3 comments/ 42678 views/ 8 favorites Jeff Tait Ch. 01 By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. 1978. Jeff Tait graduated from high school. Barely. Jeff did the barest minimum possible to get by. Coming from a family of Over-Achievers, Jeff had tried for a time to compete, but always fell far short. His parents never failed to let him know that they were severely disappointed in him, so he just quit trying. The six foot three inch blond haired youth was an intelligent, athletic boy, but couldn't compete with his older sister who was taking college level classes in her junior year of High school. He couldn't surpass his younger brother who was the Varsity quarterback for the football team and starting Point Guard on the high School basketball team. And second best was unacceptable in their household. So the handsome young man simply didn't compete at all. He played bass guitar in a punk rock band, 'The Stained Class,' and played the local nightclubs in Lafayette, Louisiana. A producer from Atlanta, Georgia happened to hear them one night and offered them a recording deal. Their one and only hit, 'The Death of Disco,' hit number one hundred at sixty four on the Billboard charts and the band toured extensively. The thing that Jeff loved the most about being a musician was the non-stop stream of pussy. Even with a minor hit that saw very little air play, the women would swarm the shows, swarm the tour bus, and swarm the five musicians. He also liked the seemingly endless line of drugs and alcohol available to them. 1981. On New Years Day, 'The Stained Class' fell apart. Drugs and money problems tore the five musicians away from the music and each other. Broke and hungry, Jeff took a variety of jobs, never staying in one place for very long. He met Velvet at a strip club (her real name was Greta Offelstien) and several days of drugs and sex convinced him that they were in love and were meant to be together forever. She was five foot ten, bone thin, with silicone implants. Her long hair was dyed blonde; the carpet did not match the drapes. Velvet did not adapt to monogamy very well; dancing brought in around two to three hundred a night, but turning tricks brought in seven hundred to a thousand a night. Her heroin habit was escalating to five to six hundred a day, so fucking some old guy for a few bucks suited her just fine. Fucking Jeff did not. In a drugged stupor, she would try to push him off, then would just lie there and let him pump into her nearly comatose body. Finally, he quit trying to have sex with her at all. 1985. He'd not seen Velvet, or Atlanta for three years, rarely even thought of them. Last time they'd seen each other, Velvet had thrown his few clothes into a cheap suitcase and tossed them out onto the streets. He took a Greyhound bus north, leaving Atlanta behind. ---- "Is this Mr. Jeffery Tait?" a voice asked. "Yeah, this is Jeff Tait," he said and shut his eyes against the harsh sunlight. The sunlight streamed into the dingy one room flat he was sharing with a girl that told her parents she was attending college. She'd never seen a college classroom, but they wouldn't have sent her money every week if they knew that she was just lying around, doing drugs and 'writing the great American novel.' Right now, she was out, trying to coax her last girlfriend back to the apartment for more drugs and sex. "I am sorry for your loss, Mr. Tait. Greta passed away last night," the voice said in a not very sympathetic tone. "Who?" Jeff asked, the hangover pounding in his veins. A Ms Greta Tait, married to Jeffery Tait," the voice said in an exasperated tone. "Oh, oh yeah, Velvet," Jeff said. "You said she passed...she's dead?" "Complications due to AIDS," the voice said. "Would you like to make the arrangements in person, or...?" "Arrangements?" Jeff asked. "For burial, sir," the voice coldly said. "Do whatever you have to," Jeff said, finally managing to sit up. "I haven't seen the bit... her for at least three years, and you want me to pay for her funeral? I don't think so." The click told him that the caller had hung up. He staggered to the cardboard box he used as a table and poured him a stiff gin and vermouth, and cursed Lilia for not replacing the ice trays in the small refrigerator. "Here's to you, Velvet," he said aloud and toasted her. He did not harbor any resentment toward the girl, even though she'd stolen his bass guitar and amplifier shortly after their marriage and sold them for drug money. For a few months, they'd been in love; he toasted her again. 1986. Jeff was washing dishes at a diner, making just enough money to drink every night. Most of the time he just slept in the alley behind the restaurant. It was a typical Thursday in the diner; most of the patrons wouldn't get paid until Friday, so few had money to come in for a bite. He looked up when Daisy screamed excitedly and watched a man enter the diner. The man had on a highly starched uniform, chest adorned with medals. Daisy babbled nonsense and hugged the man and hung all over him. The man smiled happily and hugged her back. Daisy dragged the man around the diner and introduced him to everyone there. "And this is Jeff, he's the dishwasher," she happily said. "Jeff, this is my big brother, Jack." Jack's eyes took in the scrawny figure, the hollow eyes, and smiled sympathetically. "Jeff, it is a pleasure meeting you," Jack's rich voice boomed out. "Uh, um, thank you, sir," Jeff managed to say and winced at the strong handshake of the man. "Jeff, have you ever considered the Armed Services?" Jack asked, even though Daisy was trying to drag him over to meet Gil, the fry cook. "Um, uh, no, no I haven't," Jeff, said. "They can give you a way out," Jack said in a low voice. 1991. Jeff enrolled at Tulane University in New Orleans, Louisiana. The four years he'd put in as an Army grunt was paying for his tuition. Loans were paying for the rest of his living expenses. He did a weekend every month and two weeks every year as an officer in the Army Reserves, a second lieutenant. Then the Iraqi Army invaded Kuwait. Diplomatic and UN Resolutions fell apart and the atrocities and inhumanities foisted upon the Kuwait citizenry escalated. President Bush called upon the Army Reserves for Desert Shield. Shortly after Jeff Tait and his platoon reached the Persian Gulf region, Desert Storm was enacted. Victory wasn't long in coming, but it was nearly a year before Jeff would return to Tulane University. "I'm proud of you, son," Jeff heard his father say for the first time in his life when he returned home from Kuwait. 1995. Jeff entered the Law School of Loyola University and agreed to rent a two-bedroom apartment with a fellow law student, Brian Peterson. Brian was a twenty three year old, still very immature youth, but Jeff was used to being around immature teenagers, and turning them into responsible young men. Brian stayed up late at nights, drinking and partying, while Jeff stayed up late, hitting the books. Jeff rarely came out of his room, rarely looked up from the constant studying he did. "This is my girlfriend, Dianne," Brian happily told Jeff. The six foot three inch looked down at the Five foot one inch Asian American and smiled politely. The twenty two year old returned the polite smile. Then she and Brian disappeared into his bedroom and Jeff endured nearly three hours of sexual sounds coming through the thin plasterboard walls. If the sounds and grunts could be believed, Dianne was quite voracious in her sexual hunger and Brian was quite a good lover. ---- Jeff rubbed his eyes tiredly. It had been a bitterly cold day, the lectures long and boring, and Brian and Dianne were at it again. "Oh, yeah, that's it, take it, bitch," he heard the grunt and walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer. He turned on the television in the living room; studying in his room would be fruitless as long as Brian and Dianne were having sex. "Oh, yeah, you're such a good little pussy," he heard, then there was silence. Long moments dragged on with no more sex sounds coming from behind the closed door, so Jeff finished his beer and got to his feet. As he was walking down the hallway to his bedroom, Brian's door opened and Andrew and Brian walked out. The blush on Brian's face told Jeff all he needed to know. ---- Two months later, Jeff opened the door to a smiling Dianne. "Hello, Jeff, Brian here?" she asked and entered the apartment before he could answer. "Uh, yeah, but I think he's kind of busy," Jeff stammered. "Oh my God!" Jeff heard Dianne's horrified Shrieks, then thumps and bellows. Jeff shrugged his shoulders; Dianne was bound to find out sooner or later that Brian was bisexual. Better she see it with her own two eyes then hear it from someone else. He fixed himself a stiff drink while listening to the spirited argument, and then took the drink to his room. "Come in," he called out when there was a light knock at his door. A tearful Dianne entered and sat on his bed. They sat in silence for a few minutes, then she quietly and tearfully told him of her love for the carefree, easy going Brian. "But to walk in and find him with some guy's dick up his ass?" Dianne bitterly said. "I mean, he liked it when I'd put my Strap-on on and fuck him, but I never imagined he'd go for the real deal!" "Well, thank God you two weren't married," was all Jeff could think to say. "Look! Look!"" Dianne screamed and waved her left hand at Jeff. For the first time, Jeff noticed she wore an engagement ring on her tiny hand. It was not a small, cheap ring either. "Well, you're a lawyer," she said and laughed bitterly. "Do I have to give this back?" "Law student, not a lawyer yet, but... That depends," he smiled. "Do you consider finding a man fucking your fiancé' up the ass to be a breach of contract?" "Yes, I do!" she screeched. "Fucking queen!" "Well, then, since he's the one that broke the contractual obligations, then, no, you are not obligated to return the proceeds of the contract, actual or implied," Jeff shrugged and took a sip of his gin and tonic. Dianne grabbed the drink out of his hand and took a large gulp. "Mother of God!" she sputtered. "What the hell is that?" "Gin and tonic," Jeff said. "Would you like one?" In answer, she drained his glass and held it out to him. He smiled and left the room. A tearful Brian was hugging a very sullen Andrew, both ignoring Jeff. Jeff fixed another drink for Dianne and a fresh one for himself. She was lying on his bed, nude. She smiled up at him and dragged a finger through her puffy, wet pussy lips and seductively sucked her finger clean. Her other hand was pinching her dark nipples. He put the two glasses down on the small bedside table and methodically undressed himself. She drained one of the glasses and reached for the second one. He grabbed her wrist and she smiled impishly at him. "Suck this," he demanded and pressed his nearly flaccid cock to her lips. She was very good at cock sucking and had him hard and ready in seconds. He pressed her back into the pillows and attacked her hairless slit with his tongue. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out with her first orgasm. She whooped when he roughly flipped her over onto her stomach and speared her tightly clenched anus with his tongue. "You going to fuck me there?" she loudly demanded and reached back to spread her bony ass cheeks wide for him. "When I'm good and ready," he said and roughly slapped her ass cheeks. She laughed and wiggled her ass. He got to his knees behind her and slid into her very tight pussy. "Uh!" she cried out and he felt her tighten in orgasm. A few more thrusts, and she tightened in orgasm again. She keened very loudly when he jammed a finger into her spasming rectum. "Fuck me!" she cried out. "Fuck me up the ass!" He pulled his slimy cock from her pussy and rammed himself into her rectum as roughly as she could. 1998. Jeff smiled at the photograph that hung on his office wall. Dianne looked beautiful in the white gown and he looked quite handsome in his tuxedo. They smiled happily for the camera, the love evident on their faces. Bonham and Prescott law offices on Magazine street gave him a few of their 'dog' cases, the cases they wouldn't give to their dogs, as they were either low paying, or sure losses. Jeff attacked them with the same ferocious tenacity he attacked everything. Mr. Bonham was impressed with the Desert Storm veteran; often called him their 'Desert Dog.' Within a year, Jeff was a junior partner in the firm. Dianne was an engineer with a major oil company and also earned a substantial income. They bought a house in Kenner, Louisiana, a suburb outside of New Orleans. Barbeques and swimming parties were held at the Taints' home nearly every weekend. Rosita was hired to help with the cooking and cleaning; the house was really too large for Dianne to clean by herself. Rosita had a room on the ground floor, but rarely slept in her own bed. Dianne was delighted to discover Rosita's bisexuality and surprised Jeff with a threesome on his thirty eighth birthdays. ----- Jeff proudly paraded Dianne around for his twentieth High School reunion. He was saddened to hear that he and Vincent were the last two members of 'The Stained Class' still living. At the time of the twentieth reunion, Dianne was three months pregnant, not showing yet. Her thirty-inch A Cup breasts had swelled slightly to a Thirty B Cup, but her twenty-four inch waist and twenty-seven inch hips had not begun to spread yet. Katherine Dianne Tait was a beautiful baby and Jeff was smitten with her the moment he laid eyes on her. He'd loved her while she grew in her mother's womb, but the round face with her dark almond eyes and the little tuft of hair on her head absolutely captivated the thirty nine year old man. A month after Katherine's birth, Rosita turned in her resignation. She was a jealous woman and would not tolerate an infant taking the love and affection she craved. Consuela was a heavy-set, no-nonsense woman that did her duties and nothing more. She rebuffed any attempts to include her in the family activities, did not divulge much about herself, and only ventured upstairs to clean. 2001. The world had lost its mind. Islamic radicals had hijacked four airliners and slammed them and their passengers into the Twin Towers in New York City, the Pentagon in Washington, D.C., and a cow pasture in Pennsylvania. Jeff had lost his mind a few months earlier. His personal assistant had died in a drunk driving accident. He lost three major civil suits in a row, and had taken to drinking to excess. Finally, a pinched faced Mr. Bonham let Jeff know that he was no longer needed at Bonham and Prescott. Dianne was now the sole breadwinner for the Tait household; Jeff was finding it quite difficult to get employment anywhere. The news of his losses in the three civil suits was well known and no one wanted a liability like Jeff Tait in their office. Dianne resented having to be the sole breadwinner, resented having to be frugal in any way, resented not being able to indulge herself as she saw it her right to do. The arguments they had were much like they're lovemaking; loud and brutal. Consuela would look at Mister Jeff with obvious loathing and quite often bordered on insolence when speaking to him. "Well, I was wondering when this was coming," she sneered when he finally had to tell her that her services were no longer needed. Jeff wasn't very surprised when the dour faced young man served him with his papers. Dianne wouldn't look at him when she came home. He finally cornered her in their bedroom and she burst into tears when he showed her the papers. That night, they made slow, tender love, both knowing that it would be their last time. Katherine cried bitterly that Daddy was going bye-bye and wasn't taking her with him. Jeff cried bitterly that he had to leave the one true love of his life, but Dianne and her lawyer had promised very liberal visitation and Dianne was not asking for any child support. The fact that the lawyer that Dianne had hired had been an intern under Jeff's tutelage and had moved into the home with Dianne really stung. ---- Jeff drove his restored 1965 Ford Mustang the one hundred and twenty miles west to Lafayette and located an apartment in a fairly well kept complex. The local Goodwill supplied him with cheap furniture until he could afford better. His mother and father did not say it, but Jeff knew that he had disappointed them once again. He plunged into a three-week alcoholic haze. ---- His head hurt and his body ached. Sunlight streamed in through a crack in the curtains. He reached for the glass of water he kept on his bedside table and his hand shook so badly he spilled most of the water on himself. "This has got to stop," he told himself and dragged himself out of the filthy bed. He did not bother to shave or shower, simply pulled on a pair of swim trunks and staggered out to the apartments' communal pool. There were four children sitting out at the pool; three girls and one boy. He smiled blearily at them and dove into the icy water. He did as many laps of the small, kidney shaped pool as he could, then pulled him out and lay on a chaise lounge. When he got his breath back, he dove in again and swam some more, but at a more leisurely pace. When he got out of the pool the second time, he looked at the four kids. They war of African-American heritage, all four had skin the color of peanut butter. The oldest girl looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, with very long, straight black hair. The next girl looked about twelve or thirteen, with very long black hair as well, but her hair had a bit of curl to it. The third girl looked to be about eight or nine, with long black hair that also had a bit of curl to it. The boy looked about ten or eleven, with his black hair cut very short to the scalp. The four of then did not get into the pool; just dangle their legs in the icy water. The three girls sat on one side, all dressed in one piece, and extremely conservative swimsuits. The boy sat directly across from them in a ridiculously long pair of swim trunks. Again, he dove in, did some very brisk laps, then got out and nodded to the four kids and left the enclosed area. His apartment received the 'military' treatment. He even moved the refrigerator and cleaned behind it. Each time he made a trip to the laundry room or the large dumpster, he saw the four kids. They just sat, quietly dangling their legs in the cold water. They did not talk, or if they did, it was very quietly amongst them. His stomach growled and he realized he had not eaten yet. He carried the now clean bed linens back to the apartment just as a door opened and a burly white man with a very short haircut stepped outside. "You kids ready to eat?" he called out and the four kids rapidly got to their feet and scampered inside of the apartment. Over the next few days, Jeff got to know the man and his four children. Jimmy Simon was an overzealous religious fanatic that often quoted Biblical scripture and kept an iron grip on his three daughters. His son, Daniel, could do no wrong in his eyes, though. Jeff quickly came to the conclusion that Jimmy was a prick, and Daniel was a miniature version of his father. Eve, the oldest girl, was a very sweet young lady of seventeen. Sarah, the next in line was fifteen, and Mary was the baby of the family at nine. Daniel was thirteen. Their mother had primary custody of them, which was quite a thorn in Jimmy's side. "The courts decided that a harlot, a whore, a black woman had more rights to our children than I, a God-fearing, moral Christian!" he thundered. "No, I get stuck with the bills, though! That, I have a right to!" Jeff Tait Ch. 01 Jeff steered clear of the man, especially when Jimmy found out that Jeff was a lawyer. He did not know the 'Harlot' in question, but he wasn't about to help the self-righteous, arrogant blowhard get custody of these frightened girls. Whenever he could, though, Jimmy would corner Jeff and try to glean free legal advice. Jeff rethought his previous denouncement of Capital Punishment when he looked at the defaced paint job on his Mustang. Because he had no proof that it had been the smirking Daniel that had gouged and scratched the finish of his car, Jimmy blustered and ranted that he wasn't going to pay one red cent. Jeff paid out of pocket for the new paint job, and kept a much closer eye on the smirking, sneaky Daniel whenever Jimmy had the kids over for visitation. 2002. Jeff was both elated and broken hearted when Dianne called one day and asked him if he would keep Katherine for two weeks while she and her new husband went on their honeymoon. He agreed and wished her well and they made plans for him to pick Katherine up the day after the wedding. He did not receive, nor had he expected an invitation to the wedding. Jeff had secured a temporary position with a small law firm, a father and son company. They were elated to have a 'Big City' lawyer on their roster. So far, he had done well on the few cases he'd been given and as far as he knew they would be extending an invitation to stay. They agreed to keep his caseload light for the few weeks he'd have Katherine and he smiled as he drove to Kenner to get his daughter. She had grown in the few months that he'd been gone and he felt tears of resentment fill his eyes at the days he'd missed with his baby girl. At first she was not happy at all to be leaving her mommy and 'new daddy,' a term that filled Jeff's heart with even more resentment, but once they got on the road, her tears dried. ---- "We're going swimming!" Katherine excitedly announced as Eve stepped out of the apartment to go check the mail for her father. "Oh, she's so beautiful!" Eve cried out as Jeff and Katherine exited their apartment, both dressed in their swimsuits. "Thank you," Jeff proudly said. "You come swimming," Katherine demanded of the teenager. "Well, honey, she might not want to," Jeff gently told his daughter. "I can't," Eve sadly told the small girl. "I'm being punished right now. "Have you gotten the mail yet?" Jimmy bellowed at the girl when he yanked the door open. Eve scurried away and Katherine hid her face in the crook of her father's neck. Jimmy blared at the back of his daughter, glared at Jeff and Katherine, then slammed the door as hard as he could. Jeff stayed in the shallow end of the pool with his daughter, teaching her the fundamentals of swimming, even though she already knew them. A couple of men; Jeff guessed them to be lovers, also swam. They amused themselves by playing with Katherine and the three men delighted in her excited squeals. Jeff's initial assessment of the men proved to be correct; but he really had no problem with their sexual identity. Both were well-educated, intelligent, witty men. "Jeff. Jeff Tait," he introduced himself. "Clay, and this is Mark," and the men shook hands. During the next two weeks Jeff and Katherine saw a lot of Daniel, Sarah and Mary, but Eve seemed to be punished for the duration of the time the children were visiting their father. Jeff later found out she was being punished for talking with a young man. "By bye," Katherine waved to Eve, Sarah, and Mary as Jeff put her in her car seat and prepared to drive her home to Kenner. Dianne and her husband were coolly receptive when Jeff dropped off the sleeping Katherine and did not invite him in. He was bone tired when he returned to Lafayette, and slept nearly fifteen hours straight through. Richards and Son did ask Jeff to stay on and he graciously accepted. With a more permanent position under his feet, he began to look around for more permanent lodgings. He found a three bedroom, two-bathroom home in a more affluent neighborhood and was not sad in the least to bid Jimmy and his shit of a son good-bye. The three girls he genuinely felt sorry for; Jimmy seemed to find fault with everything they did and never let an opportunity pass without referring to them as 'sluts' and 'whores' and 'Jezebels." As a going-away present, someone (again, he had no proof that it was Daniel) scratched 'Good riddance ass hole' into the paint of the hood of his car. The main reason he suspected Daniel was because 'riddance' was misspelled. The End of 'Jeff Tait 01.' Jeff Tait Ch. 02 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. * 2002. A forty two year old Jeff Tait smiled as he pushed his cart around the grocery store. Tomorrow he was driving down to Kenner, Louisiana to pick up his three year old daughter. This meant he had to stock up on the goodies; juice and animal crackers and other things that a three year old needed. He stopped to look at the meats and saw his reflection in the long mirror behind the counter. His blonde hair was cut short; his brown eyes had a few crow's feet at the corners that hadn't been there the last time he looked in a mirror. His face was nicely tanned, thanks to the hours he spent on the golf course, his jaw was strong. Daily exercise kept the 'beer gut' from appearing on his six foot three inch frame. The lawyer had to admit that he wasn't as young as he'd like to believe, but he wasn't as old as dirt yet. He picked up a couple packages of hot dogs and tossed them into the buggy. "God, do you know what they put into those things?" the blonde woman behind him asked. "No, and that's the way I like it," he good-naturedly said. "I'm going to get my daughter tomorrow, so I have to pick up stuff she'll actually eat." "Why not just poison the child?" she asked. "Well, even though this takes longer, it is untraceable," Jeff said and walked away. He smirked when he heard her laugh at his comment. On the condiments aisle, he was pleased to see Clay and Mark, two friends from the apartment complex he used to live in, and affectionately greeted them. "So, how's the old apartments?" he asked. "Oh, God!" Clay rolled his eyes. "That odious man, Mr. Simon? His ex-wife died, some horrible automobile accident you know? Anyway, to listen to him, it was the hand of God, coming down to strike the Jezebel down for her sinful ways, and he now has custody of those poor girls." "And that little shit too," Mark shot in. "Poor girls indeed," Jeff commiserated. "That little son of a bitch stands there and tells me we're going to Hell for being gay," Clay complained. "Tell him he's going to be there to open the door for you, for being a judgmental prick," Jeff suggested and the three laughed out loud. "And for being a little juvenile delinquent," Mark agreed. ---- Dianne, his ex-wife, was extremely agitated when he arrived. Katherine wasn't ready yet, but Jeff did not argue or give her a hard time, just patiently waited for her and her new husband, who also seemed quite irritable, to get the girl ready. "Two weeks, right?" Dianne reminded him needlessly. "Okay," he smiled, which seemed to aggravate her greatly. She slammed the heavy door and he shrugged his shoulders and started up his restored 1965 Ford Mustang. Katherine was sound asleep when they'd driven the one hundred and twenty miles to Lafayette, Louisiana. She woke up very cranky, but some juice and animal crackers put her in a better mood, and splashing around in the swimming pool had her back to good spirits in no time at all. At nearly four years old, Katherine looked a great deal like her mother; black hair that hung down to her waist, although Dianne now wore it extremely short, almost in a mannish style, dark almond eyes, and skin a golden hue. Dianne's skin, though, had looked quite splotchy when Jeff looked closely at her. So had Anthony's skin. Katherine was not fat, but she was a chubby little girl, as any three year old is supposed to be. Dianne and Anthony had looked quite thin, almost gaunt. When he'd commented on that, Dianne had snapped that they were on a raw vegetable diet. The two weeks were over far before he was ready and he packed her little suitcase that she loved to carry around with her, and the large suitcase that held all of her clothes and other essential items. "Ready to go see Mommy?" he asked her as they woke up the next morning. "And New Daddy," she happily agreed. It tore his heart out when she referred to Dianne's new husband as 'New Daddy,' but Jeff knew that Katherine was far too young to understand this, so he just let it slide. He called Dianne, to let her know that they were leaving Lafayette, which would put them in Kenner in about two hours. There was no answer, and the answering machine was too full to accept any messages. ---- "They're not there," Mrs. Aucoin called out as Jeff stood outside of his former home, knocking. "Oh?" Jeff asked. "Do you know where they are?" "Jail, I think," she replied, barely masking her glee at this. She had been an extremely nosy neighbor when Jeff and Dianne lived there and had disapproved of Jeff and Dianne's many backyard parties. While not standoffish or rude to the Audoins, Jeff and Dianne never went out of their way to be friendly to them either. "Jail?" Jeff asked, mouth open in disbelief. "Yeah, about a week ago, yeah, last Wednesday in fact, a bunch of cars pulled up and they stormed the place and dragged them out in handcuffs," Mrs. Aucoin related the tale. Jeff pulled out his cell phone and called the local police department. "Manufacture of controlled substance, distribution of control substance, possession of drug paraphernalia," the bored desk sergeant recited when Jeff inquired about the charges. "And both suspects are still in custody?" Jeff asked, trying to walk away from Mrs. Aucoin without getting too far away from Katherine. "Yeah, both were arraigned, but haven't posted the bail," he said. "Do you know what the bail is set at?" Jeff inquired. "No, that's with the Clerk of Court," the desk sergeant said and the call was terminated. "Well, its Sunday, so there's no way to get through to the Clerk of Court today," Jeff mused aloud. He called Paul Richards, the senior of Richards & Son, the law firm he worked at, and let him know that he would be detained in Kenner for most of Monday. "Manufacture of met amphetamine?" he said in disbelief as the Clerk of court let him look over the Arraignment documents. The bail was set at two hundred thousand each for Dianne and Anthony. Jeff arranged to meet with Dianne, leaving Katherine with Mrs. Aucoin. Dianne looked horrible, eyes sunken, skin mottled with small scabs, hair greasy and unwashed. "No, we, we um kind have missed a couple of payments on the mortgage," Dianne admitted when Jeff asked if they could put the house as collateral for her bail. He did not ask About Anthony's bail; Anthony could worry about his own bail. Anthony and Dianne had actually missed seven payments and the bank was getting ready to foreclose on the property. Jeff obtained a key from a locksmith and took all of Katherine's toys and other personal things. When he'd moved out last year, he'd taken anything of sentimental value to him, so other than Katherine's belongings, he left the rest of the house untouched. Katherine was very upset and fussy that she did not get to see her Mommy and New Daddy. Jeff endured her crankiness all the way back home. Tuesday morning, he began the paperwork to get full custody of his daughter. Dianne attempted to fight it, but the Legal Aid attorney she'd been appointed was more concerned about the insurmountable narcotics charges pending against her client than getting custody of a three-year-old girl. Children are remarkable creatures. Within a month, Katherine had adapted to just having a Daddy and other than including them in her nightly prayers, rarely mentioned Mommy and New Daddy. Jeff had been dropping Katherine off at his parent's home for the two weeks that he had visitation with her, but knew that his parents, while they adored loved and adored Katherine, also had their own lives to attend to. He found a day-care center not far from the office of Richards & Son. ---- "You know, it's been a while since I've been out on a date," he confided to Claire. He'd met the petite blonde as he was dropping Katherine off and she was dropping her twin daughters off at the day-care Center. "Well, I don't think the rules have changed a whole bunch," she laughed. "You take me some place fancy, spend a bunch of money on me, pretend you're interested in whatever I go on and on about, try to get into my pants, then go home frustrated." "Okay, I remember all of that," he laughed with her. "What I don't remember is, when do I get to bore you about football and basketball and a bunch of other stuff you don't care about, and when do I quit pretending to listen to you?" "Oh, on the first one, you can start anytime you'd like, and on the second one, when the priest says 'You may now kiss the bride,'" she laughed. He did not go home frustrated. Claire invited him in for a 'night-cap,' and was sucking his cock the second the babysitter closed the door behind her. She was genuinely pleased when Jeff returned the favor and licked her abundantly furred lit to an orgasm. He did not say anything about the fact that her carpet did not match the drapes. He did not spend the night, either. They went out on a few more dates, but Claire seemed to be moving toward commitment and exclusivity a lot quicker than Jeff was. The break-up was not very amicable; He sent her a bouquet of roses and a nice card that wished her well. But he did find a different day-care center for Katherine. ---- "Still trying to poison your kid?" Jeff heard a female voice and turned to look at a large-breasted blonde woman. "With hot dogs and other toxic foods?" the woman reminded him. "Oh!" he finally recalled the conversation from four months earlier. "No, no, it wasn't going fast enough. So now I have her smoking crack, let's see if that'll do the trick." "Well, looking at your basket, you're not relying on crack to do the trick by itself," she sniffed disdainfully. "Have any children?" Jeff asked her. "No, not yet," she agreed. "Well, it's a lot easier to get them to eat Chef Boy-ar-dee and weenies than to eat a salad, or tofu," he said. "If they aren't given any other choices, they won't know any different," she said. "Melanie. Melanie Daigrepont." "Jeff Tait," he said and they shook hands. "My eyes are up here," she said. "Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, but you have a stain or something right there," Jeff said and blushed. She looked down at her impressive chest and had to smile; he was right. She did have a splotch of marinara sauce just above her left breast, a leftover from lunch. She followed him around the supermarket and critiqued everything he put into his basket. Depending on what it was, he either defended it, or shrugged his shoulders. At the checkout, he asked her out on a date and made her laugh when he requested that she wear a blouse that did not have any stains on it. She lived with her mother, 'just a temporary thing,' she assured him. He picked her up and she was somewhat impressed with his Mustang. He took her to a new, trendy restaurant that supposedly catered to the Vegetarian and health-conscious crowd. She was rude and condescending to the Maitre'D, the wine steward, and their waiter. He was grateful that the chef did not come out; she would have most likely spat at him. The bill relieved his wallet of one hundred and eight dollars, a fact that irritated him; he was still hungry. They walked outside into the cold November air and she curled her upper lip at something and Jeff looked over to see what new atrocity or inconvenience she was reacting to. It was a transient, a homeless person. He felt a twinge of empathy; almost twenty years ago, he'd been sleeping behind a restaurant, slowly drinking himself to death. His automatic response was to reach into his pocket for a couple of bucks. "Jeff, you are not going to..." Melanie huffed in as disgusted a tone as she could muster. Jeff looked again. The transient had long, greasy, knotted black hair. He or she was huddled in a corner, trying to stay out of the bitter wind. He thought he recognized the person and walked over toward the transient. "Leave me alone!" the transient screeched loudly. "I ain't doing nothing!" He looked into the big brown eyes, full of fear and mistrust and his heart dropped into the pit of his stomach. It was Eve Simon. "Eve?" he asked. "Eve, it's me, Jeff Tait. I used to live two doors down from your daddy's." Impulsively, he hugged the young girl to him. At first, she struggled slightly, but then accepted the friendly hug. "Jeff, the valet's here," Melanie cut in. "Give him your claim ticket." "Hang on a minute," he snapped. "This is a friend of mine!" "Jeff! Really!" Melanie huffed. "Come on, it's too cold to be out here," Jeff said gently and took Eve's hand. "Really, tell me about it," Eve agreed. The fact at Melanie was outraged just heightened Jeff's enjoyment of the situation. "We're going to the Ballet this evening," Jeff told Eve, as if the bitterly complaining Melanie wasn't even talking. "Oh! The Ballet!" Eve gasped. "I love the Ballet!" The smell was intolerable; Jeff hadn't noticed it outside in the blowing wind. But the cramped quarters of the car made it quite evident. Melanie helped make it even more evident by rolling down the window, even though it was thirty degrees outside. Melanie screeched and fussed and demanded that Jeff either put the 'gutter trash' out right then and there, or bring her home. Jeff smiled at her and drove her to her mother's house. "I'm sorry about that," Eve whispered from the back seat and Jeff laughed out loud. "I'm not," he smiled and roared away, drowning out the rest of Melanie's screamed insults. "So far, this has been the most enjoyable part of the whole evening!" The heat of the building brought out even more of Eve's body odor and Jeff was grateful that the University's Ballet Troupe wasn't that big of a draw. There were many empty seats around them. His own eyes watered and he breathed in and out through his mouth to avoid her stench as much as possible. But she was enraptured as she watched the graceful and beautiful movements of the dancers. She reacted with gasps and sighs as the dancers leapt and twirled and glided through their interpretation of Concertos in C Minor. "That was so beautiful," she sighed as he led her to his car. Where to take her wasn't a question; he drove her to his home. The pimple-faced babysitter looked shocked, almost stricken when she looked at the young black girl, but accepted Jeff's money and beat a hasty retreat. Jeff showed Eve the main bathroom. He grabbed a pair of his sweatpants and a large tee shirt. He had Eve crack the door open and drop her dirty clothes out into the hallway and gingerly carried them to the laundry room. He set the washer to 'Soak' and added a generous amount of bleach to the detergent. The young lady that emerged from the bathroom was the same beautiful girl he remembered from the apartment complex. Her skin was the color of coffee with a very generous helping of cream added, and was surprisingly free of pimples and blackheads. Her long black hair still had a few knots in it; they'd most likely have to be cut out with scissors, but looked a great deal better. Her brown eyes were large, expressive as she looked at him expectantly. He had another surprise, though, that her heavy winter coat had hidden from view; she was obviously pregnant. He brought her into the kitchen and fixed her a plate of eggs and bacon. She probably didn't taste any of it, as quickly as she ate it and greedily gulped down the two glasses of milk that he poured out for her. When she finished, Jeff got the full story from her. Her mother had died in a car crash; a drunk driver crossed the median and plowed head first into Jessica Simon. Of course, the drunk survived with minor scratches and was given five years probation. She and her two sisters and Daniel went to live with their father, Jimmy. Jimmy was still as overbearingly religious and judgmental as ever and still as harsh and strict with the girls, but lenient when it came to Daniel. A good deal of Daniel's wrongs was blamed on the girls, Eve getting the brunt of it since she was the eldest. On her eighteenth birthday, a schoolmate took her out on her very first date, because it was her birthday. He took her to an Applebee's restaurant (Jeff fought the urge to smirk at this) and seemed really nice to the naive girl. From Applebee's, he drove her out to the Atchafalaya Basin, a popular make-out spot. He told her he loved her and she responded in kind. Then he convinced her that if she loved him, she would let him have sex with her. She told him she didn't want to get pregnant, but he convinced her if it was her first time, she couldn't get pregnant. "Well, guess what?" she bitterly said. "You can get pregnant, whether it's your first time or your one thousandth time," Jeff said and sipped his gin and tonic. Of course, after there one and only date, Barry Dumas never looked at her again. When she missed her first period, she didn't really think anything about it; she was always a bit irregular anyway. When she missed her second one, though, she began to worry a little. Then when her breasts began to feel very tender and sore and she felt queasy in the mornings, she put it together. Barry denied any involvement, saying that since it had been her first time, and he had pulled out and squirted on her stomach, it couldn't possibly be his. Jimmy ranted and raved, and threw her out on the street, disowning her. Jeff rethought his position on Capital Punishment to now include both Juvenile Delinquents that deface classic automobiles and boys that lie to girls and then deny responsibility. He also thought of a new category for fathers that turn their backs on their children when their children needed them the most. He hugged the quietly sobbing girl and she clung to him and sobbed harder. He rubbed her back and crooned comforting words to her and was slightly embarrassed when he began to get an erection. Finally, she stopped crying and pulled away from him. "Okay, let me show you to your bedroom," he smiled at her and was alarmed at the stricken look she gave him. "Are you going to want, you know, um, sex?" she asked, the fear evident in her voice. "What? No!" he exclaimed. "No, Eve! I would never do that!" She eyed the small television set in the guest bedroom and was elated when Jeff showed her how to use the remote control. Jeff then remembered that Jimmy often railed against the inherent dangers of letting your children watch television; it was the tool of Satan in his eyes. "Well, maybe if you'd let your kids watch television, your daughter would have known better than to fall for those tired old lines that little shit fed her," he thought to himself. He checked on Katherine again; she was still sound asleep. Then he went and readied himself for bed. ---- When Jeff woke up at five thirty, he heard the television still playing. At first, this disoriented him, and then he remembered Eve. He did his morning calisthenics, and then got breakfast ready for Katherine. The smell of French toast did the trick and Katherine came bouncing into the kitchen. "Good morning, sleeping beauty," he smiled at her and put her into her booster seat. "Who's she?" Katherine asked as a very nervous Eve peered into the kitchen. "Her? That's your friend Eve. You remember her, when Daddy lived in the shoe-box? Jeff said. (The 'Shoebox' was what Jeff called his old apartment, a name that delighted Katherine.)" "Daddy's silly," Katherine happily told the girl. "Good morning, Eve, sleep well?" Jeff asked. "Um, yeah, um, where's my coat and stuff?" Eve asked, looking all around but never at Jeff or Katherine. "It's in the dryer, why?" Jeff asked and put a second plate of French toast on the table. Jeff Tait Ch. 02 "Well, um, you going to want me to go and..." she said. "What? Why?" Jeff asked and patted the chairs back for her to sit. "Ain't you going to work today?" Eve asked. "Yes I am, but Eve, you can stay here and watch TV, read, there's a ton of books all over the place, pick your nose," which made Katherine laugh and Eve smile, "Or whatever," Jeff said and again patted the chair for her to sit down and eat. "You sure?" Eve asked and sat down and looked at the bottle of syrup. "Yes, just clean up after yourself, okay?" Jeff said and slid the bottle of syrup over to her. She ate with relish, obviously enjoying the sticky sweetness of the syrup. Jeff wondered if Jimmy thought syrup was sinful as well. Seemed as though the man thought anything enjoyable was a sin. He showered and shaved, and was walking down the hall, knotting his tie when he heard giggles coming from Katherine's room. He stuck his head in and saw that Eve had Katherine in her lap, brushing the girl's long hair and tickling her. He realized that the girl missed her sisters and her brother; she'd probably been the one to take care of them. "Think you can get her ready for school?" he smiled. That's what they called the day-care center, 'school.' "Sure," Eve happily agreed and finished brushing the girl's hair. "You come too," Katherine demanded when Eve handed Katherine to Jeff. "Eve's already been through school, silly goose," Jeff smiled and impulsively kissed Eve before walking through the kitchen door to the garage. Once at work, Jeff looked through his Rolodex and found Roger's number. "And is this appointment for yourself?" Roger's wife, Jocelyn, who did double duty as Roger's receptionist teased Jeff. "No, thank you," Jeff laughed. "But, hey Jocelyn? If you're not doing anything later? Think you could bite me?" "If you had anything to bite, it would be a pleasure," Jocelyn responded. Jeff and Roger and Jocelyn had gone to high school together; Roger was one of the few friends Jeff had kept in contact with over the years. He called his home and Eve picked up the phone after the third ring. "Hello?" the uncertain voice asked. "Hi, it's me, Jeff," he said cheerfully. "Hi," she said, still uncertain. "Um, listen, I got you an appointment with Doctor Peleur, he's an OB/Gin, for four thirty tomorrow afternoon, okay?" Jeff said. "Um, Mr. Jeff?" Eve asked, the fear evident in her voice. "I don't got any money." "And you don't need any," he said, keeping his voice light and cheerful. ---- Jeff dropped off a few subpoenas at the Clerk of Court's office and realized that there was a 'Baby Showcase' store right across the street. If the sign was to be believed, they had discount prices on Maternity wear, along with their other merchandise. "And how far along is your wife?" the pleasant but nosy girl asked him. "I have no idea," he laughed and laughed a little harder at her stunned expression. "It's actually a friend of mine, and I think she's about six months along." He selected a few dresses and a few simple tops and slacks. He also picked out a camisole top and shorts for Eve to sleep in, figuring she would tire of his baggy tee shirts and oversized sweatpants. He and Katherine entered the kitchen through the garage and Jeff had to quickly put his briefcase in front of his raging erection. Eve was on her hands and knees, scrubbing the baseboards, dressed in only a tee shirt. The tee shirt hung down, baring her rounded belly and her milk-laden breasts and dark, puffy nipples to his gaze. The hem of the tee shirt barely reached the bottom of her pudgy buttocks, baring her patch of black pubic hair and pale pink inner lips to his hungry eyes. "Eve, honey, when I said 'clean up after yourself,' I didn't mean to scrub the whole house," he said. "Your baseboards were filthy," she accused. "You need to fire whoever's been cleaning your house." "Um, that would be me," he smiled. "Been a long time since we've eaten off of the baseboards, so I guess I just kind of let it go." Eve allowed herself to be dragged to Katherine's room to play games and Jeff hurriedly changed out of his suit and into jeans and a golf shirt. But first he had to go into his private bathroom and stroke his cock to a knee buckling orgasm. He couldn't help himself; he wondered what Eve's pussy would taste like, what it would feel like, how tight her plump ass would be. "Can I help?" Eve asked as he bustled about in the kitchen. "No, no, I just about got it," he cheerfully said. "But there's some stuff in those bags for you." He nodded to the three bags that sat in the chair at his kitchen table. Even cautiously looked into the bags and gasped at the clothing. "I can't take this!" she cried out. "And you can't run around in my tee shirts all the time either!" Jeff smiled and began to set the table. She may have been protesting, but Jeff noticed that she took the time to look into the other bags as well. "Thank you," she softly murmured and hugged him. He leaned over and pressed his lips to the top of her head; she was at least a foot shorter than him. Her next move surprised and startled him; she pressed her full lips to his in an impassioned kiss. "No one's ever bought me clothes before," she said and wiped the tears away. "It was always hand-me-downs from my cousin Rachael." "Well, I didn't know how to get in touch with your cousin Rachael, so I had to go get you your own clothes," he tried to joke, but she just hugged him tighter. ---- ---- Roger declared mother and child to be in good health, despite having endured a few months on the streets of Lafayette during a bitter winter. From there, Jeff took both Eve and Katherine to Junior's, a barbeque restaurant. Eve fell in love with their hamburgers and oversized malts; Katherine already loved their 'world famous hot dog and chili.' "I can't let you do that!" Eve protested as Jeff steered into the Baby Showcase parking lot. The same salesgirl happily helped Eve find some bras and other undergarments and did not miss Eve's putting her head on Jeff's shoulder, or Eve's clutching possessively onto Jeff's arm as he paid for the purchases. ---- ---- "Um, can I ask you something?" Eve asked Roger as he concluded his routine examination. Eve and Roger were blushing hotly, but smiling as Eve joined Katherine and Jeff in the waiting room. "Bye bye," Katherine waved to Miss Jocelyn. Again they went to Junior's; Eve had declared it to be 'our restaurant,' and the waitresses were quick to agree with her. The cashier also remembered them from a couple of weeks ago and smiled as Eve clutched possessively onto Jeff's free arm. From the restaurant, Jeff steered into the parking lot of the grocery store. Again, he saw how much the girl missed her sisters and her brother when she delegated herself to push Katherine around in the buggy. "I'll be right back," Jeff told Eve as she pushed the buggy down the aisle. "How's a couple of steaks sound for dinner one night?" "You are a hard man to find," Jeff heard as he picked out a couple of T-Bone steaks. He turned to see Melanie Daigrepont standing there, an insincere smile pasted on her face. "In the phone book," he said and shrugged. "I looked for Jeff Tate, but the two that were in there were both married, and they weren't lawyers," she accused. "Let me guess," he smiled. "T. A. T. E. Right?" "Well, yeah," she said. "How else do you spell Tate?" "T. A. I. T," Eve said as she positioned their buggy in between Melanie and Jeff. Eve glared at the haughty blonde; she remembered her from that cold December night. Melanie was the shrill woman that had insisted that Jeff 'put the gutter tramp out at once.' Melanie looked with contempt at the little girl in the buggy's seat, then at Jeff again. If this slant eyed yellow bitch was his kid, Melanie was better off without him. "Uh huh," she sneered at the knocked up welfare case, then pushed her buggy away. "And good riddance," Jeff muttered to Melanie's retreating back. Eve disappeared into her room as soon as the groceries had been unloaded. Jeff bathed Katherine, then played two games of Candy land with her before it was bedtime. After reading 'Rapunzel' to her, he turned off her bedroom light and walked down the hall to his own bedroom. ---- Jeff was so embarrassed. Ever since he'd seen her pussy and her heavy milk-filled breasts, he'd been having erotic dreams of his little houseguest. But tonight's dream was so intense, he was sure he'd actually ejaculated. Eve would be sure to see the stains when she did the laundry. "I love you," he heard her whisper. "I love you too," he admitted and sleepily rolled over. His alarm clock went off at five thirty and he groggily shut it off then lay there, trying to wake up. The light snoring jolted him awake and he sat upright and turned on the bedside lamp. Eve lay on her side, facing him, sleeping soundly. "Mmm," she murmured as he lightly kissed her full lips. She reached for him and pulled him to her. "Dr. Peleur says it's okay if we make love," she whispered to him and spread her legs for him. If she was disappointed that he barely entered her before he came, she did not say anything; she just showered his face and neck with kisses. She gasped and cooed as he lightly stroked her heavy breasts and giggled as he ran his fingers over her full belly. She grunted as his fingers delved into her wetness, then gritted her teeth as he flicked her clitoris. "Yesss," she hissed and flooded his fingers with her wetness. "Yesss!" she cried out as he entered her again. The End of 'Jeff Tait 02.' Jeff Tait Ch. 03 *Author's note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. 2003 "I have no daughter named Eve," Jimmy Simon sanctimoniously declared when Jeff Tait called him to let him know that his daughter was alive and well, and unceremoniously hung up. The forty three year old lawyer again thought his position against capital punishment. He did not tell the eighteen-year-old girl about contacting her father. It would have only served to hurt her; she'd already been through enough. ---- "Got a box for you," Jeff called out as he brought in a box that had been leaning up against the front door. "What is it?" Eve asked as she waddled into the living room. At nearly eight months of pregnancy, waddling was her only mode of walking. "Don't know, it's address to 'Eve Simon,' not 'Eve Simon or whoever feels like opening it,'" Jeff said and handed it to her, grabbing the opportunity to steal a few kisses from her in the process. "Daddy's silly," Katherine giggled and reached up to her father for a few kisses of her own. Eve read the return address on the box and smiled and blushed. She did not tell Jeff anything, simply turned and brought the box to their bedroom. When she first came to live with him, Jeff had installed her in his guest room. She assumed the duties of maid, cleaning his house from top to dottom and doing all the laundry for him and his daughter. One night (he was so sure it had been a wet dream) she snuck into his bedroom and took his manhood into her mouth. When she had swallowed all of his delicious seed, she whispered in the darkness that she loved him, and then had fallen asleep, smelling his clean, masculine scent, comforted and secure. The next morning, he found her still in his bed, and they became lovers. He fixed their dinner and then bathed Katherine and got her ready for bed. A couple of games of 'Chutes and Ladders,' and it was bedtime for Katherine. "Aw, holy shit," Jeff said when he walked into his bedroom. Eve sat in the middle of the bed, wearing an ivory white baby doll nightie. Her swollen belly was prominently visible as the top was held on by one ribbon that joined the front just over the belly. Her crotchless white panties were also visible to his gaze and while he watched, she pulled the opening apart to display her freshly shaved pussy. "Hey, 'Daddy,'" she cooed. "Do you like what you see?" "Love it," he admitted and quickly stripped out of his clothes. He tried to ease her onto her back, but with giggles and squeals, she 'fought back,' and managed to take his rock-hard cock into her mouth. Two strokes later, he was spurting down her throat. When she'd drained his seed from him, she lavished attention to his heavy balls and stroked his manhood until it was hard again. "Now," she sighed. "Now you can have your way with me, Mr. Tait." She stretched out and he eased his cock into her, careful not to put any weight onto her distended belly. She grunted in orgasm; her 'trigger' was nearly as fast as his. As he'd just finished coming in her hot sucking mouth, he was able to resist coming right away in her tightly gripping pussy. He tugged at the bow of her top and greedily took one of her swollen nipples into his mouth and hungrily sucked at it. "Oh, God, Baby, baby, Baby," she grunted and sighed as she kept coming. "Yeessss!" she cried out as his teeth nipped at her overly sensitive nipple. He couldn't hold out any longer and pumped long streams of his semen into her tight sheath. "So, why'd you shave it?" he asked as they cuddled in their afterglow. "Thought you might like it," she said sleepily. "Obviously I was right." ---- A month later, Eve put the now stained garment away in a drawer; the stains were not coming out in the gentle cycle, or by hand. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. Those stains were badges of honor to her, signs that her man still found her sexy and desirable, even at eight and a half months pregnant. But sex was now very uncomfortable so she put it away. Even oral sex was a bit hard for her; the heartburn and indigestion was at the intolerable mark. ---- Something was wrong. There were a thousand knives jabbing her in the belly. In the darkness Eve reached out and grabbed onto the man she loved with all her heart, the man that made her feel safe and secure. The bedside lamp went on and Jeff could see the fear in Eve's deep brown eyes. His smile made her feel better immediately. She let him dress her and help her waddle down the hall to the new minivan he'd bought for them. Once she was buckled up and kissed a few times, he went back inside and got a cranky and crabby Katherine. "But I don't want the baby right now," she whined. "You tell it to come back later, Eve!" Jeff called his parents and woke them up, then called Dr. Roger Pelieur. "Wow, that's the same thing Katherine said," Jeff laughed and hung up. "Dr. Pelieur said to tell the baby to wait until a decent hour," he told Eve, who was having a contraction at that moment and didn't find that comment all that funny. Katherine was asleep by the time Jeff pulled up in front of his parents' home; his mother stood outside in her robe and slippers. She smiled warmly and kissed Eve tenderly. "It'll be okay," she assured the girl. "I had three of them and survived." "Thanks, Mrs. Tait," Eve tried to smile. "Be a good girl," Jeff warned Katherine. "She always is," his father said and took the sleeping child in his arms and carried her to the house. A smiling Roger and Jocelyn met them at the hospital and Eve burst into tears of gratitude. She again cried when Jeff, now dressed in surgical garb, joined them in the delivery room. Faith Ann Tait was born at ten forty that March morning; an exhausted Eve smiled weakly at Jeff. "Um, not that I mind, but why'd you name her that?" he asked her and kissed her again. "Because, even when I was sleeping behind those dumpsters, I never ever lost faith," she said. "No, no, not 'Faith,'" he smiled. "No, I meant the 'Tait.'" "What else would she name the baby?" Jocelyn snapped. "I swear, men are so stupid." "You're not mad, are you?" Eve asked, her bottom lip beginning to quiver. "No, no, not at all," Jeff hastened to assure her. "Quite the opposite; I'm thrilled to death to have another daughter." "I love you," Eve said as they wheeled her away to her own private room. "So, do you go to all of Roger's deliveries?" Jeff asked Jocelyn. "Just the ones I care about," Jocelyn admitted. "And I really care about this one. That poor girl's been through so much; and not having a mother..." ---- "Tait?" Jeff's father said. "But, Jeffy, it's not..." "Shush!" his mother said sharply. "It most certainly is! What would you have her name the child? Simon? Or whatever that no-good little bastard's name is? Tait's the right name for that baby." She pulled Jeff into the kitchen by his ear, to the delight of Katherine, and the amusement of both Jeff and his father. "And Eve needs to be a Tait too, Jeffy" his mother hissed sharply. "If you're going to treat her as your wife, you need to make her your wife. It's a sin and you know it, taking advantage of that young girl like that." He kissed his mother and made her squeal by picking her up off of the ground. "You're absolutely right, Mom," he said. "Put me down, you barbarian!" his mother called out which brought in a giggling Katherine. "Come on, let's go see your sister," Jeff told the child. "And Eve?" Katherine asked. "Yes, and Eve," Jeff agreed. A nurse's aide was showing Eve how to change diapers when Katherine and Jeff came into the room. He couldn't help but marvel and just how beautiful the young mother was as she smiled and listened to Katherine's excited babble. "She's very excited about having a baby sister," Jeff told her and kissed her in greeting. "How about you?" Eve asked him worriedly. "I love her, love her with all my heart, and love you even more," he said to her and kissed her again. The law firm kept his client load light while he divided his time between work and home. His mother was a constant visitor, showing the young girl how to care for the baby. ---- "You going?" Eve asked Jeff as he read the announcement of his twenty fifth high school reunion. "Guess so," he shrugged. "I mean, other than Roger and Jocelyn, I really didn't have any friends in high school. It is kind of fun, though, to see who's lost the most hair since the last time we saw each other." "Is that all y'all do?" she smiled. "No, there's dancing, and eating, and usually there's a free bar, so a lot of them try to see how much free booze they can drink," he said. "Well, that doesn't sound like much fun," Eve shrugged. "Terribly boring," he agreed, then grabbed her which made her squeal) and pulled her onto his lap. "But I'd love it if you'd be my date for it." His mother and Jocelyn helped the girl pick out the perfect little black dress for the occasion; in the five weeks since given birth to Faith, she still maintained a bit of a paunch and her breasts were still quite swollen as she was breast-feeding, but they managed to find the perfect dress. Or at least that's what they told Jeff. Seeing the happy excited look on Eve's face made him smile as well. "Okay, so I'll pick you up tomorrow and we'll have our hair done and..." Jocelyn was prattling. "Aw, holy shit!" Jeff interrupted her. "You're not going to be there too, are you?" "Well, yeah," Jocelyn said, a confused frown on her face. "Aw, well, screw it," Jeff said. "I definitely don't feel up to it now." "Hey, Jeff, do me a huge favor?" Jocelyn said. "Think you could go fuck yourself?" "How nice to see that neither one of you have grown up at all," Jeff's mother chided the two friends. His father was quick to point out how Faith had the Tait nose, forgetting that Jeff wasn't actually the father of the little girl. Jeff's sister and brother were very quick to give him a bunch of crap about Eve's youth, but it was done with love. "Trying to recapture your youth, by sleeping with one?" his sister said. "Mid-life crisis, you're supposed to get a little sports car, not a little hottie," his brother teased. Jocelyn, his mother, and Eve were right; it was the perfect little black dress. Her creamy shoulders and arms were bare, and quite a bit of creamy tanned cleavage were visible. The hemline ended a few inches above her knee, showing a pair of shapely legs sheathed in fine hose and her small feet were in black sandals that sported four-inch heels. Her long black hair had been done into one thick French braid, which had been pinned up. Her nails were a deep scarlet red. "Damn, that is, you really look great," Jeff, said as he admired her. She twirled around for his approval. "Wow," his father said as he and Jeff's mother came in from Jeff's kitchen. Katherine was sitting and eating her dinner. She had thrown a major fit when she found out she wasn't going with Daddy and Eve. She had just been allowed out of 'time out' to finish her dinner. "I can think of only one thing that would make that outfit look even better," Jeff said as he took the small box from his coat pocket. "Is that what I think it is?" his mother interrupted as Eve stared at the ring with open-mouthed shock. "You make my world complete," Jeff said simply. "I want it to be forever." "Congratulations," Mrs. Tait said sincerely as she hugged the still speechless girl. "She hasn't said 'yes,' getting nervous there, Jeffy?" his father said and nudged Jeff in the ribs. "Are you serious?" Eve finally managed to ask. "Of course I am," Jeff smiled. "I would have lived like this forever," she whispered as they drove to the reunion. "You didn't have to..." "I know that," he said. "But I didn't want to. I want you to be my wife, not just my lover." At the Hilton & Towers' Grand Ball room, Eve waggled her hand at Jocelyn, and then she and Jocelyn screeched their excitement at each other, while Roger pumped Jeff's hand in congratulations. Jeff stepped behind Roger when Jocelyn ran up to hug him. "Get away from me, strange woman!" Jeff yelled. "Security! Security! This woman's touching me inappropriately!" "I ought to beat your ass inappropriately," Jocelyn laughed. "But give me a hug, you stupid son of a bitch!" Many of his male classmates congratulated him; many also expressed jealousy. Quite a few of the women, however, were less than accepting and warm; some were outright hostile to Eve. Despite her sweet and docile nature, a few months on the streets had also given Eve a bit of an edge. "I'm sorry," she very sweetly said to one woman. "Jeff didn't tell me what class you'd taught when he was a student?" "Aw, didn't they have that in your size?" she asked another woman that was wearing a gown that was far too revealing for her forty-two years of age. "Well, Jeff," one woman smiled sweetly as he and Eve made their way off of the dance floor. "How sweet of you to bring your daughter." "Oh, no, unlike you, I didn't start having children right after graduation," Jeff smiled. "This is my lover and the mother of my daughter, Faith. She was born five weeks ago, and is just as beautiful as her mother." The band took a break while the dinner was being served and Jeff and Eve joined Roger and Jocelyn and two other couples. One of the women, a classmate, sneered at Eve. "Well, Jeff, I do remember that, in high school, you only liked the skinniest of girls," she cooed nastily. "So you now like them with a little 'meat on their bones,' do you?" "That must give someone like yourself some real hope," Eve smiled sweetly. "You asked for it," Bennie, her husband said and shrugged. The other woman contented herself with the occasional glare in Eve's direction, but did not dare open her mouth. Her husband, a classmate of Jeff's, contented himself with the occasional stare, obviously trying to see if he could peer down Eve's cleavage. "Hey, Timmy, mind putting your eyes anywhere else but down my fiancé's dress?" Jeff finally said. Eve giddily hugged his arm tightly at the word 'fiancé,' and she and Jocelyn shared a smile of genuine happiness. Both of the women picked up on the smile and softened considerably. Eve didn't win everyone's approval by the time she and Jeff left the ballroom, but many had ceased their hateful glares. On the ride home, Eve twisted slightly in the seat of the Mustang and at a red light, got Jeff's attention. He'd already had an erection from the kisses he and Eve had shared as they waited on the valet to bring the car around. The sight of her little black dress bunched up around her waist, smoothly shaved pussy on full display caused him to lurch, and shoot a full load down the leg of his tuxedo slacks. She laughed heartily and pulled the dress back down. Once they'd arrived home, his mother and father were sleeping soundly in the guest bedroom; Faith in her crib and Katherine bundled in the bed between the two grandparents. "Before we went and had our hair done," Eve whispered to Jeff, as she was pulling his tie off. "Jocelyn took me to see Roger and he gave me the 'all clear' to have sex." "Gee, I don't know, Honey," he feigned exhaustion. "I'm kind of tired." "That's fine," she said. "You can go to sleep. Just leave the cock out where I can get to it." Despite losing a full load down his trousers, he was spurting again as she sucked him into her mouth. She smiled at him, showed him the full load in her mouth, and then swallowed noisily. She then dropped her dress to the floor and made her way to the bed, dressed in her garter belt, hose, and four inch heels. "Come on, sleepy head," she cooed. Come lay down. Mama'll do ALL the work." She didn't have to do all of the work. He participated as he put her on her knees and pounded into her pussy from behind. He didn't like the condom, but agreed with her that it was the best alternative until she could get onto birth control pills. Her breasts freely dribbled their milk as he gripped her tits in his hands and jammed as deeply as he could. "Oh, yyeess!" she hissed as he probed a finger into her spasming anus. She clamped her rectum tightly clenched, though when he pressed the head of his cock against it. "That's for our wedding night," she promised and guided him back into her pussy. "That's blackmail," he whispered. "Call it what you will, Mr. Tait," she smiled over shoulder. "But I don't until I hear 'I do.'" He laughed and rolled her over. They came together to enjoy a position that had previously been unavailable to them. Face to face, belly to belly, his weight fully on her. "Oh, my God," she hissed in his ear. "I love you so much, Baby." "Love you too," he whispered. ---- Eve was still asleep when he slipped out of bed and dressed in tee shirt and jeans. He remembered that the sanctimonious, pretentious Jimmy could often be seen outside in the early mornings, smoking a couple of cigarettes in the parking lot of the apartment complex. He was, of course, quick to condemn anyone else who smoked. Sure enough, Jeff could see the small puff of smoke as Jimmy paced the parking lot behind the apartment building. ""Hello, Jimmy," he said as he approached. "Um, oh, um," Jimmy struggled to remember Jeff's name. "Jeff. Jeff Tait," Jeff said and held out his hand. "Oh, yeah! Used to live a couple of doors down, right?" Jimmy said, still wary. "Right, right," Jeff said and let his ignored hand drop to his side. "So, um, how's it going?" Jimmy asked. "Going great," Jeff said and smiled a smile he did not feel. "Just got engaged last night in fact." "Oh, well, congratulations," Jimmy said and smiled a little. "Who's the lucky girl?" "Eve, Eve Simon," Jeff said. "Oh, I don't know any Eve," Jimmy said and lighted another cigarette. "Look, prick," personally, I don't give a flying fuck," Jeff said, smile gone. "But it would mean a lot to a very sweet girl if her Daddy would walk her down the aisle." "Hey, doesn't the Bible say anything about 'Let ye who is without sin cast the first stone,' or did they leave that out of your Bible?" Jeff said as he opened the door to his mustang. "What did you do?" a wide-eyed Eve asked when he walked into his living room. "Went for a drive," he shrugged. "You are the sweetest, most wonderful man in the whole world," she whispered and dragged him back to their bedroom. Come on, your Mom and Dad have the kids out at the park." "How many of these condoms did Roger give you?" he laughed as she rolled one onto his rapidly expanding cock. "Only twelve," she said. "But I go back on Tuesday; I'll pick up some more." He found out, in the laziness of post-coital bliss, that Jimmy had called and spoken with his daughter. Sara had given him the phone number. While it wasn't the warmest phone call she'd ever received, it was a stepping-stone. "So, when would you like to get married?" she asked him and kissed him before he could answer. "As soon as you can find a wedding dress," he admitted when she finally released his lips. The End of Jeff Tait 03.