Part One
Little Kimberly -- as she was called in her childhood -- was quite a rowdy troublemaker. Ever since she was a baby in the crib, she'd constantly cry and throw her toys out of her crib so that her mother, Pauline, would have to bend over and pick them up. Typical baby shenanigans.
As Little Kimberly got older, her bad ways did not cease. As an eight-year-old child, she'd throw rocks into neighbor's yards so that it would eat up their lawn mowers, much to the cursing and frustration of those living around her and her family. She would also tear up their carefully tamed flowerbeds and wake them up early on Sunday mornings by banging on their doors and running away. She was a nuisance. Her parents -- Bobby and Pauline -- would apologize profusely for their daughter's behavior, but it would inevitably happen again.
Kimberly (who, by this time, had dropped the "little" in her name) was now a recent college graduate. True, her bad girl ways had continued with the boys in college, but her senior year was a year of learning and discovery for her. Now at age 22, she returned home from college after four years. There are several reasons why she did not want to see her parents in those four years, even during the holidays: 1) There was always an uneasy tension and hostility in the household, 2) While her parents' home were in the Midwest, she had gone to New England for her studies, and 3) She simply didn't
want
to go back. It was as simple as that.
Now in Davenport, Iowa once more, she found that her parents were in an even more dysfunctional marriage than they had been in before. Married almost three decades, things were disintegrating. Kimberly heard through the grapevine that Pauline had had at least one extramarital affair. The household were in continuous fighting-mode between the mom and dad, Bobby always wanting to know where Pauline had been, with whom, and what they did. His controlling habits had only been exacerbated by the affairs, which caused her mother to stray even further. Kimberly -- the only child of the family -- was caught in the middle of this mess, and she realized it was going to be a long summer with her parents.
Kimberly, having majored in Education and minored in English during her college years, was aiming to be a teacher that fall. Via the internet, she had been putting in her applications but thus had not heard back from them. Still, she tried with all her mighty heart's ambition. This former wild child had turned to a stable, hardworking young woman. But all that would have to wait for now. The current typhoon she found herself in must first be dealt with.
Part Two
Joe -- or Old Man Joe -- as Kimberly disrespectfully nicknamed him in childhood, was sitting in his living room, flipping through a newspaper. He was a slightly temperamental, cranky older gentleman, 68 years young. He was among one of Kimberly's victims when she was a rambunctious, obnoxious child. She would tear up his well-groomed gardens, and, barely out of his grip, he'd yell at her and her friends, running away, shaking his fist, cursing at the little menaces. Then he'd go to his flowers, now massacred, trying to salvage the damage, but with little success.
Joe lived by himself, never married and without any children. He was quite happy with his lifestyle. He enjoyed his solitude without having to consult a stubborn wife about what he was going to do. He was a free soul, still reveling in his bachelorhood.
In the corner of his eye, he saw a slight movement of someone on the patio next door. His thick fingers split the blinds. A beautiful young lady was sitting on the patio. He immediately peeked out in a subtle, quiet way (as if she could hear him). This girl was quite stunning. And he realized it was Kimberly. He groaned to himself in discomfort. Was she back in town again? He threw his newspaper down in disgust, wondering if she had grown up at all or if she had only become more of a terror. Kimberly was sitting at the patio table eating her lunch. It was a warm day in early June, and she was very delicately eating some sort of sandwich and an apple with a glass of lemonade. She conducted herself like a lady beyond her 22 years -- not old, just mature, and well-composed. As far as he knew she had not been home since she left for college -- he certainly would've noticed if she had!
Despite his reservations and cynical nature, he felt his cock growing in his pants. Damn. She had turned into a stunner. Her long and wavy red hair framed her face in such a flattering manner. Though she was sitting at a table, he could make out her smooth, shapely legs crossed beneath the table's surface and her full breasts straining against her top. Everything she wore was short and tight. Like most men, he was very visual, and he liked what he saw. Kimberly tucked her hair behind her ear. It was thick and voluptuous. Joe ran his fingers over his thinning white hair. Oh well, not as much as there used to be. His hand slid down his body to his growing cock as he continued to watch the pretty girl across the way. He felt this was the best kind of trouble and he welcomed it with every fiber of his being.
The next evening Joe was baking an apple pie. He was expected over at his neighbors' home for dinner and he wanted to bring a little dessert. Bobby and Pauline had invited him over for supper, and this would be the first time he'd see that sweet girl in-person. Oh my, Kimberly! He was already lusting after her. He didn't care if she had changed her ways or not, he merely wanted her and he was delighted to be spending an evening with her, even if it did include her parents.
With the pie in hand, he knocked on their front door. Kimberly greeted him and made room for him to come inside. He could see in an instant that was now a very well put together woman, not at all the ornery kid he had once known. Standing at 5'3" she was a tiny little thing with a small, tight waist and a generous bosom. She led him into the kitchen, taking the dessert and putting it in the middle of the table. The pretty daughter continued to serve the dinner as the three older adults conversed and talked of the natural things like neighborhood gossip and the weather which had been unseasonably warm lately. Pauline was hesitant to join the conversation, but she joined it reluctantly.
Sitting at the table, Joe, very animated and friendly, started a conversation: "So Kimberly, I take it you're done with college?"
She nodded and smiled, sitting across from him. "Yes, I just graduated a couple of days ago. God, it was a mess trying to get out of that dorm! Students being shifted all over the place, their stuff all over the place. I tell you, college dorms are a pigsty!"
"I would've helped you out, sweetheart," Bobby spoke to his daughter. "But you said you could do it yourself. I've missed you these last four years. Your mother and I both have."
Pauline scowled over her steak, her fork and knife posed to slaughter. "Leave me out of this, Bob."
Joe was concerned about the hostility in the house between the parents, but they were big people, they could take care of themselves. He was mostly concentrating on their daughter, who so delicately cut her meat and wiggled most restlessly in her seat. He wondered what lied behind that sweet demeanor. He wanted badly to play footsie with her, but thought better of it, knowing her father had a Civil War revolver collection in the house.
The four adults at the table -- with the exception of Pauline -- were all very chatty and quite jovial with one another. Pauline, not in the mood for socializing much these days, was very withdrawn and went up to the bedroom after the meal was finished, leaving her dirtied plate and glass for the others to pick up. Kimberly felt a twinge of sympathy for her mother, but feelings were simply not spoken of in their household, especially in front of a guest. They cleared the table and chatted amongst each other.
"Hey Dad," Kimberly said. "Why don't we invite Joe over for dinner on Monday night?" She smiled at Joe. "It's Dad birthday on Monday," she explained.
"Oh God, don't get at that Kimberly!" her father moaned playfully.