Author's Note: This chapter provides the first part of the back story and the set up for the later chapters. Sorry but this means no sex this time. Also, I have not entirely decided on where this series is going to end up and, thus, have left myself open to a couple possibilities. So any suggestions and feedback are welcome.
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As was my usual habit, I had been walking around our neighborhood for the past hour or so just walking away the day's tensions and visiting with a couple of the neighbors and such. For some reason I had been in something of a somber and reflective mood all day and so when I came around the last curve and came within sight of my house to see the young lady standing at my front door my first reaction was an irrational thought that this was my long lost daughter that I had never met.
You see, when I was about 16 me and my girlfriend discovered sex and, in short order, she ended up pregnant and, when her father found out it was a rather unpleasant experience. After running from him to the sound of a shotgun unloading uncomfortably close to my backside, I did what most any young kid in my situation would have done at the time and continued running all the way to the bus station and promptly lied about my age and signed up for the military (this was back during the draft years when anyone who was willing to join wasn't questioned all that hard). Anyways, by the time I had gotten settled in with the military and had rediscovered the courage to try and contact Mary to let her know of where I was and to find out about the baby, her father had shipped her off to a cousin's house in Tennessee. And, over the years I had tried as best I could to find out where she was but I never did get the chance being as she ran away from the cousin's house shortly after that and none of us had ever heard from her again.
Either way, that was almost twenty years ago and, as I was able to get a better view of the young lady, I was quickly disabused of the notion when I noticed that she was actually trying to pick the lock on my door and break in. My first reaction was to yell at the girl and then call the police. However, as my military training took over, I was actually able to see the comedy in the situation as I saw that the girl obviously didn't know a thing about picking a lock being and was only succeeding in making herself more frustrated. Thinking to turn the tables on the girl, I noticed her "getaway" car (if you would consider an old pinto that was probably older than she was such a thing) was parked at the curb with, as I suspected, the keys still in the ignition.
After quietly reaching into the open window and pulling the keys out, I made my way around to the back of the house and silently opened the sliding glass door (which was ironically unlocked) and slipped through the house to the front door. As I stood there trying not to laugh at the muffled curses and the obvious fumblings of the girl on the other side, I very slowly opened the deadbolt lock that she was trying to pick so that when it opened she would think it was due to her fumblings and still not suspect my presence. So, by the time that the deadbolt was opened, I had edged behind the coat rack where I wouldn't be seen and tried not to laugh as the young girl eased open the door and actually came through the door in a near perfect imitation of a movie style cat burglar or swat team.
Keeping perfectly still, I waited until she had actually slunk halfway down the hallway before using some of my training and sneaking up to where my mouth was right beside her ear and quietly asked, "So what are we stealing?"
Laughing like crazy, I casually followed the girl as she jumped up and ran full force into the closed front door and then on out to her car as she ran screaming all the way. As the panicked girl futilely tried to find her keys, I calmly and politely held up the missing keys and asked her, "Are we searching for these?"
Screaming again, the girl was by now so hysterical that I decided that the only way to resolve this without waking the whole neighborhood was to calm the girl down. Therefore, I did the best thing I could think of at the time and grabbed an obviously dirty sock off of the pile of clothes she had in the back of her car and stuffed it into her mouth before slinging her light frame over my shoulder and carrying her into the house and dumping her on the couch. Then, it was a simple matter of holding her squirming body down until she finally gave up struggling and lay there breathing in an exhausted pant.
Realizing the girl was not going to take off running, I eased my hold on her and sat slowly backed away to sit across from her in the recliner. Then, as neutrally as I could, I asked her, "So why were you trying to break into my house?"
Snatching the sock out of her mouth she sullenly responded, "What do you want with me?"
"No. Me first." I replied, "Why were you trying to break in?"
"I was going to slit your throat and then steal all your money and valuables to sell for crack." Came the smart-assed reply.
"If you were you would have a weapon on you. Also, a crack addict would usually have sold their car long before they would break in to someone's house in another state. Try again."
"Your ex-wife paid me to break in and get all of her jewelry back."
"No ex and no jewelry. Try again. With the truth this time."
"If you'll let me go I'll blow you." Came the response as she obviously tried her best to look seductive and alluring.
