Linda attempted to hide them from him, but her actions were useless as a tender finger on his strong hand slowly wiped away the flowing liquid.

"Why are you crying sweetheart," he whispered his deep voice cracking a little,
"You must have had some idea that I have been in love with you for a long time."

Linda shivered, unable to say anything, her tears now flowing like a tiny waterfall and her throat tightened and her mouth dry making it a little difficult to breath. She was at this point unable to control her tears, and didn’t actually care that she was crying as hard as she was. The man loved her and that was all she cared about. Being with him and doing her best to please him was her main goal.

She felt protected and loved by this wonderful intelligent man. At this point Linda could care less about the future or anything else for that matter. She was locked into the moment, exactly where she wanted to be. Linda was with her Professor her lover, her man. She knew that women everywhere would be envious, but sadly she felt just a little guilty that she could not share the special feeling of love with the whole world.

She put her arms around him and squeezed as hard as she could, attempting to let him know she felt the same about him. His fingers moved through her hair, caressing her head. The moment could not have been more perfect, unless God himself appeared to bless their union.

Linda moved up on the bed placing her face into his shoulder. There she knew that she was protected from everything. It was there she felt complete. He was the other half of her soul; her existence at this point depended on the love and understanding he gave her.

She knew that she was a young strong independent woman, however when she was with Richard, she was just a lump of clay to be molded into whatever he wanted, and she was happy he was such a wonderful artist. They lay in the bed naked holding each other as if the world was about to come to an end. His hand slid down her flawless back to her butt, squeezing it playfully. She kissed him on his neck and then in his ear. She finally could talk and whispered in his ear,

"Richard … I love you too."

"I know little girl … I have always known."

Although it seemed like hours had passed, it had not been very long until the phone on the nightstand began to chime. Richard picked up the receiver and put it to his ear.

"Yes?"

"Thank you."

She looked at him quizzically.

"I left a wake up call, not knowing we would be awake this early. We are scheduled to meet Mr. Yackamura on his boat for brunch. Are you ready to get up yet?

She nodded her head, in a little lie. She never wanted to leave what they were sharing at that moment. Linda knew however that she would never forget one second of that morning for the rest of her life. It was all burned into her memory forever.

There were her parents that she cared for deeply, but this was the first time in her short life she knew that she was really in love. It was something she could feel down to her toes. All of the sex aside, her love for Richard was the most wonderful feeling she had ever had.

The time was 8:00am, and Richard told Linda, to go in and take her shower then he would follow. She looked at him, frowning almost insulted that he was not going to join her. When he saw the expression on her face, he began to laugh.

"And what is so funny, Mr. Thompson?" she asked squinting her eyes at him, her mouth curled down at the ends.

"Your expression sweetie. I know exactly what you are thinking and it isn’t going to happen. Go in and get a shower, and I will take mine after you are done."

"Richaaarrrddd," she said with a wining voice … "you are just mean."

"Go woman."

"Yes Tarzan … Jane go now."

Linda quickly went into the shower. The warm water was wonderful as it sprayed on her back. She felt great, but a little sticky after everything they had been doing. It had been sticky, but nice. She felt strange being in the shower without Richard, and not being able to play with his penis and squeeze his tight butt. Linda loved the hulk almost as much as Richard, she thought. Then she considered taking it back to the sorority with her, but then she might have to share it with the other girls. Not a good idea; she decided she would let Richard keep it with him. A knock came to the door and Richard asked,

"Sweetie, are you about done in there?"

"Almost!"

"Well hurry up, I don’t want to be late."

"Okay … just a minute. You know we would both be done now if we had taken out showers together."

"Yah … sure we would. Do I look that dumb to you?"

"Richaaarrrddd."

"Yes my love?"

"Come … in … here and … um … wash my back."

"No way in hell. Get out of there so I can take my shower. I don’t want to meet Mr. Yackamura, smelling of sex."

‘Damn, she thought he didn’t fall for it.’

She turned off the shower and dried her hair with a towel, then wrapped another towel around her and went out the door. Richard was sitting on a chair wearing only his jockey shorts.

‘Ummmm she thought,’ then dropped the towel on the floor. Linda stood their naked, holding a hand to her mouth and said,

"Oops." Then made a sharp contortion of her face as though she had done it in error.

Richard stood up from the chair and walked right by her into the bathroom. He said,

"Not looking at you little girl."

She stomped her foot on the thick carpet in a movement of frustration, however very little sound was heard. She said,

"Richaaarrrddd."

Linda placed the towel on the chair where he had been sitting and rubbed her hair with the other towel. She became concerned after a couple of minutes when she heard no sound of a shower running in the bathroom.

Is everything ok in there?" she asked through the door.

There was no sound at all. She opened the door a crack as she didn’t want to interrupt him if he was on the throne and said,

"Richard? Honey are you OK?"

There was nothing but silence. Now she was really worried and swung the door wide open. Richard was standing ridged staring into the open shower door, not moving, and breathing very shallow. He was totally naked and his eyes were wide open.

"What’s wrong sweetie?"

"Lllookk," he said.

"Where?" she ask looking all around the room.

"In … the … shower."

She looked around him as he was blocking her view. At first she could see nothing, but then on the bath mat she saw it. There was a small spider the size of her pinky finger. It wasn’t moving; it was just sitting there.

"What? The spider?"

"Do something." He growled quietly as though it were the size of a house.

Linda pulled a strip of toilet paper off the roll and struggled to push Richard’s massive body to the side, so she could get into the shower.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a nervous voice, "I meant for you to call somebody."

Linda bent down and scooped up the spider in the paper, exited the shower and dropped it into the commode. She then flushed it. The paper and the spider were no more. Richard looked around and asked,

"Do you think there any more? They usually run in packs, don’t they?"

Linda smiled and said, "Take your shower. The spider is gone."

As Linda walked out of the bathroom, Richard was mumbling something about all spiders being poisonous.

"Take a shower we’re going to be late." Well apparently spiders to Richard were like kryptonite to Superman. Her man had a flaw and she couldn’t believe it.
As he got into the shower, she took his old jockey shorts and stuffed them into the dirty clothes bag. When he came out, he asked,

"Did you see the size of that thing?"

"Yes! I laid out your clothes on the bed, you big strong handsome man."

"It was gigantic. I really hate spiders. Do you know that all spiders are poisonous?"

"I’ve heard that," said Linda smiling as she knelt down in front of him, slipping on his socks.

"You know when I was a little..."

"Enough about spiders. Get dressed so we can go," said Linda.

Richard got dressed in silence, every so often looking around the floor suspiciously. When he was dressed, he stood then looked at Linda, taking a double take.

"You look wonderful little girl."

"Bout time." She said shaking her head.

"What …?" asked Richard.

"Let’s go love of my life."

They got in the elevator and he pushed the down button, quickly looking all around. When she saw him she asked,

"Are you still thinking about that spider?"

"A little," he mumbled.

She chuckle, then decided she would drop it. He wasn’t afraid of giant sharks, she thought or even caveman sized football players, but a tiny spider threw him into a catatonic state. Well she knew at that time, she was going to be around a long time, if only to fight off his spiders.

To Be Continued …

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