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...
Thursday was a late day; I took a stroll around the hospital to see how the evening clinics were running. They’re surprisingly popular with people needing routine monitoring or annual healthchecks, but either not wanting their boss or work colleagues to know about it, or too busy making money to take an hour or two off work. All was well, so I headed for home. Even better, Max wasn’t too upset with me that I was home late. He’s a lot more forgiving than Marsha ever was. Okay, so I fed him...
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...
When Helga brought in our mid-morning coffee and Danish the next day, I asked her opinion of my vanity plate gift idea. She laughed, “Mike, you hate vanity plates! You were SO rude about Dr. Schreiber!” I chuckled. Yeah, guilty on that count. Shortly before the turn of the year, I’d let off some steam to my loyal assistant on my return from one of those interminable and pointless meetings; of which the unquestioned nadir had been the good doctor absolutely insisting on showing everyone the...
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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...
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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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Zax repressed the aching in his heart. “Why was there was a sudden clash of dark attribute and fiery attribute fluctuations, Senior Ariel?” He thought about it since he placed his palm on Anet’s abdomen and discovered the fluctuations. First idea he discarded was the association to the disparity in cultivation level between him and Anet. The best example to show it was not the cause was Yimin, the son of Yurnal and Savir. One of his parents is a bodily cultivator equal to fourth level...
After a great workout in the ring, this fit couple head to the shower room. They sit next to each other on a bench and he begins to finger her through her shorts. He stands up so that she can get access to his big hard cock, which she kisses and sucks. He gets her shorts off and gets his fingers inside her pussy, then he turns her over so that he fuck her from behind. She grinds her hips against him as she rides his large dick in reserve cowgirl. She moves till they are in missionary, and he...
xmoviesforyouAuthor’s note: I’m not Kate, and I don’t engage in or agree with incest outside the confinement of my fucked up imagination. ~FT December 15 th Blog Entry: I hate to fly when the temperature is below freezing. I don’t care what the reason really—if they have to de-ice the plane before takeoff, the trip isn’t worth taking. And to add to my traveling disdain, I’m surrounded by my family. You’ve heard me bitch about them before, bloggers. My parents are unkind, arrogant, judgmental assholes and...
IncestIntroduction: What can I say, I love my girl! All of the stories I write on here are 100% true. I honestly did sleep around quite a lot with my Neice. She was the sweetest girl Id ever met, and probley the best in bed too. I was a single 28 year old man, with short brown hair and deep sea blue eyes. Girls loved this about me, they said I was Cute. I wasnt/ and am still not the hottest man in the world. I looked like zach effron, or so alot of girls told me back then. (I just didnt have a 6 pack...
It was getting well along in the afternoon when the crew bus got them back to Flagstaff, but there was still work to do. Scooter found out that no one had been joking about dumping the groovers -- they'd taken several and used each one till it was getting close to full. They all stunk like hell, and there was nothing to be done about it but try to survive and hope to hell there'd be a swamper junior to her on the next trip. They stunk just about as bad while they were being hosed out and...
Before we get started, I’m going to tell you a little about myself. My name is Marcus. I am 22 years old and in my fourth year of college. I am about 5'11", 160 pounds. I am well built and I tend to make friends with my female classmates fairly easily. I have had my share of sexual partners over the four years in college and I still don’t have any intention of finding a girlfriend. I mean, I do have some friends that I would love to go out with, but a long relationship has never really been my...
Erotic“good night” she said “good night” I replied as she closed my door. I turned off my TV and lay on my back, staring into the blackness. After some time I heard a quiet mumbling. I climbed out of bed and slowly walked to my door and into the hallway. The sound was coming from the room Lindsey was in. there was a light coming from the gap in her door. I tip toed closer until I was outside the door, I looked in, the TV was playing, there was 2 women on it, 2 lesbian women licking each others...
Seeing him at the coffee shop was something that she never thought that she would feel again. It had been so many years since she would gaze upon a man again. Well, maybe she had stared down a man recently, but maybe this was something different, something strange, something new. At 40 she still had a sexy body, but since her divorce she decided that men were shit, and that she was not going to have anything to do with them.The divorce had not been that bad, but still 10 years of a boring life...
The first leg of Tommy and Connie’s road trip was a two hour jaunt south on US Highway 84 to the newly completed section of Interstate 10. Tommy merged eastbound on the Interstate and motored to San Antonio. Sections of Interstate 10 were still under construction, so they spent as much time on US 90 as they did the Interstate. They rolled into San Antonio at noon and stopped for a leisurely lunch at the Officers Club at Brooke Army Medical Center. It was early in their travels for a lengthy...
Wolf in sheep's clothing CBA Kyle loved his life. He was rich. He had cars, and houses. And he had plenty of beautiful women in his life. He was a horrible person though. In fact he was a predator. Kyle got off on finding innocent young women, he would get them to fall in love with him, and then he would purposely get them hooked on drugs before putting them out as high class hookers and escorts. That is how he made his money, by destroying the lives of scores of...
Alexandria and Lorianna were like summer sisters. Every year Alexandria’s family would ship her down to Florida to stay with her aunt on the beach, right next door to Lorianna’s house. As little girls, they had forged a bond of friendship that would keep them close regardless of time or distance. As budding teens, they shared stories of boys and their hopes and dreams. The girls were close enough in looks to be real sisters. They were short with long red hair and blue eyes and curvy bodies that...