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Chapter Nine
Every day seemed to pass by slower than the last, I hadn't received word from Henry since he finished his leave and shipped out again. I found myself alone most of the time. My mother tried to keep me busy by taking me to all the club functions and lunches, but I wasn't interested in the things she was. I really missed the girls.
Emily took on more shifts at the mill. We were losing so much to the war that we couldn't keep up with the demand for supplies anymore. Helen lost her appetite just after the shower and wasn't able to do much. So Millie spent most of her days helping out Helen by cleaning and cooking for Albert, and Ruth took over Helen's responsibilities at the club. I was eight months pregnant and bored to death.
“Miss Josie, I have a letter for you,” Grace called up the stairs.
“From Henry,” I said, as I made my way down the stairs.
“Yes Ma'am.” She replied handing me a letter. I ripped open the seal and pulled out the letter as I walked back to my room.
May 17, 1942
To my love,
I dreamt of you last night, I dreamt of the Annual Halloway luncheon. It was so real. I felt like I could feel your lips and your skin. I didn't want to wake up. It was the first good dream that happened in a while, not to mention the first good sleep. Action is tough. I have been moving nonstop that's why I haven't been able to write since I shipped out, I'm attaching a letter to my mother in with yours, if you could send it out for me … I wish I was with you, Happy soon Anniversary! It will be a whole year since we married. Even though I haven't been around much to be with you, I hope you and the baby are well. Right me as soon as possible, I live for mail day!
I'll be seeing you love,
Hank
I smiled as I folded the letter, holding it close to my heart. Walking through my room, I thought about Hank, what he said, and how much I missed him. I walked over to the wall next to the windows and lifted the hanging tapestry to open my study door. It hadn't changed since I left it. Books lined the side wall, with easels and paint supplies in the corners. The chaise was in the same place as I remembered it. The room made me smile. I sat down on the chaise lounge and ran my hands along the crimson fabric as memories of hank kissing me along the neck filled my mind. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I leaned back and remembered the day Henry spoke of quite fondly.
It was the Annual Halloway lunch for all the high class families from the club. It was full of dry talk about business, and stocks, and the war over in Europe. The men tried to demonstrate their humor, as their wives laughed and gossiped about everyone else.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked Henry as we sat bored to death, listening to all the idle chatter.
"Yes please," he sighed. We got up and excused ourselves from the table and walked towards the back door.
"Where are we going to go?" he whispered.
"Just follow me" I said grabbing his hand, bringing him through the dining room and the foyer finally reaching the stairs.
“Jo, where are you taking me?” he asked, pulling me close, resting his face in the curve of my neck.
“Stop,” I laughed, “I'm taking you on a tour, Just trust me.” I ran up the stairs to the end of the hallway. As I reached my bedroom, Henry pressed my back against the door. I desperately tried to open it, but my fingers were too nervous with anticipation and my hands just couldn't seem to grasp the knob. Hank smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed my neck, moving his hands along the top of my back. I sighed softly as I finally got the door open. Henry lifted me up and carried me into the room, pulling the door closed behind him. I ran my fingers over the muscles of his back as he kissed my lips.
I pulled away, smiling devilishly. I pushed up the tapestry and opened the study door, motion my finger for him to come closer. He lifted me up again and placed me down on the chaise. He lightly grazed my thigh with his hands. Parting my lips, his tongue tasted like citrus from the lemonade we drank. Sitting up, I swept my hands through his hair. He graced the sleeves of my dress, allowing it to fall along my shoulder. I was so lost in his touch. He kissed the collar of my neck as my fingers found the buttons of his shirt. Running my hands along his chest he let out a sigh of relief.
I traced my mouth along his ear. His eyes fluttered. As I kissed the lines of his neck, he lifted his head and looked at me longingly.
“I love you Josephine,” he said. He trailed his fingers down my legs, his hands were soft and gentle as they grazed my skin. Exhaling deeply, I felt as though I was going to lose myself. I pulled him close to me by the lapels of his jacket. His shirt and jacket soon found the floor as he stretched my arms out above my head. Holding them firmly up, his mouth met mine. Breathing heavily I was hopelessly lost, feeling weak and fragile. He smiled as he pulled my shoes and stockings. I could still hear the laughter going on outside but it was only faint chatter. I tilted my head back as his mouth met my neckline.
Henry undid the buttons of my shift dress, and let it fall back onto the chaise. He sat back as I sat up and gently lifted the bottom of my silk camisole slip up over my head. He kissed me as I drifted back.
“I love you,” I whispered anxiously. Henry smiled, sliding off his shorts. I closed my eyes and let him take me. We were completely alone, completely vulnerable, and it felt so right. The heat was intense and passionate. Henry's face glistened with beads of sweat, his groans intensified with every second. I never wanted it to end. I was entangled beneath him, the pressure building, mounting. I was lost, completely unaware of where I was, or that there was a party going on just outside the house.
Our eyes met, mine were begging him to give me more, and his were happy to oblige. My toes curled, my back arched, he buried his head in my breast. I could feel the finale coming closer. My hands feverishly clutched to his back.
“Kiss me,” I exhaled deeply. His tongue slid between my lips to meet mine. The intensity finally culminating, I let go with a sigh of bliss. Henry sank in one last time, satisfaction pulsated through my body. His body trembled. He released a moan of fulfillment. His eyes fluttered as he gently descended to lay his head on my chest.
After a while, I got up to find my dress and stockings. Henry sat on the chaise
(A.N: this needs a lot more, HELP lol)
Chapter Nine
Every day seemed to pass by slower than the last, I hadn't received word from Henry since he finished his leave and shipped out again. I found myself alone most of the time. My mother tried to keep me busy by taking me to all the club functions and lunches, but I wasn't interested in the things she was. I really missed the girls.
Emily took on more shifts at the mill. We were losing so much to the war that we couldn't keep up with the demand for supplies anymore. Helen lost her appetite just after the shower and wasn't able to do much. So Millie spent most of her days helping out Helen by cleaning and cooking for Albert, and Ruth took over Helen's responsibilities at the club. I was eight months pregnant and bored to death.
“Miss Josie, I have a letter for you,” Grace called up the stairs.
“From Henry,” I said, as I made my way down the stairs.
“Yes Ma'am.” She replied handing me a letter. I ripped open the seal and pulled out the letter as I walked back to my room.
May 17, 1942
To my love,
I dreamt of you last night, I dreamt of the Annual Halloway luncheon. It was so real. I felt like I could feel your lips and your skin. I didn't want to wake up. It was the first good dream that happened in a while, not to mention the first good sleep. Action is tough. I have been moving nonstop that's why I haven't been able to write since I shipped out, I'm attaching a letter to my mother in with yours, if you could send it out for me … I wish I was with you, Happy soon Anniversary! It will be a whole year since we married. Even though I haven't been around much to be with you, I hope you and the baby are well. Right me as soon as possible, I live for mail day!
I'll be seeing you love,
Hank
I smiled as I folded the letter, holding it close to my heart. Walking through my room, I thought about Hank, what he said, and how much I missed him. I walked over to the wall next to the windows and lifted the hanging tapestry to open my study door. It hadn't changed since I left it. Books lined the side wall, with easels and paint supplies in the corners. The chaise was in the same place as I remembered it. The room made me smile. I sat down on the chaise lounge and ran my hands along the crimson fabric as memories of hank kissing me along the neck filled my mind. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years. I leaned back and remembered the day Henry spoke of quite fondly.
It was the Annual Halloway lunch for all the high class families from the club. It was full of dry talk about business, and stocks, and the war over in Europe. The men tried to demonstrate their humor, as their wives laughed and gossiped about everyone else.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" I asked Henry as we sat bored to death, listening to all the idle chatter.
"Yes please," he sighed. We got up and excused ourselves from the table and walked towards the back door.
"Where are we going to go?" he whispered.
"Just follow me" I said grabbing his hand, bringing him through the dining room and the foyer finally reaching the stairs.
“Jo, where are you taking me?” he asked, pulling me close, resting his face in the curve of my neck.
“Stop,” I laughed, “I'm taking you on a tour, Just trust me.” I ran up the stairs to the end of the hallway. As I reached my bedroom, Henry pressed my back against the door. I desperately tried to open it, but my fingers were too nervous with anticipation and my hands just couldn't seem to grasp the knob. Hank smiled as he leaned in and gently kissed my neck, moving his hands along the top of my back. I sighed softly as I finally got the door open. Henry lifted me up and carried me into the room, pulling the door closed behind him. I ran my fingers over the muscles of his back as he kissed my lips.
I pulled away, smiling devilishly. I pushed up the tapestry and opened the study door, motion my finger for him to come closer. He lifted me up again and placed me down on the chaise. He lightly grazed my thigh with his hands. Parting my lips, his tongue tasted like citrus from the lemonade we drank. Sitting up, I swept my hands through his hair. He graced the sleeves of my dress, allowing it to fall along my shoulder. I was so lost in his touch. He kissed the collar of my neck as my fingers found the buttons of his shirt. Running my hands along his chest he let out a sigh of relief.
I traced my mouth along his ear. His eyes fluttered. As I kissed the lines of his neck, he lifted his head and looked at me longingly.
“I love you Josephine,” he said. He trailed his fingers down my legs, his hands were soft and gentle as they grazed my skin. Exhaling deeply, I felt as though I was going to lose myself. I pulled him close to me by the lapels of his jacket. His shirt and jacket soon found the floor as he stretched my arms out above my head. Holding them firmly up, his mouth met mine. Breathing heavily I was hopelessly lost, feeling weak and fragile. He smiled as he pulled my shoes and stockings. I could still hear the laughter going on outside but it was only faint chatter. I tilted my head back as his mouth met my neckline.
Henry undid the buttons of my shift dress, and let it fall back onto the chaise. He sat back as I sat up and gently lifted the bottom of my silk camisole slip up over my head. He kissed me as I drifted back.
“I love you,” I whispered anxiously. Henry smiled, sliding off his shorts. I closed my eyes and let him take me. We were completely alone, completely vulnerable, and it felt so right. The heat was intense and passionate. Henry's face glistened with beads of sweat, his groans intensified with every second. I never wanted it to end. I was entangled beneath him, the pressure building, mounting. I was lost, completely unaware of where I was, or that there was a party going on just outside the house.
Our eyes met, mine were begging him to give me more, and his were happy to oblige. My toes curled, my back arched, he buried his head in my breast. I could feel the finale coming closer. My hands feverishly clutched to his back.
“Kiss me,” I exhaled deeply. His tongue slid between my lips to meet mine. The intensity finally culminating, I let go with a sigh of bliss. Henry sank in one last time, satisfaction pulsated through my body. His body trembled. He released a moan of fulfillment. His eyes fluttered as he gently descended to lay his head on my chest.
After a while, I got up to find my dress and stockings. Henry sat on the chaise
(A.N: this needs a lot more, HELP lol)