An Impossible Task

Chapter 17

A/N - T/W -- Adult situations.

In the post office box were various documents introducing the world to John Warren Arrington and his wife, Christie Lee Arrington. Apparently, they both hailed from southern California and now, after growing a hefty retirement package and luck in the stock market, had retired to Kierney, a small town near the coast on Prince Edward Island in Canada. Birth certificates gave their ages as 42 for John, 38 for Christie. Their marriage certificate indicated they were married for 15 years. American passports showed they were world travelers.

There were credit cards for both of them, checking and savings accounts with the Bank of Canada for a combined balance of $100,000 and a credit score in the states of over 800. They both had Social Security Numbers, working cell phones that were included and an address.

As John drove north out of Portland, Cassie reviewed all the paperwork and was stunned at the depth of their made-up lives.

"It doesn't say how often they have sex...." Cassie joked, still filing through the papers in her lap.

"All the time," John offered as he glanced at her with a smile on his face.

It was another 10 hours of driving that John and Cassie shared before they arrived at the bridge that connected New Brunswick to Prince Edward Island. There were rolling green hills and a clear blue sky, plus an expanse of 12 miles over churning blue-green water.

Cassie paid the toll and began the last 20 miles of their trip while both John and Beau slept peacefully. Her hand rested gently in John's hand that lay on top of his lap. She squeezed his hand lightly to let him know they were close to their final destination.

Down a short driveway protected by giant, old oak trees was a large 3 bedroom, 3 bath, 2800 square foot frame house painted a light yellow. In the distance past the house, was a canal that led back to the Gulf of St. Lawrence.

Cassie stopped in the gravel driveway in front of the double garage and stared out the window. She patted John's leg.

"Do you see this?" she asked in shock. "Do you see this?"

John smiled. "Yes. I've seen it before."

Cassie looked at him, then back out the window. "It's huge...."

"Maybe," John whispered leaning over the console to look into her eyes, "now that we're married, we can fill it with kids...."

Cassie smiled at him sweetly and nodded. "And we've had the shortest courtship in recent American history."

John laughed and opened his car door. Beau burst out and began running around the acres of plush green land surrounding the house.

John exited the car and went to open Cassie's door as she was still staring out the window. "C'mon Mrs. Arrington. Come see your house."

He tucked her underneath his arm and walked towards the front door that sat at the edge of the large wrap-around porch. John punched in the code on the lock box and a set of keys fell out that he used to open the front door.

Cassie began to walk in before John stopped her. "Wait," he said. He picked her up bridal style and walked her over the threshold. "Congratulations, Christie."

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him intensely as Beau ran in and around their legs. "Let's go see the rest of the house," John suggested, patting Beau's head.

It was decorated in a light, airy French County style with lots of grays, blues and yellows. The kitchen was stocked with food, the bathrooms were filled with plush towels and toiletries. The master bedroom contained a 4 poster bed with a country blue comforter and yellow decorator pillows against the headboard. On the dresser sat 2 small black velvet boxes containing wedding bands. John took them from Cassie's hand and just said, "Later, baby. Later."

A small assortment of clothes were in the closets and drawers of the dressers. "Who did all this? Won't they know who we are?"

John shook his head. "We're safe, Cass. We're safe. I used people I trust. I went around the High Table."

Cassie put her arms around his waist and laid her head against his shoulder. "John, I'm so tired. I'm so tired and so hungry..... I need a shower and so need to get out of these clothes that I've been in for 3 days. I want to burn these clothes when I get out of them."

John kissed her forehead. "I can help with all of that. C'mon pretty brown eyes....."

Still tucked in his arms, John walked Cassie into the master bathroom in front of the large, white soaking tub. He turned the water on, adjusting for the right temperature, and added a few drops of lavender to the water, then he turned to Cassie. Slowly and tenderly, he removed her Oxford shirt and spaghetti strap t-shirt, leaving light kisses on her shoulders and the back of her neck. Next came her jeans that he unbuttoned, unzipped and slipped easily off her body, then ran his hands up the back of her legs to her back side and finally to her bra strap that he unhooked quickly. John's hands slid down the sides of her body to her black panties that he slipped his hands in and pulled off her body.

He held her hand as he led her to the tub and helped her step in. Cassie sat down and leaned against the back slope and closed her eyes.

"What about you, my love?" she asked as she felt her muscles relax in the warm water.

"I'll be right back," he answered as he leaned over and kissed the top of her head.

Cassie nodded and smiled, and then put her neck against the back slope of the tub. Her eyes closed naturally and she didn't open them until John came back and kissed her forehead. Cassie looked up at him and the plate of cheese, fruit and tiny chicken salad sandwiches cut into triangles that he carried.

"I didn't do the sandwiches," he looked at her upturned face with a silly smile. "They came like that."

They ate and talked until Cassie directed him to remove his clothes and get in the tub, which he did while Cassie added more hot water. John took a wash cloth and after adding soap, gently washed Cassie's back and arms. After, he took a small plastic cup and, supporting her neck with his hand, tipped her head back and poured water over the top of her hair, following that with a small amount of shampoo that he began massaging into her hair. Cassie's neck wobbled under his tender hands as she silently prayed he would never stop.

John knew then that his life would be a blessed one. Did he deserve it? No. But then he realized what really was happening. This was for Cassie. Her life was to be the blessed one and for some unbelievable reason, he played a role in that. And he knew she deserved it as she giggled under his hands as he rinsed her hair. Her laugh never failed to make him smile and he was going to do everything in his power to make sure she laughed every day and knew how much she was loved.

They stood after rinsing off and stepped out of the tub, wrapping large, soft, creamy yellow towels around themselves, Cassie using one to dry her hair and put it up in a turban swirl. She purposefully went over to her clothes and threw them in the garage can, then, after putting on buttercup yellow robe, went to the dressers in the bedroom to search for bras and panties.

"Please do let me know how someone knew my bra and panty sizes?" she asked John holding up a pretty black bra.

He walked up to her, putting on a deep blue robe, and took the bra and tossed it over his shoulder. His hands went to her hips. "You don't need that right now...," he said in a low voice, rocking her gently, "because I'm going to make love to you like you've never been loved before in your life."