Forget Me Never

to his room, he would draw her.
“What are you doing?”  Izzy tugged at his belt loop.  “We’re ready to go and we don’t want to walk by those creepy cabins by ourselves.”
“All right,” he knew he had to let her go.  He didn’t want to.  Patrick didn’t understand what had happened.  He didn’t know who she was; he only knew that it felt like they had connected, somehow.  It was strange, but he had never felt more loved or at peace than when he was staring into her eyes.  Hell, it had to be some kind of hallucination.  There was one thing for sure, though.  He would never, ever forget her.  If he had his wish, she would be his destiny.
Chapter One
2010 – The Year the New Orleans Saints Won the Super Bowl
“I’ll be back, Grandad, I promise.”  He hugged the old man.  “Don’t forget me, okay?”
“I won’t,” Paddy O’Rourke wiped a tear from his eyes.  “I’ll look at your picture every day.  And you won’t forget me, will you?”
“Never gonna happen,” Patrick promised.   He hated Alzheimer’s.  It was stealing his grandfather’s mind bit by bit.

“You’ll bring me more genealogical information to work with?”  Since his short term memory began to fade, Paddy tended to focus more and more on the past.  Tracing their family had become an obsession with him.
“I’m headed to the Acadian Memorial right now.  The next time I come I’ll have you a whole new batch of stuff to go through.”  He didn’t really have time, but he would do it anyway.  It was important.  God, he hated to head back overseas.  Paddy needed him now.  He had managed to get some emergency leave to arrange for him to be admitted to the home, but now he had to head back to the Middle East and dodge bullets and sidestep IED’s.
“Okay, I look forward to it.  I want to write something in my journal about each one.  That way, they won’t be lost in time.  I don’t think anybody should be forgotten.”  A sad look clouded over the old man’s face.  “To not be remembered is the saddest thing in the world.”
As a Marine Special Ops, Patrick’s future was highly uncertain.  Sometimes he had this crazy dream at night where he was lost and alone.  He would wake up in a cold sweat sure that nobody was looking for him and that no one even remembered that he existed.  It was a horrible feeling.  Dreams were just dreams, and he knew that, but he couldn’t forget the night before his parents had perished in that Amtrax accident; he had dreamed of two trains colliding – just like in those old movies when two people would kiss and they would compare the impact to two old steam engines barreling together.
Hell, he was ready for some good dreams to come true.   “I don’t want to be forgotten either, Pop.”  Paddy was the only family he had.  There was no one else.  His parents were gone, he had no brothers or sisters and he had never been fortunate enough to find Destiny.  Destiny.  Now, that was a dream.  Destiny was the name Patrick christened the vision of beauty he had seen in the dark waters of the old slave well. Oh, he knew she had just been a figment of his over-active imagination, sort of like a day-dream.  But she had become real to him.  And it was Destiny that he fantasized about when the nights grew long and he wanted to come home.  If any of his dreams were going to come true, he voted for this one.
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Savannah smiled.  Some days it just paid to get up in the morning.  Today was one of those days.  For a few moments, she enjoyed the view and indulged in a harmless bit of day-dreaming.  Now, that was a man.  ‘Oh, you are delicious,’ she thought.  He had to be an excellent lover.  Images of tangled sheets filled her mind; she had no problem imagining him on top of her, holding her hands above her h  His big body would cover hers, while his hard cock thrust between her thighs.  Soon, her body was fully on board with her fantasy.  God, she was turned on.  Her nipples were hard and swollen. And if she wasn’t mistaken, there was a damp spot on her cotton panties – right between her legs.  The object of her lust stood oblivious as she ogled him.  She let her eyes slide up his strong legs, past a tight ass to shoulders that looked broad enough to hang onto through any storm.  “Turn around, Baby,” she whispered.  “Let Savannah see how sexy you are.”
As if he could hear her, the man-candy began to move.  “Merciful Heavens,” she breathed.  He was gorgeous!  His dark blonde hair was cut in typical military fashion, but she would have given a crisp twenty to ruffle it a little bit.  Bright blue eyes with flecks of gold met hers for one split second before they moved on to check out a tall redhead who was also giving him the eye.  Savannah wasn’t surprised, she expected to be dismissed.  It was all right, she had come to terms with her lot in life a long time ago.  Still, she enjoyed looking and imagining what it would be like to be noticed by a man like him.  He was probably as nice as he was handsome.
Savannah sighed.  Fate hadn’t been kind to her.  Even if she had been born in a normal family, her looks were nothing to brag about.  But what she was lacking in beauty, she was sure she could make up for in erotic enthusiasm if ever given a chance.  Maybe.  At least she’d love to try.  Oh well, that wasn’t going to happen.  Dang, her body was humming like a live wire.
“Ms. Doucet?  Savannah?”
“What?” Savannah jumped as the sound of a male voice intruded into her private risqué reverie.  Trying to be nonchalant, she crossed her