Authors Note: First, I want to tank everyone for the reviews on my first story submission. Both positive and negative. I got some great nuggets of help from both the positive and negative reviews. The one great thing of Literotica is that it covers pretty much anything that floats your boat. So, some people will like what you write, and other people will criticize it for not going in the direction that the like. That is fine. If you are just starting to write. Remember that when you read the reviews. Where is the comment coming from.
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I am always nervous at weddings. Even more nervous when you are one of the participants. I pull my tux out of the suit bag and start to get changed.
My son Frank sticks his head in the door and asks, "Do you need any help?" He was already in his tux in full best-man mode.
I shake my head.
He says, "Well if you need anything, let me know. You don't want to make Lisa late."
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I guess we need to start about 4 years ago. My name is Bill Thompson. I am currently 63, but was 59 when Lisa came into my life. I live in a nice 4 bedroom house in Waterloo, Ontario, Canada. I just sold my accounting business, although I occasionally go back to consult for them to help them out.
My wife Susan had passed away from cancer 14 months earlier. We had just started talking of early retirement and travel when we received her cancer diagnosis. The cancer was an aggressive type and she passed 6 months later. Although I don't want to minimize how devastating this was, I was relieved that she didn't have to suffer too long. We were married for 21 years. We had dated for 2 years and then we had a shotgun wedding when she discovered that that she was pregnant.
I have a son Frank who is now 26, but was a 22 year old University of Toronto 4th year Mechanical Engineering student at the time. He could have gone to Waterloo or Laurier, but decided he wanted to live the university life away from home.
It was the dog days of August. The prior weekend, I moved him back to school so he could get an early start on his final year. We went out for dinner the night before the move and he asked for his mothers engagement ring. His mother had told him that he could have it if he found the right woman. He was planning to propose to his girlfriend, Teresa, that fall. We recounted stories of his mother and his hopes with his hopefully future fiancΓ©. We cried and I told him how proud and happy I was for him. Teresa is also in 4th year taking Accounting at U of T.
It was Wednesday, just after lunch. I was reading a book and drinking a coffee on my front porch, when a car slammed to a stop a house down from me. I head screaming and yelling as a young woman jumped out of the car.
"You cheating bastard!", she yelled at the driver.
The driver got out of the car, "Lisa, it was just one time. It didn't mean anything."
Lisa yelled back, "Based on the texts it didn't look like a 'one time thing'. How can I trust you when you were fucking my best friend? Give me my bags we are through!"
The guy jumped out of the car and started pulling bags out of the car and throwing them on the side of the road. When he was done, he yelled, "she is a better lay than you anyhow." Hopped back in the car and drove off.
Lisa, piled her bags on the side of the road, sat on one of the bags and started to cry.
I stepped down off my porch and walked over. I asked, "Are you OK?" I knew she wasn't, but what else are you supposed to say.
She looked up at me, "I don't know what to do now."
I said, "Well, why don't we bring your bags on my porch. I will get you a drink and after you calm down, we can sit on my porch and talk things through."
Still crying, she nodded and said, "Thanks, that would be good."
We brought her bags onto the porch, and I told her that my name was Bill and asked her what she wanted to drink.
She just wanted a glass of water, so I went into the house and got her one. I then told her to tell me what was going on.
She told me that her name was Lisa Grant. She was going into her 2nd year and last year as a Business Finance student at Conestoga college. Her boyfriend, George, was working for a manufacturer in their hometown of Chatham but got a transfer to the Waterloo location so the two of them could live together while she finished her last year. They then hoped that she could then find a job in the Kitchener/Waterloo area, and they could settle down.
They had rented an apartment, but George got lost, you know the "I'm a guy and don't need a map stereotype". Lisa's phone was almost out of charge, so she went to pull up a map on George's phone. While she was entering the address of the apartment, a text came through from her best friend Jennifer. It was a picture of Jennifer and George naked in bed with the text "So you don't forget me". Lisa, in shock, scrolled through the messages and found photos dating back several weeks. That was when she started to scream at him, and the car screeched to a halt.
She then sighed and looked around and said, "I don't know what I am going to do now. I don't want to live with that bastard, but now I don't have a place to stay."
I said, "Do you have anyone you can call?"
She responded, "Can I plug in my phone so I can call my mother?"
I told her to go ahead and showed her the outlet on the front porch. I went inside to give her some privacy.
While she made some calls, I went to my office to plug away at a few files that my old business sent me to look at. After about 20 minutes, I heard her call out. I came to the porch, and she asked, "Do you know where I could stay for a few days? I talked to my Mom, but really going home isn't an option since I need to be here for classes. I called some of my friends, but they don't move in until the weekend."
I thought about it and knowing that I am alone in a 4-bedroom house, I said, "Well, since it is just until the weekend, I have a guest bedroom that you can stay in for a few days if that would help. I can talk to your mother if you want."
She looked like I took a load of stress off her and said, "Thank you, you are a godsend. I promise, I won't cause any problems and will stay out of your way. I will immediately start to look for another place to stay. I will call my mom and you can talk to her so she knows what is going on."