we should take a leisurely tour through the city and if we want to spend some time going through anything we can just get off and take a side trip and besides it's cheaper.”
“Sounds like a great idea Max. Make sure you visit at least one of the china shops along the way, not that you need to buy anything but they are something to behold. There are copies of the queens’ china in some of them as well as a lot of the older china patterns that are extremely interesting. Take the time to see as much as you can up close and personal Max…it is a wonderful experience.”
“Thanks Iz, will send some flowers to Jane and a thank you before we do anything…and oh…do you know what her favorite flowers are?”
“I know that John is always sending her white tulips…maybe you could send her a mixture, that way you won’t be stealing John’s thunder.”
“Gotcha, will do and thanks for everything Iz…love you and tell the rest of the family we send our love as well.”
“You’re welcome Max, and I certainly will.”
Max snapped his cell phone shut and smiled at Liz who was coming out of the bathroom with a couple of towels in her hand and he told her the dress was hers. She smiled back at Max and said “Oh goodie!” Max just laughed at her antics and asked…
“Are one of those for me?” pointing at the towels, and Liz just smiled and shook her head yes. With that piece of information Max was up and grabbing his naked wife around the waist and planting kisses everywhere he could find a spot that wasn’t covered. Liz giggled into Max’s shoulder and they headed for the shower.
After a leisurely shower Liz headed for the kitchen and got some cereal out of the cupboard and milk from the fridge…sliced some fresh fruit out of the fruit basket and made some toast. They had a nice breakfast in the dining room in front of the window that overlooked a park and enjoyed ‘people watching’ while they ate. Liz cleaned the area and did the dishes while Max found a florist in the phone book and ordered Jane a very large display of colored tulips and soon the two were on their way to the tour bus area that they had spotted yesterday while they were on their excursion about the city. Soon they were sitting in the upper deck of the bus with their little maps on their laps listening to the guide speak in a perfect “king’s English” accent. They enjoyed the tour guide as much as the tour. They had paid for a three-day excursion, which didn’t cost too much more than an all day excursion just in case they wanted to disembark too many times today. They thought this made more sense than coming back tomorrow and paying again.
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After their tour bus excursion on Tuesday our young newlyweds decided to continue with the bus on Wednesday as well since is was a whole lot nicer for Max not having to drive and miss half of the sights. Besides, they were seeing a whole lot more with a tour guide pointing out things they were not aware of and otherwise would have missed by doing the driving themselves. All in all they were very happy with the tour bus idea…it was working out quite well. They spent a few hours in a museum; they stopped and went through the tower of London, took pictures in front of Big Ben and enjoyed the many churches and cathedrals along the way. They took the tour of Westminster Abby and stopped at a park with street vendors and spent a few hours eating fast food and walking through the park. On Thursday they decided to take a side trip through the countryside and spend the night in a little inn that Jane had told them about. It was on a par with a bed and breakfast in the states and Max and Liz thought this sounded very quaint. Jane had explained that the drive through the countryside to get there was beautiful and she was sure they would like it. It was only about 70 miles away, which would give them a nice drive without being too tiring, and the Inn had a very nice hiking trail around the area.
Max and Liz thought this sounded wonderful, so, on Thursday they had a leisurely breakfast and headed out of London around 2:00 p.m. in the afternoon toward the Cotswolds. It was a sunny afternoon and the drive was positively breathtaking. The villages with their thatched roof cottages and lovely market towns had a tendency to take you back to a time that you thought only existed in fairytales. Isabelle was right…the countryside was beautiful and Liz and Max were too enthralled with the scenery to take the time to talk about it, they just enjoyed it.. Max and Liz took picture after picture and stopped many times just to soak in the beauty. What memories they would have for the rest of their lives, Max reached out and wrapped his arms around his wife’s waist, his back to her front, and he melted as he stared out at the space before them. How beautiful life was, and he thanked God for all of his blessings once again.
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They arrived at their destination about 4:00 p.m. and the Inn was everything Jane had said it was and Max and Liz were given a very lovely room overlooking the hills behind the Inn. The hiking trail started just beneath their bedroom window and seemed to disappear into the side of the surrounding forest. It was all too quaint for words, and then Liz noticed a church steeple off to the left and pointed it out to Max. “I think I would like to go over there and have a look at that small church Max.”
“Well then let’s get ourselves downstairs and go check it out.”
With that the two of them left their room and headed down to the main room of the Inn and asked if they needed reservations for dinner and the desk clerk told them absolutely not…just make themselves at home and when they were hungry to go into the dining room and sit anywhere they wanted to. Max said thank you and with that they headed over to the road that lead to the church.
They walked down the side of the road and enjoyed the surrounding scenery…there was a rock wall surrounding an old cemetery to the side of the road next to the old church and when they arrived at the old building they found that it was very well kept, with the name of the church on the side of a little framed sign post and the times of Sunday services listed. Liz went up the four long steps leading to the front door and found it to be open, she motioned to Max to follow her and they went inside. It was very old, the pews were well worn and the aisle leading to the main altar was also worn but well kept and very clean. The stained glass windows were old and beautiful and Liz felt a certain nostalgia as she took a seat toward the middle of the old building and looked all around at her surroundings. She was in awe at the obvious age of the building and how long it held a place of honor in this little community. Max sat beside her and took her hand in his as he too observed the old place. They hadn’t noticed the old man sitting in silence toward the front of the church but he noticed them. He was surprised to see the young strangers visiting his church…he usually didn’t see anyone until Sunday services so he arose and approached the young couple.
“Are you new to our village?” The old pastor asked the young couple.
“No sir, we are spending the night at the Inn and will be headed back to London tomorrow afternoon…is it alright that we visit here for awhile?” Max answered.
“Of course it is. I don’t usually see anyone in our church except on Sunday and I hardly ever see a tourist in here. Have you traveled far?”
“We are here on our honeymoon from the United States, we will be headed to France on Friday and then over to Rome for the last leg of our journey on Monday. We wanted to see some of the outlying areas of England before leaving. My sister works in London and she suggested that we take a side trip in each country to experience the lifestyle of the general population.” Max told the old man.
“Sounds like you have a very smart sister young man. After all not all of our countrymen live in places like London.”
“You’re right about that, just as not all American citizens live in cities like New York, Boston, San Francisco, Los Angeles and the like. The majority of us live in small communities and work very hard for a living, such as yourselves.” Max replied.
“Very true, and what are your names young man?”
“Oh, this is Liz and I’m Max…Max Evans, what should we call you?”
“You can call me Reverend Timothy Max and what are your plans for the rest of the evening?”
“Well, since we drove over from London we thought we would just have some dinner at the Inn this evening and then tomorrow we would take advantage of the hiking trails. Do you have any other suggestions Reverend?” Max asked.
“Well, if you are interested, we are having a book club meeting this evening in the local pub, it’s about 3 miles down the road, and we would love to have you join us if you are in the mood. One of our new authors will be there to read from her new novel.” Reverend Timothy told Max.
Liz looked at Max and nodded yes and Max then asked the old man…”Have you had your dinner yet Reverend Timothy?”
Timothy looked at Max and saw the sincerity in the young man’s face and replied “Why no, not yet.”
“Great then, come join us for dinner and we can go to your book reading together in our car.”
Timothy agreed and with that the three of them exited the church and headed across the road and back up to the Inn for dinner. Max and Liz had many questions about the little community and asked Timothy if he had always lived there…
”Oh dear me no, I came over from Scotland many years ago as a young minister and have had many parishes through the years. Although, I do believe that this is my favorite, but we learn at a very young age to not get too attached to one place. We may be ‘shipped off’ so to speak at any given time. Therefore, it is always a wise idea not to get too settled in.” Timothy spoke almost reverently about his lifestyle. Max and Liz looked at the old minister and almost felt sorry for him to not be able to get settled in and enjoy your surroundings. Max felt that Timothy should be permitted to choose where he would live his remaining years. He seemed like a very old man to Max but Max didn’t want to ask about retirement and such…he felt he would be overstepping his boundaries so he kept the conversation light and talked mostly about the area in general, the age of the church, how old the community was and what did most of the people do for a living around this part of the country.
Liz kept a close eye on the old minister and decided that, on closer examination, he wasn’t quite as happy as she thought he should be but she kept her observations to herself.
He certainly wasn’t anything like Father Mike, that’s for sure. But of course Father Mike worked at the hospital for a living and had his own apartment and did what he pretty much felt like as long as he carried out his duties at the hospital. What a difference, even though Father Mike told them that he was a Passionist Priest and they were a poor order Father did not live on a bread line. He had a car, clothes and had days off to visit his Sister and took vacations all over the world. He pretty much lived the good life, whereas this old minister seemed to like where he was but was afraid to ‘unpack his bags’ so to speak. What a difference. Liz felt sorry for him and would remember to include him in her daily prayers that she managed to fit into her schedule. She wondered if Max made time to pray. She would have to ask him about that.
The three new friends finished their long leisurely dinner and it did not go unnoticed in the Inn that the new arrivals had made a friend already, and then proceeded to take Isabelle’s car and head on over to the pub for some literature. This sounded like fun…something the two young people had never done before. It just goes to show you, it pays to be friendly to people.
When they walked in with Reverend Timothy they were all greeted with smiles and Timothy made introductions all around and soon Liz and Max were seated at a table right in front of the Dais with a pint apiece and Rev. Timothy had joined them after saying hello to everyone there.
The author eventually took her place on the dais and welcomed everyone, including the newcomers, and proceeded to thank them for having her back to her birthplace. She thought it was wonderful of them to make her feel welcome after all of these years and she only hoped that she would make them proud of her.
They applauded her intro and then she started to read some selections from her book aloud. She had a marvelous voice and held the audience spellbound for over an hour. Max and Liz were both impressed with her and wanted to know where they could purchase a copy of her book and she informed them she had a box with her and then Max had an idea.
“May we purchase all of them from you?”
The woman looked at them like they were nuts and they explained.
Max said,” We are on our honeymoon and feel almost obligated to purchase souvenirs for everyone and we don’t want to give them useless trinkets…” Liz popped up with “But your book would be something special to us and meaningful to all of them as well, what do you say?”
“Well, I guess I can do that…why don’t you give me your name and address and I will ship you a case of them and that way you won’t have to tote them around with you.”
“That will be wonderful; we can pay you now and then you can just send them when you contact your publisher.”
“Oh no, I will send them to you C.O.D., that way your money won’t be tied up and I know that you will receive them…now if you give me your name and address and a list of the recipients I will autograph them for you as well.”
“Oh, that will be wonderful.” Liz replied and she took a business card out of her wallet and handed it to the woman and told her to give her a minute and she would write a list of names for her, Liz was smiling so brightly that it looked like the sun had come out and chose to shine from her face. The pub owner gave her a tablet to write on and Liz proceeded to list the people they wanted to give the book to and when she had finished she asked her if she could ship two cases; they all laughed at her and said of course. And so the evening progressed and the young couple made a room full of new friends and about 11:00 p.m. they asked Timothy if he was ready to leave and he said of course. With that Max and Liz bid everyone a goodnight and drove back to the little church and dropped Timothy off before going back to the Inn.
When they got back to their room they were surprised to find their luggage had been placed on the luggage racks next to the bathroom and their beds were turned down. There were two thermos’s sitting on the table by the window…one with tea and one with coffee…there were two cups turned over on two saucers and a basket of biscuits covered with a napkin sitting next to the thermos’s. They noticed a jelly jar with a spoon next to it and a note regarding breakfast. It would be served from 7:00 a.m. until 11:00 a.m. Max smiled at Liz and told her they would have to send another thank you note to Jane, this place was absolutely wonderful. Liz had to agree and then she went over to the window and drew the blinds shut and motioned for Max to join her in the bathroom which it didn’t take him long to do.
They had a nice long leisurely shower together and headed for their bed…what a surprise…the entire bed was nothing but down. The mattress, the pillows, the comforter and even the blanket under the comforter seemed to be down. Could they get any luckier they thought. This bed was like sleeping on a cloud, oh the fun of it all…they both giggled in warm contentment at the feel of all this soft bedding…how wonderful…boy are they going to make some memories in this place…WHOOPEEEE! Max reached over and pulled Liz into him, nuzzled his head into her neck and growled as he held her, remembering all of the wonderful experiences they have had so far and relishing the thoughts running through his mind. The more he thought the tighter he hugged his wife. He didn’t have to say anything to her because she knew what he was feeling…she was having the same thoughts and they were wonderful. She snuggled down into the warmth of her husband’s body and started drifting off…this was almost too much for one human to handle.
When they awoke in the morning the sun was trying to peek its’ way through the shades on the window and Max looked down into Liz’s eyes and noticed that she was watching him as well.
“Looks like we were a little more tired than we thought last night, no?” He asked as he pulled her closer, if that was possible.
“Oh, I don’t think it was so much tired as it was a feeling of euphoria…I can’t ever remember feeling so at peace with the world or myself. It was wonderful just being in your arms and feeling loved and protected.” She said.
“That is exactly how I felt. I wanted to keep you in my arms forever and just preserve the happiness that I was experiencing. I didn’t want to ever let you go Liz, I still don’t. I love you with my whole heart and soul.” He placed a kiss on her forehead and smiled down at her lovingly…
“Oh Max, if you love me half as much as I love you I will feel cherished forever. Promise, you will always be with me, always.”
“Oh sweetie, you know I will…don’t even think thoughts like that, ok?” He squeezed just a little more…
(And as the old man remembered their confession of love a tear rolled down his cheek and he smiled a very lonely smile)
“Okay…it’s a deal.” And with that Max rolled over taking Liz with him and planted a great big kiss on the top or her head and told her he had better visit the bathroom before they had to buy all of these feathers. Liz giggled and let go of Max…but she told him it was only for a minute…he agreed…but then she had to meet him in the bathroom with the same problem and soon they were back in the shower, only this time it was playtime.
After they left their room, around 9:00 a.m., they headed to the dining room for some tea and toast before heading out on their walk. They decided to take their luggage out to the car so the maid could clean their room and get it ready for the next visitors but they told the desk that they would be back for their car sometime after noon. The clerk smiled and told them to take their time and to be careful…there were a lot of cattle roaming the hills and although the path was fenced it didn’t mean that a frisky young heifer couldn’t work her way to greener pastures if she wanted to. Max and Liz both chuckled at that and said they would keep an eye out for any strays. If they should find some what should they do…and the clerk said to ignore them…it was the owner’s problem to take care of his stock. Max nodded and they left on their hike.
After a few hours of walking through the countryside and taking picture after picture Max and Liz reluctantly headed back towards the Inn for some lunch and then back to Isabelle’s place. So far they have had a marvelous time…and as hectic as it might seem it really has been very relaxing. To say they were a couple of very happy young people was an understatement.
They arrived back at Isabelle’s apartment around 6:30 p.m. and decided to have dinner in the apartment and relax before their excursion to France in the morning. The flight wouldn’t be very long but they had to make their way through a foreign speaking airport and were not really sure just how good their high school French had stuck with them. So they settled in and had a light dinner of canned soup and sandwiches made up of the provisions in the refrigerator and Liz sliced some fresh fruit and vegetables and made a platter of finger foods to munch on. They opened a nice bottle of wine and had dinner in the dining room with the lights turned down and the drapes pulled all the way open. Max found a CD that he knew they would both enjoy and they had a very quiet, romantic evening just enjoying the scenery and each other.
Around 11:00 p.m. Liz started cleaning up the dining room and Max lifted their luggage onto the racks in the large walk-in closet and started to pack his belongings away. He came out and asked Liz if she would like to do a load of laundry while they cleaned up and she thought that would be great since Isabelle had a laundry room in the apartment. So Max gathered up the laundry and started the washing machine while Liz was putting the dishes away. Max came out to the kitchen and told her she could go in and pack her things and he would finish cleaning up after he had finished packing his bag.
Liz suggested that they wrap the bread and perishables in zip locks and put them in the freezer for when Isabelle returned. Max thought that would be a great idea and told her to go on…she could come back out and help him when she had finished packing…she gave him a quick peck on the lips and told him she would hurry, he just gave her a grin and kept on working.
By midnight the two of them had finished with all of their chores and were ready for a good night’s sleep but first they had to try out that bathtub…it looked like a miniature pool…Liz lit all of the candles in the bathroom and found some very nice bath oil to put in the tub and then she called Max in to join her…he took one look at the room and made short work of his clothes and crawled right in with her, they were really going to enjoy this…Max reached out and pulled Liz to him, allowing her to straddle his lap and wrap her legs behind him.
He reached out and retrieved a sponge laying in a dish on the side of the tub and used the bath gel next to it to lather it all up and proceeded to wash Liz’s back for her and as he rubbed around her shoulders and down to her waist she leaned in and rested her head on his shoulders and rubbed his chest with another sponge she had retrieved from the same dish. Soon she was lathering a very prominent part of Max’s body that he wasn’t ready to be lathered, or so he thought. Liz let go of the sponge and started a very nice rhythm with her right hand, while her left was busy rubbing the back of Max’s neck. She continued to rest her head on Max’s shoulder and soon she started blowing little puffs of air into his neck. Max was finally too engrossed in what was happening between their bodies and he in turn dropped his sponge and reached around and started massaging Liz’s breast and slowly working his way down to her core…he found her nub and started rubbing circles, applying more pressure as Liz’s performance started making him very hard…soon Liz moved her body into position over Max’s very prominent erection and slid right down on top of him…she was now holding on to his shoulders with both of her arms and moving in a very sensual rhythm over his body…Max couldn’t take his eyes off of her…she was so beautiful and it was as though she was in another world where only she existed. She was concentrating so hard on pleasing Max that she hadn’t even noticed that he had moved his lips towards her breasts…she just continued rock him to completion…and it didn’t take her long. When she felt him release his juices she picked up the pace and it didn’t take her long to follow behind…Max felt her contract around his erection and she continued to milk him dry. He thought they had experienced about every type of pleasure there was but this was something else. Just watching her work over him like that was one of the most sensual experiences he has ever had. He took her into his arms and held onto her for what seemed like forever. After they came down from their high Max finished washing Liz’s body as she did for him. They exited the bathtub with a newfound appreciation of each other and headed for the bedroom. They would clean the bathtub tomorrow.
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It was about 9:00 a.m. when the two lovebirds awoke and decided to be a little lazy this morning. They didn’t have to be at the airport until 2:00 so they had quite a bit of time to laze around and straighten up the apartment. They didn’t have that much to do but they would have the breakfast dishes to clean up and the bed to strip. They knew a cleaning crew would be coming in but they didn’t want them to think Isabelle’s brother was a slob. So they stayed in bed and talked for a good hour about their trip so far and the wonderful people they met and the things they had done. They talked about what they would like to do when they returned home and also a little bit about the medical building and hiring Maria to run the corporate end of the business; nothing really heavy but just ideas running through their minds.
About an hour or so later they got up and stripped the bed down and put the sheets and pillow cases in the clothes hamper and folded the comforter and laid the pillows on top of it. They went into the bathroom and Liz ran water in the huge bathtub and rinsed it out while Max brushed his teeth and headed for the shower. Liz brushed her teeth and was soon in the shower with Max and they just looked at each other and laughed.
“Do you think we will ever be able to shower alone again?” Max asked.
Liz only giggled and said…”God, I hope not…why would we want to? This is so much fun.”
“You’re right.” Max chuckled and they started washing each other off with big smiles on their faces.
Soon they were packed and ready to leave…they did one more check of the apartment to make sure all of the food was stowed, they had all of their belongings and everything was put back where it belonged…then they were off. The cab they had called was waiting for them when they arrived in the lobby and the doorman bid them goodbye and told them it was a pleasure having them as guests. Then he asked when Miss Evans was going to return and Max told him that she was working in the U.S. facility for a little while and he was sure it wouldn’t be too much longer before she came back…the doorman thanked him and told him and Liz to have a great time in Paris and Rome. They both thanked him and Max gave him a nice tip and they were off.
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