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The story thus far...
I had spent Thursday night with a young whore named Runt. She got her nickname because she was the smallest in a set of quadruplets. In addition to the sex from Runt, I was able to talk her into phoning her mom, Paula while we were playing. I actually got along pretty well with her mom on the phone and she had invited me to take her out to dinner the next evening, but then it came out that Runt was a whore and I had been fucking her while I was talking to Paula. Paula made it clear that she wanted to keep our date, but quickly hung up.
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Friday evening found me at home getting dressed for my date with Paula. My daughter Suzy was helping me pick out a tie. I'd almost say that she was more stressed about the date than I was but that's not exactly right. She just didn't know the whole story. I had told her that a girl I worked with named Runt had set me up with her mom. I didn't tell Suzy that my working relationship with Runt was that she was my whore and that I was the one who told Paula that her daughter was a whore. I also failed to mention that I told Paula about her daughter's work while I was fucking Runt. If all that wasn't enough to stress me out, I also didn't mention that Runt was one of a set of quadruplets and there was a possibility that her three brothers would be waiting to beat the shit out of me when I got to their house. But even with all of that, I was still going forward with the date. Paula didn't sound mad when she hung up last night and I figured I could end up in the hospital tonight, but I also might be OK.
After I had finished with Runt, she gave me her address and phone number. I gave her my phone number and asked her to call me if she thought I shouldn't go. I took it as an "all clear" when I didn't hear from her. I thought about stopping by Sunny's to check, but decided to just face the music.
Finally Suzy was satisfied with how I looked and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Stop and buy her a nice bottle of wine and try to relax and have fun," she said.
"Relax!" I thought. Relaxing wasn't easy under the circumstances, but the wine was a good idea so I stopped and bought a nice Chardonnay.
I found the house without a problem. I didn't know what I was expecting, but I was pleased with what I saw when I found it. The house was small, but well kept and in a nice neighborhood. Runt had told me that her father had died when she was just a baby. Seeing the house and knowing Paula was a single mom impressed me. I parked out front, took a deep breath, grabbed the wine, got out of the car, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. I hate to think of what my blood pressure was.
The door opened and there was Paula. I had seen her picture the previous night, but it has not begun to do her justice. She was very beautiful. She looked like a woman in her mid to upper thirties. She had blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She looked to be about 5-5 and 120 pounds. She smiled and invited me in.
Her smile took a lot of my dread away. She seemed genuinely happy that I was here.
"I'm so glad you could make it," she said. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be ready in just a few more minutes." She left me on my own and I looked around the room.
On the wall above the television was a family picture. It showed three young men standing behind a sitting Runt and Paula. These young men had to be Runt's brothers. I was still looking at the picture when Paula came back into the room.
"That's my gang," she said. "You've already know Runt, and that is Mark, Steve and Tom," she added pointing them each out. "I'd introduce you, but they are all out. Runt and Tom are night owls. They often stay out all night. Mark's staying with a friend in Chicago for the weekend and you just missed Steve."
I didn't say it, but I was relieved that none of the kids were there.
Paula was wearing a conservative black dress that buttoned to the neck and reached to just above her knees. I could tell she had a wonderful body and she was very sexy, but the way she had dressed just gave her an incredibly classy look. I handed her the bottle of wine. I have to say that I wasn't very smooth. I felt like a kid in high school handing his girl a corsage and it dawned on me that this was my first date in over twenty years. She smiled and took the bottle. "I love Chardonnay," she said and gave me a smile. I was immediately put at ease. She put the wine in the kitchen and we left.
We had a wonderful time in the restaurant. She was bright and funny and with her, so was I. I felt more at ease talking to her than I ever had with any other woman - and I had been married to Dawn for twenty years.
She was the owner of a dress shop. She had started as a clerk, later had managed the shop and eventually bought out the previous owners. Besides Runt she had the other three boys: Mark, Steve and Tom. They were 18 and had all graduated from high school the previous year.
The boys were all very different. Tom was an athlete and was now working as a roofer. Paula said he lived life large. He was the type who was in shape now, but could have a weight problem later. He was a consumer and that extended to the ladies. He rarely kept a girlfriend more than a couple of weeks. Once when Paula asked him about it, he laughed and replied that there were just too many girls out there to settle on one. His girlfriends were all cute, but Paula could tell he was more interested in quantity rather than quality.
Mark was the spiritual one. He was interested in art and acting. His interest in art and things beautiful extended to his ladies. All of his girlfriends were beautiful. He had only had a half dozen girlfriends over to meet his mother, but each had been stunning. Paula said she could envision Mark choosing his girlfriends as he would chose a painting. He was interested in quality above quantity.
Steve was the most scholarly. He had graduated very high in his high school class and was now attending the local community college and was working as a teacher's assistant and mathematics tutor. Steve had never brought a girl home. I wouldn't have asked, but it crossed my mind if Steve might be gay. Paula must have sensed it because without me asking she said he was definitely into girls. She had been finding his Playboys and sticky sheets for many years. It was just his nature to not waste time. She expected him to one day bring home a beautiful, wonderful girl who he would introduce as his fiancée.
Paula touched on the fact that she couldn't afford to send the kids to college, but that they were working on sending themselves. The four of them had agreed to pool their earnings so they could all attend.
I told Paula about my marriage with Dawn. I saw sadness in her eyes as I told her and she reached out and held my hand.
I told her about my kids. Suzy, the 18 year old high school senior who had been seeing the same guy for the last four months; a guy I didn't really like I should add. There was something about the guy I just didn't like. He was nice, but struck me as a phony.
Bob was completing his first year at college. He was a good student and a good kid. He had dated some, but never found anyone very special. When it was time to leave for school, he didn't look back too much. Now after being away for nine months I think he was anxious to be home for the summer. I guess that is just how Bob is. Always anxious for the next adventure, sometimes to the point of not completely experiencing the one he is on.
