"This is the unprovable truth, ladies. You know me well enough to know how dearly I hold the truth. You know I would never touch anybody inappropriately, let alone force myself on anyone. I hope this plants some seed of doubt in your minds. Thank you for this information and for your time."

Alan stood and exited the huddle room, leaving the two ladies to look at each other in doubt and to worry about him and the project if he opted to leave. They took their copy of his truth and returned to their workstations. Alan listened to the voicemail left by a recruiter and was about to call them back when another recruiter called him. Alan spoke with this other recruiter for about 15 minutes and agreed to let them present his profile to one of their customers here in town. Alan then called back the first recruiter and spoke to them for about 20 minutes about a different customer looking for good project managers. Alan allowed his profile to be shared with that new customer as well.

Alan did not step outside to accept or place these calls, and others around him could hear parts of his discussion. Soon the office was buzzing about Alan's likely departure and speculation as to where he might land started many discussions. It even caused a couple to consider updating their resumes if the company would treat Alan that way. The rest of the afternoon passed relatively uneventfully, and Alan bailed out at 4:00 pm, not having had any lunch. On his way out the door, Ann caught his elbow and asked to speak with him outside.

"Alan, the gossip mill is churning heavily about you right now. Is it true?"

"Is what true, Ann?"

"That you forced yourself on Maria on Tuesday after getting her sloppy drunk and you would not talk to her since?"

"That is entirely a fabrication, Ann. She and I did not have sex; she had two glasses of wine while eating all of her food at the Bristol Grille; and I received no attempted contacts from her since. She was not even in the office on Wednesday, and that's provable. But it's quickly becoming a case of 'he said / she said' and we both know that even if the man is right, he's wrong." His phone rang with a call from another recruiter. "Would you please excuse me?" and he walked away to his car while talking. Ann returned inside, her head hanging in doubt.

Alan had another good discussion with this third recruiter although they had the same opportunities as the other two had. Alan thanked them for their time on his behalf and started to drive home. He stopped at the grocery store and picked up several frozen entrees and frozen vegetables along with a loaf of fresh French bread. He even picked up a small apple pie.

After the week of having Tom and David home, it was saddening for him to return to a dark and empty home. This was exactly the time he missed Laura. It was almost heartbreaking for him. Still, he proceeded through the motions. He put his groceries away and set about preparing his evening meal. After rinsing his dishes, Alan sat in the living room reading his book under the watchful eyes of Laura's painting until it was time to head to bed.

= = =

Rose, having arisen and teased Alan with her texts that morning, was faced with the difficult task of getting Maggie up and moving. Rose actually had to go into Maggie's room and peel back the coverings to get her daughter moving.

"Lordy, if this is how you are after a week off, what is it going to be like after two weeks at Christmas?" Rose harped at her daughter.

Slurping down her coffee, Rose headed back to her room to complete getting ready for work. She reviewed the non-work tasks for today: get a blood test for her, get a prescription for birth control pills for Maggie, and if it was posted, apply for the position in Middleburg. She actually wrote them down on a sticky note pad and placed it in her purse. She needed to be at the bank by 8:30, but the doctors' office opened at 8:00, so maybe she could handle the first two before the workday began.

Making one last pass at Maggie to get her going, Rose toasted a bagel and ate at the dining table, reviewing the recent changes in her life. Julie had a committed boyfriend in Tom; Tom was more than acceptable in Rose's estimation; Maggie was in lust with David; David seemed acceptable for Maggie; Tom's dad, Alan, was keenly interested in her; and she was equally interested in Alan. Hoo, boy, was she interested in Alan! Just thinking about him made her tingle! Now, all she had to do was to get the system to cooperate and transfer her down to Middleburg and she could see Alan every night. She was fairly sure he would open his door and life to her. One last check to be sure Maggie was vertical (she was getting dressed), and then Rose was out the door.

She arrived at the bank a little before 8:00, so she waited in her car and then called the doctors' office for two appointments: one for the STI/HIV test and one for Maggie to get the prescription. She had to endure twelve minutes of mind-numbing, repeating muzak interspersed with the message of, "Please remain on hold. Your call is important to us. A customer service specialist will be with you shortly." Thank heaven for speaker mode on the cell phone. Finally, she was able to schedule the two appointments for that week, on Wednesday, at 4:00 and 4:10 pm. She would make the schedule work for her. She thought about sending Maggie a text, then chose to hold onto that information until tonight.

Rose opened the branch's door at 8:29 and soon was dealing with the day-to-day tasks of running this branch of the large bank.

Later in the morning she was able to catch a brief respite from the work, and she looked at the bank's internal postings and sure enough, the manager position for the Middleburg branch was open and accepting in-company applicants. She quickly completed the necessary documents and submitted them for consideration. This was to be a quick turnaround position with the outgoing manager leaving at the end of December. The rest of the day passed uneventfully for Rose, and she returned home to find Maggie sitting at the dining table actually doing some homework.

"Hello, dear. You actually have some homework to do? Other than that, how was your day?" Rose inquired.

"Hiya, Mom. Yeah, I've got some Calculus to work through before a quiz on Friday. My day was great! You should have seen the faces on Donna, Joy, and Abbie when I showed them the picture of me and David. Oooh, the green monster of jealousy struck them hard!" Maggie laughed. "They just could not get over the idea that I have a boyfriend in college. Yesss!" And Maggie did a fist pump of happiness and success.

"Maggie, dear, it's not polite to gloat. Even if you have earned the right."

"Yeah, Mom." Maggie was not going to let her mother's correction spoil her mood.

Just then, Maggie's phone alerted her to a text message. From David.

"Squee!" And Maggie dashed to her room, phone in hand, and closed the door.

"Lordy, that girl had got it bad for him," Rose thought. She laughed as she recalled the made-up lyrics to the TV show theme song. She shook her head, ruefully, then thought of Alan, and realized that the same thing applied to her. What was it about these Harrison men?

Once supper was prepared and eaten, Rose remembered to tell Maggie of the 4:10 appointment on Wednesday. Rose would be here at 3:30 to pick her up, "so please come right home from school. Oh, and I did submit my documents for consideration for the branch manager position in Middleburg. Interviews and the decision are to happen very soon."

Another "squee" from Maggie echoed in the apartment, and Maggie dashed back to her room. She had some homework to do before David called her.

= = =

Tom awoke at 6:00 to nature's call to void his bladder. Damn, it sucked to sleep alone! Taking his phone with him to the bathroom, he sent a text to Julie, knowing full well that she would not get it for at least an hour and a half, if not longer. With his morning wood, it took a little time until the urine could egress, but the relief when it did so was satisfying. Once back, he dressed and looked over what was to be covered in classes today, then he headed off to breakfast so he could make it to his 8:00 am class on time.

= = =

Julie woke on Monday morning, stretching and yawning, and chilled. God, but it sucked to sleep alone! And on a narrow twin-size bed of all things! Grumbling to herself, she reached for her phone. There was a message from Tom earlier.

Tom: Lordy, but it sucks to sleep alone

Jules: Amen to that! Have a great day and we'll talk 2nite

Then she got herself going, dressed, and off to breakfast and classes.

= = =

David had a very normal Monday, for him. His first class was at 9:00, so he had time to get up and get breakfast before class. Another class at 11:00, and his third class of the M-W-F cycle at 2:00. He then customarily spent from 3:00 until supper addressing assignments or studying for quizzes or tests. This day, in between lunch and his 2 o'clock, he went to the registrar's office to inquire about the process of applying to transfer his credits to another school. He was informed that he needed to apply to the school to transfer to and pay a $15.00 transfer fee plus a $2.50 service charge. He thanked the clerk and headed off to do a little research. After his last class, he sat down to study until 4:15 when he texted Maggie.

Davey: Hey there, Kitsune girl

Magpie: Hey there yourself, Boy Scout

Davey: How were your classes?

Magpie: Boring, as usual. Got to show off pix of us tho

Davey: Make anyone jealous?

Magpie: Only everyone I showed them to

Davey: U R cruel. R U doing homework?

Magpie: Calculus. Wanna help?

Davey: I'll pass. Too hard for my brain. Call you at 8:30?

Magpie: You had better

Davey: L8R, g8r

Then he returned to his studies until supper. He sat in the TV lounge at his dorm and watched a couple of reruns of MASH, then headed to his room to wait until the designated time.

"Heya, Magpie!"

"Davey, I love to hear your voice! Are you alone in your room?"

"Nah, Robert's still here."

"Do you want me to tell you what I'm doing now?"

"Magpie, please don't do me like that. I'll see what I can do about tomorrow, ok?"

"Ok. I'm thinking about the night we spent together in the sleeping bag in your room. My hands are wandering all over my body, wishing they were your hands. Oooh, Davey! Yes! Like that!"

"Maggie! Please! Tomorrow night?"

"We'll talk about it tomorrow night. Tonight, I'm still wandering my hands all over my sensitive bits, remembering your lips on mine. I love you, Davey!"

"I love you too, Magpie. Save some of that for tomorrow, please. Good night. I L Y"

"Good night, my boyfriend."

They disconnected their call and remained in their beds, for different reasons. David, to allow his excitement at Maggie's words to dissipate. Maggie, to enhance her excitement with her touch, imagining it to be David's touch. She was glad to have brought a hand towel from the bathroom so she could have something to muffle her moans and shrieks and to clean up afterward.

= = =

Rose and Alan had their call at 9:00. It was a case of like daughter, like mother, because Rose just could not wait to be telling Alan what her hands were doing and touching and what her body's reaction was. Alan, unlike David, was alone and had no problem with stripping naked and touching his sensitive places as well. Then Rose upped the ante.

"Send me a dick pic, Alan! I need to see it!"

"Rose!" Alan gasped, "I'm not going to do that. Those kinds of things get leaked somehow."

"I know what I want to see leaking, and your picture will remain solely mine. I won't upload it to the cloud. Come on, Alan," she begged. "Show me how much your cock misses my dripping pussy. And it is dripping for want of you. Hear it?" And she moved her phone's mic closer to her juicy gash which she was massaging with her other hand, making it slosh audibly. "Your cock's starting to leak, isn't it, Alan? Come on, send me a picture of it. I'll come so hard for you if you do."

Rose's pleading and audibly moist vagina pushed his buttons so hard. Alan relented and the picture he took and sent did show pre-cum leaking from his pee hole.

"Oh, God, Alan! Your pre-cum is so yummy! And you're leaking it for me, for my wanting little kitty." Rose moved the phone closer to her wet slot and continued to masturbate so Alan could hear it. Closer, faster, deeper, and then she came! And, without even touching his penis, Alan orgasmed as well, shooting streams of his seed up onto his belly.

"Oh, Lord, Rose, I'm coming!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Do it! Come for me, sweetheart! Come for me!"

When they both had recovered from their mutual and discrete orgasms, Alan told Rose of the events of the day at his office without getting into possible outcomes.

"Oh, God, Alan! What are you doing about this Maria bitch and her lies?"

"I'm telling the truth and trying to not let it affect the workplace dynamics. I will have to wait until the morning to judge the effectiveness of my efforts thus far. I'm not confronting her, nor am I calling her a liar. I'm just stating the truth. Sadly, it will probably be a case of 'he said / she said', and we both know how the man's story is regarded. Ah, maybe I've been with this company long enough."

"So, you're getting your resume ready for some recruiters?" she asked.

"It's already out there. All three recruiters have replied with two possible alternatives. I hope that if things go south as I fear they may, that I will not be idle for too long. But I need the work to keep me occupied. It was really, REALLY hard to come home to an empty house tonight."

"Oh, Alan, I'm so terribly sorry I can't be there to hold you tightly! You've been hiding in your work since Laura passed, right?"

"Yes, I suppose you are right about that, Rose. Oh, can I call you back? Someone's calling?"

"Certainly. Later, Alan."

<click> "Hello, this is Alan Harrison."

"Hi, Alan. Jack Johnson here, from church."

"Yes, hi Jack. How can I help you tonight?"

"My wife, Maeve, would like to talk to your lady friend, Rose, about something. She would not tell me but asked me to get her phone number. Would you be willing to let me pass that along to my wife, please?"

"Of course. Oh, and thank you both for helping us take those pictures yesterday! The kissing one was quite a surprise for us guys! I'll send you a copy of the picture along with Rose's phone number in just a minute. Is this your cell number you're calling from?"

"Yeah, Alan, please send me the pictures and the information. It was our pleasure to help and a greater pleasure to meet all of your ladies."

"Right. I'll get you that information in a minute. Is that all?"

"That was all I was calling you for. Thanks. Have a good night, Alan."

"You too, Jack. Thanks. Good night."

Alan switched back to Rose's call, but she had hung up. He called Rose back.

"Hi, sweetie," she answered.

"That was Jack Johnson, and his wife, Maeve, wanted to talk to you about something. May I give her your number?"

"Of course! Do you think she will call tonight?"

"Quite probably. That was great phone sex, Rose. It would be cliché for me to say that I love you after all that, so I care for you a great bit. Thank you, dear!"

"Oh, Alan, it's never cliché for you to say, 'I love you.' And I do love you, Alan."

"I love you, too, Rose." Alan's heart ached for him saying that, but he could not figure why. Tears magically appeared in his eyes. "We will talk tomorrow night, right?"

"Absolutely! Good night, my darling!"

"Good night. I love you." And Alan disconnected.

He then copied Rose's number and included it in the text to Jack, along with the two pictures of the whole group. He put his phone on to charge, and turned out the lights, hoping that he could find some peace in his sleep.

It was not to be.

"Alan. Alan! Do not worry, my love. Love is additive, not exclusive. It is wonderful for you to tell her that you love her. You don't love me any less, nor I you." Laura stroked his head and his cheek. "You have made me so very happy when we were together. Now go make her and yourself happy, Alan." Laura wept tears of love and hope for her husband.

And Alan wept physical tears, unknowing, in his sleep.

= = =

Maeve Johnson called Rose Lawson just before 10:00 pm. Rose, expecting the call from an unknown number, accepted the call, and was so very happy that she did.

"Rose, this is Maeve Johnson, from church on Sunday."

"Yes, Maeve, I've been expecting your call. Thank you. How may I help you?"

"Rose, that attitude is so open and wonderful! But I believe it is I who can help you, dear."

"Oh? How so?"

"You are an assistant manager at a bank there in Centreville, right?"

"That is correct."

"And, from what I observed on Sunday, you would be quite amenable to being much closer, physically, to the Harrison family, am I still correct?"

"Yes ..."

"Well, I happen to be very good friends with the current manager of a credit union here in Middleburg, and she tells me she wishes to retire at the end of January. So, with an opening in your present occupation here in Middleburg coupled with your desire to be closer to Alan and his sons ..." Maeve's voice trailed off.

"Maeve! That would be wonderful!"

"Please, dear, my interest in this is not entirely altruistic. I felt that you and I connected well on Sunday, and I, too, would like to develop a closer friendship with you. And to get you more involved with goings-on at our church. Your voice, yes I heard you singing, is simply angelic, dear."

"Thank you, Maeve. Do you know what I would need to do to apply for this opening?" Rose asked.

"I do not know right now. May I give Mary Henderson your contact number and let you two work things out?"

"Yes, please do so."

"Very well, dear. I'll let her know in the morning at our Ladies' Breakfast. Do have a good night!"

"You, too, Maeve. Thank you again for calling. This could be exciting. Bye."

"Goodbye, dear."

And with that, Rose put her phone on to charge overnight, turned out the lights, pulled up the covers, and slept very soundly.

= = =

7:30 pm

Tom: Jules, can you talk now?

Jules: Give me another 30 minutes for homework, please

8:10 pm

Tom: Jules?

Julie had been waiting for his contact since before 8:00 pm. It was unlike him to be ten minutes late. Maybe he got tied up (Oooh, there's a kinky thought). They had not explored any sort of bondage. Maybe that could be something for the upcoming break. She called him.

"Hey, Tommy Boy! You're later than expected."

"Yeah, about that ... can you please come down and meet me on the picnic table just outside your dorm's door? We need to talk."

O M G. The four words of doom.

"Can't we just talk here now? You used the four words of doom. I'm scared, Tom."

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to cause panic. I'm not breaking up with you, not after I spent ..." He almost gave it away. "I would like to talk with you, to hold your hands, to kiss your lips. Please come out, Jules? I'm already here waiting." Tom was almost crying.

Still pulling on her coat, she dashed for the doors, flew down the stairs three steps at a time, and just about wiped out a pair of freshmen who were so busy in their own little world that they could not hear her coming down, breathing heavily, nearly panicked. Out the outer door, Julie looked around, frantically.

"Tom?" she called.

"Over here, Jules," he responded.

Hurrying in the direction of his voice, he soon came into view sitting on top of the picnic table with his feet on the bench seat. As she got closer, his face looked exceptionally pale, his face was tear-streaked, and he seemed to be shaking or shivering despite being wrapped in a coat.
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