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When he got dressed Chuck went downstairs and found Sara in the kitchen. Over a cup of coffee he told her about his father’s letter, leaving out Craig’s references to the murders he had committed. When she asked what he would like for breakfast he said, “I’m going to IHOP, I’ll have breakfast there. I need some time alone to think about where my life might be going.” When she questioned him further he said, “I need to figure out the best way for me to make amends to Claire ... to see if there is any hope for us ... and try my best to see if I can become Stacy’s father.”
The series of events that unfolded over the next twelve years started with two phone calls, both from the same IHOP, first to Claire Moore then to Claire Claridge. The first was from Lance Claridge when he called to inquire about the room. The second was from Chuck Moore. Neither Chuck, Clair nor Stacy could have imagined that this blue roofed pancake house would be the spot where four lives would be altered so completely.
It was here twelve years ago, just after he had made the phone call to Claire where they spent the next three hours discussing their relationship. During that conversation he offered abject apologies for misunderstanding the circumstances of the life Claire had led from the time she was a child. And it was here where he told Claire that he accepted the fact that Stacy—their daughter—was indeed his own child rather than his father-in-law’s.
He repeatedly asked if there was any way they could work on repairing the damage that he had inflicted. He remembered how Claire, being overwhelmed by his remorse, finally said, “It’s just too late for you and me Chuck. The hostility that has existed within our marriage coupled with your rejection of our daughter has long ago extinguished the spark that existed between us. I have fallen in love with Lance Claridge. He who accepts me unconditionally, warts and all. We both want to get married.”
Realizing how wide he had dug the gap in their relationship he felt relief at what she expressed as the hopelessness of reconciliation. He doubted that either of them would have had the stamina needed to fill the breach. Stacy though was a different subject.
For years, having been convinced that Stacy was Stu Barr’s daughter, he barely tolerated her existence. He never told anybody that he had been convinced by a relative that she wasn’t his daughter. Having found out differently from his deceased father’s letter, the penance needed to win Stacy’s trust seemed daunting.
“How can I make amends to Stacy?” he asked of Claire.
Through a rueful smile she said, “You’ve lost so many years Chuck; really important years. You’re still a young man though; you’re only thirty-seven. Stacy’s eighteen. Actually, she’s probably more like thirty.” She closed her eyes trying to imagine what it might take. Exhaling a sniff of regret she said, “I don’t think you understand or might ever understand that Stacy, like me, is not a normal female.”
“My mother told me all about that yesterday,” he said. “She gave me a letter my father wrote before he left for Afghanistan ... to save my life.” (Giving a rueful shake of his head) “He was explicit in detailing the circumstances between Mom and her father ... equally so about you and your father, as well as Stacy and her grandfather.”
“Your mother and I are really good friends,” she said, “birds of a feather Chuck.” She gave a naughty chuckle. “She told me about your time in the car, tsk, tsk. We had some wild times in on that overlook, didn’t we?”
“Yeah,” Chuck said, a rueful shadow crossing his blushing face. “Mom told you about everything?”
With a wry smile she reaching out and gave his face an affectionate touch. “When one has gone through what Marvella, Stacy and I have, honesty is pretty easy. We don’t have any problem with it no matter how brutal. And embarrassment about sexual matters just doesn’t seem to be in our DNA. With a knowing smirk she said, “And I bet she was pretty good.”
He rolled his eyes and blushed, turning bright red. God, it must be nice to be so naïve she thought. “Like I said Chuck, Stacy and I are not your normal women, neither is your mother.” A wisp of a smile crossed her lips. “It may be embarrassing for you but from early childhood, because of our fathers, sex has just been a way of life for the three of us.”
Clearing his throat he asked, “When Stacy was born Claire, were you convinced that she was my child?”
“I can’t blame you for accepting the story from whoever it was that told you Stacy was Daddy’s child,” she said. “When she was born I had hopes that she was yours; there was a fifty/fifty chance, ya know? Within a few months though I was sure she was ours—yours and mine; it was more than intuition.”
Absently caressing her estranged husband’s hand she went on, “I just didn’t know how to go about convincing you, you were such a straight arrow.” Casting a crooked smile she added, “still are.”
“I wish I could have told you about my relationship with Daddy when we met,” Claire said. “But I had to do it that way. I couldn’t take the chance of losing the only stable male person I had ever met.”
Chuck arched an eyebrow and asked, “Did you know that my dad killed him?”
Not as surprised at the news as Chuck thought she would be she snorted then sucked air back in through her nostrils and asked, “Daddy?” He nodded.
With an understanding but rueful shake of her head she said, “Had I known it when it happened I might have turned your father in to the police. Daddy was a pervert but, as strange as it might seem, I loved him and loved his perversions. I needed them. I was so confused at the time. I was in denial that Daddy and Earline were abusing Stacy the same way they did me. I didn’t really know it until a couple of weeks ago. Your father told me. He knew that he would be dead before any law could catch up to him.” With a resigned shake of the head she asked, “And you know what? He hugged me and cried when he told me.”
“I was so blind about Daddy. He was really an evil man. Your father had written a long letter to your mother before he left for Afghanistan. I guess he knew that, one way or the other he was on his way to meet his maker and need to go to confession. Marvella read most of the letter to me. He killed your grandfather too.”
Sighing she said, “As painful as life has been Chuck I finally take comfort in knowing that someone like your dad was there to mete out justice—no matter how much I would have hated him at the time, or how much society condemns that kind of justice.”
Chuck asked, “Did my mom tell you that Dad ran tests that gave inconclusive proof that Stacy is my child after all?”
“Yes, “she said, her gaze fixed in his, “neither of them mentioned that Marvella (Charles’ mother) had filched a pair of Stacy’s dirty panties from the clothes hamper which Craig had tested. Your mom told me that too.”
Nothing was said in Chuck’s father’s letter about the evidence of another man’s semen being soaked in the panel of the panties. Claire thought about that. Since Lance had moved into the house he had been masturbating in either Stacy’s or her panties on an almost daily basis. Chuckling inwardly she thought, my husband-to-be marks his territory like an alpha male wolf. But there’s no reason for Chuck to know about such things; he just wouldn’t understand.
“I have so much to make amends for Claire. Do you have any suggestions about how I should deal with Stacy?”
“For you and Stacy, you mean?”
Gazing into her eyes with such imploring intent he sandwiched her right hand tightly between his and said, “Unless you’ve had a change of heart in the last few minutes I realize that it’s finished between us. I’m so sorry Claire.”
She placed her hand on top of the sandwich and shook it. With a tender smile curling her lips she said, “The funny thing is that I still love you Chuck.” She shrugged. “It’s just that there’s no passion in it.”
“I know,” he sighed, “But do you think there might be a chance with Stacy?”
“I don’t know too many daughters who don’t fantasize about their Daddy. Whether their fathers are in the picture or not or whether they have been tender or harsh or neglectful. Daddy is always stuck in a daughter’s mind. Stacy’s no different. But she’s been so badly hurt by life Chuck, and particularly by you. It’s going to take a consistent, loving effort from you to get any kind of a foothold of trust.”
“How do you think I should begin babe?”
“She’s at home getting ready to go to Boulder, to go to college. I suggest that you take a half hour or so, go for a walk to get the numbness out of your butt then come back here. I’ll send her in out in thirty minutes or so. Just start from the beginning Chuck. She doesn’t know the reason you have ignored her all these years. Perhaps it would have been easier if she did. But I wouldn’t try to break that news anytime soon. You’ll just have to play it by ear hon.” He nodded. “I have to warn you though, as she gets to know your intentions uh...” She paused, uneasy about how her naïve husband would take what she was going to say. “Stacy is going to come on to you sexually.”
He remembered the times when Stacy was growing up, when she put her head in his lap and purposely rubbed her cheek on his cock. Each time it happened he pushed her away and scolded her. Each time he was angry with himself for getting sexually aroused. He blushed as he thought about his mother going down on him in the car yesterday. How can I be caught in such a fucking spider web?
His shocked reaction angered her. “For Christ sake Chuck, grow up. Daddy made certain that sex became necessary in my life to please him. He did the same to Stacy. You have to accept the way it is and deal with it. I just hope to God that you don’t hurt that girl any further.”
The painful look on her husband’s face caused remorse. “I’m sorry Chuck; it’s just been so hard. Above everything I know, despite what we have gone through in our marriage, you’re an honorable man. That’s why I chose you in the first place. I know you’ll do your best for her. But please try to understand, we’re different. Now get out of here for a while so I can talk with Stacy.”
As he was walking he remembered how often he had pushed his little daughter away. He could have handled things more kindly like, when she would walk around the house, or watch TV, her hand absently playing with her pussy, he was harsh when he scolded her. He didn’t know at the time that she was a sexually centered child and was only fondling that special place she had been taught was attractive to men.
As the IHOP came into view he saw Stacy pacing outside the door. For the first time he realized what a truly beautiful woman she was becoming. Much to his dismay her hot female form, coupled with what Claire had been telling him about her, triggered an erection in his fickle organ. When he was aware of it he slowed his walk, trying to make his engorged member recede.
As he approached he could see how nervous she was. He smiled. She lowered her head. He opened his arms in a conciliatory manner but she turned away. “Stacy,” he said, “I don’t expect that you like me very much. But...”
As she looked down and away her response was firm but barely audible. “I hate you, you sonofabitch.”
“I can understand why you’re saying that Stace, I’ve failed you as a father. I-I don’t know how I’m ever going to make up it to you.” He was lost. “Um we can stand out here and talk, we can go inside and have a cup of coffee; or lunch; or maybe we could go for a walk.”
Moving past him she said, “A walk.”
Her tight shorts enhanced her well defined bottom and her breasts filled her pink T-top, the back of which was brushed by her swaying ponytail as she walked. On her feet were pink tennis shoes—no socks. When she realized Charles had not followed she turned. She knew the look which she loved from other males. But from her father it just pissed her off. “And just what the hell are you looking at?”
Stung by the rebuke he walked faster to the girl who seemed to be running away. She turned and fixed him with a killing stare. Their eyes locked. She refused to look away.
“I have so much to apologize for Stacy,” he said.
The girl’s eyes didn’t move. Her countenance was frozen in a hateful glare, tears welling. Suddenly her fists were beating his chest. “Why,” she gasped, “why, why, why?”
He tried to embrace her but she pushed herself away, standing with her fists clenched as if she were going to start swinging. “Grandpa Barr loved me, Grandpa Moore loved me and Lance loves me. Why is it that my own father can’t love me?”
She made it about fifty yards nearly on the run before stopping. Leaning forward against a tree she laid her head on her arms and her body quaked with sobs.
Jesus he thought breaking into a trot, how am I going to make this work? The ravages of failure wrenched at his heart. As put his hand on her shoulder the girl’s body stiffened.
“Stacy,” he said, “I’ve failed you as a father. I’m so ashamed. You have every right to feel the way you do about me. But from now on I will do everything in my power to make up for the way I have ignored you and neglected you.”
She started walking. He caught up and walked beside her. They moved forward for close to a hundred yards in silence. “Stacy,” Chuck said, “If you don’t want me to be here we can walk back to the IHOP and you can go home.” The girl said something that he couldn’t make out. “What did you say,” he asked?
She repeated it just loudly enough for him to hear. “I’ve wanted to be with you like this since I was a little girl.”
For Stacy this was unknown territory. She had learned to control males by asserting her sexuality, by making herself available to men’s cravings. To most males she was like catnip to an aggressive tom. But since childhood her father had rejected her; she never understood why. She had tried to offer him what other men craved, what her grandfather had taught her was her special gift. But her father just scolded her and pushed her away, then ignored her. Now he was trying to make amends. She didn’t know how to deal with her confusion.
“No one can change the past Stacy,” her father said, “I can only tell you that the future will be different. I promise that I will do everything in my power to show you that I’ll treat you the way you should be treated. From the depth of my soul I want to be a good and loving father to you.”
Fine, she thought unkindly, I’m a grown woman and you want to be my daddy.
IHOP was within sight. “Maybe we should just sleep on it and have breakfast in the morning. I’ll pick you up; okay?”
She didn’t answer. As they neared the parking lot she shyly reached out and touched his hand. When he took it she started to jerk it away but relented. He took it and they walked hand in hand toward her car. Opening the door for her he asked, “Will you have breakfast with me in the morning?” She looked sideways at him and nodded. “Eight o’clock?” Nodding again she got into the car.
He and his wife of eleven and a half years had been coming here every year for the last ten to meet Claire (his ex-wife) and her husband Lance Claridge. This unusual relationship started as a joke that developed into a tradition. When Laura and Charles Moore came to town they would eat breakfast then place a phone call to the Claridge’s and would be invited to Lance and Claire’s house—his old house—to spend the weekend, sometimes the week. They were not only best friends they were family.
Chuck and Laura came to Denver twice a year, once just he and Laura as a couple and once with their three children, Emmi (13), Craig (10) and Sam (7). The Claridges visited them in Whitefish, Montana twice a year: skiing in the winter—in the summer—visits to Glacier National Park and the annual Fourth of July celebration at the lake.
Chuck Moore began re-establishing his relationship with his daughter: breakfast the next morning, a drive on Sunday, on Monday going with Claire to take Stacy to Boulder and help getting her established in her new dorm. He realized how much he had missed taking part in her childhood, so many wasted years. Out of the nest now she would meet somebody along the way and start her own life and family. He was desperate to make up the years he had wasted when his daughter was growing up. Now it all seemed so impossible.
Despite their failed marriage, for the first time in years, Chuck and Claire were acting like good friends. In the short time since his epiphany she had been trying to grease the skids of the difficult situation that might help reestablish a relationship between the estranged father and daughter.
At the point of her second year in college while Stacy was still not cuddly with her father, they were at least more at ease with one another. After getting her settled into the dorm they all went to an Italian restaurant. It was there where things became tense.
While they were eating a girl they had seen at the dorm walked in with a gray haired man. The girl, though college age, looked quite young. When they walked into the restaurant the man’s arm was draped over her shoulders. Both Claire and Stacy noticed when he dropped his arm behind the girl’s back and patted her bottom. The way he did it triggered thoughts in both of their minds that begged for more than a prolonged glance. Mother and daughter exchanged raised eyebrows. The expression was caught by a questioning father. Chuck hadn’t seen the man fondling the girl’s behind. At the women’s reaction he asked, “What?”
“Nothing,” Claire said, looking out of the corner of her eye at Stacy who was doing the same thing to her.
Charles looked at Claire who wouldn’t accept his gaze. He looked at Stacy who was looking down and to the side. He looked again at the man and the girl who had then been seated in a booth sitting side by side. The man dipped a piece of bread into a plate of olive oil and fed it to the girl. She ate the bread then took the man’s hand and licked olive oil from his finger, sucking it in and out between her lips. The meaning was clear.
As Chuck’s face clouded he said, “I have to go to the men’s room.”
As he walked by the table where the man and girl sat he noticed the girl’s hand under the table cloth. The man, with a pleased countenance, was wiggling. Chuck knew that the girl was giving him a hand job. In the restroom he went into a stall and closed the door. The only thing that entered his mind was Stu Barr, Claire’s father and Stacy’s grandfather, sitting in a similar booth with Stacy, her hand wrapped around the old man’s cock.
When he came back to the table he could see the Stacy was troubled. “Chuck,” Claire said, “I’m gonna stay at the dorm tonight with Stacy. You can go back to Denver by yourself ok? I’ll take a bus back in the morning.”
“I have to go to the restroom,” Stacy said.
When she got out of earshot Claire said, “I’m sorry Chuck that scene over there is just bringing back some rather intense feelings.”
“I understand,” he said. But he didn’t. He really couldn’t.
“You don’t understand at all my love,” she said. But I know how upset you were with that man and his daughter. Stacy picked up on it too. I’ve decided to tell her the real reason why you have treated her the way you did when she was growing up.”
“I thought you said you wouldn’t.”
“I did say that. But that was two years ago.” Patting his hand she said “This is a ‘strike while the iron is hot’ kind of thing. Stacy is having an incident Chuck and needs to be shocked into reality. There may never be a better opportunity to answer questions that have never been answered for Stacy. You’ll just have to trust me on this. Hopefully it might be a bridge to clear up a major problem for her. Just maybe you’ll be the beneficiary.”
It was early the next Monday when his phone rang. “Daddy,” the voice on the other end said, “Will you come down for the weekend? I have to talk with you.”
During his drive to Boulder on Friday afternoon he remembered Claire saying, “And I have to warn you, as she gets to know your intentions uh; Stacy is going to come on to you sexually.” He wasn’t ready to believe she would. But he couldn’t forget the times when Stacy was a child, when she would try to touch his penis with her hands ... or when she laid her head in his lap when he was watching TV and rubbed her cheek on it. Always pushing her away he was nonetheless filled with shame as he almost always got an erection as a result.
The anticipation of going to Boulder for the weekend filled him with a perplexing sense of anxiety. He had been alone with Stacy before but never for more than a couple hours. Now he was looking at a full weekend. He felt out of place when he picked her up at her dorm but he was buoyed by the energy and enthusiasm of the students on campus and in the town of Boulder.
There had been no coed dorms when he had gone to college and he found this aspect of modern education curious, imagining a free reign of sex taking place on a continuing basis. He wondered if his daughter was involved in it. Of course she is you asshole. Why wouldn’t she be?
As a father it shouldn’t have been difficult to spend time alone with his daughter. However, he had been absent without leave as a parent during her formative years, virtually ignoring her. For the last couple of years he had been working on reconciliation but, not convinced that he wouldn’t abandon her again, she was still withdrawn. Conversation between them never flowed the way he would have liked. During that weekend the first night at dinner he said “I have to tell you Stacy, I find it uh, different walking into a coed dormitory.”
Her laugh was not derisive, merely curious. “Sounds like you lived in the stone age Daddy. How did you ever meet Mom?” As close as she had been with her mother in the shared experiences with Stu Barr and others, Chuck thought his daughter would know a lot more about her mother and him.
“It was in high school. I was kind of a nerd. I loved your mother from afar but was too shy to do anything about it. She was a very popular girl—like you in so many ways.”
Stacy’s voice was laced with sarcasm when she said, “I’m surprised you noticed.”
Wincing at her comment he replied, “I had that coming Stacy. There are so many things I have to make up for. No matter what I do or say maybe you’ll never forgive me. I can’t blame you. All I can do now is try to prove that my behavior is based strictly on my love for you and my desire to make things better.”
“I’m sorry Daddy, you were saying?”
“Your mom pushed the issue. She actually asked me to take her out. I didn’t know why but I was thrilled.”
“She told me she trusted you more than any boy she ever met.” Stacy said, “ ... that she wanted to have your baby. Then,” rolling her eyes, her face clouded, “she got pregnant with me”
There was no way he could avoid contention. And there was no way with Stacy that he could gloss things over and get away with it. If he wanted to regain her trust he had to be absolutely honest with her. But it was still hard for him to relate to her as an adult. Touching her hand he captured her eyes and said, “I was so much in love with your mom Stacy that I never thought of not marrying her. And when you were born, I was a kid with a new toy.”
The previous weekend she had heard the entire story from her mother but wanted to hear it from Chuck. “So what happened to change your mind?”
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