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Her love story always touched me. This is a work of fiction. Agencies or law-enforcement organizations are not to utilize this work product in any way. It is for entertainment purposes. This story consists of 41 chapters — over 70, words! Its been a labor of love. Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words.

My previous work [Special Bond-Long Weekend at the Lake] had over 90, reads and a number of nice and constructive comments. I hope I can do as well with this effort. Just read and enjoy. Ric WAS easy on the eyes alright. Standing almost 6 foot 1-inch-tall with sandy streaked-blond hair from working in the sun, he was lean and muscular owing to the hard work on the ranch and his athletic endeavors.

He also had a broad smile which he flashed regularly, and his laugh was infectious to the other kids. The downside was that he lived with his parents in a very rural setting, quite some ways on the outskirts of town. To say it was a rural setting, would be an understatement. His dad owned a ranch, acres to be exact, which had been passed down through the generations for a hundred and fifty years.

Ric knew that one day he would inherit the ranch, as had his father before him. There were bigger and better things in life than working the ranch from sun up to sun down. Besides his biggest interest these days was trying to figure out how to lose his virginity. Living on the ranch, and being expected to carry his own weight, he was expected to fulfil his routine of daily chores, keep up his school work, and pursue his interest in varsity football and the Martial Arts.

His parents felt that they gave him plenty of freedom, but running a ranch did extract a lot of responsibilities. Perhaps he was just the strong silent type, but he was a wreck around girls when in a one-on-one situation.

The Mob usually consisted of an equal number of girls and guys, and Ric had no problem socializing with girls in this group environment. The other thing that was odd about Ric was that he excelled in school. There was the remote possibility that he might squeak into the Valedictorian slot, or at least the Salutatorian slot by the time graduation rolled around.

Ric was looking forward to the break from school, and was trying to figure out how to talk his parents into letting him go somewhere with his buddies, instead of staying home on Spring Break to help his dad on the ranch.

It was Saturday afternoon, and he had just climbed off the John Deer tractor and walked into the kitchen for a cool drink, when he overheard his parents having a very animated conversation. That night as dinner concluded Ric asked to be excused, but his mother asked that he remain while she cleared the table, as she and his dad wanted to talk with him about something.

She sat down and cleared her throat. As Carl left the room, Marge gave him a withering stare. I just wanted to give you a heads-up, dear. Ric lay on his bed replaying the scene from the kitchen. What was this about his cousin being in bed with a year-old guy, he wondered? What was that about? His imagination ran wild. His cousin must be some kind of a slut he thought!

He recalled that her father had died when she was about 8, but he could not remember what his uncle died of. Ric remembered Yvette as a bean-pole of a girl, stringy blonde hair and what he remembered most was her being a sullen, whiney little girl. During the 4 years they lived in the US, all he could conjure of his impression was that his cousin was annoying!

When Yvette was 11, she and her mother moved back to France. What was the story? He searched his memory, but at the time he was a kid himself. Then it struck him. His Aunt Barbara had loved France and when the estate was settled, she and Yvette had moved back there. At DFW the International Arrival waiting area has a long window so that people waiting for loved ones can see their party walking down the hallway.

Ric and his parents had a lengthy wait after the Air France non-stop had arrived, until the Passengers cleared customs. Suddenly the hallway on the other side of the glass became alive with passengers who had been disgorged from the Airbus and were clearing Customs.

Ric looked first at his mother and then followed her arm which was pointing at the window. Ric looked at his mother again who was still jumping up and down excitedly, while his dad stood there sulking.

His mother was pointing at a girl with long blond hair down her back walking next to a flight attendant and drawing a roll-away bag, while the blond and the attendant chatted with each other. But Ric could not believe his eyes.

On the other side of the glass was not just a blond with long hair, but a goddess. A goddess who wore the shortest mini skirt Ric had ever seen, wore slight high-heel shoes and had legs that seemed to extend to the stars, up from her shapely ankles.

As Ric took in her form he suddenly noticed that she had on an extremely shear blouse and he could clearly see the lacy bra she wore under it through the material — at least from the side. The girl carried a black jacket that matched the mini skirt over her other arm. The gorgeous blond on the other side of the glass appeared to be tall. His cousin had a lovely set of breasts, perched high on her chest. As she strutted down the hallway her tits bounced slightly with her gait.

There were girls at school who were bigger. Perfectly proportioned with the rest of the package, Ric smiled and felt a familiar stirring in his jeans.

As the passengers began to pour out of the hallway into the arrival lobby, family members began the ritual of greeting their relatives and surged towards the entrance of the hallway. As the two women broke their hug Yvette spoke. Carl was rigid and just grunted. Yvette turned to face Ric. He could not help himself he let his eyes dart from her face, to her chest.

Disappointment filled him immediately. The sheer blouse which so clearly displayed her lacy undergarment on the side, had two large pockets on the front, strategically placed over her boobs, making the frontal view of the blouse much more modest. Yvette was smiling when he returned his gaze to her eyes. She stepped forward and into him, grasping his biceps in each hand.

The large muscles, honed from ranch work and athletics, did not escape her notice. She gazed into his eyes remembering all the fun they had together as children. Yvette leaned in and kissed his right cheek and then slowly moved to his left side. Ric thought just a little too long. As Yvette stepped back she felt Ric trembling as she held his biceps. Carl and Ric wrestled the luggage to the waiting Town Car.

Yvette could not help but notice the bulging biceps, taught stomach and broad chest Ric displayed under the tight long-sleeve tee shirt he wore. She noted that he was tall. When she had leaned in to greet him earlier, she caught a faint scent, but she could not place it. She only knew that it was a very pleasant smell. She still wondered why he was shaking when she kissed his cheek.

Ric held the door for Yvette as she seated herself in the car. Ric could not help himself. As she began to slip into the car, he watched her knees automatically expecting a show, what with a mini skirt that short! Yvette daintily slid onto the rear seat, keeping her knees glued together and thus precluding any showing of girl-things that should not be shown. Chapter 4 The drive from DFW back to the ranch was a long one.

Yvette and her aunt talked endlessly. It took two trips for Ric to get everything up the stairs and on the second trip Yvette went up the stairs ahead of him with her roll-away bag. Ric expected to get a glimpse of her panty-clad ass as short as her skirt was. All he saw was legs that seemed to go on forever, but nothing else.

Yvette was stunned by the room. It was almost twice the size of her bedroom in France, had a large Queen bed and a desk with writing lamp on the far wall. On the desk was a laptop. I got a new one and thought you might like to use this one. Ric let the subject drop. Yvette set about putting things away in her dresser drawers and hanging things in her walk-in closet. More than once she remarked about how nice the bedroom was and thanked Ric for his efforts. He had a sock drawer, a underwear drawer and a junk drawer in his room.

In the bottom of his junk drawer was where he hid his girly magazines from his mom. Yvette had finished putting away clothes and hanging things up in the walk-in closet while Ric stood in the middle of the bedroom talking to his cousin.

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Her love story always touched me. This is a work of fiction. Agencies or law-enforcement organizations are not to utilize this work product in any way. It is for entertainment purposes. This story consists of 41 chapters — over 70, words!

Its been a labor of love. Yet I am sure there are spelling errors, grammatical problems and incorrect words. My previous work [Special Bond-Long Weekend at the Lake] had over 90, reads and a number of nice and constructive comments. I hope I can do as well with this effort. Just read and enjoy. Ric WAS easy on the eyes alright. Standing almost 6 foot 1-inch-tall with sandy streaked-blond hair from working in the sun, he was lean and muscular owing to the hard work on the ranch and his athletic endeavors.

He also had a broad smile which he flashed regularly, and his laugh was infectious to the other kids. The downside was that he lived with his parents in a very rural setting, quite some ways on the outskirts of town.

To say it was a rural setting, would be an understatement. His dad owned a ranch, acres to be exact, which had been passed down through the generations for a hundred and fifty years. Ric knew that one day he would inherit the ranch, as had his father before him. There were bigger and better things in life than working the ranch from sun up to sun down.

Besides his biggest interest these days was trying to figure out how to lose his virginity. Living on the ranch, and being expected to carry his own weight, he was expected to fulfil his routine of daily chores, keep up his school work, and pursue his interest in varsity football and the Martial Arts.

His parents felt that they gave him plenty of freedom, but running a ranch did extract a lot of responsibilities. Perhaps he was just the strong silent type, but he was a wreck around girls when in a one-on-one situation. The Mob usually consisted of an equal number of girls and guys, and Ric had no problem socializing with girls in this group environment. The other thing that was odd about Ric was that he excelled in school. There was the remote possibility that he might squeak into the Valedictorian slot, or at least the Salutatorian slot by the time graduation rolled around.

Ric was looking forward to the break from school, and was trying to figure out how to talk his parents into letting him go somewhere with his buddies, instead of staying home on Spring Break to help his dad on the ranch.

It was Saturday afternoon, and he had just climbed off the John Deer tractor and walked into the kitchen for a cool drink, when he overheard his parents having a very animated conversation.

That night as dinner concluded Ric asked to be excused, but his mother asked that he remain while she cleared the table, as she and his dad wanted to talk with him about something. She sat down and cleared her throat. As Carl left the room, Marge gave him a withering stare. I just wanted to give you a heads-up, dear. Ric lay on his bed replaying the scene from the kitchen. What was this about his cousin being in bed with a year-old guy, he wondered? What was that about? His imagination ran wild.

His cousin must be some kind of a slut he thought! He recalled that her father had died when she was about 8, but he could not remember what his uncle died of. Ric remembered Yvette as a bean-pole of a girl, stringy blonde hair and what he remembered most was her being a sullen, whiney little girl. During the 4 years they lived in the US, all he could conjure of his impression was that his cousin was annoying!

When Yvette was 11, she and her mother moved back to France. What was the story? He searched his memory, but at the time he was a kid himself. Then it struck him. His Aunt Barbara had loved France and when the estate was settled, she and Yvette had moved back there.

At DFW the International Arrival waiting area has a long window so that people waiting for loved ones can see their party walking down the hallway. Ric and his parents had a lengthy wait after the Air France non-stop had arrived, until the Passengers cleared customs.

Suddenly the hallway on the other side of the glass became alive with passengers who had been disgorged from the Airbus and were clearing Customs. Ric looked first at his mother and then followed her arm which was pointing at the window. Ric looked at his mother again who was still jumping up and down excitedly, while his dad stood there sulking. His mother was pointing at a girl with long blond hair down her back walking next to a flight attendant and drawing a roll-away bag, while the blond and the attendant chatted with each other.

But Ric could not believe his eyes. On the other side of the glass was not just a blond with long hair, but a goddess. A goddess who wore the shortest mini skirt Ric had ever seen, wore slight high-heel shoes and had legs that seemed to extend to the stars, up from her shapely ankles. As Ric took in her form he suddenly noticed that she had on an extremely shear blouse and he could clearly see the lacy bra she wore under it through the material — at least from the side.

The girl carried a black jacket that matched the mini skirt over her other arm. The gorgeous blond on the other side of the glass appeared to be tall. His cousin had a lovely set of breasts, perched high on her chest. As she strutted down the hallway her tits bounced slightly with her gait. There were girls at school who were bigger. Perfectly proportioned with the rest of the package, Ric smiled and felt a familiar stirring in his jeans. As the passengers began to pour out of the hallway into the arrival lobby, family members began the ritual of greeting their relatives and surged towards the entrance of the hallway.

As the two women broke their hug Yvette spoke. Carl was rigid and just grunted. Yvette turned to face Ric. He could not help himself he let his eyes dart from her face, to her chest. Disappointment filled him immediately. The sheer blouse which so clearly displayed her lacy undergarment on the side, had two large pockets on the front, strategically placed over her boobs, making the frontal view of the blouse much more modest.

Yvette was smiling when he returned his gaze to her eyes. She stepped forward and into him, grasping his biceps in each hand. The large muscles, honed from ranch work and athletics, did not escape her notice. She gazed into his eyes remembering all the fun they had together as children.

Yvette leaned in and kissed his right cheek and then slowly moved to his left side. Ric thought just a little too long. As Yvette stepped back she felt Ric trembling as she held his biceps. Carl and Ric wrestled the luggage to the waiting Town Car. Yvette could not help but notice the bulging biceps, taught stomach and broad chest Ric displayed under the tight long-sleeve tee shirt he wore. She noted that he was tall. When she had leaned in to greet him earlier, she caught a faint scent, but she could not place it.

She only knew that it was a very pleasant smell. She still wondered why he was shaking when she kissed his cheek. Ric held the door for Yvette as she seated herself in the car.

Ric could not help himself. As she began to slip into the car, he watched her knees automatically expecting a show, what with a mini skirt that short! Yvette daintily slid onto the rear seat, keeping her knees glued together and thus precluding any showing of girl-things that should not be shown.

Chapter 4 The drive from DFW back to the ranch was a long one. Yvette and her aunt talked endlessly. It took two trips for Ric to get everything up the stairs and on the second trip Yvette went up the stairs ahead of him with her roll-away bag. Ric expected to get a glimpse of her panty-clad ass as short as her skirt was.

All he saw was legs that seemed to go on forever, but nothing else. Yvette was stunned by the room. It was almost twice the size of her bedroom in France, had a large Queen bed and a desk with writing lamp on the far wall. On the desk was a laptop. I got a new one and thought you might like to use this one. Ric let the subject drop. Yvette set about putting things away in her dresser drawers and hanging things in her walk-in closet.

More than once she remarked about how nice the bedroom was and thanked Ric for his efforts. He had a sock drawer, a underwear drawer and a junk drawer in his room.

In the bottom of his junk drawer was where he hid his girly magazines from his mom. Yvette had finished putting away clothes and hanging things up in the walk-in closet while Ric stood in the middle of the bedroom talking to his cousin.

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