Only If She’s Pacing Part One

Only If She's Packing Part one, Chapter one

Copyright Catcher78 All Rights Reserved

Author's Notes: These are my stories and they may not be copied nor sampled. This story begins with poverty and hardship is about transgender cross dressing, ebony models, and love and kids.

My name is Teddy Benedict I grew up on Queen Anne Hill in Seattle. The high school had long closed, so I went to Franklin High School, on a bus.

My dad had been in Desert Storm and was a Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant and drove an M-113 Automated Personnel Carrier (APC). Its Armament was twofold: Cadillac Gage turret fitted with twin mounted M1919 Browning machine guns and Ma Deuce, Browning QCB machine guns. They also had the TOW anti-tank missile system. He would often remark the armament was fine, the armor sucked. Three quarter inch thick aluminum, augmented with sand bags.

I was fourteen when he went over there and my mom was an escort. Worked for service that was run by Seattle Policemen in the Fairmount Olympic Hotel. She made good money, had a 1973 Silver Mercedes 450 SE, she was in love with one of the cops who was married. She didn't cook, I had turkey pot pies and hominy in cans, eggs and Vienna Sausages in a can.

She went on a vacation to Las Vegas for a month during my baseball season and I broke my hand when I got hit by a pitch and we had Tricare because my dad was in the reserves when it started and I was fourteen, anyway they refused to treat me. It was killing me.

I waived at this cop and he came over and I said, "Do you know Eddie Redmond?"

He gave me the side eye and I thought why the fuck should I cover for her or him, I said loudly, "He's her pimp and they left to work some conference in Las Vegas three weeks ago, my Dad's a Marine in Iraq driving an APC."

"My hand is broken and they won't treat me, I don't know how to get a hold of my dad or her."

"What did you do to your hand?"

"I was playing baseball, got hit by a pitch."

"Are you any good?"

I nodded yes, "I had a double in the gap the time before that, he was trying to get me off the plate. I'm a catcher, I can throw and I can run."

"When did you last eat, " he heard my stomach grumbling, "Sunday I think, it was really Wednesday.

"What did you have, "he asked.

I put my forehead into my hand of my good arm which was resting on my leg and I just quit, or my body did and I collapsed on the floor.

I heard the same guy talking, "His mom is a whore, she left him three weeks ago to work a convention with her pimp, who is an ex-cop. I got an APB for both of them, CPS is going to want to put him in the system, but his dad is a Marine, reserve in Desert Storm, he's a teacher.

The doctor said, "He's awake, his pulse spiked when you said CPS."

"Who's your dad son?"

"He is Big Bill Benedict, Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant, he drives a M-113 APC."

"How old is he?"

"He's fifty two he was in Vietnam, he has thirty four years as a Marine, went to college on the GI-Bill. He teaches at O'Dea Catholic Boy's high school."

"Is he healthy, "that was the doctor asking.

"Sort of I guess, he favors his left side, which is where he was shot, leg, side and shoulder, he said it was the rehab, that made it stronger. He smokes cigars too. He's six foot three and weighs two fifty. He's a mean son of a bitch."

I continued, "Doc, my hand is fucking killing me."

"You were dehydrated, so we're getting some fluids into you. Can you tell me when you last ate and what it was?"

"I heated up a can of hominy and added some water with soy sauce oh and crackers. It was last Wednesday."

"Why were you playing baseball?"

"Baseball all I got, my way out."

Word leaked out to her pimp and she escaped from Las Vegas. I mean if they brought her back, it wasn't like she was the mother of the year candidate and she'd be in jail until she got bailed out and she'd go back to work or leave either way I was fucked. I never saw her again.

They operated on my hand and put some pins in it so, I would miss the rest of baseball that summer.

The biggest concern for the hospital was who would pay for the surgery and three days in the bed. I had Tri-Care coverage as well as the medical plan from dad's teaching job. The hospital, was reaching out to the Navy as technically the Marines are part of the Navy, but the Navy did not give a shit.

In the closet was my uniform and my cleats, cleats are the shoes you wear with spikes. I could dress up and carry the shoes out and walk home. The weather was nice. The shifts changed at five o'clock or so, it was three thirty.

Then the cop walked in and he had an extra large pizza from Pizza Hut and I loved pizza and I could smell it. He put it on this small table and opened it up and there were paper plates and napkins. He put three pieces on a plate, it was sausage and pepperoni, and brought it to me. I hit the button and raised the bed. I pinned the plate with left hand which was in a cast and folded up a piece and started working on it.

It was far and away the best thing I'd ever eaten and I was humming and it was hot and it burned the roof of my mouth, but it was so good. The end crust piece, I tore that with my teeth and chewed that. I made it through the three pieces and was full, but I could not let it go to waste.

He said, "What are your plans?"

I thought before I said anything. "Well, I was going to put on my uniform and walk home at the shift change at five o'clock. It's nice out and I would go bare foot. I can't waste that pizza though so I will stay and finish it and leave in the morning.

The hospital is worried about getting paid. I'm pretty sure one of the coverages tri-care or blue cross will pay them, elsewise they would have kicked me out."

He said, "How much did you weigh at Christmas?"

It felt like a trick question, "One seventy and I'm five foot eleven."

"According to your chart you weigh one fifty five now. How would you eat?"

"I have a grandmother who lives in Phoenix, I could call her and she'd fly up and feed me. She used to be a baker."

"Why didn't you tell the hospital about her?"

"The bill is like fifteen thousand dollars, I heard them talking. She's retired and I'm not her dependent."

Chapter Two

He gave me his phone and I called her, Grandma Hazel, she came, dad came home, I played college baseball at the University of Washington and got married and had three kids McGee, Thomas and Bill with Hannah.

The marriage was great at first, but she had "daddy issues" and had a series of affairs, mostly with her bosses. There were hook ups for sure as well. I had two revenge affairs. I concluded that I had no leverage in any relationship, with her or anyone else. I hired a private investigator and got tons of videos, interviews etc.

I set up a three day weekend up in the San Juans at Orcas Island. Other than an occasional, desultory blow job that always finished with her jerking me off, our sex life had stopped.

Her career had taken off, she was a big deal in personnel management.

I had no feelings for her at this point, her current position had a plus one Christmas party and we sat at the table with her boss and his wife four years ago. Hannah and his wife got up to get some dessert and I leaned into him and said, "I could give a shit about you fucking her, but if you don't get more discrete I'll beat you to death, slowly. Nod if you understand, " he did, "good. I understand that your wife is aware and you share Hannah. I'm getting up as if I'm going to the rest room and I am leaving. Our kids are out of the house in college or working. I'm not going to divorce her, but she is free to live with you."

That's what Hannah did until her boss got another job in Los Angeles and she moved back. I was not sleeping in our former bedroom. I had three other choices when she returned. I had not spoken to her in three years other than a house refinance on our place in Indianola.

She was surprised about the Orcas Island thing and acted pleased, but I could see her worrying about having sex with me. I had not turned into a monk, but would go to bars and connect. I looked prosperous. Married women were the safest, no STDs and not looking for anything other some strange and discretion. By this point I had several folks, if not on a rotation that I was comfortably involved with and even had weekend getaways.

Our kids were appalled at their mother, except my daughter McGee who was unmarried with two kids and a partner and a long term girlfriend. Our sons largely avoided both of us.

So the drive to Orcas Island was pleasant. We got to Anacortes, then rode the ferry through several stops and arrived on the Island and stayed at the North Beach Inn which was rustic. There was a wood cook stove which was both the cabin's heat source and way to cook. I made some pasta with ground pork and beef, onions, garlic and aged Romano cheese, green beans and garlic and some decent Zinfandel that was seven years old.

Hannah gushed about the meal and thanked me as I cleared the table, we talked about the kids. I opened another bottle of petit Syrah that I got from Trader Joes and brought the folder with all the interviews and video. I did not want this to turn into a weird perv thing, I'm not a cuckold.

I started, "Hannah, I want to get along publicly and for our kids. That said, I know everything or at least most of your affairs and with whom, outside of random hook ups. I don't wish to have sex with you ever again. We were both a mess when we got together and what happened, happened."

"I assure you I'm not a monk and am comfortable in that context. If you continue to be indiscrete with your bosses I will destroy you and your career. You will be on porn sites, everyone you know will receive this including all the spouses of your fuck buddies and our kids and your siblings. Just be discrete, take it to Seattle or Tacoma as long as my friends don't see it I'm fine."

She said, "You're not perfect."

So I went for the kill, "I had two affairs. I fell in love with one of them, she was married and sleeping with another guy and woman and she dumped me. The other person wanted to get married and I didn't. Hannah, you've fucked so many men and women that I know about, just understand I'm not asking you to stop, just be discrete, ultimately it will be bad for your career."

"Who in hell paid for your plastic surgery? You went from B-Cups to DD-Cups and some face work and dentistry and butt implants for God's sake? You were the most beautiful woman I've ever known and now you look like a porn star."

She said, "Jim paid for it all Sue and I both got it, you didn't mention the rhinoplasty for my nose."

Chapter Three

We left the next morning. I slept in the back of my Yukon, I had an air mattress and two sleeping bags, stocking cap and pillows. In the folder there was evidence that she had twice had STDs, Chlamydia and Gonorrhea and been treated and it listed her partners, but since I had not fucked her for a very long time I was spared. But I was afraid that one of them would jump off of her onto me. Infantile for sure, but there you are.

Life for me economically was good. I am a consulting economist and worked all over the continent. Sort of feast and famine, no money then huge payoffs, managing my taxes was difficult but I was okay. She got a huge job with an aerospace company located in Seattle huge pay raise.

I was working in Ottawa, Ontario with people who absolutely detested me because I was an American, when Hannah got her new job. I heard about it from my attorney Hiam Feinberg who sent me an email from the Seattle Business Journal.

I asked him to start the private investigator activities again. I finished my gig three weeks later. Flying from Ottawa to Seattle was a pain in the ass. Ottawa to Detroit, go through customs, Detroit to Ohare airport in Chicago, Chicago to Seattle. I took a cab to long term parking and got my Yukon and drove south on I-5 and then across the Narrows bridge and up Highway three off at Poulsbo and went my way home to Indianola.

I parked in front of the house and went in through the front door and turned off the alarm. The house smelled empty. I went through to the kitchen and opened the fridge to get a beer and it was empty and turned off. We had freezers out in the shed that had stuff which I could cook, at least I thought there were. I grabbed my keys and went out to check.

They too were empty and turned off. I went inside and found an unopened bottle of Evan Williams bourbon and put it up on the counter. I walked through the house and went downstairs to where our former master bedroom was and her clothes were gone and in my office she had taken a file cabinet that had my tax stuff and then my desk top computer as well.

I trudged upstairs and looked in a couple of cabinets and found several packages of Ramen noodles, two sardine cans, dried cranberries and peanut butter. I started the fridge so that the ice maker would make some ice I was going to need.

I had a realization that made me rush to the bathroom and throw up everything I'd eaten in the last two weeks in Ottawa and on the plane. I ripped off my clothes and turned on the shower and cleansed my foul smelling body, rinsed my mouth out with the shower spray and the realization was that Hannah and my mother were the same person, if not corporally they were both whores, Hannah just made more money.

End Only If She's Packing Part one, Chapter three

Only If She's Packing Part Two, Chapter one

Copyright Catcher78 All Rights Reserved

Author's Notes: These are my stories and they may not be copied nor sampled. This story begins with poverty and hardship is about transgender cross dressing, ebony models, and love and kids.

Life went on, Hannah had left three memory sticks on the kitchen table that had all of our financial stuff, tax stuff, etc. Nothing else no notes.

I bought a new smart phone and with some notice to our kids moved to a new carrier and bought them new phones and put them on my new carrier which resulted in Hannah's phone being turned off. I changed the security codes and actually put up bars on the windows. I spent way too much money getting my old Yukon, re-ignitioned with new locks.

We had a dormant line of credit. The line of credit was seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars and the home's value was one point five million dollars. I pulled out the limit on the line of credit and put it in my credit union.

I had fallen in love with a beautiful ebony model who was twenty seven years old who I had met in Dallas. I first saw her on Facebook's Negro Digest and in a chance meeting she was hooking up with the owner of the failing firm I was trying to fix. I mean daily coming in and fucking his brains out. His name was Bill Barnes and he was close to seventy and I got him removed from the company because he was a disaster.

Essence comes in one wearing a rain coat and I'm sitting in Bill's old office. She walks in and my back is turned and she closed the door and I turned around and she had platform stripper stilettos on her feet, with black thigh high stockings and nothing else. Stunningly beautiful woman, gorgeous face, light freckles across her face, loose ringlets of hair cascading down to her shoulders, her full red lips and she had green eyes.

Her nipples were pierced and her amazingly big, soft, jiggly tits that moved as she took breath. Her tummy was pooched, and she had this riot of thick black hair coming from her cunt and a line going up to her belly button. Her thick beautiful thighs, gave way to her glorious calves and ankles, red toenail polish and then matching nail extensions on her fingers.

I was so hard and it hurt. I said, "Sweet Jesus you're Essence Peterson, I saw your pictures on Facebook and you are the most beautiful woman I've ever, ever seen. Fuck me, I want you so bad."

She batted her eyelashes at me, with very long extensions, which made my dick twitch. She was playing me like a fiddle. I motioned with my finger for her to twirl around and then I saw the first wonder of the world which was her ass. It was immense and fat and jiggly and I had to have it.

She looked over her shoulder and said, "You like baby?"

I came around from my desk and walked towards her and met her and her body was melded to me and were kissing and my tongue is very, very long and we ended up against the door which I locked. I started kissing her neck and she groaned and said, "Oh Christ, oh fuck."

My dick was small if seven inches was small, but way bigger than old Bill and I was grinding on her cunt, while giving her a hickey and she came, groaning and shuddering and I did not stop and she had one small orgasm after another. I resumed kissing her, this time slowly and tenderly looking into each other's eyes. I had never, ever felt this before. It was maybe twenty minutes and I could not stop looking into her soul. I pulled her towards my desk and gently bent her over it with her legs, I mean porno star beautiful, utterly perfect.

She said, "I need your dick baby, take me white boy, you got a nice dick, come on don't make me beg, "just then my hands opened up her butt cheeks and I started eating her ass with my very long tongue, burying my face in her ass just as she pushed back into my face. I reached between her legs and started rubbing her clit which was quite long, like an infant sized dick.

She grunted and then had a massive orgasm and tried break my hand and face with those glorious thighs. I stood up and dropped my pants and boxers and pushed my dick all the way into a very tight cunt, apparently Bill was not very big.

She squealed, and said, "Fuck me Daddy, I'm yours fill me up with your seed. I did. Several times.

From behind and missionary on the floor, which is when I said, "I'm Teddy and I don't think I'm ever going to stop doing this as long as I'm breathing."

I was living in a condo, near Plano, which is just North East of Dallas. It had three bedrooms. She had a ten year old girl, Julie, from her step father and a three year old daughter from Bill, Jasmin. I explained the shit with Hannah and said, I had already instructed Hiam Feinberg to file the divorce. I got down on one knee in front of Julie and Jasmin and proposed and gave her a huge diamond ring. The girls were clapping and crying, Essence kept telling me how much she loved me. I said, "You have my whole heart and I wanted to adopt the girls."

I instructed him to have Hannah served at work. His latest report was weird, she was part of a swinger's group and living on the East Side of Seattle in Kirkland with her secretary who was maybe twenty two, younger than our kids.

Essence was pregnant and with twins, two girls. Hannah had been served at work and I had not alerted our kids and she did not tell them either so there was peace for a while. Through her attorney Sophie Tsakalakis was demanding counselling. I told Hiam to set it up in three weeks. I wrapped up the case and got a seven figure payment wired to my account in the Cayman Islands, where the money from the credit line now sat earning at about twenty five percent the last time I checked.

Essence and our girls were blown away by my home and settled in. Julie was enrolled in Kingston Middle School and Jasmin went to a Montessori preschool.

I brought Essence to the counselling session and she was at the beginning of her second trimester and big as a house. When Hannah came in she saw Essence who held up her engagement ring and she was crestfallen.

She said, "Why did you have me served at work, to embarrass me?"

"I have no idea where you live and being part of a swinger's group and living with your secretary is hardly discrete. I have not spoken with you in five years."

Hannah said, "I will sign the papers so everyone can move on."