Did Not See This Coming Part One

Did Not See This Coming Part one

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Author's notes: These are my stories and you cannot use them. I try to advance stories through characters, talking to one another and thinking. So called stream of consciousness, Jack Kerouac and Ken Kesey most known for that. I'm not them. Not your deal please move on. Everyone here fucking is eighteen or older. There is a little punching and kicking, but related to any sexual activity per se.

I'd been a consulting economist for almost twenty five years. It meant some travel, heavy at times. Non-existent at others. New York City, Albany, New York, Dallas, Phoenix, Portland, Oregon, Walla Walla, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Bozeman, Montana.

My name is Tom Walker and Anna and I have three mostly grown children. McGee our oldest is almost thirty and she is in a polyamorous relationship with a pole dancer stripper and Greg. Jake our middle son is a chef with lots of overnight friends, waitresses he is twenty eight, and Bill our youngest is twenty four and in a long term, relationship with Greta.

I was forty five and Anna was forty three. We lived near Indianola, Washington, our home was on Miller Bay, an estuary, with oysters, three different salmon runs (silver, chum and pinks) plus sea-run cutthroat. I just love living there. We raised three kids there, we did lose a full term baby for no real reason, that the doctor's told us, but then Bill came along and filled our heart with love.

Earlier in the day I was driving home from Walla Walla, called Anna and said I was going through Snoqualmie Pass and what with ferry traffic I thought I'd be home at seven tonight. All of our kids were moved out, but we had a great dog, Ballou, one half Bernese mountain dog and one half rottweiler. He's my best friend.

I caught an earlier ferry, so I rolled in a half hour earlier than I expected at six thirty. I walked in and noticed there was a soft side bag Anna uses by the door but thought it might be some dry cleaning of mine, shirts etc. as I had not been home for some three weeks.

Anna was in the shower, singing which meant she was getting ready for a great evening, I dreamt about her ass almost every night I was gone in fucking Walla Walla. She was a stunningly beautiful woman, she looked like Anna Kendrick the singer, except her lips were plumper.

There was a box of pizza from Domino's sitting on the counter and I opened it up and there were three pieces left. That was weird.

The shower had stopped and I could hear Anna talking but had no idea, maybe it was McGee.

Where the hell was Ballou? His leash was hanging from the spot by the front door. I opened the French doors onto the deck and looked down towards the bay. I whistled for him which I could usually hear him in the bushes immediately but there was nothing.

I heard Anna behind me and she said, "Tom you're home early, come on in."

I was walking inside and she had this classic little black dress on, a backless version, five inch black stilettoes and hoop earrings. I stared at her and she looked away.

There were two more pieces of luggage and a carryon bag near the front door. I turned back to stare at her.

She said, "Babe we need to talk. There's so much to say, but we'll get through this, you'll see."

"In a few minutes I'm going to Milan with Eddie on our honeymoon. Eddie and I both want to thank you for raising Jake, who is Eddie's child of course."

"We'll be back in six weeks. Your bedroom is now McGee's old room and I moved your stuff in there, plus your computer."

"Where is Ballou?"

"Eddie hates dogs, McGee gave him to one of her girlfriends."

"Have you filed for divorce?"

"Of course not, I love you."

"But Eddie is going to sleep in my bed, is that correct?"

"Tom, Eddie's dick is almost fifteen inches long and what's the point? We've been back together for ten years and I don't feel you in me much at all. Your tongue is incredible though."

I started gagging, except there was nothing but water in my system.

"Tom, I never did that to you."

"One more thing, we left you some dinner, pizza from Dominos."

There were two beeps from a car horn

Anna smiled at me and asked me, "Will you help me with these bags?"

I turned from her and went back outside onto the deck. I'm an analytical kind of guy, but I played ball, football and baseball both. I was better at baseball. I had learned Kali the Philippine martial arts from growing next door to the Philippine consulate in Seattle. It is very spare and lethal, hands and elbows and mixed short kicks to the shins and sidekicks to the ankle.

I walked around the front of the deck and Eddie was putting some of her shit in the trunk of his Maserati Quattroporte sedan. He saw me coming and reached out to shake hands and my left hand parried away that right hand and my right elbow crushed his nose. As he started to crumble, I rolled back with my left elbow into the same spot of his face which sort of held him up. This allowed me to side kick his left high ankle area, causing a complete break.

Anna had this shocked look on her face, which was compounded by me driving the top of my foot between her legs lifting her off the ground several inches. She was running in place with her mouth in a big circle, muscle memory from sucking Eddie's big dick I suppose. It had no effect the first time so I did it again and she pitched face forward onto the grass portion of the drive way. She was squirming a little, so I kicked her again with the toe of my shoes. She threw up a bit.

I tossed him in the trunk and closed it and Anna in the back seat. I grabbed my phone and house keys. I locked all the doors and proceeded to get in the driver's seat, or try to. Eddie is only five foot seven, so I pushed the seat back, there was plenty of room for my dick, but not for my feet and shoulders. Jake and Bill were living with McGee and whoever was fucking her today in this huge eight bedroom house just outside of Kingston literally in the woods.

I called Jake as I left our driveway, he picked up right away and said, "Hi Tom how are you."

Apparently he was in on the betrayal calling me Tom, so I went with it, "Can you meet me up at the Ale House? Your mom and dad, need to get some last minute shots before their honeymoon and I just got home and I need to pack my shit up.

Can you have Bill drop you off and he can bring me back to their place."

Surprisingly he said, "Are you okay?"

I said, "One way or the other, it doesn't matter now does it. I will go back to Walla Walla, I have another six months worth of work. Wrap that up and figure out what's next. Dallas again, maybe."

He said, "Okay I'll see you there in ten minutes."

The drive was uneventful. Bill had a funky old black 2004 Chevy Impala and was waiting for me.

Jake jumped out and I handed him the keys and said, "Your mom is in the back seat and your dad is in the trunk."

"What did you do, "he asked?

"He shouldn't have smiled at me after cuckolding me, causing me to lose my beloved son and wife. I thought I had a good life. I was a fool."

I got in the front seat of the Impala and asked Bill, "Can you take me back to the house, I'm headed back to Walla Walla."

"Why are you doing that, "Bill asked me.

"I just told Jake, I lost my beloved son and wife and apparently everyone knew about it, but me."

"There is nothing here for me, she moved my shit out of our bedroom for him, she's been with him in our house for ten or fifteen years and you all ghosted me. You're all dead to me now. You and McGee are most likely not mine either. Whether or not you are or not no longer matters to me. Fucking McGee gave Ballou away because Eddie doesn't like dogs."

He did not respond at all the whole way, which made me suspect I hit the nail on the head about him and McGee being sired by some other stallion other than Eddie.

I went inside and got my computers, several desk tops, one of which Anna used and carried them out to my Mitsubishi Montero SUV, got all my clothes, shoes, books, six bottles of Evan Williams bourbon. That was all I needed

Anna's Volvo 740, her prize car was in the car port, I cut off the valve stems with box cutters and poured a pound of sugar into the gas tank with my trusted funnel.

I had planted the seed about going back to Walla Walla, but I was done there In the past three years I had been paid just over six hundred thousand dollars and most of it I'd put into a credit union with just my name on it, some of the sources were sketchy, as in I was paid in cash. My grandmother Hazel, told me with her last dying breath that she did not trust Anna, so I put that aside.

I drove up to state highway one zero four that ran between Kingston and Poulsbo and drove to Joe's Automotive. I pulled in next to a 1977 GMC Suburban. It was a project rig that Joe and his son had done for me. It was painted flat black and the windows, except the front window, were tinted.

The keys were above the sun visor on the driver's side. I moved all the stuff from Montero into the Suburban. There were bench seats in the front and then a second row. There was anodized rubber floor coverings. This was Intended to be my fishing rig for me and my boys. I was going to be able to hose out fish guts.

I took the Montero's keys and wrote up that I needed a new engine installed, rebuilt was fine and put the keys into the hole in the door into Joe's garage.

I walked back to the Suburban. I had them install a rebuilt Chevy 361 inch inline six cylinder engine with three two barrel Weber carburetors (used to be called tri-power). The engine was built for a cab over delivery truck in the early 1950s. It had a three speed on the floor synchromesh, with a granny gear for snow or mud. There was a four wheel drive with manual locking four wheel drive.

There was a good sound system. My music ran from Johnny Horton singing North to Alaska to Chick Correa and Stanley Clarke. The wheels were flat black stock wheels and big knobbed meaty tires.

Since it was a straight six cylinder the single exhaust stack came up just outside the driver side door and then up in the air above the roof, like they do on the Australian rigs.

I closed the door, turned the key on and checked the gauges, their were two gas tanks, an oil gauge, a temperature gauge and lastly a tachometer. They all looked perfect. Hooked up my seat belt.

I was kind of lost in this moment, I was going north, I was utterly dying inside. I depressed the clutch, and turned the key, a huge starter motor grinding and then a big throaty bwaaaap out of that stack, followed by burbles as I let off the gas pedal.

I turned on the sound system and said, "Siri play Johnny Horton, North to Alaska."

God I thought, he could sing, unlike Big Sam, I didn't have no sweet little Jenny waiting for a band of gold on her hand.

I slowly rolled out behind the garage and the mobile home that Joe's son lived in and turned up the grade towards the highway. It was eight o'clock and I thought I better turn on the lights. I rolled left towards Poulsbo and slowly accelerated in second gear and then went into third and right at fifty five and into fourth, she was quiet as a panther in the jungle.

I was hungry so I turned left on highway three headed to Central Market. I parked in the back of parking lot and sought out some water bottles, mixed nuts, then I bought three premade chicken salad sandwiches with dried cranberries on dark wholewheat. I paid in cash and walked out the entrance on the north side of the store and McGee drove through the parking lot, and went right by me standing next to the store without noticing me.

That was providence. I made it back to my rig and got in and sure enough they were driving around the lot trying to find a parking spot and went by my rig twice. I opened the can of mixed nuts and set them on the bench seat, along with one of the sandwiches and one of the waters.

I took a deep breath and tried to center myself and tried to calm down. I didn't want to get trapped on the ferry so I got onto highway three headed south down and across the Narrows Bridge. Once on the other side of the Narrows, it was about five minutes to where I was able to connect with I-5 headed north.

I came out of that underpass and I was in second and the traffic was easily seventy five and I was in second gear going fifty or so and I put my foot in it and a loud BWAAP and double shifted into third and I was going eighty two and let off the gas and settled in at seventy five in the right lane and asked Siri to play Uncle Lucious, Keep The Wolves Away and I had another sandwich and the song made me weep.

I wept for what I'd never really had and what a fool I'd been. I was running away from air, no real wife, fuck the house, no kids. I can hear the folks that read this story saying where did this all come from, well fuckers that's life.

I pushed the two buttons on the dash to turn on cruise control and to set it at seventy two miles per hour and it was now eight thirty in the evening. It was one hundred miles to Lynden, Washington and I would cross at nine thirty.

The crossing was uneventful into Aldergrove-Langley and as I waited I turned my phone on and there was a single text from Anna saying she was sorry for breaking my heart and to come back and she would make it up to me. I responded with a text and said, "I'm done". I hit send and as I crossed into Canada, there was no longer a connection and I turned it off.

I checked into a Best Western Inn and got two beds with a microwave and a fridge.

There was a pizza place down the street called Buddy's. I got a large with sausage, olives and mushrooms and drove down to pay for it. I bought a six pack of Mill Street Pale Ale.

I ate half the pie with three beers and was bloated as fuck. I had some food for the next day, not sure what the next way point might be, but like Big Sam, I was headed North.

End Did Not See This Coming Part one

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