No one under 18 has sex in this fictional story. In fact there is little sex, but you may find this a quick enjoyable read.
As I lay on my beach lounger, applying sunscreen, I gazed towards the ocean. Children were frolicking and building sandcastles near the brownish shoreline water. The further I looked out, the water changed color. Blue where the adults swam; aqua marine towards the surfers patiently waiting to catch a Malibu monster wave; and, greener beyond them.
The sounds of the children's laughter and giggles was pleasing; the lapping water soothing; and, the surfers larger waves would cascade but from this distance, they mixed in with bathers splashing.
I was drowsing towards those pleasant napping sensations. The ones you get just before sleep washes you into another welcoming world. Then my phone rang. My ex-wife. Before I debated answering, I thought back. I had traveled here from Colorado, through Montana then down the west coast to sunny California. It was just six months ago my life changed.
Six Months ago
I knocked on the door of the house that use to be mine. Rented but still my home. Before I go any further let me describe myself. Perfectly average in every sense. Even average penis. Married for 4 years to Andria who was way above my station. 22, 5'5", 115lb, DD (natural), shoulder length blonde hair. She was smoking hot.
An angry (his usual disposition) Tyrone answered the door. Tyrone was 6'5", 245lb. He yelled, "How come you are so late coming home from work?" He then slapped me so hard that I crumbled to the ground.
Massaging my jaw, I rose back up and Tyrone slapped my other cheek, dropping me to my knees. Joe my friend helped pick me up. "Who the fuck are you?" Having just noticed.
"Harry's friend."
"You can fuck off." Tyrone swung at my friend but my friend grabbed his wrist and twisted him around and pushed Tyrone against the door frame.
Andria appeared and slapped me with her ring hand. It didn't drop me but I was cut. Andria then noticed my friend. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Harry's friend"
"I don't care. Let Tyrone go. Harry get in here. Now! Supper isn't going to cook itself."
"No."
"No!" she raised her hand.
"Sorry. No Mam."
"I am not taking any of your crap. Get in here now."
"And where's my beer?" Tyrone piped in having been released. "You can tell your faggot friend to fuck off and go away."
"No"
"What!"
"No, sir. He's helping me get my stuff."
Andria looks like she is going to blow a gasket. "You get in here now. You are in for some even more serious punishment, you wimpy faggot." Andria tries to pull me inside but I dig in my heels.
Joe says, "Do we want to have this discussion here on the step or inside?"
Andria lets both of us and Tyrone inside, closing the door. Slapping the back of my head, "Get me a glass of wine and Tyrone a beer! Don't even think of getting a drink from your dog bowl. Get moving."
"No"
"Don't talk back to me you worm."
"Sorry. No Mam."
Joe begins again, "Let me introduce myself. Joe, off-duty policeman. I have already witnessed assault and forcible confinement. Even the neighbors witnessed your actions."
Tyrone gathers his voice, "You listen here fag, I mean officer. This is just a little misunderstanding. A little family squabbles. We are just trying to help Harry focus on his duties."
"Sir. My duties are done. I am leaving."
"What do you mean fag.. er Honey?"
"Mam, I am leaving."
Tyrone forcibly shouts, "Listen here fag boy, I could show some videos and pictures to your boss. Just tell your friend to leave and get to your chores."
"Sir, are you trying to be funny? You already sent those videos to my boss. He fired me 3 months ago."
"But you leave for work every morning, fa.. Honey?"
"I go to look for work every day but thanks to those pictures I must be black balled. Mam"
"I didn't send your boss anything."
"Sir, someone did."
"Did you share those with your friends?" Andria asks. Tyrone just looks down and mutters "It was just so much fun humiliating fag boy."
"How could you be so stupid?"
"I have seen those videos too. They are all over the internet." Joe sternly interjects. "Between what I have seen today; forcible confinement; blackmail; and, the criminal activities on those videos, I could arrest you today on multiple charges."
"Wait, like I said those are just family squabbles. And blackmail? I was just trying to help persuade fag, I mean Harry"
"Do you want to press charges Harry?" Joe asks.
"Sir, I would like to offer you some, as you say, 'persuasive' help. Sir, if you get out of my house and never see Andria again, I will not press charges."
"Stay Tyrone, Harry is just blustering." Andria pleads.
"The offers stands for 10 seconds. 1, 2..........."
"Fuck this shit. I am out of here."
"Don't go Tyrone. I love you."
Tyrone reaches the door and turns around, "I was just here for the free food and beer. Slut pussy I can get anywhere." And he was gone.
A silent pause settles over the remaining participants. Andria collects herself, "Well now you can stay in my bedroom and..."
"No. Sorry, no Mam"
"We can start over. Get this behind us."
"Sorry, No Mam"
Joe says, "Not only am I an off-duty policeman, but also a process server." He slaps the divorce papers down on the coffee table. "You have been served."
"Listen here fag boy, I you will take you to the cleaners in a divorce."
"Mam, you haven't been paying attention to our finances. We are broke. Both our cars are leased. I just paid the landlord the last of our money and given him notice. You have another month before rent will be due."
"I will sue you for alimony."
"Mam, again you haven't been listening. Thanks to Tyrone's friends I can't get a job here in this city. I spent last week trying to get work anywhere in the state. I am broke and can't get a job."
"How are you able to get a lawyer and ask for a divorce?"
"My parents loaned me the money. They told me they would rather have you arrested."
"Arrested? As Tyrone said these are just family squabbles."
"Have you seen the videos?"
"They can't be that bad where I am involved."
