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others on the street as we made our way back home, enjoying the quiet and coolness of the early morning air.
If youve never walked the streets of the French Quarters early in the morning, early when there were few others about, I highly recommend it.
It was peaceful, it was serene, it was comforting; of course, I had just been sucked and fucked by a couple of good looking women, so that might have contributed to my sense of completeness.
Ya think?
Ali unlocked the gate that was next to her garage door, opening it so that we could enter the courtyard. Closing it behind her and locking it, I was ready with my lips and kissed her passionately, my arms pulling her into my body, our hips grinding our pussies against each other.
"Lynn?" Ali said, breaking off our kiss as we walked towards the apartment across the courtyard, our arms around each other.
"Yeah, baby, what is it?" I softly answered her.
"That strap-on that we used tonight?"
"Uh-huh, what about it, baby?"
"Weve got to get us one of those," giggling after she said it.
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It was the sound of my cell phone ringing that woke us a few hours later, my eyes sleepily registering the seven oclock that Alis bedside clock was displaying.
I answered my cell as Ali rose onto one of her elbows, her eyes half-opened but watching me intently.
She watched as my fuzziness was trying to clear my brain, as my brain tried to understand the words that were being spoken into my ear that morning.
She watched as my mouth dropped open in horror at what I was hearing; she watched as my hands, then body, began to shake uncontrollably, she watched as the phone slipped from my hand, watched as I fell into unconsciousness.
My life changed forever, that morning, with that phone call.
"Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust…," the voice droned on, my brain barely comprehending the unreal scenario before my swollen, red eyes, hidden by my sunglasses.
My body was leaning against Alis, her hands on my shoulders, steadying me as we watched the casket being lowered into the ground. The half-tab of Valium that Ali had given me before we left my condo, that morning, was helping me keep control of my nerves, preventing me from breaking down into emotional pieces.
We walked to the edge of the gravesite, both of us tossing a long-stemmed red rose down into the hole, landing on top of the casket.
Others did the same, slowly leaving the burial plot, walking towards the cars that were parked a short distance from the site.
"Goodnight, my sweet Betsy, Im going to miss you so much," I heard my voice say, cracking as it said it, my brain still not quite connecting to this moment in time.
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An aneurysm at the young age of fifty-four had taken Betts from me, from us, from her grieving family.
"She was getting ready for work that morning," her husband had told me between sobs at the funeral home, "and all of a
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sudden, she had a strange look come over her and she just collapsed; right there in our bedroom, collapsed and fell to the floor," his cries of anguish, wrenching my heart.
The next three days following that awful morning were a blur to me.
After I regained consciousness, after Ali made sure that I was alright physically, she laid me in our bed, covering me to help quiet the shivers that had overtaken my body.
When my shaking had stopped, after she had given me a Valium for my nerves, she jumped on her own cell phone, making calls, one right after the other, and my brain not fully comprehending all of the words I was hearing as she talked to several different people that morning.
She had called one of the local power-brokers in the city, told him of the situation and thanking him, had received the use of his corporate jet to fly us back to my home that very morning.
She dressed me, grabbed our stuff and drove us back to the big house, breaking every speed limit that the City of New Orleans had along our route.
Momma Jo was already there, Ali having called her, told her of the sad event that had just crashed into my world. Momma Jo had already stuffed clothes into our bags and had them ready for us.
Momma hugged me tight to her body, her tears falling from her face onto the top of my head as she held me, comforted me to her large body.
"Oh, Miz Lynn, oh child, Im so sorry, I wish I could make it all go away for you, child," my crying causing my body to shake as she held me tight to her, her hands lovingly, soothingly rubbing my hair, the side of my face.
Shooing us out of the house after Ali had loaded our bags into the big car, Momma Jo waved us goodbye, standing under the portico, tears streaming down her face as Ali sped us out of the driveway.
She drove us to a small airport near Lake Ponchatrain, parking near the jet which was waiting for us.
The crew loaded our bags, Ali tossing her car keys to one of the hangar workers to park her car in the secured lot, next to the hangar.
She had also called Nat using my cell and introduced herself to Nat, explaining the situation.
Nat told her not to worry, that shed be waiting for Alis phone call, letting her know which airport wed be landing at so that she could pick us up when we arrived.
Ali knew of Nat, of course, from our conversations, and Nats willingness to help did not go unnoticed by Ali in that moment of sadness.
Two hours after we left New Orleans, we landed at an airport that serviced the corporate jets in my city. Nat was waiting for us at the hangar, after Ali had called and told her where to pick us up.
"Oh, Lynn, baby, Im so, so sorry," Nat said,
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