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Asstr Kelly
“Kitchen's closed.” She said
hooking a thumb towards the darkened pass thru.

Her name tag said “Kelly,” with a
little gold star next to her name.
I was sitting on the first counter stool next to the cash register, in some coffee shop in the middle of nowhere, not having a clue as to how I got there.
This is not new for me. Seems to be happening a lot, this last six months. Since Danny was killed.
I found it difficult to pay attention to anything but my thoughts of my only son.
At least it wasn't a bar like usual.
“Thanks,” I said, as she set the cup on the counter in front of me.
“Well the elephant had to piss some time.”
This was delivered in such a normal tone that I damn near missed it.
My mind heard “Welcome” and not much else.
She paused about five seconds, and then
started away.
Wait, what was that? Welco... no...
I replayed what she had said, and got it.
“Welcome back,” she said, with a smile over her shoulder.
“Not sure, but I think I just got here. Thanks for waking me up.”
“No problem, let me know when you want a re-fill.”
Hmm. Five feet nothing, bet she never weighed 100 pounds in her life, blond, blue, pearly whites.
Pretty as a speckled pup, in a black skirt and white blouse.
Keds? And Bobbi socks? They still make those?
22 to 25, leaning towards the upper.
What the hell is she doing in this place?
Well, now that my eyes have started taking note on her, let's just see what else is going on around me.
There was a cop, about my age, sitting at the other end of the counter, where Kelly just stopped to pour. They're both were looking at me as they talked, but at least Kelly is smiling.
Two 30 something guys drinking iced tea half way down the counter between me and the cop.
The only other folks in the place were sitting at a large table behind me. A group of people having some sort of party...
Dear sir, We regret to inform you that your son...
I drifted away, into thoughts of my son.
I flinched and looked up at Kelly. I hadn't noticed her coming back over to me.
I shook my head a second, then said, “Oh, um, yeah, I'm alright. Just lost in my mind.”
The two counter stool jockeys were getting up to leave, and the cop was still looking at me.
After she rang out the thirty somethings and they were gone, Kelly came back over to me.
“Sure, thanks.” I leaned towards her and said quietly, “Listen, That table, with the soldier? I get their check, okay? But please, don't tell them it was me.”
“Um, are you sure? It'll be, like, seventy five bucks.” She spoke just as quietly, and I silently thanked her.
I dug out my wallet and handed her two fifties. “Put my coffee on it and keep the change?”
“Thanks,” I said. I don't think she understood what I was doing, or why, but that didn't matter to me.
It's just my way of supporting our troops. I do it when I can.
She looked at me oddly as she stepped over to the cash register.
After she rang up the bill, she walked back over to the cop, and topped up his cup, again.
I sighed, sipped, then stirred in a little more cream.
A moment later, Kelly went over to the table, and asked if anyone wanted anything else, and soldier boy said, “Just the check.”
“Already taken care of.” she said.
“One of the guys that was here got it.”
“What? No, this ain't right.” he said as he stood up.
I looked around and saw Kelly start looking a little scared.
“It's already a done deal,” she said.
He was arguing with her as she backed towards the counter, shaking her head.
The cop stood up, paying close attention.
I could see that Kelly was about to give in and point me out.
“AT EASE, Corporal,” I said, in Command Voice.
“ I saw what went down,” I said. “And, more, I understand why.
That guy saw you sitting there in uniform, and knew you were going out to fight for us. To protect us.
He can't do that. For what ever reason, he can't go.
So he pulls out his wallet and picks up your tab.
Now, he don't want to embarrass you or create a scene, so he takes off, feeling good about it.
He knows damn good and well that you'd refuse to accept his offer, if he made it to you.
But he feels that's the least he can do. If for no other reason than his own self pride.
It's his way of saying Thank You for doing what he can not.
Hell, he just beat me to it, or I'd a picked it up, myself.
So thank the pretty waitress, and go.
I turned away from his stunned
expression and sipped my coffee.
I almost lost control, when I felt his
hand on my shoulder.
I just nodded, not even looking up.
I heard the door close after them, and I closed my eyes.
On behalf of a grateful nation, please accept...
“That was a good thing you done.” said a voice. It was the cop.
He said, “They don't have much, and this was the best they could afford to send Billy off to Iraq.
Him and Jeanna just got married last week, and I think she's more scared than he is, that he won't come back.”
“Kelly? I gotta get back out there.”
The door closed again. So did my eyes.
Kelly had slapped the counter, right next to me. “So what in the HELL was that about? Jesus, I thought he was going to hit me or something.”
“No, he'd never of hit you. And just like I told him. I can't.”
Can't kill the fuckers that set the IED.
Kelly looked confused for only a second, and then she... just... came... apart.
Then I had my hands full of a wailing, sobbing puppet, who's strings had been cut.
It was all I could do to hold her from hitting the floor.
God must have been having a good laugh.
I knew what the gold star on her name tag was for, now. I can't explain how I knew, but she had lost a Daniel, too.
So I did what any man would do in a situation like this. I fell apart.
We both let out all the anguish, all the fear and despair, all the longings we had been holding in. We both felt the terrible power of each others emotions and the grief of our losses.

We found each other who knows how much later, still in each others arms. We both turned from our own misery and tried to comfort each other, kneeling there on the floor. I kissed her, and we both moaned. Then she was kissing me, her tongue driving into my mouth to wrestle with mine.

Kelly gasped out in short breaths, “I need you. I need you in me right now.”
“I need you, too. So very much.” I was panting too, like I'd just run a mile.
“My apartment is upstairs; will you come with me?”
We helped each other up off the floor, and she led me into the back hallway. She unlocked a door that looked like a closet, to reveal a stairway leading up. At the top, was her loft apartment. She had the whole second floor of the building.

As soon as we got to the top of the stairs, she turned and urgently kissed me again. She moaned into my mouth as I cupped he breasts through her clothes, and hissed,”Yess, that feels so good.” Kelly pulled me across the apartment, into her bedroom, and then she pulled her panties off from under her skirt, and started reaching for my belt. I managed, or Kelly managed to get my pants down to my knees, and then she pushed me onto the bed on my back and mounted me. She was incredibly wet, and incandescently hot.
We did not make love, there was only pure primal instinct sex. My vision tunneled until I could only see those blue eyes, staring into mine, and their terrible need. A need that matched my own. Defying death with the promise of new life.
Kelly's first orgasm started almost instantly. I could feel her vagina clamping and releasing my cock, in a quickening tempo as she drove herself upon me. It was all I could do to match her thrusts with my own. When she came, she went stiff and stopped breathing. She clamped down so tightly I couldn't move. I saw in her eyes the changes from need to wonder to rapture.

Then, with a gasp, she did her damnedest to drive my ass through the bed and into the floor. I reached up and ripped open her blouse, buttons flying.
I pushed the cups of her bra up off those perfect tits and palmed her nipples, gently rubbing and pinching them, as her second orgasm quickly approached.
Then we fell off the cliff together.
My eyes were closed. There was an amazingly comfortable weight on
top of me, and my dick was wet.
It had been a long time since I felt this good.
I could hear soft purrs coming from the weight on my chest. No
words, just contented sounds. I felt a hand gently caressing my cock,
and started getting hard again. This produced some happy sounds from
the weight on my chest. I realized I hadn't felt this good since Lisa
died.
My dick instantly shriveled to nothing,
bringing a sigh of protest from the soft weight atop me.
I opened my eyes to the darkened
bedroom, and looked down at the blond head resting on my chest.
“ I'm Mike. I thought you should
know.”
“ Hmm, Mike.” A soft chuckle,
“I like that.”
“ Kelly, darlin', We have to get
up.”
She made a soft sound of disapproval,
as she snuggled tighter.
“ Yes, you do,” said a voice
from the other room.
We froze, fear coursing through both of
us.
“ I have to use the restroom,”
said the voice. “You two get yourselves together, while I do that.”
I heard his footsteps fade, then the
creak of a door.
Kelly looked up at me and I met her
eyes.
We got ourselves upright and fixed our
clothes.
Easy for me, but Kelly had to overlap
the tails of her blouse and tuck them into her skirt.
“ Thank You,” she said, softly
“I needed that more than you could ever know.”
“ You're wrong, and Thank You,
too.”
She smiled, and the world stopped to
take notice.
I reached out and drew her into a hug.
The cop (Dad, oh shit) was
waiting for us in Kelly's living room, and we walked out and faced
him, our arms still around each other.
He stepped closer to us, and looked
into Kelly's eyes, searching them.
Then, his eyes softened and he gave a
faint smile.
He turned his head and his eyes bored
into mine. I felt him in my head, kicking over the furniture, opening
the closets, searching. This scared the shit out of me. He knew it
too, as his hand slowly came up and gripped mine.
“ Don't hurt my little girl.
She's all I have to live for.”
His eyes were telling me the same
thing.
I just nodded, not knowing a single
thing to say.

He said, “I have to go, but you two
need to talk.”
He looked at Kelly, searching her eyes,
again.
“ I love you baby. I'll lock up
the coffee shop on my way out.”
Eyes back to me. Searching. “Kelly?
Don't hurt him either.”
As he turned away, he glanced back at
the two of us and said, “I want you both to know something. It's
okay to live.”
As I stepped into the patrol car, I thought about all I'd
witnessed this last couple of hours.
I was at Mom's Coffee Shop getting a last cup of coffee for the
day and chatting with my daughter when a guy about my age walked in.
Having never seen him before, I did the automatic cop thing, noting
his description in my mind. Five nine, one sixty five, brown, brown.
Dressed business casual, no hat, no tie.
He sat at the first counter stool he came to which put him right
next to the cash register.
I noticed because it is a favorite seat for bandits wanting to
grab when the drawer opens.
This guy, however seemed too out of it, and too well dressed to be
trying that kind of scam, so I dropped the thought.
I kinda drifted off, thinking about what the rest of my shift
might bring, while Kelly went to tend her new customer. Clyde, the
cook, and Raul, the dish washer had already gone home for the night
and I hoped I wouldn't have to go over to Raul's house, again. He was
a great kid, unless he started drinking.
“HA!” I heard, bringing me back to the present. He and Kelly
exchanged a few more words, and he looked a lot more alive. Kelly
came back over to me with the pot in her hand.
“Nothing, Dad. He just seemed so sad and lonely...”
“You told him the Elephant thing, didn't you?”
“Yeah,” she was looking back at him, smiling.
I haven't seen a lot of smiles from Kelly, lately. Not since
Daniel went and got himself killed in a training accident at Ft.
Bragg 2 years ago. Those chutes are supposed to open as you exit the
plane. Static line, they call it.
I looked at him too, idly wondering if he was drunk, or what. It's
just me. I don't like drunks.
I asked Kelly if he seemed sober, and she said yes, he just seemed
to be thinking about something that bothered him.
Looking back, the guy at the counter had the look. Shell shocked.
He'd lost someone. I'd worn that look myself, for a long time after
Audry was killed by the drunk driver. I don't like drunk drivers.
Kelly didn't remember her mom. She'd been only three, twenty two
years ago.

Kelly went and checked on Bill and Bob,
sitting in their usual seats in the middle of the counter. Bob asked
for their check, and Kelly wrote it out.
Then she went over to the new guy, and
got his attention.

Bill and Bob got up and went to settle
at the cash. Bob gave her a five and told her to keep the change.
Just like they always did. Tomorrow, it would be Bill's turn to pay.
As they were leaving, Kelly topped up
the new guy's cup. He leaned towards her and they had a whispered
conversation. He fished out some money and handed it to her. She
looked at him like he had a third eye for a second, there, but rang
him up.
She came back over to me and poured
just a little more coffee into my cup. She still had a strange look
on her face.
“He just paid for the Martins' check.
Said not to let them know it was him.”
“Hmm, that's different. Wonder why he
did that?”
She shrugged, and went over to the
table the Martins were at.
When Billy Martin stood up, looking all
tense, I got to my feet, too. Billy isn't the smartest kid around. He
tends to hit at things he doesn't understand. Kelly looked a little
nervous, too, as she backed towards the counter.
“AT EASE, Corporal!” I know Command
Voice when I hear it. My eyes snapped to the guy at the counter.
He was talking to Billy in low tones,
but I heard enough to get what he was saying. I eased back on my
stool for a moment, and came to a decision. I needed to say something
to this guy. I drained my cup and set it in the tub under the
counter.
I saw Billy reach up and lay his had on
the guys shoulder. The guy nodded. Billy and his family started
filing out the door, and I got up and went towards the guy. When the
door closed, he just sagged. Like he wasn't there any more.
I stopped behind the stool next to him,
and said, “That was a good thing you done.” He straitened up a
little, and looked up at me. I told him a little about the Martins
and how Jeanna and Billy had just got married.
Some how I knew it was the truth. I
patted him on the shoulder and told Kelly I had to go make a patrol,
and walked out to my cruiser.
As I got in the car, I looked back.
Kelly was talking to the guy, and She did not look very happy.
Oh well, she'd be closing in about
fifteen minutes, and I'd be back in less than half an hour, unless I
made a stop or got a call. I knew Kelly would have a cup of hot
chocolate waiting for me. Just like every night for the last two
years.
Two years since her husband died, and
she came home.
Right as I pulled out onto the street,
Don, my night patrol officer came on the radio to let me know he was
on duty. I told him I was going to take one last lap around the south
end, then I would call it quits for the night.

After I finished my patrol and radioed
Don that he was on his own for the night, I drove back to Mom's, and
was surprised the guys car was still at the curb.
I looked in the window, but I couldn't
see anyone.
Before I got out of my cruiser, I
called Don, and asked him to head over this way. I told him something
didn't seem right, and to check out the car outside the coffee shop.
He told me he'd be there in about five, unless I needed him sooner. I
said that would be fine, but if I called him again, to be ready to
light up.
I got out and drew my revolver as I
approached the door. When I pushed it open, I heard Kelly say, “In
me RIGHT NOW!”
I still didn't see them. But I could
hear them. I looked around the corner, and they were on their knees
with their arms wrapped around each other, kissing. Kelly hadn't
shown any kind of interest in any one since she came home, so I was
very surprised to see her kissing a stranger. I leaned back, and
wondered what to do. I heard Kelly ask him upstairs to her apartment,
and saw them as they stood. They walked to the back hall so wrapped
together they seemed to be one person.

I turned back, to the door, and locked
it. I sighed, and noticed my revolver still in my hand. I
re-holstered it, and flipped the sign to closed. Then I used my
portable to let Don know everything was okay, he could drop it, and
that I was done for the night.
I leaned back against the door, and
thought: What to do? She's my daughter! She's a grown woman. She's
my daughter. She's old enough to make her own decisions. She's my
daughter. I love her. I have to let her have this.
I sighed, and turned out the lights, my
decision made. I quietly followed them upstairs, skipping the squeaky
fourth step.
As I got to the top of the stairs, I
saw Kelly pulling him into her bedroom. I couldn't help myself, but
had to go over and peek around the door frame just in time to see
Kelly shove him back on her bed, and straddle him with her skirt
bunched to her waist. I pulled back and rested my head against the
wall. I couldn't figure out what my feelings were.
I looked again, just as she came. Hard.
She went rigid, and stopped breathing.
Just like her mother used to. I knew
what was next, in three; two; one...
A huge gasp, and she was doing her best
to drive the guys whole body into herself.
A few moments later, I heard his groan,
and her scream.
I went over by the couch and turned on
one of the end table lamps. I knew they wouldn't notice.
I couldn't help it. I went back to the
door, and looked again.
They were both still caught in the
throws of their orgasm. They seemed to almost glow in the dark.
They were beautiful. Then I saw his
head hit the bed, and Kelly just collapsed on top of him.
Been there too. God, I still miss my
wife.
I sighed, again and walked into the
kitchen, filled the teakettle and set it on the stove. I left the
spout open, so it wouldn't whistle. When the water was hot, I grabbed
a mug and made myself a cup of hot chocolate. It was way too late for
coffee. I sat down on the couch, and sipped at my cup. I knew they'd
be out of it for at least a few more minutes. I used the time to try
and figure out my feelings.
My thoughts turned back to the first
time I had sex after Audry was killed.
I was walking home from the subway station after getting off
shift. My dream job of being a New York City Police Officer had
turned to ashes the night my wife had been killed by the drunk
driver.
My head was down and I was not even looking to see where I was
going. I was on auto pilot, as usual.
Kelly's fifth birthday was in two weeks, and I didn't have a
clue what to get her.
New York sucked. If it weren't for Kelly, I'd just put my gun
in my mouth and end it all. That option has been looking better and
better, lately. I needed to stop at a package store on the way home.
I was out of whiskey. Drinking too much, and alone, but so what. What
did it matter? Audry was gone.
I turned a corner and ran into some one. “Sorry,” I
mumbled, and tried to step around her. She stepped with me. I stepped
the other way, and she matched me. I was getting mad, and looked up
...
And fell into the saddest eyes I have ever seen.
She took my arm and started walking back the way I had come
from, never breaking her lock on my eyes. I didn't know why, but I
just followed her lead.
About half way down the block, we turned onto the steps of an
old brownstone. Her apartment was on the first floor. She pul
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