Dear Charles
- 3 years ago
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2007
“So?” said Owen.
“He’s bitter and it’s all my fault,” she said.
“And it’s your fault? What?” he said.
“He heard me kind of dissing him when I was talking to Harriet that night we all went to dinner at the Scarborough,” she said.
“Dissing him?” He said.
“Yes. I’m ashamed to say it. In fact I said the same thing to Harriet at the time. But, doing him made my skin crawl. I mean he is so damn ugly. Anyway, he heard me say that and well, it probably ended it for him and me and I mean forever. He will never forgive me now,” she said.
“Oh shit,” he said. “And you say he doesn’t trust me?”
“More like he does trust you. He trusts you to take his place with the children including his yet to be born son,” she’s said.
“Oh boy,” he said. “So what do you think? How should we handle all of this?”
“Damned if I know?” She said. “Like I said, it’s pretty much a fact that he hates me now, after what he heard me saying about doing him.”
“I doubt if he hates you. That he’s bitter as you said earlier I can well believe. A man with no hope of having a woman, and having it be you, especially you, prove it to him; well, that pretty much puts the period on that sentence,” he said.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s about the size of it, and like I said, it’s all my fault.”
“Look, I can talk to him if you want. He and I seem to get along okay when it’s one on one. I mean it’s worth a try, right?” he said. She shrugged, but didn’t voice a comment or respond to his offer.
“Okay, I’ll try it. Maybe I can get him drunk. Maybe that’ll make him more agreeable to dealing with us and with the kids,” he said.
“Funny,” she said. “But no, drinking might get him to be more talkative, but more agreeable? Unlikely. Now if I could just get him to unhear what I said,” she said.
Hmm, yes, but that not being possible I’m gonna just try logic,” he said. “Anyway, it’s all we got.”
“I guess,” she said.
Well it didn’t take them long to come at my flank. It was him this time. And it was night time at that, and at the VFW. Well, the drinks were cheap.
“Buy you another one of those?” he said, coming up to me. I gave him a steel cold look.
“Why not,” I said, “a free drink is always a winner, and their cheap enough here that it won’t put much of a dent in your wallet.”
“You seem to be in a fairly good mood tonight,” he said, as he waved at Betty to attend to our needs.
“Better mood, but no better looking than I was yesterday, so maybe it’s a wash,” I said.
“No, you’re right, you’re as ugly as you were yesterday I’m sure,” he said. I looked him askance.
“Well, nobody can accuse you of trying to make a body feel better,” I said.
“No, no, you are absolutely right about that,” he said. “Your ex tells me you’re worried about me taking your place with the kids.”
“Worried about it? More like resigned to it,” I said.
“Hmm, you’d be wrong to be so,” he said, “because I am not. Do they call me dad? Yes, they do. Would they call you dad? Yes they would, of course you’d need to be around for that to happen. And now, with a son on the way...”
“Yes, yet another Cord about to enter the lists,” I said.
“Sort of,” he said.
“Sort of? What does that mean?” I said.
“He’s going to have a hyphenated name,” he said.
“What? What’s that?” I said.
“His last name will be Bradshaw-Cord,” he said. I stared at him.
“Really,” I said, my tone indicating my indifference to his announcement.
“Yes. Look, can we talk. I mean seriously talk and maybe come to an understanding or two?” he said.
I shrugged my tentative okay. “Understandings about what?” I said.
“First off,” I hear from Cedric that you put all of your money in trusts for the kids. That right?” He said.
“Yes. I don’t need it. And it’s something that I can do for them, and yes I know you’ll probably give ‘em more than that in pocket change,” I said, “but it’s all I got. As they say, it’s the thought that counts, right?”
“Hmm,” he said.
“Yeah, hmm,” I said back at him.
“Look, as hard as it may be for you to believe I am not a complete idiot. I know you’re basically a good guy, and in spite of everything you may think, and all evidence to the contrary notwithstanding, so am I. Yes, I took your wife away. I mean look at the woman. No man was going to be able to resist her. And I had something you didn’t...” he said.
“Yeah, a large bank account,” I said, interrupting him.
“Yes, but that wasn’t it. Not the biggest ‘it’ at least,” he said.
“Really, you got something else that’s bigger than a zillion bucks?” I said.
“Yes,” he said, “reliability. I’m dependable and honest and I do what I say no matter what; And, Mister, I never lie, and I mean never. If I don’t want you to know something I simply won’t tell you. But, if I do tell you, you can take whatever it is to the bank. Oh fucking ‘kay!”
“Really. Okay, are you going to minimize my prime fatherhood with the children? I mean I think you already have with the girls, but in the future the girls and my son?” I said. He smirked.
“The king of the loaded question,” he said. “The short answer is no. But will you see it that way. I see myself as their father, just not their only one. As for who is going to be numero uno with them, that’ll be up to the girls and your son, our son. But, I will not be ‘buying’ my position if that’s what you really think.
“Look, Sam, you need to be around them. If you’re not, the crown will fall to me without me doing a thing to encourage it. But, conversely, if you are around, I think what may happen is that they will see us both as daddies, come to the each of us for different things. And in spite of your handicaps you could have a lot to offer,” he said.
“Yeah, like what!” I said.
“Jesus, here I am about to give fatherhood lessons to my ‘perceived’ rival. Okay what the hell. Here it is, your first lesson, and it may be your last, so listen up.
“You, sir, are in a position to show by example how a person, no matter how desperately challenged, deals effectively and honestly with the world around them. You can be an actual shining example of how a person can rise above any of life’s difficulties and challenges even the ones that can kill the soul. You have what it takes for that, Sam: your disabilities. If you can show the children how a real man can deal successfully with the challenges you are facing, trust me it will trump anything and everything I or anybody can do with money only. But of course, you do have to be able to deal with your challenges to even begin to be the winner you might be,” he said.
The sonovabitch was actually making some sense. “Hmm,” was my seriously brilliant reply.
“Yes, hmm,” he said. “And, just for the record, what you did with your money? It was the right thing to do. It set the tone for proving what kind of father you might be. It can’t be the end all of it though. Money is useful but not as a character builder or the kind of ammunition that can solve the most difficult of human problems. It just makes things real comfortable for those who have a lot of it.”
We talked over things for some time. But the upshot was that problems for me persisted. Number one: the question of how I was going to be around enough to influence my children if I didn’t actually move back to Phoenix. And number two: I still was not convinced that I had any hope of ever besting the man in the fatherhood competition. What I needed was a situation where there would be no competition. I just wanted to be my children’s daddy, their only daddy.
The man had made some good points in our talk. I had to give him that. But they, the points, were abstract, not concrete. I’m just a simple guy. I needed concrete. We’d be seeing I supposed.
After three shots of JD, in my experience, seeing what someone looks like, even me, is kinda difficult. Of course I didn’t know how many drinks she’d had, but for some reason the woman kept eyeing me from the second table to my left. I was sitting in my chair and I doubted she could see that because of the table cloth, but my face was right on to her. I looked over at her, directly at her, and decided to say something. Well, no one wants to be the object of intense scrutiny, not the kind that I was the object of. I rolled over to her.
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I was satisfied once my son’s bottom was a bright and rosy pink, and he was quaking and shivering after the spanking I gave him. My daughter stood next to him. Her panties and shorts were around her ankles, and her well-padded behind was offered up to me submissively. I couldn’t see between her slightly parted butt cheeks the way I could Michael’s pert little ass. Courtney had a perfect bubble butt just like mine. She has curly blonde hair, but in many ways, we look very similar in the...
November 3 Dear Diary, It's getting cold outside! I love the holidays, but I have more pressing things to think about right now! Gary keeps wanting to fuck us, and we keep putting him off! I can tell that Emma is really close to giving in to him, she is so in love with his pecker!!! I'm not saying that Hillary and I aren't turned on to his cock too, it's just that Ems has turned into a little "cock hound"!!! When we have our masturbation sessions in her room, she has graduated to larger and...
EroticHusband shows his Victorian wife the delights of erotic sex and spanking.Her Victorian Bottom Thrashed.Part 1.For awakened Prudence, the days had been sexually listless for Henry, her husband, was away on business. The sunlight flickered through the swaying branches of the old oak tree which majestically dominated the farthest reaches of their garden, and which underneath Prudence sat in deepest thought whilst trying to read the Times. Thoughts that unbidden always returned to the past month...
Dear Dirty Diary, Just before Christmas, the three of us drove back to the condo and while musing of old memories, I rummaged through my son’s old toy chest. I found a box of GI Joe action figures and a carton of Hot Wheels miniature cars. I washed all the dust and grime from them all in the dishwasher then began to pack them all back into new plastic storage containers. My husband Doug came along, picked up a bright orange Dodge Charger with a Confederate flag on the roof. He began to...
+++ I've been in a weird mood for the last couple days, again. I'm back in school now.... it always feels good to be back. It isn't that I don't love being home with my Mom... but I think I feel like a more independent person every day. I used to think I would be with my Dad forever... and now I sort of feel bad that I now only have my Mom to lean on, and I do, sometimes. It's complicated... but I know that when I'm on my own, and don't see her face every day, I'm not confronted...
This is the sequel to ‘Dear Mother’. I had a lot of readers request a follow up and for a while I was reluctant. I needed a storyline and a dose of motivation. I hope this meets your expectations. It isn’t necessary to read the original story to understand what’s going on in this one, but it will help you fill in the gaps. My thanks to Jayt444 for his editing assistance on the early part of this story. Obviously, any errors or omissions are entirely my responsibility. * Chapter 1: Leaving...
February 14, 2010 Dear John, I am writing you this letter to know how much I have adored you and how attracted to you I have become over the years that I have known you. I have watched you grow into the fine young man you are, and have been infatuated with you for a very long time. I was going to wait until your high school graduation to give this to you, but after our conversation the other night at you 18th birthday dinner, I cannot. Everything that you said to me has brought my feelings...
Dear Diary, Today was shaping up to be a tedious and somewhat stressful day when I decided to go for a walk in the woods. That all changed when I found a lighter… It was early evening, just starting to get dark, when I put my coat on, grabbed my house keys and headed out for a stroll. As I’ve noted in previous diary entries things are coming to a head at work, and I needed to get out and clear my head. Slamming the front door behind me, I headed off down the road towards the common. The...
Dear JohnRound, pink bubble gum: hard and then going soft in your mouth.Can of Coke: like a stout and short cock, yet fizzing inside with delight.A rhubarb stick: a cock curved and angry, ready to make my face grimace with pain.Avocado: a pussy that has been pounded and the inside has hardened to stop entry.Cherries: describing the loss of virginity.These are the things that I think about in the morning when I wake up, and you are not here. Or when they haven't yet given me my medication and my...
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