(book # 5) : Sheila And Clifford: Last Day(S) In The Bahamas.... [love; Relationships; Long; Continuation Of The Story Of Sheila And Clifford] Poem by Bri Edwards

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[contains sexually explicit wording; a bit at least, as do most or all of the 'books' in this story, so far]


Chapter 21

[Clifford speaks]:

So Day 12 ended with us back at the condo before it was even ten.
We held hands on the way back. No talk of Ike, or Vi, or Alice, or Ken.

[[Well, I guess his name was Ted. I wonder what became of him.
Perhaps they all got fat, unlike Sheila and me; we've both stayed slim;
'knock on wood.' I don't mean to disparage 'overweight-ness'.
But it can be unhealthy and inconvenient like 'over-lateness'.
And, another thing: Ike's bathroom was just another clue, for …. in it …
was a bowl of new condoms of different sizes and colors (red, pink, and blue) .]]

From the taxi we slowly and silently walked, hand in hand, ….
for a while on the nearby moonlit beach (barefooted) , kicking sand.

Finally I held Sheila close and asked 'Does your head still hurt? ',
to which Sheila replied: 'I had no headache. But Vi is such a FLIRT,
to put it mildly I guess. I had to get you out of there before too late,
before either one of us forgot which one was our real date.'

She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled up at me. We kissed.
Then she added 'I gotta pee! Last one back is a rotten egg! '
And off she ran. I followed, picking up our shoes on the way.
It reminded me of how, as a little kid, I used to play.

[Sheila speaks]:

What a relief it was to be back 'home', and not just ‘cause I had to pee.
I'd decided that the only woman I wanted Cliff to love ……. was ME!


Chapter 22

[Clifford speaks]:

Now I (Clifford) will speak of what some readers may wonder (about) .
Did Sheila and I give thought to STDs before going under ….
the bed sheet [or on top of it] to give and take sexual bliss?
Did we risk spreading AIDS if we didn't stop with a kiss?

Well, in those days a lot of people worried …, with good reason.
AIDS targeted the 'homosexual man' and the 'IV drug user'.
They were MOST 'at-risk' for HIV/AIDS no matter the season,
BUT Sheila was a woman FOR SURE, and NOT a drug abuser!

For those reasons I felt we were safe. Would I not?
And it was easy to say 'For other STDs, doctors we've got.'
After all, in Darien Connecticut, I'd never heard a jot ….
about 'sexually transmitted diseases', which make some bodies rot.

[BUT, how did I know for sure …. Sheila's private ways? ]
I saw no hypodermic needles nor thought of her as having sex with 'gays',
and, for those reasons, AND because I was NOT 'prepared',
I wore no condom our 'first time' [NOR EVER], but …… I WAS NOT scared.

[Sheila speaks]:

I see now that Cliff has given you his 'condom speech'.
Don't get me wrong; I used to always have one within my reach.
Well, there WAS the first guy, Ron. OK, and one or two others ….
with whom condoms weren't used on couch or under covers.

As I matured, read more about HIV/AIDS, and had abortions,
I stocked 'rubbers' in all sizes; yes, for all possible proportions.
Then I met Clifford, and I was on 'the Pill' (but thought I might quit) .
I'd actually thought, married or not, I might become a mom while young and fit.

So I was relieved when we discovered, on day ten, that ……
both Cliff and I donated blood to the Red Cross …. now and then.
I gave a pint every two months at the blood center, and ate their Reese's Pieces;
Cliff could give more often, because he did leukopheresis.

That gave us reason to believe our blood was tested ….
for HIV (virus) : both our horny minds were then more rested.


Chapter 23

[Sheila speaks]:

That evening, or should I say early, early on day thirteen,
after narrowly avoiding a potentially MORE uncomfortable scene ….
at Vi and Ike's place, we made love after having warm, sobering coffee.
[NOW, with Cliff, no matter how messy, I no longer referred to my hair as 'awfy'.]

I was a bit sleepy; it'd been a 'long day'. Clifford was taking his time.
I really didn't want to rush him, BUT me-wanting-to-sleep was no crime.
If I could make him come, then he'd be pleased, and I'd get my shut-eye.
Sooo, I said softly to him 'It's ok Cliff, if you are thinking of Vi.'

I really think he was tired too, but his eyes opened WIDE.
Then I said 'How would you like to be with her, deep down …., INSIDE? '
[I thought he might look at his feet; his face turned red as a beet.]
'Think of her sweet pussy, Cliff. She says it's dripping, ready to EAT.'

His eyes closed again, but he wasn't sleeping; I can sure tell you THAT!
He got bigger inside ME, and pumped faster, and came …. in one minute flat.

I think he was a little embarrassed but pleased all the same.
I know I was pleased, because now I could sleep, and THEN ………. I CAME.
It was one of my best orgasms ever, so I fell asleep with the thought ….
that with fantasizing (at times) , more excitement into my lovemaking could be brought.

[Cliff speaks]:
Yes, I admit it. I was tired and slowing down. Then I heard 'Vi', and …..
at first I WAS a bit embarrassed, but then I thought 'WHY? '
I hadn‘t been thinking of 'Vi' just then, though I'll admit I had ….. before.
In fact I'd fantasized about her (once or twice) …. behind my closed bathroom door.

Sheila WAS under me, that I never could or would forget,
but I'd be lying if I said the thought of 'Vi' had not my undies wet …
when she had showed me her breast less than six hours ago.
And I'd thought how nice it'd be to f++k her, very, verrry sloooooow.

That night back in the condo, as Sheila later did admit to me,
the use of Vi's name was for BOTH our benefits. Can't you see?
Anyway, it worked just fine. I perked up and shot my load.
Sheila came too, and I would have asked who was on HER mind …., if I'd been more bold.

We quickly fell asleep after sex that night ….., me to snore and her to purr.
I think we both dreamed about our last full day, already started; I know I did for sure.


Chapter 24

[Cliff speaks]:

Day 13 started with a bang. I banged my dear Sheila, as she'd asked.
It was the most vigorous sex we'd had yet; it came close to being a task.
But a 'task' I would be willing to undertake … for the rest of my life.
I'd begun to consider asking Sheila, dear Sheila, to be ….my wife.

[Sheila speaks]:

Clifford is sooo romantic. Bang! ? Well, ok, I DID ask him to 'bang' me.
I felt a little bad that I got Violet's name 'involved' the previous night.
I wouldn't want Cliff to forget who he was f++king. [ Don't you agree? ]
I didn't want Cliff's mind to forget ME when, in two days, I'd be out of sight.

A warm shower, coffee, and brunch, this day, we did together.
Then we rented ten-speed bikes for a ride in the beautiful weather.
First we rode along on some alleys and quiet streets.
We watched part of a cricket match and had some ice cream treats.

We biked along some park paths, with greenery all around.
We sat, huddled close together, listening to the quacking sound …
of a mother duck who was looking for handouts from us.
We laughed as it waddled and flapped its wings, making a fuss.

We watched little children, with their moms and/or dads in tow,
screaming with glee as, on swings, they were swung to and fro.
I took a chance and asked Cliff if he'd want a daughter or son.
He said he'd not given it much thought, but thought it might be fun.

Encouraged, I admitted my recent thoughts on motherhood,
and he surprised me by saying 'As a mom, I think …. you'd be good! '
We also discussed the next morning's activities (our last day) .
I'd be flying back to New York via Miami. For me, for now, NO more play.

Cliff would be flying to Texas to visit an aunt AND search out a bird.
Yes, on Day 13 I learned he 'watched birds'. How absurd …..
I thought; absurd that I did not know he made a hobby of it.
And so I shared the news, of MY favorite hobby, with him; I knit.

I learned his parents were dead, his father from suicide.
And I learned that when his mom (ten years before) died of cancer, Cliff cried.
He worked part-time as a bank teller where his father had worked,
and as a teenager, he had a paper route, AND Soda Jerked.

Yes, I learned a lot. He'd inherited 'lots' of money.
He loved baklava, a flaky pastry made with honey.
He supported 'gay rights' and Planned Parenthood.
He was 6'2', five inches taller than me when we both stood.

[Clifford speaks, again]:

And I learned more about Sheila on Day 13; yes indeed.
In high school she'd been a cheerleader. In second grade she'd peed ….
when the teacher made her stand in the corner, and Sheila could not 'hold it'.
I learned she bought grass in college (but never sold it) .

I found out her 3 siblings' names: Louise, Fred, and Harry.
I learned Sheila loved black and white movies, especially ones very scary.
Her parents lived in Brooklyn, where I'd heard once ‘a tree did grow'.
Louise and Harry were college grads, but Fred was 'a little slow'.

That night we took back, to condo, deli salad and fruit,
and ordered a large pizza, each half made to (each of us) suit.
Her half had pesto, sardines, and olives (black) .
My half had tomato sauce, ham and peppers, and ….. cheese it did NOT lack.

We both left healthy tips for housekeeping; they'd clean up for us.
On our last night and morning we didn't want, with kitchen, to fuss.
We packed our bags, set out fresh clothes, made love, and showered.
We slept in separate beds to not tempt ourselves. My, how 'WE' had flowered!


Chapter 25

[Cliff speaks]:

A prearranged shuttle van took us both, the next morning …,
to the airport. On our way there Sheila started crying without warning.

[Sheila speaks]:
Ok, I admit it, I'd fallen in love; I felt I had for sure,
and now, for my love-sickness, I wished I had a cure.
I don't mean I didn't want to love; I just didn't want to cry.
That last night we'd both admitted our love, and NOW it was 'good-bye'.

Well, not good-bye forever. We'd already each promised that.
But Cliff wouldn't be back to Darien for another week. The rat!
He'd be off bird watching; I think a scissor-tailed flycatcher.
I couldn't help worrying he'd fall into a cactus, and end up on a stretcher.

In my purse I carried a note from Vi, sent via the condo office staff.
It kinda was a sweet apology, at which I couldn't help but laugh.
After my crying stopped, and before I left Cliff for my separate flight,
I read him the note, including how, with Ike, she'd had a little fight.

Cliff waited at my flight gate with me, until my departure time.
He presented me with a hug and kiss, and another poem (with rhyme) .
I made him promise he'd call from his aunt's home;
I made him promise not to, in the desert (alone) , roam.


Chapter 26

[Violet's note to Sheila]:

Dear Sheila, Ike and I apologize for the awkward night.
We even had, today, our own little spat. Yes, a fight.
Sometimes when we fight, it feels like we really ARE married.
We're sorry things didn't work out. We hope all bad vibes are buried.

You KNOW what we do (sometimes) . We think you've enjoyed it before.
We were (including Ted and Alice) disappointed when you went out the door.
But we made the best of the situation, and hope you two did as well.
Perhaps, if you both visit Bahamas again, we'll see you. Time will tell.

Regards, Ike and Violet.



Chapter 27

[Clifford's poem for Sheila]:

My Darling Sheila

Sheila, my darling accountant,
whose figure puts all others to shame,
I can't help loving you; I'm sorry.
Your smiles and winks are ….. (mostly) to blame.

Also the morning coffee you proffered,
and the company and body you offered.
Yes, you've got what your mom calls 'looks',
but even more attractive is that you ….'read books'.

As the Texas flycatcher catches a fly,
you've caught me, and now we say 'bye',
BUT only 'bye …. for now'. I'll see you soon.
Someday you can show me yarn, and I‘ll show you a loon.

Love, Cliff

(December 2014 + January 2015)

[[ There will be more 'books' in the continuing story of Sheila and Clifford. This is the 5th book and ends with chapter 27. ]]