I'd like to thank Kenjisato again for editing and my friend Anaya for input.
Sexual activity only involves characters over the age of 18. Any similarities to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Doing The Right Thing Turns into Forever
Who I am.
My name is Robert Wilson, and I'm in my mid-20s. I have an excellent job; in fact, it is my job that has caused me to be here at the airport on a Thursday afternoon.
But first, let me tell you a little bit about my life.
I am an only child. The family joke was, "I was a perfect child, and mom and dad did not want anymore (so-called) perfect children." The truth was mom almost died during my birth and she could not have any more children.
With not having any siblings, both my parents became driven parents with the help of both sets of grandparents. They were able to achieve career success at a young age, they were the 'wonder boy' and 'wonder girl' in their career fields. When I entered college, dad and mom were in their late 30s!
I have been told I am good looking, in the boy-next-door-kind-of way. I get my looks from mom AND dad; they were prom king and queen at their high school and homecoming king and queen at their college, twice!!! I played sports in high school, and some in college. In high school, I kept my grades high enough to be able to be accepted into a good college (mom and dad's alma mater) with enough partial scholarships to make my college costs very, very reasonable.
My parents were an average American loving couple. My father was an executive with a life insurance company, the same company for sixteen years, dad was actually very good friends with the company president whose father was the founder of the company and had hired my dad even before his own son.
Mom was a high school principal. Yes, she had her doctorate. I would call her Dr. Mom at times. I would get in trouble when I used it at school because she was also
my
principal! Mom set a good example while I was in grade school, by studying for her master's and her doctorate all while being a mom, a wife and schoolteacher.
Mom became my principal my freshman year in high school. Mom and dad kept it a secret from me, until Mom drove me to school the first day of ninth grade and pulled into the principal's space in the faculty parking lot.
My true friends only had to change from calling her Mrs. Wilson to Dr. Wilson, but only at school. I lost some so-called friends when they found out who our new principal was, and I gained some new friends, that I have to this very day.
Mom was a super mom with all the stuff she had to do with being a principal: she still baked cookies, cooked meals, and kept an active romantic life with my dad, don't ask me how I 'heard' about that.
I did have a love life, I dated throughout high school, college, and post-grad years. Most of my 'girlfriends' were good girls; good in public, and some were good in the back seat of a car, or in college a dorm room, too. Being the son of the principal kind of made me a 'nice young man' as one father said. Oh, I did get my proper instruction in the ways of sex and the workings of the female body, while dating a senior when I was a sophomore—between the two of us, dating each other was a good look for our dating résumés. I was still considered a good kid. I had to drive two towns over to get condoms because I was known as the principal's kid.
Dad the hero
Just before my sophomore year at college, my father was killed, while helping a young lady who was being attacked by a couple of men; dad had shielded the hurt woman, and got shot by one of the attackers. It made all the papers— 'Hero Dies, Saving Girl's Life.' The attackers were her ex-boyfriend and his friend. The friend turned state's evidence and got a short sentence and probation. The ex-boyfriend got life plus twenty years. Well, the ex-boyfriend did bring the gun, pulled the trigger, and killed my dad— so why not? He might get a parole hearing someday; I plan on being there.
We received a substantial 'reward' from a philanthropic organization that helps everyday heroes like my dad. It was played up that I was a college student and mom was an educator, so people gave a little more.
Mom put the money in a trust fund earmarked for her future grandchildren.
Dad being an insurance executive had a great life insurance policy, plus a policy that the company paid for. Let's just say dad took very good care of mom and me.
Mom and I settled down to life without dad. Mom and dad had discussed the possibility of one of them passing away 'too soon'; both had made each other swear if that was the case, they would keep on living, and possibly find love again. Other family members would comment on what a loving idea that was for both my mom and dad because hell, they loved each other like there was no tomorrow.
Just before my first year of my masters program, Mom did find love again. She had hired a new teacher, William Adams, Bill, a widower with a son. The son was about a year or so younger than I was. It was love at first sight. Their romance was respectful and above board. The superintendent okayed their relationship; he said if there were any school issues involving Bill, he would excuse mom from it and handle it for her. They married one week before I started my second semester on my master's. I walked mom down the aisle and gave her away to Bill. I was very happy for Mom because now she had someone in her life again. The only problem was my new stepbrother William Jr. he was basically a good guy but was a little wild— correct that, a bunch wild.
JR and I did get together and became roommates since he was a second year junior, and I was a grad student at the same university, it made sense; our parents thought I would be a good example for JR. Even with that, he still had to do another extra semester to finish college, you know the five-and-a-half-year plan; I had to reel him in a few nights. Even with that, I was able to date and have a romance or two. I kept my nose to the grindstone and did very well in my master's work. I was even asked to give a speech at commencement. I was scouted by headhunters.
I received a great job offer from a corporation where I became the corporation's 'troubleshooter.' I was usually home three weeks out of the month, and for one week, I would be traveling, putting out 'fires' at subsidiary offices throughout the nation.
That is how I was in the airport, this warm, late June afternoon.
JR had graduated and was working his first job post college. His girlfriend (
almost fiancée
), Laura Davis was the closest thing to a living Greek goddess, Aphrodite to be exact, inside and out, was finishing up college out of state.
JR
'
s Wild side catches up with him
JR did a major fuckup. He had hooked up with one of his co-workers; well, maybe just a little more than friends with benefits. In fact, he was thinking of how to break up with Laura. The coworker, Ashley Stevens, was not just any co-worker, but she was 'closely related' to a company's higher-up. (You know corner office, lunch-in-the-executive-dining-room-type higher up.)
Within a month she told him she was pregnant with his child (yes, it is his). Ashley was youthful and very beautiful like Artemis, and like JR, a little wild— wait, I meant a bunch wild also. The executive higher-up sat down with JR and Ashley and gave them 'an offer they couldn't refuse'—
get married and I
'
ll put JR in the executive program for the company!
(It turned out to be a very good offer. Believe it or not, JR and Ashley settled down (matured really quickly) and they are married to this day; I have one nephew and two nieces from them.)
Now back to the airport
I was coming home for JR's wedding. (I was thinking, to Laura Davis.) I had gotten a one-line email saying:
"Be home this weekend I need you to be my best man, Bro — JR"
Just like JR to be somewhat ambiguous.
As I was coming out the door after getting my luggage, I saw a young lady crying. Curious, I walked up closer and saw that it was Laura Davis! When I recognized her, I went to her immediately. When she saw me, she began to cry even harder. I sat down with her, put my arm around her, and tried to find out what's wrong.