SECRETS OF THE PAST
Chapter Five
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In the following years, Rose and
Jack became a couple, no less. Frank Abagnale received a letter from Rosalie,
saying that he now had full custody of Frank, Jr. Rosalie never showed up after
that. Not at all. He was surprised that she didn't care about her son.
Jack was outside now, a
full-grown man. He liked to call Rose often, and this was the night of their
prom.
"Rose, come on!" he
called.
"Hold on, Jack." Rose
was getting her overnight bag.
She came out, dressed in a nice
red dress to match her hair.
"Sexy lady on the verge of
making my heart stop," Jack joked.
"Shut up." She smiled
at him.
She got into his car and they
sped off for the first time, actually together now, not play-acting.
*****
Rose showed up at the dance with
Jack by her side.
Jenny Gallagher showed up just
behind Jack.
"Jack, honey, are you gonna
let me have the last dance?" Jenny touched his shoulder.
"Jenny, you have been after
me for three years. Give it up. It's never gonna happen. I am with Rose, and I
love her." Rose was surprised he had said the L word.
Jenny walked off, pissed that he
didn't want her.
Everyone awaited football star
Jack ‘Frank’ Abagnale. Rose was on the cheerleading squad. They both were
popular.
Cal Hockley, Jack's buddy, loved
Rose. Since elementary school, Cal had liked Rose, although by that time Jack
and Rose were already together. They had gone to each other's houses and played
games and gone places together.
Angelina had had the baby. It was
a boy, too. Robert Abagnale was born November 11, 1976, weighing nine pounds,
ten ounces. Robert and Jack were good together. They played basketball all the
time, and when Jack was with Rose, his buddy, Cal Hockley, would play with
Robert.
On the dance floor, Jack and Rose
swayed to the music like flowing candlelight on a wall. Jack and Rose had never
gone all the way. They always kissed, but never touched each other below the
belt.
After the dance, Jack and Rose
parked at Lover's Quarry.
"Jack?" Rose glanced at
the other cars. They were making out.
"Yeah, Rose?" He saw
the lake shimmering in the darkness.
"How come we never go all
the way?" Rose asked him.
"Rose, I love you. I do. But
do you really think we are ready?" He loved her with all his heart.
"Are you saying that because
you don't want me, or do you want another girl?" Rose was unsure about his
love for her.
"I am saying this, Rose,
because I care about you. I don't want to get you pregnant." He was
worried about that.
"There are ways to go around
it, Jack." She had a method.
She touched his thigh and put her
other hand on his chest. She grabbed his shirt, bringing his lips to hers. She
kissed him fiercely and took off his shirt. His chest was perfect. She touched
it. Jack's temperature rose. He looked at her in the pale moonlight. He grabbed
her breast and massaged her nipple through her dress. Rose got on top of Jack.
She took off her dress, exposing herself to him. He put his mouth over her pink
nipple and sucked on it. Rose felt an overwhelming sensation. She moved back and
removed the rest of what she wore. She brought him closer to her. He looked at
her in awe.
Jack had never really seen a
naked woman before. He touched her. He slid his finger inside her. She shook
with excitement. He moved it back and forth several times. When she reached an
orgasm, she screamed his name.
Rose got up and went to unzip his
zipper. "Jack, I want you now!" she demanded.
He didn't want to hurt her, so he
eased himself above her, entering her with a hard thrust.
"Ouch!" Rose screamed.
He had broken the barrier. She
was no longer a child. She was a woman now.
"I'm so sorry. I didn't
know." He eased off.
"It's all right. Just go
slow, please." She brought him back to her.
"All right, my lovely
Rose." He eased himself into her again. "Tell me how."
He moved slowly within her.
She gritted her teeth.
Jack felt a good sensation build
up. He moved in her faster, not wanting to stop. Rose cried silently, and with
one last thrust, he came.
"Rose, I pray your method
works," he said, breathing strangely.
"Me, too." Rose lay in
pain, not wanting to move.
They put their clothes back on
and headed to a motel. It was prom night, and Jack had saved enough money from
lawn mowing jobs to pay for it.
"Rose, tonight we sleep
together," he announced.
"Oh, Jack. It's beautiful."
Rose smiled.
"My princess, tonight we
order room service." He got the menu and looked through it.
"But how, Jack?" She
wondered why he was being so good to her.
"I saved for this day,
Rose." He had planned it since the day he learned about sex.
"But all your money--I can't
let you do that." She felt she owed him everything.
"Rose, it doesn't matter. I
love you." He took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor.
"I love you, too, Frank
Abagnale." They kissed.
Rose lay down. Jack looked at
her.
"Rose, are you okay?"
He noticed that when she lay down she moved slowly.
"I think so, Jack. Now I
know what the girls have been talking about in school." She felt weird.
"Did I really hurt you that
much?" He felt sorry that he had caused her pain.
"I don’t think so. Jack,
make love to me again." Rose was ready.
"Rose, darling, even though
we are not experienced lovers, it would be my honor. This time things will be
different." He went to her.
He caressed her slowly this time.
Things were very much different. When he slipped inside her, it hurt only for a
second. Then, fireworks exploded.
"My turn, Jack." She
rode him hard and fast, making it difficult for him to keep up.
"Rose, not so fast." He
held onto the headboard.
She didn't listen. He enjoyed everything
she gave him that night.
*****
The next day, everything seemed
fantastic.
Rose showered, leaving Jack
asleep.
She saw his naked behind and
smacked it.
"Wake up, King Louis,"
she teased.
"Rose, what time is
it?" He rubbed his eyes.
"Seven o‘clock in the
morning." Rose was brushing her hair.
"What the hell? Get back to
bed, woman," he ordered her, joking, of course.
"Nope, Jack. Time to get
up." She was still brushing her hair.
"Rose, I am up. See."
He felt happy with her there.
She turned around and saw his
manhood.
"Jack, yuck!" She acted
like a little girl then.
"You didn't say anything
about it last night." He got up naked and walked up to her.
"That was different, Jack. I
love having sex with you, and I love you." She turned around and kissed him.
"I do, too, Rose
Abagnale." He bent down, grabbed her, and took her to their bed.