Jennie softened about Suzanne when Edward returned from that trip. She had been all fire-and-brimstone before he left but while Edward was in New York she spent time assessing her faith. It was much the same process as Kate and Edward engaged in. The ridiculousness of a seemingly arbitrary condemnation. It was not “arbitrary” in the abstract. It was foundational as part of the Catholic Church’s teachings. But the abstract was not her family. Suzanne was not an abstraction. She was a kind and loving woman, among the kindest Jennie knew. Jennie and Edward spoke each night while he was in New York. Before he left, he pointed out that the disownment was felt far more in California than in New York, that Suzanne had by Lizzie’s account a wonderful life and a wonderful family where she now lived. The rumors, he reported back, were true. Suzanne was happy.
Jennie softened. When she told her teenaged kids, a son and a daughter, what was going on with their cousin, they could not fathom why everyone turned their back on her. They were going through a Catholic upbringing but they would not be doctrinaire about it.
These forces chipped away at Jennie’s resolve and, in the end, she did what she accused her husband of doing. Taking the “easy” way. Being welcoming to one of her God’s children. Now, having committed to being with the family, she sat with the others in the Mill Valley hotel’s dining room.
Before they ordered, Jennie asked to speak to Suzanne alone. The two walked into the hotel’s garden. And Jennie did what Edward did. She apologized. Yet another Pugh surrendered.
Lizzie had extended the invitation to Kate’s other siblings and to Kate’s parents to meet with Suzanne. They declined. They would not move from their condemnation of Suzanne’s orientation. Suzanne hoped that her grandparents would come—her father’s parents were long dead—and that was her greatest disappointment.
Suzanne’s greatest hope was also unrealized. Her father. He made no effort to contact her since their encounter in New York’s Madison Square Park before her wedding to Kerry. He made no effort when she was in Mill Valley. His unhappiness was no secret. But he was doctrinaire and would not be swayed. Annie drove the two Neallys—Suzanne changed her name from Nelson when she got married—past Suzanne’s old home with no sign of life and it was the one sad cry she had on the trip.
Now the pair were being driven by Lizzie and Phil to their hotel in the City. After checking in, Suzanne insisted on dragging Kerry for a short tour, and Kerry was happy she did. Except for the hills. Such that they took a cable car back to the hotel.
Ah, the hotel. They had not stayed together in one since their two nights in White Plains after their wedding. Strangely, they were both nervous when they got in from dinner. They made love many, many times as spouses but being in a hotel with big windows overlooking a beautiful city was different. With the door closed and locked, they were seductively quiet. After putting their bags down, Kerry moved to her wife. Placing her arms around the taller woman’s waist she asked what she did to deserve to be so lucky and so happy.
“I ask myself that question every day” was the answer she got. She leaned up and pulled Suzanne’s lower lip with her lips and a moan was the answer she got to that. Followed by a whispered, “you are so beautiful.” Suzanne felt Kerry’s teeth pull at her lower lip, a sigh emerging from the mouth Kerry opened with her teeth.
Suzanne pulled back to break Kerry’s bite but only so that she could assault her love, smashing her lips against Kerry’s and sending her tongue into Kerry’s mouth, her hands draped around Kerry’s neck. The hands reached down and started to pull down the zipper she found and stepped back to allow Kerry to step out of her dress. Kerry stood, resplendent in white, satin lingerie which exposed more of her breasts than her normal bras did.
As always, Suzanne’s runner’s heart skipped a beat when she looked at Kerry’s nearly naked frame. Kerry rotated a finger in front of her face, and Suzanne turned. Her own zipper was soon down and her dress was soon piled on the rug and Kerry, perhaps cheating, perhaps not, unclasped Suzanne’s red, satin bra and when Suzanne turned her small, perfectly-shaped tits were on full display, and Kerry’s own perfect boobs were promptly exposed after Suzanne undid the clasp between the cups, she again overwhelmed by how beautiful Kerry was.
They closed the gap and resumed their kissing. But it could not last. Each woman’s dampness was on the verge of flooding and Kerry scooted around to pull the covers to the side of the bed before running into the bathroom with a “don’t go anywhere” and the two switched places until Suzanne returned. Both had put dabs of perfume on their necks and pussies and Suzanne found Kerry naked and lying on the bed with a crooked finger beckoning.
Suzanne’s panties were soon discarded and she lay next to her wife. They were both tired but not too tired. What began as mutual stroking quickly turned manic until Kerry jumped up and turned so that they could eat each other. Sometimes it was leisurely. This was not one of those times. Kerry rolled on top of Suzanne. Each grabbed the other’s ass to inhale and bite and suck and lick till Kerry started bucking and Suzanne held on as best she could while the orgasm flooded over her lover.
After a pause to recover, Kerry resumed her assault of Suzanne’s pussy. But it did not take long. Suzanne was soon shaking and cursing and coming until she begged Kerry to stop, which she did with a light kiss on Suzanne’s clit. Kerry got up to rotate and the two lay face-to-face and enjoyed the view of the somewhat splattered, make-up ruined faces of each other.