Annabelle and I wake up on my sofa to the sound of howling winds and driving rain.
I look at my watch. It’s 11:22 in the morning.
Several of the feeder bands are passing through the city right now.
I step on the porch and am confronted with a chilling breeze and drizzle.
“Why don’t I make us breakfast? It might be the last home cooked meal we have for a while.”
“Sure,” Annabelle says
I have half a dozen eggs left in my refrigerator which I scramble and add strips of Sharp Cheddar along with a few pats of butter to make an omelet. I put the mixture into a skillet then light my gas range. Afterwards, I pour the last of my milk into glasses for me and Annabelle.
Soon enough breakfast is ready.
We say grace, then eat, smiling at each other.
After all the omelet is eaten and the milk is gone, Annabelle says, “Since you cooked, I’ll do the dishes.”
“Bae you don’t have to do that, you’re my guest.”
“I don’t mind.”
Annabelle clears the table and places the dishes in the sink. She then turns on the water when, suddenly, there is a flash of lightning.
Nervously, I shout, “Annabelle get away from the sink!”
“Why?” She asks with irritation.
“Because I don’t want you to be struck by lightning.”
“But I’m indoors.”
“Lightning can hit the pipes and travel through them.”
“Oh. I didn’t know that.”
“We’ll worry about the dishes later, come sit with me and listen to the radio.”
I pull my Sylvania Boom Box out of the closet and tune it to the news and information station.
The reporters paint a grim picture for the potential of casualties from the storm.
I think about the cashier and her husband and, suddenly, I’m feeling guilty about yelling at my girlfriend.
So, I tell her, “Bae, I’m so sorry I yelled at you. I was just afraid you’d be struck by lightning. All you were trying to do was help me.”
Annabelle rubs the hairs on my chest, then kisses me and says, “That’s all right. I’m glad you look out for me. My mom’s boyfriend always makes me do dishes no matter what the weather.”
“Sounds like a real jerk.”
“Well for future references, you should never do dishes, bathe, shower or talk on a corded phone or use anything that plugs into the electricity while it’s lightning. Lightning can travel through the plumbing, the phone lines, and the electrical wires and kill anyone it comes in contact with. ”
We listen to the radio for a little while longer then, Annabelle says, “Could you switch your boombox to a music station? I want to dance with you!”
“Sure, but I have two left feet.”
“And look how big I am.”
“I think you’re sexy.”
“Well, maybe I think your two left feet are sexy.”
“Say no more, let’s dance, bae!”
I turn the tuning knob all over until finally, I find a station playing music.
Annabelle and I stand on the rug of my living room and we dance until my back hurts and she is out of breath.
We sit back down on the sofa and continue to listen to the music. Soon we are sleepy from breakfast and dancing and we fall asleep on the sofa.
She sits up and I lay in her lap.
Annabelle wakes me up and says, “Bae I have to go to the bathroom.”
I hear the howling wind and whipping rain then get up off of her. She walks to the bathroom then attempts to turn on the light.
“There’s no power.” She says.
“I think the flashlight I bought you yesterday is in your purse.”
Annabelle grabs her purse then goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I get the two flashlights I purchased for myself and walk around my house.
The bright LED circuits illuminate everywhere I go.
Then I go into my kitchen and check the weather radio. I scroll through the messages, which state “Hurricane Warning.”
I then set it down, realizing that I must conserve the batteries.
Annabelle steps out of the bathroom, then I go in by the light of my new flashlights.
After I am done relieving myself, I step out and Annabelle rushes up to me saying, “I’m scared.”
I gently hug her and reply, “I cannot make this storm go away, but I will try my best to comfort you.”
“What should we do?”
“Just hunker down I guess. It’s going to be like this for the next several hours.”
I then step out on my porch. There are several tree branches and roofing tiles all over my yard. Pieces of my vinyl siding are also falling off the exterior of my house.
It’s moments like these that I’m glad I have insurance.
After realizing that I could be hit by flying debris, I step back into my house and bolt the door shut.
“How bad is it?”
“It’s no worse than any other hurricane I rode out-I’ve seen a few. This is the first one I’ve experienced while on my own.”
Annabelle then says, “I usually enjoyed hurricanes because it meant time off from school and eating lots of junk food. Look how fat I am of course I like junk food.”
“Bae, I think you are beautiful. If only you knew how madly attracted I am to you, both body and soul.”
“You’re so sweet to tell me that, but there must be something wrong with you.”
“Well, I guess I’m somewhat of a perv because I’m attracted to plus-sized women.”
“But you’re my perv. And I’m glad to have you.”
I kiss Annabelle sweetly. Her glasses begin to fog up.
“I don’t want to make you do anything you’d regret, but I was wondering if we could cuddle in your bed,” Annabelle says with a bright blush.
“Sure. I would have let you sleep in my bed with me since the first night you stayed over, but I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries. You know I do respect and revere you and I always will.”
“You’re so kind and thoughtful. I bet most guys would just use me and then dump me.”
“I’m not most guys.”
“I think God broke the mold after He made you.”
I blush, then kiss her.
Afterwards, there is an awkward silence.
“Well, let’s go cuddle in your bed, Johnny!” Annabelle says.
“Right behind you, bae!” I reply.
We walk to my bedroom and I pull back the blanket and sheets. We stare awkwardly but sweetly at each other for just a moment then climb into bed.
I lay on my back and she lies on her side with her head on my chest.
We share a sweet kiss.
“Take your shirt off!” Annabelle says.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because I think you’re hot!”
Reluctantly I remove my shirt as I say, “I hope you’re not grossed out by all my body hair.”
“Nah, it doesn’t bother me.”
Annabelle begins to rub my chest and then says with excitement, “I could so make love to you right now!”
“I would want you to,” I gently answer.
“Are you sure? I mean I’m not a virgin,” She pauses then continues, “I was molested when I was seven years old. I also think that’s what made me gain weight, you know because it knocked my hormones are out of balance. You’re the first person I tell that to.”
I hold her hands and say, “Then, in my book, you’re still a virgin, unless you’ve been with anyone else?”
“No one else wanted me. What about you?”
“Only one person.”
“Wow, that’s hard to believe as cute as you are.”
Well in retrospect it didn’t mean anything. In fact, she basically used me then left me.”
“What was she like?”
“The sex was okay, the one time we did anything, but she was extremely cruel. We had been seeing each other for a while, then she had me meet her at her apartment one evening. She had taken some sort of drug which made her hypersexual. But she did all kinds of humiliating things to me then she had sex with me. It was erotic I guess for the moment, but there was no love or at least no love from her. I wanted her to love me, so I consented to all of it. The next morning I went to work with the previous night playing over and over again in my head. I was distracted from my work, to say the least, and that’s when I got shocked, lost my balance and fell eight feet and ruined my back. After she found out I couldn’t work, she left me.”
“Was she chubby too?”
“No. She was toned and muscular. I had been turned down my many chubby girls before her, but she, for whatever reason, paid attention to me so that’s why I agreed to sleep with her.”
“How old was she?”
“About thirty-five, I guess.”
“She’s old. We’re you her first?”
“No. She had a young son. I tried to be a father figure to him, but he would stay with her parents whenever she saw me.”
“I would be honored if you gave yourself to me. Know that if we do become intimate, and it’s all up to you, I want to because I truly have feelings for you and I won’t use you and throw you away,” Annabelle gently tells me in an embrace.
Annabelle nods gently.
Then I say, “I’ve been wanting to love and be loved for a very long time. You seem so perfect for me, so yes I will be intimate with you.”
“Are you sure,” She asks.
“Yes, I am sure as I’ll ever be,” I softly answer.
We then begin to slowly remove each other’s clothing and underwear, then gently become intimate. Passionately and powerfully, we make love to each other.
Annabelle says with passion, as she climaxes “Oh this is so wonderful. It’s like night and day when I compare right now and what happened when I was seven.” Her climax gets stronger and she says “I love you so much, Johnny Joseph Elder!”
I begin to climax as well and say, “I love you too, Annabelle Jenkins-both now and forever!”
“Yes, we’ll be together forever.” She says, panting and moaning with ecstasy.
Hurricane Alidore begins to get stronger and stronger as we continue to make love and climax several more times.
We collapse into the blankets and then cuddle for a while.
Suddenly the wind and rains die down. It’s the eye of the storm.
We get dressed then step out onto my porch and into my front yard.
I look at Mrs. Angela’s house and see that her lights are on. The generator her son and I connected the previous day is working. I am thankful for her sake.
Mrs. Angela steps out of her house and onto her porch and begins to talk to us, “Hello Johnny. Hello Annabelle.”
“Hi.” We reply in unison.
“I’m glad to see that y’all are all right in this storm and I’m just as glad to see that y’all are together.”
“I’m definitely glad you set us up!” I reply.
“Me too!” Annabelle adds in.
I look at my property and see that some of my roofing shingles are missing and some of the vinyl siding is gone. The stop sign at the corner near my house is also gone. There are utility poles collapsed all over the place. These winds were very strong. I know that my insurance will pay for the damage, but there is going to be a deductible. That, combined with the storm is only halfway over brings me into great distress.
Annabelle can see that I’m upset and asks, “What’s the matter bae?”
“I hope my house won’t be too badly damaged because of this storm,” I tell her.
Mrs. Angela adds in, “My house was the first on the block and it stood many hurricanes over the years. Your house was built only a few years after mine and it too stood up to many hurricanes. The only thing that happens is your roofing shingles and your siding get blown away, but those are very small potatoes.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“It’s all going to be okay. You and Annabelle just need to love each other and be good to each other in good times and bad. My husband was always good to me when he was alive and I miss him terribly to this day.”
Annabelle and I hold hands, look at each other and smile sweetly at each other.
Mrs. Angela adds in, “I think y’all should take advantage of having time alone together-if y’all get my drift.”
Annabelle adds in, “We already have and it was wonderful!”
I blush brightly.
“Well then go do it some more-there is a plethora of health benefits associated with coitus, you know!”
Annabelle giggles. I blush more.
Suddenly the winds pick up and the rain starts whipping again. The other half of Alidore is beginning.
“Go love each other!” Mrs. Angela shouts then goes inside.
Annabelle and I go inside and I bolt my front door.
She then tells me with excitement, “I think we should listen to what Mrs. Angela says, bae.”
“So do I,” I answer.
We then walk to my bedroom and begin to make love once again. We have intercourse until we are too tired to move.
Afterwards, we fall asleep in each others’ arms until the next morning…