Author's Notes:
When I was ready to submit the final chapter, I had to reread the entire story (because it had been so long). As I did, I realized that the final chapter was just too...inadequate. Remember, I originally split up chapter three into two parts. By doing this though, I was able to see that the ending wasn't enough. I felt that this chapter deserved to be fleshed out more.
So, I rewrote it. That's why it wasn't published until now.
I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for spending time with me.
RECAP FROM EARLIER CHAPTERS:
Derrick "Rick" Morrison (no relation to a previous character Jason Morrison from Deployment) was released early from prison after serving four of his six years. He found a wife who was ecstatic to see him, as well as a daughter who'd grown up in the time he'd been incarcerated.
Unfortunately, not all were overjoyed by his presence. His mother-in-law wasn't very fond of him, his criminal past, or the fact that he married her daughter. She didn't try to hide her distain for him or make life comfortable. She did, however, agree to allow him to stay in her house with his family for the remainder of his parole.
Rick was eager to put his past behind him. He appreciated the chance at a fresh start and wanted to do right for his wife and daughter. Unfortunately, the past isn't always dead and buried.
One of the main provisions of his parole was for him to avoid contact with his lifelong friend, Manchester "Manny" Childs. He and Manny ran a drug ring together, which was why Rick was in prison. Even though Manny was still living large in the streets, he was a friend that Rick was having second thoughts about severing ties with.
That is, until he found out the secret that everyone had been hiding from him. While he was locked up, Manny had been having sex with Traci. She stopped the affair when she found out that Rick was being released early, but the damage was done.
After a confrontation with his ex-best friend, Rick realized that he had to quell his anger. He couldn't afford to violate his parole and go back to prison. As much as his instincts were pushing for a fight, he had to relent.
Plus, his ex-best friend was ready to shoot him, if necessary. He was a drug-dealer, after all.
Traci, knowing something was wrong, tried to get Rick to talk to her. But he couldn't. His anger was too unbridled; too volatile. So, he did the only thing he could do.
He ran away from her.
When Rick returned home to face his life, he had an announcement. He was leaving Martha's house. Knowing it would probably affect his parole, he felt the risk was worth it. With the precarious nature of his relationship with his daughter, he didn't want to take the chance of damaging it irreparably by staying in the house with Traci. He knew that he wouldn't be able to treat his wife with respect and kindness after finding out about her and Manny, and he knew how that would look to someone as young as Anya.
He had to protect her; even if it was from himself.
This struck a chord with Martha. For the first time, she saw the lengths he would go through for his daughter. He loved her immensely; enough to want to change from the criminal he once was.
She convinced him not to leave; to do things the right way. So, she went with him to talk to his parole officer about finding housing recently freed prisoners. Unfortunately, there wasn't any available. Rick was put on the waiting list, but for now he was stuck in the house with his cheating wife.
To fill his time, he went on a job hunt like his sanity depended on it. The past of an ex-con is also his present, so finding work was impossible. He kept at it though; only stopping to spend time with Anya.
He did, however, find an unlikely ally in Martha. Now won over by his transparent honesty and determination to change, she formed a relationship with her son-in-law that neither of them thought possible.
Traci was still on the outside of Rick's love. Unable to talk to her, Rick just completely ignored her. A month later, and his resolve still hadn't softened. Even Martha couldn't convince him to talk things out with her.
Meanwhile, Manny was dealing with a devastating blow to his business. It had been under attack for a while. Someone inside of his organization was stealing from him, and he was desperate to find out who.
His second in Command was his cousin, Donald "Donnie" Childs. Being that he was Manny's lieutenant, the blame fell on him. Either he was incredibly incompetent, or he was the one stealing. Either way, there was only one recourse.
Donnie was murdered by his own cousin with a baseball bat.
Unfortunately for Manny, he still had a huge problem on his hands. He needed to find out where his product was. He needed the help of the only man who'd ever been able to solve these problems. He needed Rick.
Of course, he couldn't just ask; not after everything that had transpired between them. So, he decided to go to Traci's job and ask for her help in convincing Rick.
Only, he didn't ask, he commanded; then he threatened.
She told the only man she trusted to protect her; even though he was still ignoring her. This allowed a thaw in Rick's icy demeanor, and the two began a conversation. Each of them was dealing with deep-seated issues with the other, and those issues were finally aired. While forgiveness wasn't on the menu yet, it could be given time.
And then...
FROM CHAPTER THREE:
"Um...there's some lady in my living room asking for you."
Confused, Rick asked, "Huh? Who?"
"I think you need to come out and talk to her yourself."
Rick rose and went into the living room. Sitting on the couch was a woman that he knew well; a woman from years ago.
"Cynthia?"
Upon seeing Rick, she jumped from the couch, ran over to him, and hugged him. Tears were in her eyes.
"Rick." She said with a shaky voice, "Please. We need to talk."
And now, Chapter Four: The finale
***
What the fuck is that?
Manny thought as he was stirred from a satisfying slumber.
He groggily tried to roll over, but something was holding him down. With a sleepy groan, he looked down at his chest and saw the top of a woman's head. His eyes squinted in confusion at the sight. Something was out of place here.
Who was this woman? This wasn't his girlfriend, Lisa.
His hazy memories of yesterday flooded back to him. He remembered the batting cage (killing Donnie), going to Wal-Mart to talk to Tracy about convincing Rick to get with the fucking program, meeting a sexy little thing, stealing her from her bitch-ass boyfriend, and then bringing her back to his place.
What was her name again?
Ah yes. Sheryl.
The things you can find at Wal-Mart!
Once he got Sheryl back to his penthouse condo, he started mixing drinks from his fully stocked bar. The two of them had been flirty all that day, with her teasingly making comments with sexual undertones. After such a grim day, he needed a sexy distraction.
Her tight body was different from Lisa's. Lisa's curves were voluptuous and pronounced, namely her big ass and medically enhanced tits. She had a pornstar's body to be certain; one perfect for hard pounding.
But this woman was fit and muscular in all the right places. She definitely spent time in the gym. Her short shorts and halter-top shirt showed off her hard work. They also showcased various small tattoos that decorated her body. The sexist ones were a series of Chinese letters that went down the spine of her back and led to her round ass.
Manny didn't know exactly what they meant, but he knew what they were saying. Those words said, "Fuck me, Manny" just as clearly as if they were written in English.
His mixed drinks had the desired effect. Sheryl loosened up, as did her inhibitions. Unfortunately, as the drinks flowed, his memory became hazier. There was a blowjob somewhere in there, the taste of a sweet pussy sitting on his face, and a soft, yet firm ass that was ripe for the smacking.
Lifting the blanket, he looked under it to confirm the identity of his nude lady-friend. A perverted smile crept on his face as his eyes roamed over her smooth skin. Bits and pieces of his jagged memory came back to him.
He definitely had fun last night.
There was an insistent noise in his ear. It was the same one that had stirred him from sleep in the first place. By now, he was awake enough to recognize it as his cell phone.
With a gentle nudge, he pushed Sheryl off him. She didn't wake fully. She simply purred contently as she rolled away from him, ending up on her stomach with her legs spread. Her round ass jut invitingly in the air with her labia peeking out from between her open thighs.
He took a second to admire her naked ass and appreciate it. Not too long ago, he was appreciating the hell out of it. The things he did to it! The ripple of the meat when he smacked it loudly, the way it peeled apart when his hands gripped it tightly and spread those cheeks, sight of his cum jet-streaming all over it...
Damn. What was I doing again? Oh yeah; the phone.
He reached over to his nightstand and grabbed that annoying cell phone to see what dead man was calling him at 2:48 in the morning.
He half expected it to be Lisa, wondering where he's been and why he wasn't returning any of her calls. He hadn't seen or spoken to her since yesterday when she was promising him a threesome with her best friend. As delicious as that would have been, Manny wasn't really feeling any loss on missing out on that. Sure, it would have been interesting, but their relationship was circling the drain fast. That little bisexual action would have done nothing more than earn her a short stay of execution to see how many times he could get her to do that.
There was nothing wrong with her. She was sexy as all get out. Ass, tits, plump dick-sucking lips, and the sexual inhibitions of prostitute; namely, the perfect woman. But lately, she'd started asking the questions he HATED.
Where are we going?
Is there a future for us besides sex?
What do you feel when you look at me?
UGH!!!
Why do women have to ruin things? Why can't they just be happy with expensive gifts and orgasms? Why couldn't Lisa just accept the fact that the two of them were not destined to be Derrick and Traci. The part she auditioned for was Freaky, Sexy Eye Candy # 1; not Future Wife.
But luckily for Manny, she may have just been replaced by an enthusiastic newcomer with a lot of...ah...hidden star power. Sheryl spent most of last night auditioning, and it's safe to say that she put it all out on the table.
And the bed. And the floor. And in the jacuzzi. And out on the balcony.
