GND 30Chapter 2
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Wednesday was another very pleasant evening. The weather was typical California spring sunshine, and with Helga aware I had a date and screening my calls, I’d gotten out of the office early enough to beat the rush.
There weren’t a whole load of people around at Corriganville, and the three dogs enjoyed being let off their leashes. I was amazed at how quickly Max had taken to Kara and Tara; although I’d carefully socialized him and we’d faithfully attended the training classes, he exceeded my expectations in accepting other dogs as playmates rather than potential enemies. Perhaps he just wasn’t aggressive after losing his nuts. Oh, he’d play chase after his new friends, and follow them to see what doggie delight they were sniffing out, but it was as one of the pack, not a rival. Play, not aggression. For an ‘only’ dog, he was doing okay.
Mel invited me to join her again at the quiet bar in Simi Valley for food and a drink; a suggestion I instantly accepted. We were greeted with a broad white-toothed smile of recognition by the waitress. Once we’d ordered, my date grinned relaxedly at me across the table as we sipped our glasses of wine. “Soooo, Mike, exactly how house-trained are you?”
I chuckled at the way she phrased that. The interrogation looked like it was going to be much less formal than the Interview when we’d been here last. “If I tell you that I’m better behaved than Max, you’re not going to accept that as an answer, are you?”
She tilted her head as she pretended to consider my plea, then hit me with a straight “Nope.” She even managed to control the slight quiver on her lips.
“Okay. Unlike Max, I can cook, wash dishes, launder clothes, vacuum and polish, clean up after myself AND put clothes away in closets and drawers.”
“Ironing?”
“Yup.”
“Lid up or down?”
I grinned. “Down, but ... you really need to know the back story or you’ll be thinking I’m just too perfect. We had a dog when I was a kid; one day he was thirsty and his water bowl was empty, so he put his head in the toilet bowl. Mom had one of those fragrant block things in baskets on the edge of the bowl; Sam licked it after he had drunk some water, didn’t enjoy the taste, and made a mess all over the bathroom floor. Not good. We all got very consistent at keeping the lid down after that.”
Mel grimaced at the thought. “Gross, but I can understand why you’d quickly get into the habit without needing remedial training. My mom never did get my brother to learn. He took after Dad, reckoned tidiness around the house was highly suspect in a real working class man. Any other childhood misdemeanors I should know about?”
“You got a week or three to spare? Are you sitting real comfortably?”
That got me a laugh. “Maybe we can get high one weekend and swap boasting stories. I’d bet that I can tell bigger lies than you can. You ever fished?”
“Not seriously. Dad and I tried it out when I was around six, but it didn’t do a lot for us. Maybe I was too young and didn’t have the patience to sit still and quiet for that long.”
“My dad used to take me sometimes, before he ran out on us, and I met a few of his fishing buddies and heard their tales. You don’t stand a chance!”
I held up my hands in mock surrender. “If you’ve been trained by a fisherman, then it’s gonna be no contest!”
She giggled, then put her glass down on the table. “Mike, there’s something else I wanted to ask you, a more serious question. Do you mind?”
“Of course not. Shoot.”
“Mike, I was talking to a girl I know on set today, and she’s just gotten together with a divorced guy who has two kids, so she’ll be their step-mom if it gets any more serious. She likes them so far, but deep down, she’s not at all sure about getting a ready-made family, and she shared her concerns with me. Like you, I’m single with no children, but I do want to have kids of my own. I decided from the start of signing up with this agency to only date childless single guys, which cut down the number of possibles one heck of a lot. Out of interest, did you meet up with anyone with kids yet?”
I smiled as I remembered my own internal discussion on this very subject. “No, and to be completely honest with you, I hadn’t even thought about the single moms or divorcees with kids who might be on the site, up until a few replied to me. I’ve never gone out with a lady who had children. I just assumed that there would be a whole lot of single ladies in the same position as me, not yet found the right person. I guess I was torn when I did get some replies; there seemed to be some very nice moms, but I don’t know how I’d handle being a stepfather.” I paused for a moment. I knew I was being unconsciously judgmental about single mothers, but ... oh hell, I hadn’t made my mind up quite yet. “I thought about that ready-made family thing, and ... I just don’t know. I guess I also want to get to know someone more thoroughly than I could if we have to work around babysitters. So, no, I haven’t dated anyone with kids yet, and I’m not sure how best to tackle it.” I paused, and had another awful thought, “I mean, what would I do if I really fell for a lady who’d already had her tubes tied, so I’d never father a child myself? That would be one heck of a difficult choice for me to make.”
She was nodding her head slowly in agreement as I expounded my thoughts. “Yeah, I know instinctively that I want to be a mother to my own kids instead of a stepmother to someone else’s. Don’t want to look after a child all week and then he goes off to his real mom for the weekend, gets spoiled rotten, and I have to pick up the pieces every Monday. Like you, I hadn’t thought that one through until I was faced with the choice. Damn, what you just said, I hadn’t considered that either – what if I find a great guy but he’s had a vasectomy that can’t be reversed? Jeez! This is so fricking difficult.”
We were both silent for a while. Damn, it had suddenly gotten serious again, just when we were loosening up. That reference to her finding a great guy hurt a little; I guess that I was already half in love with this woman – I wanted that ‘great guy’ to be me. From what I’d seen of her so far, I wanted my chance to win her for my own, and I most certainly didn’t want her to be getting close to other guys before I’d made my pitch. It did concern me that she might have asked because she was considering dating someone else who had kids. I hoped that I was wrong and that she was only bringing up the subject because she’d been talking to that girl that morning; I certainly hadn’t been looking at any more dating profiles since I’d met Mel, and I hoped that she hadn’t either.
On the other hand, at least she was living up to her promise of being up front and honest.
Then she startled me with a sudden “So, Mike, what’s your greatest fault?”
Oh boy. I hadn’t been asked THAT question since we’d done some practice job interviews with the faculty at college. Back then, I’d admitted to impetuosity. I knew that was no longer the case; if anything, I’d become too careful, too staid, too prone to considering the possible consequences. I told her that, and she probed a little. I thought aloud, “I guess I’m in danger of becoming an old man before my time. Too many years of all work and not a whole lot of play. Sometimes I feel I’m in my twenties, sometimes I’m so risk-averse that I might as well be in my fifties. Mom said at Thanksgiving that playing with the kids was good for me, making me human again. That was kinda a wake-up call.”
She was about to respond when our food order arrived. We were both quiet for a while as we ate. I know I was thinking that this whole finding a soulmate was a sight more complicated than it had originally seemed. I was pretty sure that her mind was running along similar lines. She broke the silence with a cheeky grin, “Mike, you’re getting behind on the tacos.”
I grabbed two together and put them on my plate, which gained me a chuckle. “That’s cheating!”
Our immediate hunger broken, she took a long sip of her wine. “Mike, thinking about what you just said, I can understand where your Mom was coming from. I’ve seen the fun side of you, so I know it’s there. Don’t take this the wrong way, but ... you can seem a little too serious, not quite preachy, but maybe a tad earnest at times? I’m not saying that’s a bad thing; heaven knows I could do with a responsible adult in my life, but ... How about a little mutual silliness? Friday ... There’s a screening of ‘Fort Apache’ on. It was filmed at Corriganville, but you probably already know that. I’ve never watched it on the big screen, as it should be seen. Interested?”
Just before I got into bed, I logged in to the app again and messaged her ‘sleep well’, she quickly replied ‘and you’. Actually, I didn’t get to sleep for a while; I was trying to pin down the word that best described how I felt. I’d almost given up going through my vocabulary when it came to me. I’d felt completely at ease with Mel, immediately comfortable with someone I’d only just met. It wasn’t a sudden infatuation or mere lust, it was something deeper than that. A natural closeness. That...
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Thursday morning, Helga was already talking on her phone as I walked past her desk in the outer office. Her eyebrows raised in question as she saw me, and I gave her a ‘thumbs up’, which she returned. Of course she came in with my coffee a few minutes later, demanding more detail; I told her that it was going well and we had a movie date the next evening. “Don’t forget to call her tonight just to keep in touch!” “Don’t worry, Mom, I’ll do that just as soon as Max has had his supper.” Helga...
I told Mel the – slightly edited – story of Helga’s flowers when I called her at nine o’clock that evening; she giggled and responded that she too very much liked receiving bouquets. I chuckled and explained that I needed to see her in person to make that happen, and ... when would suit her? As she was leaving for her Vegas convention early Thursday, Tuesday – or tomorrow – was the only way to go. She complained that she was scheduled to be filming out in Ventura all day, and probably...
Saturday, Max and I were planning to be up and about early, ready to start cleaning the place up for our guests. Just not quite as early as actually happened... When I woke at about five, I just knew I wouldn’t get back to sleep again. My stomach was doing those little nervous twitches, like I was sixteen again and going on my very first date. Okay, actually it DID feel like finally scoring a first date with a girl I’d crushed on without success; except that I already had feelings for Mel,...
A very, very long pause. Seemed like Mel had said all she wanted to say, and I wasn’t yet up to responding. Heck, I wasn’t up to understanding the words that were still ringing in my ears. While my brain slowly processed what I’d just heard, the universe seemed to stop revolving. It was a whole lot more than a mental ‘Wait! What did she say?’ It was more: Jesus H Christ! Had she really just said those things? Fuck! Had she actually DONE all those things? TEN YEARS? I eventually exhaled....
I began cyber-stalking Mel the moment I got back into my home office. Google is indeed your friend if you want to stalk. Actually, it was genuinely frightening how easy it was, and I was pretty much a first-timer at this game. Jeez, these algorithms REALLY give me the creeps sometimes. I’m not at all a fan of big government, and I’m even less thrilled at private corporations knowing and anticipating my every move, which is why you won’t find me on social media. Heck, some of this targeted...
(This chapter has been shortened and reposted – I added way too much to it AFTER my editor had read it. Hope it reads a little easier now.) Before I started on counting up the points in Mel’s favor, I called her, just to check up how she was doing. She picked up quickly, but sounding wary, as if she was expecting that this would be the call to dump her, anticipating hurtful words. I promised her that I would make no rush decisions, and that I’d meet her face to face real soon to tell her...
Wednesday morning, after I’d returned a couple of ‘urgent’ calls to get them out of the way, I checked my office door was fully closed so Helga couldn’t hear me, and speed-dialed Mel. She’d told me when I checked in with her the night before that she was doing some post-production work that day, so I knew she’d have her phone switched on and be able to answer. It was time to simplify things. I’d pondered and I’d considered and I’d reflected and I’d evaluated – you get the picture – and I’d...
I’d intended and planned to get away from the office right on time if not earlier; as you’d expect when it was so important to me, I received a phone call that I HAD to take, just as I was closing down my computer for the night. One of the Board members with a ‘suggestion’. You know the military saying, that there’s nothing more dangerous than a new butter bar second lieutenant with a map? Board members with spontaneous ‘ideas’ are damn nearly as great a hazard. And, what’s worse, I can’t...
Well, the palpable joy of Mel resting in my arms sure answered the question “Do I feel better with this lady in my life?“ with a resounding ‘yes!’. Now it was a matter of seeing how we could make this thing work. It wasn’t a foregone conclusion, by any means, but I knew I felt attraction, not repulsion. Bad things had been done TO her, not BY her. She stirred after a short while and smiled up at me as she realized she was still being held close. I kissed her forehead gently. “You okay,...
Mel’s little SUV was not on my driveway when I got home, which was disappointing, to say the least. I’d been anticipating its presence all day. She finally arrived an hour after I did, looking stressed and drawn. That was worrying, but she quickly reassured me that it had nothing to do with me; she’d just had a really bad day at work. I was very glad to see her. Not only because she was back with us, but also because I needed the distraction. After being welcomed home by three dogs, which...
My drive down to Malibu was fine, just beating the Friday exodus rush. Fine, not pleasant; the sheer volume of traffic in Los Angeles County has pretty much killed any joy of being behind the wheel on most highways – it’s only when you get onto the less-traveled roads that you can get to appreciate them. Some of the canyon runs can be awesome at the right time of day. In the urban areas, though, there never is a right time of day. And don’t forget the tourists, in rental cars, who don’t have...
One thing I was absolutely NOT intending to do was fall asleep on Mel. The night was still young, and I’d promised to do her doggie. And hopefully more than once. We’d gotten to know one another pretty well before becoming intimate; I very much liked what I’d seen of her character, and it seemed she hadn’t been too badly repulsed by mine. Our first bout seemed to have made her happy, and I was intending to repeat that lesson. Mel got a truly wicked grin on her face when she put her hand...
It was only a small cove on the shoreline, with big rocks at both ends. Which is probably what had saved it so far from over-development or amalgamation into one of the other beaches. There were maybe a dozen other people around, from the other two beach houses, no casual visitors. We strolled slowly hand-in-hand along the shore, pausing often so the dogs could investigate something, just enjoying being together. Mel looked really good in a bikini; this one was a very modest style. I’d seen...
We were both a sticky mess below the waist, and sweaty all over, so a shower was an essential next step. Being California, and economy with water being a habit, we took it together. I asked Mel if I could wash her hair; she seemed a little startled that I’d actually want to do that, but happily agreed when I reassured her that it would absolutely be a pleasure. There’s a real intimacy to washing someone else’s hair. No, I’m not talking about at the salon, where it’s part of the assembly...
We went for the option of sleeping at Mel’s place that night; she’d quickly made clear that she was desperate to finally welcome me to her own space. I drove home to grab a few things, and then retraced my steps as far as Woodland Hills, stopping at a convenience store to fill the short list she’d texted me once she’d had a chance to look in her own fridge. I immediately saw a bit of the darker side of fame; my arrival in her driveway was greeted by a harsh glare of security floodlights,...
Thursday after work I met Mel in town for a big-screen showing of ‘The Blue Dahlia‘, the 1946 George Marshall / Raymond Chandler thriller, with Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake. We both enjoyed the movie, but I had to agree with Mel’s opinion that they’d been much better together in “The Glass Key”. Their on-screen chemistry wasn’t quite as fresh and intense this time – probably not helped by the uncertainty caused by Chandler still not having completed the script when shooting was well under...
As I was accompanying Mel to the movie shoot in the morning, she’d insisted Max and I spend Friday night at her place. I have to admit that I was not entirely confident about the coming day; over the years, I’d been taught, or had learned, how to behave ‘properly’ in a wide variety of social situations, but assisting my girlfriend at a porno shoot had NOT been one of them. Not even at college when, under the guidance of our professors, we’d role-played potential stressful situations we might...
Monday morning, Max and I left the girls’ place at six so I could drop him home and get to work almost on time. The extra distance from Woodland Hills added maybe twenty minutes to my commute; had I left it any later to get away, that could easily have been another hour. The traffic was beginning to back up for rush hour as I reached the hospital’s parking structure. Helga was already at her desk, eager to hear ALL the details of exactly what happened at a porno shoot. There was no way we...
The next couple of weeks turned out to be rather more eventful than I was expecting. Oh, they started off with our relationship continuing to build steadily, but then we took quite the sudden jump forward. I’ll get on to that in a moment. Saturday, Mel was working camera with Judy on a ‘normal’ commercial TV advertising shoot – Judy is fully aware that her income from making porn is at the whim of the studios and their fickle money men, so she takes most any kind of film-making commission,...
We ate – no, devoured – a belated pot-luck supper, washed down with a bottle of wine. Having missed lunch and engaged in some strenuous physical activity, we were both ravenous by the time we got to examining the contents of her fridge. And then it was back to bed, both still fired up from our lust-fueled session on the pool table. Sunday morning, I woke first, reluctantly disentangled myself from Mel’s soft warm naked body, hit the bathroom and then the kitchen. Task number one, fill...
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As we’d expected, Mom was already up and about with the kids when we entered the house; they were early risers, and she was just starting them on their breakfast. I could smell the coffee machine doing its duty, so the timing was perfect. Katelyn entered the kitchen first and got the distraction mission done, loudly thanking Mom for having her kids for the night, while Mel and I sneaked across the hallway into the family room to hide out on the couch. Despite our fitful sleep on the plane,...
With the kids around and needing the grandmotherly mix of praise and cajoling as they ate, Mom didn’t have the opportunity to unleash her curiosity about Mel’s family. She was also too busy enjoying having her family around her, delighted her son and future daughter-in-law were at her meal table for the first time. Didn’t mean she wasn’t eager to know more. I knew our neighbors almost as well as she did; there was no doubting that those to whom I’d introduced Mel during our little tour would...
It took us quite a while, sitting holding hands in the noodle kitchen parking lot as customers came and went, to thrash out the exact story we were going to tell Mom, weaving it around the theme of a fundamental disagreement over a girl wanting a college education and a career, rather than a husband and three babies before her twenty-first birthday. Mom would immediately get that. We decided to also highlight the fact Mel hadn’t actually ever met her last three ‘stepmothers’, and express...
Mom offered us a refill of iced tea, then ushered us across the hallway into the family room. James briefly looked into the den to check on the kids; he’d parked them in front of a cartoon which seemed to be entertaining them just fine. Abby was old enough to begin to enjoy the story, Ben more just liking the visual stimulation and the pretty colors. From the grin on his face, I guessed they hadn’t even noticed his intrusion. I chose a big easy chair for us both to sit in; I’d hardly gotten...
The mouthwatering aroma of delicious food hit us as soon as we got in the door from the piggyback ride. Katelyn grabbed her kids to get them to their places at the family table. Mel and I quickly washed our hands in the foyer bathroom and joined them. Cassie hadn’t been exaggerating quite how ready the meal was. If, as a kid, I would have been out of the house this close to serving up time, Mom would have made her serious displeasure known. But, as we’d been keeping her grandchildren...
Mel and I did our bedtime routine together in the family bathroom; on the way back to my room, we popped our heads into Katelyn’s old bedroom, where Abby and Ben were fast asleep in their mom’s childhood bed, one at each end. The tender expression on my fiancée’s face as she watched the sleeping babies convinced me I needed to give her one of our own just as soon as we could do it. I was feeling the same. I guess that’s why, like puppies and kittens, young kids are so cute – to bring out the...
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The camera lingered on Atlanta’s upper body; her beautiful face framed by its mane of blonde hair, the graceful lines of her pale-skinned neck and shoulders, then ever so slowly, almost lovingly, it moved down to her small but perfectly formed breasts with their puffy nipples... It was almost as if it somehow knew, in its little electronic brain, that “Agent in Place” would be Atlanta Starr’s final movie, and that this was the very last time it would have the opportunity to display her trim...
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My friend Brian and I have been long-time friends growing up together. Families know each other well and have spent plenty of time with each other’s family. His parents were close enough to be mine had I not had any of my own. We were kind of dorks in school focused on games over girls. So we both didn't get any action. After we graduated he found a girlfriend and a nice job quickly which led to him buying a house. I never really got my act together to find a girl over the past few years and...
Hi, my name is Dave. 1995 was the summer I was fifteen. It was June and my life sucked out loud. We had moved two months before because my dad was transferred to a new plant. I hadn't really had much time to make any new friends at the high school before my freshman year ended. As a result, summer was here with no friends and nothing to do. The only thing that kept me from going out of my mind was that my dad had gotten me one of the first Sony PlayStations. It was a Japanese model he had...
This is my first story soo.. I woke up on Saturday morning after an unbelievable night with my sister, who was still lying beside me with a satisfied grin on her face. Let me tell you about myself, i am 14 and quite tall, and i woudnt exactly describe myself as muscular but i wasnt unfit. I have medium length black hair, blue eyes and a tanned body. My sister was blonde, (she got that from our mom), the familys blue eyes and a set of 32B boobs, not bad for her being thirteen. She has long...
David Saturday It felt like we made love all night. It seemed like I just closed my eyes, when the sun began to shine through the crack in our drapes. We both rolled over and slept to 10:00a.m. I order room service for breakfast, scramble eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, toast, orange juice and coffee. We were stuffed when we got done. We cleaned up and went down to the pool. We had a light lunch and then Joyce wanted to go shopping. The money she won is burning a hole in her purse. We...
Rada Kuznetsov didn’t grow up wanting to be a stripper. When she was a little girl, she wanted to be a KGB agent like her Grandpa Vil and was crushed to discover that the KGB (the real KGB) had been dissolved along with the Soviet Union the same year she was born. She had later decided she wanted to be a general in the Russian Army like her other grandfather Aleks Aleksovich and held onto that dream into her middle teens despite the complete lack of precedent for any woman to rise so high....
This incident took place over a decade ago. I received a letter from my friend Raju insisting that I visit him. He further added that I would not be disappointed. I did not understand what he meant. Raju was my fellow student while we were studying for our undergraduate degree. We had come to know each other well but our association was cut short as Raju left college to join the armed forces. Raju was handsome and intelligent. He did well in the forces and reached a high rank at a young age....
Hi everyone, I am Sarfaraz Khan, and I am back with another story. I’m a 23-year-old male from a South Indian city belonging to a Muslim family. I have had experiences with various women from different backgrounds and cultures. Those who haven’t read can read them here. I don’t believe in forcing or blackmailing a girl for sex but in letting her seduce you. So coming straight to my story. This incident happened when I was 19 years old and in college. Ankit was my good friend and was the same...
When Adam’s mother sat down and grabbed Maura’s hands, all that nervous excited energy inside Maura was witnessed. The girl was in the waiting room chair, clenching her teeth, bouncing her knees, and shaking her shoulders. She had to get out. She had to get back to Krysten’s. She had to have Adam with her. “He’ll be OK.” The mother said, brushing the girl’s hair back from her ear. “Yeah he’s fine.” Maura nodded. “I wanna--” “Young lady, I am his mother.” She warned. Maura nodded, uncaring....