All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination.
They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment.
Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives.
Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story are 18 years of age or older.
Hope you enjoy!
Just the beginning of what can happen when you're a fairly young couple and you help out someone whose daughter needs a place to stay for her freshman year of college.
I saw "just the beginning", and I realized that I have several stories that are continuing stories and, despite the quarantine, there just aren't enough hours in the day to continue all of them at once.
One at a time I guess.
Larry and Veronica were not your typical couple. Or maybe, in this day and age, they were. Larry was a big guy, strong looking even though he did nothing to augment that look - it was just a product of genes and heredity that he had nothing to do with. About six foot two, nearly black hair that was always neatly cut and groomed, square jaw that made you think he might have been a prize fighter at one time (he wasn't, in fact he had only ever been in one fist fight and that was when he was nine years old -- he won that one). Big hands and big feet which belied a very gentle personality that people immediately fell in love with, particularly females who were fortunate enough to have him ask them for a date. However, unlike his parents who were married at 19 and had him at 20, he was in no hurry to tie any knots and was only interested in casual dating and having a good time. Lots of his dates were interested in a good time too, and many were had. While they weren't exactly one-night stands, Larry made it known in very clear terms that nothing would be permanent or long-lasting, much to the chagrin of most of them.
When he hit 30, it was like that "ticking clock" thing that women have, hit him as well. Coincident with that feeling overtaking him, he met Veronica, quite by accident -- literally, as he rear-ended her car two blocks from home and she came out of that car with a look on her face that might have sent Hannibal Lecter fleeing for his life.
"What the hell are you doing? Are you a blind idiot?" she fairly screamed at him.
First of all, Larry felt horrible that he had hit her car. Secondly, she was a picture, at least physically, of the kind of woman he thought he could go for, if he ever went for one. Long red hair, green eyes, very nice figure although most of it was hidden, a few freckles that were fascinating, even though her voice was assaulting his eardrums mercilessly. He wondered what she'd sound like speaking normally.
Now she had gotten to his window and saw him. Something had happened. "I'm so sorry to have yelled like that she said." The voice sounded much nicer this way. She had gotten a good look at Larry and had quickly changed her tone.
"I'm so sorry," he said. "I guess my mind just wandered. I'm covered and I'll do whatever it takes to make it right with you." As he said that he wondered if it was the right thing to say and how she would take it. But he realized, she was already affecting him in a way he wasn't used to. He had gotten out and surveyed the damage which wasn't much at all, nothing to his car actually and just a big scratch and tiny dent in her bumper.
He knelt down to inspect the damage and she was quickly kneeling beside him. The breeze blowing across her and toward him wafted a wonderful scent that he was quickly savoring. He looked at her.
"Not much damage," he said, not realizing yet how much damage had been done to his "no long-term connection" facade.
She was looking back at him, trying to fathom the little smile he had, wondering what it meant because it didn't seem to be connected to the "not much damage" comment he had just made. And he was looking at her, fascinated by the look she was giving him as she said nothing, just looked. He wondered how he could prolong this conversation, or maybe just the looking, as he was enjoying the feeling that was warming his body noticeably.
Veronica was a couple of years younger than Larry and her clock hadn't been ticking as of yet. She had been in a five year long live-in situation with a guy she had rather planned to spend the rest of her life with. So, no ticking clock there. Very suddenly though, he let her know that she was now a "move-out" as he had a new "live-in" ready to take her place. Her only consolation had been that she had not put everything into joint accounts, had not gotten rid of her car and had at least kept most of her identity, until there was something more permanent in place. However, the sour taste of the way the situation had ended was still lingering and she was not interested in finding a new man even though she did miss some of the feeling of belonging to something that had disappeared.
As you may have guessed and anticipated from what has been written already, the accident may have been their first meeting but most certainly wasn't their last. They had exchanged information, of course, so he had her cell number and address and, with the internet the way it was, probably anything else he wanted to know about her. And, with his male clock ticking and just a touch of her female loneliness moving to the fore, things progressed rapidly and the dark-haired guy and the redhead were quickly Mr. and Mrs.
With Larry situated as a commercial HVAC salesman and Veronica as a doctor's receptionist, things looked pretty settled as they quickly bought a house and were settled in comfortably. Needless to say, they were also enjoying each other very nicely, particularly at night, when they went to bed but did other things than sleep. Because of his life-style, Larry had a good bit of experience along those lines but, with very seldom getting past a third date, if that, his experience was long, but not very wide if you get what I mean. Veronica, on the other hand, being with one person for several years had sought to find more and better ways to accomplish the same thing, thus her experience was not very long, but much wider than his. This had been a rather pleasant surprise to him as, her every day manner and demeanor gave no hint of the hidden talents she had developed. Outwardly, and with friends, she was sweet, a little demure, blushed easily with that red-headed complexion and had everyone except Larry totally oblivious to the untamed tiger she could be on occasion. Not always of course, but wine, circumstances and, even Larry didn't know what else, could light a fire that seemed to smolder and then burst into an inferno, a very enjoyable inferno for him.
They had been living very comfortably in their house for over a year, getting to know the neighbors and now able to join in events with co-workers since they were no longer the single, odd man out that they often had been.
It was on a Tuesday, actually, that Veronica had gotten a call from her sister. They were less than three years apart in age and had been very close growing up. Veronica and Larry had actually visited her sister and family three times in the year they'd been married so the telephone call was not at all unusual. The subject of the call, however, was very unusual.
"Hey, Vern. How's things in Columbus?" Both girls had grown up in Columbus but sister Margaret and husband had moved to Canton, Ohio, for his work.
"Super, Marg. How about you?"
