Juniper JonesChapter 2
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Juniper enjoyed Monday night so much she took a mental health day off from work on Tuesday and we spent most of the morning in bed. I called Mary Jane and asked her whether I could drop by on Wednesday morning to talk to her instead, and she raised no objection.
I hadn't been told that my talk with Juniper's mom was something I was supposed to keep a secret, but I kept it to myself anyway.
The Red Sox came in Tuesday night and thoroughly whipped our ass, 13-4. We were never in it, and once again our starting pitching was unreliable from the early innings.
I got two hits and drove in a run. Most of the regulars were hitting decently. If we had been getting any kind of pitching, I don't think the absence of our four-hundred-hitting first baseman would have been fatal to our prospects. But as it was, we were losing ground and seemingly dropping out of contention.
Sure, it was only mid-May and scarcely time to panic, but in recent years the Orioles and their fans had become accustomed to the return of the good times.
This didn't feel like the good old days.
Just after lunch Wednesday, while Juniper was at work, I called Mary Jane, verified that it was a good time to go out there, and drove to the Jones house.
She offered food, but I'd already had my lunch. I accepted the offer of fresh coffee, and she put on a pot.
As he had predicted, Franklin wasn't home when I arrived. I suspected his absence was deliberate. Whatever Mary Jane wanted to talk to me about, her husband regarded it as private. Or maybe he knew the story but felt the whole thing would go down better if he wasn't sitting there listening.
"Thanks for coming over," she said. "I guess Juniper doesn't even know you're here -- right?"
"That's right. I got the impression that's what you were ... expecting."
She seemed embarrassed. "Well, yes. I mean, I don't believe in keeping secrets from family members. Not usually, anyhow. But this is -- different. Franklin and I talked about it a lot in these past days, because Juniper has been behaving ... strangely. I mean, she's been behaving great, y'know? ... But, for her, it's been, it's seemed like, strange behavior."
I didn't say anything and the sound of the gurgling coffeemaker in the kitchen dominated.
"There are reasons why Juniper is ... the way she is," Mary Jane said. "They're not very pretty, but it doesn't take a PhD in psychology to see the connections."
More hesitation. Finally, she listened to the silence from the kitchen and said, "Let me go get the tray and the coffee."
"Why don't we just go out there and sit at the kitchen table and talk?" I suggested.
We did.
"Juniper was ... abused as a small child," she said. It came without preamble and she waited, probably expecting me to look shocked and appalled. I guess I was appalled, but to say I was shocked would be overstating it, because I'd already suspected something along these lines.
As Mary Jane had said, one didn't have to be a psychologist to read the situation. Early child abuse had been the most likely of causes for Juniper's behavioral aberrations -- if that wasn't too strong a word.
I kept reminding myself that to some degree, Juniper's defense of her own behavior -- that she was simply conducting her sexual life the way a man might -- had a modicum of merit. Who was I, after all, to impose standards on her?
Even her parents, I thought, had limited control over her behavior, and perhaps that's the way it should be. Juniper, after all, wasn't some teen-aged kid who'd fallen in with the wrong crowd. She was an adult with well-established patterns of behavior. Arguably, her behavior worked for her. She'd been making choices for herself for a long time -- evidently ever since back when she really had been that teen-aged kid.
But now Mary Jane was verifying what I had suspected. It wasn't that old "wrong crowd" cliché that had led Juniper astray.
It was a problem that had arisen right there in her own family.
Not all that unusual. Far too commonplace a problem, in fact -- if what the newspaper and magazine articles frequently suggested was really true.
"It was her father," Mary Jane continued. "Her real father. She was just a little girl then. The marriage was a complete mess almost from the start, and it was only a matter of time, I think, before Ross and I would have ended it for our own reasons.
"But when I found out ... what he'd been doing. Oh, God! I left him that same day! We were just -- gone, Juniper and I. I made damned sure he never so much as even saw her again, unless there were large men with guns in the immediate vicinity!"
"You said she was a little girl. How old was she?"
"When we left him -- her father -- she was eleven," Mary Jane said.
"Jesus."
"And it was ... serious. He had been having actual adult sex with her. Right there in our home! And it had been going on for awhile before I found out about it. The miserable son of a bitch! I wanted to kill him! I actually tried to! It was the worst kind of scene that you could imagine! He must have known I was bent on hitting him with anything I could get my hands on, because he got out of there, real quick.
"And while the bastard was running for his life, I got Juniper and me both out of there -- right then. That same goddamned day! I wasn't really thinking very clearly, but in retrospect, it was the smartest way to handle it. The only way, really."
"So nothing ever happened to him? No lawsuits, no jail?"
"Nothing except a quick divorce and me putting about five hundred miles between him and Juniper."
"Christ! What a story. And I can see what you're saying ... about the kinds of effects that had to have on her."
"We really had to struggle, after," Mary Jane said. "Financially, I mean. I didn't have any skills, and there wasn't anything coming in from Ross -- that was his name, Ross McCarty.
"But at the time, I thought -- it seemed like -- Juniper was ... fine. I mean, it was like she had weathered it, you know? And later, when Franklin came into our lives, well, I was afraid of how she might react to that -- to there being another man around. A black man at that.
"But she seemed fine. She was real positive about Franklin right from the start. So that encouraged me, and I starting thinking about how Franklin and I could, y'know, give her a good home together, and maybe she'd be okay."
There was another one of those pregnant pauses. Mary Jane got up and refreshed our coffee cups and then sat back down at the kitchen table.
"But things weren't okay," I prompted.
"No. The way it's been, Franklin got more heartache from us than he had bargained for. There wasn't much sign of anything wrong around the time we were dating or when we got married. But not too long after -- Juniper was around thirteen by then -- she started up."
"With boys?"
"With boys in school. With much older boys than her, mostly. And with grown men a few times. It was terrible, Travis. Shocking and ... and terrible."
"A lot of kids have to go through some kind of teenaged rebellion," I offered. "I mean, Juniper told me you were a kind of latter-day flower child yourself."
"It wasn't like that," Mary Jane said. "It wasn't a rebellion. It was just -- odd. Juniper was a model student, and around the house, she acted like a model daughter. And she got along great with Franklin, and they developed this sweet, easygoing relationship. It just seemed ideal in every way.
"Except at the same time, she had this other life going on, where she was having frequent sex at a ridiculously young age, and with multiple partners, and, and... inappropriate partners.
"Oh, Travis, it's been awful. And now she's older and a grown woman and all, and you'd think that would make it easier. But it doesn't. It's almost -- I don't know -- it's almost worse than when she was just this wild kid. Because now it's like she really ought to know better, and you'd think that experience ought to have taught her something -- changed her. Only it hasn't. It's like she's still thirteen, and she's still just giving herself away like a ... like a..."
Mary Jane was in tears now. As usual, I didn't know how to react, so I did nothing. Sometimes nothing is the best thing.
"Maybe she's starting to change," I finally offered.
"It does look like it, a little bit, doesn't it?" Mary Jane said, making eye contact that was attempting to force me to say something else to her. Something else that was encouraging.
"I don't know her well enough yet to really ... know anything," I said. "I mean, for the moment, I feel kind of encouraged, but it's not like something magic has happened."
"She treats you ... differently. From the others, Travis. When you were in California, she was behaving strangely."
Mary Jane laughed out loud at her own statement. " ... She was behaving strangely because she was behaving so... normally.
She was behaving the way a young woman would be if her boyfriend was out of town.
"Normal -- for her -- would have been to forget you existed as soon as you left town. Normal would have been to hook up with some other guy. A guy she knew or just ... a guy she ... found."
"There aren't any guarantees that this will continue," I warned. "And I've got to tell you, Mary Jane, I'm kind of a fair-weather guy on this. I'm not going to hang around and watch her fall off the wagon repeatedly, like a confirmed alcoholic.
"For me, this is something I want to take on -- this reclamation thing. But I really doubt my ability to get knocked down and then get up for more. It's important to me -- it's critical to me -- that Juniper really change. And right away, too!
"I'll try to be clear: I think I can forgive and forget just about anything she's done before now ... But if this thing has such a tight grip on her that she continues the same behavior in the future? I'm afraid I'll give up on her pretty fast. I'm sorry. But that's the way I feel about it. If you're looking for a hero who's gonna save your daughter, you got the wrong guy. I'm not him. I'm not interested."
Mary Jane was still crying, but it seemed to be just residual sniffling from the emotional catharsis of discussing her daughter with -- of all people -- her daughter's latest lover.
"I hope you'll help her, Travis. Since you came along I've gotten a new shot of ... hope. I've gotten where I really believe again that she can change, and for a long while, I'd lost that. That belief.
"Franklin and I, we've been together almost ten years. Last few years, we've just ... given up on Juniper. On her changing, I mean. It's easy for us to do. In so many ways, she's like a normal daughter. She even still lives with us!
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Wish Shift: Chapter Twenty Two The Sun Shines on My Face These things are good: ice cream and cake, a ride on a Harley, seeing monkeys in the trees, the rain on my tongue, and the sun shining on my face. These things are a drag: dust in my hair, holes in my shoes, no money in my pocket, and the sun shining on my face. -Rocky Dennis Year 1 A.S. Day 120 Jenny was slowly pulling apart a cinnamon roll. She had bought a package of them with her from home and was taking her...
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Discovered Ben looked at his watch. He couldn't wait for the day to be over and to finally get home. He'd had enough of school for this week and didn't want to waste another second in the classroom. Thankfully he didn't have too much longer to wait as five minutes later the bell sounded and he was on his way home. His friend Peter was waiting from him at the gate, as usual, and the two boys walked together towards their homes. "Glad that one is over with," Peter muttered as he took...
Let me tell you about the fascinating woman I met at the dog park the other day. She was sitting on a bench under an oak tree. Our dogs became fast friends and as they tore around the park chasing each other, I sat next to her. The first thing I noticed she was wearing the flag of a person who is receiving chemo, of course I mean the bandanna tied around her head. We talked about dogs and dog parks while we watched our pets. Her dog would play with mine, then suddenly stop, and come to her...
The irradiated waters felt cold against scales as I bathed in the radioactive lake. Though I was immune to the effects of radiation the waters always felt dirty and full of grime and impurities. Despite my best efforts to maintain good hygene, out here in the wastes you never stayed clean for long. Life was that much harder because of my traits.For I was half a man and dragon, I wouldent call myself a mutent but other than that, I dont know what I'd be called. Thier is a few bonuses to...
Skype Doug Takes Control of MeAfter meeting Doug (see my story in “Older guys team me after Gay Skype meet”) I had a hunch that we would see each other again though I made no plans to do so. A couple of days after our meeting he came to my home. I heard a knock at the door and there he stood. He claimed that he wanted to talk through some of the property planning issues I was helping him with and which led to our first meeting. I was very nervous of him turning up but he said he hoped he...
His phone echos through the house. He no longer dreams so he wakes instantly and moves unhurriedly down the hall to the kitchen. "Hello you," he says. He looks at the refrigerator. On it is an old yellowing clipping. It reads: "Deborah Andrews "Saturday, Sept 14, 1985 "Greenwood -- The funeral of Deborah Andrews, late of Oakland, California was held at Edwards Memorial Funeral Home in Greenwood, Friday, Sept 13, 1985. Followed by cremation and burial in the School St Cemetery as was...
Hi I am Jaisal. It is happened when i was in my second year Eng. I was staying in college hostel. My room mate was Rahul. Rahul was very attractive person and was with very nice perfect body ( which we see in the underwear advertisement) It was the random selection process made us into same room in second year. In few days itself, we were very good friends, even though we were not in same class, we used to go for food and go out for playing together. I noticed rahul from first year and had few...
Gay MaleI had to go out on Christmas Eve 2012 to get something that a friend needed, a pair of nylons. Everything in this Podunk shanty town was closed except the convenience stores, (and the fucking bars of course...) and they wanted way too much $$ and not one of them had silky sheer. I did get pulled over by a hot young stud cop with a cock bulging halfway down his left leg as I watched him walk toward my car. He was courteous and professional, and asked me for the required documentation, that I...
‘I’ll be back soon ladies,’ Lori said before whispering to Ashley, ‘Remember this is my house Ash, don’t let them get too crazy. I really don’t want to explain to Mark why there’s another guy’s cum on our furniture.’ ‘Ladies, Lori wants me to let you all know that she does not want John’s cum on her furniture,’ Ashley laughed, ‘Do you think we can manage to keep from spilling it while she is off playing hostess?’ ‘Do you mind if his cum is in me,’ Terry joked. Apparently Lori didn’t want to...
Mia stood in front of the mirror, admiring her new clothes. She wore a white blouse. At the shoulders and below her neck the thin fabric gave way to a floral pattern of fine lace giving a glimpse of skin. Over this was a sleeveless coat, deep blue and low cut, tied at the front with crosses of midnight blue ribbon. Her skirt matched the coat, flowing down to the tops of her soft leather ankle boots. The outfit was finely made, simple, but beyond anything she had ever owned before. Her hair...
Tall beauty Andi Rose is looking bright and beautiful in her sheer florescent green and pink lingerie that shows off every inch of her body before she even gets a chance to get naked! She loves how you admire her long legs; especially when she spreads them open wide so she can play with her pussy! Donnie is in heaven with this babe. Eating her out and making her just want to suck and fuck that hard cock of his. Andi has to give him a handjob first though stroking his shaft up and down slowly...
xmoviesforyouMy sincerest apologies for taking so long. It’s getting harder and harder to find time to write these days, but I’ve got lots more stories to tell, and since I’ve met with such a positive reception here, I don’t see any reason to quit now! Also – I double-checked to make sure all the italics code was entered properly; sorry about that in the last chapter; total accident. As always, constructive criticism is welcome. Enjoy. Sunday There was a long, terrible silence. Minda was huddled...
They hurried back to Charing Cross, caught the next train to Westmouth and sat next to each other, kissing and fondling. Jake marvelled at how smooth Emma’s legs were. Her breasts felt good too—even through her blouse. Jake had left his car at the station car park. He jumped in the driver’s seat and started the engine before Emma had even gotten her seat belt on. As he backed out of the parking space, she put her hand on his leg and purred, “How far is your apartment?” “On the edge of town....