"Good, now be a good boy, and get us home. We need to get changed and finish this moving stuff. Then we can get to work on some serious hanky panky."

That last little statement came complete with a sweet peck on the lips and a grope. I'm sure a grope by Sam would constitute consummation of marriage in well over thirty states.

We needed to get this moving stuff over with, fast!

…the forest for the trees…

Chapter 11

We made it. We changed clothes and vehicles and made it over to my apartment without either of us initiating any hanky panky. Well, sort of anyway. When she was changing she decided to strip everything off, walk up to me, grab me by the shoulders and kiss me. Hard, for quite a while. Then stand back and remind me the faster we get this done, the faster we get back here, like this. Okay…

While driving into the apartment complex, I noticed that there was someone actually in the Managers Office. We stopped and I gave my notice. Sam had been in a nice mood to begin with. Now she was nearly ecstatic. When we got into my apartment, I couldn't help ask why she was so, up. She just gave me a quick peck on the lips and ruffled my hair while continuing to do the Cheshire cat grin thing. She didn't say a word… So we packed and loaded Suzi's room, and vacuumed. Next was the kitchen, not much left there. The front room consisted of two pillows and a folding chair. Finally, my bedroom, the only things in there was a futon that I had already disassembled, and an ancient three drawer chest. I took the drawers out, and carried the chest frame down to the truck. When I got back, Sam had moved the three drawers to the counter separating the kitchen and the front room. She had consolidated the top two drawers into one. I grabbed the futon parts to take out to the truck. She was still sorting stuff from the drawers when I returned. This was it. These three lone drawers were all that remained in the apartment. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. Then I began kissing her neck;

"Ready for a little hanky panky there, princes?" I asked.

"No, not here… What's this?" Sam said pointing to the inside of one of the drawers.

I continued to kiss the back of her neck and asked "Why not here?"

"Weren't you with Karen here?" Sam Asked.

"Well, yes… we spent most of the time at her house, but she was here sometimes. So?"

"So, what's this?" She said holding up some letters she had taken out of a drawer.

"Oh, those are some letters that Karen wrote to me just after we got together. She was traveling for work, so she wrote me. Just throw 'em in the garbage." I said.

"And you saved them?" Sam asked.

"Well, yeah… I mean they are in front of you Sam. So guess I saved them. Let's take 'em back to the house so we can shred 'em. I don't remember what she wrote but I think maybe shredding them would be best." I said while wrapping a rubber band around the dozen or so letters and tossing them back into a drawer.

Sam turned around and grabbed my shirt collar, and pushed me into the opposite wall. Now, if I would have been thinking, I wouldn't have misread what was going on. The last time she had pushed me into a wall had been a couple days ago. That time she asked if I would like to try putting our marriage back together. I don't know why, but I thought we were still in that mode. Nope, I was wrong… I kissed her. She pushed me up against the wall, and before she could say whatever it was she wanted to say to me, I kissed her. She kneed me in the groin. Well, that got my attention. Although she had my attention, I bent over double and fell to the floor in pain.

"Just what kind of crap do you think you can pull here Benson? You are not going to bring those disgusting letters into my house. Got it? They are not coming in my house." She said.

Alright then, I've really kind of been waiting for this to happen. I've been waiting for the explosion. I was wondering just what was going to set it off, now it was here. I was still down on the floor, looking up at Sam. She had the classic 'pissed off Sam' look. Hands on hips, right foot slightly ahead of the left. This is one of the major reasons I left the first time, and here we go again.

The reason I left is we stopped having these little disagreements. I stood up and kind of did a war whoop! "YEAH" I said and pumped my arm up and down!

"YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME YOU CRAZY DEMON! HOW THE HELL DID YOU EXPECT ME TO HAVE THOSE OUT OF THE HOUSE? I'VE BEEN AT OUR AND THAT'S O. U. R. HOUSE FOR THE LAST FEW DAYS! I'M SORRY KAREN MEANS SO LITTLE TO ME THAT I FORGOT TO THROW THEM OUT! WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO THROW OUT ALL THE CRAP TONY LEFT AT OUR, THAT'S O. U. R. HOUSE?" I yelled.

All the while I was yelling, Sam's expression changed from surprise to wonder to total understanding, along with that little trademark smirk. Our yelling back and forth at each other continued for about ten or so minutes. All during this time neither one of us said anything that we would regret or that made a difference. Then, suddenly Sam attacked me, knocked me to the floor and fell on top of me. After a few moments of rolling around on the tiny kitchen floor, I got her lips off mine long enough to suggest we move this into the living room where there was carpet.

Hanky Panky reigned…

Afterwards, we dressed and straightened our clothes. All the while grinning like a couple idiots. I picked up the drawers and held out the evil letters…

"Well, just toss these here in the garbage bin?" I asked.

"No Freddie, we better take those home so we can shred them, don't you think?" Sam replied.

I simply nodded my head and followed Sam out of my old apartment, for the last time.

On the way back to our house, I noticed Snellings Supermarket was still open. We stopped and checked for more packs of 'Bacon of the World'. There were two more packs in the freezer at home, but we were here, so we might as well get some more if they have restocked since this morning. Wonder of wonders… Four more packs were there. We bought all four.

Once home, we unpacked the truck, shredded the letters and then had a small snack of toast and jelly. We were lounging on the couch, in our pj's and robes. I think both of us were too tired for any more hanky panky tonight. We were just sitting there, holding hands and eating our toast, drinking hot tea and trying to follow whatever it was that we were watching on the television.

"Nice little altercation tonight babe." Sam said while giving my hand a squeeze.

"Thanks" I replied "it felt good to be, ah… you know, back."

Sam looked at me and smiled. She picked up my hand and laced her fingers with mine while scooting up next to me. Then she leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder and sighed. Without looking at me, she asked;

"What'cha thnkin' Benson?"

"I'm thinking that we must look really domestic at the moment, and how much I like it. Also, I'm thinking how glad I am that you asked me to try again. I'm not sure I would have, even though I really wanted too. I'm thinking of how much I love you, and love being with you. I'm thinking how I really never want this moment to end, but I know it will. And that it's really okay because I'll have a lifetime of these moments with you. I'm thinking how much I'm going to enjoy raising our daughter with you. I'm thinking that I'll never get back all the looks and kisses and hugs and fights and making up that I missed over the last three years. That's what I'm thinking, what are you thinking, Sam?"

"I'm thinking I should have written down your little speech of yours! I could have sold it to some romance magazine and made some money!" She said.

I thought for a moment, and then said. "I'm thinking that this may be way too early to do this, but, I'm going to do it anyway. Hand me that box there on the end table…"

Sam leaned over and picked up the box, then handed it to me.

"So, you really want to do this again, huh…" I said while opening the box and removing our old wedding rings. Her eyes popped wide open and she sat up straight.

"Fredward, you saved them! How did you ever…" she said while taking and putting on her set.

"I'm not sure why I saved them, but I'm sure glad I did. So, you really want to do this again?" I asked.

"Yeah, I really do." She said and gave me a kiss.

"Okay! Great! Thanks! Now, give the rings back and we'll make the arrangements…" I said.

"Give the rings back, are you nuts?"

"Sam, we need them for the ceremony…"

"What ceremony? Freddie, if you think I'm going to go through all that hoopla again, you are nuts!"

"Sam…"

"Forget it Fred, we are going to just go down to the County Clerks office and be done with it. These rings need to be cleaned…"

"Sam, look…"

"Look nothin' Benson; the rings are dirty and tarnished. They need cleaning".

"Sam, that's not what I meant…"

"Well, there is no way I'm going to go through a big wedding again. I did that once and that is enough for anyone. You included!"

"SAM!"

"FREDDIE!"

"SAM! I DON'T WANT…"

"JUST FORGET IT FREDORK! I JUST TOLD YOU HOW IT WAS GOING TO BE!"

"SAMANTHA! CAN YOU JUST LISTEN TO ME FOR…"

Then she attacked me. I would have sworn we were both too tired for, well that… but we weren't.

We did get married again a few weeks later. We did NOT 'just go to City Hall'. We had a proper minister marry us in the back yard of the house. The wedding was very casual. Sam didn't wear shorts, and her jeans were just a tiny bit faded. Mine weren't, but my tie ended up in the garbage disposal just before the ceremony… We don't need to go into that. We didn't have any guests, just Carly and Victor who both stood as witnesses. Of course Suzi was there. I told her she was the Flower Girl. Suzi told me that she wasn't. She told me her mother had told her she could be the Bacon Girl, and produced a small piece of bacon she had been gnawing on to prove it.

Yep, Sam and I are back together and I've never been happier. Can't you tell?

Okay!

Well! It's over baby!

Thanks to BaalRules for showing me the error in my ways of not fluffing this story out like your old favorite pillow…

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