*Author's Note*
As promised - the second part.
Hopefully, I've done a better job on this section.
Enjoy!
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Other People's Drama
Florida
So, moving on.
It's two years later.
I'm a civilian now, and work at a VA hospital.
A really
big
VA hospital.
And yes, I'm getting treated for a few issues of my own. Apparently, I've been carrying them around with me since I left the Gulf.
Enter Kirsten. She's a nurse. Works at the same hospital. She's thirty-seven.
Kirsten, it turns out, hasn't had sex in close to five years. She also turns out to be, by far, the kinkiest woman I have ever met. Trying to keep up with her, damn near kills me. She's into the B, in BDSM - something she didn't share with me at first. Once we discuss it, I agree to participate - as long as it doesn't get to... well... 'bizarre'? I'm fairly certain, that at some point, I use every conceivable sex toy there is on the woman. As a surprise, I get a suspension rig for her birthday, and it almost sends her over the edge. And yes, over the course of our relationship, the woman spends a lot of time cuffed and hanging in it.
Strangely, it takes almost five months for me to discover that she has kids - which explains why all the weird stuff happens at my house. It also explains why she has never invited me to her house.
The kids' father - also military - has disappeared. He apparently has a number of mental health issues, related to his time in the Gulf, but was seeking treatment for them. Everything seemed to be working as it should.
Then, Kirsten woke up one morning, found his car in the garage, his wallet and keys on a kitchen counter, all his clothes where they should be, but no husband. She reported it, and went through all the motions, but nothing ever came from it. She once told me that she believes he's gone back to a certain country he'd been stationed in, before they got married - in an attempt to hide from his demons.
So, her kids.
Morgan, Riley, and Bailey. Twenty, eighteen, and sixteen. All girls.
My first encounter with any of them occurs in my office. Morgan walks in unannounced, sits down in a chair, and does nothing more than stare at me. One look at her, and I know exactly who she is.
Morgan is about 5'6", and can't weight much more than 13o lbs. She has long, curly, brunette hair, which easily makes it to the center of her back. I'm guessing her chest is an average 32 or 34C, and her ass (which is quite nicely stuff into a pair of Levi's) is proportionate to the rest of her body. It's her big brown eyes that, in my opinion, are what demand one's attention.
After a minute or so, I finally break the stalemate.
"Are you just tired, or did you actually want something?"
She sits quietly for few moments, apparently lost in contemplation, but finally answers me.
"I had a whole speech I was gonna give you, but I guess I kinda freaked out..."
"Speech, huh? About?"
"Why you are being such an ass about dating my mom..."
"Explain."
"You've been going out with her for like three months, then you find out she has kids, and just blow her off?"
"How did we get to 'blow her off'?"
"She told me the other night - when you were supposed to go out, and then cancelled."
"Can I safely assume that 'blow her off', is actually your wording of the situation?"
Again, she sits silently staring at me.
"For the record - I was a bit pissed off at her for not telling me up front, that she has kids. Seems to me, five months is a bit long, to keep that bit of info a secret."
"Five months?"
she blurts out.
"Yep. Seems she hasn't been all that forthcoming with you guys either."
Again, she goes quiet, her eyes locked to mine.
"Are you guys serious, or just hooking up?" she finally asks.
"Excuse me?"
"Oh please... I'm twenty, not ten. Are you screwing my mother?"
"Not your business, young lady."
Silence - again. She does nothing more than stare at me. It's blatantly obvious that she is testing me - trying to shock me.
"You're twenty - is it your mom's business who
you
are screwing?"
Bingo! Got her. The look on her face is priceless, and gives away the fact that she, too, has a secret - of some kind. I decide to hang on to that bit of info, and to change the course of the conversation.
"If the three of you would like to have a chat with me, I'd be open to that."
"You're not blowing my mom off?"
"Nope. I like your mother."
"Just the four of us?" she asks, referencing my previous offer of talking.
"Is there some reason your mother shouldn't know we are talking?"
"Well, I'm guessing it's probably the reason she's never brought you home. But you should probably see for yourself."
"When?"
My instant concession seems to confuse her.
"Mom works until 11:30 tonight. Can you come to the house?"
"Sure. What time?
"6:30"
"See you then."
She stands and turns toward the door, but hesitates.
"You aren't what I was expecting..."
"So next time you find yourself in this kind of a situation, try deleting the expectations, and just go with the flow. In my experience, expectations only lead to disappointments."
She smiles at me, and disappears out the door.
Now go back for a moment. Remember that whole thing about other people's drama? No sooner than I discover Kirsten has kids, they are about to draw me in to theirs.
I'm such a sucker...
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When I walk up to the porch, I see two figures sitting on the steps.
"Good evening, ladies."
"Hi," the younger one offers.
Bailey is about 5'3", has big brown puppy dog eyes - just like her big sister's - short hair that is somewhere between brown and red, and a huge smile. Her body, has dimensions close to Morgan's, but she is shorter, a little thinner, and far more toned. The cheerleading outfit she is wearing, explains that. Basically, she's the sixteen-year-old every guy dreamed of dating in high school.
Morgan lifts her head until our eyes meet, and looking totally embarrassed, says, "Sorry, but this might not have been such a good idea. Riley is being a total bitch tonight."
"Because?"
"Because I stupidly told her you were coming over."
"She's being a bitch because I'm here?"
"My sister has been kinda screwed up since our dad left..." Bailey says.
"Well... let's go meet Riley, shall we?"
As Bailey stands up, Morgan glances at me, a pleading look in her eyes, and asks, "Are you sure?"
"
You
are not responsible for your sister's behavior. Trust me, Morgan, your sister can't do anything I haven't seen before."
She shrugs, gets to her feet, and we go inside.
I'm shocked to see just how neat and tidy the house is. Not a dirty dish in the sink, no dirty clothes stacked by the washer, not speck of dust on any of the furniture, and all the bare floors are immaculate.
"She's in the family room," Morgan offers, pointing down a hall.
When I walk in, my mind shifts into 'other people's drama' mode, and I become an alternate me. The one that solved the problem in the Gulf...
I find an
extremely
well-endowed, teenage female, wearing a cutoff t-shirt that barely covers her tits, and some absurdly skimpy underwear, straddling what appears to be an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy on the couch, while another boy is playing a video game. They all stop what they are doing, and turn to look at me. I walk past them, over to the large TV the game console is feeding, reach behind it, and pull the plug.
The kid with the game controller jumps to his feet, and confronts me.
"What the fuck dude?"
I step over and get nose to nose with him. Behind him, I see Morgan standing in the hall, and Bailey next to her, watching.
"You..." I point at Riley, "get off his cock, sit down, and both of you watch what happens very closely, understood?"
Riley, perhaps a bit intimidated, gets off the boy's lap and stands up, as I return my attention to the kid in front of me.
"The reason they need to pay attention is so that they can tell the exact same story when the police and paramedics get here, to pick you up. I have neither the time, nor the inclination, to deal with you at the moment. However, I will tell you this - if you have something to say to me, say it in clear, concise English, without any foul language, and without any superlatives. You speak to me again, the way you just did, I give you my personal assurance you
will
wake up in the emergency room. Clear?"
He stands frozen, staring at me.
"Who are you?" comes from a cracking voice behind him. I lean to the side and see, what appears to be, a petrified Riley, staring at me.
"
You
need to have a bit more respect for yourself, young lady. Go put some damn clothes on -
now
." When I raise my voice on the 'now', she instantly understands the severity situation. She disappears down the hall so fast, she almost knocks her sisters over.
I point at the second guy, and motion for him to come up next to the first one - who still hasn't moved a muscle.
"I'm going to tell you two rocket scientists who I am - so you'll know I'm deadly serious. I'm the biggest asshole you will ever encounter in this life time. I spent thirty-three months in the Persian Gulf...
killing people
. At one point, I shot a ten-year-old kid, because he had a bomb strapped to him, and he intended to kill me. However, unlike these girls' father, who lost his battle with his demons, mine are alive and well, and I can unleash them at the drop of a hat."
Riley wanders slowly back into the room, clad in jeans, a sweatshirt, and has her short hair pulled back into a small ponytail.
"Much better, young lady."
I turn my attention back to the guys.
"You two idiots are outta here - permanently. Got it? I'm not going to spew a bunch of threats, or talk a lot of trash. I'm just going to make you a promise. Should I find out either you has come back here, or has had any contact at all, with any of these girls, you will not like the results. Go find someone else's lives to contaminate."
"She's eighteen," the tough guy mumbles, trying I think, to stare me down.
"Yeah, asshole," I calmly reply, cutting through him with my stare, "she is. But
this
, is her
mother's
house - not hers." I turn and look directly at Riley. "You ready to take your little act out into the world?"
She is quick to shake her head side to side in response.
