JACK AND JILL

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Y01 'Jack and Jill went up the hill'
Y02 'Jack fell down'
Y03 'And Jill came tumbling after

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L07Y01 'Jack and Jill went up the hill'

The weather was not a predictor of the event that was about to take place and Jack was enjoying his last beautiful summer day at the lake, he would leave tomorrow, football practice started Monday. Jack was a good athlete, but not exceptional. He came from a long line of athletes. Both parents were large, athletic people, they could do almost anything and so could Jack. Jack's biggest liability was that he couldn't go on the attack, he didn't have a killer instinct. In wrestling and boxing, he was an excellent counter puncher, but didn't have any offense, he enjoyed the sport, he, just, didn't want to beat the other guy.
He did much better at team games, football, baseball, and basketball, but he wasn't quick enough to be excellent. He was invited to try out, but was not offered a scholarship, because he had large, 'soft' hands, and was an excellent pass blocker. His six three two thirty frame made him a candidate for tight end. He thought he could make the team his freshman year and then maybe they would offer him a scholarship.
His parents could not afford the cost of his education and he had not saved enough. He took a summer life guard position because it was the only job he could find. He did his exercises every morning followed by a five mile run around the bottom half of the lake before he went to the beach at ten.
He followed the same route every day. From his cabin he followed the asphalt road all the way to the end and then continue on dirt road which became a two track to a turn around. He stopped running and walked a short distance to a seclude cove with a marsh on each side.
He sat on a log and look at the lake through a gap between the trees on each side of the cove as it narrowed before rejoining the lake. After he rested for about five minutes, he walked back to the turn around and resumed his run back to his cabin on the other side of the lake.
At sunset he helped close the beach and returned to his cabin, ate a Spartan meal, read and listened to music, and retired. He rarely did anything else, he went to a campfire get together once in a while, but he tried not to spend money, he needed every cent. If he didn't get a scholarship he didn't know how he was going to continue his education.
This was one of the things he was thinking about as he neared the dirt road, his major and what was he going to do for transportation were, also, on his mind. He was so absorbed in his thoughts, he didn't look around, his eyes were fixed on the ground a few feet in front. He didn't notice a lawn care truck parked in the drive way or a small person spraying fertilizer, herbicide, fungicide, and insecticide on the lawn of the only year around home on this part of the lake. He ran past the house and down the dirt road past the marsh to the turnaround and walked to the log.
Jill also had trouble finding a job. If her father had not been a friend of the owner, she would be unemployed. One of his men quit without notice and no one answered the ad he posted in the local grocery store. He mentioned this to her father when they were fishing and was surprised by, "My daughter could do it."
"A woman can't do that kind of work."
"My daughter can. She's been driving since she was twelve. She was to small for the heavy work so she convinced me to let her drive the tractor pulling the hay wagon, from then on she drove all the vehicles on the farm. Try her out and you'll see." He did and she did.
She was strong for her size, five two one thirty, she could wrestle her two younger brothers to a draw most of the time. She called herself, fat, but she wasn't. She often referred to herself as 'dumb little fat one' when she made a mistake. She wasn't dumb either.
After the state bought their farm to extend the freeway, her father retired to the city where she finished her last three years of school. She was a football cheer leader and fairly popular, but she was not very good looking so the boys didn't pay attention to her, she never had a date except for group social functions and double dates when a friend was not allowed to go out alone.
Her mother was aware of how much she wanted a date and she annoyed Jill, by saying so others couldn't hear, as she left the house for a social event, "Don't come back pregnant." Her mother had a strange sense of humor at times. Other than that, both parents were very supportive.
Her family spent their summers at the lake, but their cabin was on a good beach so she never went to the county park. She, like Jack, needed money for school. Her parents would pay for her education, but she had to earn her spending money and pay for her car. Later, she was glad she started her last work day early because she was able to finish on schedule, she wanted a week off before cheer leading tryouts.
She saw Jack as she turned to make her last pass near a small picket fence by the road. She let go of the valve, good thing because she would have burned the grass with to much chemical. She couldn't explain it, but she followed him like a radar locked on to a target. As he approached, she said to herself, "Boy, I sure would like to wrap my legs around that hunk. Jill, what a thing to say. Come on, admit it, you sure would." As he passed she studied the back of his head until he disappeared around a bend in the road. She was peeved that it took him so long to come back, she knew he would.
She wanted his attention, but couldn't say a word, she was afraid she would never see him again. Reflexively, she did the only thing she could. She intended to fire a shot across his bow, but she misjudged his speed, Jack didn't jog, he ran and he accelerated as he moved from the dirt to the asphalt. She squeezed the value full blast and hit him in the middle of his chest.
His large hands served him well because they instantly protected his face. Jill froze when she realized what she had done, "Oh, what have you done, you dumb little fat one," was a silent thought. Jack didn't, he turned out of the spray, leaped the picket fence, and knocked the hose from her hands.
"I'm going to beat you to a pulp you little runt." He had never been so mad, how could anyone be so stupid. Before he could swing, his chest felt like it was on fire. He didn't want to let his antagonist escape, but he had to wash the chemicals from his body. Instinctively, he picked her up and put her across his shoulders with her head on one side of his head and legs on the other and his arms over her shoulders and legs. He ran back to the cove, he didn't want to be naked out in the open, inhibitions cause strange reactions.
He dumped her on the sand, pulled her rubber boots off, grabbed her lapels and ripped them open. Her coveralls were old and the metal buttons came out of their holes with a rrrrip. He jerked her arms from the sleeves and yanked the coveralls from her legs. He tied her arms down to her sides with the legs of the coveralls and tied the arms to a small tree.
He ripped his shirt from his body, pulled down his shorts and jock strap, and removed his shoes and socks in what seem to her to be one motion. He made no attempt to conceal himself. He dove into the water and scrubbed himself with sand from the bottom. When the burning sensation stopped he stopped scrubbing and came out of the water.
While he was scrubbing, Jill tried to free herself, but he had tied the legs so tight around her waist she couldn't move her arms and when she tried, it was almost impossible to breath so she quit. She forced herself to breath slowly to prevent hyperventilation. "Dumb little fat one, you did it this time." She stopped repeating to herself when she saw leaches on his body.
For an instant she felt sorry for him, but that turned to admiration as he deftly removed the leaches by rubbing them with sand so he could get a grip on them and rolled them between his fingers until they let loose. Her fear of what he would do to her vanished as her original fascination returned. She enjoyed the ripple of his muscles and the grace with which he moved. Her fear returned quickly when he moved towards her. She would have sworn the water turn to steam from his blood red mad body. She didn't blame him for being mad, she felt she deserved what ever he did, how could she have been so stupid.
"I going to beat the tar out of you," as he untied her and stood back. She remained quiet, regaining her breath and then removed the protective head gear she was still wearing, hat, goggles, and mist mask. When her hair fell down around her shoulders, Jack's enraged brain paid attention to the messages sent to it from his eyes. He saw the small waist and the hip waist ratio when he removed the coveralls, but it didn't register.
He fell to his knees near her and slammed his fist into the ground with such force the sand moved beneath her. Since he was twelve, his father told him almost every day, "You can't touch the girls, you can't hit, slap, or pinch them. You don't know your own strength. You could injure them so quickly you would not have time to recover and you will regret it the rest of you life."
He could not violate this dictum and he vented his frustration by beating the sand repeatedly. She felt compassion for his frustration, but fear returned quickly as his enraged brain thought of the only way he could punish her. He pushed her down, unfastened her shorts, put one arm under her legs, lift her hips off the ground, and with the other arm crossing under, he grabbed her shorts and underwear at the waist and yanked them off.
"NO, NO, STOP, STOP, this is not the way it's supposed to happen."
She beat him and squeezed her legs together, but it was useless. Her blows bounced from him like drum sticks from a drum, he didn't hear a word she said. He grabbed a thigh in each hand, his thumbs and fingers digging into her flesh with such force all resistance left her, she went limp. He spread her legs and threw her body around so one leg was on each side of his knees.
He paused, wrestling with his thoughts, his parents did not teach him about sex, he learned in school, but they did give him advice when they knew he knew. Both told him to stay away from girls. More than half of their family and friends 'had to get married' and more than half of the women were pregnant the first time.
His dad said, "Women make odd sounds when they have sex, so don't think you are hurting them, they will tell you to stop if you are." His mother told him to go slow and to wait for her to adjust and above all to be gentle.
"How could he be gentle if he wanted to punish her?"
Jill was thinking, "Well, dumb little fat one you wanted him, now you're going to get him, ready or not?"
She was ready, she was ready the first time she saw him and her fear had not diminished it. She didn't cringe, flinch, cry, or scream, she never thought he would kill her, it was a fear of the unknown, of not knowing what he would do.
Now, she was apprehensive, she had never seen an adult male aroused before and he was larger than she anticipated. She wondered which would be true, the old horror stories or the true romance. She was disappointed afterwards, neither.
He made up his mind and moved over her. "Well dumb little fat one you wanted to wrap your legs around him, now's your chance." She did and as he entered, she let out an involuntary gasp. He kept his weight on his elbows and knees. He was still for a while and then moved violently. He slammed against her with such force her body slid on the sand. He came quickly and his anger left his body with his fluid. By the time he came again he was not angry. He withdrew and sat beside her.
Jill knew he was again wrestling with his thoughts and wondered what they were, but decided not to ask. She watched him with pleasure as he again moved with grace and power, the violence was gone, his skin tone returned to a beautiful golden brown.
He pulled her socks off and carefully raised her upper body and removed her T-shirt and bra. He picked her up and carried her to the water and rinsed the sand from her body. He stood her on the sand, took her shirt, shook the sand out, and used it to fan her dry. He placed her coveralls on the sand front side down, the arms extend above and pushed the metal buttons into the sand so as to make a smooth ground cloth. He picked her up and put her on the coveralls and sat beside her.
The switch in his attitude was not lost on her subconscious, all remaining fear and doubt evaporated. He looked at her, he started at her toes and slowly went the full length of her body. She shivered as he did so. He placed his hands on her feet and slid them gently up the outside of her legs until he made contact with her hands and followed the outside of her arms ending at her hair which he gently brushed back from her face. He slid his hands back down her arms. Again he looked at her from toe to head.
"Please don't look at me that way, it gives me goose bumps."
"I can't help it. I want you again, God, do I want you."
She couldn't look this time, but she knew he was aroused.
"May I."
She spread her legs. She enjoyed watching him move, the tone of his voice, the controlled movement of his body, and his gentleness. She also realized what her earlier feeling meant, her body was telling her it wanted to be pregnant, it didn't care about circumstances or morals or anything else, it wanted to accomplish its mission in life and she gave in to it. After the third time he withdrew and again sat beside her, but this time he caressed her and kissed her hands, feet, and waist.
"I know as sure as I'm here, you'll be pregnant," and even he could not believe what he said next because he had never thought about a wife and family, not even once. "I want the child, I want our baby." Again he scanned her from toe to head. "You are beautiful."
"No, I'm not, I'm fat." He felt her tummy, under her arms, and her 'love handles'. "NO, you're not fat. You're my little dumpling."
"What?"
He turned and beat the sand with his fists. When his burst of anger subsided he placed his head on her waist facing her head. "Can you ever forgive me." And then almost a scream. "I raped my wife."
A moment passed before she could speak, "What did you say?"
He responded very calmly, "I said, can you forgive me, I raped my wife. Will you marry me?"
She couldn't believe her ears, it was beyond her wildest romantic fantasy and asked him to say it again and he did and added, "I know I will be a good husband and father. I will listen to you and I will never use force to get my own way."
She didn't know what to say.
"Could I use friendly persuasion, though?"
She couldn't help herself, she laughed, "Yes."
He stood, bent down, picked her up, and kissed her long and passionately and she responded. She could feel his arousal and wiggled from his arms and led him back to the coveralls. She wanted him. This time all the pent-up passion of both virgins was unleashed. She wrapped her legs and arms around him and dug her heels into his back and with all her might she pulled her body as close to him as possible. A while later he rolled off panting for breath and she fanned her body trying to cool off. "Phew. I can't remember being this hot." She reach orgasm several times and now knew what it meant to be hot and bothered.
After resting for a while, both were apologizing for what had happened and saying, "Let's get married as soon as possible."
"What am I saying, I'm supposed to leave for football practice tomorrow."
The following discussion revealed they were going to the same school. They agreed to do as they had planned and make changes as necessary. She dressed and he tied her coveralls around his lower body. They picked up the rest of their things and walked back to her truck. He sat in the truck while she finished her work. Both talked a mile a minute and at the same time while she drove to his cabin and then to the county park after a change of clothes. They parted with a quick kiss after she told him she would return with sandwiches at her next break.

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L07Y02 Jack fell down

Jack was an hour and half late reporting to the life guard station, a porch built over the entryway to the changing rooms and the concession stand between the parking lot and the beach. His partner, Pat, a beautiful junior coed, was worried because Jack had never been late or missed a day of work.
"What happened?"
"I was with my wife," he sat next to her on a four person bench.
"Your wife! I've never seen you with a girl and you never told me about a woman."
"We had our first date this morning," and that is how each of them described it, it was their first date.
"Wow, fill me in. How did it happen?"
"I met Jill when I was running and we got to talking and forgot the time," and that is all they ever told anyone.
"Boy, I can't wait to meet her."
"She'll be here soon with some sandwiches, I hope it will be soon, I'm starving."
Pat kept asking questions even though she knew he would not answer. Jack was an easy going, quiet person. Many days he contributed maybe ten words to their conversation in ten hours, she did all the talking.
Their daily routine involved watching the swimmers, of course, teaching swimming once a day, checking a same sex changing room every fifteen minutes, and 'patrolling' the perimeter of the swimming area every half hour to remove any unsafe items and trash and to insure the public that they were present. One remained at the station while the other patrolled or checked a changing room. At first the patrol was a boring task, but after sitting most of every day, it felt good to take a walk, so neither shunned this task.
The county park was a popular place because Bass lake lived up to its name, it was a good fishing lake, very few sandy beaches. Most cottages and homes had long docks, able to extent out into the open water away from the vegetation.
By the end of the second week together, Pat was very mad at Jack. She knew he watched every move she made. She made physical contact with him at every opportunity, she even slid a breast up and down his arm. He never made a pass at her, never asked her for a date, no response at all.
At the beginning of the fourth week, the wind was raw and she forgot her windbreaker. Jack suggested she stay down in the concession stand, but she refused. After she returned from patrol, Jack unzipped his jacket and raised his arm so she could slide under the jacket and his arm to keep warm, he draped his beach towel over their legs. Boy, did she snuggle up to him.
He finally responded and not the way she wanted. Without any emphasis on his words, "You are a beautiful woman. You are poetry in motion. When you move, your curves are something else, I can't keep my eyes off you. You are a delight to watch, but you are not my woman and never will be."
She didn't move, she felt comfortable and safe next to him and she never told Jack how she felt about him. She was able to accept his response and they developed a very strong brother sister relationship. So when Jack told her about his 'wife', she really couldn't wait to meet her. The more she thought about it the more excited she became.
At her first opportunity Jill went to the family cabin, made six sandwiches, changed her clothes, and put additional clothing in an athletic bag. Her mother returned from shopping as Jill was leaving, the guys were still fishing.
"Where are you going?"
"I have a date, mom, a real date."
"Oh, honey I'm so glad for you." They embraced. "But remember don't come home pregnant."
She laughed and Jill grinned.
Pat was on patrol when Jill drove into a packed parking lot. Pat saw her as she rounded the corner of the building, carrying a small picnic basket. She went to her and embraced her, "Hello, Jill.
Congratulations.
I'm so happy for you.
He's up those stairs."
"You must be Pat, but how did you recognize me, was it because I was the only person carrying a basket to the beach instead of the picnic area?"
"No, honey, I would have recognized you in crowd, you're glowing like a full moon."
Jill was about to speak, but Pat pointed up the stairs. Jill went up and Pat sat on bench below and listened. Jack and Jill took turns eating and talking. Jill left after one sandwich, Jack ate four and left one for a snack.
Pat returned to the station, "You said more in that short time than all summer to me." He nodded his head. "You chose a good woman."
"How can you tell?"
"Intuition, Jack, intuition."
Both scanned the beach and the water. "You are her man. No doubt about it."
The rest of the afternoon was usual. Jill returned a little after five with more sandwiches from the deli. Pat returned to the lower bench when she came up the stairs. Pat went to the station when it was Jack's turn to check a changing room or go on patrol. During those brief moments with Jill, the two women became life long friends. After sunset they would not meet again until Pat graduated. Before they left the beach, Pat gave Jack a great big kiss and a very warm hug. "Good Luck you big hunk and all the happiness in the world to you, young lady."
"Thanks."
They embraced for a long while and all departed teary eyed. They had not made plans for the evening, so Jack had no idea what Jill had in mind until he saw her take an athletic bag out of her car. He opened the door and turned on the light. She quickly scanned his three room cabin, walked quickly to his bed, put her bag under it, pulled the covers down, went to the door, and turned off the light. Jack had not moved. She removed her clothes and put them on a chair. Jack did likewise. Then she turned to him, "You sat next to that beauty queen all summer and you choose me! Do you realize what that does for my ego, you big wonderful hunk."
She jumped up, threw her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs around his waist, and kissed him passionately. He slid his hands around and under her hips. With his help she slowly lowered her body over him.
"Wow, woman."
He walked carefully to his bed and just as carefully lowered both of them on to it. She growled like a cat when she reached orgasm and before the last of the twilight left the room, she surprised him. She pushed him onto the floor, got up, and walked quickly around the room, "Sorry about that, but I had to cool off. I was approaching heat stroke."
Jack couldn't believe it. He sprung from the floor and touched her as she walked by. She stopped and let him feel her body. Every where he touched, she was very warm. He fanned her with his hands until she kissed him and the cycle repeated the rest of the night with a little sleep in between.
The next morning they showered, dressed, ate breakfast, cleaned the cabin, packed his things, returned the key, and left for the bus stop. Neither was tired and they laughed and joked most of the time. "After your bus leaves, I can't wait to tell my mother, it's pay back time," and they burst out laughing.
Both were amazed how much they had learned about each other in such a short time. Both knew they had much to do, but both had a 'can do' attitude, and they told one another they could do it because they would work at it. When his bus left they were both walking on clouds.
Many thoughts passed through Jack's mind as he looked out the window. One new thought, "Me, a family man," he still couldn't believe it. Until yesterday he never thought about it now he was conscious of it. He mulled it over for several minutes, then he turned to what he had to do and formulated a plan.
A new feeling grew in intensity, one he would not understand completely until years after graduation. A part of him was missing. When his understanding was complete he realized that he and Jill were a unit, not two individuals. He was the captain of the unit by default because women defer to men. It was not a gift, a privilege, or something he earned, it was a responsibility. He, with her help, was responsible for keeping the unit together and functioning. To have his own way, pleasure, wealth, or anything else meant nothing if he failed his responsibility. When she wasn't with him the unit was not complete and he didn't feel complete.
When they were together he felt whole, time stood still, there was no beginning, no end, no past, no future, only now. It seem like they had been together forever. Jill concurred. The feeling occurred most strongly during sex. It felt so natural, so comfortable, so satisfying. He didn't want to go anywhere, do anything, he just wanted to hold her, to keep the unit together. He didn't like it when his body told him to do otherwise because at that moment he knew he was not in control. A trap men fall into more easily than women. Men think they are in control and think they are supposed to be in control. The loss of control was one feeling that made him mad during the first years of their marriage.
Many times after sex he would be sullen or angry. He knew Jill was baffled because men seemed to enjoy sex so much more than women, why would he be sullen or angry.
He couldn't determine the cause of his sullenness or anger so how could she. He thought it was because he had given up his independence, he couldn't have his own way. Until he met Jill, he basically did what he wanted, when he wanted.
During sex his subconscious knew his body was in control not him and his ego didn't like it hence his sullenness or anger. When he realized his loss of control was the source of his frustration his sullenness and anger left and never returned. He did what had to be done, he let his body do what it had to do, but he still didn't understand his own feelings.
Women don't want to give up control either, but during their child bearing years they are reminded each month that they are not in control so they don't fall in to the trap as easily as men. Most woman learn not to fight their biology, to go with the flow, follow their feelings, and use their brains not to fight their feelings, but to keep their feelings tempered.
On arrival, Jack settled into a room in a dorm opened early for the football team, called his parents, Jill, and went to sleep. Jill met him at his first break the next day. They applied for a marriage license and married housing, they didn't expect any to be available, but they wanted their name to be in the cue. Next, they went to the college chapel, were surprised to learn they could be married on any Saturday until the second week in October. They returned in time for his next practice session. They were married the first Saturday following the end of the waiting period.
The following day after blocking practice two guys were yelling at each other. One didn't like how the other blocked him during practice and Jack intercept the first punch and forced him to sit on the bench, "We're here to play as a team, not to fight," ending it before it started. No one saw the freshman football coach duck out of sight from the end of the locker row.
At the end of morning practice the middle of the next week, Jack told his coach he was turning in his equipment, "Come to my office before you leave." A short while later, Jack knocked on his door.
"Come in." Jack closed the door and took a seat. "Why are you quitting?"
"You don't need me, you have three freshmen better than me and I can't see wasting our time."
"Good observation.
Thank you, you made my job a little easier, I hate to cut men from my roster." Jack didn't understand the full meaning of his comment. "Are you going to try out for any other sport?"
"My wife wants me to try to out for the cheer leading squad, but there are so many entrants, I don't want to bother."
"I think you should. Thanks Jack."
Before Jack reached the door, "By the way, keep your locker, you are welcome to work out with the team or in the gym any time you like."
Jack didn't see him reach for the phone as he closed the door. "If a young man named Jack wants to try out for your squad, let him."
"My squad is full and I've closed application."
"Do it anyway, if you don't you'll be missing something."
"OK."
Again, Jack didn't understand when he asked to try out for the squad at Jill's insistence, "I've been expecting you, start this afternoon."
By Saturday, Jack was up to speed and doing things he had never done before, he didn't know he had a natural ability to balance his wife on overhead lifts. He learned the tumbling exercises the coach wanted as fast as he was shown. He became the anchor for mounts and lifts. He did everything asked and more.
Tears of pride ran down Jill's cheeks when she had the chance to watch him, usually she was in front of him. She had asked the coach for that arrangement and the coach quickly agreed after Jack removed his shirt on a hot afternoon. The girls who could see him went into a swoon and didn't regain their rhythm for a half hour. He did the cheers like a dancer, with precision and grace. The coach called him to her office and made it perfectly clear, he was never to remove his shirt and that he and Jill were to always be on one end or the other. The cheer leading squad had an extra pair when football season opened and with full scholarships.
After their team scored a touchdown it was tradition for the male cheer leaders to do pushups. Without thinking Jack went to the goal post and did one handed vertical pushups with his toes straddling the post and they weren't wimpy pushups, he touched his nose to his hand and then extended fully. The students went wild and clapped in unison with each push.
Many times when the game was going badly and the team was dejected, Jack would do a solo impromptu cheer, the students would rise in unison, and the noise would be deafening.
After a heart breaking last minute season ending loss, Jack led a cheer that said in effect to the team, you may have lost by the score, but you didn't lose the game. No one left the stands as the football team carried Jack around the stadium while the band played the alma mater following the traditional hand shakes.
Even the opposing team and their fans stood and applauded. No one wanted to leave, the band had to play three more times before people began to leave. It was a game for the memory books for those who were present, they forgot other games, but not 'that' game. Many felt an esprit de corps they would never feel again.
Alum giving jumped ten per cent. Who on campus didn't know about Jack? Jack enjoyed being in the lime light, but he never succumbed to its ego inflating effects, Jack remained Jack.
When the cheer leading coach presented her awards at the fall awards banquet, she turned to the freshmen football coach, "You were right, I, we all would have missed something." A public announcement of a private understanding. He nodded thank you.
Another event, earlier in the football season also added to Jack's reputation. During an away game a fight broke out a short distance to Jack's right, out of the visiting team's fan area. Jack vaulted the brick wall as the other fans were departing. He went above the two combatants and interceded. He caught first one blow in mid air and then another, pushed both combatants forcing them to trip over a bench. Before they could recover he pinned both to the cement with no injury to either and held them until the campus police arrived. He returned to the squad and continue the cheer as if he had never missed a beat.
After the game, Jack ducked the reporters, went quickly to the locker room, and asked the coach not to identify him. The TV cameras caught the entire episode and fortunately, from Jack's point of view, his face was blocked from view or his back was to the cameras. Later, when he had the details, the TV announcer called him the 'gentle giant', a name people used when he was not present.
Jill caught up with a bunch of coeds walking between classes because the ones in front kept turning around to talk with the ones behind, slowing their progress. As the distance between them shortened, she could tell from their words and tone of voice, they were idolizing someone. When she nearly joined them, she heard 'gentle giant,' they were talking about her hunk. Again, tears of pride ran down her cheeks.
When a more observant coed turned to talk to those behind her, she noticed Jill, "Why you must be the little dumpling!" They crowd around her telling her how lucky she was, how much they enjoyed watching her and the 'gentle giant', and many other kind remarks. A thrill that would not be matched until much later in her life.
Jack ran with the cross country team, sparred with the boxing team, and worked out in the gym. Several coaches invited him to try out for their teams, "Sorry coach, I've decided to major in chem engineering and I have more than I can handle."
The locker room discussions almost always ended on sex. The most common complaint even by the married men was they didn't get enough.
"What about you, Jack, you never say anything."
"He probably has to beat them off with a club."
"Yeah, the one between his legs."
He shook his head and said to himself, "Some times I wished I had both problems, but that thought goes away very quickly because I immediately think about my little dumpling." Three married men invited him to join their wife swapping group, "Our wives would sure like a piece of you." Again he shook his head and to himself, "I can't handle what I have, why would I want more." More than once, during those locker room discussions Jack wanted to stand on the bench and shout, "You guys don't know what you are talking about," but he never did.
After graduation, the economy was in recession and after a day of four interviews and no offers, Jack still had time to present his views at a nuclear power plant public hearing. Jack was a man of few words, but when he did speak people listened, he was concise and tactful. One of his interviewers attended rather than watch TV in his motel room. He cornered Jack after the hearing and asked, "Have you ever consider public relations?"
"No, and I haven't had any classes on the subject."
"We'll pay for your education, that's not a problem. Why don't you come to our home office and talk with our staff about it."
Jack had more interviews the following week but no offers. Jack felt he didn't have a choice and called and made an appointment. Again Jack could not believe the speed with which the events happened. In less than a month, he and Jill were living in a fashionable suburb in a four bedroom home with two cars, and a large salary.
Life was very kind to Jack and Jill and both gave thanks in their own way. Those who knew them felt they deserve  everything they received and helped them receive more.
Life did deal Jack two severe blows, but he never felt the second one. Tom had played with toy soldiers from the time he could crawl. His desire to be a green beret was no surprise to them. He graduated from college and enlisted. Two years later he was a special adviser in Vietnam.
Like Jack, he wrote very few letters, but after two months in Nam he wrote once a month. Then every other week, then once a week, then twice a week. The tone of his letters changed with the increase in frequency. At first, his letters were descriptive, the country side, the people, the war. Then fear, fatigue, wounds, dying, and death. His mental health was deteriorating. He survived minor wounds, land mines, booby traps, ambushes, gun fire, and artillery.
In his last letter the tone change to hope, his tour of duty would be over in two weeks and his unit was being moved to a rear area. The military communiqué stated the helicopter transporting his unit suffered a rotor mechanical failure within sight of the air field. It crashed killing all on board.
Mary and the two grand children were the only thing that kept them going. Jack recovered a year later as much as he would, but Jill could not heal. She was functional, but she was scarred to the end.
The second blow came at age forty eight, Jack began to loose weight, no pain, no symptoms, and all tests were negative. The weight loss continued. In desperation his doctors opened him up. He died on the table, full of soft tissue cancer. It had metastasized to every organ in his body.

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L07Y03 And Jill came tumbling after

Jill drove from the bus station to the family cabin a little faster than normal, walked into the living room and yelled, "Mom I'm home." She waited for the expected reply. It came as she came from the kitchen.
"Where have you been?"
"And I'm pregnant."
"You can't possibly know yet, it's to soon."
"Like the mares on the farm, mom, I know I'm settled."
Her mother sank into chair, Jill took her bag to her room and returned. "You've got to be kidding," but when she looked into Jill's face she knew it was true. She went to her daughter, embraced her and cried.
"Don't cry, mom. I have a hunk, a real hunk."
"How long have you known him"
"One day."
"ONE DAY!" Then she filled her in on all the plans they made in one day.
"This is unbelievable, it's to much for me. Go for a walk or do something, let me recover. Then we'll talk.
Jill went to her room and packed little used items, she would leave for school in a week. When she returned to her mother, her room was in order and except for laundry she could be ready to leave in less than an hour.
"Tell me this is a joke."
"No, mom this is for real. We don't want to change our prior plans unless we have to. I know it's not the way you would like. It's not the way I would like. Everything that has happened in this one day is different than I ever dreamed."
"Talk about a whirl wind romance, this one takes the cake." She looked very carefully at her daughter's face, went to her, "I believe you, honey, this is for real."
They embraced again and cried. Then, they got down to business. They soon reached a point where they had to wait for Jack to call and answer some questions and give them his parents phone number, he didn't give it to Jill on purpose, he wanted to be sure he told them first.
When the guys returned from fishing, Jill ran to meet them and tell them. Her brothers teased her, "Gosh, Jill we thought the only thing you could catch was a cold."
She slapped at them, missing of course, they ducked away as soon as they spoke. "I didn't catch him, he came after me." They both hugged her. It took her father awhile to digest the full impact of what she said, his little girl was getting married. "You know I wish you the best, sweet heart."
"I know daddy."
She helped them unload the boat and carry gear to the cabin. At dinner she told them as much as she could remember and was willing to tell. Jack called as they cleared the table. When she learned he would have a four hour break the next day, she decided to meet him. Jack called that night to suggest a motel where the families could meet the night before the wedding. Jill called his mother immediately. Between the two mothers and Jill they agreed to keep each other informed and to share ideas. Jill had planned to commute to school and if she made the cheer leading squad her second year she would move on campus. Now that plan was discarded. She and her mother returned home and read all the real-estate adds, called several brokers, and called friends and relatives they though might know of a place to live. They looked at so many apartments and homes that by Thursday night both were exhausted.
A friend of a friend of a friend called between calls to the lake and his parents, and a call from Jack, they had inherited their parents home and were preparing to auction it and its contents and Jill could look at it before they signed any agreement. They would be glad to show the house the next morning at nine. Jill called the cabin and told her father.
It was an old single story two bedroom house, not what Jill wanted, but it had two huge advantages, it was closer to school and it was furnished. Jill called her dad and gave him the details. "Ask them if they will accept a deposit and I'll talk to them on Monday." They did. Jill was in seventh heaven, everything was going so smoothly.
When her dad learned that his dad was a farm boy and a fisherman, he suggested the men meet at the cabin and the women meet at their home for the weekend. The two families not only became in-laws, they became good friends. They had many similarities, neither were members of a church, although they did attend once in while and they agreed on politics, sports, food, and entertainment.
After dinner on Sunday, Jack and Jill said their good byes and drove to school. The other girls hooted and hollered when Jack gave her a passionate kiss at the cheerleaders dorm. Jill called home Monday night and her dad told her she could pick up the keys to the house anytime, everything was taken care of.
Neither Jack nor Jill understood what 'taken care of' meant, her parents had bought the house and paid all the house expenses when they receive their scholarships. She drove home her first break the next day. Both had lied and marked married on their forms, so they ate their meals in their dorms, but left after their last meeting to sleep a little at their new home. They it called their prehoneymoon. Neither parents liked the idea of their children living together before marriage but both wives asked their husbands not to interfere.
During his first two weeks with Jill he learned several things not to do unless he was prepared to finish what he started. If he caressed a breast or her labia, the lower half of her body would be nude before he took his next breath. If he kissed her more than once, stroked her forearm, pat her butt, kissed her passionately, or did his exercises in her presence with his shirt off, she would lead him to their bedroom and if someone was present, "Excuse us please, Jack has something he has to do."
The first time it happened Jack was baffled and embarrassed. Her mother arranged a lunch visit on a Sunday following a home game. She told Jill she would arrive an hour before and leave an hour after lunch so they could do their home work. For Jack it was the usual first visit by a mother in-law. After lunch Jill cleared the table and did the dishes to allow Jack to talk with her mother in the living room. When she rejoined them she sat next to Jack and held his hand. Absent mindedly, he stroked her forearm with his other hand. Jill stood, pulled on Jack's hand indicating she wanted him to stand, and interrupted her mother, "Excuse us mom, Jack has something he has to do."
She walked backwards to their bedroom, pulling on his arm, and giggling because of the funny look on his face. Her mother's suspicions were soon confirmed by the rhythmical creak of the old bed. She wrote a note to her daughter and left. She gave her daughter a lecture the next time they met, "But, mothh err." I have told you before that you have to postpone your urges to a more appropriate time.
After that, Jack wouldn't even look at the house to buy if it didn't have a sound proof master bedroom. Once aroused she wanted him, she wanted him NOW, and she didn't want to quit. She told him more than once, "As far as sex is concerned I can take it or leave it, but do I EVER respond to it, wow," and because of her response, sex with her was something else so Jack found it very difficult to refuse and only quit when he was empty or no feeling was left.
Jack and Jill had similar interests, but they were not similar, they were not opposite, they were complimentary. When one had strong feelings about something the other didn't care so for the most part each had their own way. The same was true for household chores, which were done quickly and on time so there was very little nagging. Most of their disagreements were caused by miscommunication which were settled quickly. The only source of complaint was Jack's lack of sleep, it didn't seem to effect Jill.
Along with his public relations activities, he was also a member of the acquisition and interview teams. He didn't like being away from home, but at least he could sleep. On one acquisition inspection trip, Jack returned home exhausted. The chemical plant was in the middle of nowhere and the local accommodations were poor, he didn't get one good nights sleep. Her mother came to help Jill with the children and after Jack greeted each, he went to bed.
"Mom would you watch the kids for a while?"
"NO. Leave him a lone, the only time you let him sleep is when you are taking care of the children."
"But mothh errr."
"I know honey, but you don't want your hunk to be sick do you."
"No."
"Well then don't over do it." Jill sulked the rest of her visit.
Jill was tired, an unusual occurrence, and Jack decided he would give Mary her bath. He didn't have any problem with the large parts of her body and both dad and daughter were enjoying the bath. But when he tried to wash her eyes even the tip of his pinkie cover all of it, he couldn't clean the corners next to her nose. He tried to wash behind her ears and he couldn't. He tried to clean her navel and he couldn't. He did succeed by using a q-tip. He finished, put Mary in her crib, went into the living room, and sat. After a few minutes of reflection he burst out laughing. Now he understood the difference between men and women besides the obvious. He roared, "And do I enjoy the difference." This time he disturbed Jill.
After the fall semester, Jill dropped out of school. Mary was born in late February and Tom two years later. Jill nursed both as long as she could. The only time they received a bottle was when they were hungry before she returned home. Jill developed a mother's ear two weeks after Mary was born. She could hear the slightest peep no matter what she was doing and would go and check. She was a very concerned and caring mother.
Jill was not planning on returning to school, but her parents convinced her to return. Her father said, "A woman's education is never wasted if she has children," and her mother wanted to take care of the children, she wouldn't hear of a baby sitter. Her mother came before Jill left and left after she returned from her last class. Jill and her mother became even closer.
This arrangement allowed Jack to work four hours a day, an ego boost, he was bring home some bacon. Jill went to summer school and Jack worked and even with their busy schedules, both were in the top ten per cent of their class. Obviously they had very little social life. Pat joined the university staff as housing director, so their social life involved visits by their families and Pat. Even so, Jill was very satisfied with life.
Life dealt her a series of severe blows. The first blow was when she miscarried a year and a half after Tom was born. She battled with depression for three months. The second came when her mother died suddenly, about two years later. Jill had to have medication to recover. Caring for the children kept her going. The third was the death of Tom, a blow from which she never completely recovered, but it put her on a new career path, she entered politics. Jack's death was the fourth, and her own death, after a long illness, was the last.
Jill was vehemently opposed to the Vietnam war and easily won a house of representative seat, she went on to be senator. Jack was her campaign manager and her chief of staff. Jack wowed the voters and he introduced her to the voters as his little dumpling. Jack quit his job and devoted full time to her political life. In his spare time he did charity work, housing for the homeless, soup kitchens, etc.
Jill championed women and children's health issues and did work outside the political arena. Jack and Jill were an effective team all the way to the end. The work they started kept her functioning after Jack's death. For more than a year she worked like a zombie, it was the only thing that kept her going. That and the support she received from all the people who knew and loved the gentle giant and the little dumpling.

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