What has she done?! Enough's enough - my ending to LightontheSound's Do Not Pass Go
http://www.literotica.com/s/do-not-pass-go
In chapter 4, part 1 of my continuation, the kids started their resistance campaign, since it didn't look like their father was going to do anything about the situation. Jenna was acting like a teen slut, Tommy was a disturbed, angry pyromaniac, and Traci, the brains behind the revolt, was operating behind enemy lines, trying to get the goods on her mother, while sucking up to her.
Wonder what Dad's been up to?
This chapter may seem a little slow to start, but is written in an attempt to stay true to the original chapters and continue Peter's story. The kids are not done.
There are too damn many intriguing stories that are never completed, or left hanging with disgusting endings. If I find a story that's been abandoned for too long, I'll give you my idea of an ending. Fair warning though, I don't write about total wimps. May not be BTB, all nuclear and shit, but no voluntary cucks, or whiny simpering wimps.
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Peter
My trip back to St. Paul was uneventful, but I was actually feeling better about myself than I had in a long time. A weekend of steamy sex with a beautiful young woman can do that for you, and my visit with my two younger kids had been wonderful. They did make me a little nervous. I could swear they were up to something. The last thing I needed was them to mess things up in the system.
Even my sprained wrist wasn't hurting to terribly. The only thing that would have made things better was if Lily had been working my flight. She wasn't, but I resolved that I would give her a call when I got back home. Maybe I'd check in with Pia as well if I saw her around the building. She certainly seemed amenable to socializing.
On the drive home from the airport, my good mood started to get a little strained when I thought about Jessie, and the way she had interfered with my visit, again, by keeping Jenna away from me. After my efforts to deal with her screw-up, visiting the house at risk to my own legal status, and convincing Jenna to come home, I
still
was the one who got the short end of the stick, not being allowed to talk to my eldest.
I decided that enough was enough. I wasn't going to take a chance on any illegal communications or visits possibly submarining my next appearance in family court. What was to stop her from telling the judge that I'd come over uninvited? It's not like she had any qualms about lying before. Even the phone calls could get me in trouble, since she'd specifically fought allowing telephone or video visitation.
No more visits to the house or to talk to the kids, to solve the issues she was having with them. I wasn't allowed to, by her choice, and as much as I wanted to help the kids, I was undermining any future chances for making things better. I also wasn't going to put up with her using the visits as punishment, either for the kids or me. The next time she tried it, I would have my lawyer file a motion for re-evaluation. The courts had to eventually recognize the truth.
Monday afternoon, I had my talk with the little terrorists. I know their heart was in the right place, and I loved that they were trying to stand up to their mother for me, but it was too dangerous. I had to stop them, particularly before Traci got involved. Tommy had surprised me, but Traci? The thought gave me shivers. Once I'd finished that call, I felt better about things. A little more in control. They understood that I was in charge. No longer would I just wait. I was going to make things happen. I still had my three step plan.
Step one was to see my kids again and do everything I could for them to get over the divorce; that one was starting to bear fruit. Step two was to get the court to give me unsupervised visitation. Step three was to get a new custody hearing. I still was having difficulty seeing the kids, with Jessie using them as a bargaining chip, but I could be patient. Jess was already starting to show her true colors, and might even be weakening. She
had
called and apologized, albeit at 5:45 a.m. and it took her two tries to get it out. She had even talked about considering letting Jenna come stay with me. It was progress. It wouldn't be long before I could start on step two, and work on seeing them unsupervised.
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My pleasant interlude with Theresa had me in a good mood, and I was able to concentrate at work, without hearing from the ex for a couple of days. Mid week, I was actually relaxed, sitting back enjoying a drink, when I gave Theresa a call telling her how much I enjoyed the time we spent together, and confirming another visit in three weeks.
Once off the phone with her, I paged through my contacts and found Lily's number. She'd been on my mind a lot since my flight home. She had promised she'd take my call. I got her voice mail, and left a message that I would love to see her when she had an opportunity and asked her to call me. A few minutes online and I found a couple of local clubs that provided free dance lessons before the crowds started at night. I wrote down the times and locations, and told myself that I'd start attending. I might even meet somebody interesting if I stayed afterward. It couldn't hurt, and I could tell Lily that I was doing just as I'd said, getting lessons.
Two different evenings, and four hours of dancing with strangers, only proved that I had two left feet. It didn't mean I was going to stop learning. Surprisingly, many of my unfortunate dance partners during the lessons seemed interested in having private practice after the official lessons were over. I stayed late both nights, somehow spending over $40 when booze was on sale at two bucks for rail drinks and a buck-fifty for the draft beer of the night. I even got a phone number out of it. Things were definitely looking up. I might be 40 and divorced, but I still had a full head of hair, had lost most of my paunch, and was wielding a lot more confidence, after Theresa and Lily. In spite of my evil ex-wife slut.
Speaking of Lily, we played voicemail tag for a couple of days. She was hard to get hold of when she was working, and her free time seemed to coincide with my work time. We managed to speak on Thursday, and contrary to her claim that it would take half-an-hour of flirting with me before going dancing, it took almost an hour of flirting on the phone before she agreed to dinner and dancing on Sunday.
Saturday morning, after a late night hoofing it, and dancing with strangers, I was worn out. My sixteen year old niece wasn't listening to my excuses. I'd promised her a hike around Afton.
It was a great time, and a beautiful reminder of all the good that existed. After my dance outings, and with my upcoming date with Lily, I was feeling a little better about my situation. Allie was a great companion, still bugging me about using the new body she personally felt responsible for.
"C'mon Uncle Peter. We've all heard about the complete bitch Aunt Jessie has become. It's time for you to move on."
"Maybe you should be telling that to your mother," I reminded her. "She's been single longer than me, and I don't see her dating much."
"Much is the keyword. She dates sometimes. The last few nights were the first time you'd been out in five months. And you were home a little after midnight every night. That's lame."
I had to laugh, and I told her I had work to go to in the mornings, and couldn't stay out all night. I also mentioned that I had a date for Sunday, and not to wait up. She was grinning and telling me about the single mothers of a couple of her friends by the time we got back to the house. That's all I needed. My niece setting my up on dates.
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The time out of the house was good for me, and I spent Sunday doing some more work around Billie's house, while anticipating my date that evening. She insisted I didn't need to pay rent, so I took some of what I would have paid her, and each week did a little more to restore the dilapidated mansion she lived in to some of its original glory. It was slow going, but I enjoyed the manual labor, and when my nephew John started pitching in, it gave me a chance to connect with him.
I called it a day early, cleaning up for my date. I also took a few minutes out to call Theresa and confirmed my flight plans. We had a tentative date for late Friday night before I got to see the kids on Saturday. Assuming Jessica didn't pull any more of her stunts.
It was a forty minute drive to get to Lily's place, a significant improvement over the effort it took to see Theresa. When she came to the door, my insecurities resurfaced. She was stunning. What the hell did she see in a guy like me?
"Cat got your tongue?" Lily asked.
I realized I'd been staring. "Your gorgeous. I'm almost afraid to take you out in public. We'll be mobbed by admirers."
She laughed, and closed the door behind her.
