Editor's note: this fictional work contains scenes of fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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A Divorced Man Finds Out That Love & Lust Fit Together Perfectly
It Was Just Another Day
After the divorce Jim had been totally alone for the past several years. Most of his free time he either played golf, weight training, or swimming. His wife had left him for a richer man wanting only money and nothing else.
He often wondered why this had happened, he made good money and wanted for nothing. Now as time went by, the longingness was taking its toll on him and wanting to find someone to share his life with again.
Jim had just turned 40 years old and was in peak physical health, with big broad shoulders and really good size arms. His 6' height with somewhat short wavy dark brown hair and squared jaw and brown eyes turned heads where ever he went.
Working deep in the field of computer systems, augmenting not only client's computer systems as well as their operating strategies to elevate their level of excellence to a higher plateau. Within this field of work, he had reached a salary level up close to the mid 6 figure range.
Now having been totally alone for the last several years his heart yearned constantly to end the loneliness in his life and longed for a soul-mate.
Monday evening driving home from work, he decided to stop at a local bar. Jim had drove by this place for many years and never once had been inside.
Still dressed in his work suit, stopping and going inside it was a quaint little place with only a few people inside this early in the evening. Sitting down at an empty bar the bartender came over asking what he wanted. He asked if they had any Dewar's, the woman behind the bar said they had regular Dewar's and 15-year-old Dewar's.
Jim's eyebrows sparked up and then asked for 15-year-old Dewar's on the rocks with a couple of lime wedges. She brought over his drink and mentioned;
"I have never seen anyone drink scotch and limes before."
After squeezing the limes in and stirring he pushed it to her and told her to try it. She grabbed a new straw sticking it in the drink capturing a little and brought it up to her lips.
"DAMN, that really brings out the flavor of the scotch."
Jim smiled saying; "You should try a Bloody Macallan, it will take your breath away."
She said that she had never heard of that one. Jim told her that it was similar to a Bloody Mary although with good 12-year-old Macallan single malt scotch and limes. She told him she would have to order a bottle and try it, and then went back to cleaning up the bar.
Jim sat there as his mind wandered about life and his failure in love looking more depressed as time went on. After a while he ordered another round, she brought it over and asked why he looked so down hearted.
He just sighed saying it's the same as the old 1970's biker saying;
"Life Sucks and then You Die"
She looked at him and softly said; "You know bartenders are really good listeners if you want to unload anything bothering you."
"Ah, it's personal not much anyone can help with."
She just said OK and left him alone. As time went by Jim's depression was getting more obvious. He ordered another round; She brought it over and just stood there leaning over with her arms on the bar. When he looked up at her she reached out her hand saying; "I'm Becka!"
Jim shook her hand saying; "Jim, nice to meet you." She smiled.
Now he was seeing not just a bartender, although a friendly person. In the dim light of the bar, she didn't look as if she was a show stopping model. Although she had something in her eyes that wanted to be friends.
From what he could see, Becka had a nice girl next door look to her face with long auburn colored hair pulled back in a ponytail that flowed down past her elbows, and the warmest green eyes ever. Her appearance was mostly hidden due to the somewhat dim lighting in the bar and her work clothes. From what he could see he guessed she maybe had a nice figure, not chunky at all and stood about 6 inches shorter than Jim. All this guessing about her figure was all in his head since the clothes she was wearing were not revealing what so ever. In the dark bar light, she seemed to be maybe 30 years old.
"Becka, that's not a very common name for down south here."
"Well, actually it's Rebecka, most everyone either calls me Becky or Becka."
"Excuse me, I didn't mean anything by it, although I do like Becka out of all three."
She smiled letting go of his hand. "So, I can see your depressed, talk to me maybe I can help."
Jim just sighed.
"You know how people are now days, so fake -- so plastic. It just seems there's not that many real people left in this world."
She nodded her head knowing full well he was generalizing about most of the people she had encountered while bartending as well. Telling him sometimes you have to dig through a lot of weeds to find that special blossom. He just laughed saying to many weeds and not enough years left.
Becka leaned over and told him, I can see your beating around the bush. Come on, tell me what's really bothering you.
Jim sighed again, telling her he knew she listens to all the woes people have and didn't want to hear his. She reached over pacing her hand on top of his saying she had been bartending for ten years and sometimes she came up with good advice.
"OK, spill the beans, what's bothering you?"
Jim downed his drink and started telling her about his wife leaving him, being alone, not having any ambition in starting the dating thing again. And life just sucked with all this loneliness.
She asked about dating apps. He told her all of them he had seen were fake, although yes there was tinder. Explaining he was never into one-night-stands and stayed away from such things. Her eyes sparked a little bit thinking this must be a really good man. She pushed more saying sometimes you can meet women during the day out shopping. Most women don't have the same defensive barrier up while shopping as they do at clubs at night.
He pushed back saying that during the week this was impossible due to work, and on weekends he had only noticed rings on fingers.
Becka looked into his eyes and said; "Sometimes you can miss something right in front of you." Jim's brain woke up a little and a small sideways grin came across his face.
They talked a while longer exchanging histories and woes to each other, all too well knowing where this might be heading. At one point Jim looked into her eyes; "You know, I have a big formal client gathering coming up with my company would you do me the honor of being my plus-one?"
This spooked Becka and she replied; "I've never dated a customer before." Jim frowned a little thinking yea it figures and changed the subject. A little while longer knowing his limit of driving after four scotch's he paid the tab. Telling her he needed to go, she placed her hand on top of his saying; "Is this only a one-time visit?"
Jim grunted; "I told you before, I don't do one-night stands." She threw a wadded-up napkin at him saying; "See you next time."
