Melinoe Ch. 01-05 - Sex Stories

Melinoe Ch. 01-05

... Howard. Endless tears she never shed for her own family poured out of her.

Deirdre had been murdered in cold blood just outside her monthly downtown law enforcement stratagem council meeting in broad daylight.

The investigation was thorough, but the investigators were unable to find a suspect. It was a professional hit; and it sent a message. Max swore Justice the day after the quiet funeral. She was taken in by the Smith family and she approached Howard immediately about martial arts. Howard was skeptical at first; but he watched as this long slip of a girl, who had followed Deirdre on every run and mirrored her every workout routine, accepted and passed his every test.

A kiss on her forehead woke Max from her troubled dreams.

"Hey sweetheart, I'm going to make some breakfast, would you like some?" Joon whispered to her wife.

Max nodded a little, Agatha made an attempt at a purrmeow, but just squeaked. Max's brown eyes flooded in response.

Joon laid her hand on Max's head, fingers caressing her dirty-blonde hair. "How is she Max? What do you think?"

Max was startled at the question, but realized immediately it was a perfectly legitimate one to ask. The tears welled again as Max gazed down into those feline eyes; one open, the other only partially.

"Joon," Max started, "Is it the right thing to do?"

Joon's green eyes were pouring out compassion, and she broke down too. With tears streaming down her face, she replied, "Oh yes, Max. Honor her with ...

... a painless passing, she has earned it a hundred times over."

They gazed at each other and Agatha, "Oh-kay", said Max softly, unable to be more articulate.

With extreme care and reverence one can only perform for a loved one, Max rose from the wing back chair. Her oldest friend cradled in her arms, Max and Joon walked in a slow procession, a death march to the kitchen, where Joon had made preparations for allowing a sister to depart in peace without suffering.

Many hours later and after a hot shower, Max stretched out on her bed wearing a big t-shirt and some house pants. Still hurting from the morning, she marveled at her lovely wife; clearly seeing the many steps her wonderful wife went through to make this difficult moment easier. Joon had been a nurse for years and she knew how to help.

She started medical school when Max joined the TFMC and could get the correct anesthetic and drugs for a euthanasia. She set up so many things to make it easier, precooked meals, took days off from the hospital, even arranged the burial. Agatha had adored Joon, sleeping across her breasts at every opportunity, sometimes forsaking Max for the luxury of that massive bosom. Max couldn't blame the cat at all.

Joon never asked about the "Job" she just made sure it hadn't "taken its toll" yet. Her mother and father told her about the signs of PTSD. From Joon's perspective, she had only seen Max come apart twice: once for Deirdre and now for Agatha. She hoped the love of her life ...