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Making Choices

By: blackrandl1958



Thanks to my editor PapaKilo14 for his usual outstanding work making sure I don't look too stupid and my beta readers for their usual excellence. I usually get a lot of feedback, positive and negative, in the loving wives category, so bring it on. I'll listen respectfully. Randi.



The worst day of my life started out very nice. I got up at five thirty and worked out. After I lifted, I ran three miles. It was very foggy and I was the only one on the track. After the three miles I cooled down by running the straights and walking the curves through two more. I went home and showered. By the time I got dressed for work Sarah had my muffin and a glass of chocolate milk sitting on the bar. I kissed her and squeezed her up while I gulped the milk. She complained about wrinkling her and messing up her lipstick, but she melted against me. She still made my heart pound every time I saw her. At thirty one she was more beautiful than she'd ever been. Her blonde hair was even lighter than it had ever been, almost white and hanging down to her butt. She had filled out nicely from the skinny kid I had taken to the prom when we were seniors. Her breasts were bigger and firmer and working out with me had turned that tiny little butt into something that I could sink my fingers into. She was still only a little over five feet but she proved that dynamite comes in small packages.

She was a rising star at her law firm and she was hitting her stride. After the birth of our girls she had attracted a lot of attention on some high profile corporate accounts and they were talking about partner. She was making nearly as much as I was and I was doing very well. I had just been promoted for the fifth time and I was the head of our architectural department in a large company of engineers and architects.

I kissed her again and grabbed my briefcase and muffin as I went out the door.

"Have a great day, gorgeous," I waved.

She blew me a kiss as she started up to get the girls ready for school. She goes to work an hour after I do and I have bedtime duty. My other baby was in the garage. I had only owned her about six months. She was a burnt orange Charger Hellcat. I've been driving Chargers since I was sixteen. My dad helped me buy a 1968 RT that's still parked under the shed. I get it out every now and again and drive it just to hear the sound of the big hemi through those Flow Master pipes. It's not nearly as quick as the Hellcat.

I love hearing the Mustang and Camaro owners brag about their puny little toys. Just two days ago one of the engineers was bragging about his new Shelby GT350. "Over 500 horsepower," he was trying to impress Maria in the next office. I smiled at the thought of the over 700 the Hellcat makes. I actually love all the new Pony cars, but they're not in the same universe as the Hellcat, Charger or Challenger. Hot Rod owners are a class of people I like and we all have our own babies and like to needle the other guys.

I had a great day at work. I finished the power plant our design team was working on at about one thirty and took the rest of the afternoon off. I washed my baby. It was a beautiful afternoon and I could see myself in the polish when I put her in the garage. Sarah texted me and told me she would be a little late. She was in a conference and would be home about five. At three thirty I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies. I had two pans done and a plate sitting on the bar. I heard the door open and two little angel voices coming through the living room.

Two little blonde pixies set their backpacks down and flew across the kitchen to wrap themselves around me. Carmen and Cambre; my babies were home. They're identical twins and the cutest little bundles of joy on God's green earth. They have Mom's hair, freckles and big blue eyes, but they have my complexion. Sarah can tan but I'm naturally olive complected and they got my skin tone. It's a contrast with their hair and those eyes. They're going to break hearts when they're older. At eight, they're just adorable. They fight like hornets, but only with each other and Sarah. They're just honey and silk with me and they don't allow anyone to say anything bad about the other one. Sarah had a kind of rough time dealing with the two of them. I'm sure they loved their mother deeply but any time she corrected one of them the other one always took her sister's side and they could argue as vociferously as their Mother could.

Now they outdid each other telling me about their day. School had just been started a week and they loved their new teacher. Miss Brooks was new to the district and I had yet to meet her. She'd certainly made an impression on my girls. I fed them chocolate chip cookies and tall glasses of milk while listening to them with an idiot grin on my face. Yes, they were my angels and they could do no wrong. They each ate three cookies and went upstairs to do their homework. Homework when they get home is my rule and then we have the rest of the evening to do whatever we want to.

I took the last sheet of cookies out of the oven and put them on the platter. I heard Cambre call me and I started up the stairs. I felt something odd and realized my phone was vibrating. I took it out and I had a text. The number looked familiar but it wasn't in my contacts. I checked it while I climbed the stairs.

"You were one hot, sexy babe today," I read. "I can't wait until tomorrow afternoon."

While I appreciated the compliment, I had no idea who would send me such a text. Since I had no afternoon planned other than work, I figured someone punched in a wrong number. I decided to play a prank on whoever it was.

"Thanks, babe," I wrote. "Remind me again about the time and place."

I got a message right back. "You using Shell's phone? Make sure you delete this. Can't have Sheldon getting suspicious too soon. Our place, of course."

I froze in place halfway into the girl's doorway. I'm Sheldon. Sheldon Clanton and my phone number ends in nine. Sarah's is the same but it ends in eight and the girls end in seven and six. Someone made a big mistake. I was numb, unable to move. Carmen glanced up at me.

"Daddy, we need help with these math prob... what's wrong, Daddy?"

Both girls stood up and stared at me. The look on my face must have shocked them. I shook the cobwebs out.

"Nothing girls, it's just some bad news. Nothing to worry my babies," I lied. "Let's see that math."

Five minutes later I heard the garage door go up. Sarah was home. I heard her walking around and in a minute she poked her head in.

"What's for dinner?" she asked. "Hey sweethearts."

They bounced up and went to hug her. They came back and sat down and Sarah came up and put her arms around my neck from behind. She nibbled on my ear. "I'm going to grab a quick shower," she said.

We finished the math and I asked the munchkins if they wanted to go out to Incredible Pizza. They were all over it and by the time they got dressed in shorts and t-shirts I was waiting in the car.

"Isn't Mom coming?" Carmen asked.

"She's had a long day," I told them "Let's let her rest. We'll turn off our phones and it's just me and my angels tonight, okay?"

They were down and we had a great time. I forgot to turn my phone off and it vibrated a dozen times. I ignored it and dove back into the games and the mediocre pizza. We got home at nine thirty and Sarah was asleep on the sofa with her phone in her hand. I held my finger to my lips and we tiptoed upstairs. They got in bed and I went and got my clothes for tomorrow. I went to the spare bedroom and locked the door. I lay awake until midnight and I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Shell, what are you doing?" I heard a stage whisper. "Open the door. Where did you go and why the hell is the door locked? Why are you in there?"

I didn't answer and she knocked several times. She called my name a dozen times before she gave up. She obviously didn't want to wake the girls up and I heard her footsteps going down the hall toward our room. Well, it had been our room; I didn't know what it was now.

I was up by five thirty and I took my clothes. As I was going into the garage I heard her alarm go off. I got in the Hellcat and backed out. I saw her come into the garage just as the door went down and I drove to the park. I usually ran at the high school track but I ran at the park that day. My phone went off a dozen times but I ignored it. I showered and got dressed at work. I got my buddy Marcus to loan me his Ultima at noon. I felt like I was betraying everything I believed in getting in that thing, but it looked like every other little box shaped car on the road and I wanted to blend in.

Sarah's car was at the office and I pulled up across the street and waited. The windows were dark and I knew no one could see me inside. At two thirty Sarah came out and got in her BMW. I followed her at a discrete distance and we drove out into the suburbs. When she turned into a subdivision I knew where we were going. My brother Mark lived here. What the hell? Well, this kinda sucked. Now I knew why the number looked familiar. I've never gotten along well with him and we don't talk much. The only time I see him is at family events and that's too often to suit me. I saw him put his hand on Sarah's ass two years ago and I decked him. We haven't spoken since, although his wife and Sarah spent a lot of time together. I parked across the street and she pulled into his driveway. I parked across the street and when she got out she looked upset. She went in and I got out and walked around in back of his house. I had been here a hundred times. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mark's wife, Cloe was lying out by the pool. This was just getting weirder and weirder. She was a stunning woman. She was sophisticated and elegant in an understated way. She just reeked class. She looked up at me when she heard the back gate close and a look of sheer panic ran across her face.

"Sheldon," she gasped. "What are you doing here?"

I walked up the steps to the deck as Cloe jumped up and came running toward me.

"Shell, wait! Don't go in there. I need to tell you something! Wait!"

The screen was shut but I could hear them talking.

Sarah was very agitated and he was trying to calm her down. "I'm telling you, something's wrong," she said. "He slept in the spare bedroom last night and he left without even saying a word to me this morning. This was a mistake, Mark. I need more time to get him on board. I know he thinks Cloe is hot and we'll just have to let her work on him. I love my husband and I'm not risking my marriage and my kids over this."

"You can talk him into it," he told her. "We've seen the way he looks at Cloe. Don't get cold feet on me now. We've already talked about this a dozen times and you know you want to do this."

"Yes, I've loved it, but I don't want to lose everything. If he fucks Cloe he can't say anything and we'll just swap every now and again."

"You might as well now that you're here. I can tell you want it. Look at your nipples."

"Yes, but not that bad. If Shell ever found out about this it would kill him. I'm not going to do it, Mark."

I peeked in and saw them standing in the living room. He pulled her toward him and kissed her. She resisted for a minute and then she let him kiss her. I snapped a couple of pictures and a little video. He was sliding down the zipper of her dress and she was reaching around to stop him. I had seen enough.

They jumped apart when they heard the screen collapse and I stepped through. Sarah screamed. "Nooo! Oh my God, no! Sheldon, this isn't what you think. Please Shell, I'm so sorry!"

I kept walking toward them and Mark was backing away as fast as he could. I just walked past them and to the front door.

Sarah ran to me and threw her arms around me from behind. "Please, Shell; let's just go home. This isn't what it looks like. I promise I'll explain when we get home."

I went out without another word and got in the Ultima. All three of them came out and tried to chase me down. I drove it back to the office and gave the keys back to Marcus. After thirty minutes my phone started ringing. I ignored it. In about five minutes my secretary buzzed. "Your wife is on line three," she said.

"Tell her I'm not available," I said. I spent the rest of the afternoon staring at my computer screen.

"You're sister is on the phone," I heard five minutes later.

I had her put through. "What do you want Cloe?"

"Shell, we have to talk about this," she said. "Why aren't you at home? You need to talk to Sarah. She can explain everything. Mark and I will be there too. We'll talk about it like rational adults. This is your brother and your wife, Shell. You need to calm down."

"I don't have a brother," I told her. "If the Asshole is in my house when I get home I'll tear his nuts off. If I see you there I'm going to bitch slap you all the way out the door. Don't ever let me see you or hear your voice again, Cloe. You tell Asshole that if he sees me he better start running." I hung up the phone.

In twenty minutes it was my Dad. "Sheldon, what's going on?" he asked. "Your brother and Cloe are here. They say you've been threatening them. Sarah called and she was crying and hysterical. I couldn't understand her. What have you done?"

"Sarah is fucking Mark and him and Cloe were planning to trick me into a wife swapping thing. Dad, I don't have a brother. If I hear that you've allowed any of the three of them in your house after today I don't have a father. If Mom lets them in or either of you ever speak their names to me I won't have a father or mother. Guess what, you raised the Asshole and now you get to pick a side. Oh yeah, you won't have grandchildren either."

"You can't talk to me like... " he started to bluster and I hung up.

Maria came in and asked me something but I didn't hear what she was saying.

"Sheldon! I asked you a question," she said in a louder voice.

I started. "Oh, sorry, Maria. What did you say?"

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Tears started running down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. She walked over and put her arm around my shoulders.

"Did someone die?" she asked. "I'm so sorry, Sheldon. Who was it?"

"I think it was my marriage and my family," I told her. The whole story came spilling out as I buried my face in my hands and wept. Ten years of my life flashed before my eyes; ten wonderful years with the woman I loved and the woman I thought loved me.

"Did she sleep with him?" she asked me.

"I think so," I said. "She was going to do it again today. She thought I was onto them and she wanted to call it off. Why would she do this, Maria? I loved her with every cell in my body. I would have died for her. How could she do this to our girls? What did those two little girls ever do to deserve this?"

"Sheldon, go home and talk to her," she said. "Find out the answers to those questions. You'll never rest easy until you do. Get out of here."

I hugged her. "Thanks, Maria; you're a good friend. Please don't tell anyone about this."

She looked hurt. "Jesus, Sheldon. How could you say that? You know I won't tell anyone."

I apologized and she hugged me again. "I know you're upset. Just go home and try to work this out."

My phone had been going off ever since I got back to the office and it rang on the way home until I turned it off. When I pulled into the garage Sarah came running out. She stood beside the door and I just sat there for a minute, collecting myself. She started beating on the window with her fist.

"Sheldon, just get out and talk to me, please! I'm begging you, just let me talk to you."

I opened the door and she tried to hug me. I pushed her away. I think she was shocked. I'm not a violent man and I've never laid an angry finger on her in our lives.

"Don't touch me, Sarah," I told her. "You make me feel like I need a shower."

She burst into tears. "Okay, I won't. Please Shell, just come inside and let me talk to you."

"You have until the girls get home," I told her. "When they get home, the talking is over and we pretend that everything is fine. Do you understand? They aren't involved and if you upset them in any way we're done."

"That's not enough time," she wept. "Can we talk again after they go to bed?"

"I don't know," I said. "It depends on what you say between now and when I go and pick them up. You have an hour and a half. Make the best of it."

"I will," she promised. "Please, can we just go sit down?"

I followed her into the living room and she sat on the sofa and patted a place beside her. I sat in the recliner across the coffee table. That made her cry again and she put her hands over her face.

I sat and waited. "You're wasting time," I finally told her.

She went and got a towel off the bar and wiped her face as she sat back down. She could hardly talk she was crying so hard.

"I'm so sorry, Shell," she said. "I made a huge mistake. I never thought you'd find out. I love you so much."

"You love me so you've been fucking my brother?" I asked.

"Don't be like that," she begged. "It sounds so cheap and dirty."

"It is cheap and dirty," I said. "There's no way to wrap it up in a ribbon. That's what you were doing. You'd have done it today if I hadn't caught you."

"I never intended to fuck him. It just happened, I'm so sorry," she cried harder. "I don't know what I was thinking. I was a wild child before we got married, Shell. You know that. I met Mark before I did you. I slept with him a few times and after he met Cloe we still got together occasionally, all three of us. I know you think she's hot, Shell. I thought the four of us could... All I had to do was... was..."

"Fuck him," I finished for her.

"No! I just wanted us all to love one another! We could all be together. I was going to include you, I swear, Shell."

"You had a fuck session set up this afternoon."

"No, I told him I wasn't going to do it!" she wept.

"Yes, because you thought I knew. What if I hadn't known?"

"I wasn't going to... fuck him. It doesn't matter; you did know. How did you know?"

"What difference does it make?" I yelled. "You were going to fuck that creepy bastard! Do you know what that makes you, Sarah?"

"Please, Shell; I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't think it was going to turn out like this. It doesn't have to be ugly like this. It can be fun. I'll still be with you. You can fuck Cloe!"

I felt the bile rise up in my throat and I ran to the bathroom and puked. I heaved for a minute and she tried to give me a washcloth and pet me. I pushed her away and rinsed my mouth out. We went back and sat down.

"Do you hear what you just said?" I asked. "'It can be fun!' The next thing you're going to say was 'it was just sex!' Jesus Christ, Sarah! Do you know what a fucking cliché you've become? That makes me want to slap the shit out of you."

"Yes, slap me, Shell. I won't say a word. I deserve for you to slap me! Punish me, do anything you want. Please, just forgive me. I didn't think you'd find out. I never thought about how much this would hurt you until I thought you knew. When you left last night with the girls I knew something was wrong and then when you wouldn't sleep in our bed I just knew you were hurting so badly. I knew you had found out. I wanted to tell you and apologize but you wouldn't let me in. I got up early so I could tell you and beg you to forgive me but you left before I had a chance. I should have waited until... Please, Shell; I'm begging you. Do you still love me?"

"Damn you, Sarah; how can you ask me that after what you did? I loved you yesterday morning and last week and for the last ten years. That didn't stop you, did it? How in the hell do you expect me to trust you after this? How do you expect me to believe anything you say?"


Making Choices for Life



I was in the theatre when they came in. I was back in the shadows of the last row so it was really difficult to make me out. I had come to see the recently released Batman movie so I had gone and bought a ticket to see the movie at the new Cineplex. 

To say I was shocked to see my girlfriend come in with another guy is a big understatement because I was flat out stunned. She had told me that she was going out with a friend but I had not considered at that point that the friend might be another guy.

I knew him as well from seeing him around on campus, his name was Justin. Justin was an all around nice guy and someone everyone liked including me. He was friendly and would go out of his way to help anyone he considered a friend. 

He was laughing and joking about how empty the theatre was and how cool it was to make out in an empty theatre and get your freak on in public and she burst out laughing. Whatever else that would have followed from there was forgotten as more and more people started trickling into the theatre and it got fairly crowded. The lights were dimmed out and the movie started playing. 

The movie was pretty ok but truth be told I was constantly overhearing all the flirting going on between the two of them and it made me highly uncomfortable. I could not get up and go and confront them because it would seem as if I was stalking her and I really did not need that drama.

I gave up trying to watch the movie and just stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out the best course of action. My mind wandered back to about two years ago and how my life had progressed since my mom died.

My name is Alex and I am in my first year at college studying to be a psychologist. I had been reluctant at first to come and study because I knew things were tight for my dad and me financially so I had insisted on going and working to save money to help pay my way. 

He had laughed and told me that he had received a large settlement recently which would solve all of our problems. He refused to divulge any more information than that and had packed me off to college. His last words to me were to go out and enjoy my college experience.

Two months later into my first year of college I had met Tracy and we had hit it off instantly. The attraction between us was very strong and we had started dating exclusively within a week. She was a fun loving and outgoing person whereas I was shy and often introverted but we complimented each other beautifully. She was studying law and we often had many mock arguments and debates about each others profession of choice.

We had both finally came to the conclusion that a lawyer fucked you financially and a psychologist fucks you mentally. We often laughed whenever we remembered this but we both knew deep within our hearts that we were both going to change the image of both of our professions for the better.

Initially in our relationship we had had to make it clear how we viewed relationships and we had made it clear to each other what we could not accept. She told me straight that if I cheated on her that she would cut my dick off and use it on me as a suppository. The expression on her face told me that she meant every word that she said. I looked her in the eye and told her my beliefs about relationships which were pretty simple. 

"I believe that you must treat your partner with respect at all times and I do not believe in cheating as you also do. But I do not believe in beating or harming someone as you just stated." She had looked sheepish and started to apologise but I stopped her before she said anything more.

"I love you as you well know but I will never lay a hand on you even if I caught you in bed with anyone else or the other person because you both made a choice to get into that position. So even though I would be traumatised by your actions I would try to walk away. I cannot and will not punish you for your actions because I know there is a higher power that will mete out justice far better than I." 

We had dropped it after that but we had had another discussion afterwards about going out. I had remained firm in my conviction that as long as I was in a relationship I did not condone going out with members of the opposite sex unless my partner was comfortable with the person. She had blown a fuse about this and screamed at me, "Why would I have to get permission to go out of my friends? Are you mad?" 

I had responded calmly, "I never said that you could not go out with your friends but I should be known as your boyfriend clearly to any of these guys and I should know who these guys are. Would you be comfortable if I went out with a girl who was attracted to me and whom you did not know?

She had screwed up her face as she pondered it and looked at me hard and shouted "HELL NO!" 

"Well there you have your answer then. You can not deal with it and I do not want to have to deal with it either so we are clear on that subject."

Other than those two arguments we had gotten along famously. We struggled sometimes to make time for each other with our messed up time tables and we studied together so that we would see each other. 

She had a photographic memory and was really intelligent so she found it easy to have lots of free time and often wanted to go out. I was the type of student who needed to beat the books to keep my grades up so I often had to beg off to study.

She had been understanding and would often just find a friend to go out with instead but it had only struck me now that she had never mentioned the sex of the friend and I had never asked as we had both come to an agreement which apparently only I had been respecting. 

Tonight I had called her after deciding to take a night off but her grandmother whom she lived with had told me that she had gone out with a friend. I had thanked her and left home and walked to the bus stop and caught the first one and gotten off at the Cineplex where I now found myself.

The movie credits were coming up when I started to shake myself out of my deep thoughts. When I looked around they were now making there way out of the cinema so I had gotten up and followed about twenty feet behind them. He stopped at his car and turned to her and gave her a light kiss on her lips before they got into the car. As the car reversed the headlights fell on me and she looked up and met my eyes. She paled instantly and slumped into the seat as the car passed me. 

I was really pissed off and knew that I needed some time to cool off so I decided to walk home. It was only ten miles so I figured by the time I got home maybe my mood would be a little better. It took me two hours to get home and halfway there the rain started to pour and I got drenched to the bone.

When I got home to my apartment I was not really surprised to see her staked out outside my apartment. She jumped up when she saw me and tried to run and hug me but my outstretched hand and my cold glare stopped her well short. I directed her to go in as I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me.

"I made a mistake but Justin and I am just friends and what you saw was just a friendly kiss, nothing more. I know it was wrong but can't we work around this."

"Was this the first time that you and Jason went out or were you going out well before this?"

Her only response was a slight nod as she kept her head bowed. I waited for a better response as she slowly raised her head and spoke softly. "I went out with him many times over the past year. He has a car and he is a gentleman so he never tries anything. I do flirt with him but it is just flirting that is all, it is just harmless flirting."

"Did you even tell him that I was your boyfriend or did you leave off that part?"

She just shook her head her head and refused to meet my eyes.

"Were you ashamed of me of did you just believe that it was not important that he know you were unavailable? Did you even consider yourself to be unavailable? I was sitting in the corner of the back row when you came in and I watched you and he flirt shamelessly for the entire movie. When he mentioned having sex inside an empty theatre you just laughed and continued to flirt with him. If you had any respect for me you would have shut him down and let him know that you were not interested in him like that." 

She stared at me and I could see the veins starting to throb in her temples. "You bastard I did nothing wrong, all I did was flirt a little. I know my limits and there was no way that I would be interested or allow something like that to happen. Do you think I am some sort of slut you asshole."

"No I don't but he did which is why he suggested it and you did nothing to change his mind. All you did was laugh and I will always wonder what would have happened if people had not started to come into the theatre."

"I really do love you but I can not trust you anymore so there is nothing more to say to you so please leave my apartment and have a good life."

She stared at me in shock as my words started to register and then she turned and stormed out of my apartment. She slammed the door so hard that it actually opened back again and I walked over to close it.

We never spoke to each other again after that but I found out from a mutual friend that she and Justin had hooked up a week after we broke up. I was not too surprised to find out that he dumped her when he found out about her previous relationship and the part he had played in it.

I remembered the advice that my dad had given me about women and closed my eyes and said softly to myself "I am trying dad but it is really hard dad, really damned hard." and wiped the tears from my face. 



Making Choices



"I don't know," she wept. "I'll win back your trust. I'll prove you can believe me. I'll do anything! Just tell me what you want me to do. Do you want to fuck Cloe or someone else? I won't say anything. Please just let me earn back a chance. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It was a mistake! Haven't you ever made a mistake?"

"Yes, I've made lots of mistakes. I make mistakes every day," I said. "I forgot to pay the cable bill last week. I spilled paint on the garage floor. I didn't forget I was married and neither did you. This wasn't a mistake! This was a treachery. What did you do, trip and fall on his cock? I don't know how to get over this, Sarah. You tell me how I get over this."

"I don't know," she cried. "I'll do anything though. We can get help. I'll go to counseling, I'll wear a bracelet. I'll quit my job. I'm desperate, Shell. I never wanted to hurt you. I don't want to lose the girls over this. Please, give me a chance to fix this."

"My, God; the girls," I said. "I've got to go and get them. Clean up, Sarah. If you aren't under control by the time I get back I swear to God I'll kick you out of this house. Not a hint, do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll take a bath. I'll be good, I promise. Can we talk again after they go to bed?"

"You can't promise me shit, Sarah. Don't you make any promises to me," I shouted. "You threw away the only promise that matters. 'Forsaking all others!' Do you remember that promise?"

She just collapsed. "Yes, I'm so sorry, I did forget. Shell. Can we talk later?"

"Yes, we can. I'm going now. Get your head on straight, Sarah."

I was ten minutes late to get the girls. When I pulled up at the school I saw them sitting on a bench in front of the school. There was a woman sitting between them with her arms around them. She was a young woman of uncertain ethnicity, maybe Hispanic and black. She looked like she was in her middle twenties. As I got closer the full impact struck me. This woman was drop dead gorgeous. She looked tall and slender and she had the biggest, warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen. There were flecks of gold in those eyes and a mop of glossy curls on top of her head framed one of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen. Her skin was a light coffee color and it was flawless. She smiled as I approached and her face lit up like a lighthouse. Her teeth flashed and she nudged the girls. They looked up and saw me coming. They jumped up and flew across the grass and I was deluged with an avalanche of little girl.

"You're late, Daddy," Cambre said.

"I'm sorry, baby," I told her. "I lost track of the time. It won't happen again."

"It's okay," Carmen said. "Miss Brooks stayed with us."

She rose to her feet off the bench and I was mesmerized as she came and offered me her hand. "Mr. Clanton? I'm Carlie Brooks," she said. "I love your girls. I'm so lucky to have them in my room.

"Sheldon," I took her hand. She had long, slender fingers and they felt cool and soft in my hand. I realized I was holding on too long and I sheepishly dropped her hand. "Thank you so much for waiting with them. I'm very sorry, Miss Brooks." I could hardly speak. This woman was a walking wet dream. She had on a white blouse and the first two buttons were undone. There was an acre of smooth brown cleavage in there. Her breasts were just so fucking fantastic it was almost impossible to look at her face. She breathed and I could see the jiggle and sway of those gorgeous breasts. She noticed my confusion and I swear two little bumps popped up on the ends of those mountains.

"Carlie," she corrected me. "Sheldon, do you think I could talk to you for a minute?"

"Girls, could you wait in the car for a minute?" I asked. "Just for a minute?"

They hugged their teacher and went off to the car holding hands.

She smiled after them. "I hope you're very proud of them," she said. "They're the sweetest kids in this school. That's why I wanted to talk to you. They were upset this morning. They told me their mother was crying this morning and that she cried all the way to school until she dropped them off. Is everything okay at home? Has there been a death in the family or something?"

I swore to myself. "No, Carlie, everything's not okay. It will be, and I'll make sure this never happens again. Their mother and I are having a big rough spot. I'll make sure to keep them out of it. I'm very sorry."

"Is it something you can talk to me about?" she asked. "I'm a good listener and I'd do anything for those little girls."

"Thanks, but I can't talk now," I told her. "It's too painful and I don't know where this is going yet. I appreciate it though. Maybe when it's all smoother I'll tell you, but it hurts too much now."

Her hand came out and her fingers gently caressed my jaw line. I realized that she was very tall. Her eyes were almost level with mine and I'm six three. She smiled. Her arm dropped and she walked back to the building. I watched her for a minute. There was one of the most fantastic butts I've ever seen moving under that gray skirt. She was poetry in motion. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled when she saw me watching her. My face went red and I went to the car. I felt the touch of her fingers on my cheek for hours. The munchkins chattered happily until we were almost home.

"Daddy, Mom was crying this morning," Carmen said. "Were you mean to her?"

I laughed. "Maybe a little," I said. "I won't do it again, okay?"

"Okay," she said. "I don't like her to be sad. Bre doesn't like it either."

"I know. I'm sorry. People just fight sometimes, you know?"

"I know, Daddy," Cambre said. "Carmen is mean to me all the time but I don't give her the satisfaction of crying."

"Hey, you're the one that's the big meany," Carmen objected.

I had to laugh. "Neither one of you are mean. People just argue sometimes. I'll try to be nicer."

"You're always nice to us," she said.

Sarah was still in the bathroom when we got home but when she came out she was pretty normal. Her eyes were a little puffy but she smiled and hugged the girls. We had a nice dinner and they sat on the floor at our feet and we watched TV. It was a pleasant interlude but I was dreading bed time. I read to them and kissed them goodnight. I saw Sarah watching from the doorway with a sad smile on her face. She left when I turned out the light and she was waiting at the foot of the stairs.

"Do you want to talk in bed?" she asked.

"I'm not sleeping with you," I said.

"They'll know if you don't," she said. "Don't do this, Shell. Let me feel as good as I can. I need you to hold me."

"I needed you not to be a... never mind." I caught myself.

Tears started running down her cheeks. We got undressed in silence and I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. I could feel the bed shaking and I knew she was still crying.

"Shell, do you want to make love?" she asked quietly. "I'll let you fuck my ass. I know you've always wanted to," her voice broke.

"Jesus Christ," I exploded. "I'm going to the spare bedroom."

She grabbed my arm. "Please, Shell. I'm sorry! Don't go. Please just talk to me. I won't touch you, I swear. I don't want to lose you. I don't know what to do or say. I'm just floundering. Please, just punish me and then forgive me. I'll never... I'll... no I won't make any promises. Shell, is there a chance for me to make this up to you? Do I even have a chance?"

"I honestly don't know how, Sarah," I said. "I despise you so much it's killing me. I've loved you since we were in high school. I wish I didn't. It wouldn't hurt so bad if I didn't. What can we do? How can we get back to where we were? How do I know you won't just fuck the gas man to pay the bill?"

"Damn you, Shell; that's not fair. I'm not a slut and you know it. You're the only man I've ever loved in my life."

"Don't you tell me what's fair," I snarled. "Is it fair to me that you've been fucking that Asshole for God knows how long? Is it fair that the man that's loved you since we were in high school has to live with the fact that his wife is a slut that was trying to trick him into being one too? Is it fair that our girl's mom is a cheating bitch? Is it fair that you're a liar and a cheater? Fuck you, Sarah. Don't tell me what you are. I know what you are. Fuck this, it isn't going to work. I don't want to listen to your bullshit. You won't even accept responsibility for what you did. I want you out of here. In the morning you're going to tell the girls you're going to stay with your sister for a few days. I don't care what excuse you give them. Make something up; you're good at lying. Just be gone when I get home tomorrow."

She started crying hysterically. "I'm sorry I said that, Sheldon. Please don't make me leave."

"No, you made the choice to do the nasty with the Asshole without considering me or the girls. I'm making this one and I'm not considering you. This is my house. I inherited it from my grandparents and I don't want you here."

"When can I come back?" she wept.

"I don't know. Maybe never. Don't piss me off, Sarah. Maybe I'll feel better in a while. Maybe you'll come up with some way to fix this or I'll think of something. I can't breathe with you here. Every time I look at you I see that bastard sliding the zipper of your dress down.. I'm going to the couch."

I left her there crying on the bed and took my pillow to the couch. I left at five thirty the next morning again and she wasn't up. When I picked the munchkins up after school they told me she went to stay with Aunt Sophie to help her while she was sick. They were a little upset because they were supposed to work at a five K run with her on Saturday. I told them I'd work with them instead and they were happy. Sarah called them and they talked for a long time about eight. She texted me and all she said was, "I'm so sorry."

I took the day off Friday and Sophie called me. She wanted to come over and talk to me and I agreed to talk to her. She's Sarah's little sister and I've always had a soft spot for her. She was angry when I answered the door. She swept in and poured herself a cup of coffee. She had been about fourteen when Sarah and I got together and she was just an angel. She'd spent more time at our house than at her parent's after Sarah and I got married and we were still really close.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Sheldon," she spit out. "Sarah is dying over at my house and you're just sitting here and letting her. She hasn't stopped crying the whole time she's been there. Come and get her and bring her home."

"Did she tell you why she's there?"

"So she made a mistake and slept with them, Sheldon. So she flashed him her titties and he felt her up and they did the dirty. You forgave her the last time, what's the big deal?"

I couldn't believe my ears. "What the hell are you talking about 'the last time?'" I said. I felt very calm.

Her eyes got big and she put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "She never told you, did she?"

"Sophie, tell me what the fuck you're talking about," I said.

"No," she said. "I'm going to let her tell you. She promised me she would and she told me she had and you had forgiven her. That's all I'm going to say. I'm sorry, Shell. I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I came over here half-cocked and I apologize. I'm going to talk to her."

She kissed my cheek and she hadn't been gone ten minutes when the doorbell rang. It was John and Alicia, Sarah's parents. This wasn't going to be pretty. I invited them in and we sat at the bar drinking coffee.

"We're very disappointed in you, Sheldon," Alicia started.

"You're disappointed in me or in Sarah?" I asked.

"You kicked her out of the house," John said. "Why would we be disappointed in her?"

"Did she tell you why?" I asked.

"We haven't seen her," Alicia said. "Why don't you tell us why?"

"Listen, I love you both, but I'm not telling you anything," I said. "If you want to know, ask her. In the meantime, maybe you better do a little fact checking before you're disappointed in anyone. Now, you're welcome here any time. You can see the girls any time, but don't come back here to have this talk with me again. Find out what's going on and then we'll talk one time. It's over after that. This really isn't any of your business. Now, I have some things to do so I need to get going. Finish your coffee, wait till the girls get home, whatever, but I've got to get going."

I left them there with their mouths open. When I got in the Hellcat my mind was whirling. The conversation with Sophie had left me reeling and it had just been delayed by John and Alicia coming over. Obviously there had been another incident and Sophie knew about it. Sarah had promised her that she would tell me about it but she hadn't. This put things in an even worse light. Now what was I going to do? Driving my baby always gave me at least a temporary peace and I got on the interstate heading north. There wasn't much traffic and I opened the hemi up a little. I glanced down and I was doing eighty five. It felt good. I looked in the rear view mirror and there was a new, yellow Mustang GT behind me. He was way too close for the speed we were going and it pissed me off. I put my foot down and that big hemi howled. The supercharger whined up and I took off like I'd been launched. That engine burns 1.5 gallons of gas per minute at full throttle and the 650 foot pounds of torque twisted those wheels like a freight train.

The Mustang began to fall back immediately. It hung in there until we passed one twenty but when I got to one fifty it was just a yellow dot back there. I pulled off at the next exit. I needed gas and there was a convenience store there. I pulled up to the pump and swiped my credit card. I heard a pretty sweet sounding engine pull up on the other side of the pumps but I didn't pay much attention.

"Sheldon, is that you?" I heard a woman's voice call.

I looked back and that yellow Mustang was sitting there. Carlie Brooks was getting out. She walked down the pumps toward me. She had on a button up shirt and jeans. I noticed she had on white flip flops and her toenails were painted the same yellow as her car. She just looked jaw dropping.

"Miss Brooks, why aren't you teaching my daughters how to conjugate verbs?" I laughed.

She walked up close and leaned against a column. "I took a personal day," she said. "I thought that was your car that blew by me back there. I tried to catch you and wave. Jesus, that thing's hot!"

"I didn't know you were a car girl," I said. "That's a pretty pony you've got there. Is it stock?"

"No, I've put a lot of work into it. I can't believe how you just walked off and left me like that."

"This is the baddest muscle car ever built," I told her. "I like the Mustang though. What are you doing out here?"

"I live here," she said. "How about you?"

"Just trying to blow off some steam," I told her. "That rough patch I told you about just turned into a mountain and I just needed to clear some fog out of my brain."

"Well, driving as fast as we were could have landed us both in jail," she laughed. "How about me buying you a cup of coffee and you blow some of that fog my way?"

"Miss Brooks, I don't think you want to hear about my problems," I told her.

"I told you to call me Carlie," she said. "Come on, there's a Starbuck's down the street. I'll tell you a story and you can tell me one, okay?"

I agreed and pumped her gas for her. I followed her and we went in. I ordered my usual triple espresso and she got some kind of latte with lots of foam. She took a sip and looked up at me. I couldn't help laughing.

"I have a mustache, don't I?" she grinned.

"Yep," I cleaned it off with a napkin. Her huge brown eyes held a peculiar look.

"What's going on with you?" she asked. "Why were you driving so fast?"

"Driving fast to me is like shots of whiskey are to other people," I said. "When I'm upset I go for a drive or a run. It calms me down and helps me think."

"Why did you need a shot?" she asked. "I'm not trying to pry; you just look like you could use someone to talk to."

"Carlie, are you married?"

"No, I was engaged once."

"Do you mind telling me why you aren't engaged anymore?" I asked.

"Yes, but I guess if you're unburdening to me, it would only be fair," she said.

She sipped her latte and I could tell she was gathering her thoughts. "I can't do this," she finally said. "I'm sorry, Sheldon. I need to go."

She stood up and I could see tears streaming down those high cheekbones. I stood up and walked over to her. I pushed her back down in the booth and slid in beside her. She protested, but I ignored her. I took one of her long slender hands in mine.

"I'm very sorry, Carlie," I told her. "I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I wasn't making a bargain. I was just trying to find a place to start."

"It's okay," she said. "If you don't let me out I'm going to slide under the table. I'm sorry Sheldon, but I can't do this now. It's too painful for me."

I let her out. She stood up and gave me a hug. Those luscious titties poked me in the chest and I was as hard as an iron bar in two seconds.

"I just need to go," she said. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

"It's okay," I told her. "Will you let me buy you another cup of coffee sometime? I promise I won't make you cry. Girls usually need to know me for a while before I make them cry."

She gave a wet little laugh. "It wasn't you. Yes, call me sometime. I love your girls, Sheldon. I know you're a good parent."

She slipped away and that little yellow Mustang chirped the tires when she pulled out. It was time to pick up the girls and I went and got them. They did their homework and we went out to Red Lobster. They were having that endless shrimp thing and we all loved shrimp. By the time we were done our table looked like a shrimp graveyard.

The next day was the five K event and I had planned to run. That went on hold because Sarah wasn't going to be there and I had agreed to work. They put us at a table at the three K marker and we had water and Gator Aide on a little table. When the runners got there they could grab a bottle and take it with them. There was supposed to be another worker there but they hadn't shown up yet. I could hear the car coming for a ways but there were trees blocking us from the road. I was shocked when that little yellow pony pulled up and Carlie got out. She looked stunning. She had on a pair of yellow boy shorts and a t-shirt that did very little to restrain those amazing tits. They emerged from the car a few minutes before the rest of her. She stopped for a minute when she saw us sitting at the table. The girls squealed when they saw her and ran over to give her a hug. They took her hands and led her over. I could tell she was uncomfortable.

"Hey, Carlie," I greeted her. "How did we get this lucky?"

She smiled and relaxed. "The reward of virtue," she smiled. We all chatted happily for a while and I heard a vehicle coming. It was a huge Ford pickup; you know, the ones that guys get to advertise the size of their pricks (or lack thereof). This was a giant one so the owner must have had a giant dick. The door must have been five feet off the ground. I recognized it. It belonged to the baseball coach. He's this aging high school sports hero. You know the type. His glory days as the star athlete back fifteen years ago had set him up in his own mind as God's gift to the earth, and to women in particular. He had a shaved head and he was about six feet tall. He worked out, you could tell, and he walked with his arms nearly parallel to the ground so everyone could tell how strong he was. His name was Hawk or Falcon or one of those raptor type birds. He came swaggering up to the table.

"Carlie, how you all doing here, honey?"




Making Choices



"Mr. Harrier," she said. "I'm not going to tell you again not to address me by my first name. We're not friends and if you call me honey one more time I'm going to make a complaint that you're creating a hostile work environment."

His jaw dropped. "You some kind of a dyke?" he was very angry. Of course that could be the only possible explanation for any woman not dropping to her knees in front of him.

"Your wife certainly didn't complain when I was licking her pussy," Carlie said. "She thought my tongue was bigger than your cock."

The girls gasped and he actually drew his hand back. I stood up and he got a look at me. He probably had me by twenty pounds and ten years but he was a bully and bullies really don't want to find any surprises. He didn't know me so he went back and got in his truck.

"Girls, I'm so sorry I spoke like that," she said. "That man has been pestering me ever since I came here and I was sick of it. That's no excuse. I'm very sorry."

Bre hugged her. "That's okay, Miss Brooks. We don't like him anyway. He watches all the young girls on his track team. He's a creeper."

Carlie looked at me and we both burst out laughing. "Remind me not to piss you off," I told her. "You've got a mean streak there, Carlie."

The first runners started showing up and we were busy as bees for a while. I asked the girls if they wanted to take Carlie out for wings afterward and they were very excited about that. She agreed to go with us and we went home and cleaned up. I know this place that has some of the best wings on the planet. It's called Hackett's and it's run by an old friend of mine. He's an elderly black man from Memphis and he knows how to do wings. We had a blast and I didn't want it to end. Carlie and the girls kept my mind off of Sarah and it felt good to just be human for a while. It couldn't last and when I got home I had a dozen missed calls from her on my phone. I had turned it off all day and it lit up like a Christmas Tree the minute I turned it on.

I got the girls in bed and called her.

"Shell, I need to talk to you," she said. "Can I come over?"

"Don't you have a date?" I asked her. "Is Asshole too busy?"

She sobbed. "Please, just let me come over, Sheldon. I can explain."

"Okay, come on," I said. I ended the call and in thirty minutes I heard her key in the door. I thought mean thoughts about changing the locks. When she came in she looked like a wreck. She tried to hug me, but I put out my hand and fended her off.

"Sarah, I swear to God if you touch me I'm going to puke on you," I told her.

She was immediately crying and she went over and sat down. "Can I just talk to you," she wept. "Let me just get it out."

I sat across the table from her again. She stared at the floor. "I know what Sophie said." He voice was so quite I could hardly hear her.

"So you decided to come clean?" I asked her.

"Yes. I didn't want to tell you before. I thought you'd hate me. She caught me, Shell. She threatened to tell you if I didn't. I told her I would, but I couldn't. You were so happy and I couldn't bear to think about how it would make you feel. It was just... no, I won't say it. I was drunk. We were at the girls Christmas party at school one night. The kids had all gone home and you went with them. We started drinking. You know how it is at those Catholic School things. Even Father Peter was tipsy. Mark and Cloe were there. I just started to talk to him. He just kept telling me how hot I was. Do you know how long it's been since anyone besides you told me that? I feel like I'm getting old, Shell. My boobs are sagging a little and my ass isn't quite as firm as it used to be. I grow hair in unusual places and I don't think I'm as pretty as I used to be. Do you know how many men have hit on me over the years? I like for men to think I'm hot. I've danced with them and they tried to feel me up. I would let them sometimes. I always knew that at the end of the night I was going home to you and you were going to fuck my pussy until I walked funny. It just made me feel good to know that men wanted in my pants. They were never going to get there but it made me feel good knowing they wanted to.

Barbara Janson was there. You remember her? She was a freshman when we were seniors. She was a pretty little blonde thing that always thought she was something special. She married one of the teachers at the girl's school. She said something to me about looking old. I was drunk and it really hurt my feelings. Then Mark came over and asked me if I wanted to dance. He was as charming and handsome as ever and he kept telling me how hot I was. He kept telling me how good it was back in school. I was as drunk as hell and I let him talk me into going outside on the porch in the back. It was so stupid, but I was just feeling very vulnerable. I gave him a blow job, Shell. I'm so sorry. I felt disgusted with myself after I did it. I just couldn't believe I was the kind of person that would do something like that. I let him feel me up and I sucked him off. I didn't fuck him Sheldon. I just wanted to pay that bitch back by showing her I could take a hunky man if I wanted to. I'm so sorry. Sophie came out on the porch with her date and caught me. She threatened to tell you. She called me all sorts of names and told me I was nuts for messing around on you. She said if I told you she wouldn't mention it. I couldn't tell you. I was so ashamed and I was so afraid that you would leave me. I told her that I told you and you had forgiven me. I wish I had told you. That's when it all started again. I fucked up, Shell. I'm a stupid bitch and I fucked up. I'm very sorry. I hate myself and if I've made you hate me I don't know how I'll live with myself. I've never loved anyone but you. I never will. Please, Shell; don't hate me. Please forgive me. I swear to God that if you let me make this up to you I'll work like a slave to do it. I'll do anything you say. Please don't leave me! Please don't take my girls away from me. What can I do? I'll do anything. I know now that you'll never accept it."

"Sarah, I don't know what you can do," I said. "I haven't had time to decide what I'm going to do. How can I trust you? You've lied to me, several times. You told me you were working late when you were really shaking your ass and fucking the Asshole. What if I forgive you and one day you have to work late? What am I supposed to think? How will I keep from wondering if you're fucking some guy or giving him a blow job? How does that work?"

She was crying uncontrollably. "I don't know, Shell. I only know I love you and the girls and I see what I've done. I see how my stupidity has damaged us and our family. I don't want sex anymore with anyone besides you, Shell. I've just been insane. You're an amazing lover but I just got so horny thinking about what we did back then. It should be easy for me. I've got the message. What do you want to do? Do you still love me?"

"That's the problem, Sarah, I do still love you. I'm just not sure you ever loved me. I'm not sure I believe you about anything. No, I'm sure I don't. I have to assume everything you tell me is a lie. Are you coming clean with me here? I'll never know and I don't think I'll ever believe anything you tell me. Here's your chance. If you're hiding something, you should tell me now. It won't make any difference. I couldn't possibly be any more angry with you than I am right now. This is your one chance."

"I swear to God I'm being honest," she said. "There isn't anything else. I love you Sheldon. I don't love anyone else and I never have. I did it. It was just... "

"Don't say it, Sarah," I interrupted her. "You were going to cheat and you did cheat."

"It wasn't... No, okay, I know you don't want to hear it. I just want you to understand it didn't mean anything to me. I'm not in love with Mark and Cloe. It was just exciting sex. I thought you might like to join us. I can see now that you never would and it was a mistake."

"Well, it sure as hell meant something to me," I told her. "The fact that it didn't mean anything to you is the problem. If I ate some stranger's pussy, would that mean anything to you?"

"It's not the same thing," she said. "We were going to include you. You were going to get to fuck Cloe. She's hot for you, Sheldon."

"It's exactly the same thing," I told her. "Fuck this. If you're going to try to slide around and evade responsibility and minimize what you've done this isn't going to work. I'm going to see a lawyer tomorrow, Sarah. I suggest you do the same."

"Why?" she asked. "Why do I need to see a lawyer?"

"When I file for divorce you'll need one," I told her.

She gave a little screech and collapsed. I didn't say anything and she wept for about five minutes before she could speak. "I don't want a divorce," she sobbed. "Please Shell, why do you want a divorce? I told you I'd do anything!"

"You won't even step up and accept how badly you fucked up," I told her. "You're trying to make excuses and minimize your cheating like it wasn't anything."

"No, I'm not," she protested. "I see how badly this has hurt you and I'm so sorry. I'm just trying to get you to understand that I love only you. They didn't mean anything to me. You're my man."

"So you were willing to fuck me over for people that didn't mean anything to you? Is that what you're telling me? Is that supposed to reassure me?"

"I don't know what I'm saying," she wept. "I'll say anything you want me to. I'm just trying to say something to get another chance; to get you to forgive me. Tell me what you want me to say."

"How about, 'I'm sorry Sheldon. I fucked up and it will never happen again?'"

"Yes, I am sorry. I fucked up and I won't do it again. Can I please come back home Shell? I'm dying without you. It's killing me that I can't be around the girls. I'll do anything. I'll sleep in the spare bedroom. I'll be your slave. I'll cook and clean and you can use me any way you want to. You can have girlfriends or whatever you need to get over this."

"I actually might," I told her. "Do you know that I met someone I'm very interested in?"

"I was afraid of that," she said. "Go on a date with her. Bring her over here and I'll cook for you. I'm as serious as I can be, Shell. I'll do anything to be part of your life. I'll serve the dinner and eat her pussy afterward if that's what you want. I just want to live with you and the girls. If you want to fuck me, we'll just be fuck buddies. Just give me a chance to win you back. I'll never have another man for as long as I live. If you need to get revenge or punish me, I know I deserve it. I'll take my lumps and I'll never complain. Just give me a chance."

"Let me think about it," I told her. "I'll call you tomorrow and let you know what I decide. Don't say one word to the girls, okay?"

"No, I won't. I'll do anything you say. Thank you for talking to me, Sheldon. I know I don't even deserve that. You're a good man and I'm taking advantage of you. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I'm dying inside being apart from my family."

"Maybe you should have thought of that... No, forget that. I won't beat you up," I said. "I need you to talk to some people, Sarah. Pastors or rabbis or counselors or something. I don't think you have the right moral compass. Will you do that?"

"Yes, I'll do anything," she said.

She left and I lay awake most of the night thinking. I didn't want her back. The idea that she couldn't take what she had done seriously, that it didn't mean anything to her fucked with my head. How could I take her back when she didn't even see anything wrong with what she did? The only thing she regretted was hurting me and nearly losing her family. That was so fucked up on so many levels I didn't know where to start. The problem was the girls. How could I destroy my baby's lives by kicking their mother to the curb? I drifted off to sleep still confused about what I should do. I got some clarity in the morning. The girls loved their mother and she was a wonderful mom. They didn't deserve any of this and I needed to make their lives as good as possible. I was certain that living with a cheating slut wasn't good for them. I called in to work and got the day off. When the girls got up I told them I was taking them out of school so we could talk. It was the most difficult talk of my life.

I didn't tell them that their mother was a cheating slut. I just told them that we had some issues that we needed to work out. She wouldn't be living with us and we were trying to work on our problems. They cried like someone had died. At first they accused me of ruining everything, but when I told them I hadn't done anything they figured it out.

"Did Mom do something bad?" Cambre asked. "Daddy, did she cheat on you?"

"I'm not going to tell you anything bad about your mother," I told them. "She loves you very much and you shouldn't blame her for anything. This has nothing to do with you girls. You're the best girls I could ever imagine and we both love you with all our hearts. Just give me a chance to work this out, okay?"

They reluctantly agreed and we talked for a long time. I called Sarah and we met for lunch. She was distraught when I told her I needed some space. "I get angry every time I look at you, Sarah," I told her. "You need to stay away from me. I've decided that I can never forget what you did. You may have cost me any relationship I have with any of my family. I'm divorcing you, Sarah. I'll let you see the girls any time you want to. We have a prenuptial agreement that if either of us ever cheated the innocent party keeps the house and any children. You won't be hurting for money, I'll make sure of that."

Now the bitch came out to play. She called me every name in the book, promised to turn the girls against me and clean me out in court. I wished her well and walked away.

Carlie called me after school and she was worried about the girls. She noticed that they weren't at school and she was very concerned. I promised her that they were okay and she asked me if she could come over Saturday and talk to me. There was a car event on Saturday and I was planning to drive in it. I asked her to go and she agreed. Sarah picked the girls up in the morning and I went to pick Carlie up. She was as gorgeous as ever. She had the tightest jeans on I had ever seen and the sight of her ass jiggling in those jeans was enough to give a dead man a hard on. Her big tits swaying under her button up shirt, plainly without a bra to restrain, them made it hard for me to speak. I felt like my throat was dry all the time.

We had a fifty mile drive and we talked a lot. She finally broke down and told me her story. She had been engaged to a businessman in the town she grew up in. They met in high school and fell in love. She was so happy she thought she must have missed some obvious signs because she had caught her fiancé in the cloakroom with one of her bridesmaids at the wedding. She left without ever saying a word to anyone and just drove away. She had never contacted anyone in her hometown again. She wound up here and got a job teaching in the school the girls went to. She was obviously upset and the memories still fresh and painful to her. I knew exactly how she felt. I told her what was going on with Sarah and me.

Her eyes were filled with tears when I got through talking and mine were a little misty too. She leaned over and put her head on my shoulder. Her hair was just a big mop. There were all these curls that were about a foot long and they stuck up every which way. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

My phone buzzed after we got to the show and it was Mom.

"Sheldon, we need to sit down and talk," she said. "I'm calling a family meeting. Gail and Helen are driving down and we'll meet here at the house."

"Is Asshole going to be there?" I asked.

"Your brother has some things he needs to tell you," she said.

"I told you what was going to happen," I said. "Don't call me again, ex-Mom."

"Sheldon, don't be like that," she begged. "Okay, he won't be there. Will you come?"

"Hold on a minute," I told her. Carlie was trying to get my attention.

"Talk to them, Sheldon," she said. "It's the only way to move on."

"Have you talked to your family?" I asked her.

She grinned ruefully. "No, but I know I should, so should you."

"Okay, Mom, when is this meeting?" I asked.

"Dinner tonight at six," she said.

"No dinner," I told her. "I'll be there at seven thirty." I ended the call.

I had a good time with Carlie and she held my hand while we checked out the cars. We talked quite a bit on the way home and I asked her if she would come over afterward so I could fill her in. She promised and I dropped her off at her place.

I was dreading the hell out of this. I went home to my empty house and tried to eat a little. It just made my stomach upset and I took a couple of antacids. I got the old Charger out and fired it up. It just felt right and that rumble soothed my nerves. I'm sure they heard me coming a block away and Mom came to the door before I got there. She hugged me and I just stood there, stiff as a post.

When she looked up at me there were tears in her eyes. She didn't say anything; she just took my hand and led me inside. I heard the lock click behind me and Dad was standing in front of the door with a baseball bat.

"We're not going to let you tear this family apart with your stubborn pride," he said. "Go and set your ass down."

Well, this was going to be interesting. My sisters, Gail and Helen took my arms and I sat between them. Then, out of Mom's bedroom marched the three cheaters. I looked over at Mom.

"He's your brother, she's your wife, Cloe's your sister," she said. "We can get past this."

"Okay, ex-Mom," I told her. "You just lost your son and your only two grandchildren. He's an asshole, not my brother, she's a bisexual bitch and that's the slut. I guess that makes you Mama-slut. That's the Pimp over there by the door and what are you two?" I asked my sisters.

"We just love you, Shell," Gail said. "We're down with whatever you want."

"I want to leave," I said. "You want to come and stay with me tonight? I want to introduce you to someone."

"Girls, I thought you were going to help," the Mama-slut started to panic.

"Yes, we're going to help Sheldon," Helen said. "What, you thought we were here to help these scuzz buckets?"

We stood up together and walked toward the door. The Pimp made a motion with his bat and I kicked him in the nuts. He dropped his bat and sank to the floor, making a little wheezing scream. I picked up the bat and turned around. The Asshole saw death in my eyes and took off running through the kitchen and out the back door. I turned to the Bitch. Her eyes went wide and she started scrambling to follow her asshole husband.

I threw back my head and laughed. "I'm filing charges against you for unlawful imprisonment," I told Mama-slut. "Don't call, don't write, don't send cards, and don't attempt to contact the girls. I'm getting a restraining order against all of you."

She sank to her knees, weeping hysterically. "Please, Sheldon, don't do that. I'm sorry! I'll make it up to you."

"Too late," I told her. "You had your chance; you picked a side. Good luck with the rest of your life. Too bad you're going to spend it with people who cheat on their spouses."

"The restraining order is going to be for you too," I told the Slut. "You're mentally unstable and I'll never leave the girls alone with you again."

Helen went upstairs and got the twins. They looked at everyone oddly but they didn't say anything.

The Slut was crying hysterically. The girls and I went out without another word and walked down the driveway.

"You want to drive?" I asked Gail. I tossed her the keys.

She squealed in excitement. "Really, Shell? I always wanted to but you never would let me."




Making Choices



"You made the right choice," I told them. "I love my little sisters. I let them drive my cars."

We got Chinese carryout on the way home and Helen took a turn trying to break our necks. I called Carlie on the way home and we got food for her too. The twins went flying across the room when she came in and threw themselves one her. They each took a hand and led her over to their aunts.

"This is our teacher, Miss Brooks," Cambre introduced her. "I think she's Daddy's girlfriend too."

Carlie was blushing furiously and she just looked adorable. "Cambre! We're just friends. You shouldn't say things like that."

"Well, since Mom cheated we want you to be with Daddy," Carmen told her.

"Girls, that's enough," I scolded them. "You're embarrassing our guest. Off to bed with you."

"Sorry, Daddy," a soft little chorus came. "Aunt Helen, Aunt Gail, will you read us our book?"

They led their aunts off upstairs and left Carlie and me in an awkward silence. I walked toward her and she looked a little frightened. I took her hands and pulled her in for a hug. Her curls tickled my chin and she melted against me.

"How 'bout it, Carlie?" I murmured. "Want to be my girlfriend?"

She tilted her head up to look in my eyes. Those huge brown eyes were full of golden glitter. "I might," she whispered. "Kiss me and then I'll decide."

Her lips were the softest, sexiest pillows I've ever felt. I felt a little pointed tongue tap my lips and I let it in. I swear to God I nearly came in my pants when I felt that. Her luscious body was pressed tightly against mine and she made a little moaning sigh that made me crazy. She pushed back a little and looked at me, evaluating my emotions. Evidently she liked what she saw because she let me pull her in again, burying her face in my shoulder.

"I won't be with you until you're not with her," she told me.

"I understand," I told her. "I'm not her, Carlie. I won't become her either. It's going to take a while to resolve all this."

"I've got the rest of my life," she said.

She kissed me again and made my toes curl before I walked her out to the pony. I went to see a lawyer the next morning. Her name was Marcy Grey and she was very rude. I think at first she thought I was dumping my wife for an upgrade. She was about forty and she had the largest breasts I'd ever seen that were natural. She was short and very curvy and pretty too. I wanted her to like me but we got off on the wrong foot.

"If you're here to get out of paying child support or maintenance you need a different attorney," were the first words out of her mouth.

That pissed me off. "Okay, that's not why I'm here but thanks for seeing me." I got up and walked out. I stopped off at her secretary and asked her how much the appointment was. She opened her mouth and Ms. Grey cut her off.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" she yelled. "You can't just walk off like that."

"Watch me," I told her. "I don't know who the hell you think you are, lady, but you can bite me. I don't have to listen to insults. Especially not from people I employ. Fuck off."

She swelled up like a toad frog. She opened her mouth then she started laughing. She laughed until she cried and came and got me by the arm. "I'm sorry," she was wiping the tears of mirth away. "Sometimes I forget that there are decent men in the world. I see so many assholes every day that I forget. Nobody has talked to me like that for years. Please, accept my apology. Come back and talk to me. Tell me what's going on."

Despite my misgivings I let her lead me back in her office and she poured me a very good Scotch. I told her the story and she got rude all over again, but it was directed mostly against my ex-family and the Slut.

She buzzed the secretary and got her to bring in forms. I paid her a retainer and signed my name ten thousand times. She promised to get the restraining order that afternoon and the divorce started as soon as possible. She shook my hand and the ball started rolling. In three days the Slut was served and my ex-family was charged with unlawful restraint and terroristic threats. The Pimp even got charged with attempted assault for his actions with the baseball bat. The Asshole and his wife were served for inflicting intentional emotional distress and life looked good. The twins were with me and the Slut was forbidden to come within 500 feet of us.

When I came out to get the paper Saturday morning she was standing down at the end of the block. She saw me and yelled.

"Sheldon, please let me see my babies. Please, I'm so sorry. It wasn't my idea. Please, I'm begging you, let me see my babies."

A couple of neighbors came outside to see what all the yelling was about. I walked down to where she was and she fell on her knees in front of me. "Please Sheldon, I'm begging. I'll crawl up to the house if you want me to. Please let me see the girls."

"Get up, Sarah," I told her. "You're embarrassing yourself and me."

"I don't care about me," she said. "I know I've lost you, Shell; I can't lose my babies. I won't embarrass you any more. Please, just for five minutes. Let me see them." She clung to me and I lifted her to her feet.

"Okay, you can see them," I told her. "Sarah, I told you that you could see them anytime you wanted to. Then you went and pulled that shit at my ex-parent's house. I swear to God, one more insane moment like that and you're done. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes I do and I won't... I won't do anything crazy. Thank you Shell. I'll be good."

We walked back to the house and the girls were eating waffles. They flew to her and she knelt down and hugged them like life preservers in a hurricane. She was sobbing her heart out and telling them over and over how sorry she was and how much she loved them.

They cried a little too and told her how much they missed her. I fixed her some breakfast and we all sat around the bar and ate. She promised them and me that she would be their Mom, just like before but she wouldn't be living with us. I think they understood and they agreed to stay with her every other weekend and I told her she could come over any time during the week she wanted. They went off to watch TV and we sat and talked for a while.

"Sheldon," she began, "I'm so sorry for what happened at your parent's house. I didn't want to do it but your Mom said we could fix everything. I realize that's not possible now. I know I've hurt you too badly, but I'm sane now and I just want however much relationship you will give me. I want to be friends. Okay, I want more than that but I realize it isn't going to happen. I'll just be the best friend you ever had. I'll be the girl's Mom and we'll move on with our lives. I signed the divorce papers and I won't fight it. The financial stuff is fine. I'm going to move into one of our apartments. There's a vacancy next week and it's a nice one. Can we be friends and co-parents, Sheldon?"

"We'll have to work on the friends part," I told her. "Most of my friends don't... no, never mind. I'll try, Sarah, honest I will. I just have a lot of bad feelings for you right now. I'm sure time will heal a lot of that and we'll get along just fine. Just so you know, I'm not getting back together with you, Sarah. If you've really given that up then I'm sure we'll be fine. The first time you go on a date, you come and tell me about it and then I'll believe you about moving on. We'll start working on being friends then, okay?"

There were tears in her eyes but she nodded and hugged me. I felt sorry for her but it wasn't on me. I offered to take her home but she told me she was parked down the street. At the door she turned and looked back. "I'm sorry," she said.

"I know," I told her. "Me too. Don't keep apologizing Sarah. I believe you. Let's just move on. I forgive you. I still mad but I'll get over it. Okay?

She smiled and nodded and she was gone. She came over Monday and Wednesday and on Friday I let the girls go out to eat with her. We seemed to be settling into a routine and things were looking up.

Marcy Grey called me the next week and she said the lawyer for my ex-family had talked with her and wanted to set up a meeting. I declined but she said it was in everyone's best interests so I went. My only condition was that the Asshole not be there. Everyone agreed and we sat around Marcy's conference table. They were all very penitent and full of remorse. They wanted me to drop the charges against them and they were willing to do nearly anything to make that happen. I told them that if they signed agreements to never contact or speak to me again, to agree to never speak to or contact the girls again and that if the Pimp would let me kick him in the nuts again I would drop the charges except the ones against the Asshole.

Marcy got quite a kick (pun intended) out of that and they agreed to all of the conditions except the last one. Cloe and Mom agreed but for some reason the Pimp was reluctant. I guess he needed to be holding a baseball bat to feel comfortable having his scrotum crushed. Mom threatened to kick him herself and he finally agreed. Macy was choking and I told him I wasn't going to do it right away, but he should be ready. They signed the papers and filed out.

As soon as the door closed Marcy burst into an insane fit of giggling. I told her a woman with her breast size shouldn't giggle like that and she ran off to the bathroom. When she came back she was composed until she saw me and that set her off again.

"Sheldon, you're such an idiot," she gasped. "You nearly made me pee my pants. You know I couldn't put that in the papers, right?"

I chuckled. "Well, yes, but I love the thought of him worrying about whether today is the day I'm coming to collect."

"You're a hard ass, dude," she finally settled down. "Are you going to stick to this?"

"You have no idea what I put up with for the Asshole down through the years," I told her. "He stole my toys, caused me more trouble than you can ever believe and it was all okay with them because he was the baby. Jesus Christ, Marcy, he fucked my wife and they were okay with that. It was 'my stubborn pride' that was the problem. I'm done with them. I hope they all die lonely and in misery."

"I don't guess I blame you," she said. "The divorce is final in sixty days. What are you going to do then?"

"Move on," I told her. "I've got a couple of plans. I even have a few plans for the Asshole."

She looked askance at me. "You aren't going to need a criminal defense lawyer, are you?"

"God, I hope not," I said. "Are you any good?"

"I practice family law," she said. "I'll bail you out, but I'd have to recommend a colleague if you're charged with a crime."

I didn't expect to be charged. The asshole was coming out of a bar one night and three masked men jumped him and dragged him into an alley. They beat the hell out of him, paying special attention to his genital area. The police report said they kept asking him a question over and over and he couldn't understand it. It was, "What's the frequency, Kenneth?" I guess they thought he was Dan Rather. He said he didn't know any Kenneth and he had no idea who they were or what the frequency might be. I was with Sarah and the girls at the time and I was never questioned.

After he got out of the hospital he was at home while Cloe was out of town and there was a home invasion. He was beaten again, by four guys this time. The question was different. They kept asking him why he wasn't wearing the regulation socks. He had no idea what the regulation socks were supposed to be, so they played ping pong with his balls. I was out on a date with Carlie

A month later he was ambushed in the parking garage at work. He was unable to determine the number of his assailants but they inquired about the frequency and disapproved of his sock choice again. His male member was victimized by being wrapped in duct tape and it was used as a hair removal device. He wouldn't need waxing for a while. I was at the twin's soccer game with Sarah.

The police questioned me this time. It seems that targeting the genitals is a favorite pastime of jealous husbands but I had airtight alibis for all the attacks.

Two months later his car developed problems. Three times a week for two weeks when he came out of work it had a flat tire. There were mysterious holes in the sidewalls, possibly about the size of an ice pick. Security began to watch it and it recovered its ability to hold air in its tires at work, but when he went in stores or bars or left it alone for a minute the malady recurred. Injector problems sidelined it for a while due to the presence of naphthalene in his fuel. The repair man said it was most likely caused by the mothballs in the gas tank. How they got there remained a mystery.

His barbecue grill exploded when he was trying to light it a month later. There was a gas leak and he was missing his eyebrows and lashes as well as the front of his comb over for a while.

This run of ill fortune continued until the culmination of the air bag in his car deploying unexpectedly and causing him to collide with a tree. Of course, the air bag had deflated by that time and he was injured in the crash and back in the hospital.

His wife, the lovely Cloe, decided that his bad luck might begin to affect her and filed for divorce. He was afraid to step outside his door and took a job in Cleveland selling tires.

My life was going great. The divorce went through smoothly and I was a free man. Carlie and Sarah walked around each other like two tomcats for about a month but one day Sarah asked her out for drinks and dancing. Sarah had a date and she told Carlie to tell me about him. He was an accountant and Carlie said his name was Bob. She thought he seemed like a nice guy and he was pretty good looking too. The girls got along pretty good and the tension eased around the house when they were there at the same time.

After the date I started asking Sarah to lunch about once a week and we started being pretty good friends again. We talked about the munchkins and how work was going and I remembered how much I just liked talking to her. She seemed to be doing well and she told me she really liked Bob. We didn't talk about the past much and that was good.

The Saturday after the divorce was final Sarah had the girls and I took Carlie out. We drove up to the mountains and went to a big local celebration. We walked around and looked at the crafts, ate some local food and rode a few carnival rides. I took her dancing that night and about one we were feeling pretty good and we left. When I dropped her off she invited me in and I didn't hesitate. She stopped in the living room and asked me to unzip her dress. I ran my fingers down her silky skin as the zipper opened and she shivered. I watched that fantastic ass jiggle as the walked to the door of her bedroom. She stopped and looked back at me. She raised one eyebrow and inclined her head before disappearing into the darkness.

My mouth was dry and my heart was hammering. I walked in and saw her in the moonlight. The dress slipped to the floor and she was a study in shadows. She wasn't wearing a bra and her panties were black. I slipped up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts. They were everything I imagined and a thousand times more. Big, high, firm and her nipples were fat brown cones on the tip of each amazing mound. They were rock hard and she moaned when I pinched them gently.

"God, Sheldon, it's been so long," she moaned. "I've forgotten how it feels. I'm going to go crazy on you so be prepared!"

"I like crazy," I slid my hands down inside those little panties and cupped her luscious cheeks. I had never felt anything like that in my life. I'd always dreamed about it, but never even dreamed it would happen. Sarah had a cute little butt, but this... this was on another planet. It was big and firm and round in all the ways that you could imagine, forming an upside down heart shape and just driving me mad. I slid the panties down a little and they fell to the floor. She had wide hips and there was a gap between her thighs that gave my hand plenty of room to slide under and cup her mons. She pushed her little pussy into my hand and when I slid my finger between her lips she was very wet.

She spun in my arms and sank to her knees, taking my cock in her long fingers and stroking it a couple of times. It was harder than I've ever been in my life and when she slid her hot mouth over me I knew this wasn't going to last long. She gave the most fantastic head imaginable. Those puffy lips wrapped around me like pythons and her mouth was a wet furnace. She swirled her tongue around the crown and I warned her I was going to blow. She hesitated a second and then just attacked. She was pumping me with one hand and rolling my nuts with the other and I blew up. She choked a little once but she kept after it bravely and not a drop escaped. I could hear her gulping and I nearly fell down my knees got so week. I pulled her up and kissed her.

"No, don't," she tried to turn her lips away.

"If you can, I can," I told her and I tried to take her tongue out of her mouth. I sat her down on the bed with her butt hanging about half off and knelt between those impossibly long legs, pulling them up and over my shoulders. She was as smooth as a baby. I don't know if she had just shaved or had laser treatments but she was beautifully bare down there.

I could smell a faint musk and she was leaking pretty good. She tasted delicious and I lapped her juices up like honey. She was moaning and thrusting up at me and I spent a long time down there, just building her up and then easing off. She was squirming and writhing and begging me to let her cum and I attacked her clit, flipping it around until she arched up off the bed, every tendon straining. Her orgasm was something I'd never seen before. She flooded and screamed and bucked. I let her come down a little then plunged a finger into that moist heat. When I added a second she went off again and I made her come three times like that.

I didn't want to stop, but she was very strong and she pushed me away. She scooted back up until she was stretched out on the bed and pulled me up on top of her. Now I got an opportunity to take in her breasts. I was just mesmerized. They were so big I expected them to at least sag off to the sides but they didn't. They kept their shape, even lying on her back, and they were just spectacular. She had small areolae and large nipples. They made little hills on the tips of the mountains and I feasted on them. I think she came again just from me sucking on them. I couldn't get enough and I think I made them a little sore because she finally pushed my head away.

"They'll be there tomorrow," she giggled. "I need you inside me, Sheldon. Are you back up?"

I poked her to show her I was and she spread her legs impossibly wide. I felt the slippery lips part and she groaned as the head of my cock slipped inside.

"God, you have a big dick," she moaned. "Easy, Shell."

As I fed inside her I could feel her stretching to accommodate me. I sank in in one slow, agonizingly slow, motion. She bucked under me as I got about halfway in and she was cumming again. I was amazed at how easily her orgasms came to her and at the capacity to cum like that. Having already cum once I was certain I could last a while.

She was an incredible lover, so very tight and so very athletic. We made slow, sweet, passionate love for a long time and she had several small orgasms, just building up for the big one. She began to increase our rhythm pumping and pulling at me with her hands. I rose up in a semi-pushup position on my hands and knees and just pounded her. I was quickly reaching the point of no return when she blew up like a volcano. It was like riding a tidal wave and the sight, sensation and sound of that screaming orgasm pushed me over the edge and I pumped my soul out of the end of my cock and into her. She just kept cumming and I pumped her until I started to go soft. I rolled off and she was instantly on me, my deflating cock in her mouth as she worked on me for probably five minutes.




Making Choices



I thought we were done but she proved me wrong. My poor abused cock rose to the occasion and I pushed her over on her belly, mounting her from behind and I pounded against that sweet ass until she was nearly delirious. I didn't cum but she was begging me to stop so I rolled off and I was back in her mouth. She worked on me until I came again, just a couple of weak dribbles firing into her throat. We collapsed together, running our hands over each other's bodies while our hearts stopped pounding and our breathing slowed. I was done! I think she was too.

"Carlie, I've never been so thirsty in my life," I told her.

She laughed and went padding away, her naked form glorious in the moonlight. She came back with a cold bottle of water and pressed it, giggling, against my belly. We shared it and she lay half over me until I felt her pussy dripping on me. She jumped up and went into the bathroom, reappearing in a minute with a warm washcloth she cleaned us up with. She moved back into what seemed to be her favorite place, her pussy pressed against my thigh, one big breast against my side and her cheek over my heart.

She tilted her head up to look at me. "Sheldon, I'm in love with you," she murmured. "Do you love me?"

"More than you can imagine," I told her. "I thought I'd never be happy again, Carlie. I was wrong. My girls make me happy and you make me happy. I do love you. I think I'm the luckiest guy alive. We should send the Asshole a thank you card."

She laughed. "Well, I wouldn't go so far as that, but I'm happy here with you too."

We whispered things that meant nothing and everything until we drifted off to sleep with that gorgeous woman in my arms.

After two months she moved in with me and the twins rode to school with her every day. After six months I knew I couldn't live without her and I bought her a ring. I told the girls I was going to ask her to marry me and I couldn't believe how excited they were. She was their idol and they worshipped at her alter.

I called Sarah. She wasn't thrilled, but she said she wanted me to be happy. I found out that Bob had popped the question to her and she had him on hold. She said she was going to say yes and I wished her well. I hoped she had learned something from her experience and Bob wasn't going to go through what I had. I didn't say any of that.

I took Carlie out to a nice Italian place and popped out the ring. She squealed and there was never any question. When we got home the girls were waiting up and they were all over us.

"Can we call you Mother?" Cambre asked her. "We already have a Mom, but we decided we want to call you Mother."

Carlie dropped to her knees and squeezed them close. "Oh, wow! Thank you girls. It would be an honor to me. I've loved you since the day I met you. You'll always be my little girls. I'm not trying to take your Mom's place, but I would be proud for two angels like you to call me Mother."

We got married and we're a year in and I love her more every day. I've never been happier and she's still a sex goddess in bed.

Sarah married Bob and they have a baby boy. I've never heard from the ex-family and I don't expect I ever will. My sisters mention them sometimes but they don't have much to do with them either. Sometimes you just have to live with your choices. They made theirs and I made mine. The worst day of my life was pretty bad, but I have the feeling the best days are still ahead. Carlie is going to make sure of that.