*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
Disclaimers: Yes I need an editor. No. I do not want an editor. Yes, there's too many people to keep track of. Yes it jumps around too much. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes it's too long, yes it's too short. Yes this is stupid shit and yes, I am a terrible writer; as badly as I suck, I don't know why I even bother.
For those of you that have not hit the backspace key, I hope you enjoy this little tale.
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"All right, y'all all parked down by the church, right?" Greg asked as he ushered Linda's parents into the house.
"I did," Linda's step-father agreed.
"We did too," Linda's father snapped, glaring at Linda's step-father.
"Brent, be nice," Maureen gently told her husband.
"I parked behind the church," Cindy, Linda's step-sister assured Greg, touching his large bicep.
Chrissy, Greg's step-sister, smirked at Cindy. The twenty year old woman's crush was blatantly obvious to anyone, except for Greg.
Cindy smirked at Chrissy; Greg's step-sister also harbored a bit of an infatuation with the handsome Greg Knowles. And, of course, Greg was oblivious to his own step-sister's infatuation.
Chrissy playfully stuck her tongue out at Cindy and the two would-be adversaries giggled together.
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From the moment she stepped onto the campus of Northside High School, in Bender, Louisiana, Linda Tate knew that she owned the school. She was blonde, with big blue eyes, and the body of a lingerie model.
Linda's boyfriend drove a Corvette. True, it was his Daddy's Corvette. But it was a Corvette.
Greg Knowles, along with several other boys, did ask the blonde beauty for dates. And Linda Tate was none too gentle in her refusal. Greg Knowles and the others that vied for her attention simply did not have the ways and means to win Linda's attention.
Then Darren was arrested for attempted manslaughter and sent to Mumphrey, Louisiana.
Linda found another boy that drove his mother's BMW and shoved his current girlfriend out of the way.
And just after his eighteenth birthday, Greg's grandmother on his mother's side passed away. As her only grandchild, Greg inherited the majority of Nana's estate. Which included her meticulously cared for 1999 Cadillac Eldorado.
And Greg found that he'd also inherited a girlfriend. Linda Tate pressed her monumental breasts into his chest, stood close enough for him to smell her sugar free gum, and asked him for a ride.
That ride became a regular thing; he picked her up for school in the morning, then drove her home in the afternoon. And on Saturdays and Sundays, he drove her and her younger step-sister to the Courtyard Mall in Pinoak, Louisiana, or the Acadiana Mall in Lafayette, or wherever else they wanted to go. As her boyfriend, that was his job.
He really wasn't sure what Linda's job was, though. She'd allowed him some liberties; touching her breasts through her blouse and bra, squeezing her buttocks through denim and panties. Sweet promises of more 'when the time's right.'
Linda decided that, upon graduation from high school, she and Greg would marry.
She was outraged when Greg insisted that they wait. It galled her that he would prefer to go to college first.
Upon his twenty first birthday, Greg found out that he'd also inherieted Nana's house, a 2900 square foot home in DeGarde, Louisiana. Together, with their two step-sisters in tow, Greg and Linda toured Greg's new home.
"We'll make this room the nursery; you do want kids, right?" Linda decided as they looked around the large home.
"Uh yeah," Greg agreed, cock growing hard at the thought of finally getting to go all the way with the blonde beauty.
"God, Greg, you lucky," eighteen year old Christine Theriot said as she came up the stairs, Cindy, her best friend and Linda's step-sister right behind her.
"Yeah, Greg, I wish she'd been my Nana," Cynthia Breaux agreed.
"There a basement we can make a dungeon out of?" Linda teased the two eighteen year old girls.
"Whatever shut up," Cindy said.
"There is that crawl space," Greg reminded the girls.
"So, when we get married," Linda decided.
"Y'all are engaged?" Chrissy asked, pushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes.
"Uh, someone hasn't asked me just yet, but..." Linda hinted, combing her fingers through Greg's thick brown hair.
It actually galled Linda Michelle Tate that Greg put education first, concentrate on studies rather than marry her, get her out of her mother and step-father's home.
"Good God, Greg, what?" she seethed. "We're twenty one; almost everyone we know's already married; Melinda's already got two kids."
"And is already separated from Gary," Greg reminded her. "And Barry and Charlie? Looks like they're getting a divorce."
But Linda continued her daily, hourly campaign to get Greg to ask her to marry him, to move her out of her mother's and step-father's home. Finally, just after starting his fourth year of studies, Greg caved.
Linda immediately began planning an extravagant wedding. Restraint was not in mind as she planned her perfect day.
"Honey, hey, God damn, think I'm made of money here?" Brent snapped, exasperated as he saw yet another expense pop up.
"Uh, how many times does your little girl get married?" Linda snapped back.
"If you're anything like your mother? Five or six," Brent spat.
"Brent, be nice," Maureen, Brent's wife said.
Linda's mother thoroughly enjoyed her ex-husband's consternation. Until Brent started telling Linda he wouldn't pay for this or that; she needed to see if her mother would kick in her fair share.
"Six? Six bridesmaids?" Nellie asked.
"Cindy and Chrissy, Georgie, you really think I'd get married and not ask Georgie be a bridesmaid?" Linda explained to her mother.
"Three hundred dollars? For a haircut?" Percy Jochet, Linda's step-father asked, incredulous.
"T. Dayton's is one of the best," Linda said. "I need to look perfect for the photographer."
"Eleven hundred dollars for the photographer?" Brent snapped. "Eleven hundred dollars, should be his job make you look perfect."
"Her. Connie Edwards is the ONLY photographer in DeGarde," Linda, Maureen, and Nellie stated.
"She is not; there's ten other photographers in the damned phone book," Brent snapped.
"Only one worth getting," Linda corrected.
"AND a videographer?" Percy asked.
"But everyone will get copies of the DVD," Nellie offered.
"Uh huh, and how many of them you really think are going to ever watch it?" Brent asked.
"I will," Nellie snapped.
"And me too," Linda said.
"And me," Cindy agreed.
The carefree planning and careless budgeting almost screeched to a halt when Greg insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement. His parents, and his step-parents did point out that none of them had entered their marriages planning for them to fail. But things happen, situations change.
Parker Johnson, a cousin of a cousin did look over the contract that Sophia Coutre had prepared, did advise Linda and Nellie against signing it, then charged them three hundred dollars for the advice.
"Hey, if we stay married for twenty five years," Greg pointed out, "then you have nothing to worry about. It says very clearly, we stay married for twenty five years, this contract becomes null and void."
"But we're going to be married forever," Linda whined.
"Then sign it and don't worry about it," Greg shrugged.
"Fine, mother fucker,' Linda snarled, scratched her signature on the paper and slapped the pen down.
And returned to her happy abandon of planning the perfect wedding.
The bridesmaids' dresses were hideous. The color was lavender. Even the stretchy, clingy material was unattractive. The material emphasized every lump and bump the hapless bridesmaids had. Georgette, Linda's cousin, had one breast slightly larger than the other; the material of the dress magnified this slight defect.
