This is just me entertaining myself. It stems from a chat that I had with my buddy RichardGerald concerning the origin and composition of the pavement on the road to hell. There are no blameless people in it. But IMHO that's the risk of being human.
It's semi-axiomatic that decent people will try to do the "right-thing." But then again, the right-thing is normally not marked by a road sign, especially in novel situations. So, when life dumps a steaming pile of moral ambiguity on you, it's imperative to think-through your decisions. Since, hasty actions often lead to, "Shrug - It seemed like a good idea at the time." I offer this short (for me) story of dubious ethics and bad judgement to illustrate that point. - enjoy... DT
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THE DEVIL AND JILL FLAHERTY
My wife's family has a long and storied history as low-life trailer trash. Her father, who has never worked a day in his life, has the IQ of a lemur. Still, he DOES drink; which occasionally leads him to touch up Jill's mom. Jill's mom dropped out two kids; neither of whom were fathered by her alleged husband. Still, she DID hold down a steady job, working at a strip club. She said that she liked the ambiance. She must have been a good-looking woman; before the booze and drugs caught up with her. But now, she puts new meaning to the term, "Ridden hard and put up wet."
Jill was six years old when sister Willy came along. Willy's real name is Wilhelmina. It's a tribute to a Dutch guy, who was passing through nine months before her birth. Jill's mom was always god-knows-elsewhere. So, even though Jill was just a tyke herself, she took care of little Willy from the day she was born.
As they grew up, Jill nurtured and cared for her little sister. So, there were more than just sisterly ties. Willy was like Jill's kid. Jill protected her from her pseudo-dad's drunken rants. And during the days that their parents were MIA, Jill scraped together enough money to feed them. Hence, Jill's sense of self-sacrifice was ingrained from birth. That is an important thing to keep in mind as you read this. The other critical thing is the difference in appearance between the two sisters.
Jill's hit-and-run-candidate must have been a Swede. She has the enigmatic blue eyes, thick blond hair, long narrow Swedish nose and sensual mouth of a classic Nordic beauty. Nonetheless, it's her outrageous body that gets all the attention. Jill's mom has huge jugs. Jill's are a little smaller, but not by much. The rest of Jill is supple, trim and athletic, with long beautiful legs.
Poor Willy lost the genetic lottery. She has wide shoulders. No waist, peasant hips and her legs would be more appropriate on a chicken. She also has a broad Dutch face with slightly gapped teeth. In short, she looks like the Tasmanian Devil; if the Tasmanian Devil had humongous tits.
I first encountered Willy when she was eighteen. I was a regular at a certain restaurant. I wasn't eating there for the food. I was eating there because of the stunning blond waitress; who always seemed to be assigned to my table. It didn't take many visits to ask her out. We had a few coffee dates, that progressed to a real date.
I remember the first time I saw their squalid little flat. The two women were living in a one-bedroom apartment that would give a coal miner claustrophobia. Willy answered the door. I had heard about her. But, it was the first time I'd met her. My initial thought was, "This one's going to have a hard time finding a husband."
Then, Jill appeared and all thoughts of Willy's predicament vanished. I had only seen Jill in some variant of her waitress uniform. Now she was standing there in a cheap little-black-dress, with her sheaf of shining blond hair hanging down to her shoulder blades.
The dress hugged every nuance of her lithe body. It was probably her only GOOD dress. But it showed off her assets from her big fabulous tits, all the way down to her beautiful long legs. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open, while Willy gazed at her sister with unadulterated hero worship.
Jill did a little twirl and said, "You like?"
I said truly flabbergasted, "You're beautiful!!"
She gave me a flirtatious smile and said, "I bet you say that to all the women you date."
I said, "I have never dated a woman as beautiful as you."
She got that simpering look that women get when their emotions are riled up. She said, "Flattery, might get you laid." And it did.
It took more than one date. But, Jill eventually agreed to a weekend in a quaint bed and breakfast up in Marine City. Willy was nineteen and perfectly able to care for herself. So, Jill's absence wasn't the issue. I just hoped that Jill could forget the daily care-and-feeding of her sister, which was always foremost in her mind.
Jill has a quiet and thoughtful personality. She can be deliciously witty and she has a wide-ranging world-view. But generally, she is reserved and never lets her guard down. The guardedness branded her as one of those "responsible" types. I suppose any six-year-old, who was a baby's primary care-giver, would have a few monkeys fucking in their attic. But Jill's urge to fix things for Willy, especially when those things were either impossible to fix, or none of her business, was absolutely nuts.
We had a nice dinner in a romantic restaurant, overlooking the river. Then we settled down in our quaint Victorian room. It had one of those big antique four-posters that semi-reminded me of bondage porn. But it was modern and comfortable. Jill came out of the en-suite in a Calvin Johnson jersey. There was plainly nothing underneath it.
She walked over to the bed and the first thing she did was check her phone for texts. I knew she was thinking about Willy. It was a bit of a mood killer. Then she shucked off the jersey and plopped down on her back next to me. All thoughts about Jill's state-of-mind vanished. It was, "Game on."
She is only five six. But she has one of those lean, long waisted bodies that would be considered skinny if it weren't for the fact that there were a couple of massive tits sitting on her rip cage. Her waist is tiny and her hips are wide and fruitful. She has long legs. I noted how powerful, and toned they were. Her thighs are full, a little longer than average. So, the impression you got was that she is all-leg.
