I'm down in my gym looking myself over, I'm forty-five years old, I look great after twenty years of boxing. I retired as a World Heavy Weight Champion, my first match as champion I won by a knockout, but we were both damaged severely. I won but I lost. I had ten broken ribs, a broken wrist, and a fractured jaw. My opponent did far worse.
I retired and after months of recovery I took my wives advice and took a job as a Motivational Speaker. I was away from my wife and little girl more than I wished to be. Becca and I were remarkably close, she would be in my corner during boxing matches. My wife Liz never came to one.
I would learn she was screwing friends and others while I was gone. One day I came home to a folder filled with pictures and a disk of my wife with my boss. They were having sex in my own bed. Then there were others from the firm.
I went to the company and demanded to see the owner. He was a gentle but wise man. He allowed me to meet him, and we sat down for several hours with him looking at my naked wife, my boss, two directors and a few others in his company. He was fuming mad, he looked at me and apologized profusely. This was the beginning of a company scandal, and he would call the board and take immediate action to fire each of the men in the pictures and videos. He provided me with a lawyer to divorce my wife. Things moved fast. He put me on leave with pay for thirty days. I would see a promotion when things worked out.
I went home a week later, and my wife was at the door drunk and fucking mad. She was in a teddy and ran into the house. I followed her. Inside were movers and a sheriff. He was there to ensure smooth movement and to make sure there wasn't any fighting.
"Gentlemen, please forgive my wife for her dress, this is what I have had to live with."
"Sir, I suggest you get your papers signed and move on to avoid any issues. Her dress is not illegal even I it is inappropriate." The Deputy told me.
Liz signed the papers and looked at me. "You are really letting me have the house?"
"You deserve it, you worked hard to make it like it is."
"Good, keep that bitch of a daughter away also."
The Deputy walked up, and I looked at them both I could tell he was upset also.
"Becca is so much better a woman than you ever have been, I pray you have a great life."
I walked out and I had so many feelings, she destroyed this home by screwing so many men while I was gone.
I stepped up into my ford and when I went to start it, I jumped. Sitting on the floor like a little schoolgirl was my daughter, she was crying and looking at me. She was sitting with her skirt up and I could see her panties and they were wet.
"Becca, please stay on the floor a few minutes, I don't want mom to see you."
I drove to the end of my driveway, and I got out and went to her door. She stood up and jumped into my arms. She was crying and holding me tight.
"Daddy, what did I do wrong, why did she call me a bitch?"
"Becca, she is drunk, she isn't able to think straight."
"She should be upset after all the videos I took of her."
"You gave me that folder?"
She pulled away and smiled. "Terrance set up a camera to video her if she entered the bedroom."
I laughed at first, "Becca, seeing such a thing are you okay?"
"Yes, Terrance watched most of the tapes and put it together for me."
"Who is Terrance?"
"He is my boyfriend; he is a linebacker for our football team. He is a large teddy bear. We may get married if you say yes."
"I do have my shotgun ready; I'll find out if I like him."
"Daddy, he weighs 290 pounds, he may even be taller than you and he is so strong. Plus, he treats me like a queen. He is so gentle and demands nothing of me."
"Sounds like you found a good man."
"He is close to you, so yes I think I did."
"Thank you, what are you going to do now?"
"I came home to be with mom because you would be away, but when I heard what she said, I ran out and hid in you truck."
"How did you get here?"
"Terrence drove me, then he went home."
"I do like this man. Okay come with me, you can stay with me. We can enjoy Boston together."
"Are you serious, I can vacation with you, Daddy I will be so happy being with you. We always have fun."
She held me tight, then she kissed me on my lips and got back in the truck. She sat in the middle so she could be close.
"Lets go have some fun, where are your clothes?"
"I have a bag in the back."
"Do we need to go shopping?"
"Yes, what I have isn't really appropriate for walking around Boston."
"Let's go shopping, then check in, it's early. We can even stop for some clam chowder."
"I miss Clam Chowder so much, it's not the same in the college café."
We drove and Becca talked all the way. I enjoyed her youth and beauty. My daughter is gorgeous. She looked at me and smiled.
"What are you thinking about?"
"I am enjoying you talking, so youthful and excited about the world."
"Thank you, Daddy."
"If I may, I am just curious why you still call me daddy?"
"Not many young women have such a handsome loving father, I called you daddy through high school, why not continue."
"Thank you."
We stopped at Ann Taylors and Becca looked everywhere. I sat and watched as she shopped. Three hours later she paid for her clothes, and the store would deliver them to the hotel for her. We found a small chowder hut and it was so good. We decided to walk to the North Church and take a tour. While there we learned of a walking tour of Boston's Freedom Trail. We signed up and then went to dinner at Davio's Northern Italian Steakhouse.
