Lipstick Part One.
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I was on the cover of Teen Vogue when I was in high school as well as many ads for high end runners. When I turned eighteen I was on several ads for the shoe company that made money with Michael Jordan. My name is Cecilia Bosko (Polish for barefoot) I have red hair with freckles from my hairline down to my boobies. I am five foot eleven and what they call full figured. FF-Cup and serious booty or so some of the girls on the track team told me.
I ran cross country for the Huskies (University of Washington) Go Dawgs! I had the perfect parents, Pete and Gladys, they would cheer for me from home and away meets at Holy Names and then for the Huskies. I hurt my right hip at the end of my sophomore year as I had tore the end of my femur off trying to kick towards a win.
Daddy had blonde hair and mommy did too.
Mommy and daddy would carry on every night, her shrieking and Daddy spanking her, calling her a cheating dirty whore, who'd you fuck this week bitch? The she'd say all your friends and their cocks are ginormous next to your picayune tiny pee stick, should I call you hummingbird dick? And then she'd bellow like a lost calf.
Sigh. I was all wet and Mommy told me to save myself for my husband.
University of Washington Hospital, three blocks from where I hurt my self was where they operated. The simple operation to remove the piece of bone, then reconstructive surgery on the femur and then reattachment of the ligament to the reconstructed femur. Three surgical events.
I could hear beeping and bad smells before I could really think, then surgery, fuck, I threw up all over my self, fuck and I was out of it. Beeping was back.
"She's awake, is the morphine drip attached, this time," I could hear sarcasm in his voice, maybe a little Polish too. I'm Polish, we attend St. Margaret's Roman Catholic Church on Dravus Street. My mom and dad show me pictures where the school (k-8) used to be where they went to school. It's an all Polish parish now, Sacred Heart in lower Queen Anne is now a Vietnamese Parish, my daddy said his great Aunt Betty lived in a huge house, but it was tore down for the World's fair when his grandfather was a little boy.
The doctor was beside me I could feel him against the edge of the bed, nice, scented body wash, fuck was I getting wet, Oh my fucking God.
"Open your eyes girl," my eyes popped open as if it was a Nintendo controller.
I stared into his eyes, was there a Polish Thor, the Skagit River had relocated between my thighs, flood warning beep beep, run for your lives.
"Girl, I'm going to gently roll you onto your left hip so I can examine the sutures and around to see if there is any inflammation."
"Okay, now, this might hurt a little, " his hand engulfed my right ass cheek and most of the thigh and groin area on my right leg and began to roll me over.
Of course it was the first orgasm ever, and I screamed, "Fuck me you gorgeous big man," and then I squirted everywhere. On his smock and face, resuming to announce, "fuck me daddy, give me your baby."
He did actually. Six months later we were married at St. Margarets and ten months later Marie was born, followed by Tymoteusz (Timothy) and finally Magdalene. We were Mr. and Mrs. Jan Piatkowski.
I was forty two years old when I heard my iPhone with the pink cover pinged. Just some context, we're happily married and I'd been a soccer mom, head of the PTA and off and on been in charge of coffee hour at St. Margarets. Mommy and Daddy God bless them were retired in their mid-seventies and had sold their home and with Daddy's retirement from Boeing bought a four bedroom home in Sonoma County. Mommy had confided and explained to me, she'd been a hotwife since the eighties and daddy relished being a cuckold. Apparently they were still deeply in love and his focus was golf now, while she had a nice stable of bulls.
Any the pinging continued and I opened up to see what the texts were. The first one was of Jan fucking my best friend Judy Stepanopolous in the ass, this was twenty years ago judging by her hair doo. The photo was kind of grainy.
I went through them not but did not dwell, until the last two. My mother in the first had deep throated my husband and then in the last one she had my husband and a much larger black man in her cunt at the same time.
I blocked Jan and mother immediately. I called Phineas Feinberg an attorney I had used in some various things, to not include Jan or my parents, for example the house was mine part of a trust set up by my grandfather that Phineas administered. I was independently wealthy. It was Seattle, early into Microsoft and others. Jan had no idea.
Restraining order from me and the children immediately, divorce and I needed a private investigator. I sent him the photos. He was a savant, not super people friendly, but loyal.
I called my daddy. He picked up, "Hi daddy, it's me. Do you a quick second I have a large problem?"
"Margy, of course, what's going on?"
"Were you aware that Jan was one of mom's bulls?"
"You know about that?"