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way. She clung to Shane, often driving down to his house in Manhattan Beach after working all day, just to sit on the sofa beside him or lay with him in his bed. She didn’t ask for anything, she didn’t cry; she just clung to him. Shane gave her the space she needed, but he was troubled by her continued grief.
    Eventually, she called into the Center and asked for a couple of weeks off, which were readily granted. Shane drove her to the beach and sat in the sand as she walked and walked. There were things she had to sort out, and he wanted her to be certain of any decisions she was trying to make, regardless of where he might end up with those decisions.
    During her second week at his house, she came into his study one evening and hugged him from behind, resting her chin on the top of his head. It was the first show of affection she had offered since her father’s death. Shane brought her crossed hands to his lips and kissed them gently, thankful that she was offering him the chance. He swiveled around to face her. The sight of her peach negligee against her beautiful olive skin almost took his breath as his body responded to the sight of her. She straddled his legs and kissed him passionately as his hands traveled up her thighs underneath the gown and rested on her waist. “It’s time for us,” she sensually said into his ear as her tongue tickled it. “I want my Shane.”
    He rose from the chair and led her to the overstuffed couch. As he removed his shorts, she pulled the gown over her head, revealing her body to him; the nipples on her ample breasts were hard in anticipation of their mating. Without any words, they came together, each wanting to fulfill the unspoken desire that had hung between them, a desire that time would wait to bring to maturity. Gina lay on the sofa as his lips traveled the length of her body and his fingers worked their magic between her legs. She rose to meet his plunges; he pushed his love into her.
    When he finally brought his erection between her legs, the evening shadows of the fading day drifted from the windows and through the room, but they were unaware of anything but the heat of the moment and the satisfying release of their fluid love. As Shane moved his cock in and out of her, Gina rose to meet his movements, her hands digging into his back; her pent up emotions riding along with them. Her cum came quickly as she lost herself in the moment of total surrender to the man she loved, the man she wanted against all odds, the man she would have. His breathing quickened along with his thrusts into his woman. The sounds and smells of their joining filled the small study, but they were both oblivious to the world around them; they were alone. At the pinnacle of their climax, Gina’s voice softly whispered, “I love you. He responded in kind; it was a promise for their future. 
    Two months later, they were married in a small ceremony on the beach attended by Gina’s mother, sister and a few close friends. There was no need for pomp and circumstance.
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    Within a month of their marriage, Shane finally convinced Mrs. Singh to move to Manhattan Beach so she could be near them. With her father’s insurance money, Gina bought her mother a small cottage located within walking distance of their house. Although she often joined them for dinner, Mrs. Singh had a life of her own. She, like Gina, had found her independence, quickly twisting the culture she had been bound to follow by her husband to suit her personal wishes. She learned to play bingo at the senior’s club; she joined a garden club and even took up playing bridge with some ladies on her street. She had never been allowed to socialize with these sorts of people, so Mrs. Singh was making the most of it. Gina and Shane suspicioned that she had taken up drinking some wine on occasion, but that was okay with them. She deserved to live, too.
    A year after they married, Shane and Gina welcomed their son, Amlan Ryden, into the world. It