Chapter 6 The Ring part 1 Then Debra saw him reaching into his pocket. Slowly he pulled out a thin gold colored nylon thread with something attached to it and put it around his neck. It was his father’s solid gold wedding band and her 1982 Battle Creek Central class ring. But all she noticed was 'The Ring'. 

She said with a stunned voice “'The Ring'. You are wearing 'The Ring'.”

“I thought maybe you had forgotten about the ring?”

“Forget the ring? Never! ’The Ring' is us isn't it? The most important part in 'Our Story' and of course you sometimes forget that, don't you. My Holier than Thou man,” she said giving him a disagreeable look.

“Tell me your version of ‘Our Story’. That way I can verify you haven’t forgotten what really happened. It’s important that we correct any misinformation you have been harboring for all these years,” he said with a sly grin.

“OK, but no interruptions from my revisionist man. Understand?” she said with a bit of sarcasm. She was already becoming comfortable with her Randy again and the banter was back between them.

“I loved my class ring; I wore it all the time. Whenever we were together you would always hold my hand up to look at it. You always commented on how beautiful it was. ‘The Ring’ was a custom ordered class ring that I had begged my mom for. She kept saying “No” but on the day we needed to return the special request order form she surprised me by signing it. My ring was different from everyone else’s ring and that made me feel important. It had a gold band with a round blue topaz gem stone mounted in the center of an oval setting. Circling the stone were the school inscriptions from Battle Creek Central High and my graduation year of 1982. Engraved on the inside of the band were my initials DLS in classic Roman lettering. I had it on as usual when I visited you one weekend at your house. You held up my ring hand, like you always did and said, “Please give your ring as a sign of your love to me?” I was so surprised when you asked for my ring, I could only say, "What? Do you really think I’m going to give you my ring?" In a deep sincere voice you said, “I will wear it on a chain around my neck so you will always be with me.” My heart melted when you said that but then I thought about what my mother would think. Even worse what she would do once she found out. She had spent a lot of money on this ring and even agreed to a custom ring after I had begged her for it. I told you my mother was going to be mad, really mad. This didn’t seem to faze you in the least. In my mind, I wanted you to have ‘the ring’, so you would always have something that made you think of me. But my mother was still an issue here. How would I tell her? I thought, Maybe she won’t notice I don’t have the ring on. Who was I kidding? Of course she would notice. My mother never missed anything. The guilt of what I had done would be written all over my face. She could read me like a book. It was a real dilemma for me. In the end I gave you the ring. You knew how much I loved my class ring and now, looking back, I think you wanted it because it meant so much to me. I didn't know that then I just knew I wanted you to have it. I loved that you wore it on a chain around your neck. That meant it was special and in turn, I was special to you. It was a wonderful feeling. When we broke up my mom asked me about that ring over and over again. She wanted me to get it back from you. She would yell at me, threaten me but I didn't care. I didn't want the ring back from you. I wanted you to have it forever, so you would look at it from time to time and at think of me whenever you saw it. My mother insisted I call you to get the ring back but I refused. After a while she knew I wasn’t going to call so she called your house to ask for “The Ring” but you weren't home so she asked you father about it. Your father told my mother he would ask you about the ring. She never heard back from you or your father and I still refused to call you and ask for the ring so she called again. Your father answered the phone. After the normal greetings my mother asked about the ring. Your father probably said he didn’t know where the ring was but I’m sure my mother insisted you give the ring back. At this point your father said “he threw the damn ring in the lake.” Their conversation ended abruptly and my mother never called asking about the ring again. Randy was shocked and said, “I never knew my father said that.” There were tears in Debra’s eyes as she said “Well that is what my mother has been telling me all these years.” He could see how sad she was from telling the story. He held her close. He whispered nervously in her ear, “I looked for the ring after your Mother called my Dad. I couldn't find it. I looked in all my special places and there was no ring to be found. I told my Dad this but I guess he got one too many calls from your Mother and he decided, he’d put an end to the harassment by saying Randy threw it in the lake.” She kissed him and said, “That sounds like something you would do.” Then with a smart ass smile he said, “Your mom never called back about the ring after that, did she?” “No my mother never did. But every time I spoke with her she would remind me about ‘the ring’. She would end every conversation by telling me to 'Call Randy and get that ring back.” “But you never called me. Why?” “I wanted you to have the ring. Somehow I knew that ring belonged to you and not to me anymore.” “You were right. You had given it to me and it was mine,” he said with a smirk. She said with a touch of scorn, “I love you, my Arrogant Bastard.” He smiled and said, “You were right. The ring was special to me.” They looked at each other, thought about her mother calling his father and started to laugh. They had only been back together a short time and already it was like time had stood still. Finally she said, “We should leave the bathroom before we get arrested. Remember all the police we saw? Picking us up for indecent exposure would add a little excitement to their shift.” “Picking you up alone, naked, would certainly add a lot more excitement to their evening,” he said with big grin. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand as she bent over help him to put his pants. He was still running his hands over her sexy body as she lifted one of his feet off the floor and slowly put one pant leg up to his thigh while her French nails where probing higher. Then she lifted his other foot and pulled his pants up till were they around his hips with her nails digging into his back. Still unbuttoned and unzipped she licked him as she carefully zipped his zipper. She didn't want to damage her Randy. Finally, she buttoned his pants and picked up his wrinkled stained shirt from the floor. She wrapped the shirt around his back and kissed his chest as she did up one button at a time. She was still naked and her dress was a crumpled mess on the floor. He kissed her neck, working his way down to her soft breasts then between her legs where his tongue and fingers moved in a circular motion to the sounds of her saying “Yes, yes, yes.” He reached down and picked up her wadded, dirty white Roman dress. She lifted one foot at a time so he could slide the dress under them. The back of his thumbs and forefingers moved slowly up the inner part of her thighs. Goose bumps covered her body and it pulsated as he inched his hands and the dress higher and higher up her legs. The dress was resting just below her smooth shaved pubic area. He looked at her womanhood then up into her eyes and again back at her shaved pubic area. He whispered “My beautiful Debra Lynn. I’ve waited far too long for this day.” She thought “If he only knew how much more I want him.” His groin area was hard as he rubbed it against her thigh. This made her body quiver and clench deep down inside. She was trembling, unsteady on her feet as he pulled her dress higher until it was just below her breast. He licked each nipple as he ran his teeth over them until they were hard. He lifted her dress over her rich full breast slowly, until it completely covered them. He pulled her close and said in a whispering voice, “It's time to leave. There will be more later, I promise.” As they exited the bathroom, they were both filled with abundant love, desire and a need for more. The smell of lust was oozing out of their bodies. It was alive and growing in them.

Next Chapter: Chapter 12 The checkerboard and the tent