The following is the first part of a short story that will comprise of a handful of chapters,
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All characters are over the age of 18.
Life had thrown Rashida Aziz a lot of curveballs,
Born to a pair of immigrants who came to America from Morocco she was raised in a rather traditional and modest family,
Traditional and modest were not words that could have described Rashida,
She had quite the reputation throughout high school as a 'wild child', whatever parties she attended would soon become way out of hand, she jumped from boyfriend to boyfriend faster than a frog leapt over six lanes of traffic and she partook in every form of consumption and debauchery that her parents ever mentioned much less forbade, and had the time of her life doing it.
But things got very real very quickly when she found herself missing her period a few days after a particularly wild and hard to remember house party,
As you can probably guess she was indeed pregnant.
Her parents were furious with her, not only was she engaging in behaviour that they had spent her lifetime pushing against, but she had been such an effective liar that this was the first hint they had ever received that Rashida was not the perfect little angel they had assured themselves she was,
She thought her father was going to have an aneurysm when she told him she had no clue who the father was.
That was the last straw for them, furious with her betrayal they handed her money for a bus ticket and her suitcase and kicked her out of the house,
She used that bus ticket to move to the other end of the state,
As you may have expected life was hard for a pregnant single mother in an unfamiliar town with no home, no job and no connections,
With no other choice, she desperately marched around town, lugging around her suitcase and her ever-expanding belly from job interview to job interview with a handful of resumes she had written on a legal pad in ballpoint pen,
Needless to say, she didn't find much success.
Until one day she walked into a small fledging landscaping company owned by a young man named Clark who had put it together with money he had inherited from his grandfather,
To this day Rashida claims she can still smell the paint drying on the office wall,
Perhaps he pitted her, perhaps something about her attitude and makeshift resume that impressed him, or perhaps he just related to someone starting their life over as he was,
Regardless he gave her the job as his company's first ever secretary, he hadn't even realized he needed a secretary but she took to it like white on rice, turning an enterprise that started as one guy working out of a glorified garage into a business that had a chance of making some money.
They would see a change in their relationship when Clark would come into work early one morning and find her sleeping in a makeshift bed made of topsoil at the back of the warehouse,
Refusing to let one of his employees, close friends, and especially a pregnant woman live in those conditions he had her move into the other side of a duplex he had also inherited from his grandfather and was planning to rent out,
He gave her a ride to and helped pay for her first ultrasound, and even let Rashida drag him into the room with her to see the first glimpses of her son,
He helped her build the crib and baby-proof her home,
And most importantly on one fateful day, he woke up in the dead of night to drive her to the hospital where she gave birth to her son Aaron Clark Aziz on May 21st at 2:05 in the morning.
The two continued to be close as Aaron grew up,
Both of them were there to watch his first steps across the office kitchen, Clark gave Aaron his first driving lesson in the company truck, and once he was old enough Clark gave Aaron his first job at his landscaping company, and for the first 18 years of Aaron's life he lived perfectly happily.
That is until Rashida's diagnosis,
You see she had almost entirely put her party girl days behind her, everything except her smoking habit that she didn't drop until she was diagnosed with a rather nasty form of lung cancer a few months ago.
Aaron felt like he was going to puke when he heard about it,
His mother was his only family, whenever he tried to contact his grandparents or any of his aunts he was met with the same cold isolating word,
'Unread',
And don't even get him started on trying to track down his father.
Clark probably took it just as hard, Aaron began to observe once he reached his teenage years that Clark was desperately infatuated by his mother, although he tried to keep it secret it was clear to everyone but Rashida herself how madly in love he was with her,
He had made it through slow seasons, economic crashes and even the mysterious nudity-causing virus 'The Spell' throwing the world into lockdown and freezing up business,
But this, this looked like it was going to end him,
A sober cloud of dread floated over both their homes and the business as Rashida went through the first round of the long shot that was Chemotherapy,
And on the day of her very last treatment, Aaron found himself sprawled out on the couch scrolling through Netflix, too bored to make any sort of selection and too depressed to get up and do something else,
He just kept flipping through menus and checking his phone, repeating that cycle for at least an hour before a knock on the door snapped him out of it,
As soon as he opened the door he sucked in air in surprise.
"Hey Chloe," Aaron said nervously, his voice ready to break at any moment, "What's up?"
"My mom was making cookies and thought you guys could do with some," Chloe smiled, handing him the large Tupperware, careful to not let their fingers touch, "It's your mom's last day of Chemo right?"
"Yep," Aaron nodded, holding the Tupperware at waist height,
You couldn't blame Aaron for having trouble thinking right now,
He had had a crush on the little red-headed girl across the street since before either of them had entered grade school, a crush that had persisted through bad acne, tweenage social awkwardness and perhaps the worst pair of braces he had ever seen on a girl, until today with the beautiful young grown woman standing before him.
It also didn't help his sanity much that she was butt ass naked,
You see she had an older sister who had gone off to college as the two of them had entered their senior year of high school, when she had come back for the summer she was very clearly infected by the spell,
For the last couple weeks of high school Chloe had to live with her head down as rumour spread through the hall of that girl's naked older sister with the 'super tits,' he remembered them being called.
So it was, for lack of a better term, surprising when during graduation, three months after her 18th birthday, as she walked across the stage to accept her diploma and immediately after shaking hands with the principal she threw off her robe, revealing a goddess-like body with shapely legs, a bald pussy and round bouncing breasts that every man in the audience would immediately commit to memory, before jumping off the stage to give her sister the biggest hug she could manage,
Over the next couple days, it would be evident that Chloe's mother and father joined their daughters in the nudie lifestyle, at one point asking to borrow Clark and his truck to help them donate trash bags full of clothes to Goodwill.
