Chapter 6

They walked out of the barn and over to his truck.

As he started the engine, Abigail leaned into the cab.

"This is just the beginning," she whispered. "I love you."

"I'm cumming, Hayden. Fuck me harder."

Hayden increased his speed and ploughed deeper into her folds. Her eyes locked on his and then rolled back.

"Oh God! Yes, fuck me, baby. Cum in me. I want to feel it."

"Yeah, babe," Hayden yelled as he filled her folds with his cum. He held his body up until he felt his shaft slip from her folds, then he rolled off her.

Brianna rolled on her side and threw her leg over him. He could feel the dampness and heat in her folds. "That was fantastic, as usual," she whispered. The two of them stayed this way until morning.

Hayden was in the kitchen of his condo when Brianna appeared around the corner. She had on a bathrobe that practically swallowed her in its silk folds. Lucky robe. Brianna was beyond adorable. The girl next door has a rounded, curvy body, big eyes, and reddish blonde hair. They played together on the museum softball team. Last night, after the game, they went to Hayden's condo and had sex. It was a regular occurrence. To Hayden, she was a "fuck friend," but he was beginning to feel Brianna wanted a little more from him. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. Besides, he was ten years older than her, and that bothered him. He didn't know why, but it did.

"Going to take a shower, OK?" she said, and with that, she padded off.

Hayden heard the shower water start to run. He debated whether to go and take one with her. He could picture her tipping her head back and letting the water hit her breasts. The hot water was teasing, puckering her nipples. Just perfect for sucking. The slick feel of her soapy skin as she ran her hands over her body. He could feel it. Suddenly, the tea kettle whistled, bringing him back.

After eating breakfast and kissing him good-bye, Brianna left for her apartment. "See you Monday."

Hayden spent the rest of the weekend doing errands and then went to the Nationals' game. He had friends who had a luxury box, so it was great to go. Sometimes they went with their wives, and they always brought someone for Hayden, trying to fix him up. This time it was just the guys, so Hayden felt like going.

Hayden was doing pretty well. He just finished his doctorate in history, had written numerous books, and was well respected in his field. For 4 years, he was the assistant director at the Smithsonian Museum of History, and there was talk that he was on the very short list for the head job. After only 15 years out of college, he was doing well.

His love life was not so good. He never got over Abigail dumping him or how she did it. He thought that everything was going so well. Then he got a post card saying it was all over and don't try to contact her. She never returned to college. All her best friends in college could tell him that it wasn't good and he should just move on.

Hayden tried. He got married to a lawyer named Susan, a raven-haired beauty with a perfect body and perfect face, and she knew it. Looking back, Hayden didn't know why they got married. At first, it was great, but they were headed in different directions. He was satisfied with his museum jobs. She wanted more, much more. So they used each other to get ahead. He got into the Smithsonian, and she became a high-powered lobbyist on Capitol Hill. After 7 years, they decided it was better to part ways. They were still friends, and as a matter of fact, they still went out together. If one of them needed a date for an important dinner or meeting, they called. The sex was usually pretty good after, too.

Since then, he has never had any problem finding a girl friend, the latest being Brianna. But he couldn't make that final commitment to any of them. He couldn't even make it to Susan.

Monday morning, Hayden sat in his office. He knew he had a meeting that afternoon, but there was nothing until then. He called out to his secretary to see if he had anything, and she said he didn't. He decided to get out and walk around the museum. He started a new programme in which he hired young college students who acted as role models in some of the exhibits. He was getting good feedback as the students interacted with the people. A number of school groups were especially happy with them. He checked the schedule and noticed there was an 8th grade group scheduled. He checked the name and discovered that it was a school that wasn't that far from his home town. He decided to see for himself how things were going. It was time to get out of his office and get back to what he liked: interacting with people about history. So he grabbed a clipboard and headed out.

He found the group at the Birmingham, Alabama, Civil Rights exhibit. He nodded to the two workers and proceeded to listen and watch. The group had about 20 students. Hayden checked his clipboard to see if he could find the teachers' names. He thought he might ask them and some of their students their opinions. The two teachers' names were Mr. Williams and Mrs. Perry.

As he moved around, Mr. Williams was easy to spot, but he couldn't seem to find Mrs. Perry. Finally, he asked one of the students who her teacher was. The girl pointed to a woman who was standing off to the right. Hayden could only see her from the back. She had medium-length auburn hair and was dressed in a pair of nice jeans and a coloured collared shirt. The fact that she had auburn hair already made Hayden interested in meeting her. As he moved closer, he could hear her talking to one of the students. There was something familiar about the voice, but he couldn't place it.

Hayden tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, could I ask you some questions about..." She turned, and they looked at each other. There was an awkward silence.

"Abigail?"