--- Later that day ---

It has been hours since Odette and Serena's release from the dull walls of the notorious mental hospital as their ultimate freedom incarnated their liberated, full of elation spirits by reinforcing the hollow with felicity as if it was an oblivious phenomenon for them. Perhaps unidentified for their flooded minds with boats of optimism, happiness, sheer and taintless love which sailed freely, whirling in a whirlpool by shaping a natural disease altogether united.

Whereas the former Irish cop was more than determined to flee Briarcliff as he has thought of it since one of the conversations he shared with the former patient Odette, consequently made him to ponder profoundly in the sea of his thoughts by judging his boss, the administrator of the facility's relentlessly belittling treatment and demeanor not only towards his employees like nuns, orderlies, security guards and Doctor Azarova, but also Frank, himself and the patients who were either haughtily confronted by the head of the nut house or have set a foot in his office.

What the middle-aged man hankered was to live a normal life as he's working somewhere else as a security guard rather than an overwhelmingly fatiguing job by working night shifts in a madhouse where criminally insane were housed under the iron fist's command of Father McKenzie.

Frank has always been a diligent, cautious and responsible security guard especially when it comes up to work and following the rules without an ado. Nonetheless, Odette was peculiarly right about Alexander.

The daylight died as the scintillating moonlight hung up in the nocturnal, dark sky as its incessantly twinkling stars, adorned it, the patients were already being gathered in their cells for extra good night sleep, resulting a shut down of the common room until the next morning.

The man of the cloth was taking a pull at his cigar by seating at his office, reclining carelessly on his chair by relishing the moment of loneliness. Desolation and muting hush were consuming his dim light office since the inmates weren't wandering around the madhouse as if they were guests at home. The corridors were as quiet as the death, itself.

After blowing a fog of dim in the thin air, suddenly a door tap interrupted his train of thoughts as he sighed dramatically, frustrated, wearing gravely jaded look on his youthful, pale complexion. Little did he know who was standing beside his office's door until a plain exclamation emboldened the uninvited guest to open the door by entering the austere office which embraced him with the holy man's piercing glare at his employee as a grotesque, irritated frown cradled his naturally berry-coloured lips.

In the meanwhile, Frank lightly sniffled the pungent stench of tobaccos in his boss's office which was inevitable for him as well. His nostrils' symphony of the sniffles were sufficiently audible for him solely, luckily.

"Good evening, Monsignor!" Meantime, the former policeman took a deep breath by opting to ignore the reek of cigarettes as his azure blue eyes met Alexander's, locking up his stare. "It looks like it has been a tough day today."

"Yeah especially with such a hectic schedule and extra night shifts. What to expect more, Frank?" What it wrily flabbergasted the former police officer was the peculiar, eccentric kindness which he has never earned from such manipulative, cranky and exceedingly possessive priest. "What the hell brings ya there in the middle of the night?" The native Salemian enquired as he arched an eyebrow in bracer shape, taking another drag of his cigarette as dim zinged his oral caverns.

"I'm deadly serious since this comes out my lips as  I've already actually decided what to choose between being an employee there or moving on in my life with a fresh start by working somewhere else than being an ordinary security guard."

"What's the problem then?"

"I'm formally leaving this institution as I no longer wish serving its duties. I mean, I quit." The older man clarified by clearing his throat as he removes his cap by rubbing absently, uneasily his head by running his fingers through his grayish, slightly shaggy hair.

"You're leaving, right?" In the interval, Frank nodded humbly his head without causing a turmoil, pursing his lips by putting his cap back on his head again. "What's your rational explanation for leaving your position?"

"Just something chimed me to take my life in another direction by working somewhere else though I don't like by the way ya treat every staff member and patient inside the walls of Briarcliff." All of a sudden, Alexander's heart sunk once Frank mentioned by the way the administrator of the nuthouse treated each patient even staff member in brash, remorseless manner. "It's something like a barrier, built between your perspective and your heart by shielding ya against your guilty conscience." Suddenly Alexander glared at the older man, wearing grimaced face. 

--- *** ---

--- A Month later ---

--- 26th of April, 1962 ---

It has been a month since Frank not only left the mental hospital where he served as a dilligent, responsible and studious head of security guard, but also he worked somewhere else by working as a security guard of a bank, taking daylight shifts as he didn't have sufficient spare time to spend it with his daughters, who were university students and lost his wife in a car accident a few years ago, resulting his periodical episodes of melancholy by grieving over her loss.

Furthermore, the both couples left their booked hotel rooms days later as Elsa and her small family stayed in Boston for a couple of days for Serena's eye surgery until her sewed eye recovers ultimately, as a result of the woe she was victimized by her former foster father the last autumn as Serena went found a better job as a librarian in the local Boston bookstore, besides renting a decent small apartment for herself only. She was well-paid librarian, besides full-time employed. Once a week especially in the weekends she was paying a visit to Vermont, in order to see her childhood friend Odette and her parents though Elsa, Massimo and Evelyn were visiting once per 2 weeks Boston by encountering the orphan and see her. 

As soon as the Howards moved in Vermont back with their daughter, they couldn't be any longer happier than they used to be as Odette's disappearance for almost 19 years was a gap of their broken hearts which ached, longed for their love child to be part of their compact, nonetheless doting and authentic family. Odette quickly became even more fond of Jude and Timothy by helping them with chores, sharing more piece of memories and moments altogether though their particularly different worldviews since their humongous age gap as she was an young adult, whereas they were middle-aged as the former nun was the eldest family member. 

Moreover the both women's pregnancies were advancing though the gruesome, stony-hearted consequences of the pregnancy were inescapable for them by passing the roller coaster of mood swings, barbaric food cravings, morning sicknesses each morning which embraced them. 

Jude was staying at home, whilst Odette was singing in the local Vermont bars, although she was wearing less extravagant garments which showed less skin since her body mass was increasing gradually with each progressing week, despite it wasn't visible at all since their bumps were small for now.

The former man of the cloth wasn't working as he prefered to stay at home with his wife as his British aristocratic family in London ensured him with filthy fortune, granting him celestial privileges of not attending regularly his work place even earn a decent salary to support his family. 

The Howards owned a luxurious, enticing mansion with 2 floors, big terrace on the second floor which was linked with the bedroom, an expansive yard with opulent flowerbeds, gardenias of apples, pears, cherries and morellos, adorning the grandiose crowns of the trees. The iron Victorian style fence guarded safe and sound the private property which was located in Vermont's countryside. 

At last but not least, their home had 3 bedrooms as the first bedroom was Jude and Timothy's bedroom, whilst the second one was Odette's and the third one was for guests. Solely 1 kitchen and attic were there as the kitchen was located on the first floor, while the attic upstairs. Further, there were 2 bathrooms on the both floors with one library and a living room. 

Whilst Judy was watering with the watercan the soils in the flowerpots as she has seeded peppermints, marigolds and lavenders by looking after them for a couple of weeks since their reborn in Vermont by marking their glorious victory for their daughter united with them, solid, grayish clouds clouded the once lucid sky by concealing the spring, warm sun. 

In the meanwhile, Odette was snoozing in her spare bedroom on her double bed which was embellished with velveteen iris blanket, blanketing her body which wore nothing than an ordinary white, silky nightgown by collecting enough nutrients which nurtured her youthful body. Timothy was mowing the grass before the rain poured down as if God was weeping, expressing his utter desperation over the humanity's remorseless cruelty and destruction of the world and God's creations. 

"Look at our beautiful plants, Tim! I'm so happy we're having another hobby, besides doing nothing else." The middle-aged mother exclaimed in jeering manner as she couldn't repress snigger, tickling the corners of her mouth. 

"Ah, Judy! Never forget who's more beautiful than these plants which they will fade and just die one day." He stopped lawn-mower after mowing a column of mid-calf length as it once teased bare, soft as satin skins especially stark legs. Meanwhile he snuck behind her as she was watering the peppermint row until she felt strong, creamy hands were on her waist, squeezing it as feather, doting kisses were peppered on the top of her head, causing her instictive laughter tugging her tongue. At first, she flinched at his spontaneous embrace by relishing the moment of being loved. 

 "Aww, darling! Why thank you though I'm pregnant again and I will be chubbier even as wasted as a garbage." A wry snicker zinged her naturally rosy-coloured, plumpish lips as Timothy grasped his grip by her waist by pulling her tighter, pecking her forehead with a tender, loving kiss as she lips pursued for his to seal them with hers.

"Rare bird," In the meantime, he silenced her by pressing his soft, berry-coloured lips on her as they closed their eyelids as they were gradually sunk in the kiss which produced its brightest stars as if they were their almighty, boundless love, in the darkest night as if the night was playing the role of Jude's perspective over her indisputably ethereal grace which oozed of her. "You're going to be still my beautiful wife and the most gorgeous woman I've ever laid eyes on before and after your first pregnancy with Odette. The life is too short for pressuring yourself with grief and self-consciousness over your natural beauty which is readily visible from miles." She momentarily blushed as soon as his kindhearted, sincere compliments arrowed her heart with cupid arrows as if a cupid was sent from God as her feline hazelish-brown orbs glistened sparks of modesty and felicity. 

"You've been always sweet ta me, no matter how much the age has affected my appearance." A faked frown distorted across his lips as Jude left the watercan on the grass as they were staring into one another's faces as she cupped his cheeks in the palms of her elvish hands. 

"Don't be silly, my beautiful bird! You are always beautiful, regardless if you're happy, sad or moody especially happy as I've always wanted to see you in this light." His fingers lightly tickled her swan, slim's waist curves which caused her to bow her torso as she wasn't capable of resisting its pleasant sensation which swept her body until he lifted her up in a bridal lift by throwing her arms in a tight hug. 

"What are ya doing, honey?" The former holy woman questioned as soon as he headed up towards the front door in no time by opening reluctantly it by stepping inside the corridor by shutting the door behind him as the married couple were tittering as their angelic anthems swiftly overspread in the entire mansion as a contagious epidemy, commonly bestriding circa cheerful, sanguine people. 

"I'm trying to bring joy as you should know what I hate more than anything to hear from these luscious lips of yours," The younger man whispered in honeyed voice as his heavier foosteps accelerated up to the living room though they were oblivious for the juvenile brunette, who was upstairs and flooded in her slumber as her body muscles utterly relaxed. "Is your pessimistic words and critisizing yourself, lingering on your tongue as if they're the sole and enchanting words which are part of your vocabulary."

All of a sudden, the couple heard light footsteps, invisibly tracking the final steps of the stairway for the first floor as they turned to Odette, who was awake in the wee hours of the evening by earning pair of inquiring looks, painted on Jude and Timothy's complexions.

"Where are ya going, miss?" The native Bostonian posed the question in sneering manner without attempting to offend her sole daughter.

"Urm, going to the kitchen for a glass of water since I'm dying of thirst." The singer replied enthusiastically as a sympathetic, merry smile honed up in the corner of her lips. 

"Oh, it's alright, darling! You can go for the glass of water, whereas I and your mother are just," The former Monsignor burst out in velvety voice by lightly swinging Jude in his muscly, secure arms as the young woman couldn't help but chuckle at her father words. "You know! Having fun and being crazy."

"Do not explain yarselves! I think I need the glass of water right now rather than listening to shenanigan stories!" After she stuttered by struggling to spell each syllable, in fact, she was in an awkward situation, Odette stepped directly in the kitchen as her face was overally painted in sanguine tinges as heat crept beneath her plump cheeks.

"What a silly girl! She exposed us." Judy said in teasing way until her husband dropped her on the leather sofa by straddling her legs.

"She's an extrasense but I know what will pleasure us." Suddenly Timothy's hands lowered to her skirt by yanking it slowly from her pelvis by peeling her hips and thighs' flesh until pooling her ankles, hence, he grunted when he glimpsed at her lacy black panties, his click frequently clicked, persuading Jude the things weren't as he hasn't craved.

"T-Timothy, just imagine if she gets us in trouble by teasing each other on the sofa as she's in the kitchen for a while! Just imagine the embarrassment," Afterwards he clamped her mouth with the palm of his colossal hand as the older woman's face flushed, submersed in gore swamp of ruddy hues which highlighted her once as pale as ghost complexion. Mumble was dying underneath the clamped hand, whilst his other hand worked on her lacy panties by snatching promptly until he was met with her slit as his chocolate brown pools glittered blizzard of glitter, glimmering in awe. In the interim, the blonde ran her fingers through his dark hair as her lion mane of silky old Hollywood golden curls were ruffled over her head, framing ideally her flushed face. "Any child isn't supposed to watch  their parents being intimate in front of them. It's an abomination."

"As much as their panics and misunderstanding of the concept!" When Timothy's hand spread her legs by giving him a better access to her slit, he leant down by laying on his stomach on the couch by permitting his ophidian tongue tip her hard clit as his orbs darkened abruptly as if the devil, himself, dwelled in his soul and frail skeleton, possessing his entire being. 

"Oh fucking God! Oh God!" Muffled, mellow moans and groans heaved from the top of her fragile lungs though the decibels were as low as buzzing coffee. The Bostonian tightly shut her eyes by relishing the sultry moment as her heart leaped in her ribs by running vigorously, frequently her fingers through his chestnut hair, encouraging him to keep on with the teasing process as his damp tongue worked on her slit. His thumb kneaded the erected clitoris on circles as they began slowly until the pace escalated as much as her satin moans and groans, cradling his head by scooping it with her fingers. She arched her swan neck as her cocked back her head, chewing her bottom plumpish lip as if she was on cloud nine in this moment. Feeling paradise consuming her and savoring its heaven's divine bite. "Please, don't stop, Timothy!"

Fortunately, the juvenile, aspiring singer went upstairs by pretending to overlook her parents' love game which was taking its place in the living room, lightly giggling in coy, sarcastic way by sipping her glass of water by stopping in the middle of the long hall. 

"I'll pretend I saw nothing eventually." Mutter danced on her tongue, when she reentered her bedroom with her lukewarm, fresh beverage. 

"You're so tight, rare bird!" Meantime he plugged his tongue inside her core by savoring her juices as his long, dexterous fingers continued to tease her erected clit until his tongue and fingers were baptized in her climax.

"For fuck sake, don't stop!" She wasn't capable of breathing for a single second even peel a word adequately as if the moans and groans were depending on her struggled utterance. "C'mere!" Jude maneuvered him to kiss her lips as he unplugged his tongue from her slit by capturing her lips into his in a harder, sensual kiss, whereas one of his hands cupped her jawline, tilting her head and pushing a couple of fingers in her slit, thrusting in and out.

Initially their kisses were romantic and adorable until they escalated to ferocious and aggressive as their tongues started dancing along until Jude's tongue won its domination, thereafter plugging it in his mouth by deepening into a French kiss. Muffled, soft moans floated in the living room as the surroundings which encompassed them were nonchalantly oblivious for them, without flooding their minds with any spark of guilt, concern and shame. Subsequently he took off his fingers from her slit as soon as they broke off the kiss to take their time admiring one another's beauteous facial features as he licked his fingers which were baptized in her juices by darting his darkened pools on her honey brown ones.

"I love you so much!"

"I love you much more than anything, rare bird!"

To be continued...