the ex girlfriend and what she didnt know
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Things were going really well with my relationship with Diane. I had brought her over to the house for dinner, and to meet my parents. For once, my father behaved himself, and they told me later that they both liked Diane a lot. I had taken her out once earlier in the week, and then we spent Friday together at my parent's house. On Saturday, we drove down to San Diego and rented a nice hotel room, coming back late Sunday night. It was when we were driving back to Orange that the trouble started. Diane was sitting next to me, snuggled on my shoulder. She had been talking about the great weekend we had just experienced, and wondering what was in store for the following weekend.
"Next weekend I'm going to be up in the Bay Area, I will be there until Monday afternoon. We can go out on Tuesday and Thursday though."
"What are you going up there for? Can I go with you?"
Somewhere in the back of my head, I had known that I was going to need to explain Connie to Diane. I had even tried to come up with some explanation that Diane might be able to accept and live with. The problem was, any such explanation would have to contain at least one lie. I didn't want to deceive Diane. I didn't want to not go see Connie. Everything had been set up and arranged for me to go up and spend the weekend with Connie. She and I had both been looking forward to it. In spite of the obvious fact that Diane and I had gotten very close in the past two weeks, nothing had changed about my feelings for Connie. I was definitely planning on sleeping with her, if she was willing.
"It's something that was set up a long time ago, and I can't get out of it."
"You can't take me with you?" If I was going to start lying to her, this was the time to do it. I can't even use the excuse that I didn't know how the truth might cause a rift between us. I did know. I didn't want to lie to her though.
"I'm going up there to see a friend of mine. We've planned it for weeks, and I'd need to change too many things at the last minute if I brought you along with me. We'll go up there together some weekend, when I can devote my full attention to being with you."
"Is this a guy friend, or a girl friend?" This was definitely going to be my last opportunity to lie to her, and stay out of the trouble that I knew would be coming if I told her the truth. These are the pivotal moments that you look back on, years later, and ask yourself, 'what was I thinking'? Hell, I was already forming that question in my mind as I wrapped my lips around the answer.
"My friend is a girl. Her name is Connie, and she goes to Stanford. I promised her that I'd come up and visit her this weekend. She's a freshman, and I'm the only friend she has from Fullerton, who can come up and spend some time with her. She might be a little bit homesick. She's never been away from home before."
"Are you going to be sleeping with her?" One last opportunity to salvage something. The way she asked the question, I already knew that an affirmative answer would most likely ruin any future relationship we might have. If I even hesitated, before I answered her, it would be a problem.
"Probably."
Diane looked at me, took a few deep breaths, and then started easing back away from me in the car. She was silent for the next few minutes. When she did speak again, her voice was quiet, subdued.
"You weren't even going to tell me either. I could respect you, if you had brought it up yourself. But, I can't accept what you are planning on doing, or the way you just assumed that it was okay not to tell me. I don't want you to try to see me anymore, Jimmy. I don't want to have anything more to do with you. You can leave me alone from now on."
We didn't speak all the rest of the trip back to the campus. When I parked, I got out and opened up my trunk so that she could get her suitcase. When she grabbed at the handle of the bag, I put my hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off, angrily, and just left me standing there, watching her walking out of my life. I felt bad, angry with myself. I should have handled everything better than I did.
I'm not proud about doing it, but I told my guardian to let me know anytime that Diane got into any situation that was sexual in nature. I didn't need to wait too long either, the next afternoon Diane was over at Leon's apartment. I took some comfort from the fact that he was unable to get even a slight erection, in spite of her new breasts and her oral attentions to him. I had the guardian stop the tape, and instructed him to cancel my previous instructions concerning Diane's sexual activities. Friday morning, at six o'clock, I flew up to Palo Alto, I rented a car at the airfield, and drove over to the Stanford campus to see Connie.
The weekend didn't go like I had planned. We went up to San Francisco and got a room at a nice hotel. We walked around, sightseeing, went out to eat, made love. We talked about Diane, mostly about how bad I felt at losing her. Connie's own dating activities had already taught her how hard it was to keep everything in any kind of balance. Connie hadn't had actual intercourse with anyone at school yet, but she said that she probably would one of these days, just to have a basis for comparison. She had experienced a lot of heavy petting already, and was almost certain of who she was going to sleep with first. We laughed about the 'first' that she had appended to her sentence.
I was still feeling guilty and sad when I brought her back to Stanford and kissed her goodbye. We both knew this weekend had marked the end of our time of sexual intimacy together. We both wanted to keep our friendship, but thought we would stick to writing each other letters for awhile. We knew it would be hard to keep from having sex if we spent any time together right away.
I got back in my plane and flew up to Salem. I had a cashier's check for the bank mortgage loan on the Lowery farm, and a mortgage contract of my own to give me a first mortgage on the farm itself. I had set the interest rate at 5% per year. In all, I had $67,000.00 invested in the Lowery's future. Florence and I had a little heart to heart talk after everything had been taken care of with the loans, and with the recording of the new mortgage. Diane had called home, and she and her mom had talked about what had happened between us.
"I wasn't expecting you to come back here, Jimmy. Not after what happened between you two. Can you tell me what it is you hope to gain from it? You've done a lot for our family, just by finding Tim and bringing him back home. All that money besides, what do you want from us?"
"You all seem convinced that I'm after something. I've had some time to think about things, and you're right. It isn't something from you that I'm looking for though, it's something from me. I want to make a difference in people's lives, a good difference. I already tried living just for me, and it didn't work out. It didn't make me happy. Doing this for you, knowing that I've made a difference, does make me happy."
"What about Diane, you certainly didn't make her happy?"
"I know, I didn't make her happy. I feel bad about that too. I wish it hadn't ended like that. I didn't handle any of that too well. I'm sorry about how it turned out."
I took my time flying back home, wanting some time by myself to think about my future direction. I stopped off in Fresno first, and then, Santa Maria, staying for a day in each place, trying to convince myself that I had learned some valuable lessons with these latest two relationship endings. I asked myself whether I had any legitimate complaints? Having experienced both ends of the spectrum, I knew now the old saying was correct, it was better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all. Better, definitely, but better with a price.
For me, love seemed always to bring with it some pain. It was a lesson definitely worth learning. I flew home with a resolve to proceed slower in my future relationships. I thought part of my problem might stem from how quickly I went from the first meeting with someone, to establishing physical intimacy with them. I wasn't looking for someone so that I wouldn't be alone any more, and it wasn't just to get myself laid either. I wanted to find someone that I could spend a lifetime with. I didn't know whether I would be capable of achieving that, but I knew that I wanted to at least try.
I spent the next month concentrating on business. The professor at USC had sent pictures of the two vases to several museum curators as part of the process of comparing them to other examples of porcelain work from the same dynasty period. When I went back to retrieve them, and to pick up the authentication paperwork, the professor informed me that there was interest in purchasing the vases from a museum in New York, and another in Chicago. He provided me with names and phone numbers of the people to contact at each place.
When I got back home, I called the Chicago number first. The man I spoke with there seemed more interested in getting me to donate the vases than in making a purchase. I told him that museums weren't the type of charities that I wished to support. For some reason, he took offense at that. We ended our phone conversation on less than cordial terms. The man in New York tried a similar approach, but when I told him I was looking to sell the vases, he offered me $30,000.00 for the pair. I told him that I was pretty sure that I could do better than that at auction, or even with a private antiquities dealer. He wished me well, and even admitted I was probably correct in my assessment.
I phoned the professor at USC, mostly as a courtesy to him, informing him of my two contacts, and the results. He told me to be patient, there would certainly be more interest in the vases once word had gotten out about their condition, and their availability for sale. When I pressed him for an estimate of their possible value, he reluctantly told me he had never seen a better example of one of the vases. To a private collector, having the best example of a type or a period was more important than price. The value was only limited by the money available to the collector who felt he needed to own it.
He said he knew of several private collectors that might be interested in bidding on the two vases, and asked if I wanted him to undertake the task of getting the word out and then handling all the bidding for the vases. He told me he would charge me a five per cent commission for his services. That sounded quite reasonable. I told him that I would accept his offer to handle everything at the five per cent commission, but specified that I would not accept less than one hundred thousand dollars for the pair. He agreed to that stipulation, and I arranged to deliver the vases back into his possession. In another week, A sale was consummated and I received a check for $123,500.00 from the professor. A good return for my eight dollar original investment. The professor was happy with his $6,500.00 commission too.
Ken and I also did our first partnership together, using the new split investor concept. We bought some land up near Santa Barbara, and hired someone to plant and tend the vines for grapes. The man we hired had been working as an agricultural teacher at Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo, and wanted to introduce a new, hybrid strain of varietal grapes to the California Central Coast. He wanted to produce grapes for a Cabernet Sauvignon wine. I knew less than nothing about any of it, but Ken was certain the tax write offs for the risk partners would be greater than 250% of our total investment. The income partners would receive 9% per year, and the profits from any future sale of the investment would be split 90:10, favoring the risk partners. I took 30% of the risk shares offered. One advantage I had going in was knowing the land itself would be worth a lot of money in a few years, regardless of whether the grape growing was successful. For the first three years of the investment, the risk partners would need to keep putting in money to pay the debt service on everything. After that, if all went well, the grape sales would handle that for us.
It had been more than a month since I'd last heard from Diane. She called my house, leaving a message with my mother, asking me to contact her when I had the chance. I had flown Ken up to San Luis Obispo so he could talk with his grape expert, and pick up the receipts for the purchases made on the partnership's behalf. It was eight o'clock before I got back home. My mother told me that Diane had phoned, and then gave me her message. I went out to my car and drove down to the college and went to her dorm building. In a minute, two girls came out of the dorm and I asked one of them to go back and tell Diane that Jimmy Gordon was out front waiting for her. In five minutes, Diane came down to see me. It started out as a strained time, neither one of us being comfortable, or knowing what to say to the other.
"I wanted to tell you thank you for going back up to Oregon and doing that for my family. My mom wrote me a letter about it right after, but I was still too hurt and angry to call you and say thank you."
"You're welcome. I was glad to be able to do it for them."
"I guess that's all I wanted to tell you, just thank you."
"All right. I'm sorry about what happened. I shouldn't have ever gotten myself in a situation like that. I know it put you in an uncomfortable position. Me too. I don't know if it means anything, but Connie and I are just friends now."
"No, it doesn't mean anything now. I've moved on. I've been going out too. I should tell you thank you again for these." She put both her hands on her boobs and gave them a little shake. "Ever since I've had them, I've had my pick of boys around here. You'd think they never saw a girl with breasts before."
"Well, those are exceptional boobs. It isn't like they are all the same, those are top notch, grade A boobies." She laughed.
"I guess so. I've received many compliments on them. Even from some girls. Have you been going out too, Jimmy?"
"Just that one time, Diane. I guess I learned a hard lesson from that. I haven't really felt like going out since then."
"I'm up to twenty seven boys now, plus I was with Leon again, but he seems to be having a lot of problems with his health. He can't make love anymore."
"I could fix that for him. I probably should have anyway. I did it to him to punish him for how he treated you."
"You did that to him? He's having a real hard time with it."
"I'll fix him back to how he was."
"No, don't do it. He's relied on his pecker way more than he should have. Keep him like he is for awhile longer. He needs to learn a lesson too. Are you mad that I've been letting other boys screw me?"
I knew my answer would be important to her. As open as she was about her sexual experience, I knew it was a protective defense mechanism with her. She might talk about it openly, as if what other people thought of her behavior didn't concern her. I knew it was important, and I wanted to give her an answer in a way she could accept, and still be happy with my response.
"I'm jealous of them. I wish it had been me and not them. I'm mad, but at me, not you. I hope you did it because you wanted to, and not just to get back at me for hurting you, and letting you down like I did."
"You really did hurt me, Jimmy. I told you the truth about Leon, and I sure would have screwed him if he'd been able to do it when I went over to see him. I went to see him the very next day after my classes were done. I did my best to make him want me. I was still so mad at you then. I made it up about those other three boys. I thought about doing it with other boys though. I couldn't face doing it though."
"I'm glad you called me. It must mean you are thinking about forgiving me, and giving me another chance."
"I don't know about that. Now I've seen you again, I'm getting mad all over again."
"Don't do that."
"Why not? You deserve it."
"Yes, I know I do. Still, if you let yourself get mad at me again, you aren't going to let me kiss you. I know I don't deserve it, but I want you to forgive me and to let me kiss you. I'm having a hard time right now looking at you, and not taking you in my arms for a kiss."
"It isn't easy like that. I'm not just going to forget what you did to me."
"I didn't ask you to forget. I'm not going to forget either. Forgive me. I'm sorry I hurt you."
"My mother told me I should. She told me how sad you acted, and how different you were on that last visit. She said I was going to have a hard time finding anyone better. I'm thinking about letting you kiss me. Partly because I'm wondering if you will feel different or the same to me. If I do let you kiss me though, it won't mean I've decided to forgive you."
I kissed her. We were standing in front of her dorm with the light from the front door shining on us, so the kiss had to be fairly innocent. I stepped away right after the kiss, and looked at her. She looked over at me too.
"Well?"
"It was the same. I almost wish it wasn't. I don't have to be in until ten o'clock. Do you want to go somewhere for a Coke?"
My watch said eight fifty five, we had an hour. I tried to take her hand, but she shook me off. I walked beside her and opened my car door for her. I drove us over to a liquor store, went inside, and bought two bottles of coke. I drove back over to a side street near the college and parked the car. We sat there, sipping our drinks and talking about a lot of things, everything but what I was hoping to talk about, us. It was a Wednesday, and it was getting late. In five minutes, I'd have to drive her back to her dorm. I wanted to ask her for a date, but I didn't want to make her mad by rushing her.
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Author’s Note: This is probably the most ambitious story I’ve ever tried to write, not so much because of the plot, but because of the changes the characters go through and the emotions they have to deal with along the way. (Events are easy; people are hard!) The problem is, even if I succeeded in my goal (and that’s one hell of an ?if,? since I’m certainly not a professional writer), everyone has a different idea of what exactly makes people and emotions seem real. What works for one person...
I place the plate of fresh fruit and toast before my wife I place the plate of fresh fruit and toast before my wife. She looks so beautiful, so powerful dressed in her business attire. She?s reading the paper and doesn?t acknowledge my serving her with a thank you or a nod; she just continues reading the paper. I take my seat on the other side of the table and begin eating my tepid oatmeal. I take my first bite when she nonchalantly says, ?I am revoking your furniture...
Patricia was admiring her body. The mirror reflected a bombshell beauty. She was thirty-eight, but she still had it where it counted. At five feet and six inches, Patricia was a woman who had taken care of her body. After only one son, she still had perky and bouncy breasts, tight abs and an incredible ass that had been sculpted even more by the squat routine she did every morning and right before bed. The total package was completed by lovely smooth skin, which was pale. There weren’t...
Angry White Person Syndrome. It’s the most widespread virus in the United States of America. I see it all the time. White women and White men don’t like having so-called ethnic minorities around. Especially those of us they see as ‘not knowing our place’. The person of color, whether Black, Hispanic, Asian or Middle-Eastern, who works hard and achieves things. Success and wealth are considered a White person’s territory. They don’t like to see non-Whites encroaching on their territory. That’s...
Daniel had known that he loved Gloria since the very first day they met. He had started college alone; deciding to attended a school that was hundreds of miles away from his friends and family in Texas. It wasn't until he sat in an auditorium of strangers for his freshmen orientation, though, that he realized the depths of his solitude. Sullen, Daniel shrunk in his seat. He hadn't even begun classes and he was already regretting his decision to leave home. "Don't worry. I'm scared...
Note: This is a work of FICTION. The persons mentioned in this story are fictitious. The locations are for general reference. I hope you enjoy reading this chapter. The author retains all rights to this story. When you finish reading this story, please ‘Vote and Comment.’ It is great to hear from 99.99% of you. 61. New beginnings Celeste and Philip returned from their honeymoon, one month later, with all over tans that rivaled the Greek gods. Celeste was golden from head to toe, Philip was...
"What are you doing?" Sarah asked after a moment. "Watching a movie," Cameron replied without turning her head. "Really," Sarah moved forward so that she was standing next to the couch looking down at the young girl. Despite the cold night Cameron wore only a thin tank top and boxers. Sarah couldn't help but notice how the cool air had caused her nipples to harden so that they made very noticeable points in her top. Sarah swallowed. "Shouldn't you be outside patrolling or...
Why I Hate Magic - Part IV Chapter 14 Neither Daniel nor Gloria spoke as they sat on the park bench outside of the theater. Daniel had finished explaining to Gloria everything he had learned from Dr. Suspendo and he decided the best course of action was to allow Gloria a few minutes to soak everything in. As they sat in silence, Daniel stared at the sky, his heart heavy with the news he had recently learned. Gloria stared at Daniel. Gloria could not believe that the...
Author's note: (C) 2003 Nabiky S. This story can freely be posted to any free site as long as there's no fee for reading it. Chapter 1. Why me? I glanced over at the woman in the sexy red dress again; I had a perfect view from my corner of the bar. She was maybe 25 at most, had a beautiful tear-shaped ass, long slender legs than ended in delicate ankles perched in really high heels and her long blond hair reached almost down to her ass. Ok, she didn't have that big of...
Now coming to the seventh and the last part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or She smiled. If only she had known that I had plans to tear apart her aunty mercilessly at the first given opportunity perhaps she would have killed me. Anyway we reached Vasco and as we got out of the hotel we found the uniformed chauffeur of the hotel carrying a placard “Mr. Lama and family “. What family? One of the vital cog was missing. The hotel had...
We're the Fowlers: Dana and Gordon. Common age thirty-one. Married right out of high school: that makes thirteen years ago as of the first of next month. Dana's a beautician, learned the trade on the job working for Julia's Styles, a shop catering mostly to ladies with blue hair. I'm a short haul truck driver for Drummond Trucking, freight haulers. I'm never gone more than one day in a row, and most times home by five or six every night. Maybe this would be a good place to describe us a...
Chapter Four Sarah stared down at Jim from his old body, and said, "Alright dear, you broke our agreement and you must be punished. For the next three weeks you will be a female and you will be subject to my whims and desires." Jim tried to protest but a swift wind carried him to his bedroom and he swiftly seemed to be put to sleep. The next day he awoke clearly in his wife's body, he looked around Sarah had already gone to his job, so he had to play this by ear. He figured he had...
?Are you nervous?? He asked. His voice sounded calming, reassuring. ?No.? ?No?? ?No.? I could feel Him move, though I couldn’t see Him. In the same way you feel a red light change to green when you’re waiting at a light. You don’t even have to be looking at it to know that it’s green. It just is. You can just?feel it. His voice was behind me now, as I knew it would be. ?You’re not nervous.? It was a statement. ?Are you cold???No.??You’re trembling.? He noted, sliding His index...
This is a story of a young Jewish couple who went into hiding at the startof the war it is totally fictional and is in no way meant to cause any offenceif you believe this may offend you please do not continue to read as this portraysscenes of violence and erotica which may disturb some readers. Why me? It had been a long hard few weeks cooped up in the little attic space andthe food was running low. Coming close to winter the wind was blowing outsideand the chill of the air had begun to...
Note: This story is Fiction created by a warped mind. All characters are fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely accidental. The author retains all rights to this story. I am sorry this story is late, my computer went on an extended vacation, and took my stories to the shop with it. 44. Unbelievable The Congressional hearings had barely started, when Congress broke for their Christmas holiday. When they returned in January, they resumed, and it took two full...
Why I Hate Magic Chapter 21 The first hour was easy. At Gloria's insistence, Daniel had changed out of the outfit he was wearing. She felt it was important to keep Daniel's mind off of his predicament and she felt that embracing his growing femininity was not the best way to fight the curse. Gloria was also slightly disturbed by the sight of the man she loved dressed in her dirty laundry. As Daniel took a cold shower, Gloria ventured out of the room to retrieve the food...
Now coming to the fifth part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or NOW I HOPE YOU ARE GETTING THE HANG OF A SITUATION…………… I could not think of leaving Mumbai because of my Puno. If I left Mumbai, in the present scenario it was impossible to take her along. Now I’d to divert the topic but with caution because I was dealing with to smart ladies and there was 1 more smart lady waiting somewhere. {You know who?} God, I was blessed with 3...
Now coming to the fourth part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or After a while she whispered that she needed to use the restroom. I got off her and laid on one side and she got up and went to the toilet nude with her bare ass swaying in the air. I was amazed at how she was comfortable being naked in the presence of a man because even after so many years of marriage and so many sessions of love making my wife never roamed nude in my...
Now coming to the third part of the story “Why Did You Break My heart.” If you like it send your comments to or or or She replied, “No, I want you to see my body. Remember you are the first person to touch me so intimately and there would be none other whom I would allow to touch me either. I also want to see my first man’s body.” That melted my heart and I wondered what it was exactly that such a beautiful nymph was so willingly surrendering her body to me. I slowly started rubbing her...
WHY NOT BY M.M . Three days ago, my boss simply forced me to go on a vacation; my companywas doing so well, none of us had more then two weeks of vacation in last twoyears. I wasn't complaining; I loved to work, especially since business wentso well. Fiona, my wife, she also worked, so, for the last three days I wasjust resting and hanging out with guys. Yesterday we had a farewell party forNick, down at the club we use to go. He was leaving for Europe for two years;he had to go to manage...
"Damn it, why did my dad have to ground me? I'm eighteen, and I should be able to send nude selfies if I want," I whined in a tone, lying on my bed. "Just because I still live under his roof, and he found out that I sent Ryan one nude selfie, he just grounds me? I feel more pissed off, and I can't get that horseshit off my mind. What the hell am I supposed to do, just stay in the house all day?"I didn't know what to do, but lay there for a little while, not doing a damn thing.I kept going...
TabooI went to a wedding yesterday and was struck not only by the change in the verbiage, though still recognizable as the text prescribed by traditional Baptist recitations, but so modernized as to give me cause for pause in contemplating marriage. The context presented was practical, and the vows that the couple made seemed as if they ought to be doable. The truth is that although they sounded reasonable enough, they left me with a disquieted feeling. I spent a lot of time trying to pay attention...
“Why in our bed?” I finally asked. Though I was still looking at Anna.“Power,” James answered.“In our bed?” I asked again.James noticed I wasn’t asking him. He looked at Anna.“In our bed!!!!” I was looking at my wife. She didn’t have an answer.I felt my heart pull, my chest tighten. I stood up and walked out the door. Once outside, I quickly found a secluded corner, hoping for some privacy. I curled into a ball and tried to hold my emotions back. I dug my nails into my palms, trying to ride...
Cheating[Disclaimer: Clark Kent, etc, are not my property and are used solely for noncommercial purposes.] Look! Up in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's... it's a darn good question. Why DOES Clark Kent disappear every time Supergirl appears? By Jillian Everest Comments appreciated at: JillianEverest -AT- hotmail -dot- com Clark Kent and Lois Lane were walking down the street, discussing their latest story. Clark was dressed in a nicely tailored, very conservative, dark suit. Lois...
Daniel could think of several reasons why he didn't want to go to Dr. Suspendo's Midnight Magic Show. His apartment needed cleaning. He hadn't been to the grocery store in over a week and was running low on food. Semester finals were coming up and he really should be hitting the books. There was an all-night marathon of Godzilla films playing on the classic film channel. Really, any of these excuses would have worked. The main reason that Daniel had no interest in watching a magic...
Why does a married woman decide to cheat? A woman who has a nice home, a loving husband and two nice kids. Why, after fifteen years of a satisfying marriage? I kept asking this as I read the PI's report and looked at the pictures included in it. Why? I kept asking in my mind and the only thing I could come up with was that she had a mental failure of some kind. Did she love him? They only met for sex according to the report. No woman in her right mind would do such anything to jeopardize all...