Disclaimers: With this being my 80th story, I shouldn't think I'd have to tell you this, BUT, you should know each and every character resides only in my mind. THIS IS PURE FICTION!! If anybody in my story is lucky enough to partake is sexy stuff, they're at least eighteen years of age. For those looking for instant sex, you won't find it here. Slow build-up, but there is some for those who wait.
I'm sitting on a bench, outside a courtroom, waiting to see if I'm headed to jail. Again. Its not as if I've never been jailed before, but this time I'm not the guilty party.
I've been called to testify in the divorce proceedings between one Gerard Long and his soon to be ex-wife, Yolanda. She is suing him for divorce due to physical and mental abuse.
You see, I was in the middle of their latest altercation that also involved their two year old daughter, Alexis.
This latest altercation happened in the parking lot of the home improvement store where I'd been employed for nearly three years.
Did I forget a little back story? I guess I did. I'm Dusty Riley. I've just turned twenty years of age, and have been out of trouble with all law enforcement for nearly six years.
Just in case you're wondering, my birth certificate does not have Dusty as my given name. In fact, it says James Lamar Riley. You see, my grandfather was a huge fan of the 1954 New York Giants baseball team. It just so happened they won the 1954 World Series, and one of their heroes was James Lamar (Dusty) Rhodes. He hit two pinch-hit home runs, each winning games.
Back to my history.
My first run in with the law was when I was just over twelve years old. It seemed that the County sheriff didn't take kindly to me whacking one Milton Hinds twice in his left knee, hard enough that for the remainder of his shitty life he had this very noticeable limp.
Sheriff whatever his name was never took into consideration the fact that Hinds was trying to rape my mother.
I wound up serving eight months in our county youth detention center.
Are you starting to get some idea of my less than idyllic upbringing?
I never knew my father, and I knew for certain, he never married my mother, Francis Riley. I also knew that my mother's choices in men left a lot to be desired.
After getting out of jail, I did continue middle school, but with most of the school knowing where I'd spent the last eight months, I was the target for a lot of ridicule, and taunting.
Needless to say, I didn't do well with the taunting. Being called a jail bird, wasn't too bad, but being called a son of a whore just never set right with me. Also, being on the skinny side, some of these bullies thought I was easily pushed around.
Wrong! One thing I did to keep busy in jail, besides my mandatory school work, was lifting weights. Yes I was on the thin side, but I was also a lot stronger than I appeared.
I also honed my self-defense skills, some of which weren't considered fair.
In my years in middle school, I got into my share of fights. While not bragging, too much, I won the lion's share of them. After doing some harm on some of the bigger bullies, these altercations became less frequent, as bullies most often don't like getting black eyes, or bloody noses, or even getting swift kicks to their balls.
I have to admit, some of these fights led to detention, and suspension from school, a few times.
With my mother never caring, if she was around, it was left up to my grandmother, Flossy, to deal with the school, and to get me reinstated. Oh, her given name was Florence, which she hated, hence Flossy.
With my troubles in school subsiding, I did manage to get a diploma. Barely.
During my senior year I started working at the aforementioned home improvement store, and finally realized that I needed to change my ways, in order to avoid any long term confinement. I also realized that living on my own, or with my grandma, was far better than incarceration.
It didn't hurt that I was actually earning a paycheck, too.
In the time I was working, I actually had a few dates. Nothing serious, but I actually did have several short term relationships. Nothing special, but I did learn that there were more than a few good girls who wanted to sample us bad boys. Or so they thought.
In my time working at this local home improvement store, I made friends with several return customers. There was this one older couple, who usually had their little granddaughter, Alexis, who accompanied them for most of her first two years.
Each time I'd see them in our store, we would talk for a while, even if they didn't need any help.
I never asked about this little girl's parents, because it was none of my business.
The first time I saw Gerard and Yolanda Long, they were in the midst of a none too quiet argument, over paint colors. All this while Alexis was sitting in their shopping cart.
I approached them both and asked them to try to be a bit quieter, as not to disturb our other customers.
"Leave us the fuck alone, asshole!" was the response I got from this true dipshit.
"I'm going to ask you to leave our store, so, do you want me to escort you out, or will you leave on your own?"
Saying this, I just stood and glared at this piece of shit, just hoping his skinny ass would do something stupid.
I noticed his wife took their little girl away from us, as quickly as possible.
Just as I was going to repeat my request for him to get out of our store, two sheriff's deputies came into the area asking me if this was the same man two other people called to complain about.
"Yes, officers, and he was just getting ready to leave."
As Long looked from the two deputies, back to me, he decided I held the winning hand, and he started making his way out of the store.
I went back to work, after telling both cops how this complete asshole was talking and acting around his young daughter.
The very next day, the older couple was back in the store, with the little girl along with them, thanking me for caring.
I didn't see any of the family until that fateful day that landed us all in court.
I had a customer yelling in from the parking lot about a man yelling at his wife and daughter, and I immediately knew who was involved.
All I heard was Long yelling "shut up you little shit!" at his little two year old, and turning to his wife and starting to raise his hand, as if he was going to hit her.
As fast as I could run, I made a beeline right at him, yelling for him to move away. He just froze as I gave him a cross body block that knocked him about six feet back, landing on his backside.
With Yolanda taking their daughter away from me, standing over her worthless husband, I heard a siren approaching.
The mother and daughter were standing behind me when the two cops jumped out of their cars, grabbing this total jerk, just as he started yelling that I started all of this, and he did nothing.
"Officers, please let me tell you what all happened," Yolanda offered.
Quietly, she told them exactly what had transpired, word for word. Everything her jackass husband said, both to her and their daughter.
I just stood off to one side, hoping to stay out of any looming trouble.
Just as Gerard was taken away in handcuffs, Yolanda came up to me, and softly thanked me. As they were leaving, Alexis managed a little smile and waved to me.
As they walked away, I did take a good look at Yolanda, seeing a small, compact body, with me guessing she was in her mid to late twenties, maybe 5'3", or so, with light brown hair, and the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Not much in the chest area, but those eyes and that smile more than made up for that.
I was just hoping that her smile might return with her husband in lock-up.
It was just two weeks later when I received the subpoena requiring my presence at her first divorce hearing.
The day before that hearing, her parents, Larry and Alice Bradley paid me a visit at work.
"I hope you know, Dusty, Yolanda didn't want to get you involved in her messy divorce," they both told me. "But, she values your perspective on what you've observed."
"I just want to tell exactly what I've heard and saw, along with helping protect your granddaughter."
"Don't think bad of me, but do you have any feelings for our daughter?" This coming from Alice.
"Um, no, she's just way too far out of my league, and I don't want anyone thinking I'm after her husband's money."
