Sweet Saturday Samples

My L post for the A-Z Challenge is here.

This week’s installment for Sweet Saturday Samples is one of the excerpts from Little Ragdoll I’d originally had scheduled for some time ago but set aside in favor of other samples. It’s from the conclusion of Chapter 37, “The Year the World Went Up in Flames.” The tumultuous year of 1968 has finally come to a welcome close, and Lenore confides to Allen what she’s recently told her sisters-in-law and their friends, that she’d like to have another baby. The rating is PG-13.


New Year’s Eve is a Tuesday this year.  The final day of the year can’t come a moment too soon, Allen and Lenore think as they sit watching the big aluminum ball dropping in Times Square on CBS.  Irene is sound asleep on the sofa bed as her parents bid good riddance to 1968 and welcome in 1969.  Allen and Lenore envy her a little bit for being too young to remember or be aware of what a tumultuous year she’s just lived through.  All she cares about are being fed and clothed, paid attention to, bathed, having her diaper changed, and having interesting things to play with.  Only later, when she’s older, will she be able to really start understanding what it meant to live through those days, the same way Allen didn’t understand till he was older what it meant for him to have been born on D-Day.  For all she’s aware of, this was a perfectly normal, safe, predictable year, and not the year the world went up in flames.

“I have something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, Allen,” Lenore says after they’ve relocated to their own bed.

He pulls off his clothes and throws them in the hamper. “Should I be worried?”

“I hope not.  It’s just that I’ve been thinking a lot about trying for a second child—that is, if you want a second child this soon.”

He sits down on the bed and pulls her down onto his lap. “Are you serious?  You’d want to bring another child into this crazy world?  Can’t we wait a little while, until things simmer down a bit?”

“That’s the whole point.  Creation is the opposite of killing.  Not only that, it’s older than the act of killing.  What better way to celebrate life than to create a new one?  It’s our way of protesting all the bad things in the world, saying to them we’re better than that, that we’re not afraid to carry on and create life in the face of death.”

He sits and thinks about it. “I know you’re right, but it’s just scary to think about.  I was born during a war, and Irene was born during two wars, the Vietnam War and the Six-Day War.  When does it end?”

“It will end when everyone decides they love life more than death.  World peace is probably a long way off yet, but we can’t stop everything while we wait for the impossible.  Besides, two years between siblings is the perfect age difference.”

“Irene would probably love a little sister,” Allen says, already presuming their second child will be yet another girl in his life. “And I never wanted to have an only child.  You’re a really good mommy, Lenore.  Having two kids would probably make you even better.  And it’s best to have all your kids when you’re young instead of putting big gaps between them or waiting till you’re in your late thirties or early forties.  My old nanny Sarah ended up having her kids at thirty-eight and forty, but not because she deliberately postponed marriage and motherhood.”

“So what’s your answer?  You can think about it for as long as you want to.  I’ll just get my diaphragm out of the night stand and keep using it till you’re ready to have another baby.” Lenore makes a face at it as she pulls the drawer open. “I miss birth control pills, but I can’t take them at the same time I’m nursing.”

“Get rid of that damn thing,” Allen says. “You won’t be needing it for awhile.  Are you ready to try getting lucky tonight, Mrs. Troy?”

Lenore pushes the drawer shut and crawls over to Allen. “I love you.”

“Enough talk,” he smiles, pulling her on top of him. “We’ve got a new life to work on creating.  Here, let me help you out of your clothes.”

During their three couplings that night, Lenore feels she’s got the best husband in the world.  Not only is Allen the guy who took her in after she ran away, gave her a whole new family, was her first and only everything, took care of her and nursed her back to health when she was very sick, made her a respectable woman, made her a mother, and caught their firstborn child, without even complaining he didn’t get a firstborn son, but now he’s also her partner in defiance against the culture of death and violence that reigned this past year.

Allen and Lenore’s Romance (American Typewriter)

Today the yearly Blogging from A to Z April Challenge kicks off! I’m doing a double theme this year, some of my favorite chapters I’ve written, in posts created with a font for each letter of the alphabet. Some of you (probably mostly PC-users) might not be able to see the fonts, since the HTML coding for a font only shows up if you’re got the font installed on your computer. I’ve deleted several fonts from my computer, like the repulsive Comic Sans, so I’m unable to see them even if a webpage uses them.

Font of the day: American Typewriter

Created: 1974

Personal experience: While I grew up using computers and can barely remember a time before them, I’m also old enough to have used a typewriter more than a few times. I haven’t used one in years, but I’d like to get my own someday.

Chapter: “Allen and Lenore’s Romance”

Book: Little Ragdoll

Written: 31 December 2010-3 January 2011

Computer created on: 2008 MacBook Pro, 15-inch

File format: Word 2004

This is the 29th chapter of Little Ragdoll, the story I carried around with me for 16.5 years after I’d last been able to work on it. The story just stayed with me all those years, until finally guilt drove me to begin again from scratch and memory. One of my favorite subplots was the love story between Allen and Lenore.

In the discontinued original first draft, I left off not too long after Lenore was introduced. The basic details about her remain the same—she meets Allen and his sisters in a bus stop on a rainy night, at age 15, having just run away from an abusive father, and moves in with Allen and his sisters. She and Allen are both quickly smitten, but don’t get together right away because of Lenore’s traumatic past.

When I was writing the story again, this time to the end, I changed up my plans a bit. My original plans hadn’t had any tension between them, and now they don’t get together or confess their feelings for three years. Allen didn’t want to tell her how he felt till she was 18, out of respect for being 3 years her senior and because of what she’s gone through. This decision almost had disastrous consequences.

Finally, on Lenore’s 18th birthday, 25 June 1965, Allen takes her out to eat and gradually, over the course of the evening, reveals just how much he cares about her. Thus begins their romance, which eventually crosses the point of no return and culminates in a marriage proposal. Even though it began as instalove of sorts, nothing was done about it for 3 years, and things proceeded at a normal pace, with realistic discussions of things like birth control, testing for VD, and how far to go and when.

Some highlights:

When they arrive at the restaurant, they’re given an outdoor table.  Allen pulls her chair out for her and seems to spend most of his time looking into her eyes.  Lenore tries her best to shrug it off as just a feeling of gratitude that she’s still alive after what happened to her, though she can’t help but feeling like she’s turning into a bowl of gelatin every time he looks at her.  She wonders what it would feel like to be touched by him in a non-platonic way, and shivers with excitement at the thought of it.

When they’re back in the apartment, Lenore sits down on the davenport while Allen goes into his room to fetch her birthday presents.  She still feels a tingling sensation in the hand he was holding.  After what her father did to her, she never imagined she’d someday be longing for any man to touch her.  Her whole body is aching to be touched by him again, even if it’s just hand-holding.

“I was…thinking, maybe…if it doesn’t bother you…maybe…I mean, would you mind…would you be okay…how would you like it…I’d like to…I really want to…I’ve never asked a girl for permission before…Can I kiss you?”

“That’s up to you,” he says nervously. “Damn, I never asked a girl if I could do that.  It was just assumed we both wanted to do that, so there was no need to go through the formality of asking her permission and negotiating what would actually happen.”

“I don’t want my girl getting in trouble, and I guess it is only fair to have myself cleared for venereal diseases.  You probably never can be too sure about that kinda thing, though I really hope I haven’t had syphilis or some other scary disease and not known it.”

He pauses and looks her in the eyes. “Are you sure about this?  You do realize we’d be crossing the point of no return.  You can’t go back to just holding hands or making out after you’ve gone all the way.”

“That sounds perfect to me.  Boy, I still can’t believe what a lucky guy I am to be marrying the most beautiful girl in the world.  I don’t take much stock in superstitious talk about predestination and fate, but something tells me we were meant to meet at that place and at that moment.  Emeline quoted a line a couple of times, from some book by Voltaire, something about everything being joined up for a reason.”

Horny Hump Day—Allen and Lenore

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

Happy Boxing Day!  For those of you who celebrate Christmas, I hope you had a wonderful holiday.

This week’s offering for Horny Hump Day picks up right after last week’s left off. 21-year-old Allen and 18-year-old Lenore have been in love for three years, since they first met, but Allen wanted to be a gentleman and wait till she was 18 to tell her about his feelings. He had no idea that Lenore felt the same way, and unintentionally broke her heart after a mutual misunderstanding.

Lenore ran away in the middle of the night during a snowstorm early in the current year, 1965, and Allen found her unconscious in the snow. Soon after she was nursed back to full health, she turned 18, and their romantic relationship finally began. Now they’re finally making love for the first time, something initiated by Lenore, who’s grown more sexually self-confident and assertive.


She breathes hard and fast as she feels his tongue between her legs.  When he climbs on top of her again, she arches her hips up and opens her legs for him, feeling him entering her slowly so he won’t hurt her or make her feel uncomfortable.  Once inside of her, he moves slowly and gently as she digs her hands into the back of his shoulders, every so often leaning down to kiss her neck, mouth, or face.

Horny Hump Day—Allen and Lenore

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

This week’s teaser for Horny Hump Day is the first half of something i shared some months back for Six Sentence Sunday. This is the first time 21-year-old Allen and 18-year-old Lenore have made love, though neither are virgins. However, this feels like the first time for both of them, since this is the first consensual sex of Lenore’s life, and the first time Allen has been with someone he loves and intends to marry.


Allen undoes his belt and struggles to unbutton his pants as he climbs on top of Lenore.  She reaches down and helps him with pulling them off, tossing them onto the floor, then raises her hips so he can unzip her skirt and pull down her stockings.  Lenore gasps her approval as he explores her body with his hands, mouth, and tongue.

Horny Hump Day—Allen and Lenore

Warning:  Not safe for work or appropriate for those under 18!

This week’s teaser for Horny Hump Day features one of my favorite couples, Allen and Lenore (née Hartlein) Troy. Their love story was my favorite subplot in my contemporary historical Little Ragdoll. They’ve been in love since they met, and even living together as platonic roommates (in the Bohemian West Village), but only recently have they become a couple.

Neither realized they were in love with the other, and the three-years-older, experienced Allen also wanted to be a gentleman and wait till Lenore was 18 to confess his feelings, a move that almost had disastrous consequences. Even now that they’re a couple, Allen is trying to move slowly because Lenore was abused in the past and he doesn’t want her to feel pressured into anything.

By this point, she’s becoming more sexually awakened and ready to demand what she wants. Tonight, she asks Allen to go to third base with her, and ends up with her first orgasm.


Lenore feels a deep pressure building up inside of her as her body jerks around spasmodically.  Whatever Allen is doing to her feels so good she isn’t even embarrassed at the involuntarily loud noises she’s making and the heavy breathing that accompanies them.  Then, when it feels as though she can’t handle anymore of the intense tension building up inside her, she lets out a scream and jerks her legs around before falling back onto the bed, her heart beating very fast.