-All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are over the age of eighteen.-
I dropped the expensive calligraphy pen back into the small vile of red ink. Pissed off I ripped out several pages in another long line of attempts, wading them up for a missed shot at the waste bin. I shake my head and stand up from my desk gliding my leather chair back. I press the power button's on my computer and head into the kitchen for breakfast while it loads up.
Only slightly hearing the microwave chiming lost in my thoughts. I had been downloading and watching recent movies and classic's off the internet. Why oh why? had I gotten it into my head that writing my memoirs would be easy and cool. Of course, Having the grand idea from one of the films that when I was older I would sell them and retire played a large part into that. Its not the story that I was having trouble with. I do love a challenge so.
Figuring I would do this right I had gone to an office supply store and spent the last of my allowance on that damned pen and a thousand piece bundle of decorative stationary. Now three days later having emptied my waste bin twice and procrastinating doing it again all I had to show for it was red ink stained fingers and two nasty paper cuts.
I have come to realize my hand writing is shit and I can't live without a spell checker function in this digital age, Teachers don't really teach penmanship these days. I punched the button and removed the bowl of maple and brown sugar oatmeal from the micro, grabbed a glass of strawberry milk and a banana and returned to my room. Setting the bowl down on the desk, 'I sigh' pulling the keyboard towards me. Lets start again shall we. As a master story teller once told Scheherazade. You begin at the beginning, go on through the middle until it end's.
So to have context about my life we start with my Mother roughly in the fall of 1992. With a bright future ahead. She spontaneously over bloomed and was constantly asked out by every boy in school, to bad for them she was more the shy good girl academic type. At the end of the year she had just won Prom Queen based on being the most voluptuous and beautiful 4.0 GPA Honor student with lots of friends that the school had ever seen.
This was unfortunately the time she discovered. When your making other plans, Life does not play by any fair rules and will kick you in the privates till you crumple. Her home life fell apart. Her father having been diagnosed with cancer, He flipped out the last eight months of his life and went on a end of life partying spree wiping out the family bank account on gambling, hookers and booze and drugs to kill the pain between more hookers. Total 'Cancer Patients Gone Wild' before he died.
Her mother financially and emotionally broken filed for divorce then lost herself in the bottle which over time turned out to be her ending as well. Just when she started working on a plan again her mother was, due to her forth DUI and wrapping the car around the back end of a parked ambulance hauled off to prison, three weeks later she found herself evicted by the bank foreclosure on the family home.
Mother was on the streets job hunting for several hungry months. Homelessness & starvation overrode Pride, she turned to temporary Prostitution while applying for anything and everything she could find. She landed two jobs she could live with. A part time morning shift waitress at a bistro and night time stripper at a near by sleazy club. Mother was eighteen at the time. She dated a few guys, considering her job's and where she had met them they treated her badly, Yes there where hospital visits involved so she flat out stopped seeing guys for a time.
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Fast Forward seven months, Mr. Trenton my bio-father was sitting at the base of the stage. He was a great looking 46 year old VP of a large investment firm out partying with the guys after work. During his mild heart attack staring up at the sparkling cherry red g-string sliding around in my mothers heart shaped gyrating butt crack, He spilled his drink while emptying the impressive amount of cash from his wallet at my mothers high heeled feet. Three months of dating later She quit both jobs and married him.
Life kicked her again, Mr. Trenton turned out to have serious bedroom S&M fetishes and he abused her regularly. Most of it she loved doing but somethings he did were just wrong on all levels of insane. Since he was bringing home seven figures a year she figured she could put up with the really bad things.
Six months later during a backyard Corporate party for the firm she was hosting with efficient perfection for her new demanding husband. Meeting his coworker's and having a rather decent time of it. She and several others went into the house to restock on snacks and drinks. There he was in the kitchen pecker deep in the teenage daughter of the company's owner and president and shoving a turkey baster in her butt, his career ended that day upon the company owner finding out about it.
The divorce papers were filed four days later as he was being hauled off to jail for corporate account fraud. Due to a pre-nup she received a check for 100k from the lawyers and later found herself in a tiny apartment once again applying for any available jobs. I was born six months later.
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Enter Mr, White. Mother was near broke from the hospital bill's of my birth, utility's, food, car and gas and of course the never ending needs of her new bundle of joy,(me). Mother and I share the very same end of spring time birthday, only she was born in the early morning and I was born just before midnight. She began working as a customer service clerk in his store.
After a couple of months thing's stabilized for her and me. Then she started dating her boss the small franchise of hardware stores owner Mr, White. It was to be another impulsive marriage three months later. Mr. White was a hardworking, sweet quiet man in his early fifties, occasional rare vanilla sex, he was mostly unable to perform. But still the safe choice or so she thought.
This time life lasted peacefully for two years until she decided to surprise her husband at work, he was staying late at one of the stores getting holiday things in place just before Christmas. When she entered the back loading dock area, ironically named for what was taking place. There he was thoroughly going to town totally in drag dressed as Mrs Clause getting reamed by Marcus a twenty'ish year old stock clerk. She just stood there, reached into her purse and pulled out the digital camera. Click, Click, Click... went the device freezing them mid orgasm with deer in headlights looks.
When she finally spoke it was two simple and blood chilling words. "No pre-nup."
"Husband, when you get home where going to have a long talk." She stated matter of factually. That was fifteen years ago, they are still married. He keeps us well provided for and she keeps his secret's. She has remained faithful to her no sex gay husband ever since.
Mr. White has his trophy wife during company events to show off several times a year other wise he's at the stores working hard and expanding the franchise with eleven new locations, He keeps a loft above one of them when not working and at a "Private" resort playing golf on the weekends surrounded by all the male 20ish year old caddy's and tennis players he can handle. When he is around Mr. White spoil's me rotten and sees me as sort of the growing heir apparent to his little franchise throne.
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Lets return to the present shall we, here I sit my life having changed in the most remarkable way possible. Its Saturday one day after Mothers 36th and my 18th birthday. Here begins the event that changed everything for us. We had decided to make a day of it, that it would be fun to go on a joint shopping spree at the large mall for each others gifts. We stopped in at many electronics and toy stores for the computer games I like playing.
