This is a paraphrase of something I saw the other day, so I'm going to use it. I can't remember who I'm borrowing it from so if it is you, thanks.
Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's too short. Yes it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's too graphic. Yes, I didn't use enough detail. Yes, I made mistakes. Yes, I need an editor. Are you volunteering?
Originally any dialog used telepathically was in italics, for some reason that didn't translate from my original to the upload. So until I get a better idea or a techie to show me where I screwed the pooch, telepathy will open and close with a ~.
And sorry for the delay.
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Molon Labe, 10
"What do you want, asshole?" Genevieve stood in the doorway, her arms crossed , an angry look on her face.
"Bitch, please. Shut the fuck up and let me in." I stepped up to her and kissed her cheek.
Gen laughed, put her arms around me and invited me in.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit? And why so late?" She asked as she led me to the sofa. I sat down and Bosley, her boxer mastiff mix came over and laid his head on my leg. I absent-mindedly scratched his ears.
"I'm going through some shit. I think I'm leaving my wife." I felt unsettled just saying it.
"You what!? Oh Hell no! You march your ass back home and grovel at that woman's feet. You need her, and she needs you. What can be so bad for you to throw away your family?"
My sister and I weren't very close growing up. The 8 year age gap didn't do us any favors as far as a close relationship was concerned. I was graduating high school when she was going into fifth grade. But after she had reached adulthood we started to build a great relationship. Our families did almost everything together. She's 34 with a trim, athletic body that doesn't look like it cranked out three kids. Two boys, 10 and 7 and a girl, 4. Which worked out for my daughter in the cash for babysitting department.
I figured I had better come clean. After all I did come to her for a reason. "It's quite a story to tell sis, you sure you have the time?"
"I have all night. Jim and the kids are at his mom's house. They went to a hockey game in LA and won't be back until tomorrow afternoon. Go Kings!"
"One, if you are going to root for a hockey team, it has to be an original 6 team. And two, Blackhawks! Now that that's out of the way,~ I have mind control powers!~" I spoke telepathically and a flash of terror blazed across her eyes.
"How did you do that? What the fuck do you mean by mind control?" She was just a tad upset. And by just a tad, I mean on the verge of panic.
"Ok sis, relax. It's Ok. What part of mind control is unclear? Take my knife and go over to that curio cabinet and carve your initials in the door."
Our grandfather was a master craftsman and had made that cabinet by hand for our grandmother over 80 years ago. Genevieve loved it so much grandma left it to her.
Gen was standing at the antique piece with my knife open, "STOP, don't do it. Come sit back down and give me my knife."
"Holy shit Neal. I was about to destroy it and I couldn't stop myself. How? When? why?" She was shaking.
What is it about 120 pound dogs that makes them believe they are lap dogs? Boz had climbed up on the sofa and laid in my lap when she got up. I pushed him off the couch as she sat back down next to me.
I calmed her and told her my story. I left out no details. After about an hour of me spilling my guts she scooted up next to me, laid her head on my shoulder, held my big, calloused hands in her tiny, soft ones and said, "We got this. Let me think on it for a day or two. "
I put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head, while staring at nothing a thousand miles away.
"So, I have some news too, not mind bending or anything, but I talked Jim into one more baby. I've been feeling like one more would complete the family. He agreed so long as after delivery, I get my tubes tied. While the hood is still up so to speak. So while you are here..."
She left it hanging
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11 years ago
I had been over at my sister's place helping her husband build a deck. OK, let's be real. The clown is inept when it comes to tools. He was, however, a pretty good finance guy. I was building the deck and he was the gopher. You know, go fer my saw. Go fer more lumber. Go fer a glass of iced tea and chow.
I worked until the sun went down. I showered, and as I was changing, dinner was being served. My kids both had the Chicken Pox so Lisa had stayed at home taking care of them. Actually, the boy had them and we locked the girl in with him. No point in doing it twice when they could both be sick together. After dinner I headed out to my truck to go home. I found that the truck would not start. Of course I had used my jumper cables the other day on the wife's car and left them with her. Just in case. I went inside to see if Jim had a pair. Negative Ghost Rider, he did not. I called home and told her that I wouldn't be coming home that night but as soon as I got the battery juiced up I would be home.
Genevieve was ecstatic, her big brother was spending the night. I was tired but she convinced me to stay up with her and chat.
"I have a favor to ask you," she said.
"The deck wasn't enough? Ok, I'll bite."
She arched her eyebrow at me. "You know I'm trying to start a family, and I'm convinced Jim's just not up to the task."
I looked over my shoulder as I watched my brother in law walk back towards his bedroom dragging his feet, looking exhausted. I guess I worked poor Jimbo into the ground. "What does your doctor say?"
"You mean like a fertility clinic? I don't wanna go to a fertility clinic. They put 18 eggs in you and that's how you end up with a crappy reality show on a cable network. I prefer to get kids one at a time. Or twins will be fine."
"No, I mean is he shooting blanks? Are you not catching what he is pitching?"
"I don't know. We're trying very hard, especially on all my ovulation days and nothing. I need help."
"I'm pretty sure I'm not the guy you need to be asking. I don't have a medical degree."
"No. What I want from you is something a little more, shall we say, basic."
"Um, if you're asking what I think you're asking, no!"
"What do you mean, no?"
"What part of no is so difficult to understand? Do I really need to explain it?"
"Listen, you have two beautiful kids. I know that you're not shooting blanks, and Jim doesn't need to find out about this. "
"Are you seriously asking me to fuck a baby into you?"
"That's exactly what I'm asking."
"I know that we are close and all, but this seems a little weird. Strike that. A lot weird."
