I just got out of court. My divorce of fourteen years was over. I should have known something was up, but I worked too much to notice the small things. My son had chosen to stay with his cheating mother. I am sure he had something to do with it.
He, being my neighbor. He made nearly triple what I made financially; it took both of us working to keep our house in a nice neighborhood. I worked two full-time jobs and was still barely staying afloat. Now she was with him and wouldn't have to work another day.
In the divorce settlement, they had let me keep the house. Why wouldn't they? I thought as I opened the door to my now-vacant home. He simply sold his house and bought a new one a few streets down so that my son could go to the same school.
"Fifty-three!" I shook my head as I poured myself another drink.
The sight of them fucking on my bed as I came home was still drilled into my head.
A smile crept over my face as I sipped on my drink, I remembered telling a coworker about the situation. "You know what's funny?" he asked me. "Usually, the white guy comes home and finds the black guy fucking his wife; this time, it was the reverse."
That still caused me to smile. Not only was he old, white, and wealthy, he now had my wife and son. Of course, my son took his mom's side. After all, she was always home, plus the new guy could buy him any video game, a new phone or anything he wanted.
I threw the glass across the room; it shattered against the wall. "Shit!" I said as I looked at the broken pieces on the floor. The noise woke up the four guinea pigs that were in their large cage in the corner. "It's okay," I said as their loud squeaks filled the room.
I uncovered them and saw their small faces peering up at me. I pulled out some hay and gave it to the hungry beggars. They were supposed to be for my son, but as usual, after a while, it fell on us to take care of them. Then it fell on me, and I didn't have the heart to give them away. I covered them back up for the night and looked at the broken glass on the floor.
"I will get it in the morning," I said as I turned off the light.
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"Didn't expect to see you today," my boss said as he passed my office.
"Why not?" I asked.
"You know why," he said as he entered. "I told you that you could take some time off."
"I got divorced, I wasn't diagnosed with cancer," I replied.
"Same thing," he said. "Both are life-altering and sometimes fatal."
"I won't do anything stupid," I said even though the thought had come in my head many times over the past four months.
"Time off, starting now," he barked. "That's an order."
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I walked through the grocery store, ready to pick things out for a long stay at home. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."
There on the other aisle was Elise and my son, standing next to them was him. They eyed me and started to walk the other way. I wanted to stop my cart and walk away as well when he came around the corner.
"This is ridiculous," he said, walking towards me. "We are bound to bump into each other."
We stood staring at each other for what seemed like hours but was probably a few seconds. My grip on the shopping cart tightened.
"We should go," Elise said from behind him.
"No," he said. "We can't keep avoiding each other. We are grownups."
"Martin?" Elise said.
"He is right," I answered, looking over his shoulder at my twelve-year-old son. I had tried to teach him that anger wasn't the answer to everything, even though right now, I wanted to knock this fifty-three-year-old man's head clear off his shoulders.
"Frederick ..." he began to say.
"I know who you are," I turned to look at him. "We were neighbors. You came to my son's fourth birthday party; we went on your boat when you first bought it?"
Frederick shifted a bit as he lifted his rimmed glasses over his eyes. "Yes, yes, I do," he said as he looked back at me. "No hard feelings? These things happen, libidos and all?" he said as he offered his hand.
I gripped it tightly and squeezed. "Of course not," I said, I pulled him close. "Treat them well, or I won't let you get off so easily."
Frederick recomposed himself and nodded. "We will see you around?"
"Of course," I nodded as they walked away. My son smiled at me as he walked away with them.
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One morning on my boss given staycation I went out to get the mail. "New neighbor," I said, looking at the large SUV parked in Frederick's old driveway.
"Hi," a lady said, bounding up to me from the other direction.
"Hi," I replied, slightly caught off guard by the lady with the ginger hair, jogging in the spot in front of me.
"You must be my neighbor," she said. "Liz," she said, introducing herself.
"Hi Liz, I am Martin, and yes, I am the neighbor," I said, trying to keep my eyes on her face and not the vast mountains on her chest that were bouncing up and down.
Most of the neighborhood was staring at her.
"Seems, I have made quite the impression," Liz said as she continued to bounce up and down.
"That would be the understatement of the year," I said, peering over her shoulder.
"I think it's the boobs," Liz whispered with a smile.
"Most definitely," I whispered back.
"I should go back inside, huh?" Liz smiled.
"That would be a good thing," I smiled back.
"Nice seeing you," Liz said as she ran towards her house.
I watched as her long ginger hair tucked into a ponytail went away. "Not only the boobs," I said as I watched her tight ass in the small black shorts run up the driveway to her house.
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The next morning my bell rang, I opened the door to see Liz standing in the doorway. She smiled as she walked inside. "What are you doing this weekend?" she asked as she headed for the kitchen.
She was dressed in what I was beginning to think was her usual attire of a tight sports top that strained to contain her massive chest and small black shorts. "Good morning," I said as I closed the door. "How are you?"
"Yeah, yeah," Liz said as she looked at me. "Answer the question. Cups?"
"Top cupboard over the stove, nothing, why?" I answered as I watched her tiptoe to get a cup down. She was slightly short. I would guess five foot, four maybe with long ginger hair, blue eyes, obviously in shape from her toned, muscular legs to her tight stomach.
"Good," Liz smiled as she poured herself a glass of water. "You're coming with me; I usually take a friend with me on a hiking/camping trip."
"Hiking and camping?" I shook my head.
"Aww, piggies!" Liz said, putting the glass down and going over to their large cage.
"Yes, and I don't take no for an answer."
Without me asking, she had already lifted the lid and scooped one out. "What's your name?" she said in that cute voice everyone makes when they talk to small animals.