If you asked me yesterday, I would not have called him my favorite uncle or even have said that we were close.
Today? I miss that crazy old bastard dearly and love him with all my heart. What changed? He died, in a car crash with another guy who worked for him. They had been out drinking and driving drunk and had crashed into a telephone pole, killing both instantly.
I learned all this as I was sitting in a Forward Operating Base in Afghanistan. After I had gotten out of the military I had become one of those private military contractors probably not one of my best decisions in life but at least it paid well. Not the way that you want to end your day when you still have 2 months left in country of a 12 month tour.
I don't know why he did it, maybe it was that summer that I spent out there taking care of him when he fell off his roof a few years ago. Maybe, it was because i was the only one in the family who cared about the old loon. You see, he really wasn't my uncle. Well he had married into the family and then his wife died leaving him with a nice sized fortune. Not saying that my family was racist, but we are black, he was white. That didn't matter to Aunt Ellen though, she loved him all the same. If it didn't matter to her, it never mattered to me either.
I thought he was fun and visited him every now and then. Uncle Ed loved to piss off everyone in our family and it is true that he was an old dirty bastard. Even more crazy is that we were all the family that he had. No one left on his side.
I guess that you had to understand his sense of humor...or just accept that he couldn't be understood. Maybe that is why he bought that ranch out in the middle of nowhere. It was in one of the Carolina's, never could remember which one. And ranch is being extremely nice about it, it was really just a huge house, barn that was falling apart, and about 30 acres of just plain wild land. To be honest, I couldn't remember what he owned or where he worked until his lawyer emailed me a few days later. Uncle Ed's last act of pissing off the family. What he did was he left the entire operation to me, and this guy was loaded.
WTF? Damn uncle. So here I sit the new owner of 30 acres of land on which appear to be 4 structures and one of the properties is being rented by a family of three. He also owns the shop which is rather large and is the main source of income for most of the town, they make some kind of specialized aircraft parts. Talking back and forth with the lawyer I come to find out that a family of three is living in one of two trailers. The other is uninhabited. What was Uncle Ed trying to do start a damn trailer park? Well this actually does solve a problem. When I deployed over here I sold everything. So when I come home now I guess I have somewhere to live.
I tell the lawyer to handle things till i get back. I send flowers to the grieving wife, call and email the plant managers and tell them in no uncertain terms that while I own the plant, they run it, its their jobs on the line. If the plant becomes unprofitable I will shut it down.
It gets better or worse depending on your point of view, the family of three is actually the wife and two daughters of the man that uncle Ed died with in the crash. This wife didn't work and is now scrambling to find a job, which in this economy are extremely scarce. I put it to the back of my head and just try to make it through the next 2 months alive.
With 2 weeks left in country I am making preparations to go home. The wife, Sara, has been unable to make rent or even get a job, and the lawyer is getting pissed off because he is not a realtor and doesn't want to get stuck in the middle of this mess, it seems the younger daughter is handling affairs for some reason. I tell him to not worry about it and will be there in 6 weeks. After a successful mission and debrief I drive up to see just what kind of mess I have inherited.
I get to town at night and just check into a local hotel. The next morning I wander over to the lawyers office and surprise him. After he catches himself he gets the papers for me sign, gives me some keys, a sealed envelope and just like that its all mine. I follow him over to the plant for the first of many days of briefings on plant operations and just what they do there and how they do it.
At about noon my head is about to explode and I call it for the day and wander back to my office. Uncle Ed was weirder than weird, someone had told me that the reason the door to the office was so massive because Ed had wanted the office to be sound proof. Really? What the fuck? Who does shit like that? Crazies like uncle Ed that's who. Inside there is a leather couch on one side and on the other is a desk for my assistant, Chyna, or something like that I think. My desk is centered on the windows with the magnificent view. While I am checking my email I chat her up and am shocked to learn that she not only works here but lives at the factory as well. It seems that is a requirement that Ed had levied on her. Looking through her file, Ed's private file, I find it is one of many including a very risqué dress code. As an aside uncle Ed kept a weird assortment of personal sometimes highly incriminating files. I tell myself to look in her general HR file tomorrow. She offers to show me the residence. Curiosity gets the better of me and then we are headed up a back private stairwell to an apartment with view more amazing than my own of the adjacent valley.
I suddenly realize I am alone with this very beautiful, sexy little girl. Early 20's, thin athletic frame, soft brown skin, shoulder length black hair, very very short skirt, long sexy tanned legs, nice DD cup breasts. Sexy and seems very submissive to, really my type but I was still to much in a state of shock to take advantage of the situation. And here we are in her private apartment with her still flirting and being extremely suggestive. It is obvious that she was uncle's personal slut but I wasn't ready to go there quite yet. I expected uncle to have a mistress or two, but there was something going on that I had not figured out yet, I mean yeah guys have mistresses, but who keeps them at work and makes them live there? I somehow make my escape and head over to my new residence. En route there I notice the envelope and open it up. Inside is a very cryptic handwritten note from Uncle Ed, telling me that I took care of him now he is going to take care of me if i can take care of his property and land. Typical uncle Ed, as cryptic as possible what did property and land mean?
The front of the residence is exactly as I remember it. I drive up and park in the front of the house and remember sitting out on the porch with my uncle. The note did answer one question, "I took care of him", that phrase I guess that summer really meant a lot to the old guy. I was just trying to be family to someone who had none.
I can hear the stereo from outside, odd I think. When I get to the front door I find it unlocked, and ease my way in. MTV or something is playing, the house is cool...ac is clearly working along with the water and power, and I can smell... is that popcorn ....?
"What the hell is going on, someone having a party," I think to myself?
As I ease around the corner to the family room I see her. She must be one of the daughters from the trailer, watching TV on uncle Eds massive television and surround sound. Shaking her ass and singing was so damn inviting. Damn, the lawyer told me that the girls were 17 and 21, I hope that this is the legal one. Long blonde hair down to her ass, and a lovely ass at that. Maybe 5'6 with long sexy legs, tiny waist, bronzed skin. From behind she was amazing. Tight wife beater T-shirt, short cut-off jeans.
Damn I wanted to give her a rough and violent spanking. White trailer trash slut. Not to thin, not to thick, just the right amount of cushion in all the right places. I quickly surveyed the room. Food wrappers and beer bottles everywhere. If she was going to use the house, the least the bitch could do would be to clean up a little. The place was trashed. Uncle Ed I didn't really expect to clean either but someone had to.
She was going to shit herself when she turned around and saw a 6'6 240 pound black man staring at her. When I got done staring I started knocking on the wall and the bitch damn near jumped out of her skin and damn were those breasts amazing when she did. Bouncy and huge, they had to be implants. Damn I need to get me a woman. Face somewhere between a bimbo and a devil that scream I was made for fucking.
"What the hell, you scared the crap out of me? Who the fuck are you?" She burst out with a look of shock and terror on her face.
