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Thrice Rescued

... the time, but that necklace would turn out to be the first Christmas present she'd ever received that hadn't come from a foster care agency or charity.

CHAPTER THREE

The gift of that necklace turned out to be the nudge that tipped Vera's and my relationship over the edge from friends to lovers. When I handed her the present, she opened it, then started to cry. And then she jumped into my lap in front of everyone and kissed me like I'd never been kissed before. When we got back to my apartment that night, she dragged me into the bedroom and told me that she wanted us to have a relationship. It had been over a year and a half for me, and I don't know how long for her, but we quickly proved that good sex comes from the heart and not the groin.

Vera never did move back into the dorm. When the dorms reopened, we moved all her stuff into my apartment and began living together. I'm not sure Gunny and Mrs. H were completely on board with our being together. They had reservations about how quickly we'd moved from being lab partners to living together, but they were happy for us and accepted Vera as part of the family.

The next three and a half years sped by. Vera did spectacularly well in her accounting studies, graduating at the top of her class and landing an incredible job with a big four accounting firm in Philadelphia. I managed to find a teaching position at a suburban high school, teaching history to ninth and tenth graders. We were married shortly after ...

... graduation. Just a small wedding, with Gunny H as my best man and Mrs. H as the matron of honor. At the reception, Gunny H handed me a card. When I opened it, there was a check in the amount of all the foster care payments he and Mrs. H had received for my care. With those funds as a down payment, we bought a small house near a SEPTA train line into the city, allowing Vera to commute by rail. Her hours were a lot longer than mine, and she had to travel regularly to audit clients, but we were almost deliriously happy. For the first time since I'd met her, Vera seemed settled, confident in our relationship and secure in where she was in her life.

We'd been married about four and a half years when Vera's firm was engaged by the U.S. Government to conduct an audit of a major defense contractor accused by a whistleblower of a massive fraudulent billing on a cost-plus contract. The whistleblower's claim was that the contractor had faked hundreds of millions, perhaps even a billion, dollars in costs, with a select group of executives pocketing the payments. The contractor was located in the Midwest and Vera's team spent weeks at a time, seven days a week, conducting the audit. She'd leave on a Sunday evening and be gone two or three weeks, then return home, recharge for a week, and go off again. She had gotten into the habit of giving me a wild evening of sex before each trip, and an equally wild evening upon return. We would speak every day while she was gone, engaging in phone sex if she ...