Disclaimer: All characters within this literary work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This is my first submission and I welcome all critiques and feedback at this point. It will help to determine the length of this particular storyline.
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My name is John Collins and I am now 24 years of age. I'm about 5'8 in height, work out frequently, and never had a problem with the ladies but that's got a lot to do with my bros. My story, should you choose to read it is actually our story. I'll explain the details of that statement throughout. My two best friends in this life are Rick Garner and Steven Mcgloren. To be more accurate about our relationship, we were always like brothers birthed from different mothers. We all grew up in the same middle class neighborhood of Georgia's carpet capital of the world, otherwise known as Dalton, Georgia. We grew up practically living in each other's homes as boys, fighting each other's battles as adolescents, and screwing each other's girlfriends as young men. We shared in everything we did and had no regrets.
Rick was our unofficial ring leader. Standing at 6'0 in height, ripped down in muscle, and tatted up on both arms in tribal wolf tattoos Rick kept a fresh mohawk in the middle of his otherwise bald head since junior high. The girls liked him and the boys feared him because he had a temper and could scrap pretty well. Steven was the exact opposite of Rick. He always dressed casually in slacks, a nice button down, and a slick back hair do to boot. Visually, he was a modern day Zack Morris off that show "Saved by the Bell". His natural charm and wit got us out of as much shit as Rick got us into. Steven was a ladies man and to be honest I think both Rick's mother and my own mother secretly had a thing for him. It didn't really bother me too much as I had always viewed Steven's mother as the apple of my eye.
Cathy Mcgloren captured my attention when we were kids and never let go unbeknownst to her. She stood about 5'6 in height with naturally wavy dirty blonde hair that came to just below shoulder length. She has light grey eyes upon attractive facial features that make her thin lips look very kissable. Her rack size is 34c cups and her ass and thighs made her body stand out in a crowd. I always respected the fact that she was the mother of my brother on top of the fact she was married until it all changed right after we all graduated from high school.
In between our various pursuits in life, the brothers and I partied hard. Rick had dropped out of school in our junior year and began working for his uncle's lawn service while selling weed on the side. I was working swing shifts in one of the local carpet factories in town and Steven was gearing up to head off to college at the University of Georgia down in Athens, Georgia. One of Steven's girlfriends decided to throw a party one Saturday night that would change all our lives forever. The girl's parents were vacationing in Switzerland over the summer which provided us the perfect opportunity to throw Steven a party. We had everything a young man could possibly want including girls, boos, coke, weed, and pills to boot. Throughout the night, Rick, Steven, and myself got separated in all the fun we were having and the next time I saw Steven was the next morning as his body was being rolled out in a stretcher. He had overdosed on some really good or really bad coke; however you choose to look at it.
Rick and I both bared the responsibility for the drugs but he wouldn't let me take responsibility for the drugs. The cops arrested Rick for the drugs but his uncle managed to bail him out before the funeral. Thereafter, during the funeral procession Cathy publicly denounced everyone present at that party, especially Rick and myself. I couldn't blame her due to the fact that we blamed ourselves more than anyone else ever could. All 3 of our families had been close knit up until Steven died. Nothing was ever the same after. Cathy ended up divorcing Greg, who was Rick's father not a year after their son's untimely departure. The divorce when finalized was uncontested partially due to the fact that Greg had been fucking his secretary even prior to Steven's death. Cathy was also granted the house, one of the cars, and a healthy financial settlement. Rick and I kept her lawn mowed, her bushes trimmed, and various house repairs attended even as she despised our presence at every juncture.
Cathy was always vocal and loud in her hate for us even as she allowed us to help her. We accepted it for over six years, time after time because deep down we felt we deserved it. One evening everything came to ahead as Rick and I were fixing her plumbing under the kitchen sink, no pun intended. I was standing over the sink shining the flashlight down upon Rick as he put everything back into place. Cathy was in her living room right next to the kitchen sitting in her trusty, comfy recliner she had been accustomed to laying in while pretending to watch TV and smoke cigarettes like a chimney in her vast state of depression. No one else bothered coming around her anymore because of her constant disdain for people. Suddenly she arose from her recliner to come and stand in the kitchen doorway consistently puffing on a cigarette before flatly stating," Get the fuck out of my house now!" I looked back to notice she was leaning against the kitchen entrance wearing a fitting black wife beater on top of black spandex legging shorts which accentuated every curve she had. Like I said earlier, she was always the apple of my eye, even now.
