Dear Tom, We Need to Talk,
by Buster2U
NOTE: This is NOT a BTB, more like a RAAC. Consider this a CUCK Story.
I don't want to hear more whining and complaining about making you read a cuck story. All my stories are "CUCK" Stories! Thanks, Buster2U
My name is Tom Hanks and my wife's name is Jenny. We are both in our 30s and we have been together, faithfully, pretty much, all of our lives. Jenny's folks moved into the neighborhood when we were very young and wasn't long before we became best friends.
We grew up pretty much together all the time. Jenny has never even kissed another boy or been with any other man besides me. I kissed a couple of girls, the Snapp twins, Sharon and Karen, in kindergarten before I met Jenny. Since I met Jenny I haven't had anything to do with any other young ladies, at all. After all, they had cuties.
Life in our small town is pretty simple. There is not a lot to do. This is mostly a farming community because the soil is so rich. Once you move here, it doesn't take long for you to get to know everyone in the community because our town is so small.
The area has become known as a "bedroom community" for Silicon Valley because buying a home is so expensive in the Silicon Valley area. So buying a less expensive home here has become popular if you don't mind the extra hour commute each way. That is ok with me, we need new blood occasionally for our town to grow.
Most local kids, that grow up in our small town can't wait to move somewhere else where there is more action and more to do than just watch TV at night or go to a bar. We only had 3 channels from San Francisco until most folks got cable or satellite.
Life is very good to us here in our small town. There isn't a lot of traffic, and there isn't much crime. Well, except for when some kids could ride their bicycles out to an apple orchard, or a plum orchard, or a pear orchard, or whatever and just help themselves.
Recently one of our local police officers had to stop one of the high school kids that had decorated their vehicle for our Fourth of July parade. The main part of their decoration was an oblong bale of hay across the hood. The officer was probably concerned with the driver being able to see where they were going. LOL won't see that in the big city, but it was big news here! LOL
Life is pretty relaxed here also. Not a lot of stress, like in the big city. I would have to say, that this is the way I like it. The beauty and charm of California weather and scenery. Most of the time folks don't even lock their doors around here. Folks seem to know just about all their neighbors.
We have mostly small businesses here, mostly to serve the farming community. We also have probably a dozen churches and two dozen bars. Life is good here. Recently, our town finally got a stop light instead of a four-way stop. Wow, our small town is starting to grow. We even have a newspaper.
My wife Jenny has her own business. She has a small shop, right on the main street, that sells aquariums and goldfish, and other exotic fish of different kinds. It is always fun to go there when I stop by to visit. It is so dark and cool. It is just so relaxing to watch all the fancy fish or goldfish just swimming around.
My wife's family lives here still. Her Father is a long-time preacher at one of the local churches and her mother, Tilly, is a homemaker and a wonderful cook for all the family. She frequently makes pies, and we especially love when she makes ham and beans. Since they just live across the street from us, Jenny goes to visit her folks almost every night, for an hour or so.
Jenny has a sister that we don't see very often. her name is Carol and lives in San Francisco somewhere. We look forward to seeing her when she returns occasionally for the holidays.
Winter here is not like most other places. Winter here is when it is maybe 50's, and rains a lot. We never see snow, tho some old timers claim it snowed in the 1950s.
Since we live in a small town, it is actually very easy to walk to the grocery store only three blocks away. Church is two blocks away. My father's old store he used to run was sold to another company when he passed away when I was a child.
Jenny and I both graduated from High School and then went to a small two-year community college close by. Jenny and I both studied business management together.
Her store doesn't do enough business to support us completely yet, so I work a traveling sales job selling software for a big company located up in Silicon Valley. I travel a lot but it pays very well.
Jenny and I have 6 kids, so, conveniently, her Mother is just across the street to help with the childcare. Jenny has never used any kind of birth control. When she is fertile, we just don't have sex unless we want another child. Our oldest is 15 going on 21, so Briana helps with that also.
This last Christmas season, Jenny's sister Carol, came back home to visit. She stayed here with us most of the time, she was trying hard to reconnect with her sister. I felt good about that, I am sure it was good for both of them to spend hours drinking wine and gossiping about the old days growing up.
The most fascinating thing about Jenny's sister, Carol, is that she is so much more busty, she actually has a great figure. This is strange since Jenny's sister Carol hasn't even had a child while, my wife, Jenny has had 6 and is still very flat-chested. Though my Jenny does have a delightful ass and doesn't even have stretch marks from her pregnancies.
We have two parks right behind our house. My 12 yr old son, Terry, loves it because sometimes the Judge from up on the corner, will hit a bucket of golf balls in the park and pay him good money to shag them.
So life in our little farming community is pretty laid back and good for a family. Most folks go to church and live a pretty clean life around here. I wouldn't want to live anyplace else.
So since school is out for the summer, things are even more relaxed around here. Some of our kids, as well as anyone needing extra money, will go over to one of the nearby apricot orchards to make a little extra spending money by "cutting cots". This is the old-fashioned way that apricots are preserved.
Crates of fresh-picked apricots are hand sliced in half, one apricot, at a time, with a small knife, the seed is disposed of, and then each half of the apricot is set on a wooden tray, then put in a drying kiln to expose them to Sulphur smoke, to preserve them for 24 hours, then the trays are set out in the direct sun to finish drying.
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So one day I get home from the road, and Jenny is waiting in the kitchen to talk to me.
"Hi Jenny, I'm back. How has everything been since I have been gone for a few days?" I ask.
