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31/3-1991 So finally, here is the second chapter. It took a lot of time,
and without all the support I've gotten, you wouldn't be looking
at it right now. So thanks to all my fans. You're the best!

Some points before we start :

1) This is erotica and as such contains *sex*. All you smallminded,
frustrated, easily-offended, inhibited people might just as well
commit Hara-Kiri now.

2) Also, minors (IMHO, < 16) should not read this. They should also
not watch blood movies like "Friday the umpteenth" and "Nightmare
on Elm Strt. CIV", but nobody gives a damn about that...

3) Everything depicted below, be it places, names, characters,
expressions or opinions, is freely invented by your storyteller
and is to be regarded as fiction. Similarity between aforementioned
places, names, characters, expressions or opinions and real events
is purely coincidental and unintentional.

4) The contents of this material is in no way intended to be
derogatory, demeaning or humiliating towards any of the sexes or
any kind of sexual behaviour.

5) Very special thanks goes to an unnamed party for proofreading
and constructive criticism.

6) This material is copyrighted (C) 1991. It may only be
distributed in unchanged form with this header intact and free
of charge.

7) Criticism, encouragement and in fact, ALL kinds of feedback,
are greatly appreciated.

So, without further ado : Here goes...<expectant hush from the
audience>
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                         The Johnsons Chapter 2 Will stumbled down the stairs, almost falling down in his frustration.
Yet another time he had screwed everything up. He felt like a jerk.
No, the look in his wife's eyes as she woke up, made him feel like
a bastard. It was a breach of the trust he and his wife had developed
through their eight years of marriage. Was it really that long ago?
Yes, he remembered how he had been on the verge of taking his own
life after his first wife, Laila, was killed in a car crash. Will
had been trapped in the driver's seat as the car had turned over.
His seat belt was jammed, and he could only listen, while his wife
cried faintly, her young life slowly leaving her. She had died in
the ambulance, on the way to the hospital, of internal wounds. Will
lost his mind and cried at her shoulder until he fell asleep. When
he awoke, he cried again; all he could see was his Laila's pretty
face, her warm smile, her deep brown eyes.  The only things that
had kept him from taking his own life were his children...and Suzy.
Suzy had come to his rescue. She was the only person who succeeded
in getting through to him in that period - by saving his life. She
caught him walking across the street, blindly looking straight
ahead, as a big truck came roaring down the street in his direction.
She was the only person there with courage and willpower enough to
save him; she had leaped at him and shoved him hard across the
street, then had fallen herself.  What really got Will out of his
apathy was the sight of the young woman who had just saved his
life, rolling on her back, missing the huge truck only by inches
as the driver hit his brakes a few seconds too late. That somebody would risk their life for him, convinced Will that
his life still was worth living. She got a concussion from the
fall, and Will's respect for human life, his own as well as other's,
slowly returned as he sat by her bed, holding her hand and waiting
for her to awake from her unconsciousness. They fell in love, but
waited for marriage until he was sure that she wasn't marrying him
out of pity.

 Now, he loved her more than ever and at 30, he mused, she looked
better than ever. And that was why he felt so miserable now. No,
he couldn't blame that on her, it was his own fault. He was tormented
by guilt over his lecherousness, his uncontrollable lust for her.
To take advantage of her when she was sleeping wasn't exactly his
idea of the correct behaviour for a gentleman, as which he had
always considered himself - until now. Abusing his wife in her
sleep; he had to admit he had done some really stupid things before,
but this took the prize. It would have been easier going through
life with a minimum of sex if Suzy hadn't been so stunningly
beautiful. Her big, brown eyes, her firm body, the slender legs,
the long dark hair - He felt his pants tighten and cursed himself.
It just seemed to him as a damn waste, having a pretty wife and
only getting laid once a month, at the most! He figured he just
had to forget it. Perhaps she was sexually inhibited, but she was
a loving mother and wife and a true friend, and after all, that
was what really mattered.