2 comments/ 7154 views/ 3 favorites Odd Socks and a Crack Pipe By: Spectre17 All characters in sexual situations are over 18. ***** "Odd Socks and a Crack Pipe." The crack pipe was carefully wrapped inside a dirty sock at the bottom of Rebecca's sports bag. Rebecca is a kid, she isn't my kid, she's just a teenager completing her final year at school. 'Bec looks nothing like her Dad, she's a skinny version of her mum. I work for her mum, I clean up her mess. Actually, I clean up all the family's mess. Often I cook for them as well, not all the meals, just enough so there's something in the fridge and something homemade for the kids' school lunches. I'm the houseboy, the gardener, the 'parent', and the cleaner. The Oakshotts are a fairly typical middle class, suburban family. Katie, the mum, and Terence, the dad, both work. They have lots of money but not much time for the family. Their kids are great, very independent, I guess they have to be. The girls look like their mother. Katie's cute, with reddish blonde hair, a few freckles, a bit on the chubby side. But don't let Katie's looks fool you, she's smart and confident. Katie's a CEO, she manages a publically listed company. Terence is pretty cool for a dad, he has an art gallery specialising in Aboriginal paintings. Terence also spends a fair bit of time away from home, he's not a family man. I love this family. I love their house, their garden, their pool. I love how they are so comfortable. This family wants for nothing. Being the houseboy for the Oakshott's is good, I'm happy because I'm busy. But it's not my real job. I like to think that my real job is building 'high end' parquetry tables, they start around $25,000. This is why I work for the Oakshott's, I don't sell that many tables. Once upon a time I had a proper job, I sold insurance and personal income protection. I called myself a financial planner - sounds much better than an insurance salesman. It paid well, but I didn't like being in insurance, no one trusts an insurance salesman. For a single guy, the perks were good, the money was great. I had enough to do whatever I wanted; parties, girls, cars, but it was a tough way to get ahead, and you needed a fairly thick skin. Anyway, I had to chuck in the insurance game, the lifestyle took its toll. I met the husband, Terence, at a 'Woodworkers in Art' Exhibition. The one and only time I've exhibited anything. Terence liked my stuff and he commissioned a table. So I called on Terence and Katie, they were after a show piece for their large dining room. Immediately, I was blown away by everything about the Oakshotts, if I had played my cards right, this is how my life would have turned out. When I first met Katie, I found her to be really sexy in that Power Executive style, she wasn't a classic beauty with a toned body. She didn't have the taut butt and the big boobs, she was sexy because she had money and credibility...and the house and the kids and the holidays and the cars. The more I got to know Katie and her family, the more I wanted to be a part of their lives. Katie wanted to help design their table, I was more than ok with this. I liked spending time with Katie and her kids. We had many evening sessions together, she would move the family's crap from the big, white leather couch and we'd get to work. Katie would tell me what she wanted and I would sketch. Looking at all the mess one day, I joked that Katie needed a housekeeper, she agreed and asked if I knew anyone. I put my hand up for the job. I spent three days a week working at the Oakshott's. Terence and Jonathon are tidy, but the girls are slobs. Rebecca and Jodie take after their mother. Clothes, towels, plates, books, homework are just dumped, and left for someone else to pick up. That someone is me. I wash everything, I tidy their rooms, and I pick up after them. If I find anything I shouldn't, it goes in the top drawer of whoever's bedside table. I get on well with the kids, they like the way I respect their stuff, they like my food and I think they like having someone around when they get home from school. I'm happy, it's nice to be a part of this family and I need to keep busy. 'Bec is my favourite, I think she's Katie's favourite too. She has an amazing school life, she's one of those kids who is into everything. She's in the school band, she plays the trumpet. She plays netball twice a week and she trains every other day. She's fun, smart, sporty and popular. So back to the crack pipe in Bec's sports bag. I've made it one of my jobs to make sure her netball gear is always ready. Her sports bag usually contains what you'd expect: a uniform, runners, a water bottle, medical tape and lolly wrappers. This day was different, hidden inside a dirty sock was a crack pipe. Socks are the bane of my life, pairs never match up and working out which socks belong to which kid is a nightmare. But what do I do, it's a crack pipe, not a pack of condoms, or a bottle of vodka? I sent a text to Katie - 'need to talk. Seb.' Yep, my name is Sebastian. I hate my name. Sebastians should be rich. Sebastians should be married with kids, they should take Labradors for enthusiastic walks. It wasn't unusual for me to contact Katie this way. Katie would ring when she was free. But this time when she does call back, what would I say? Your older daughter is on crack? I found something bad in Rebecca's room? I think Rebecca is taking drugs? Your daughter is an addict? Katie, rang. "Seb, what's the problem?" "We need to have a chat, when can you give me five minutes?" "Why, what's wrong, what's broken?" "Katie, I'd rather not discuss this on the phone, we need to talk. I know something that I think you should know." "What do you know? What's my dickhead husband done now? He's not fucking another artist again?" "Katie, I wouldn't know that. When can we catch up?" "If it's really important, I can be home in an hour." "Excellent," I responded. "I'll put the kettle on." I hung up and went back to cleaning the office. I liked playing in Katie's office, she had lots of nice mail. Invitations to charity events, gala openings, important letters from bankers and fund managers, membership renewals from the golf club. Lots of rich people's correspondence. When I heard the front door slam, I switched off the vacuum and bounded down the stairs, Katie was in the kitchen. She had fired up the espresso machine. She was home faster than I had expected. "Want one?" Katie asked, holding up a small espresso glass. "No thanks, Katie, I've had a couple already." "So, Seb' what's the mystery? What do you know?" Katie asked as she swallowed most of her coffee in one gulp. "Have a look in there," I said as I dumped Rebecca's sports bag on the granite kitchen bench. "Seb, what am I looking for? What's the mystery? It's just a gym bag." "Katie, inside the socks, look inside the socks." Katie eventually found the dirty glass pipe, she looked puzzled. I folded my arms across my chest, I didn't want to touch the thing. "Katie, that's a crack pipe. It's used for smoking crack." "As in, Crack Cocaine? Rebecca is on CRACK!" Katie was understandably agitated. "Katie we don't know that, we found a pipe, that's all. We don't know if it's Rebecca's, it could be a friend's. Someone could have put it in her bag, she could have found it at school. It could be her boyfriend's." "Lucky you didn't tell me over the phone. I would have driven straight to school and dragged Rebecca out of class." Katie swallowed the rest of her coffee and went for another, she stopped. She looked at me, almost pleading for help. "What if it is Rebecca's, what do I do? Can we send her to rehab'? How do I even talk to Rebecca about this? Can we get her tested, a urine sample, or hair follicles?" As expected, Katie was rambling. Her golden child was on crack. "Seb, what the fuck do I do?" "Katie, if you want my opinion, I'd speak to Terence and then the two of you should have a chat with Rebecca. Rebecca could be just experimenting. Besides, it might not be her pipe, it could be a friend's. Anyway, if it is hers, she needs help and the sooner she gets help, the better." Despairingly, Katie slammed her coffee glass on the bench. "Seb', how do I handle this? I don't need this shit. Terence is fucking useless." Katie went pale, her fair skin was pale anyway, but any colour she had, drained from her face. The high flying corporate exec' couldn't handle this sort of challenge. "Katie, please speak to Rebecca and if there's anything I can do, let me know. We could find her a counsellor. I know someone we could use, crack is bad and we need to help her right now." I reached out and held Katie's hand, she was distraught, her breasts were heaving and she was about to cry. She gulped at her coffee, trying frantically to get her thoughts together. I gave her hand a squeeze. "Katie, I'll be here for you and Rebecca. Ring me if there is anything I can do." I left Katie in the kitchen and went home, back to building tables. I didn't plan to be around when the shit hit the fan. -o0o- The next morning, before I'd done much at all, the phone rang. "Morning, Katie, how'd it go with Rebecca?" "Not good at all. Rebecca says it's not hers. She says she's not on crack, that she's never had crack. She says she doesn't know where the pipe came from." Katie was ranting, she was still way out of her comfort zone. "So, you don't believe her?" I asked. "Seb', I don't know what to believe. Our conversation didn't go well, I shouted at her. I wouldn't let her go to school. She's here now. Terence is away. Can you come over, I don't know what to do?" "OK, I'll be there in twenty minutes." I jumped into my old van, and drove to the Oakshotts. Katie was in the kitchen, still in her white cotton pyjamas and wearing glasses, no shower and no make-up. She was stressed. She told me she and Rebecca had a fight with lots of yelling and screaming and slamming of doors. Rebecca had taken off. I told Katie to stay at home and I'd go and look for Rebecca. If I couldn't find her or if she didn't come home on her own, we could go to the police. Anyway, I had a good idea where she might be. I was right, I found Rebecca in a park, sitting on a kid's swing dragging her feet in the dirt. I sat on the swing next to hers. We had a long talk, a very long talk. We chatted about life, boys, netball, books, rowing, music, her friends, just stuff. I don't think any adult had bothered to talk to her this way. To let her just talk, not to judge or give her advice or tell her how lucky she was. I got around to asking about the crack pipe. I asked where the pipe came from, she wouldn't say. She didn't want to discuss the pipe at all. I walked her home, she told me about her trumpet and how much more fun it was playing with an ensemble. I said I'd burn her a copy of Miles Davis's, 'A Kind of Blue.' Katie was waiting for us by the front door, she obviously wanted to have it out with her daughter. She was about to start round two, when I guided her to the stairs and I told her to leave us and go and shower, I'd get Rebecca to school. Rebecca shoved food in her mouth, packed her bag, and got ready for school. I kept her mother away. I drove 'Bec to school in Katie's car. 'Bec didn't say much, just "Thanks, Seb', and thanks for dealing with Mum." She gave me a peck on the cheek as she climbed out of the big BMW. When I got back, Katie had dressed for the office. She still looked very upset, she was drinking more coffee. I sat on the bench waiting for Katie to talk. I had a fair idea what we should do next and what I would say, but I waited for Katie to make a move. Katie didn't shift away from the espresso machine but she did start to talk, then it tumbled out. "Seb', I don't know what to do. I don't know if I believe Rebecca, she says the pipe isn't hers. I want her to talk to me, just tell me the truth. I screamed at her and I don't scream. I kept on screaming at her. I'm always calm. If this was the office, I'd be fine. Why can't I have a normal family? Why can't Terence be here, why do I always have to be the bad cop? Why do I have to deal with this on my own? " I didn't move from the bench, I didn't interrupt. "Seb', what do I do? Why do I have to make all the decisions for this family?" Katie started to cry, giant sobs spilling down her cheeks. I held Katie, I held her tightly, comforting her. She buried her head in my neck. I let her cry and talk at the same time. She told my neck that it wasn't fair, she didn't deserve this. She told me that she was a good mother. The inside of my old hoodie was now damp. Eventually Katie stopped crying. I wiped her face clean with my sleeve. I said, "Katie, it'll work out fine, I know what to do." I bustled her out of the kitchen and made more coffee. I sat Katie at the end of a big, white leather couch, the end that caught most of the morning sun. I brought her a plate of muffins and told her to eat. She tore off great big chunks and then shoved little bits into her mouth. Crumbs, chocolate chips and blueberries fell to the floor. Surrounded by coffee, sunshine and muffins I told Katie my plan. "Seb, let me get this right, you think we should do nothing, nothing at all! Just pretend that it's not my daughter's crack pipe sitting on my kitchen bench?" "Yep, nothing," I replied. "Katie, stop and think about it. Think about your daughter. Rebecca plays two games of netball a week, she trains what, three nights after school? She starts rowing training in a month, she has band camp. Kids on crack don't play that much sport. Kids on crack don't love school the way Rebecca does. When you are on crack, you just don't have that much life in you." Katie let some of what I'd said sink in. "But Katie, we do need to find answers to these questions: who owns the crack pipe and why was it hidden in 'Bec's sports bag?" Katie shoved more muffin into her mouth, she didn't drop any this time. I continued, "Katie, Rebecca has her head screwed on the right way, you've done a great job with her." I let that hang, we were both silent. Silent, for quite a long time. Eventually, I lightened the mood. "Those muffins are loaded with calories, and they aren't all that healthy. You eat anymore, you'll get fatter." Katie smiled, she punched me playfully, it was good to see her smile."Seb', you are correct, I'm sorry about how I behaved. I just didn't know what to do. I was pissed off with her and with her father for not being here. I shouldn't have shouted at her. I shouldn't have called her an addict. Where is her father? Why do I have to deal with this, why do I have to make all the decisions?" "Katie, you're a mother. Sometimes mothers see their kids in a different way than everyone else." I continued on. "Katie, I'll make a decision for you, in fact, I'll make more than one decision. Don't go into the office, take the day off. Stay home and cook a special dinner for the kids. Bake something, so when she walks in the door, she sees a happy mum - a happy supportive family. Then if that doesn't work then I'll arrange counselling and I'll find out where that crack pipe came from. I just know it won't be 'Bec's." Katie sat there looking at me, processing what I said. Then, she stood up and hugged me, not a mummy hug, but a big spine crushing hug. I could feel the stress melt from Katie. "Seb, I am so lucky to have you." "Katie, one more decision I'll make for you today. Give me a kiss and say, 'everything will be all right, Bec is a good girl.'" Katie didn't hesitate, she kissed me without thinking, and this wasn't a mummy kiss, it was a hungry passionate kiss. She didn't say 'everything would be all right,' she just kept on kissing me and holding me tight, very tight. She looked at me, was she questioning why I was bothering to help her, to help her family? I could just walk away and leave her to sort out this mess on her own, but here I was by her side, I had her back, I was doing Terence's job, I was the father, the husband. Katie ran her fingers across my cheek. She paused and whispered a command, "I'm going to clean my teeth and then you are coming upstairs, I'm going to thank you in a very special way." She squeezed at my crotch. As she skipped away she said, "Don't come upstairs until I call." What the hell just happened! Am I going to fuck this woman? I could hear her upstairs. Her discarded shoes clunked on the floor, the shower running. I kept myself busy; I swept up the muffin mess, I paced about the kitchen, I rinsed coffee cups, I straightened magazines. I ran the vacuum to blot out any trace of her preparation. I tried to calm my breathing. Finally, I got the call, "Seb', I'm ready." I didn't sprint, I forced myself to walk calmly. Katie was waiting for me at the top of the stairs, I drank her in. This mother of three was no longer distraught, she'd morphed into a mix of Jayne Mansfield and Sandra Bullock. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied with a black ribbon. Her deep red lips parted into a smile to show her straight white teeth. She wore a full length black negligee that hugged every curve, her pale skin gleamed against the dark silk. The red polish on her toes matched her lipstick. I stopped with my foot on the first step, staring and feasting on this sexy vamp. Katie turned and flicked her hair as she slinked towards the bedroom. I took the rest of the stairs two at a time. I stopped at the bedroom door, not to have second thoughts, just to get my socks and shoes off. I fumbled with the socks, Yep, I hate socks. I tugged the hoodie over my head and gawked at Katie reclining on the bed. The hem of her black lace negligee puddled around her thighs, she beckoned me closer with a sirens smile. She inched the negligee higher, revealing more porcelain skin and a tiny black g string. Wow, she looked wonderful, she looked so sexy. I'd never seen such gorgeous lingerie in this house before and certainly not in Katie's laundry hamper. I sat on the side of the bed not really knowing how to play this. Should I take advantage of this mum when she was so vulnerable? Why did she want me and not her husband? Bugger her motive, bugger my motives, I'm going to lose myself in this woman Katie grazed the back of her and across the stubble on my chin and let me kiss at her fingers. She guided my hand to her breast and watched approvingly as I softly squeezed and explored her considerable chest. My woodworker's fingers looked rough against the pale cream of her skin. I gently kissed her eyelashes, her nose, her chin and those deep red lips. She opened her mouth, drawing my kiss in deeper, I could taste mint and the waxiness of her lipstick. She wrapped her arms around my head and filled my mouth with her tongue. She kissed me like we were a couple on the second day of their honeymoon. She wasn't in a hurry, she knew what was to come. She said, "I want you on top. Lie on me." I lowered myself, my full weight pressing her into the bed. Her hips pushed and I could feel my cock squashed between our bodies. She wrapped me in her arms and legs, she had locked me in so tight that I couldn't escape. I guessed she wanted to lose herself and all her problems in my strength and size. "Seb, I want you to Fuck me, I want to be Fucked properly." She looked so delicate and fragile and vulnerable lying beneath me, but she sounded so confident and in control. Fuck it I thought, this could be disastrous for me, on the other hand it could lead to more than I'd ever bargained for. She spread her legs and splayed her arms to the side, like a giant pale starfish. I sat back on my heels, taking in her womanly body, her round hips, her hard pink nipples, her obvious desire. I ran my hand up her thigh, across her fluffy damp crotch and down the other thigh. With one arm I gathered her legs at the knees, lifting her hips, I slid down her G-string. I slid it down over her knees and ankles until it was free. I ran the G-string across the sole of her foot and through her toes, the delicate lace teasing at her feet. Katie squirmed as it tickled her. I dragged the underwear up the inside of her thigh and across her rosy opening. Odd Socks and a Crack Pipe I ran the lace, through her downy hair and over the full length of her pussy. I repeated the move and watched as her pussy opened like an oyster. I teased with the G-string, playing with her pussy. She raised her hips to meet the lace. I eased a snippet of fabric between her moist folds, I pushed more inside until it was almost gone. I slowly dragged the lingerie out, and up. The lace, rough against her delighted clit. Katie quivered and bit at her lip. I ran the moist cloth over her breasts, teasing her nipples, they hardened and dimpled. I lowered the slick, black lace to her face, sliding it across her nose and mouth. She breathed it in, trapping the fabric in her teeth and through a grimace she hissed. "Stop teasing and Fuck Me." My cock eased into her pussy, I paused and enjoyed the sensation of my cock buried in a willing home. I rested and let the two become friends. Katie wasn't having any of this, she pushed and bucked. "C'mon Seb', Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me." Each word she spoke was timed with an eager thrust. So I matched her effort and raised the tempo, driving deeper with each push. Katie's, Fuck Me, Fuck Me, Fuck Me changed to screams of "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes." Then with one last pelvis breaking drive, she growled a long low "Jezus." Katie collapsed, her hands slapping at the sheets like the tail of a breaching orca. Boy, this woman came fast, I hoped it was real. Katie was limp, but I wasn't finished. I continued on pumping, cajoling her back to action. I pinched hard at her nipples, I wanted some of what she had. Kate caught her breath and wriggled free, she pushed me away. "From behind. Do it, from behind." She sprang to her knees and buried her face in the pillow, offering me her pussy, her arse, her everything. I stabbed into her sex, still wet and hot. I drove in as far as I could, her bottom wobbled and cushioned my thrust. I watched her arse wobble as I pumped, a tiny pimple on her left check. She arched her back and reached around to spread her cheeks. This woman new how to press my buttons. I grabbed at her pony tail and pulled her head back, I drove on and forced my full length inside. This was now brutal. This was animal. This is what I wanted. I pumped and pulled at her hair, I reached under and grabbed at a nipple, pinching it hard. As my cock exploded, I reached for her hips, holding myself inside. I twitched as every drop of cum tried to exit at once. A massive sigh and a shake, I was spent. Katie purred, "Thank you, Seb', that's just what every mum needs. I haven't been fucked like that in years." With a plop, I eased myself out, my hand underneath, catching as much juice and cum as I could, I'd be the one washing the sheets. The next morning, when I arrived at the Oakshott's I found an envelope marked "Seb'" next to the coffee machine. Inside the envelope was the delicate black G-string and a note. The note read: If you wash this, I'll be home early. K xx Of course I complied with her wishes, the super houseboy and now the super stud. She couldn't possibly live without me. I hand washed her underwear, then I baked more muffins and cleaned up the kitchen. I flew through the vacuuming and the rest of the washing. I changed the sheets on Katie's bed and put clean towels and a vase of flowers in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth again, I used Terence's toothbrush. I got a text from Katie, Be home in 15, need to talk K XX I wasn't sure if this was a good text. I was hoping for another bedroom session, not another talk. I folded the G-string and tied it with a red ribbon, it looked like a present. Katie slammed the front door and bellowed, "Seb' where are you?" Katie stormed into the kitchen and dumped her bag, phone and keys on the marble bench, she looked flustered. I guessed sex wasn't Katie's agenda. "Seb', come with me, I need to show you something." She didn't look happy. I followed Katie's march up the stairs. We bypassed the bedroom and went straight into her bathroom. Katie didn't notice the fresh flowers or the clean towels. She ripped opened a cupboard and pointed to a toiletry bag. "Have a look at that!" It was Terence's toiletry bag, I'd seen it many times. I guessed she wanted me to open it up and look inside. It contained what you'd expect, a small toothbrush, razor, aftershave, floss and so on. I questioned Katie, "What am I looking at?" "Seb', look in the zip pockets, tell me what you see?" "Katie, just spell it out, what am I supposed to see?" Katie snatched for the bag, she unzipped one of the side pockets and shook. Out fell more of Terence's stuff as well as a slick gold vibrator, a small bottle of something and a Ziploc bag filled with small off white nuggets. She pointed to the bag and asked, "Is that what I think it is?" "If you think it's crack, then it certainly looks like it. What's in the bottle?" I asked as I screwed the top off and went to smell the contents. It didn't smell of anything, I squirted some on my finger. Out came a very fine, clear oil. "What's this stuff?" I raised my fingers to my nose, I couldn't smell anything. "Seb', that's anal lube. Terence has obviously had some fun with someone or something while he's supposedly out buying art." Katie violently swept everything onto the floor, toiletries crashed against the tiled floor. She looked at me with despair and anger. "I'm going to strangle my fucking husband." I took a moment and then drove my point home, "Well that explains the mystery owner of the crack pipe. Do you think Rebecca knew all along that the pipe was her dad's? Was she protecting her father?" She looked at me and pleaded, "Seb', what are we going to do? My husband is on crack, he just leaves it laying around for the kids to find. He has anal sex with god knows who and he probably has some horrible disease..." "Katie, let's take a minute and think this through." I wanted her to see just how wrong Terence was for her family. Katie turned and walked away from all of Terence's play things. She talked as she changed out of her corporate gear. "Seb', I've been thinking about this all day, it's all I've thought about, I even considered going to the police." She threw her jacket onto the bed. The skirt dropped to the floor, she stepped free and kicked off her shoes. She slid off her opaque tights and readjusted her panties. She opened the wardrobe door, it was lined with full-length mirrors. I watched as she unbuttoned her shirt and dropped that as well, I knew the bra, I'd washed that one many times. Standing in her underwear, she turned to face me and pleaded, "If I go to the police, he may end up locked up. I don't want the kids' father to be in prison. I don't want a husband with a criminal record. In fact, I don't want this husband at all." She started to sob again. I leant in the doorway and watched. She took a couple of steps towards me, I didn't move. She then threw her arms around me and pleaded, "Seb', you must help me, my family needs you, and I need you." I held her by the waist, I swept the hair from her face. "Katie, of course I'll help. Have you spoken to Terrence? Does he know you found the crack?" "No, I can't bring myself to ring him. I'm scared of what I might do, what he might do." Katie let go of me, she bent down to dig around in the bottom drawer for a pair of jeans. Her briefs rode up her arse as she searched. I tried not to stare as she wriggled into a pair of white jeans. She turned towards me and pulled a very tight singlet over her head, pulling it down over her breasts she wiggled her bra back into place. Katie raised her arms and gathered her hair into a ponytail and secured a hair tie. "Seb', this may sound hasty to you, but I just want him out of my life, can you help me to get this arsehole away from my family?" She looked so vulnerable, how could I refuse? Katie slipped her feet into a pair of suede loafers and headed out the bedroom door. I followed behind, we went back to the kitchen. She saw the wrapped G-string on the bench and said, "Seb', you are sweet." She pecked me on the cheek and grabbed a muffin. "Katie, I have an idea, today is Thursday, why don't you collect the kids and head off to the coast for a long weekend? I'll deal with Terence. You won't need to see him for a couple of days. Get away from here, I'll make sure he doesn't follow. Take some time to clear your head." Katie jumped at my idea, she looked so relieved, she didn't hesitate at all. I guess she wanted someone else to fight this battle. I helped her pack everything they'd need for a couple of days. She gave me a friendly hug and said that I was to call as soon as I'd confronted Terence. I went back inside and waited for Terrence to arrive home. I was on edge, but not scared. Terence wasn't a match for me, he'd bitch and whine and deny everything, but I doubt he'd get physical. It'd be good if he took a swing at me, Katie would want me to hurt him. Just to be certain I grabbed an old chisel from Terence's poor excuse for a toolbox. I sat and waited and I toyed with the chisel. It was covered in rust. I'd never let any of my tools get into this condition. I sharpened the point on a grinding stone, honing its' edge. About 7:30pm, I heard the purr of his old Mercedes. It was a nice car, a 1966 280SL convertible. The garage door rolled up and he parked, I waited for him to switch off the engine, I walked towards him casually, the heavy chisel comforting in my back pocket. "G'day, Seb', how are you? Katie still at the office, being a corporate wonderwoman?" Terence opened the car door, one foot hit the ground. I slammed my weight against the car door, trapping his leg. He squealed like a 'girly pig', I enjoyed hurting him. I glared at him and spoke slowly, "Terence, Katie's not in the office, she's not here. She has Rebecca, Jodie and Jonathan with her. She won't be back for a while and she wants you out of her life." "What the fuck?" He was in a lot of pain, the car door was crushing his leg. I made myself as imposing as I could. "I found your crack pipe. Katie found the cocaine, the anal lube and all your other toys. Mate, you've fucked up your life, now you are collecting what you need and then you will get out of here." He looked like such a wimp in his red jeans. "She found what? What fucking crack pipe? What cocaine?" I knew it, just as expected, Terence was denying everything. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him halfway out of the car. I held the chisel in front of his face, I gave him the ultimatum, "Terence, we are going inside, you are packing what you need and then you are taking off. If I think you are going to do anything dumb, I am going to cut your pretty face and then I'll shove this chisel so far up your arse... Do you understand?" Terence tried to plead, "Seb', settle down mate. I don't know what's going on, we can talk...I don't do drugs. Whatever you found, it's not mine!" I didn't let him finish, I let the chisel come to a rest under his nose. "Just get your stuff and get out. And don't try to go near Katie or the kids." Terence submitted. He walked through the house, collecting what he'd need. Yep, he bitched and whined, and of course he denied everything. "It's not my coke, I don't own a crack pipe. " He sounded pathetic. Not once did he ask if Katie was ok. Not once did he mention anything about his kids. I followed behind, very carefully and very closely. Terence got in his car, I looked down at him as I closed the car door with a solid clunk. "I expect you'll hear from Katie's lawyers very soon." The engine screamed as he took off down the suburban street. I tried to ring Katie, I couldn't get through. I sent a text. Terence gone. Ring Me Katie eventually rang back, she was in her car. "Seb', what happened? He's rung me 30 times, I won't take his call. I'm coming back home." "Katie, he's gone, I don't know where..." "Seb', I'm heading back, I want to talk to you, I want to know what happened. What did he do? I bet he denied everything. Did you hit him, did you hurt the little prick?" "Katie, I think it's best if you weren't here. Stay down at the beach with the kids." "The kids will be ok. Seb', I should be with you in an hour." Katie hung up. Yep, an hour or so later, I heard the BMW in the garage. Katie asked a million questions. She poured two very large whiskies. I put ice in mine and told her a bit about my encounter with Terence. Katie guzzled the whisky and poured more. I moved on to white wine, I didn't want to get smashed, I had to be careful with alcohol. I told her that her husband was gone. She hugged me and said how wonderful I was. I glowed with her admiration. We sat in the kitchen and Katie finished the wine while I prepared some food. Katie rang a lawyer friend, she was adamant that she wanted him out of her life and she must get custody of the kids. After the call, Katie was more confident. "Seb', can you stay here tonight? I need you here with me." Katie was naked and smelling wonderful after her shower. I half undressed, I kept my jeans on. If anything did happen tonight, I didn't need the disadvantage of being naked. I climbed into bed and cuddled Katie, we soon moulded into a sleepy embrace. "Seb', I'm so lucky to have you. I know I wouldn't be strong enough to handle Terence on my own. I know I've dumped a lot on you, I'm so lucky you are here for me." She continued on about how fantastic I was until she fell asleep. It must have been the whisky and the wine, or the stress but she was out cold. I carefully switched off the lamp, she didn't even stir when I removed her glasses. She looked so gorgeous with her pale skin and blonde hair, I would do anything for this woman. In the morning, she found me in the kitchen, I guess the smell of the coffee and breakfast had tempted her downstairs. We planned the day, Katie was meeting the lawyers. That's one of the benefits of being rich, lawyers come to you. She rang the beach house to check on the kids, her call woke them up. I stayed close and pottered about the house, her lawyer friend arrived. I made them coffee then went outside to clean the pool. Terence rang my mobile, I knew he would. "Seb', Katie won't speak to me, I need to know what's happening. You scared the shit out of me last night. What the fuck is going on? I need to talk." I let Terence continue. "Seb', mate, can we meet?" He was pleading, almost begging me. He suggested we meet for coffee. I said I'd ring him back. I went inside and told Katie and the lawyer that Terence wanted to see me, I asked for instructions. The lawyer said it was ok for me to meet with Terence, adding that it couldn't do any harm. Katie told me to take her car and to be careful. I drove Katie's car to meet Terence. He was sitting at an outside table nursing an espresso. He didn't look as "art dealer groovy" as he normally does, in fact he looked like shit. He denied any involvement with drugs, he didn't know where the crack pipe came from or the cocaine. He said I had freaked him out last night and that it wasn't like me. He said, he thought I was his mate. "Seb', I don't do drugs and certainly not crack." He wasn't pleading, more like he was stating facts. "Sure, I may have been unfaithful, but not drugs, that's not me. Yes, I could have been more involved with the family, but Katie is always in control. Then you came along, you do everything, I'm not needed." Terence's phone rang, he looked at the number, he smiled, it was Katie. I heard one side of the conversation, it wasn't a long conversation, it sounded like the lawyer had got the ball rolling. His smile vanished, he angrily tossed his phone on the table. He scowled. "She's fucking divorcing me. She wants the house, everything. I get to keep MY business and she gets the lot." "My parents bought that fucking house, I paid her way through university, my Dad arranged her first job. That bitch is keeping everything. Fucking gold digger." Terence went on, he called Katie a lot of bad names, he started to vent on me. He said I was her houseboy, her pawn, her plaything. He said he'd make sure that I never sell another table in this town. I left him sitting outside the café, I walked away, leaving him to his bullshit. He followed. He was still ranting, he saw Katie's BMW. "You're driving her car! You fucking cunt. You've taken my family. You arsehole, you set this up! This isn't Katie shafting me, it's you!" I stood still. I turned slowly, both fists clenched, I fixed my eyes on him. Terence stopped yelling, he backed down and scampered off. For his sake, it was lucky the market was busy. Katie wanted to know what he'd said. I wanted to know what the lawyer had said. We filled each other in. Katie drank coffee and smoked. Katie wanted me to move in until things calmed down. She probably didn't want to be alone. I went back to my house and loaded my van with what I'd need, clothes for a couple of weeks and my current project, a solid farmhouse, table for eight. It was almost complete. I set up my gear in the garage, it wasn't ideal, but at least I could keep working. Soon the garage was full of Redgum shavings, I loved having my hands and my mind busy. Katie brought me in a coffee, she squeezed me from behind, a strong warm hug. She said, "Thanks Seb, thanks for being here for me." She was wearing glasses again and smoking another cigarette. A stay at home day? She watched me work. I ran the hand plane back and forth, gently shaving a smooth edge, I asked when the kids would be back from the beach. She said tomorrow. "Seb', I want to thank you for everything you've done for me, I couldn't have managed without you." I stopped working, I brushed myself clean. I was about to tell her that I'd do anything for her and the kids. But when I looked at Katie, I struggled to get any words out of my mouth. Katie was perched on the half-finished table amongst the wood shavings and hand tools. Her jeans were around her ankles, I have no idea where her top was. She reached behind to unclip her bra, her chubby breasts tumbled free. I stood there, staring at her loveliness. Almost naked except for that tiny black G-string. She threw the empty bra at me and leant back, gifting me those delightful breasts. I placed the plane carefully on the work bench. I kissed her aggressively. She bit hard at my lips, I tasted coffee and cigarettes and blood. I buried my face in her breasts, sucking and biting at whatever I touched. Katie pushed me away and lay back on the table, wood shavings and dust through her hair. I reached for anything sharp, I found a good chisel and with its edge, I cut the G-string free. I buried my face in her thighs, tasting her wet womanly flavour. She grabbed at my hair and pulled my face back to hers. I unbuttoned my jeans with one hand. I forcefully slid my dick through her wet folds and into a very willing pussy. I drove straight in, my thighs crashed against the rough edge of the table. Katie wrapped her legs around me and her nails dug into my back. As I drove back and forth, I tried to kiss her, our heads clashed and her glasses jabbed into my cheek. She groaned each time my pelvis banged into her, our bones thudded as she was squashed into the half-finished table. She clenched her teeth as I banged away, her head bumping on the raw timber. She drove her hips at me, faster and harder she pushed, writhing in a mess of wood shavings and heat. Her nails buried in my back, she forced me as deep as I could go. Her head shook from side to side, her breasts wobbled and quivered, she grabbed at her own nipple, she pinched and screamed, "Jezus, Jezus, Jezus!" I frantically pumped, as hard as I dared. I was almost there. Just a few more. I felt my orgasm unleash, it started somewhere down near my workboots and it finished deep inside this rich mum's cunt. Katie collapsed on the table with a gasp and a "Fuck that was good." She held me to her, pulling me down into her warmth, she kissed me all over my face, she told me how wonderful I was. My back ached, fucking this woman was hard work. Odd Socks and a Crack Pipe She stood up and shook her head. Her breasts jiggled as shavings and dirt spilled from her hair and dust hung in the air, I brushed her down. There was a large splinter of wood in her bum, she hadn't noticed. "Katie, I think you're injured, you have a decent bit of wood wedged in your bum." I picked other bits of wood and shavings from her back and her bum and her legs, she tried to shake the rest of the mess from her hair. "Katie, we'll need tweezers to get that out, let's get ourselves cleaned up." I looked at the mess on the table, there were a few spots of blood and a large wet patch - at least it was sturdy. All shiny clean and smelling fresh, Katie wanted to plan her next move. We sat by the pool drinking one of Terence's better bottles of wine. Katie smoked a lot, I had one or two, I was careful not to smoke too many. We discussed her options, she was adamant that they would divorce. She was certain Terence wouldn't contest the divorce, but she thought he may dispute the terms of the settlement. I told her not to worry about all that at this stage, she should focus on the kids. By the time the ashtray was full, we'd decided that the next day we would collect the children from the beach house and I'd move in to the spare room. I was happy with that decision, I didn't want to leave her alone. 000 I'd never seen their beach house before, it was impressive. 'Architectural rustic,' nestled amongst gum trees with magnificent views of the ocean. Katie took the three kids for a walk along the beach, I pottered about the house. The kitchen and dining area opened onto a massive deck, the dining table was crap. It looked like something from Ikea. I knew of a table that would be so much better, once the blood and the stains were sanded out. As per Katie's instructions, I collected up Terence's clothes and his junk. I filled a couple of large garbage bags - move over Terry, your time is up. Katie told the kids that she and Terence were having marital problems, she didn't mention anything about drugs. She told them I'd be moving in as their 'live-in' nanny and housekeeper. The kids seemed ok with this arrangement. Over time we settled into a routine. Katie would head off to the office, she was back working crazy hours, flying all over the place, attending corporate functions. She loved being the captain of industry, dominating in a "man's world." She had it all, the career and the family. Jodie and Rebecca went to school and Jonathon to University. I continued to cook, clean and look after the household. Dinners improved considerably, I cooked every day, and I even started to make bread. Katie made one concession in her corporate schedule, every Thursday morning she made time for me. Katie would don some really fancy and sexy gear and we'd go at it. I really enjoyed Thursdays, it wasn't swinging from the chandeliers sex, but I was satisfied. I wasn't a surrogate dad for the kids, but I did a lot of the standard parent stuff. Picking them up after training, sleepovers with their friends or band practise. I did help with the homework and organising their schedules. Katie seemed happy for me to take over part management of the kids as well as full management of the house. In hindsight, she had a good thing going. She had the career and the lifestyle she wanted. She had the kids she wanted and someone else to look after all the mundane stuff. I had it pretty good too, living in a fantastic house, great kids, regular sex and not a worry in the world. Then it all came crashing down again, Terence had a proposition for me. Terence had moved interstate. We'd remained in contact, I was his link to Jonathon, Rebecca and Jodie. He'd ring and we would chat about the kids, he still maintained that Katie was playing me for a sucker, he still jokingly called me the houseboy. We'd long got over the threats and nasty name calling, actually we did become mates again. Terence had opened another gallery in Sydney, the gay capital of the Southern Hemisphere. He'd created a niche in the art world with contemporary aboriginal artwork. During one of our regular chats, Terence asked for a favour. He wanted a large window display table suitable for sculptures and modern aboriginal artefacts - whatever they were. He didn't want to buy the table, he wanted it on consignment. If it sold he'd take 25% and I'd keep the rest. I discussed the project with Katie, to ask if she was ok with me working with her 'ex'. Katie thought it wasn't a bad idea, she couldn't care less what that 'faggot' ex-husband got up to. Yep, it turns out Terence was gay, if only I had known that! So I built a cute table for Terence's gallery. It was a pretty good table, not a bad effort for the short time frame I had to work with. I wanted to give this table a bit of pizazz, so I painted small ivory bands on the bottom of each leg, they looked like socks. I drove the 10 hours up to Sydney and set up the table in his fancy Elizabeth Bay Gallery. It was actually quite good fun catching up with Terence, he still called me the houseboy. Terence asked me to stay and have dinner with him and his new partner. We had far too many drinks, so I crashed on his couch for the night. About 4 days later, Terence calls again, he'd sold the table and the money was coming my way. I was stoked, $7,500 minus materials for less than a week's work! I asked him if he wanted to do it again. He said yes and more. He wanted another series of tables for his gallery, all with the little white socks on the legs. Also, he had some interior designer called Caroline, asking questions about my work, apparently she wants a large table for a board room. I asked Terence to send through whatever details he had. A rough sketch came through, it was impressive and big. This boardroom table was big, too big for my set up in Katie's garage. I discussed this possible commission with Katie, she was excited for me. I told her the Camberwell garage was too small for this kind of work. We'd both need to think of a solution. I approached Katie with a proposition. Fortunately, Katie said yes, actually she jumped at the opportunity. My idea was to take a short term lease on some showroom space; big enough to handle the large commission, small enough to be cheap. However, with the benefit of Katie's money, the idea developed into something much enthusiastic. We bought an empty inner city warehouse and set up a retail showroom with a workshop at the rear. We didn't rent the place, we created a joint partnership and her seed money purchased the building. Everything was in Katie's name, she was paying the bills. I merchandised the front showroom with some fairly simple pieces and we hung up our shingle, S & K Interiors. I would design, construct and sell; she would cover the expenses. I worked fairly hard, selling and building during the day as well as looking after the Oakshotts. It went quite well, S & K Interiors was ticking along at a healthy pace, Katie was so happy for me. Eventually I got around to the large board room table for Caroline, Terence's client. I emailed up my initial drawings, an email came back..."Darling, it's just too gorgeous." So, it looks like, Caroline the Client, liked my ideas. I quoted an outrageous price, with Terence and Caroline involved, there were a lot of middlemen in this deal. Less than 48 hours later I had the green light for my first big commission. Caroline said her client didn't need the table until Christmas, so I had a bit of time. In the meantime, the retail component of S & K interiors was ticking along nicely, sales were good and I was getting better at working out what the market wanted. Then, the Television gods smiled on me. My simple range of dining tables and chairs with their ivory socks ended up on a home renovating show. The show's judges went nuts about my stuff, "cutting edge design," "on trend..." I couldn't believe the way the judges carried on. My tables were good, but at the end of the day, they were just a standard table with painted feet. The particular table that was featured on the TV show, had all four legs painted in slightly different tones of the same colour. A bit odd, but boy did they sell. The television producers created a follow up story on me - from insurance salesman to celebrity artisan. Suddenly S & K Interiors was a hot brand and sales were blossoming. So now I had exposure, clients, commissions, and money flowing in. S & K Interiors was kicking goals. I had a career again as well as minor celebrity status. Katie was so pleased, the "houseboy" had made good. For me, life was fairly brilliant too. Money, sex, a great house, a fantastic family, a place at the beach, but best of all I was busy. No idle hands for the devil to play with. Then, Caroline the Client called, she babbled on about my success and more ideas she had. How together we could become the hottest Interior Design firm in the world, bigger than Conran, or Ralph Lauren. "Darling, you must come up to see me in Sydney, we need to plan. Also, Sebastian, I want you to make a presentation to our corporate client, keep them enthused." No big deal, I'd done enough corporate presentations in my previous life to not be too fazed. My elevated fame from the Television show helped a lot, now I wasn't just some hick woodworker. I flew to Sydney, and finally met "Caroline the Client." She was your typical cashed up Sydney socialite, great clothes, heaps of gold jewellery, skin like a lizard and a body created in the gym and the surgery. I guessed right about Caroline, if you could help her climb the social ladder, she was your best friend, if not, you were a cockroach. Fortunately for me, I could help her climb. So we met the board of directors at their offices in Market Place. Lots of business types in suits and stunning harbour views. Caroline was in her element, this was her playground. She was "dressed to the nines" a generous cleavage, overly tanned skin and super high heels. I did my spiel for the Directors, how the design reflected the core elements of their business; trust, stability, experience and so on. They lapped up this shit, my new found celebrity as an "on trend" designer helped. As soon as the presentation was done and we were descending 20 something floors in a glass lift, Caroline plants this kiss on me, not a peck, but a serious tongue mashing kiss. All she says is, "Sebastian, I could make you a rock star in the design world." I guess she thought the presentation went well. We jump in her car and she takes me for a 'bite to eat', looks like work is done for the day! Sitting there in a pretentious waterfront bistro, Caroline's phone rings. It turns out, the captains of industry loved my presentation and they want to commission a heap more stuff. Caroline rants on about how Sebastian is not a machine, he's an artist. He can't possibly produce that much "art" with such a small time window. Promises were made, fees negotiated and I was now seriously back in the corporate world. "Sebastian, we need champagne, you have just agreed to build and design all the furniture for three floors of merchant banking heaven." Also, they want to know when you can start on their new Shanghai office." I'm gobsmacked. I'm speechless. Caroline is beaming. After the first bottle, I decide to text Katie, "Presentation went well, we are going to need a bigger factory." After the second bottle, I send her another text, "Staying in Sydney tonight, you'll have to make the school lunches." Then it all got a bit hazy for me. I remember heading back to Caroline's Pott's Point apartment. I remember sitting on the edge of her spa, receiving a sensational blow job. Then nothing. Next thing I recall, I'm naked in this massive white bedroom and Caroline is doing a generous line of coke off my chest. I look around the room, our clothes are strewn all over the place. She sprinkles the white powder on my nipples and then licks it up, she inhales a fair bit from the end of my dick. Fuck, please no, not coke, anything but coke. She straddles my face, cowboy style, her hand is buried inside a manicured pussy, hovering above my mouth. She shouts at me, "Sebastian, eat me." Her pussy drops and I start to lick and suck aggressively, I can feel coke fuelled adrenalin pump through my entire body. I'm pissed, I'm high and I'm tongue fucking this socialite. Caroline is licking and slobbering all over my dick. She slaps it against her face and grinds her pelvis into my nose. My nose starts to run, I start to sniff uncontrollably. I can feel the familiar rush of coke through my body. I loved coke. She squeezes a couple of fingers into my arse, I feel 10 feet tall and 10 inches long, I can last forever. Do you know how hard it is to get off coke? It took me 5 years to get my habit into a manageable state. Coke needs serious management. Coke and me are old friends. We saw a lot of each other at one stage. Coke cost me my insurance business. To be coke's boyfriend, you need a lot of money. To marry coke, you need piles of dough and enough to make it last. We'd been married and then divorced, the divorce was messy. I couldn't afford the relationship and eventually it cost me everything. Caroline and I are still fucking and frolicking all over her apartment. We are doing it in every way possible, in her pussy, in her mouth, in her arse, in my arse, in the bathroom on the kitchen floor. Her apartment is decorated with our antics. Champagne, vibrators, sperm, KY Jelly, the detritus of our passion is everywhere. I couldn't give a shit, I'm too busy hoovering more coke up my nose. I'm fucking loving it. Eventually, I've exhausted Caroline's supply and I'm demanding more, I've threatened her. If she doesn't get more, I'll destroy her face. Caroline heads off to the bathroom to make a few calls. She tells me it will be all good, very soon. She tells me to calm down, she has fixed everything. I'm on edge, I'm buzzing, sex, coke, champagne...my old life back. It could have been a week, a day, an hour, I have no idea when. I'm just awake and in a hospital bed, Katie is there. Some doctor is explaining to Katie that I'm a serious binge addict, and that she may want to carefully consider her next move. He says I'm going to be trouble and that the only way forward is if I want to do something about my addiction. He tells Katie she can help and support me, but at the end of the day, I need to make a decision myself, I have to want to give it up. I've heard all this before, so I feign sleep, hoping these fuckers would go away and leave me alone. I get a glimpse of Katie, she looks like shit. She looks as though the police have told her a loved one has been murdered. Her eyes are red with dark puffy rings, she's shed a lot of tears over me. I can't believe I've fucked up again, and this was a truly sweet deal. Time heals all wounds, Love conquers all. I'll ad my own cliché here. "Coke is a Bitch!" So now I'm back in Melbourne. Katie is looking after me, I can't believe she wanted to take me on, she does have a heart of Gold! I'm not completely out of the woods, but I'm getting better. I have given up coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, red meat and hopefully coke. Katie says we are going to live a long, happy and boring life together. She kept S & K Interiors going in my absence, she informs me that she has installed herself as the business manager. She's given up corporate life for me and her family, she's building our business, something the kids can inherit. Katie now says family and health are more important than success and corporate life. Boy, has she changed. I'm really fit and most of the time, happy. With S & K interiors I look after design and production. Being creative and busy keeps my mind off the bad stuff - Idle hands are the devil's plaything. Katie's a natural with sales, she decided to keep me away from the customers. I receive a small wage and not much more. This was my idea, I don't want money. Money makes me do dumb things, like coke. Coke makes me do even dumber things, like try to scam my way into a rich family, break up a marriage and plot all kinds of devious shit. Katie won't let me marry her until Jodie finishes school. That will be in three months, so I'm planning the wedding. Katie says she is too busy running a house, a family, a boyfriend, a gay ex-husband as well as S & K Interiors to waste time organising a wedding. So love and a family are now my drug of choice. Money and coke are my "ex's." I hope I am done with both of them.