Sis and I go on sex vacation to the DR Part 2.
Feinberg took over for us. Our husbands were guilty of bigamy which allowed Feinberg to extract a huge divorce settlement and we signed a non-disclosure agreement to keep the bigamists out of prison. We both got our home outright and paid off.
Full custody of our kids was a given and a permanent no contact order, unless when our kids got to the age of twenty five and the fulfillment of the trusts we set up for each of them.
We grieved the whole fucking mess, even went to grief counselling. Ginny dated after a year or so. It was one of her grief counsellors Ella. She was a six foot tall mid-thirties married former runway model who was in an open marriage.
Ginny, like me, was very submissive and she feel in love with both of them and midway through our kids senior she was impregnated and soon it was going to be another set of twins.
My twin-sense with Ginny had dissipated. We did not talk as we used to, even at all. I liked them, Ella and Jackson. Then Ginny asked me if I could watch her boys for a long weekend as they were going to Lake Tahoe.
Monday afternoon Ginny sent me a text that they'd just landed at Sea-Tac and would be home in an hour and she had some great pictures to show me. Her boys and my girls were close, like siblings. All four had red hair.
Then they were in my front room and everyone was laughing and hugging. Doug and Garry were hugging Ginny and Ella and shaking Jackson's hand as were Tina and Jilly.
I stood apart, nobody had noticed me and I had this emptiness inside of me no twin sense and I felt like the joke was on me. I knew the punchline was going to kill me and I did not feel as if I could handle that now. Quietly I went into the kitchen and grabbed my clutch and my keys, went into the kitchen and out the back door into the yard and walked to the front of the house where my Trooper was got in and quietly drove off.
On the West Side of Queen Anne Hill there is an old IGA (Ken's) that has the best sandwiches and fresh fruit. I stopped in bought a bagel with cream cheese and lox and tuna salad on rye with Havarti, a nectarine with two large cups of dark brewed coffee.
I drove down Dravus and turned right on fifteenth and went across the Ballard bridge and turned left on Market and wended my way out to Golden Gardens park that had a vista looking out across Puget Sound and showing the Olympics covered in snow.
I had left ninety minutes ago and nobody had missed me. I plugged my phone into the charger and I was all charged up still. I had finished the bagel and was still nursing the first coffee.
In my grief counselling I had learned that control over the world and others in my life was Illusory and not my problem. As Daddy used to say, "Don't borrow trouble" and keep things in the middle of the road, until it makes sense to turn. I liked a local FM station that played Jazz, it was the PBS station in Tacoma. I listened to Chet Baker and Etta James and fucking John Coltrane.
The sunset was eight fifteen that night, but it's not a pulling down the curtains thing. I took some time and had my sandwich and the second cup of coffee. I drove home and it was just past nine. I parked in front in the driveway. I walked in the front door and yelled for Jilly and Tina and there was silence. I activated the code and changed it. I dead bolted the front and back doors and pulled all the shades down.
I stayed with a jazz theme and went onto Pandora and got Weather Report and Jaco Pastorius, Stanley Clarke and Larry Coryell. I turned it up and took a shower. I weighed myself and I weighed one hundred and fifty pounds, I was still five foot ten.
When Ginny and I ran for the Huskies we both ran cross country and ten thousand meters. We had one teammate Bonnie Kendrick who ran in the 2004 Olympic Trials. She was better than us.
My boobs were too big. I could start to run again and get active and maybe get some surgery to go down a cup size. I could do that. For the first time in a long time I watched some porn on the flat screen on the wall. I found about ten lesbian massage parlor videos and my goodness that was multi-orgasmic. My goodness.
I woke up about ten and today was a school day and I had not heard any doorbells nor had my phone rang.
I made an appointment with Dr. Megan Dreveskracht and they fit me in at 1:30 this afternoon. I told her my goals about weight size and running and I wanted to open my self to a new man, as it been a long time. My kids were out the door to college and I wanted to control this process.
