32 comments/ 64220 views/ 4 favorites Unexpected Forgiveness By: Slirpuff I would like to personally thank the Hip and Knee Doc for all the help he gave me on editing this story and making it flow. * All right, I admit it; I'm a cheat and, a bastard of sorts. I'm unfaithful as the day is long, and about twenty other freaking adjectives, but if nothing else; I'm a man of my word. A little confused? Let me give you a little history so you can see where I'm coming from. My name is Greg Moore and I'm a born and bred pussy- hound. Ever since I can remember, my dad, Dan, would tell me that a good looking guy with money in his pocket could get all the free pussy he ever wanted; that is, if he played his cards right. He should know, since he's sure had his share; along with two ex-wife's. My family owns a small construction company in sunny Florida that has been around for about fifty years. All my dad ever wanted to do, was to build the best house he could, party on the weekends, and fuck every available pussy he could find. Along the way, he knocked up two women, hence me and my sister Tammy were born. If he got a girl pregnant, he married her, "You screw up, you've got to pay the piper," he told me. The second thing he taught me was that when you gave someone your word, you stood by it no matter what the cost; "because a man's word is all he has when it comes right down to it." However, that never stopped him from fucking around, and that's why he has two ex-wife's. I lost my virginity at fifteen to a woman that worked for my father. When I say woman, she was twenty-five and looking back, I'm sure he was screwing her. The two of us were sorting invoices and getting ready for the tax season, when my dad announced that we had to get the job finished by Saturday morning for the auditor. "Come on dad, it's going to take us all night," I complained. "And your point?" he asked. "The sooner you stop complaining the sooner you'll get it done," he told me. "Do you see Sherri complaining? She knows that sometimes you have to go that extra mile to get the job done. The sooner you learn that, the better off you'll be. I'll send over dinner for you two, and Sherri will give you a ride home when you're done. Have fun," he said as he walked out the door. I complained a bit more and then got my ass in gear and it turned out that; it wasn't as bad as I had thought. We broke for dinner at about 7:00 and were winding it up by about 9:30, when something weird started happening. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear that Sherri was coming on to me. Mind you, I wasn't experienced, but I wasn't naive either; I knew when I was being hit on. It was subtle at first; a little innocent touching and brushing me with her breasts as she leaned over the table to grab an invoice; but it was enough to bring my dick to attention. I'm glad the table was there, because I was rock- hard and making a huge tent in my pants. I made sure that I was always on the other side of the table to not embarrass myself by letting Sherri see my condition; but I got caught anyway. "My, my, my," she said; as she looked at the bulge in my pants. "How can you work with that in your way?" she said now rubbing it with her hand. "We'll just have to get rid of it if we're ever going to finish our project." She dropped to her knees, pulled my dick out of my pants; and sucked it down in one motion. "Oh my god," is all I could say as she worked on me. I would have exploded in twenty seconds if I had not thought about my English paper that was due Wednesday, the ugly troll in my second period class, and the nun I had in grade school. Regardless, I shot off in about thirty seconds. Sherri's mouth never left my dick as I shot what must have been two gallons down her throat. Well, it felt like two gallons anyway. She just swallowed it all and cleaned me up with her mouth as I tried to get my head around what had just happened. "There, that should make it more comfortable for you," and then she told me; "let's finish this up shall we?" I raced to get everything sorted and packed up into file boxes, not knowing what was next on the agenda for me. "See, that wasn't so bad" she said out loud. "It's only 10:15 and we're done," she said looking at her watch. "I told your dad that I'd have you home by 12:30, so we still have two hours to kill. Do you have any ideas?" she said unbuttoning her blouse. The next three hours were something out of a teenager's wet dream. She started off giving me another blowjob, and; "I lasted two minutes this time," which I can say with pride. She then fucked me three times. Sherri showed me how a girl likes to be kissed, how not to paw at a girl's boobs, and how to flick a girl's clit with your tongue to get her off. I slept in on Saturday morning, as I was completely exhausted. Mom was pissed that I'd stayed out past 1:00 am, but dad said it was a character-building tool, and how right he was. I wasn't sure if he'd set it up with Sherri, but later I heard through the grapevine; that she had gotten an early Christmas bonus for taking care of a personal matter for him. I worked for my father on weekends and every summer. He started me off at the bottom and I had to work my up through the company. In the course of four years, I had a new car, money in the bank, and a finely chiseled body thanks to my dad. Try carrying 50-pound bundles of shingles up two-story ladders along with 4x8 sheets of roofing plywood, and; you got into shape or you died, one of the two. My sister had it a lot easier. Tammy went to college and got a degree in accounting. She controlled the purse strings when she took over six years later; and boy, was she tight with the money. I can remember when I told her one- day to ease up a little, and that I needed another nail gun, just for a spare in case one broke. She looked me straight in the eye and exclaimed; "All right, if you want it that damn bad, you can have it, but I'm deducting it from your pay-check on Friday." We never got that stinking nail gun, especially not with my money anyway. Life went on. I wasn't all blue collar though. My dad sent me to college to get a degree in business because as he put it, "You need to know what has to be done, how to do it, and how to be smart enough to instruct someone else on how to do it for you." So I graduated from Florida State and went to work for the family business full- time. I was still quite a pussy- hound though. I dated and screwed every girl who was decent looking or still breathing. I always did it covered, as I didn't want to end up like dear old dad, and I never got an STD or any other gift from any of my bed partners. I would date a girl until she started to get serious or wanted to take it to the next level, and then I would end it and move on. However, after a few years it got pretty old. I could still find a multitude of women to take to bed, but they all blended into one another after a while. I tasted white, black, red, and yellow, pussy and in the dark they were all basically the same. I started going out with my buddies in groups, so that I didn't have to be with just one woman. My vendors were always throwing parties and the groups at my local Home Depot were always looking to unwind after work. That's where I met Gail. She'd had worked at the local Home Depot in building materials when I first met her. She took care of the contractor's accounts and was one tough cookie. She was nice looking, had an average body and knew how to handle herself around blue-collar construction workers. "Hey Gail," I shouted at her one day. "When are we going out?" I ribbed her. "Gee Greg, you wouldn't know what to do with a real woman," she replied. "I'm not like one of your china dolls, and you wouldn't last twenty minutes," she said with a laugh and then walked away. The guys gave me a hard time for two days after that exchange. I got to know Gail pretty well over the next couple of months. I only let her handle my orders, which had its advantages because she was determined to move up in the company. One day I told her that I would give her all the lumber business for my next five houses if she would guarantee that there would be no slip- ups. Beaming; she said, "Give me that chance and we'll prove to you that we can match anyone's price and beat their delivery by at least two days." She got the order. The material for the first two houses went forward without a hitch; but the third one was a complete disaster. The order was missing items and a lot of the wood looked like seconds. I got on the phone and ripped her apart. "Send the truck back, and I'll have it back on the job-site tomorrow morning, I promise," she told me. So the truck went back, and true to her word, it hit the site at 7:00 the next morning, and was perfect. I found out later, that she canned two of the employees that had initially pulled the order and off- loaded the truck herself. Three people stayed over and helped Gail pull and load the new order, and she made sure the driver came in an hour early so it would be on the job-site before 7:00. The next time I saw her at the store, I gave her a thumbs up. I told her that if she ever wanted to leave Home Depot, she'd always have a job waiting for her at my company; and I meant it. After that, Gail was always a part of our after hours group. However, after a while the group started to dwindle down. At first, there were about eight of us, then there were six, then two more transferred to different stores, which finally left Gail and myself. Because of my work with Habitat For Humanity, I was invited to their yearly dinner and charity auction. Gail and I had been somewhat going out for about a month. We hit the movies most Saturday nights, and usually met after work for dinner and drinks twice a week; so I asked her if she'd like to go with me. "The dinner is semi-formal," I told her, "and I'll pick you up around 7:00." "Thank god I decided to lose a few pounds," she told me, "or I'd have never fit into the only dress I've got for such an occasion." Up to that point, I'd seen Gail in jeans, T-shirts and a few plain blouses, so I didn't really know what to expect. Gail you see isn't a raving beauty. On a scale of 1 to 10, she was about a seven. She's about 5'6" tall, has medium length brown hair, pretty hazel eyes, and her weight, well; your guess was as good as mine. I left a little early to drive to Gail's apartment because I'd never been there and didn't want to be late. I looked good, if I do say so myself. I was sporting a new haircut, was clean-shaven and was wearing a tux I'd borrowed from my dad; I looked hot. However, when she opened the door, my mouth dropped. If I was hot, she was smoking. I almost didn't recognize her. She had on a slinky black number that you could barely see the straps that went over her shoulders. The front was low enough so that you could see plenty of cleavage, but the back was cut down to her waist; "Hot damn" was all I could say. In my books, she went from a 7 to at least a 12, if that was possible. "From the way your tongue is hanging out, I think you approve of the way I look," Gail said with a laugh. "And you don't look half- bad yourself," she told me, "You cleanup pretty well," she said as she pulled me into her apartment. "It's just that I've never seen you in a dress and ...," I started to say when Gail cut me off. "You really mean that you never thought that I'd look this good dressed up," she told me. "Do I look like one of your china dolls?" she asked. "Better, much better," I replied. "Brains and good looks, does it get any better?" I said in trying to recover. She said, "well, don't get any ideas buster. This body is off limits. Do you read me loud and clear?" "Yes sir," I joked. "Your carriage awaits, my lady," I said with a deep bow. "I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of an evening," she said grabbing her purse; it most certainly was one of the best evenings of my life. Everyone, and I do mean everyone, including my dad, wanted to know who the new girl with me was. No one believed she worked for Home Depot in the construction department. We had a great time. We ate, danced, and drank up a storm. When the auction started, my dad told me that he wanted to spend at least $4 to - 5,000.00; because it was a good cause and I should buy whatever I wanted. Most of the stuff was donated and I'd either owned it, or couldn't care less about it. I did win a dinner for four, for over New Years Eve at the Ritz Carleton, which included two suites at a cost of $1,250.00, and a complete set of kitchen- ware, including pots and pans for another $750.00, which was; something that I needed for myself. I finally found an item that I really wanted. It was a five-day stay at the Sandals Resort in Jamaica. I had never been out of the country and really wanted to go. "If I win, will you come with me?" I asked a surprised Gail. "What do you mean, go with you? I can't afford that," she replied. "It'll cost you nothing. It's an all- inclusive resort and our company will be buying the tickets," I told her. "In that case, why not?" she said as I noticed that she was getting excited. The bidding was hot and heavy for the package. It looked like there were three of us who wanted it, and after three minutes it was down to two of us. I bumped the bid by $500.00 and then another $500.00 before the other guy folded. Gail was screaming, and jumping up and down as everyone congratulated me on my winning bid. It cost me $2,950.00, which was more than the trip was even worth, but I had won. My dad and his date came by and asked if I planned on using the tickets. "Hell yes," I told him. "And I planned on taking this lovely lady with me," I said motioning to Gail. "If you change your mind, I'll take them off your hands," dad said with a laugh. "Also, ease up on the booze tonight, since I can't afford you getting a DWI," he said with a concerned look on his face knowing how heavy I'd been hitting it tonight. "Don't worry Mr. Moore; I'll make sure he doesn't drive drunk," Gail told him. "If I have to, I'll drive him home myself," she assured him. "Thank you, as my insurance carrier would cancel me if another person on my policy got a DWI," he told Gail. "Well, enjoy the rest of the evening and nice meeting you," he said walking away with his arm candy. Gail was enjoying herself immensely. She had a thing for Greg, but wasn't about to tell him. "He looks so hot tonight," she thought to herself. "I wish he felt the same way about me as I do about him," but Gail believed that Greg was out of her league. We danced for the last forty-five minutes of the dinner. I had started to sober up and was getting more than a little friendly with her. If I wasn't holding her hand, I would have my hand on her arm or knee; and what was great, she let me. During the last slow dance, I caressed her entire back and shoulders, and she could feel my hot breath on her cheek as we glided across the floor. She was more than perspiring at the end of that number. From her perspective, she was so damm hot, that she wanted to rip his clothes off and screw his brains out right there on the dance floor; but she knew that it wasn't going to happen tonight. At least she didn't think it would. "Gail, I had a great time tonight," I told her. "You're someone I'm comfortable with and feel that I can talk to you about anything," I told her as we were walking to my truck. When we arrived at her apartment, I walked her to the door and then followed a pregnant pause. "Screw it," Gail thought to herself. She reached up and put a full- lip lock on Greg. "If he's not going to make the first move, damm it, then I will," and she did. I didn't fight it as we made out for about five minutes at her front door. Still a little apprehensive, and more than a little horny, I told her that I had to go, and that I would call her tomorrow. We kissed once more, with tongue this time, and she walked into her apartment, alone. "I guess I'm not up to his standards," she said angrily to herself, as she got undressed. "I guess he's still hung up on those delicate china dolls and I'm not good enough for him," she thought and got even angrier. "Screw him, I don't need a spoiled brat sniffing around me," but she did. She really had the hots for Greg, since the first time she had layed eyes on him. She reminded herself that he was out of her league, but she wouldn't have kicked him out of bed tonight if he had been willing. I drove home with a raging hard on. "Why the hell didn't I just take her to bed tonight, as she was more than willing?" I asked myself out loud. "She looked fantastic tonight and hell, I'd already asked her to go to Jamaica with me, so what was the problem?" I already knew the answer to that question, though; I was used to using women and then discarding them without a second thought, but I really liked Gail, and that was troubling me. The following morning, my dad asked me about Gail and what my intentions were; I lied. "She's a worker- bee dad, but I'd sure like to bed the bitch," I said with a fake smile. "Maybe we can double- date on New Year's Eve for dinner?" I asked my dad. "We'll have two adjoining suites, so at least we won't have to drive home in all that craziness." Dan knew his son better than Greg knew himself and knew that he was giving him a line. "Then it's all set," he told his son. "But, I'm going to see if I can get another room, so Tammy and her boyfriend can join us, and then it'll be like a family outing," he told me. For the next two days Greg fought with himself. He liked Gail that much he knew for sure; but he also didn't want to settle down just yet. By Monday he'd decided to just go with the flow and see what happen; "no commitments," he told himself. Gail was pissed that the evening didn't end the way she wanted it to. "I wonder if he even remembers asking me to go to Jamaica with him," she asked herself. "He never called the next day like he said he would, so that probably means I didn't live up to his expectations," she thought as she was getting herself even more worked up on Monday morning. "Screw him," she said to herself as she started reviewing the day's deliveries. Gail never saw Greg walking up to the order desk, but everyone else did. Everyone was trying to stay out of her way, because she could be a miserable bitch when she got her dander up. "Morning Gail, and how's my favorite girl today?" I opened with. Gail shot him a look that could have frozen water at thirty paces. "Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," I told her trying to make light of her mood. "Ok, I screwed up and forgot to call you, I'm sorry, so shoot me," I said with a big smile on my face with my arms out stretched. "Greg, what do you want?" she replied. "I've got a ton of work today and two sorry assholes called in sick on me." "Look, why don't we talk over dinner tonight? I'll pick you up at 7:00 and we catch up then," I told her. "8:00 please make it 8:00 tonight; I don't get off until 7:00 and I'll need to go home and take a shower," she replied. "Let's make it somewhere simple and casual, because I don't want to get all dressed up tonight." "Got it; 8:00, something casual, See you then," I said walking away. "Gail's got a boy friend, Gail's got a boy friend," one of her workers sang to her. "Listen pea brains; if you don't want me to work you to death, I think I'd shut the hell up right now. "Do I make myself clear?" she said in a tone that dripped with sarcasm. Dinner started quietly until Greg broke the ice. "If you're available, I'd like to know if you want to have dinner with me on New Year's Eve? I know it's short notice with it being only three weeks away, but if you don't have any plans, I'd like you to come. Anyway; we still have to pick a date for our vacation," I told her. "We're shut down between Christmas and New Year's because it's so slow, or we could go right before, or right after the holidays. Do you have any vacation time available?" I asked. Unexpected Forgiveness "All right, cut the crap Greg," Gale replied. "What's going on here, and what the hell do you want?" "I just want to get to know you better; that's all" I replied. "Let's cut to the chase. How well do you want to know me; my likes, and my hobbies, or are you just interested in getting into my panties?" she kind of yelled at me. "Easy girl; I want it all. I know from your kiss last weekend, that there's something there also; I just want to take it to the next level and see where it goes from there." "Toy with me and I'll rip your bleeding heart out and make you watch it stop beating. Do you understand?" she said. "You sure know how to sweet talk a guy into bed don't you," I told her. That conversation is how we took it up a notch. New Year's Eve was the start of it all. Dad complained about the prices of raw materials and Gail told him about the new wood/resin composites and how he could save a bundle with prefab floor joists, and so it went; all the way throughout dinner. I finally grabbed her on to the dance floor to end the shoptalk. By midnight, we had gone from second to third base and I was looking to hit a home run; either that, or steal home, whichever came first. Up in our suite, we skipped the preliminaries and got right down to it. Gail had the rock hard body of a weight- lifter. Great abs, a solid ass, and legs that could crush anything caught in between them. Her breasts were firm and had the most sensitive nipples my tongue had ever come across. Without going into too many juicy details, let's just say that my evening with Gail was better than I ever could have imagined. She wasn't bashful about taking my seven inches, and after I'd eaten her pussy to two climaxes, she stuck her tongue halfway down my throat. "I wanted to see what I taste like on you," she told me. After that, it took me a few minutes to get my dick all the way into her; something about not being with any man in the last three years. We screwed for the next four hours in every position we could think of. The only time we came up for air was when one or the other of us needed to make a pit stop. At four am, we finally took a shower and crawled into bed for some needed sleep. I spooned her until we fell asleep which took all of two minutes. "I'm never going to be able to walk again," Gail said as she eased out of bed. "I said you could break it in, not wear it out," she said laughing as she tried to straighten up. "You better get used to it babes, because we're leaving tomorrow for five days of fun in the sun, and I expect you to put out," I said throwing a pillow at her. "How about some breakfast?" I called my dad and sister's room and we all met in the restaurant. "Use this card for all your expenses," Tammy said as she passed me the company Visa card. "Go overboard, and I'll cut your nuts off when you get back," she told me. "Thanks sis, and maybe I'll bring you back a little something, that is, if I can get Gail to let me out of the bedroom," I said with a laugh fully expecting a physical retribution from her; and it came. We did it all in Jamaica. We surfed, climbed a waterfall, went on wave runners and even para-sailed. We were both in seventh heaven. It was the evenings that we liked best. I bought Gail a few tropical sundresses that showed off her body, especially in the moonlight. After dinner, we would walk the beaches; sip on wine, and talk; mostly about ourselves. Gale was in love, and she knew that for a fact, but she wasn't quite sure about Greg. Gail was watching the ocean on the balcony of their room when I came up behind her. "Want to do something daring tonight?" I asked. Not waiting for her to answer, I turned off all the lights and went back to the balcony. "I'm not sure about this," she told me as I took off her sundress and threw it on the bed. I took off my shorts and shirt and pulled her into my arms. We kissed, tenderly at first, before mashing lips and exchanging tongues. Gail hadn't worn a bra or panties since we arrived, which gave me, access to her at all times, including right at that moment. With her back to the railing, I spread her legs wide and got on my knees and feasted on her shaved pussy. It was after the second day, and our third bottle of wine, that I had talked Gail into shaving her pussy for me. "Think about how naughty you'll feel," I told her. So, a half hour later, I had her on the bed feasting on her newly shaved cunt; and that's what I was doing again right now. "Oh yes" Gail cooed as I licked her folds just stopping momentarily to give her clit a little extra attention. In her entire life, Gail had only had her pussy eaten three times before she first made love to me, and now I made sure it was a nightly occurrence. "Right there, Oh God, do it right there," she instructed me as I slipped a finger into her moist hole. Gail squatted down to get every inch of my finger as I moved it in and out of her while I lapped up her juices. I felt her tremble, and then clamp down on my finger as she got off the first time, and almost fell down on top of me. Getting up, I turned her around, laid her over the railing, and started screwing her from behind. "Oh yes, harder, harder," she screamed as I rammed my tool into her. Holding the rail for dear life, she felt hot, light- headed, and wonderful all at the same time. After only five minutes she felt the hot tingly rush come over her as she gripped the railing. "Oh God, yes," she screamed at the top of her lungs as she pushed her ass back against my cock. We were both coming down when we heard the applause from down below. Two couples were looking up at us, clapping, and yelling "Bravo, Bravo," as we looked down. I bowed, waved, and pulled an embarrassed Gail into the room. "Oh my God," she exploded; "I'm not going to be able to show my face anywhere after this," she explained. "I never even noticed them until just now." "Well, it looks like they enjoyed the show," I said with a smile. "What do you plan on showing them in act two?" I asked before finding myself tackled onto the bed. The following and last day of our vacation was sad. Gail turned beet red when the couple, that had watched us gave us a thumbs up when we saw them in the restaurant the next morning. We were packed and at the airport by noon when Gail realized that her fairy tale was coming to an end. "Back to the real world tomorrow," she said to herself. The next week was busy, to say the least. She and Greg didn't get together or even see one another until Saturday night for dinner, and then they were off to his apartment for desert of a certain kind. That's the way it went for the next three weeks. "Damn," Gail said as she looked at the stick. "There's got to be some mistake," she said as she took out another and tested it again. "I needed this like a hole in the head," she thought as she sat down on the bed. "Now what am I going to do?" "Where the hell is she?" I said after calling Gail for the umpteenth time on Friday. I'd left ten messages for her throughout the week, and she hadn't returned one. "I wonder what the hell I did this time?" I was waiting for her when she came home from work on Friday night. Sitting there on her stoop with a smile and a beer in my hand, I looked like the cat that ate the canary. "If you won't return my calls, I'll just track you down one way or another," I said with a smile. However, Gail wasn't laughing. "It looks like someone had a bad day. Why don't we jump in the shower, have some fun and then go out to dinner? However, it doesn't necessarily have to be in that particular order." "I'm really not in the mood tonight, Greg. Can I take a rain check?" she asked. "All right, what the hell is going on Gail, and don't give me this crap about a rain check either," I said as I now started to get annoyed. "Come on in," she said opening the door. "I guess I might as well tell you now, since you're going to find out sooner or later, anyway." "This can't be good." "I've never seen her this serious before," I thought as we both sat at her kitchen table. "I'm pregnant," she burst out without warning. "I tested myself and finally ended up going to the doctor yesterday to get it confirmed. His best guess, is that it happened sometime during our week in Jamaica," she told me. "I wasn't on the pill, but I know we used a condom every time, so I don't know how it happened Greg," she said starting to tear up. "I don't need this right now," she said as she slammed her fist on the table. "Oh shit," I said to myself. She was right. We had used a condom all the time, except; not quite all the time. I remembered the night on the balcony. It was an impulsive romp, a spur of the moment type of thing, and I didn't quite have the time to put on a condom before we did it. Now she's beating herself up for my screw-up. "Do you want to get rid of it?" I asked. "No, I don't want to get rid of it," she snapped back. "It's an innocent baby for Christ's sake. It's not its fault that we screwed up," she yelled back at me. "Greg, just go; I'll take care of this in my own way, as I already know what you want," she said pushing me out the door and slamming it behind me. I pounded on the door but she just told me to; "go away, leave me the hell alone." I must have called her twenty times over the next two days, but she never picked up or returned my calls. It was then that I had the family meeting that I was dreading more than a root canal. "I messed up and got Gail pregnant," I told my dad and sister. "And I made the mistake of asking her if she wanted to get rid of it," I told them. "I can't believe you asked her that. How stupid are you?" she yelled. "Her hormones are racing through her body, she's probably an emotional wreck, and the guy who knocks her up wants her to abort it before even asking her if she wants to keep it. You really are a cold hearted son of a bitch aren't you?" "Easy, Tam, I didn't tell her to do that, I simply asked her what she wanted to do; that's all," I tried to explain. "Relax, you two," their father said in his loud don't defy me voice. "My only question, son is, what the hell do you plan on doing?" "I don't know dad. She won't talk to me." "Don't give me that crap Greg. You know what the hell I'm asking. Are you going to marry her, or not? God damn it." he asked. "I'm not sure dad. I care for her a lot, but I'm not sure I love her," I replied. "Well, we both know that she's too damn good for your ass, but that's the first thing you have to decide. After that, we'll handle the rest together," dad told me. "Just so I have all the facts, it is your kid, isn't it?" "No question about that," I told him. "Looks like it happened while we were on vacation." "Well, take a couple of days off, get your head on straight, and decide what you want to do," he told me. "Whatever you decide, we'll back your decision. Now get the hell out of here; Tam and I have work to do." I left, went to my apartment, and got totally hammered. After pulling my sorry ass out of bed the following morning, and looking in the mirror, I realized that I alone was responsible for this mess. "Mess up and you have to pay the piper." Were my dad's words that went through my head; and I knew what I had to do. I walked into the Home Depot, with one purpose on my mind. It took me a few minutes to locate Gail; as she was talking to her store manager. I came up behind her, spun her around, and in the center of the lumber department, I dropped down on one knee and asked her to marry me. I had picked out a ring that morning, by myself, and didn't even tell dad or Tammy about what I was going to do. To say that Gail was surprised was an understatement. When she told me that I didn't have to do this, I got pissed. "For Christ's sake Gail, will you marry me or not?" I said holding out the ring. She teared up; "Yes, yes I will marry you Greg," as everyone around us applauded. The next thing I heard over the store loud speaker; was, "marriage proposal accepted on isle two. Our Gail's getting married," as all the store employees started to cheer. That night, we had dinner with dad and Tammy. She showed them the ring and Tammy pulled her away to start making arrangements for the wedding and showers. "You did the right thing, son," my dad told me. "She's a keeper, but just don't fuck up like I did. Keep your dick in your pants and you'll do all right," he said with a smile. "As a wedding gift, I'm giving you that house we took in on a trade last year. It's a 3/2 and needs a bit of work, but you'll need more room than your apartment when the baby comes," he told me. It wasn't a large wedding, with about 100 people who were mostly friends and coworkers. Gail's parents flew in from San Jose California along with her only brother. It was a lovely ceremony and we passed on the honeymoon, because we both needed to be out of our apartments before the end of the month. So in less then two months, I was married, had a kid on the way, and we were in our first house; talk about fast. The guys razzed me a lot for the first couple of weeks, that is, until I worked their ass into the ground. Then they eased up a bit. Everyone at Home Depot was happy for us. They gave us a 20% discount on items for our house, so we ended up spending almost $5,000.00 in the first three months. Gail was starting to show, but was determined not to let it slow her down; and she didn't. She nearly screwed me to death over the last four months, because she said that after the baby was born, we'd have our hands full. It sure was nice waking up to a blowjob most mornings, or having a clean- shaved muff on my face as a pre-breakfast treat. Her water broke at work, and her store manager drove her to the hospital. He called me and I met them in the emergency room. The next thirty-six hours were a bitch for both of us; but it was worth it. Little Randi was born at 10:17 in the morning and was beautiful. "I'm a dad," I shouted as I came out of the delivery room and greeted everyone. We were now a real family and life was great. That is until I screwed it all up. I tried God damn it, I really tried. I kept my zipper up for almost four years before I fell miserably. A shingle company, who wanted our business, sent a hot little number with their contract proposal. She set up a meeting in the restaurant at the Holiday Inn and I fell big time. "We really want your business, and as you can see, our prices are very competitive," she said with her tits hanging out all over the contract. "We want all your business, but will take whatever you can throw our way," she cooed. "I'll do anything, just anything to get your business," she said licking the side of her wine glass while opening one more button on her jacket. All right, I'm a weak son of a bitch. I took her upstairs to her room and fucked her all afternoon and then signed a contract for 25% of our business. I screwed her once a month for the next seven months when she just happened to bring us the monthly statement. After that, I went on a rampage that lasted nine months. I must have fucked or gotten a blowjob from eight different girls during that time. It wasn't until Friday night, just before bed, that I noticed the first crack in my marriage. There was an envelope on my pillow with my name on it. "What's this?" I said as I opened it. In it was a "get- out- of- jail" card from a monopoly game, and a sealed condom. "Hon, what's this for?" I asked. Walking out of the bathroom, she looked me straight in the eye. "That's your get- out- of jail- free- card," she told me. "It's good for anything you've done up until this moment, but after tonight, all bets are off." I knew Gail must have suspected something, but I wasn't about to admit to fucking around on her. "I don't need this damn card," I said ripping it in half; "I haven't done anything I shouldn't," I told Gail, calling her bluff. "Well, that's not the word on the street, so that's why the rubber. You're not going to touch me for the next thirty days without wearing one of those, and until you show me a clean bill of health from the doctor. After that, we'll play it by ear," she stated most dramatically. "I'm not going to wear a rubber with my wife," I insisted. "I haven't done anything," I told her again; but she wasn't buying it. "Well, then go get tested tomorrow," she yelled at me. "And if your clean, we'll talk," she said climbing into her side of the bed. "So Greg, if you want any nookie tonight, your dick's going to be covered. Understand?" I'd got my dander up, grabbed a pillow, and headed for the spare room. "Your loss," I said as I slammed the door. "Fucking bitch, I'll show her who's boss," I said under my breath as I climbed into the bed by myself. "She'll be begging me to come back," I told myself, but I was full of shit and never realized it. It was cool around the house for the next month, because neither one of us was giving in. Talk about being stubborn. At almost four weeks to the day, I brought home flowers, dinner, and a big mushy card. "I'm sorry hon, I can't live in the same house with you being mad at me; as I love you so much," I told her. I was still getting strange stuff on the side, but I did love her, or thought I did anyway. We made love that night. It wasn't a quick roll in the sack like with all the others, but it was slow, sweet, and tender. "I've been such an ass, please forgive me honey," I pleaded. Like a fool she did. However, it wasn't 24 hours later, that I was banging some bimbo in the back of my van; "I'll never get caught," I told myself. I was of course wrong, everyone gets caught. The eventful day was the day of my daughter's birthday with our house filled with excitement. Tammy was with her new bean counter husband decorating the back yard, and my dad, with his new live- in sex toy, was picking up the food. Me? I was fucking some 19-year-old slut in her apartment. She went from riding my face to riding my cock, before I finally shot my load down her throat. "Hey girl, it's been fun, but I've got to get home before the wife comes looking for me," I told her. "Maybe we can do this again," I said as I ran out the door. "Shit, I'm late; Gail's going to have a fucking cow," I told myself as I headed home. Everyone was already there when I pulled in. I got Randi's present out of the back seat, walked through the front door, and gave my wife a peck on the lips. That is when Mount Saint Gail erupted. "You fucking bastard. You couldn't keep you dick in your pants even on the day of your daughter's birthday party could you? Get the fucking hell out of here before I kill you god damn it," Gail screamed as she threw a plate of food at me. I started to say something like, "I don't know what you're talking about," but never got the chance. "You could have at least had the courtesy of washing her cunt off your face before you kissed me, you asshole. Get the fuck out of here," she screamed as Tammy held her back. With my tail between my legs and with everyone looking on, I left my house for the last time. My wife was crying, my daughter was crying and, asking me to stay, but the look my dad and Tammy gave me said it all; you really fucked up this time, and I had. I didn't fight the divorce, because there was no reason to. Gail got the house, custody of Randi, and half of what we had in the bank. She could have gotten a share of the company, but she told Tammy, "I want nothing from that mother- fucker," so in four months it was all over. She stayed at Home Depot and I went back to screwing around like I had done before meeting Gail. I had Randi every other weekend and sometimes one or two nights during the week, but pawned her off to baby- sitters most of the time. I had a one-bedroom apartment and let her have my bed when she stayed the night. I was totally messed up and going down fast. Unexpected Forgiveness Four months after the divorce, Gail told me that she and a group of her friends were going on a four- day cruise. "Do you think that you can keep it together for four days and watch Randi?" she asked. "I'm not a cripple; I can handle a five year old," I replied in a sarcastic tone. "Well then prove it." "Pick her up from school on Friday and I'll pick her up on Monday night. Think you can handle that, Greg? She's got a cold coming on, so give her some baby aspirin before she goes to bed," Gail instructed. "Do you want me to write it down or do you think you can remember it?" she asked. "I'll remember," I replied. "I've still got a good memory for important things," I told her. "Ya right, like our marriage vows?" she countered. "Just don't mess this up. She's your daughter, please remember that," Gail said as she got in her car and drove away. I picked up Randi right after school and we hung out and went to McDonalds for dinner. She was a little quiet, but was probably annoyed to be with me. "We're going to have a great weekend," I told her. "I've got videos, games, and we're going to the zoo on Saturday with grandpa," I told her but she still wasn't herself. That night I got worried. She was hot to the touch and had thrown up. I ran a cool bath for her and went downstairs to get a beer. I heard the crack and thud all the way from the kitchen. Randi must have slipped in the tub, and hit her head on something; because there was blood everywhere. I saw the gash on the side of her head and when it wouldn't stop bleeding, I headed to the closest hospital emergency room. It took ten stitches to close the cut, but she still had a fever of over 103 degrees, so they admitted her for observation; as they thought she could possibly have a concussion. When the doctor finally came, the nurse kicked me out of her room. I paced the hallway like a mad- man for the next half hour. Finally, they asked if I would donate a pint of blood, just to be on the safe side, "hell yes," I said; I guess they were low on O- negative blood. Over the next three hours, I found out how little I knew about my daughter. I didn't have a clue what she was allergic to, who her family doctor was, or even the date of her last vaccinations. What kind of father was I? I did give her blood though. For the next three hours I gave them all they wanted. They gave me fluids and asked me how I was doing. "The hell with me, how's my daughter?" I asked. "She's stable now, but we'll be keeping her for a few more days, just to be sure," I was told. It was Saturday afternoon before I could get a hold of Tammy and dad. They were in and out of the hospital the entire weekend. I left a message on Gail's phone, so when she got back she would know where we were. Sunday morning, I took a shower at the hospital, and I was given the bed next to Randi's. I then changed into a fresh set of clothes that my dad had brought me. "Hi pumpkin" I said as I kissed her on the forehead. "You really gave me a fright sweet- heart." "How do you feel?" "My throat hurts and I want these to go away," she said looking at the tubes in her arms. "Pretty soon, babes, pretty soon. Why don't you sleep for a little bit while daddy talks to Aunt Tammy" I asked her while noticing my sister at the door. "I'll be right here, so don't worry about anything." "You look like crap," Tammy said with a smile. "Love you too sis," I replied. "The doctor said she caught some bug or virus that spiked her temperature and made her light- headed. Thank God I got her here on Friday night." "You did good, little brother, for once you didn't mess up. You should be proud of yourself," she told me. "Gail's not going to be very happy with what happened to her little baby, but at least I left her a message on her phone. I hope she doesn't try to call me, because I haven't a clue where my cell phone is. Do me a favor. Please, watch Randi for a minute, since I've got something I need to do." The chapel was tiny and dark, but I wasn't there to inspect it, only to use it. "God," I started. "I've never done this, but all I want to say is thank you for sparing my daughter. I've messed up my entire life, but these last three days have made me realize how screwed up I really am. I'm not going to say that I'm going to be a saint, but I can promise you that I will do the best by my daughter from this day forward. I just thank you for giving me a second chance." Greg never saw his dad in the back, who had ducked out before he turned around. Gail showed up Monday afternoon screaming for Randi. Randi was now lucid and happy, because I had gotten her some ice cream. "What the hell did you do to her?" she screamed at me. "I can't even trust you to watch her for even a long weekend, Randi, mommy's here, and mommy will take care of you sweetheart." I was going to explain what happened and defend myself, but I was too tired and figured that what's the use. I snuck out of her room and headed for home, I was whipped, and Dad called and wanted to know if I wanted to come over for dinner. I passed. "Maybe tomorrow, but all I want to do right now is sleep," and that's what I did. I turned off my cell, unplugged my home phone, and crashed. I woke up late on Tuesday, and because it was dark outside, I thought it was still Monday night. I got up, went to grab a beer, and stopped. "No more, no fucking more," I said in closing the refrigerator. I got into my car, went to the store, and picked up what I should have been eating and drinking for the last eight months. I tossed out all the beer, which was tough, and then, sat down and started mapping out my new life. Gail checked Randi out on Tuesday night, before I could talk to her. "She would probably just yell at me anyway," I said to myself while feeling a little low. But on Wednesday, I was at work bright and early and full of piss and vinegar. I'd been a cog in the works for far too long and that was going to change. That morning I rounded up the crews and told them that I had been too easy on them for far too long and as of today, "I would be kicking butt and taking names." Therefore, if anyone didn't want to work, they should hit the door, because I would be kicking their ass out if they didn't put out. Nobody said a word including dad or Tammy. I told dad that I would be on the road checking the job sites for the day, but could be reached on my cell phone. "However, I will take you up on dinner tonight, and I'll see you around 7:30," I told him. The job sites were dirty and cluttered. The company tools were not put away and we seemed to be missing a nail gun. Do you remember that story? I had no one to blame, but myself, because I was the one who was supposed to be in charge of the crews, and not partying with them every night. "Well that's over starting tonight," I told myself. I made notes of what had to be done, changed, and headed over to dad's condo. Just as I pulled up, my cell rang; "Damn it, it's Gail." I was in no mood to get yelled at, so I let it go to voice mail along with the other thirty messages from her. Dad and I talked business till almost 10:00 pm before he kicked me out. As I was about to leave, he gave me a hug; "I think you've finally started to grow up," he told me. "Too bad it took Randi getting sick for you to realize what's really important." He was right. The next week was tough, as I had to replace three workers who kept calling in sick. It was my weekend with Randi and we were going shopping and apartment hunting, so I arrived a little early at the school. She ran into my arms and kissed me hello in front of all her friends. "This is my dad. He's my hero," she told everyone. We dropped her stuff off at my apartment, had dinner; and went clothing shopping. I learned a whole hell of a lot about little girl's fashion that night and dropped a ton of money; but it was worth it. Saturday morning, after breakfast, we went apartment hunting. It was time that Randi had her own room when she stayed with me, so in the end, I let her pick the place. That night, we had dinner at Tammy and Jim's with dad and Connie in tow. "It is so cool that, I will have my own bathroom and the place has a huge pool just outside our apartment," Randi explained to anyone who would listen. "I even have my own clothes at dad's. Mom won't have to send clothes with me anymore," she told Connie. "Sounds like you've been busy this weekend," Tammy told me. "Have you talked to Gail yet? She has been trying to get a hold of you all week. It seems like you've been ducking her calls. Why are you afraid to talk to her?" she said with a laugh. "I just don't want to hear her crap about how irresponsible I am. That's all. I know I've screwed up in the past and I can't change that, but I don't need to be reminded about it every time she talks to me," I said in a bitter tone. "I'll talk to her sometime, just not now, and I also need you to do me a big favor sis; I need you to drop Randi off at school on Monday, as I've got to be in Atlanta by 2:00, so I'll have to leave super early Monday. Please?" I begged. So that's the way it went for the two and a half weeks. I ducked Gail's calls and Tammy ran interference for me. "Maybe she'll give up and leave me alone," I thought. Tammy and Gail were as close as sisters, so if she needed any information, I knew she could get it. When Randi started ballet and French lessons, Tammy and Gail almost flipped. "What the hell are you doing, Greg?" Tammy asked. "I took Randi to a play and some of the little girls were doing ballet, and she whispered that she would really like to do that too. When she got to class, a couple of the girls were speaking French, so she wanted to learn that also. What was I going to do? Say no?" So, on Wednesday nights she has ballet from 3:30 until 4:30 and French lessons on Thursday from 4:30 to 5:30. I'm also taking French with her, as it's something we can do together," I told an amazed Tammy. I knew that I could only duck Gail for just so long. Tammy and Gail cornered me Saturday night two weeks later, as we came back from dinner. "I'm going to take Randi for ice cream, because you two need to talk," she told me. I was screwed, with no place to run or hide, so I just made light of the situation. "Hi Gail, what's new?" I said with a little smile. "That's the best you can do? Hi Gail, what's new?" she yelled. "Why in the hell haven't you returned any of my calls?" she demanded to know. "Let's just say, that; I'm tired of all the lectures from everyone about what a bastard father I was, and how I messed up my own marriage, because I couldn't keep my dick in my pants, that's all." "I'm sorry about that, as I didn't know what was going on when I got to the hospital; only that Randi was sick and you caught the brunt of my frustration, that's all. Tammy filled me in later about what you did. I'm sorry about flying off the handle," she said. "That's ok; up until that point, my track record wasn't the greatest," I told her "But I've changed and Randi means the world to me." "Don't be mad, but Tammy's been filling me in on what you've been up to. Did you really quit drinking?" she asked. "Couldn't handle it and work, so something had to go. Been; sober eight months," I said proudly. "How's work been treating you? I haven't been by the store in quite a while." "I think they're planning on promoting me to store manager, but nothing is official yet. My manager says that there's an opening in Denver that I'm up for," she told me. I didn't hear another word after that until Gail asked, Greg, you all right?" "You're moving to Denver. You and Randi are moving to Denver?" I repeated. "No this can't be happening," that voice in the back of my head, screamed. "It's not fair God damn it, I've changed." "It's not official, but I'm told that I'm pretty much a shoe- in for the job" she said waiting for my reaction. "You're worked hard, and you deserve it," I said to her, but on the inside, I screamed, "Gail, I've changed for Gods sake give me another chance. Please." Gail just kept looking at me as if she was going to say something else; but I guess she had said enough. She had cut me off at the knees with her "good news." "Well, I guess I'll be leaving. Don't be a stranger and make sure Randi doesn't get too hyper on the sweets. Nice seeing you again, Greg," she said before walking out to her car and leaving. "You knew she was planning on moving with Randi to Denver?" I yelled at Tammy. "When were you planning on telling me, when they were packed up and were ready to go?" "If you would have returned any of her calls, you would have found out what the hell was going on," she replied. "If you weren't feeling so sorry for yourself you two could have talked and maybe worked out something. Now it appears to be a little late." "The hell it is; I'll get an attorney and sue her for custody. That's what I'll do. I've got to call Bill tonight and get him working on the paperwork," I said out loud. "I screwed up once, but I'm not going to do it again," I said as I picked up the phone. "Easy Greg. She doesn't even have the job yet. Don't you think you should talk to her first?" said Tammy. "She still thinks that I'm the cheating bastard who she kicked out a year ago. She'll never believe I've changed. No, the only way out is to sue for custody and block her from taking Randi to Denver. She hates me anyway, so I've got no choice," I told her as she asked me to calm down. "You calm down; Randi is all I've got left, and I won't give up the most important thing in my life right now, no matter what it costs me." Everyone, including my dad, told me to slow down and talk to Gail. "For Christ's sake Greg, talk to her. You don't have a clue if she's going to take the damn job even if they offer it to her," my dad tried to tell me. "Dad, she's probably still pissed and this is her way of getting back at me. I can't take back all the things I did, but God damn it, she's not taking Randi away from me if I have anything to say about it." Against better judgment, I had Gail served, at work, no less. "If she was pissed before, she'd be completely livid now," I said thinking about where I could hide for the next 24 hours. It took a divorce plus six months of soul searching to realize that I truly did love Gail, but during the divorce she refused to even talk to me. She once told Tammy that she thought she'd married a man, but ended up with a spoiled teenaged brat. That hurt. Two days later, I was having dinner with Tammy when an enraged Gail walked through the door; I had been set up. "You sorry son of a bitch. What the hell is this?" she screamed, as she waved a manila envelope at me. "You didn't even have the guts to give it to me yourself, you stinking worm. Tammy said you had changed and I almost believed her. Stupid me. All I see in front of me is the same little weasel I married. You want a fight, then you've got one," she said as she stormed out slamming the door. "Well, that went well don't you think?" I said to Tammy and her husband as the two of them stood there with their mouths wide open. "Oh, by the way, thanks for setting me up sis, I really do appreciate that," I told her. "She said that she just wanted to talk, that's all," Tammy stammered. "How in the hell did I know she'd go off on you? I'm sorry, ok?" "Who's next Tam? Dad, Carol, my mom? Why doesn't everyone just stay out of my business?" I yelled as I walked out. I almost made it to my car, when I heard a voice behind me. "Greg?" It was Tammy's husband. "I know we don't talk much and you think I'm kind of a milk- toast kind of guy, but you need to know a few things. Both Tammy and Gail love you to death. Yes even Gail. They've watched you go from a pussy- chasing asshole to a pretty decent father over the last year. Gail thought it was a trick considering all the lying and crap you put her through, but Tammy convinced her that you had really changed. Look, I know it may not be my place to tell you this, but Gail was almost ready to give you another chance. That is before all this latest nonsense happened. You may not want my advice, but before you ruin your life again, please suck it up and go talk to her. What do you have to lose?" This was from the guy I kind of looked down on, who couldn't change a stinking light, and who had only said maybe a hundred words to me since he and sis had gotten married. I guess he wasn't as dumb as I thought. "Not so hard, more to the right, ah, that's the spot," she cooed with her hands tucked behind her head. "Easy, go from the top all the way down to my ass. Oh God that feels so good," she said raising her ass off the bed to meet my tongue. She didn't have a condom, but no matter, as she wanted me bear- back anyway, as I drove into her. Her strong legs held me like a vice, as I pounded her pussy, until I rolled her over on top of me. "Ride me bitch; I want to see you cum on top of me," I said as I grabbed her breasts and nipples. She ground her hips and pussy onto my dick while I twisted her nipples as she rubbed her own clit. She felt her first wave roll over her as her cunt clamped on to my cock like a bitch in heat. "Oh my God," she yelled as I pushed up as far and as hard as I could. "Ah, right there, yes," she screamed as she finally let loose, falling face down onto my chest. We lay there quietly for what must have been five minutes, neither one knowing exactly what to say. Two single people enjoying each other's bodies. Was this all that it was? "You know, when you move back in, we're going to have to be a little quieter; Randi's getting to the age where she's going to ask what the hell we're doing in here," Gail spoke first. "Just tell her that mommy and daddy are making her a baby brother. She'll love that" I replied. "Is that what we're doing?" she asked. "Well, if your not on the pill and I don't have a rubber on, it's a sure bet we're headed that way," I said with a smile kissing her for the hundredth time that night. "Remind me to pick up a gift certificate for Outback before we pickup Randi. There's a certain someone I owe big time." I told her. "If it wasn't for Jimmy, you and Tammy would still be playing your stupid games, and I would be wasting a ton of money on an attorney," I said with a now stern look on my face. "This is a much better outcome." "How in the hell did I know you had really changed; and weren't just sand bagging me?" Gail asked. "You know, you don't have the greatest track record," she said jumping up from the bed heading for the bathroom. "How about a shower?" I eased out of bed and joined Gail in the shower and afterwards dragged her back to bed for a quick snack, or snatch, whatever. We made love for the entire night and the next day. I started moving my stuff back into the house which made both girls very happy. Did I still meet with the vendors and sign the contracts? Yes, but Gail worked out the terms of payment, so there would be no slip-ups this time.