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Only in a Dream

By: gabapentin



To those of you who commented about the length of my story. I am new to this, and I apologize for the epic that it was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away.

I have gone through and removed a lot that I thought was irrelevant. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers to try and get to know Brad on a personal level and I went a little overboard.

In the first couple of chapters, I try to paint a picture of who Brad is and how he met Kathy. Some of the events, or memories of his come to play and will make more sense later in the story. I wanted to show what happened to lead up to the thoughts in Brad's head, and how they follow into the main theme of the story (the journal).

Please don't make judgments of any of the characters until reading the entire story. Which is complete and later chapters will be posted after some minor edits.

This time, I am dividing it into 8 (as far as I can tell) chapters. I wasn't sure of how long the story would actually be, once put on the site. One of the comments that I read from an author on a different story wrote that he had typed out six pages, and then his story was only about one and a half on the site, so I had that in mind. . . Sorry.

I tried to keep the paragraphs short to make it easier to read. In the later chapters, I didn't necessarily follow that rule for the journal, in an effort to make it more authentic. However, there are lines between pages to break up the monotony.

This story is a conglomeration of situations and people I have known throughout my life. Some facts mixed with some twists and turns to the actual stories, for instance, Brad's accident happened to one of the people in this group, but not actually him. However, the events surrounding the love story between him and Kathy are real(although their names, for the purpose of this story, aren't). Their sex life, I haven't a clue, so you can draw your own conclusions about that. I chose them as the main characters of this story because they've been married for 35 years and have a very strong bond. I know them well enough to know that neither one would ever stray. But, that's what makes for a good story isn't it? The wife who would never cheat. I put myself into Brad's shoes with his father, the fishing trips and his (actually my) grandpa and grandson.

Every character is a real person. I tried to incorporate as many personality traits of them as I could. Most of the situations are real and some not. Or the events that actually happened to one character may be used for another (as is Brad's accident).

The story is completely fictional, but Tina and Todd's situations are mostly real. Todd was just a jerk I knew in high school that worked with Kathy. He DID try his best to get into her pants, and just about every half way cute female he has ever come in contact with.

I got the idea for this story and wrote it for a distraction over the last month of this winter, with no real intent to put it on here. But, after I got started, my wife insisted. The journal was originally written in third person, but after re-reading it a couple of times, I decided to change it to first person and added the dates and the lines to represent different pages.

I've got some more story ideas emanating in my head from this same group of people, I just wanted to see how this turned out.

I will turn on the comments after the last chapter, because I feel the whole story needs to be read to connect everything. Again, I apologize for the length.

God is mentioned a few times, so be forewarned. . . 

There is no sex until later in the story. 

July 27, 2013.

Brad sat in the Jeep motionless, staring hopelessly at the grey dashboard of the Grand Cherokee. The color suited his frame of mind perfectly, he had driven the thirty miles up to Goose Lake, his thoughts wandering somewhere in a grey fog.

Although it was July, the threat of rain had ushered in some cooler air, the looming clouds in the sky fit his mood in every respect. He wanted nothing more than to just return home, and go back to bed. His heart was aching, his head spinning and he didn't want to be here, but he'd been promising to bring his grandson, Dustin, up here fishing for a few months now.

The small town in southern Ohio that they called home, had only a handful of lakes and ponds nearby where fishing was allowed. Those bodies of water were all over fished and under stocked, not much excitement for a fifteen year old boy. Just about all of the places Bradley used to fish when he was younger, were now private property and off limits. Too many sue happy people out for a quick buck had pretty much ruined it for everyone else.

Even the old gravel pit located right in the middle of town, where Brad had spent countless hours and had some of the best times of his life, was posted with 'NO TRESPASSING' signs. And the local police enforced it vigorously. The pit hadn't pumped gravel, or been in business since the early 1950's, and at one time, it had a public beach/swimming area. 'Lake Sun and Fun' was the name of the swimming area, and that's what the pit was now called by most residents of this small Ohio town. 

From the late 1950's, up until about 1970, new home construction in the area had exploded. The lake was now about three quarters of the way surrounded by houses. Back in those times, the residents living there didn't mind people fishing, as long as they didn't damage anything, or leave trash lying around everywhere. They would keep an eye out to make sure that the children who would come to fish here were safe. Sometimes, the elderly residents would even bring out refreshments for the youngsters.

How the world has changed. . . . 

The side of the lake along the main road heading out of town wasn't developed until the 1980's. Several restaurants and businesses had located in this area as the small town expanded out past the old gravel pit.

Of course fishing was allowed for the residents, or if you're their guest. But, other than that, there was only one small spot on the entire lake where anyone was allowed to fish. Behind the Hardee's restaurant, there was a picnic table for customers to sit and eat by the lake, plus a large sign that read: FISH AT YOUR OWN RISK. There was only about thirty feet of shore line, with a copious amount of trees and brush to get your line snagged on. Not really a kid friendly fishing spot.

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Bradley Wilbur was fifty five years old, married and the father of four children. Two boys, two girls, and there were ten grandchildren between them all, plus, there was another one on the way.

After thirty eight years in the workforce, thirty spent at his last job, he could no longer work. Brad's body was broken down and more like that of an eighty year old man. He had not worked for just short of four years now. Brad had been involved in a very serious automobile accident back in the late 1970's. The long term effects of his injuries and thirty years of the duties he had to perform at work had finally caught up with him.

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34 years 10 months earlier ... Sept, 1978.

The accident left Bradley with shattered left leg, a concussion and several missing teeth. Ironically, the LACK of a seat belt had saved his life. His body had been thrown partially out of the window, avoiding the steering wheel, that was pushed firmly into the driver's seat. It would have surely crushed his chest.

Upon arrival at the hospital, his leg was too bruised for surgery, so he was kept sandbagged and in an induced coma for two weeks. Followed by six weeks in traction. Brad was sent home in a body (one and a half hip spica) cast. He had to be transported by ambulance, it took three EMT's to carry him inside. They had to him sideways to get him through the front door, then through the doorway into the bedroom. Brad's step father took a photo of this operation, so he now has a permanent reminder of the occasion. Brad was bedridden in the cast for five weeks, it was something he would remember for the rest of his life and never wanting to repeat ever again.

When he came back to the hospital to get the cast removed, thinking that his ordeal was finally about over, he was told some grim news. The bone specialist explained to Brad that the X-rays showed, for some unknown reason, his femur didn't heal at the proper angle and would require corrective surgery. The surgery would involve the re-breaking of his leg and was scheduled for the following week.

Three weeks after the surgery, Brad left the hospital on crutches, with two steel plates and twenty nine screws holding his leg together. He had to go through extensive therapy to be able to walk again. Five months after he was released from the hospital, the doctor released him to go back to work.

It had been nine months since the accident, but it had seemed like a lifetime to Brad. He was excited, to return to the living, as he called it, and couldn't wait to get back. Brad returned to his job as an auto mechanic a few days later. 

Two weeks after his return to work, he started a new job, with much higher pay and benefits. 

He would work this new job for the next thirty years. 

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Fast forward 31 years ... June 2010.

It had been just short of nine months since he spent the final day at the job he'd spent most of his life at, Brad sat in his recliner thinking about his life. When you have nothing to do, or when your body just plain refuses to let you do anything productive, you have a lot of time to reflect back on things. Brad sat and thought about the past, his work, and how he wished the auto accident had never happened.

"How did I get here to. . . To this moment?" he pondered.

For several years now, Brad's doctor had been advising him to stop working, but he was too stubborn to quit.

Brad shifted uncomfortably in the chair as he thought about all that had happened. He felt like the rug had been pulled out from under him and there was nothing he could do to put it back. Life had been good, he had a good paying job and a beautiful, loving wife. They had raised three wonderful children together.

He had so many projects that he loved tinkering with, so many more he'd planned to start in the future. 

"What the hell happened?" he thought.

Brad had achieved more in his life than he ever thought possible. His grandma's advice had rung true. . .

"If you take your time, work hard and be responsible with your money, don't overspend on things you don't need until you're sure you can afford them, you'll be able to live the life you want. Just remember, it will take time."

She was right.

Brad had worked feeling the way he did for so long, he really just considered it uncomfortable, rather than pain. In fact if he would have awoken one day without hurting, then he would probably worry that something was wrong.

The prognosis after his accident had inspired him and made him more determined to forge ahead. Almost like he had to prove to himself, that this wasn't going to keep him from living the life he'd always planned on.

The plant's closing didn't affect him near as much as when he finally came to the realization, just how bad he really felt. He had been pushing himself for so long, his brain hadn't figured out that his body just wasn't cooperating anymore. 

The notice of the plant closing had come about a year in advance. 

The company had given employees a chance to opt out, leave early and still receive their severance pay. A lot of people, mostly the younger workers, left, trying to get the jump on everybody else looking for other jobs. Most of the 'old timers' stayed on, including Brad. He wanted to at least make it to his thirtieth anniversary with the company.

The plant closed three months after he reached his thirty year anniversary. He made it.

"How could things have changed this quickly? I don't want to be retired, I'm too young, I have so much more that I want to do with my life," he thought.

"It sure is funny how things work out," Brad whispered to himself.

He thought about how he had always wanted more time to spend on his endeavors, now he had all the time in the world, but didn't really feel like doing anything.

Before sitting back down, he walked over and turned on the Music Choice channel on the cable box to 70's rock. Hearing music from earlier times in his life was comforting to Brad. Most of the music was associated with happier times, certain songs could bring back vivid memories from those times. But, unfortunately, some songs brought back sad memories too.

He thought it funny, how he could remember the slightest little details from almost fifty years ago, but couldn't remember what had happened yesterday.

******** 

Brad wasn't real keen on the idea of getting a government check. Everything that his wife and he had acquired, had come from their hard work. The house; the old cars that he toyed around with; the new cars; all of the tools; the bass boat.

Everything. 

He and Kathy had never taken handouts, it reminded him of a line from the old Charlie Daniels song, Long Haired Country Boy,

"I ain't askin nobody fer nothin, if I cain't get it on my own. . . If you don't like the way I'm livin. . . You just leave this long haired country boy alone."

It did give him some solace tho, that he'd paid in, paid a lot, into the system that he would now be drawing from. Unlike so many people that he knew, who were perfectly healthy, had worked only a few low paying jobs, or never worked at all. All the while, receiving some form of government assistance for their entire adult lives. Yet, these people all seemed to be able to live as well, or in some cases, better than Brad and his wife had. They were experts at gaming the system.

"Do these people have no shame?" he thought.

Sad part was, a lot of them were relatives, he knew that their parents had taught them different, but it didn't matter to them, they felt entitled. 

What really bothered Brad was, he wanted to earn his keep, but he couldn't anymore. Thinking about this, it really affected him, he now felt like only half of a man.

Brad and his wife, Kathy had refinanced the house and the second mortgage together at a lower interest rate several years earlier. This lowered their house payment to almost half, and they would have to make a house payment for a few years longer, but would save over a hundred thousand dollars in the end. They had just a few years left to pay, and the new car had only a short time left on the lease.

When the lease was up, they just turned in the car, then used some of Brad's severance pay to pay cash for a used Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Things would be tight for a while, but Brad and Kathy would make out OK.

******** 

Brad sat and thought about how he wished he felt like working on a project around the house again. As he wiggled around and made himself comfortable, he glanced over at the pictures sitting on the shelf above the television. His eyes focused on the photo of his mother and stepfather that was sitting there. . .

******** 

Sad thoughts came into Brad's head as he remembered the emotional trauma that he had endured as a child. What haunted him the most was how his mother had suffered. She had been married for only a little over two years and was pregnant with her first child, when her husband was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. 

Brad came into the world, with his mother and father having the knowledge that, his father would not survive to see their son grow into a man, or even a toddler for that matter. Brad's father died when he was just a few months old.

There were complications when his mother was born and she had gone without oxygen for for a spell, and then she had been sickened with scarlet fever when she was a child of six. She suffered a few mental health issues as a result of these two instances. She had a mild learning disability and was extremely backwards and shy, especially around people of the opposite sex.

When Brad's father came to call on her, he saw an angel and fell in love with her quickly, he absolutely adored her. She fell for him quickly too and was on cloud nine. No other man had ever really taken an interest in her.

After his death, she went into a severe depression, it clearly showed in before and after photos of her. She was not recognizable as the same woman, she looked ten years older, and her happy, go lucky presence was gone.

Brad's mother and he, then went to live with his grandparents. After about a year, his mother found a full time job in a nursing home, so in effect, grandma and grandpa became his surrogate parents.

Brad's mother was the younger of two girls. Grandma had also given birth to a son, but he only lived for three days. After things turned out as they had, grandma's younger sister told her,

"God works in mysterious ways, a tragedy took away your son, now through another tragedy, he has given you the chance to raise another." 

Grandma and grandpa did raise him as their own. Instilling their belief in God, their values, and work ethic. It was for this reason that Brad seemed to be older than most other children his own age. He seemed to have a more mature outlook and a clearer sense of right and wrong than they did. It was also one of the reasons he was taunted and bullied as much as he was. Of course, being so small and skinny had a lot to do with that too.

As a toddler, he didn't know why his mother was always lying in bed, crying all of the time. He would hug her, try to comfort her and wipe her tears away. When he was old enough to understand, he was sad and couldn't discern why his daddy had been taken away from his mommy and him.

Holidays always seemed to be the worst, mom would try to put on a brave face, but ultimately, she would end up in bed for several days. This really affected Brad, and it continued until he was in his teens.

As Brad remembered those times, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. Over the years, still to this day, he had tried to avoid any and all thoughts from that time in his life. There were times, when certain events or situations would remind him and he would have to go off by himself to be alone for a few moments to collect himself. He didn't cry for himself, he cried for his mother.

Several men had come to call on mom through the years, but grandpa always scoped them out pretty good. He knew that some of these men wanted to take advantage of her vulnerable state of mind. 

The few she did go out with, were chaperoned by Brad. A child has a way of keeping the horn dogs at bay.

"Any man needs to know up front, that she has a child that is a part of the package," grandpa always said.

Brad always considered his grandparents as his mom and dad, his mom took on more of a role as a big sister. He even called grandpa daddy and grandma mom, because that's what his mother and her sister's called them. His mother was mommy.

Grandma and grandpa made all of the major decisions, but mom doted on him and showered him with love and affection like any mother would.

When Brad was thirteen, his mother met a nice hardworking, Christian man and they were married the following year. Brad decided to stay at his grandparents home after their marriage.

His mom was a little sad, but she understood, he'd lived there for his whole life, short of a few months. 

His mother and her new husband set up house about six blocks from grandpa and grandma's. They furnished a bedroom for Brad, just in case he ever changed his mind. 

******** 

Brad got up and walked out into the back yard, he looked up at the trees he had planted fifteen years before, they had grown nicely to about twenty five or thirty feet tall now. He walked along under the trees, next to the path that the rain took as it meandered down the small grade out towards the street. As he strolled along, he thought about the model trains that he used to be so into. The model RR that he had at his grandma's house when he was a teenager, took up almost an entire small bedroom. He dreamed of the model railroad he was going to build when he became an adult and had his own place.


Only in a Dream Ch. 02



Please read Only in a Dream Ch. 1 before reading this chapter.

For those of you that actually read the whole long version, this will look familiar. I broke it down into chapters and the conclusion to the long version will be chapters seven and eight.

I apologize for the epic that this story was. I just started writing what was in my head and got carried away. I was actually trying to make it longer, because I thought it wouldn't be long enough. I wanted readers to try and get to know Brad on a personal level and I went a little overboard.

In the first couple of chapters, I try to paint a picture of who Brad is and how he met Kathy. Some of the events, or memories of his come to play and will make more sense later in the story. I wanted to show what happened to lead up to the thoughts in Brad's head, and how they follow into the main theme of the story (the journal).

Please don't make judgments of any of the characters until reading the entire story. Which is complete and will be posted after some minor edits.

This time, I am dividing it into 8 (as far as I can tell) chapters. I am leaving the comments off until after the last chapter.

I wasn't sure of how long the story would actually be, once put on the site. One of the comments that I read from an author on a different story wrote that he had typed out six pages, and then his story was only about one and a half on the site, so I had that in mind. . . Sorry.

In this chapter, Brad is still sitting on his deck lost in thought. After being told about his nephew's girlfriend's infidelity, his thought's drift from worries that Kathy may have done something similar with a neighbor twenty two years ago. Then, his head is full of memories of their meeting and falling in love ten years before that. He thinks about the man that tried to keep them apart and remembers how Kathy's sister seemed to be causing trouble too. Also, thoughts of his own insecurities and all of the men over the years, trying to get close to Kathy invade his thoughts.

* 

All of his life, Brad lacked self confidence and felt he wasn't good looking in any sense, he had never been popular with members of the opposite sex.

In fact, when Brad would become friends with a girl, things would be fine until she got any notion that he might like her as more than a friend, then she would avoid him. He was very, very shy and feared rejection. 

He overcame that fear with Kathy, only a few minutes after meeting her. Her warm personality had made him feel at ease. The day they met, they sat and talked for a while, he then asked her if she would like go for a drive. As luck would have it, when they walked over to his car to leave, it wouldn't start, the battery was dead.

It was 1978, Kathy had recently been divorced and her big brother, Eric, had helped pull her on where he worked. Her ex husband wouldn't stop harassing her, so Eric invited her to come in and stay with him at his apartment. He lived there with his girlfriend, Layla. Eric and Kathy's younger sister, Tina, also stayed there with them.

Kathy told Brad that they could take her sister's old car and went in to ask her for the keys. Tina had been watching out of the front window as Kathy talked to Brad and thought it comical.

"Ha ha ha, your actually going somewhere with tha. . . Uh. . . Him?" she asked, and laughed a little.

Kathy just grabbed the keys out of Tina's hand and turned to leave.

"He seems like a nice guy, I kind of like him, yes, we are going for a drive," she said.

Kathy came back with the keys, and they climbed into Tina's car and they left. Brad was driving, since she didn't have her driver's license yet. 

They drove around for a while and talked about their families, their beliefs, and the things they liked and didn't like. They talked about their dreams and what they wanted to do with their lives. They talked and talked and talked. 

Brad had never met a girl before that he was so comfortable with. Just after a couple of hours, he was looking straight into her beautiful green eyes and felt like he had known her for years.

When he took her home, they sat for a long time in the car out in front of the apartment talking. He was staring into her eyes and he couldn't help himself, he just pulled her into his arms and kissed her. She just melted into his arms and kissed him back. Brad was hooked, it just felt so natural, like it was meant to be. He was falling hard for her.

They sat holding each other and kissing for quite a while. Then, as much as he didn't want to, he told her it was late, he had to work in the morning. Before he left, he asked if he could see her again the next evening and she told him to come on over after he got off of work. 

Brad was in a daze as he walked back home. He had never in his life met a girl like this.

He was undressed for bed, when he remembered he needed to charge the battery in his car. He pulled on some pants, went back outside and hooked the battery charger up. Going back in, he said goodnight to his grandma, then went to bed. Since his car had been there, grandma just assumed he had gone with his friend, Jack.

Sleep didn't come easy for Brad that night. His mind was racing, he could still taste Kathy's kisses, feel her hand on his side and those eyes, those big green eyes.

"Was this real? Did tonight really happen?" he thought.

She was, by far, the most beautiful girl that he had ever even sat and held a conversation with, that didn't try to make excuses to slip away from him. They'd held each other and she had kissed him like she did. She was so sweet; she had the same values as him; she had morals; and he knew she hadn't slept with a bunch of guys like most of the girls he knew had. He knew it was too soon to tell, but he felt like he might be falling in love with her already.

Kathy had been a little interested in a man she worked with. Todd was a friend of her brother's and he was always coming over to her work station to talk and flirt with her. He told Kathy he was going through a divorce, that his wife had just gotten pregnant to trap him.

Todd was an exceptionally good looking man, he was also very aware of it too, he was cool with the lines and could usually get girls into bed pretty easy. Kathy was really attracted to him and he seemed very interested in her too. She thought that he was so nice, and of course, his looks attracted her too. She thought she might even want to pursue something further with him after his divorce, but not before it was final.

Kathy had always ridden to work with her bother Eric, as she didn't have a driver's license yet. A few days before she met Brad, Eric became sick at work and had to leave early. He told Kathy that Todd would give her a ride home, if she didn't mind.

She was a little anxious, because she liked him a lot and thought he was very cute. Kathy thought maybe she could maybe stake a claim on him, so to speak, and get to know him better. Maybe she would be, waiting in the wings, as it were, for him after his divorce.

"Yes, that would be fine," she said.

After Todd drove her home, he parked in front of the apartment and they sat in his car talking for a while. He told her all about the evil bitch that had trapped him and had destroyed his life. How he was finally breaking away from his mistake and was looking for a new relationship,

"With someone just like you," said Todd.

Kathy's heart raced when he said these things. Then Todd told her that he hadn't had any relations with, or even kissed his wife at all, in over a year.

"I'm really, really attracted to you," he said, as he slid over towards her, and tried to pull her in close to him.

"What! Wait a minute, wh. . . What was that last thing he said? He doesn't even know me! I've barely even spoken to him, I. . . Just some casual conversation at work, and now, HE's doing all of the talking. . . About his wife and how they haven't had sex for a long time," Kathy thought to herself.

He could barely look her in the eyes when he was speaking about his soon to be ex. And here he was, obviously trying to make moves on her. For a fleeting moment, Kathy almost gave in, she was so wanting to feel some kind of attention and affection from someone of the opposite sex. But, something about Todd didn't quite jive, there was a superficial quality to him.

It had been (truthfully) over a year since she'd had any physical contact with a man at all. That had been her ex husband, who she had despised since the very day she married him.

Kathy resisted, she pulled back away from Todd. She wanted this, but it would have to be later on, after she got to know him and after he was divorced. He was moving way too fast for her. She wanted to fall in love with someone, there was no way that she would sleep with a man this soon. Besides, this wasn't even a date,

"It's a ride home from work, for Christ's sake!!" she thought.

She told him that they should take it slow, she would really like to go out with him sometime in the future.

"Maybe next week, we can go out for supper or something like that, then we can start getting to know each other better," she told him, "Then, after your divorce. . . Well, we'll just see how it goes. . . Goodbye, thanks for the ride home," Kathy said.

She got out of the car and headed inside, as Todd sped away. He was livid,

"What the fuck?" 

She was a sure thing, he had her right where he wanted her. . . Or so he thought.

"I know she wants me, I can see it in her eyes, she's just playing hard to get. Oh well, another week won't hurt, I'll get her then. Man, oh. . . Man!! I bet she's really a wild fuck!" he said to himself.

As Todd was driving off, Kathy stood on the front porch of the apartment for a few moments. She was torn.

"Did I just make a mistake?" she thought.

She really wanted to be with a man, but a relationship, not a quick roll in the sack.

"And that's all Todd wanted, anyway, that was the signal he was sending out."

At least she thought it was. 

"I'll get to know him better next week," she said to herself.

"Wait a minute, I. . . We don't have to wait until next week, if I had his number. . . I cou. . .! I'll have Eric call him, shit, I forgot we're off the next four nights, maybe we can go out tomorrow night!!" 

She was smiling with excitement as she unlocked the door and headed in. When Kathy walked into the apartment, it was dark.

"Where's Eric and Layla? Where's Tina? Are they all in bed?"

As she walked through to the kitchen, she noticed that the doors to their bedrooms were open and. . . Empty.

"I thought Eric was sick," Kathy said to herself.

Then she realized, this whole thing was a setup. Eric had arranged for Todd to bring her home and there was conveniently no one there. They had assumed that Todd would bring her in and take her to bed.

"Don't they know me better than that? Christ!" Kathy cried.

Kathy was a little upset with her brother and Todd, she was sure that they had arranged to get her laid. She undressed, showered and went to bed. She heard Eric, Layla and Tina come in about three hours later.

In the morning, after waking, Kathy strolled into the kitchen, where she found Eric and Tina sitting at the table with looks of anticipation on their faces. Tina turned to face Kathy.

"Welllll?" she teased.

"Well what?" Kathy retorted.

Eric stood, and headed towards the refrigerator,

"How did things go with you and Todd last night?" he asked.

"He was here about a half hour and then left," said Kathy.

"You mean you two never. . . " said Tina, before Kathy cut her off.

"NO! We didn't!!" Kathy said, loudly.

Tina, sensing that there little plan had failed,

"You don't even know when to look a gift horse in the mouth, do you?" she blurted out.

"You know I'm not like that!" Kathy pleaded, "Besides, he's still married!!"

Kathy stormed back into her room. She was going to ask Eric to contact Todd and see if he could possibly take her out this week, instead of next. But after the way things had gone, now she didn't think so.

"They were all in on it, including Todd," she thought.

And she didn't like being tormented about it. She didn't plan on just having casual sex with anyone either. And she was now almost positive that was what their plan had been.

Kathy had planned to just go out with Todd and get to know him. His divorce was supposed to be final in a couple of weeks, and then. . .

That evening, Kathy tagged along with her brother and his girlfriend out to Kmart. Eric never mentioned anything about Todd and Kathy was relieved, because she thought for sure, he would harass her about him and she didn't want to fight.

They had a pleasant time walking through the store and looking around. Kathy purchased a new pair of jeans and some hair brushes.

She had thoughts running through her mind tho, maybe Eric had called Todd, he would be there at Kmart and they would run into him. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to do yet, but she secretly hoped he was there. When he wasn't, she was a little disappointed.

They spent the drive home and rest of the evening, without Eric or Tina either one mentioning Todd at all. Nothing was mentioned the next day either, then that evening, Kathy met Brad.

Although Brad wasn't the handsome man that Todd was, for some odd reason, she was drawn to him. It was her that approached him first and initiated the conversation.

Brad was out in his grandmother's driveway washing his car, when Kathy came outside and sat down on the apartment steps. Just as she looked over and saw him, he briefly looked right at her and she felt her face flush. She couldn't understand why, but was glad that he was far enough away he couldn't see. As Brad continued to wash the car, he kept positioning himself so he could give quick glances over her way and keep her from noticing.

But, Kathy did notice, it made her smile,something made her want to go over and talk to him. She wasn't really sure how to go about it and didn't want to just walk over there, that seemed so forward and not in her nature.

Then, she saw her brother's car. He had gone out earlier, when he returned, one of Tina's friends was parked in front of the apartment, so he turned around and parked across the street. The car was no more than twenty five feet or so, from where Brad was washing his car.

When Kathy saw the car, she remembered that she had left her new hair brushes from Kmart in the back seat. So, she got up and headed across the street.

"I'll walk over and get the brushes," she thought, "Then I can get a little closer."

Brad's heartbeat quickened as he watched her head over his way. Then she turned and strode over to the passenger side of the car. He was a little disappointed, but he hadn't really expected her to be coming over to see him anyway. When she got to the car door, it was locked. She turned and glanced over at Brad.

"Darn it anyway!" she complained.

He looked over her way again, but didn't say anything. When Brad noticed she was looking at him, he quickly looked away.

"I left my new hair brushes in my brother's car and it's locked," Kathy remarked.

Then, she slowly walked towards him.

"That's really a shame," Brad said.

His heart crept up into his throat, he looked down at his car and swirled the wash mitt around,

"Is he home?" he managed to spit out, as she got closer. 

He finally looked up at her when she was close enough and could see just how beautiful she really was. His pulse quickened and he felt himself flush.

"Oh my God, please don't make a fool of yourself," Brad thought.

"I didn't know it was locked, or I would have gotten his keys," she said, now only a few feet from him, "Have you lived around here long?" Kathy inquired, not knowing what else to say.

Brad felt a little more at ease, after hearing her voice. He looked into her eyes and didn't turn away,

"Just about my whole life," he told her.

Something about her tone of voice and her mannerisms made Brad feel at ease. She looked directly at him as she spoke, she seemed as tho she was genuinely interested in him. His nervousness was starting to fade.

"I've only been over there for about a week," said Kathy.

"Today is the first time I've ever saw you over there, is th. . . Is that guy with the dark hair and beard your brother?" asked Brad.

Kathy smiled and put her hands in her pockets,

"Yeah, that's Eric, my big brother. He's a sweetheart, but he can be a pain in the butt sometimes," she said.

Brad rinsed the soap off of the car, as he finished up.

"Does he live with those other two girls over there, or is one just a friend?" he asked, smiling.

Kathy laughed as she took her hands out of her pockets and motioned over in the direction of the apartment.

"No, he. . . He wishes. The one with wavy hair is Layla, his girlfriend, and the taller one with the straight hair is our younger sister, her name is Tina," she explained.

Brad poured the soapy water out, gathered up his bottle of car wash and the wash mitt, putting them all in the bucket.

"You're a lot prettier than your sis. . . terrrr. . ." 

He couldn't believe he just said that out loud!! He thought it and it just came out of his mouth.

Brad's face turned a little red.

Kathy gave him a thoughtful smile,

"Thank you," she said, as she blushed.

"I didn't mean to. . . " Brad put his hands in the air, Kathy cut in,

"That was nice."

As Brad put his car washing supplies on the porch, Kathy asked him if he would like to come sit with her and talk for a while. He jumped at the chance, then they walked across the street together.

After Brad had gone home that night, and Kathy had gone inside, she was deep in thought. As she walked to her room, she never noticed Eric, Layla, or Tina either one, staring at her.

"There's gonna be trouble," Tina groaned, "I've seen that look before."

The look she was referring to, was the one Kathy had in the seventh grade, when she had her first crush and was love for the first time. His name was Randy Fowler, he was the star quarterback for the eighth grade football team. Kathy was a nice (virgin) girl and he was far from being as innocent as he let on. Being the star of the football team had it's advantages, unknown to Kathy, he had several other girlfriends. When she found out, she was crushed. 

Eric, who is four years older than Kathy, held the young Casanova, while Kathy proceeded to beat the shit out of him. The kid was persistent tho, he kept trying to get her back as his girlfriend. A few years later, Kathy's family moved back to Ohio, Randy Fowler was forgotten. The boy somehow found the phone number of where Kathy was and called, trying to woo her into running away, back to California to be with him. He was, apparently, aware of what had gotten away from him. But as much as Kathy hated it here, she wasn't going anywhere near him.

After Kathy reached her room and went to bed, she just stared at the ceiling lost in thought. She had never met anyone like Brad, she was smitten. He was the first guy that had not tried to jump her bones on a first date. Even that little turd in California had tried to get his hand inside of her pants and feel her up.

As she lay there in bed, all she could think about was Brad, she could still feel his arms around her and she smiled. For a brief moment, she thought about Todd and the way he had come onto her like he did, a few nights before.

"Thank God I did't let him have his way with me," she mused, "I would have missed out on this."

Brad was still in her thoughts as she fell asleep. The next morning, Kathy was still thinking about Brad, but Todd was invading her thoughts too.

"Should I still give him a chance, should I still go out with him?

He is so incredibly good looking," she thought.




Only in a Dream Ch. 02



The rest of the day, all she could think about, was Brad. When she heard his car pull in across the street, her heart started racing. She went to the window, watching him get out of his car and go into the house. 

That night and the next, were repeats of the first. Kathy and Brad were both falling hard for each other, most of their time together was spent sitting in Brad's car talking about their lives. Kathy explained to Brad about how her mother and father had been divorced and how she came to be in Ohio. Then she told him about her marriage to Fred and that she thought it would solve her problems, but in reality, it created a worse situation than what she had been in to begin with. The only thing she didn't regret about her marriage, was her son.

Brad told her about his father dying when he was young and all that his mother had gone through. Kathy held him, as he very emotionally spoke of his grandfather. Then he told her about the child he'd fathered with his ex girlfriend.

That night seemed to really bring them together and it was hard for them to go in for the night, but Brad had to work in the morning and Kathy would be returning to work the following evening, so they both needed some rest.

When Kathy returned to work the following evening, Todd was his usual confident self. Flirting heavily with Kathy, telling her how he couldn't wait for their next days off and their upcoming date. He didn't come right out and tell her, but he was certain that he was going to have her naked this time.

"Hey babe, what night are we going out?" he urged.

Kathy never gave him an answer, just changed the subject. After work, Todd asked if he could give her a ride home again and he was just a little put off, when she told him,

"No, I don't think so." 

Thoughts about what it might be like to be with him, still invaded her mind tho, he was, after all,

"So good looking and he certainly knows the right things to say," she thought.

Still a bit confused, Kathy thought maybe she should cool it with Brad and wait for Todd's divorce to be final, so that she could maybe give him a chance. He was slowly making headway with her, but Brad was at the forefront in her mind. She couldn't wait for her nights off, so that she could see him again. 

Brad worked eight a.m. to five p.m. and Kathy from four p.m. to twelve a.m. . So, she went to work before he got home, Brad was in bed asleep when she got home. They wouldn't see each other until she was off again.

The next night, during the first half of the shift, Todd was almost constantly at Kathy's work station and coming on strong. He told her how he thought their children would be beautiful like her, how he was already falling in love with her. 

Again, he asked if he could give her a ride home, she said,

"I don't think so." Again!! 

He'd spent so much time talking to her, that the supervisor told him to cool it, leave her alone and get back to work. Kathy's heart was pounding tho, before the boss told Todd to get away from her. He was doing a pretty good job of chipping away at the hold Brad had on her. Although Brad was still first, she was slowly starting to fall for what Todd was saying.

"Maybe I should give. . . NO, I'm not going to even think about it!" Kathy said to herself, hoping Todd would stay away.

"Buuttt. . .??!!!

Brad and Todd both made her sexually aroused, Todd with words and of course his looks, but with Brad, it was his personality. She had never in her life had feelings like this, towards anyone. Kathy had hated it when her ex husband so much as touched her, right from the very start.

She trusted that Brad would take his time with her, but felt as tho she might give in to him now, if he would make a move. 

She was scared to be alone with Todd, because she knew that he wouldn't take no for an answer again. There was a strong physical attraction, and if he touched, or kissed her, she just may let him have his way with her. But, she also knew, that it was all of the kissing and hugging with Brad, that actually made her feel aroused like this. It was his personality, the way he looked into her eyes. Kathy was falling in love, that was the main thing that was drawing her to him. She secretly wished that Brad would make the moves on her now.

Kathy went on with her tasks at work, Todd never returned to talk to her the rest of the night, which seemed kind of odd to her. She thought for sure he would come over at lunchtime, at least for a few minutes, but he didn't. He wouldn't even look, or smile at her from his work area like he normally did. The only time he did glance over her way, he just glared at her, almost angrily.

On the following night, Kathy came in to work and did her normal routine. Todd seemed to be having a pretty busy night, he never spoke to her at all, even tho, there were a few times he could have. He never even looked her way. Kathy was relieved, but a little disappointed too, she still felt a little drawn to him. 

Todd left early, he only stayed until eight o'clock and went home sick.

The week before, when Eric left work early and had made the arrangements for Todd to give Kathy a ride home, Todd had been quite busy. He'd gone around bragging to several of his co-workers,

"I'm taking her home after work tonight and I'm going to get some of that sweet ass."

Things didn't quite go like he had planned. Then this week, he'd spent two nights in a row, constantly at her work station. Todd had engaged her, had gone full throttle pouring on the charm, so much, that the supervisor had to shoo him away. He'd never had to work this hard to get into a girl's pants before. 

And now. . . Now Eric tells him,

"Kathy has been seeing some guy named Brad."

"If that ain't a fuckin slap in the face!!" Todd said, audibly. 

Todd was so angry after Eric told him, that he threw his sandwich in the trash.

"Who the fuck is this Brad, just who the fuckin' hell, does he think he is?"

Eric described what kind of car Brad drove and what it looked like, but he didn't know Brad's last name.

Todd thought that car sounded awful familiar to him tho, he'd have to think about it and investigate. This made him more determined, he'd set his sights on Kathy and by God, he was going to have her, one way or another. Girls never turned him away before, it wasn't going to happen now! Plus, he had something to prove to,

"This . . . This Brad."

Although Todd and Brad were acquainted, they'd never been friends. Brad didn't care too much for him, thought he was an arrogant prick. All through high school, Todd always had several girls strung out at a time and was always making a play for someone else's girlfriend. He'd made a game of it, and it seemed he always won. Then afterwards, after he'd had his way with the girl, she was history. He just had to prove to her boyfriend that he could take her. 

When Todd was eighteen and still a senior in high school, he was sleeping with a twenty five year old married woman whose husband was a marine and stationed overseas.

It had always surprised Brad, that somebody hadn't kicked Todd's ass over it.

When Kathy returned to work the following night, Todd had called in sick and didn't come into work the rest of the week. He spent the time off, doing his own little investigation into who Brad was.

He called a couple of friends to ask them if they remembered someone named Brad, who drove a car like Eric had described. Todd's wife was in the next room, so he had to be careful not to be heard while he was on the phone.

One of them called him back, telling him that they were pretty sure that car belonged to Brad Wilbur.

"Are you sure? I. . . I mean, I've got this clown in my head, but I can't place him. Same with that car, I know I'd remember it, if I seen it," Todd said.

Todd was desperate to find out who Brad was, so that he could access any threat there might be. He was sure that once Brad saw who he was up against, he would just go away.

A large group of the guys Brad had gone to high school with were gear heads and they all knew each other's cars pretty well. Todd had a flashy car, but probably couldn't change a flat tire if his life depended on it. Even now, after he was on his own and married, his parents took care of all of his auto needs.

He wasn't real skilled at naming cars either, Todd couldn't tell the difference between a Mustang and an Impala, other than one was a Ford and one was a Chevy. Put them side by side and he probably still couldn't tell which was which.

Another friend of Todd's, Carl, had a 68' Camaro and was pretty big into cars and motorcycles. He always had one or the other torn down doing something with it. Carl seemed to be pretty knowledgeable when it came to different types of cars, so Todd gave him a call.

Todd described the car in question to Carl, then asked him if he thought it sounded like the car belonging to Brad Wilbur.

"Yep, that would be it," Carl told him, matter of factly,

"That's a sweet ride, I'd like to get my hands on it." 

"That name sounds familiar, I just can't picture his face," Todd said.

He was beside himself trying to remember who Brad was and Carl was a little shocked that Todd couldn't remember him.

"You know him, he's the one who picked up Rick Barber and slammed him into the lockers when we were juniors, don't you remember that?" 

"Oh, yeah. . . Yeah, I know who your talking about. Say, do you ever remember him being much of a lady's man?" asked Todd. 

"All I know, is some chick from out of town somewhere that he knocked up last year, man. I don't recall any others," said Carl, "Why, what's going on now? Has he set his sights on one of your little chickies?"

"Oh, no. . . No, I was just kinda wondering, that's all," Todd asserted, "I better get going." 

"You need to leave the rest of them little girlies alone. You're a married man now, ha ha ha!! Catch ya later. . . Man."

Once Todd figured out who Brad was, he was livid,

"There's no fucking way, how in the. . .?" 

He couldn't believe it. 

"How on earth did that dumb ass ever even get near her? This can't be true," he thought, "I'm going to have to look in to this a little further." 

After Todd's failed attempt to get into Kathy's pants when he gave her a ride home, he came back to work and told everyone, that that night he had taken her inside the apartment and fucked her. That she was now his little fuck toy and he was really looking forward to doing it again the coming weekend. Of course with his reputation, most everyone believed him.

After Todd had gone home sick from work, Kathy found out what he'd been spreading around about her and she was quite upset. The other women told her what he had been saying and how he had dropped hints about getting into their pants too. These women were a little older than Kathy, they could see through Todd's BS and cut him off before he ever got near as far as he had with her.

Todd had also used their rejections in his ploy to get Kathy. Both of these women were very attractive, one especially so, Todd had told Kathy that she was so much more beautiful than them. Of course, Kathy never knew that Todd had already approached them.

They also told her that he was still living with his wife and had no intentions of leaving her, even tho he had repeatedly cheated on her.

"I did not go to bed with him! He never laid a hand on me, not even a kiss! That no good lying SOB," Kathy told the other women.

She wished Todd was still there, so that she could confront him about it.

Brad had been excited all week about the prospect of going out with Kathy again, she had been in his mind constantly the whole time. Kathy's week had been a little more stressful, but she was still looking forward to going out with Brad again.

When her first night off came, they went to see a movie. Brad had seen 'JAWS' several times a few years before, during it's first go round in theaters, and it seemed back then, no one wanted to go see it alone. When he told them he'd already seen it, they'd offered to pay his way so they wouldn't have to go alone. This would be his sixth viewing and only second time paying (for two this time). This was Kathy's first time and she clung to Brad almost all the way through the movie.

"Oh my God, that was so scary, I won't even want to get into the bathtub now," she declared.

Brad had readied himself, but when Ben Gardner's head drifted by the hole in the boat, he still jumped. Just as he had done the other five times. He wasn't sure if he jumped because of the movie, or the sudden loud 'creak' the seats in the theater made when just about everyone else jumped too.

After they left the theater, Kathy was in her usual spot, cuddled up next to Brad. He made her feel safe and she loved cuddling with him. 

They had driven around town for a while, when Brad noticed that the same car had been following them for several minutes now. He made a couple of turns and the car followed. Then he slowed down, so he could see if he knew who it was. When Brad saw that it was Todd, he thought nothing about it, he didn't know Todd and Kathy even knew one another. He did think it was odd, tho. 

"Is he coming after my girl?" he thought, as he kind of chuckled to himself. 

Kathy wondered what Brad was thinking about when he let out the small laugh like he did.

After their drive, they went home and parked. Since the second night they went out and were now in Brad's car, the parking had moved across the street to grandma's driveway. Brad watched for a while, he did notice Todd drive by once, but after the initial drive by, Brad and Kathy were too preoccupied to care.

Tonight the necking became especially heavy, they both had to restrain themselves form tearing each others clothes off. Tho they were close, their hands never ventured below their waists. Kathy wanted Brad badly, but there was really nowhere that they could go to be alone, other than in his car. Neither one of them really wanted that, they weren't in high school anymore.

After he walked her home, they stood and held each other, kissing some more. Brad walked back across the street with a raging hard on and he didn't want to be away from her at night anymore. He wanted to fall asleep with her in his arms.

After going to bed, once again Brad couldn't sleep, he wanted to hold her and make love to her sooo bad. But, he was scared that she would think that had been his only goal all along, he had to wait.

When Kathy went in, Tina was sitting on the couch watching an old western on television. She looked up at Kathy,

"Well, Has that weirdo across the street fucked you yet? Ha ha ha, I bet that was a site to see," she laughed.

Kathy never replied.

When she went to bed, her sleep didn't come easy either, she wanted Brad so bad. Wanted to hold him and sleep in his arms. She even found herself reaching for him in the middle of the night. Part of the attraction to him tho, was the fact that he'd not tried to have sex with her. He was interested in her, not just her body. 

The next morning when Kathy got out of bed, the apartment was empty again. She walked into the kitchen to find something to eat.

"I guess they don't want to include me anymore," she said, sadly.

Eric, Layla, and Tina returned about one o'clock and they never spoke to her at all. Eric and Tina were pretty upset with her. After all of the trouble they had gone through to get her and Todd together, she had gone out and found someone else. 

Late in the afternoon, they cornered her in the living room. Eric asked her,

"What are you going to do about Todd?"

Kathy was caught a little off guard, she thought they'd given up on that.

"I think I might like Brad a little better," she asserted.

"So your not going to go out with Todd now, am I right?" Tina screeched.

Tina threw her hands into the air in disgust and just stared at her. 

Kathy was becoming angry, she crossed her arms and stared back at her little sister. 

"I don't think so," she said. 

"You're a dumb ass!" said Tina, as she turned and walked towards the kitchen.

Kathy wasn't sure who she felt more anger towards. Her sister and the sarcastic tone she was using, or Eric and the forceful nature of his words.

"You told Todd you would go out with him, I think you need to follow up on that," said Eric, sternly. 

"He's married!" Kathy cried out. 

She turned, uncrossed her arms and headed for the kitchen.

Eric was waving his hands in the air, as he followed Kathy into the kitchen. 

"He's getting a divorce!" he argued. 

Kathy had just about had her fill of this and started to head for her bedroom. Then she stopped and looked at Eric. 

"Not according to Tammy and Peggy out at work, they said he still lives with his wife, he even tried to sleep with the both of them. And I don't appreciate him going around telling everyone that I fucked him either." 

Kathy paused for a second, 

"Because I didn't!!" 

Tina looked at her with contempt, as she sat down at the kitchen table. 

"Well, Did you?" 

"NO!" screamed Kathy.

"Bullshit, I really don't believe you didn't screw him last week, in fact, I heard just the opposite. . . Heard you really got into it too, ha ha," Tina quipped. 

"You're going to stand here and tell me, that as hot as he is, you didn't fuck him? Bullshit, you're lying. And now you're not going to go out with him th. . . Again? Oh, I forgot, yo . . . You like that dork across the street now. You're outta your fucking mind, Todd is sooo fucking hot!" Tina lectured.

Kathy just stood there, not knowing what else to do, she didn't understand why her brother and sister would gang up on her like this. 

Eric pointed his finger at Kathy and with authority in his voice,

"Todd is coming over here in a little while to see you, he expects you to go out with him tonight. You told him you would and I told him I would make sure you went." 

Eric looked at his watch. 

"He'll be here in a little while, so I think you need to go get ready."

Kathy was now really starting to get angry, and glared at Eric and Tina.

"I like Brad and I plan on seeing him again tonight, you can't stop me!!!" 

Eric walked over to the sink, taking a glass from the cabinet, he got himself a drink.

"You go tell the little boy across the street that you're sorry, but you have a date with a MAN tonight, it was fun, but he's just too young for you. It's for your own good," Eric retorted. 

"He's Not too young, he's twenty!!" Kathy responded. 

"And you're twenty three!!" Eric and Tina both said in unison.

Kathy glared at them as she crossed her arms, she'd finally heard enough.

"Yeah, I'm twenty three and Brad's twenty, so the hell what!. You say, that at twenty, he's just a little boy. At least he's sincere, more than I can say for that asshole Todd. He's trying to cheat on his wife for Christ's sake!! And HE is only twenty one, So what in the hell makes him such a man?" Kathy protested. 

And she wasn't finished yet,

"Is it the fact, that he thinks he can charm the pants off of any woman he wants? The night he gave me a ride home, he only talked to me for about twenty minutes and he couldn't even look me straight in the eye. Then, he told me all about how he hadn't slept with his wife in over a year. . . And he thought . . . Thought he was going to fuck me??? Is he so arrogant that he thinks women can't resist him?" 

Kathy had really let them have it, then she continued, 

"That's not much of a man if you ask me! I feel sorry for his wife."

Eric shifted around uncomfortably, as he sat his now empty glass down and started to say something, but Kathy cut him off,

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I'm going with Brad, SO BUTT OUT! The both of you!! I'm going outside to wait on him."




Only in a Dream Ch. 02



They thought she was done, but as she turned towards the living room, Kathy followed up with,

"If that prick Todd comes over here, YOU entertain him, because I won't be here."

With that, she headed for the front door.

They were both shocked at the outburst from their normally easy going, sweet and naive sister. They just stood looking at each other in disbelief.

Brad was home from work, showered and anticipating his date with Kathy He had just come out of the front door of grandma's to head across the street to see her. 

To be fair to Brad, the first night they went out, Kathy had told him there was a guy she worked with, that she kind of liked. They were supposed to have a date the following week, but she hadn't made her mind up yet, if she was actually going to go out with him or not. Other than telling him the guy was going through a divorce, she never said anything else about him, or who he was.

Brad had worried a little that first night, that Kathy would start dating this guy from work and he would end up in the friend zone, she did say that she liked the guy. But, after this past week and the night before, Brad had assumed that he and Kathy were an item and he never thought about the guy from work again. 

Just as Brad was crossing the street, Todd pulled up in front of the apartment. At first, Brad didn't really think anything about it, he just assumed that Todd was probably there to see Tina. She had lived across the street from Brad long enough for him to notice that she had a different guy staying with her every couple of nights.

"Oh boy, she better keep an eye on that one," he smiled. 

As Todd was stepping out of his car, Brad remembered the way he'd been following him and Kathy around the night before. He glanced over at Todd as he walked past his car and noticed that he was dressed to kill, he had on a silky button down print shirt, buttoned down to mid chest, with Haggar slim-cut flared slacks.

When he stepped out of his car and did his little strut, he looked as tho was trying his best to give John Travolta a run for his money. Brad owned a few silk shirts that he hadn't worn since he was in high school, he was more of a Levi jeans / pocket T shirt type of guy (keep in mind, this was 1978).

"Hey," said Brad, trying to be friendly.

When it came to members of the opposite sex, Todd never thought someone like Brad could possibly ever come between him and one of his conquests. It was a non-issue. He was there to claim Kathy for himself and was going to make a point of his intentions to Brad and tell him to run along. As he looked over at Brad, he just smirked.

"How's it going man? I'm here to pick up Kathy, we're going out again tonight. We've been seeing each other for a while now, man," Todd bragged, "What are you up to?" 

After what Todd said sunk in, Brad felt the walls come crashing in around him. He could almost feel tears welling up and he felt a little embarrassed. Foolish to actually believe, that a girl as pretty as Kathy would want him.

"I can't believe it, it's happening again. She's already been seeing this jerk, she's getting ready to cut me loose for him, I. . . I should have known better, I knew it was too good to be true," Brad thought to himself. 

"I'm NOT going to share, if she wants to go with him, he can have her. Who am I kidding, look at him, why would she ever want someone like me. . .? They just fit together. . . Damn it!!" 

Brad stopped where he stood and stared at Todd.

"So that's the guy from work she told me about," he thought.

"Wait a minute, he's married, I seen him and his wife all lovey dovey at K Mart last week. He's not getting a divorce, he's not looking for anything more than a piece of ass on the side!!" 

Then, an awful feeling came over him, as he came to realize the obvious.

"He said they've been seeing each other for a while?!! That means they've been. . . Then, he's already been. . . Fucking her. If they've been seeing each other for a while. . . He wouldn't be coming back, if he hadn't already fucked her, he's come back for more."

Brad was trying to deduce in his head just what had been happening between Kathy and Todd.

"She said last week that she hadn't been out with him yet, an. . . Th. . . Then she had to work. When did she have time to. . .? After she got off at midnight!! He's been taking her out somewhere after they got off from work and fucking her. . .! Probably in his fuckin' car!!

Brad felt the hollowness in his chest and jealousy like he had never felt before, ever. This was worse than when his pregnant girlfriend of seven months broke up with him the year before, much worse. He had never felt this strongly about anyone before and he and Kathy had only been seeing each other for a week.

Todd just stood there smiling at him. Brad's mind was racing so fast, he thought it might explode.

"I thought we had something special, what about. . . Look at him. I can't compete with a guy like. . . Wait, why did she go with me again last night, if she's been fucking him all week? God, she really acted like she wanted me to fuck her last n i g h t. . . "

Brad was grasping for answers,

"That's why she was all over me and things got so heated!! She fucked him, what, every night after she got off work?? Last night she was going to cut me loose, then we just got carried away. Maybe she was going to give me a mercy fuck." he thought.

"She may have considered us last week, but that fuckhead made his move and now. . . Was she even going to tell me?" he thought, "Or is she. . . Jus. . . Just going to avoid me now?"

Then something else occurred to him,

"Was that all she wanted, was to be fucked?! 

I didn't move fast enough to get into her pants. . .? Was that it? Wait!! Now she's been fucking a married man. Even if she would go out with me again, I don't want some cunt that would do that anyway."

As Brad turned to go back home, Todd almost started laughing.

"That was easy enough, I'll have my cock in her by tonight. What the fuck did she see in that loser anyway? Ha ha," he thought. "Well, I guess he does have a nice looking car, ha ha ha."

After Todd had walked past Brad to go get his date, Brad wished that he would have stuck his foot out and tripped him.

Kathy was just coming out of the front door of the apartment, when she noticed Todd walking towards the front porch.

"Ohhh, shhiiit!" she grumbled, clearly annoyed. 

Brad's attention was revived when heard Todd start to make his pitch to Kathy, as she exited the residence.

"Heyyyyy, hellooo gorgeous, when we gonna get this relationship on track. . . And rollin' on down the line, baby?"

Something about the way Todd said that, something in his tone, his arrogance, something. . . Something hit a nerve in Brad. He thought about how Todd had followed him and Kathy around the night before, the way he showed up here tonight strutting around like he was the cynosure of all eyes or something. You could almost hear Carly Simon singing in the background;

"Your so vain. . . You probably think this song is about you. . ."

Brad was pissed, he was not going to let Todd, do to him, what he'd seen him do to other guys all through high school!!

Before he walked away, he was going to turn the tables and confront Todd , he was going to ask him just who the fuck he thought he was to come over here and see Kathy, when he had a wife at home. And why the fuck was he following him and Kathy around the night before.

Then, he was going to let her know how selfish she'd been. He was going to ask her just why in the hell she liked playing these games with him.

"What about last week? What about last night? Why were you all over me last night, when you've been fucking this prick all week," Why did you lead me on?" 

All of those thoughts were running through Brad's head. He'd also made up his mind that there was probably going to be a fight, because Todd would have to defend his woman. Brad didn't care.

"If that prick so much as says one more word to me, I'm going to stomp his fucking ass in the ground!" Brad thought, "It's about time somebody did!!"

By the time Brad turned back around, Kathy had spotted him. As she came down the steps, Todd was smiling from ear to ear. Then, he held his arms out.

"Hey, Bab. . ." he started to say, but Kathy walked right past him and headed straight for Brad.

She had a determined look in her eyes that he couldn't read, he wasn't sure what she was going to do. As he started to speak, Kathy put her arms around him, pulling him in. She locked her lips to his, wrapping him up in a passionate kiss that rivaled Hollywood.

Eric and Tina emerged from the apartment, just in time to catch all of the action. Todd just stood there with a dumb look on his face and his mouth agape for a moment. 

As Kathy pulled her lips back from Brad, Todd was starting to say something, but Kathy didn't give him a chance, she turned and lit into him.

"You're an asshole Todd, you lied to me about getting a divorce! After you tried to get into my pants, you left here and went home to your wife, you have no intentions of leaving her! You've tried to sleep with all of the women at work, an. . . And you told everyone you know that I fucked you! NO I DIDN'T!!! I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last man on earth!" Kathy screamed.

Todd stepped back a few feet towards the front of his car, he was shocked, never had a girl talked to him like this. At least not until after he'd already fucked them.

Kathy turned back to Brad, looking deeply into his eyes and put her arms around his waist.

"I'm really sorry about that, I've got to admit something. . . Before I met you, I was seriously thinking about starting something up with him, but. . . I. . . I think I'm in. . . I'm falling in love with you, I hope you feel the same way," she said.

All of this caught Brad completely by surprise, he was floored, and grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"And I've been falling for you, ever since the first night we went out," he said.

His head was still racing, but it had changed to a good thing and he hoped he wasn't dreaming.

For the first time in his life, Todd didn't know what to say, or how to deal with the situation. He couldn't believe this was happening to him.

"How in the fuck could that dork get her away from me, this is fucked up!" Todd thought.

He even anticipated just grabbing Kathy by the arm, throwing her into his car and driving off with her, he could surely convince her to be with him, not that loser. 

"Awwwww, isn't that special, make me puke, you don't know what you missed out on honey. You're just a fucking teasing little cunt. Good luck with your new ma-yan. Ha ha. . . This is fucking pathetic," Todd blurted out.

Brad and Eric both honed in on that last statement. Not too pleased, Brad turned and looked at Todd with a steely glare.

"Alright, time to hit the road ass wipe!" he said, sharply.

When Todd didn't move, Brad started walking towards him. He finally got the message, jumped into his car and started to leave. Brad reached the open window of Todd's car just as he was pulling away from the curb. He managed to get one real good shot at Todd's jaw with his fist as he drove away.

"I've known that prick for years and you don't know how long I've wanted to do that," Brad said, with a spirited grin. 

Kathy was laughing at what had just happened to Todd. 

"That little punk, he got just what he deserved," she declared. 

She walked over to Brad, putting her arms around him again. 

Eric felt like he might have misjudged Brad, he liked the way he had just handled the situation, and his sister sure did seem to like him a lot. He came came over and apologized to Kathy and shook Brad's hand. Eric was done with Todd, he wasn't going to be friends with him after what he had witnessed today. Brad and Eric have been friends ever since.

Tina felt differently tho, she was still upset with Kathy, and told her,

"God, you're so fucking stupid."

The following week, when Kathy returned to work, Todd was not there, he had quit. 

Brad's accident happened three months later. The front wheel came loose from his car and he was involved in a head on collusion while on his way to get Kathy from work.

Brad just had his car on the lift at work and changed the oil a few days before. He had also gone around the car and checked that everything was in proper working order and that the lug nuts on his Cragar wheels were all tight.

The hub that the wheel had come off of, was missing only two studs, proving that there were only two lug nuts on the wheel when the accident occurred. Brad knew that three lug nuts would not have come loose on there own within of couple days. That meant someone had tampered with his car, and it had almost killed him.

He had two suspects in mind who might have done this to him. The first was Kathy's ex husband. Her ex was pretty much non confrontational and kind of a wimp. He would most likely not do anything like this. Brad didn't have anything to do with their divorce, it had happened before he and Kathy even knew each other.

The second (and most likely) was Todd, he on the other hand, had a score to settle. Brad realized there was no proof that anyone in particular, or even anybody at all had done it. But,it was obvious to him what had happened because of the lug nuts. 

"But how am I going to prove who did it?" he thought. 

Brad also thought that whoever did do it, probably had no real intentions other than to damage his car, not to hurt him in the manner that it had.

After Brad was released from the hospital, he and Kathy, along with her small son, found a quaint little house to start their lives together in a small town about a ten minute drive to the east. This was only a rental, they just needed a place to stay while Brad recovered from his injuries. Brad and Kathy were married a short time after they moved in.

Shortly after Brad's accident, Kathy sold the mobile home that she'd lived in with her ex and moved with Brad into his parent's home to help take care of him. She felt as tho she was starting her life over, and wanted new beginnings with Brad, so a new place with no ties to her past was in order.

Tina called her goody two shoes, she tried repeatedly to set Kathy up with, and get her to see other men. When Kathy told her she wasn't interested, Tina still didn't get it.

"All of these hot guys want to hook up with you and you're not enticed at all? Not in the least little bit? Come on! What's wrong with you!" she asked.

Then, Tina had to ask,

"What do you see in him? How in the hell can you stand to fuck the same guy all of the time?" 

Apparently Tina was jealous of big sister, wanted to bring her down to her level.

The time also came, when Tina made a play for Brad. She just couldn't understand what could possibly be the attraction Kathy had for this dorky guy.

"Is he hung like a horse? What is it?" 

She just had to see what the big deal was and to prove to Kathy that she could have any man she wanted, including Kathy's husband. Tina had also moved to this small town with one of the guys she messed around with. As always, with her past history, Tina didn't keep the guy around very long.

She was living there alone, when, one night about ten o'clock, Tina made a phone call to Kathy. She explained to her, that she heard noises coming from the basement and was scared that someone had broken in, possibly the guy she had just thrown out. She asked Kathy if she would send Brad over with a flashlight to check it out. Kathy promised her she would and asked him to go over and find out what the problem was.

When Brad arrived at his sister's house, he grabbed his crutches and flashlight, then headed around to the side of the house where the entrance to the basement was located. He aimed the flashlight beam at the door and noticed that it was padlocked. Brad carefully bent down and pulled on the lock, to make sure it was latched. It was rusted almost solid and hadn't been opened for a very long time.

He made a trip around the house to make sure that no one was creeping around, then headed for the front door and knocked. When Tina answered the door, all she had on was a see through teddy. 

She raised her arm and leaned against the door frame seductively. Brad got a firsthand glimpse of all of her assets, from her brown nipples that were pointing out, right down to her neatly trimmed bush. She might as well been standing there naked. Brad just looked at her like she was crazy. 

"If there's anybody in your basement, they must have been down there when you moved in. Because they sure as hell didn't get in from the outside, the lock is rusted shut," he told her.

"Would you like to come in for a little while?" Tina said, seductively, with an enticing smile.

Brad just shook his head and made a face like a foul smell had suddenly appeared.

"Nah, I don't think so, I've got this real sexy wife and she's at home all by herself, waiting in bed for me. . . Gotta go, see you later." 

Then, he turned and left. The look on Tina's face was priceless. She was absolutely dumbstruck.

"What the hell is wrong with him? He just rejected me. . . And I'm standing here like this!! Is he gay!!?" she thought to herself.

She suddenly felt naked, embarrassed. She then realized what Kathy saw in Brad. He was a one woman man and he really, truly loved her. Right then, at that moment, she felt envious of her sister.

Tina wasn't the only fly in the ointment, so to speak. It seemed just about everyone was trying to interfere in some way or another. 

When Brad and Kathy first started dating, several of his friends had tried to put moves on her. Of course, they assumed that if she was with him, she must be pretty easy. . . or desperate. She had rebuffed them rather sternly. She had never told Brad, as she didn't what to come between him and his friends.

Brad had half suspected it tho, he knew his friends pretty well. He noticed their change in behavior around Kathy, they seemed embarrassed, they avoided Brad when he was with her. . . She did tell him about them. . . Years later, when he didn't really hang around with them much anymore.

And though he never said or did anything to come between Brad and Kathy, Jack Arthur had wanted her too. A few days before they met, Jack spotted Kathy walking into the apartment and was immediately interested in finding out more about this beautiful girl. He asked Brad if he had seen the new, dark haired girl across the street, he'd like to get to know her.

"No, I haven't seen her yet and don't have any idea who she is, or if she even lives over there," Brad told him.

Jack had decided he was going to go over and introduce himself at the first opportunity. Then, the next evening, Brad spotted Kathy for the first time. . . And she had approached him.

Brad and Jack hung out together most evenings after they got off work. Brad was washing his car while he waited on Jack to arrive and Kathy had come over to talk to him, then they walked over to her apartment steps to continue their conversation.

When Jack pulled up to grandma's to pick Brad up, he was sitting on the steps of the apartment with Kathy, the girl Jack wanted to try and get together with. Brad told her he'd be right back, he needed to talk to his friend for a minute and walked over to Jack's car.

Jack kind of glared at him, Brad could tell he was a little irritated with him. 

"Whatcha doing?" Jack anxiously mumbled. 

Brad was a little hesitant and almost felt guilty for being caught sitting there with the girl he knew Jack liked, but, 

"Hey," he thought, "She came over to me, I didn't go after her." 

Brad finally spoke to his friend, 

"I'm working on taking her out," he said. 




Only in a Dream Ch. 03



Please read Only in a Dream Chapters 1 and 2, before reading this chapter.

Once again, for those of you that actually read the whole long version, this will look familiar. I broke it down into chapters and the conclusion to the long version will be chapters seven and eight. 

As I said before, in the first couple of chapters, I try to paint a picture of who Brad is and how he met Kathy. I just wanted readers to get to know Brad on a personal level. In chapter 4, we get to the main theme. 

This is Ch. 3 of the dividing up of the original 'Only in a Dream '. 

Brad's thoughts and memories continue after hearing about his nephew's girlfriend's cheating. Still sitting out on his deck under the metal roof, the rain is now coming down hard. People cheating seems to surround his thoughts, as he thinks about some of his former neighbors and the loss of a dear friend.

He thinks about his father briefly, and about how life has fared for some of these people that he has been reminiscing about. He remembers the first time he and Kathy made love and the experiences that he and Kathy had with other people before they came together.

If you've stuck with the story (or read the original epic), thank you. I will turn on the comments after the final chapter.

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As the rain continued to come down, Brad looked down hill and a little ways to the left and looked at the house that sat there. It was now abandoned and in need of extensive repairs. The most recent family to live there, had refinanced it several times during the mortgage loan crisis of 2007/2008. When their interest rate went up, they could no longer afford the payments and just walked away from the house. 

Before moving, they somehow managed to acquire twenty five cats, then after the move, they left the felines inside of the house with no food or water, and no litter box. Apparently they had done this, to 'get back' at the bank for raising their interest rate. When the Realtor opened the door a month later. . . Well the mess was horrible. 

The bank that now held the mortgage was located several hundred miles away and the home fell into a state of disrepair. The house was located right next to the woods and a window was somehow broken out, then wild animals managed to get in, the house was now a real mess. 

As Brad thought about the people that had lived in the house, he couldn't help but recall the incidents that had happened that fit the theme of what he was trying to stop thinking about since he'd been out here on the deck.

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He remembered the man (husband and father) that had lived there. Brad had talked with him a couple of times, he brought to mind good ol' Todd. He was twenty nine years old, about six feet tall, nice looking, and very cocksure. He really had an attitude and also reminded Brad of a teenage boy strutting his stuff around.

A young newly married couple had moved into the house next door to him and his wife. They were both nineteen and to anyone who didn't know better, the husband didn't look a day older than about fourteen. He was small in stature and had little or no facial hair whatsoever. The wife, on the other hand, was an absolute babe. About five foot seven, one hundred and ten pounds and 36 C breasts, she probably looked older at the age of fourteen, than her husband did now. 

The young couple had just moved into town. Their entire lives had been spent living in a rural setting at least twenty miles from anything other than towns with populations of no more than a couple hundred people. So, they were both very naive. Even tho this small town was only about twenty thousand people, it was the big city to them.

The husband worked at a local factory on the seven p.m. to seven a.m. shift. The young wife made a habit of taking their large dog out for walks around the neighborhood during the evening after he left for work.

Mr. attitude next door took notice and started walking his dog at the same time. It just so happened that his wife was a nurse at a hospital thirty miles away, and also worked the same hours as the young girl's husband.

Before long, they were walking together, and the young wife, having never been around a confident, cocksure man like him before, fell for it hook, line, and sinker. The two fell into a sexual affair rather quickly. They would be out walking their dogs and the young girl would be practically hanging all over him as they walked, so it had become quite obvious what was taking place. Then he started spending the night with her.

Several times, as he was leaving for work at midnight, Brad had seen the man sneaking across the yard to the young couple's home. Kathy would let their dogs out early in the morning and had watched the man sneak out of the girl's back door and run home, before their spouses came in from work. 

Kathy told Brad about the one morning that they must have overslept, because young girl's husband was going in the front door, just as the neighbor was sneaking out of the back. They only missed each other by about ten seconds. 

It appeared that the man would wait until his children were asleep, then sneak next door, leaving his kids alone all night. Then, would sneak back home in the morning, getting the children up and off to school. Then he would leave for work. 

The young husband finally figured it out and they moved. Brad and Kathy never knew if Mr attitude's wife ever figured it out or not. 

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"That shit is going on all over," thought Brad.

Brad remembered when both of those houses were built. The abandoned one was built not long after they had moved here. The man who built the home and his wife lived there for a while after it was completed. But, his wife liked the location of another house he was building better, and when it was complete, they had moved into it. 

The home where the young couple had lived was built about eight years ago, a nice, but kind of quirky guy lived there now with his eighteen year old son. He was a widower, his wife had died of cancer a few years before.

Brad remembered his friend, Greg Rogers, who had lived in the older house before the people that abandoned it. Then he remembered how Greg's family had all assumed that Kathy and he were having an affair. 

People just couldn't seem to believe that a woman as beautiful as Kathy could be married to Brad and not be playing around with other men on the side.

It seemed like, no matter which way Brad tried to turn, or what he looked at, it involved cheating, or rumors of cheating. 

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Just as he had with Matt, Brad had also gone to high school with Greg. He was a functioning alcoholic. Except for constantly repeating himself, it was actually hard to tell that he was intoxicated. But hell, he had also been a drunk in high school.

His family owned a thriving business in town and were wealthy, they took care of his expenses with his trust fund that had been in the bank since he was born. Greg (actually his father) had purchased the house from the builder after he and his wife moved. 

A couple of years after he moved in, Greg married Jenifer, she was twelve years younger than him. Just about everybody that knew her, also knew what she was after when she married him. In layman's terms, she was a gold digging cunt. She tried for a couple of years to get pregnant, when she finally did, Jenifer bragged that the family fortune would soon be be hers. 

After the birth of their daughter, Jenifer ran off with one of the guys she was fucking around with, Greg now was her baby sitter while she bar hopped and seemed to have a new man every other week. 

Greg's first wife had left him for his best friend, then she moved on and married someone else. So this was strike two for Greg. 

Brad was helping Greg cut some brush down on his property, when Greg's mother stopped by to visit. She noticed that Greg wasn't real good at keeping his house clean. She asked Brad if his wife would be interested in being paid fifty dollars to clean Greg's house once a week. Kathy said she would do it, fifty dollars for about an hour or two's work was not bad. 

Kathy started going over once a week and her and Greg would talk while she cleaned. Brad would sometimes go over and visit with Greg and drink a few beers with him while Kathy cleaned. Greg was drawn to her the same as Matt had been, and started calling to talk to her almost every evening. As with most alcoholics, he would repeat himself over and over, he mostly complained about his ex wives, but he would tell Kathy how he respected Brad, but if there was anything that ever happened to come between Brad and her, he wanted a chance with her. Kathy felt sorry for him, but thought that he had kind of brought this on himself by drinking so much. 

Brad was never worried too much, because he knew Greg was a drunk. Unlike Matt, who was obviously pursuing Kathy, Greg was harmless. It wasn't in his nature to try and get with a married woman, but it was easy to see that he'd fallen in love with Kathy.

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Brad's mood became a little morose now, he almost wished he hadn't thought about Greg. He had died from liver cancer, six years earlier and he hadn't told anyone he was sick, not even his second wife, so it was a shock. 

That also meant that Jenifer had to start raising her own child too. It put a serious damper on her partying.

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Kathy had been cleaning Greg's house for five years when, one day she went over to clean and there was no answer at the door. His car was there, so, she went back home and called his mother. She told her that she was supposed to be there at one o'clock to clean, but he wasn't answering. 

Greg's mom told her that she would be there in about ten minutes. The tone of her voice worried Kathy, something in it just didn't sound right. She waited until she saw his mom's car pull up and her and Brad walked back over to Greg's. 

As Kathy greeted Greg's mother, she told Kathy to wait outside, as she unlocked the door and went inside. Kathy was a little confused by his mom's demeanor, the cold look she had on her face and the way she had told her to wait outside. She knew something was very wrong. 

A moment later, Greg's mom emerged with her cell phone in her hand and hugged Kathy. She handed Kathy a gold bracelet.

"He loved you and he wanted you to have this." 

"Wwwhat?" said Kathy. 

"He's gone now, his suffering is over," his mother said quietly. 

Kathy then came to the realization that Greg had died. 

And she remembered when she had listened to his usual rant about his exes the night before, he had begged her to come and see him, he needed to talk to her, it was important. Kathy hadn't gone, she was busy working on someone's suit that they needed rather quickly, and she didn't go. She felt so guilty about not going over to see Greg. 

"He knew he was going to die. . . And he needed to tell me something," she thought. 

His mother told Kathy that Greg had been diagnosed with liver cancer about six years before, and was really surprised that he'd lived as long as he had. No on else knew, only Greg, his mother, and father. 

Kathy's emotions were all over the place, as were Brad's. He was a dear friend, they would miss him. 

At his funeral, there were whispers about Greg and Kathy, so it was obvious to Brad and Kathy both, that he'd told his mother that he was in love with her. She had already told Kathy as much. He'd never told his mom outright that they were having an affair, but after telling her that he was in love with Kathy, they all just assumed. 

The family also gave a bunch of his other personal items to her. Brad and Kathy both had a hunch that they knew what Greg was going to tell her. He'd dropped hints about how he felt about her, but since he knew his time was up, he had to tell her that he loved her face to face.

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Brad wondered if Kathy was about done with supper, as he was getting pretty hungry.

!!!!!KA BOOM!!!!!. . . Another clap of thunder roared after lightning struck close by again. 

"HOLY SHIT!!" Brad said, "That scared the living shit out of me!"

It took a few minutes for Brad's heartbeat to slow down after that. He thought about Greg and how he missed seeing him out walking around the neighborhood.

He sat and reflected over how things had turned out now, all these years later for some of these people he'd been thinking about. 

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On a happy note, Brad and Jack were still best friends. 

A while after they met, when they were both just sixteen, Brad's aunt and uncle had come from out of state to visit his grandma and grandpa for a few days. Their daughter Keisha (Brad's cousin), who was two years younger than Brad and Jack, had come with them. She was very pretty, and Jack was infatuated immediately. 

Jack was very disappointed when they had to leave for home. Over the next couple of years, they came back to visit a few more times and Jack always seemed to be close at hand. 

After Brad took up with Kathy, he and Jack were still good friends, but they didn't spend as much time together, because Brad was spending all of his time with Kathy. Then Brad was in the accident and was in and out of the hospital for all those months. Jack had also been best man at Brad and Kathy's wedding.

Jack dated a couple of girls, but none were serious. He still had a crush on Keisha. After she graduated high school, Keisha enrolled at the local college and came to live with grandma. Brad played matchmaker, telling Jack about Keisha coming to stay at grandma's. Brad still felt a little guilty, tho he would never change anything, that he had ended up with the girl Jack had wanted first.

Long story short, Jack and Keisha got together, were married within a year and have four children together. They're still married.

Kathy's sister, Tina was now on her third marriage. She had / has cheated on every one of her husbands, and has lost count of how many guys she has actually been with. Tina had always been very competitive with Kathy, almost like she had to prove that she was better. She slept with every one of Kathy's ex boyfriends, including her ex husband. She also slept with. . . Wait for it. . . Todd. 

How does that old Z Z Top song go? 

"I know a girl that lives on the hill, she won't do it, but her sister will." 

Now in her late forties, Tina had spent some time in prison for embezzlement and the years have taken a toll on her looks, however, she still believed she is a goddess and could attract any man she wanted. Supposedly separated from her husband (he still lived with her) and back on the public dole, and only eighteen months out of the slammer, she lives with all of the amenities that anyone could ask for. And is screwing the Government over once again.

And Todd. . . Almost have to feel sorry for him. Poor sap. . . Now on his fifth marriage. With each marriage, the girls kept getting younger and he had already started fucking each of the new ones, before he divorced the previous one. His current wife is younger than his oldest son, the baby that his first wife supposedly 'trapped him' with. He has children with all, but the second wife, she was able to see through his BS pretty quickly and bailed before she became pregnant. He also has a child with an ex girlfriend (who was married to someone else at the time) from high school. Then, there are two more with two other young women in a town twenty five miles to the south. All together, there are eleven children with seven different women. 

Todd did get a taste of his own medicine tho. His fourth wife, who he stayed with the longest, had a little affair of her own with a man from her workplace and Todd was none too pleased. 

It all appears to be an odd situation tho. It seems that his current wife and all of his ex wives, including the three women he had children with out of wedlock, are all good friends. They all get together frequently. Almost like a club. . . The women of Todd. Needless to say, Christmas is probably a real circus at his house. 

Brad wondered how Todd supported his current wife, having to pay all of that child support. 

Also, Todd never divorced any of his wives. . . They all divorced him after they found out about his dalliances.

******** 

By now, Brad had all but given up on planning his model railroad. He closed the book and sat it down on the small plant stand that sat beside him. 

Again a more somber tone took over his thoughts, as he sat and pondered what he was going to do now. 

******** 

Brad had never liked the idea of people cheating on each other. He had felt this way ever since he had been very young. He wasn't really sure why it affected him like it did. Because of his upbringing, Brad had always considered sex as an expression of love between two people, not a sport. How could someone possibly claim to love one person, then go out and have sex with someone else. It was for this reason, that Brad had held back when he first met Kathy. 

An entire month passed before Brad and Kathy had sex for the first time. He wasn't going to repeat mistakes he'd made in the past. Brad was absolutely sure that he was in love with Kathy by then. 

He would see a cheating situation on TV or in a movie and it would sometimes bother him for days afterward. Maybe it was what he saw his mother go through and the way she suffered over the loss of his father. The loss of a spouse because of a death was horrible enough, he knew this firsthand. But, knowing the person that had promised to love you was showing that love to someone else. . . It was something he just couldn't fathom. Brad feared being cheated on more than death itself. 

He remembered what his aunt, his dad's older sister told him. She said, that just a few days before his death, his father had sat and cried, because he was so worried about how his wife and young son would get along without him. He needed to be there to take care of them, 

"Would they be alright?" 

Brad knew that his father would have never left willingly, if he could have prevented his own death, he would have done so, not for himself, but for his wife and young child. 

Brad had also witnessed the love his grandparents shared. After grandpa's death, grandma lived for twenty five more years, to the age of ninety eight, but she was never interested in, or even so much as looked any other man. That's the kind of love Brad wanted and felt he had found it with Kathy. 

As Brad sat there, his eyes became a little misty, his youngest son was now twenty five and he looked just like his namesake. . . Brad's father. Comparing photos, he even stood and held himself just like he did. 

Eric Clapton's song, "In My Father's Eyes " came to mind as he thought about how much he loved his family and how much he loved Kathy. 

Brad's mind wandered to the different experiences that he and Kathy had gone through before they found each other all those years ago. 

********

Before Kathy, Brad had been with two other girls. He had a seven month relationship with Natalie Walden, a girl he met the summer he was eighteen. They met after talking to one another on the CB radio one night. She was the first girl that seemed to really like him. Or so he thought. 

Brad worked as an auto mechanic during the day and Natalie worked evenings as a waitress in a small town about ten miles from where Brad lived. He would only go and see her on the weekends, when they were both off. Although there were a lot of red flags, Brad, being inexperienced and full of raging hormones, ignored them. After getting to know her, and losing his virginity to her, he thought he loved her. She claimed to have had sex with only one other guy before him, but in hindsight, Brad thought she was most likely lying. 

They had already broken up, when Natalie found that she was pregnant. Because of the way he'd been raised, taught to do the right thing. The thought of the baby being without a father was something he didn't want his child to ever have to experience, Brad offered to marry Natalie. 




Only in a Dream Ch. 03



She said, "No." 

As horny as Natalie seemed to be all of the time, Brad wondered if she had been screwing around with anyone else during the week while they were apart. 

"Is the baby even mine?" 

Right after they first broke up, Brad was hurt, but Natalie was adamant, she didn't want to be with him anymore. She was two months pregnant when the breakup occurred, by the time the baby was born, Brad had not seen her for seven months. It was another month before he found that she'd had the baby and by then, Brad was for the most part, over Natalie. He realized that he had been 'in lust,' not in love, and was in a way, glad that they had broken up. There were just too many things they didn't agree about, Brad saw that it would have never worked between them. 

After Natalie gave birth, Brad visited her and the baby a few times. One time, she asked him if he'd ever thought about getting back together. He told her he hadn't really thought about it and she never said anything again. 

He could never see any resemblance between him and the baby, but that didn't mean anything. She didn't necessarily look like Natalie either. 

Less than a year later, Brad met Kathy. Then, he was really thankful that things had never worked out with Natalie. Now he new what being in love really was. After they had been together about two months, Brad took Kathy to meet his one year old baby daughter. Natalie was not there, her mother was babysitting. That was the last time Brad saw the baby. 

While he was in the hospital from his accident, he received papers from the court indicating that Natalie's mother was seeking custody of the baby. Unless he wanted to protest it, he didn't need to appear. He was in traction at the time, and just couldn't seem to fit it into his schedule, so he never appeared. After Natalie's mother gained custody, she took the baby and moved away. 

At times, Brad wondered about where they were, what the little girl looked like, if one day she might come looking for him. 

"Has she already scoped me out?" he wondered. 

He'd seen a few girls that were about the right age that looked an awful lot like Natalie, 

"Could one of them possibly be my daughter?" Brad asked himself. 

One day, ten years after he'd last seen the baby, Brad received a phone call from Natalie's mother. She explained what had happened, why she'd gone after, and gained custody of the little girl. Seems Natalie had gone out on a date and left the baby with her one evening, in fact, if she remembered right, thought it was the evening that Brad had brought Kathy to visit. She said Natalie never returned that night, she showed up three years later, after she'd (Natalie's mother) gained custody and moved. 

"Your daughter really wants to meet you. We aren't seeking any support, or money or anything, she just wants to meet her father," she told him. 

They lived in a small town one hundred and eighty miles north, about three hours away. Brad agreed to go and see her, but Kathy wasn't so sure if it was a good idea or not.

"You don't even know if that little girl is yours or not," she said, concerned. 

"That's true, but my name is on the birth certificate and she believes I'm her father, so we are going to see her," Brad said firmly. 

It just so happened that Brad's days off were going to fall on the weekend the upcoming week, so he, Kathy, and their children made the trip up for a visit. Once he laid eyes upon the little girl, he knew she was his daughter. When she stood next to his daughter with Kathy, there was no doubt. They looked so much alike, that she could have passed for Brad and Kathy's child. 

He was then glad he had made the trip. Both of his daughters now had a sister and his older daughter now had a father, he could quit looking at little girls, and wondering if one might be. . . 

His older daughter now has three daughters of her own. 

"Unreal," he thought.

Brad's other encounter was one he would rather forget. Brad's grandpa had died about a month before Natalie gave birth and he began to drink a little, it helped numb the pain. There was a girl that he had been out with a couple of times, more as friends and drinking buddies than romantically (though they had made out a couple of times). She was very pretty, but she had been with a lot of guys and Brad didn't want to get involved with someone, that a lot of his friends could say, 

"Hey, I fucked her too." 

Her older sister had had the hots for Brad for as long as he could remember, but he was never interested. Something about her rubbed him the wrong way. If she'd had a better attitude and personality, he might have considered it, because she was by no means, ugly. 

One night at a party, he drank way too much and felt like he needed to lie down. He found a bedroom, went in and passed out. He had been there, only for a few minutes, when he thought he heard the door to the room open and the sound of someone moving around. A short time later, he felt a naked body in bed beside him. He passed out again. He had a vivid dream as he drifted in and out of his drunken stupor. He awoke in the morning to what he thought had been a horrible nightmare of having sex with his drinking buddy's older sister. 

He rolled over and there she was, lying there naked, an. . . And. . . So was he, holy sh. . . "Yikes!" She had even brought her own condoms. She put one on him and climbed on. 

Then he remembered, that during the night, someone had opened the door to the bedroom and turned the light on, and a girl's voice, 

"Ewwwe, there's somebody in there fucking." 

"Oh my God!" he thought he'd dreamed that. 

That last thought creeped Brad out, he'd see that girl (woman now) out around town, usually in Walmart, and she still gave him the willies. It had almost made him scared of the dark, it gave a whole new meaning to the phrase, 

"Things that go bump in the night." 

He also quit drinking after that episode too. 

As Kathy's past came to mind, he felt a hint of jealousy towards her ex husband, and wished circumstances would have been different, it pained him to think about what she went through. 

Brad kind of felt the course of events surrounding her first marriage, and the fact that he'd had a child with Natalie made it even between them. But, even tho she was three years older that him, the thought of her ever being with anyone else really tore at his heart. 

Kathy was born in California. Her father owned and operated a filling station and life seemed to be good. When her father got to be in his forties, he got restless, sold the filling station and purchased a semi truck, becoming an over the road truck driver. 

After that life changing event, it wasn't long before Kathy's parents were having marital troubles. A couple of years after the purchase of the truck, when she was seventeen, her parents problems led to her mother leaving everything behind and running away, back to Ohio. Kathy would be eighteen shortly, but she had no means to support herself, so she didn't really have a choice. 

Kathy was very angry at her mother for taking her away from her life and her friends without even letting her say goodbye to anyone. They had only taken what they could get into the car on short notice, then fled in the middle of the night. Her father followed them to Ohio, her mother and he reconciled, but it only lasted for a few months, then her mother divorced him. Kathy's whole world was falling apart. Torn away from her friends and stuck here in this little town, not knowing anyone, she just wanted to go back home. 

When her aunt introduced her to her husband's younger brother, Kathy was excited a little, because he was older than her and she thought he was handsome. Fred Carter was twenty one, three years older than Kathy. He was infatuated with her immediately, and wanted to go out with her. Their first date went well, she thought he seemed nice and they got along well, so they started dating. It was just casual, more like friends going out. She liked him, but didn't really feel a romantic connection with him. He would kiss her goodnight, but there was never any necking, and absolutely no sex. 

After they had been dating for about a month, he pulled her close and kissed her. She returned his kisses a little, then pushed him back, saying she wasn't ready for that yet. He then pushed her down to the ground, held her down, and raped her. It wasn't violent, he didn't give her any bruises or anything, just held her down and forced himself on her. She tried to resist, but he was too strong. 

She didn't want to lose her virginity like this, she had saved that for someone special, now this jerk had destroyed any chance of that. She felt so guilty, and from then on, she associated guilt with sex. 

She never told anyone, as she didn't want to cause trouble in the family, because of Fred's older brother being married to her aunt. And besides, would they believe her? 

Brad was the first and only person Kathy ever told about the rape, that was only last year, after Fred had died. She knew Brad would have found him and hurt him. Not that she cared, just that she didn't want Brad to get into trouble. 

She stopped dating Fred and told him to stay away from her. Her aunt was saddened, she thought they were doing so well and had a future together. Kathy had also become friends with Fred's sister, Angie, before Fred and her had ever started dating. Angie thought they were a couple and thought there would be a wedding. 

A few days after she broke it off with Fred, Kathy, now a senior, met Dan Martin when he approached her at school. He was about six foot two and very good looking. Kathy wasn't even sure if she wanted to date right now, after the ordeal with Fred, but Dan persisted and she finally started dating him. He came along at just the right time, Kathy was hurt over what Fred had done to her, then there were all of the problems she was having at home. Her mother could see the type of guy Dan was (just like Todd), and told Kathy that she didn't want her seeing him. Her life at home, only got worse, she and her mother fought more and more about everything, including Dan. 

Kathy didn't have any place else she could go either, it seemed her other relatives here, all had similar troubles. 

She started feeling rebellious, almost to the point she didn't care about anything anymore. Her mother had yanked her away from her home, her life, her friends in California and drug her here to this God forsaken little town. She had hardly any friends, almost all of her possessions were left in California, and now she'd been raped. 

Kathy knew she couldn't say anything at all about what Fred had done. If her dad or her brother either one found out, she suspected that they would kill him, and she didn't want that. 

The final blow was when her mother let the man who would eventually become Kathy's stepfather, move into the family home with them. And here she was, telling Kathy, who was now eighteen, who she could and couldn't date??!!! And yet, she let a man move into her own bedroom?! 

Kathy had managed to keep Dan at bay, her only sexual encounter was still the rape. But, extremely upset, thinking she was getting back at her mother, she had sex with Dan. He had been trying since their first date, so she just gave into him one night. They only had sex the one time, Kathy didn't like it at all. All of the girls at school raved at how wonderful sex was supposed to be but. . . She tried to get into it, and did feel a little sexual attraction towards Dan, something she never felt at all with Fred. She really just didn't feel that much of an attraction to Dan, either. He only kissed her a little, all he ever talked about was going out and getting high and how much he really wanted to have sex with her.

Kathy's guilt kept her from really getting wet, she was reluctant to let him enter her. After he did, it was no different, it hurt this time too, even tho, Dan was so much smaller than Fred. She was relieved, when it only took him a short time to finish. 

He assumed that he'd taken her virginity, because she did bleed. But, it wasn't from a broken hymen, it was from friction and lack of lubrication. Dan then removed the condom and threw it out of the window of his car. 

"Oh my God, that's so gross. What if somebody finds that!! she thought. 

The guilt she felt afterward was horrible and lasted for weeks, she cried herself to sleep for several nights. Kathy avoided Dan after that, she knew she had made a big mistake by giving into him. She didn't know if her mother somehow found out about what had happened or not, but her mom forbid her from seeing him anymore and told her she couldn't leave the house. 

"I'm eighteen, I can do what I want," Kathy told her mother. 

Her mother's reply was, 

"As long as you live under my roof, you'll do as I say, or you can find someplace else to go." 

Fred's sister and Kathy talked on the phone frequently, so Angie was aware of all the conflict in Kathy's home. She told Kathy that she could come stay with her for a while as soon as she was out of school if she wanted.

Graduation was just a few weeks away, so as soon as she was out of school, Kathy went to stay with Angie at her home, which was located about six miles out in the country. Unknown to Kathy, Angie had ulterior motives. When she had asked Kathy to come and stay, she told Fred that Kathy was there, and tried to patch things up between them. He started coming to Angie's several times a week, under the guise that he was just visiting his sister, but he was really coming to see Kathy.

At first, she was repulsed, especially when Angie started pushing them to get married, and had even started planning the wedding. 

Kathy wanted so bad to go back home, but things had gotten even worse there. Seems Kathy's brother had gotten into a fight with mom's new man, and her grandma had him (the man) arrested. Kathy's father kept trying to intervene and the police were constantly being called. It had turned into an all out war zone, so Kathy spent more and more time at Angie's. 

Kathy almost felt like she could never go home again, there was too much turmoil going on there, and wasn't sure what she could do. She confided in Angie about the situation.

"You and Fred are going to end up married anyway, why don't you two just go ahead and get married now?" she said, "Then you'll have your own place."

After her conversation with Angie, she thought about it for a while, Kathy rationalized that this might be a good way out of her situation. 

Call it mother's instinct, but Kathy's mom had reservations about Fred, and didn't particularly like the idea, but what could she say, Kathy was eighteen, and was no longer in her home, she could do what she wanted. 

Although he had raped her, Fred was handsome; it seemed like he loved her; he had a good job and lived on his own; and his sister was already planning their wedding. 

Kathy thought maybe she could learn to love him. He did take her virginity, she reasoned. She thought it may absolve some of her guilt about sex too. Kathy let Angie make all of the arrangements and there was a wedding, she reluctantly married Fred. Kathy knew she'd made a horrible mistake on her wedding night. She laid in bed and cried, while Fred had his way with her. He fucked her three times that night. His cock was huge, she wasn't turned on at all, moisture was almost non-existent inside of her vagina and he hurt her, terribly. 

She had absolutely hated it this time too, she felt so guilty and so ashamed, like this was wrong somehow. This was her wedding night, she was supposed to be happy, but she wasn't and she was stuck, she had married him.

Maybe her mother had been right. She had always taught her that sex was for making babies, nothing more. Men were the only one's that got any pleasure out of it, and anything more than straight, regular intercourse, lying on her back, was absolutely wrong, period. Even if it was with her husband, because if she had anal sex, or God forbid, performed oral (man's pride as her mother called it), or even so much as touched a man's penis with her hand, her husband would accuse her of being a whore.

"If it starts to feel good for you, it's wrong!" her mother said, "And Ladies don't act like that." 

Kathy's mother was not really that religious either, so why she believed the way she did, was anyone's guess. Then, her mother had let a man move in with her??? WTF?? 

After their wedding night, Fred rarely approached her for sex. Which was fine with Kathy. A year went by, they only had sex about five times. Each time, Fred would just come into the bedroom and do the same thing he had done when he raped her. No foreplay or anything so much as a kiss. He wouldn't even say anything, he'd just push her down, pull her pants off and enter her. 

She very quickly learned to despise him, but Kathy felt that she had made this mistake on her own, so she stuck it out, hoping that things would get better. 

They didn't. 

Then two of Fred's brothers started making passes and dropping hints that they'd like to have a little piece of her. She told Fred, but he acted like he didn't really care, so Kathy then became scared that one of them would rape her the same as Fred had. 

She loved to watch romantic movies, fantasizing about having a love like that, and wondered how she'd gotten herself into this mess. She hated that little prick in California, but she almost wished she'd gone back there after he'd called her. She didn't think he was near as bad as Fred. 

Kathy wanted so bad to have a love like in those movies, but as much as she tried, she couldn't make herself fall in love with him. After two years of marriage, nothing had changed except, Fred couldn't seem to hold a job. He was constantly doing something stupid and getting fired from wherever he worked at the time. He rarely, if ever, bathed, and Kathy quit taking birth control pills because Fred barely made enough for them to survive, it was just another expense they couldn't afford. He hardly ever touched her anyway. 

Kathy was in bed with a bad case of the flu, with a temperature of one hundred and four degrees. Fred came in drunk that evening and went about 'getting some.' She protested but, to no avail, he wouldn't stop. So she finally let him have his way, so she could just get it over with. 

Kathy became pregnant. 

Nine months later, she gave birth to a baby boy. She put the baby in between them in bed, then after a couple of weeks of getting woke up in the middle of the night, so Kathy could feed the baby and the like, Fred moved himself into another bedroom. 

Mission accomplished. 

Fred became a little more responsible and managed to get and keep a job in a coal mine. They purchased a new mobile home to replace the old one that Fred had owned before they were married. Kathy wrapped her life around the baby and the new home, they made things a little more tolerable. 

In the two years following the birth of their son, Fred only approached Kathy for sex twice, he was drunk both times and it was in the same fashion as always. She had never gone back on the pill, so luckily, she didn't get pregnant either time. They seemed to get along pretty well, so long as he didn't try to touch her. 

After five years of marriage, once again, Fred came in drunk, and unbathed. He pulled Kathy to the bedroom to have sex with her. 

"No, I don't want to!" she told him. 

When he protested, she held her ground, the ensuing argument woke the baby, now two. The baby came into the bedroom and tried to get to his mother, while Fred was trying to tear her pants off. In the struggle, the baby was knocked to the floor and started to cry. He was unhurt, but it had caused enough of a distraction that Fred backed off, he was pissed, and headed for the front door. 




Only in a Dream Ch. 03



"I want a divorce!" he turned and screamed on his way out. 

He left, and by morning, hadn't returned, so Kathy called her mother to take her into town, where she filed for a divorce. Her mother asked her why she hadn't done it sooner, she could tell that Kathy was miserable. 

"I made this mess myself and I was determined to make it work, or live with the consequences. HE asked for the divorce, not me, so that's what he's getting," said Kathy.

In the five years since she left her mother's, things had calmed down quite a bit. Her mom had married the man that moved in, and her brothers and sister had all moved out of mom's house, except for her youngest brother. He was only sixteen. Her dad had moved away and was also remarried. 

After filing for the divorce, Kathy went to stay with her mother until Fred was served, then moved back when he moved into his mother's house. 

He fought with her, he didn't want a divorce, but he finally relented, letting it go through. Things were calm for a while, but then Fred started coming around and harassing Kathy. She took her son and moved into her brother's to get away, plus it was easier to get to her new job, because she rode with Eric to work. A couple of weeks later, Kathy met Brad and they were now together as a couple. This was the happiest she had ever been in a relationship. 

In the weeks after she met Brad, Kathy was very busy. She now had her driver's license and had purchased an old car, so that she wouldn't have to depend up on her brother to get to work anymore. A month after, she decided that it was now time for her to move back home. This would be Brad and Kathy's first opportunity to actually have time alone, other than in a car. After Kathy's son was in bed asleep, they sat down to relax. Kathy's head was resting on Brad's shoulder as they sat on her couch watching a movie on television. As the movie progressed, a couple, having been to dinner and gone to see a play, ended up at the woman's apartment. She invited him in, half way through their drinks, they started kissing and it wasn't long before the couple were in bed making love. It was a very intense love scene, even if it was mostly implied. 

Keep in mind that the mildest love scene shown on prime time TV today, would have gotten an 'R' rating in the 70's. 

Brad could feel Kathy's heart beat quicken and her breathing was more labored. After the love scene, the movie went to commercial. Brad took his hand, guided Kathy's face to his and started kissing her, they moved around on the couch as their kissing intensified. 

To this day, Brad couldn't remember where it came from, but a red plastic twist tie then fell out of his shirt pocket and onto the floor. They both reached for it and they ended up on the floor, their kissing turned into a major make out session. 

Kathy thought it funny that, here she had been married, had a child and been divorced, but had never made out with a man in her life, before Brad. Sure she had done some innocent kissing with Fred, before he raped her, a little more with Dan, but this was something totally different. This last month with Brad, she'd fallen head over heels in love with him. She almost felt as tho she was a virgin with him, because he actually was the first guy she had ever done anything like this with, and was the first guy that had ever given her feelings like she wanted sex. 

And now. . . 

Kathy's nether regions were tingling, she was soaking wet. She had never, ever, been aroused like this in her life. This had been going on for a month now and they were both ready. Kathy protested as Brad pulled away from her and stood up, but the protests didn't last, he bent down, picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom. Once there, they undressed each other and continued to make out. 

This was a first for them both. Brad's first time having sex in a bed (that he could actually remember), rather than in the backseat of a car. And Kathy's first time having someone who cared enough, to take the time to make sure she was ready before shoving their cock inside of her. The first time that a man actually made love to her. Brad and Kathy both just enjoyed the feeling of lying naked in each others arms, the emotions that it brought out. 

They continued to make out for quite a while, then Kathy experienced another first. Brad suckled and played with her breasts, no one had ever done that before. Fred had never touched her breasts a single time, he was always in a hurry and usually just left her top on, hurried up and did the deed. Funny thing about the other guy, Dan had tried to feel her breasts up a couple if times, and she always pushed his hands away. But, when she finally gave in to his advances, he never even lifted her shirt up or touched her breasts at all.

When Brad sucked on her right breast, a surge of pleasure ran through Kathy's body and made her tingle even more. 

When Kathy informed Brad that no one had ever paid any attention to her breasts before, he thought, 

"Guys that don't like tits, what the fuck is wrong with them?" 

And for the first time in her life, she had the craving for a man to shove his cock inside of her. 

NOW! 

When Brad gently penetrated her, she was so wet, there was almost no resistance, but once he was inside of her, he could feel her vagina tighten around his cock. He knew then, that there was no way that Natalie could have been with only one guy before him. She had been so sloppy, he could have stuck a baseball bat inside of her.

They continued kissing as this screw went on, and by the time Brad was ready to come, Kathy had wrapped her legs around him and had her hands on his buttocks pulling him in as he thrust. Brad's cock was not near as big as Fred's, but it felt so much better. Brad was able to last several minutes before he shot a huge load, deep inside of her. Afterwards, they lay in each others arm's for the longest time. Kathy was in heaven, now she finally knew what they meant when they said that sex was wonderful, it was. . . With Brad. 

After that first time, they couldn't keep their hands off of each other, then after about a week, Brad moved in with her. Within that first week, Fred had found out about Brad and was not at all happy, he called Kathy and she answered the phone in the kitchen. 

"I hear you dumped me and now you're with some twenty year old kid!" 

Kathy just stood there while he screamed at her loud enough, that Brad could hear him all the way in the living room.

"He's a hell of a lot more of a man than you'll ever be!!" Kathy shouted back. 

"We'll see about that!" he retorted. 

A few minutes later, Fred showed up at the door. Brad, not knowing what to expect, 

"Hell, this guy might be six foot, eight," he thought to himself, as he answered the door. 

"Hi," Brad heard, in this sheepish little voice. 

Brad was five foot, eight, and weighed one eighty. Most of his weight was in his shoulders and arms, and Fred was five foot six and weighed only about one fifty. After getting a good look at Brad, his anger was subdued quite a bit, he spoke nicely to Kathy for a few minutes and left, he never caused any trouble after that.

Fred's brothers wanted to 'get him,' but after Brad moved an old Ben Franklin stove out of Kathy's trailer by himself, they didn't want to mess with him. The stove belonged to Fred's dad, and he wanted it back. Brad remembered how funny it had been, and just how stupid those guys were. He hadn't use his strength to move it, he used his brain, he 'walked' it over to, and then out of the front door onto the deck. 

When Fred and his brothers came to get it, they expected to have to go into the mobile home to retrieve it. Remembering how much trouble they had getting it in there, they just looked at each other, puzzled. 

"How in the hell did you get that out of there by yourself? It took three of us to get that damned thing in there?!!" 

Brad just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at them. Needless to say, there was never any trouble.

After Brad and Kathy were married, Fred never had anything more to do with his child either, so Brad adopted him. A few years later, Fred remarried, and four years into his new marriage, Fred started a three year prison sentence for lewd conduct, and rape.

While he was away in prison, many things came out about him. He was a sexual predator, he had raped several women, including family members. And as it turns out, was cheating on Kathy, with men. He was bi-sexual and seemed to prefer men over his wife. The rapes also explained why Fred had always just thrown Kathy on the bed the way he did, that's what turned him on. He had used Kathy as cover for his exploits and his lifestyle. She felt ashamed that she had never reported the rape, if she had, maybe it would have prevented him from assaulting more victims. Kathy was really embarrassed that she had actually married him too.

Brad told her that she probably should have reported the rape and not to feel embarrassed about marrying him, but,

"You were young, and you thought you were doing what was best, we all make mistakes. Look what happened to me, I was young and inexperienced just like you, when I got involved with Natalie. The what if's are always in your mind. What if you would have told on him, and he was arrested. You never would have married him. . . Remember, when you married him, I was only fifteen and you probably would have met someone else besides me. Although I don't like to think about you being with him, if you had never spent those few years with him while I became old enough to be with you. . . Then the circumstances that put you where you were the day I was washing my car. . . There's a real good chance that we would have never met and I feel like things turned out just fine. I don't know where I'd be without you in my life." 

Brad put his arms around her after he told her this, he had made her feel so much better.

After getting out of prison, Fred went back to his wife for a few years, then they divorced and he moved to Louisiana. Last word was that he had married again, but nobody could confirm that. Then, last year, word came that Fred had died of cancer. Brad had been a little sad when he died (thinking of his own father), because he was his oldest son's biological father. But, after he thought about the rapes, any sympathy he felt, went away.

******** 

"How could so much time have passed like it has?" Brad said quietly to himself. 

After all of the emotional strife he had been through in his early life, all of the physical pain he had gone through, and still did, from his accident. His biggest fear was, that his wife would cheat on him. He trusted her, but as pretty as she was, and all of the guys hitting on her all of the time, he didn't trust them. 

Brad thought about that old Dr. Hook song, 

"When you're in love with a beautiful woman. . . You watch her eyes. . . When you're in love with a beautiful woman. . . You look for lies. . . Everybody tempts her. . . Everybody tells her. . . She's the most beautiful woman they know. . . " 

Then he heard the back door open.

"Brad, supper's ready, come in and eat." 

******** 

To be continued. . .



Only in a Dream Ch. 04



After all of the emotional strife he had been through in his early life, all of the physical pain he had gone through, and still did, from his accident. His biggest fear was, that his wife would cheat on him. He trusted her, but as pretty as she was, and all of the guys hitting on her all of the time, he didn't trust them. 

Brad thought about that old Dr. Hook song, 

"When you're in love with a beautiful woman. . . You watch her eyes. . . When you're in love with a beautiful woman. . . You look for lies. . . Everybody tempts her. . . Everybody tells her. . . She's the most beautiful woman they know. . ." 



Then he heard the back door open.

"Brad, supper's ready, come in and eat." 

******** 

Please read chapters 1 to 3 to get an idea of what brings Brad to this point.  

Three quick years had flown by since that day on the deck after Brad had heard about his nephew's girl problems. Brad had pushed all of those thoughts he had that day back into the recesses of his mind and hoped to leave them there.

On a Friday afternoon, as he readies himself to take a Saturday fishing trip with his grandson, he stumbles across an old journal of Kathy's. As he thumbs through the pages, he spots a name he hasn't heard or thought about for quite some time. Now all of the fears and suspicions are back.

He secretly takes the book with him to read, while his grandson fishes. As he begins to read, old songs on the radio bring back vivid memories of some troubling times and some firsts in his life.



     July 2013. 

Three years had passed since the day that Kathy had told Brad about Sharon and Danny. It turns out that the baby was actually Danny's and they were still together, but their relationship was strained. Especially after Danny spent some time in jail for putting Sharon's ex in the hospital. Brad didn't blame him, but Danny was drunk and he did it right in front of the man's daughters. Brad didn't think that the children needed to see that. 

Brad was sitting, relaxing in the recliner and reminiscing once again. The plant had been closed for almost four years now, time seemed to be moving really fast now for Brad. Most of his grandchildren were now teenagers and his youngest son's wife was pregnant again. He thought about how his son (named after Brad's father) would soon be the same age as his father had been when he died. 

"Such a short time to live," he thought.

The last twenty nine years had flown by almost overnight, it seemed. 

"Weren't my own children teenagers just last week." 

Where had all the years gone. He had been out of the workforce for almost four years now, people called him crazy, but he missed working terribly. Brad had kept himself busy with his model railroad, it was coming along nicely. He found when you don't     have a lot of money to spend and you have to improvise, it was amazing how easy it was to scratch build different buildings, bridges and such. The cardboard from cereal boxes was used to make houses and industries, then painted with the acrylic paints that Kathy had used for her different crafts over the years. Brad had majored in Architectural Drafting in high school, so drawing buildings and bridge plans to scale came easy for him. 



When Brad's stepfather died, he left the abundance of tools he had collected to Brad. One of the things Brad now had, was a miniature Dremel table saw that he used to cut his own tiny wood strips. He built a huge mountain with a curved trestle running along the outside edge. The trestle was made from popsicle sticks cut into strips. Brad now had time to really detail things the way he'd always wanted to, so there was no need to get in any big hurry.           



Two of Brad's grandsons played football at school, another one at the YMCA and then one was in the band. He was constantly running them back and forth to practices or to games. It was the off season for football, but they still had to attend weight training to prepare for the next season. Which started in late August. If it wasn't that, one of his other kids would call needing something. He almost felt like he had more time for himself when he was still working. Of course, Brad didn't move real fast either, so     that accounted for some of the time that seemed to slip away.  



Brad had promised Dustin to take him up to Goose lake earlier in the summer, but it seemed like he was always driving someone somewhere, or there was something going on that they never had time to go. Plus, he just physically didn't feel up to it. The boat hadn't left the drive in three years, he hadn't even bothered to register it.          



School would be starting up again soon, so Brad thought he should make time for their trip. He thought about his fishing trips with his own grandpa, how he wished that grandpa would've lived long enough to meet his (Brad's) children and grandchildren. Brad pushed those thoughts away, they always made him sad.

The coming weekend, was Dustin's parent's anniversary. His older brother was being paid by mom and dad to stay home with the younger children, while they went to Louisville for a Billy Idol concert, dinner and then to a hotel. They would be gone two nights. Saturday, Kathy and her mother were going shopping at the mall in a neighboring city, out of state and an hour to the south. 

Brad thought it was about time for the fishing trip, so he told Dustin to get all of his fishing gear organized the way he wanted it, because they were making their fishing trip on Saturday. 

On Friday afternoon Kathy was away at her mother's, looking at sale papers and planning their trip to the mall. Dustin's dad was still at work, his mother had dropped him off at Brad and Kathy's house and was at the store gathering up a few things for her and her husband's anniversary trip. They were leaving as soon as her husband came home from work. Dustin was out in the garage getting his fishing gear ready, while Brad was on the internet trying to find a fishing report for Goose Lake. Brad had just found the link for the fishing report when, the little widow for the internet on the task bar popped up: Not connected. 

"Well shit!!!" said Brad, as he pushed the chair away from the desk.         

The computer was sitting on an old sewing desk, the type that the sewing machine would fold down into and could be hidden. The computer tower was located on one of the shelves on the left side, down at the bottom. Brad was positive he knew what the problem was, so he got down on his hands and knees and crawled under the desk to find that the cable had lost it's connection from the back of the computer.

"That's what I figured!" said Brad. 

He reached up and wiggled the plug, pushing it back in, just as his knees began to give out. He quickly straightened out his legs and lay down on his stomach, then rolled over so that it would be easier to slide out from under the desk. After rolling over onto his back, he just laid there and relaxed for a moment, until his knees quit hurting. While lying there, Brad's eyes focused on a gap in the desk where the hidden compartment for the sewing machine had been. He noticed a flowered print spiral notebook, that looked to be a journal or diary of some sort inside.   



He slid out from under the desk and rose to his feet, then moving the monitor and keyboard over to the side, he opened the hatch to retrieve the book. The book was one of the many journals that Kathy always kept. It was an extra large book, about an inch and a half thick, a lot bigger than her other books. Her mom or one of her siblings must have given this book to her, they knew that she was always writing things down. Brad didn't think she would buy one this big herself.

They were usually kept out in the open on a shelf in the bedroom and they were usually of the smaller variety. Brad had looked at them numerous times when she was upset or in a bad mood, to see if he could figure out why. They had been very useful in the past.       

Why was this one hidden? In order to get the book in there, it had to be held in place from the bottom as the hatch was closed or it would fall out. So it was put there purposely, it didn't just fall in by mistake.    



Brad put the monitor and keyboard back in place and then opened the book, the first entry was made in 1988.

"That's odd, why would she keep a diary twenty five years old hidden?" he thought.  



He skimmed through the book real quick, towards the back, noticed some later dates, through the 90's and the latest date was just a couple of days ago. He found these dates odd, she would usually keep the timelines in each book in order, this was spread out over the last twenty five years. Like it was for only certain events or special occasions. And it was hidden!!   



Brad went back to the beginning and started to read. It was only the same, normal outlines of her days as in her other diaries. He stopped and reminisced about some of those days. It seemed like it was yesterday, he could see Kathy and his young children in the kitchen just like he was back, standing right there in that old house again. 

It looked to be the same thing as all of her other journals, just normal, everyday routines, he wondered what the deal was.

He almost wished that he had kept a diary or journal of his own, so that he could have a record of those times when his children were young and he could remember better. It would have been nice to read about the progress of his model RR and the cars that he had worked on. . . And the dreams he'd had as he went along remodeling the old house. He remembered daydreaming how he wanted the house to turn out.

He had read twenty four pages of memories, when he turned a page and he heard Kathy coming in the front door. He thumbed through the pages quickly and saw a name that just about made his heart jump out of his chest. . . 

"Matt!!"  



As he quickly thumbed through the rest of the pages, Brad noticed Matt's name several times. Heart racing, and barely able to breath, he quickly slipped the book under his pillow on the bed. Kathy came up the steps and into the room, looked at him and noticed something was amiss. 



"What's wrong?" she asked, "You look like you saw a ghost or something." 

"Something like that," Brad said, as he quickly walked past her and went down into the living room. 

Kathy sat her purse down and followed him down the steps. 



"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" Kathy implored, with concern in her voice. 



Brad almost went back upstairs and grabbed the diary so he could confront her with it, because he had a feeling that what was in that book wasn't good. But, he wanted to read it first tho, he had to know what she'd written about Matt. . . Quite a bit it appeared.

"Nothings wrong, I just fell asleep and was dreaming about work again," Brad explained. 

Kathy walked over and put her arms around him for a moment. 



"Oh, alright, you had me worried for a minute," she said.

A short while later, while Kathy was in the bathroom, Brad sneaked the book out to the garage. 

"I'll take it with me tomorrow and look at it while Dustin is fishing," Brad murmured to himself, as he walked outside. 

A little while later, Brad told Kathy that he was going to take Dustin and run down to the store to get some supplies to make a lunch to take along on their fishing trip the next day. He and Dustin drove down to Save A Lot and purchased some lunch meat, potato chips, a six pack of Diet Dr. Pepper for Brad and a six pack of Pepsi for Dustin. That should be enough, if there was anything else they wanted, there were a couple of Gas Station/Mini Marts within a few miles of he fishing area. He would get the ice for the cooler in the morning before they left.

That evening, Dustin's parents stopped by before they left for their anniversary trip to Louisville, he was still getting         kitchen table instead of the garage. His dad came in to look over Dustin's fishing gear, wish him good luck and to be very careful. 

"I know you can swim, but don't do anything silly and keep an eye on your grandpa, in case he needs help." his dad told him.

"OK, I will, bye dad. . . I love you." said Dustin.

His mom came in and hugged him and told him she loved him too. Then they left. Brad then came into the kitchen to look over Dustin's gear.            



"Grandpa, what lure would be the best to use tomorrow?" 

Brad wasn't really in the right frame of mind for the question, he was almost a million miles away. 



"Huh?. . . Oh. . . I'm not not sure, we'll have to wait and see what it looks like when we get up there," he said quietly. 



What lure to use was the farthest thing from his mind, the only he could think about was that book. Kathy knew that something was bothering Brad, he just wasn't acting like himself. Brad moped around for the rest of the evening, while Kathy was reading another one of her romance novels on her laptop. 

She was starting to worry about him tho. When they went to bed, Brad never said a word, or even tried to snuggle with her, that was unusual.  



"Are you sure there's nothing wrong?" 



"I'm sure." 

Kathy thought for a little while about what it could possibly be. 



"Are you worried about me and mom going to the mall tomorrow, is that it?" Kathy asked. 



"I told you nothings wrong, I've just got a little bit of a headache," Brad told her. 

After that, Kathy didn't say anymore, she kissed Brad goodnight and rolled over to go to sleep.  



Brad didn't sleep very much that night, he tossed and turned and in what seemed like no time, the morning sunlight was coming through the bedroom window. He crawled out of bed, dressed and headed for the kitchen to find something to eat. He really didn't feel like eating, but he now took five different pills, of which, four had to be taken with food. He took an arthritis pill, a mild pain pill, a pill to control his joint disease and he had recently been prescribed two pills to lower his blood sugar.

     After Brad had eaten and taken his pills, he went to wake Dustin up to get ready to go. Kathy was up and in the kitchen when he returned from waking Dustin. 

"How's your head this morning, your not coming down with something are you?" she asked. 

Brad looked like hell, he had barely slept, his eyes were bloodshot and his shoulders were drooping. 

"I feel alright, I guess," he mumbled. 

"Are you and Dustin still going up there fishing?" 

Brad looked over at her, thoughts about what might be in that book ran through his mind again, he had to know what was in it. Even if he had to drive thirty miles away to read it. 

"Yeah, I promised him almost two months ago," Brad said, as he turned to go outside. 

"I'm gonna go load the car up, tell Dustin that I'll be back in, in a minute." 

And out the door he went. After Brad got all of his and Dustin's fishing rods and tackle loaded into the Jeep, he went into the garage to get the cooler and retrieve the diary. After the cooler was in the back and the diary was hidden in the pouch on back of the driver's seat, he headed inside to get the digital camera, their food he'd bought the day before and to see if Dustin was ready to go. Brad walked into the kitchen, Kathy was washing the morning dishes. 

"What time are you leaving to go shopping?" he asked.

She turned to look at Brad and smiled, 

"We're leaving about eleven."  

"Dustin, are you ready to go?" Brad hollered towards the bedroom. 

Kathy could tell that there was still something wrong, it worried her and she didn't know what to do for him. Just then, Kathy walked over and put her arms around Brad and kissed him.

"I love you Bradley Wilbur," she said affectionately. 

Brad pulled her in tightly and just held her for a few moments.

"And I love you Kathy Wilbur."  



This made him feel better, but the thought of that book still had him feeling uneasy.

Brad and Dustin told Kathy goodbye, they would see her tonight, Brad told her to be careful on the trip to the mall with her mother. They climbed into the Jeep and headed out. Stopping at the local Shell mart, Brad bought ice and put it, along with the pop and sandwiches inside of the cooler. And they were off.

The sky looked like it could rain at any time as they drove the thirty miles to Goose Lake. Brad barely remembered the drive, he was completely preoccupied. Glad that it was a four lane hi way, all except the last few miles. When they arrived at the lake, Brad pulled in along the boat ramp and parked. He told Dustin that he wasn't feeling the best in the world, and to go ahead and fish while he sat in the Jeep and relaxed.  



Dustin went around to the back of the Jeep, opened the hatch, retrieved his fishing gear, stopping by Brad's open window,

"What should I use first, grandpa?" 

Brad glanced over at him, trying to snap out of his haze.

"Put a spinner bait on one rod and a floating minnow on the other, if you get a strike on the spinner bait and the fish misses it, cast the minnow right back out where the fish struck the spinner at, and I'll bet you catch that fish," he said.

"Alright, do you think that'll work?" Dustin said. 

As he turned to head for the water, it started sprinkling rain, 

"If it starts raining any harder, you come back here and get your jacket and hat. And if you see lightning or hear thunder, you get your butt back to this car, do you hear me! And yes, I think that will work," Brad said as Dustin walked away. 



"OK," he replied.

Brad turned on the radio to the country station he normally listened to, all he heard was popping and hissing, it was mostly static since he was thirty miles north and it was raining. Brad started listening to country music a couple of years before, when a similar occurrence had happened. He had been out in the garage working on the model railroad and had the radio tuned to a classic rock station that was located in a nearby city. It was a rainy day similar to today and the radio was cutting in and out, so Brad changed the station. All he could find was one that played the new crap that he couldn't stand, so he settled on a country station. After he listened for a while, it reminded him of the early 70's rock, he was drawn in and started liking it. From then on, he'd been listening to country.  



He pushed the scan button on the radio and the first thing he heard was,

"I'm gonna pop some tags. . . Only got twenty dollars in my pocket. . . I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up. . . This is fucking awesome. . . Nah, walk up to the club like, What up? I got a big cock. . .! I'm so pumped about some shit from the thrift shop."

"OK, what in the fuck is that!!" Brad mumbled to himself before it scanned to the next station. 



The next two stations weren't coming in real clear, then the next one had a good strong signal, it was classic rock. He pushed the scan button again to lock in the station.

"I haven't listened to this for a while," he said to himself.

Then he reached behind the seat for the diary, opening it at the beginning, he re-read what he had read the day before, reminiscing some more. Hard to believe that the teenage boy that was with him, that big boy, was his little girl's son. 



"Grandpa!!" 

Brad was kind of startled, looking up from what he was reading, Dustin was walking towards him with a bass that appeared to be about three pounds. Brad turned down the radio and reached for the camera.




Only in a Dream Ch. 04



"Nice fish, what did you catch it on?" 

Dustin was smiling ear to ear, 

"The spinner bait, what do you want me to do with it?" 



Brad had the camera in his hand, ready to take a picture when he looked at Dustin and told him, 

"Well, after you unhook it, then take him back down and turn him loose." 

Dustin must not have noticed that Brad had the camera ready. 

"But no one will believe that I caught it," he said with a worried look on his face.

Brad gave him a funny look, 

"Hey bonehead, that's why I brought the camera," he teased. 

There was no animosity in his comment, it was just the friendly banter that Brad and Dustin shared. Brad was always teasing him. Dustin just smiled as Brad held up the camera.

"Oh, I forgot."  



Brad told Dustin to hold up his fish and pose while Brad snapped a photo, then looked at the display on the camera to make sure it was a good, clear picture. Brad gave Dustin a thumbs up, that the photo was good. 

"Go put him back now." 

"Alright," said Dustin. 

As he turned to head back towards the water, the rain started coming down a little harder. 

"Dustin, come back and put on your hat and jacket, I'll hold your fish for you."   

Brad reached out of the window of the Jeep to hold the fish while Dustin put them on. Then he watched as Dustin grabbed the fish and headed back to the water.  



"My God, that kid is getting big," Brad thought. 

Dustin was now taller than him and weighed close to two hundred pounds. He wasn't fat, he was just big.  



"He's gonna make a hell of a lineman once he gets rid of his timidness," Brad said out loud. 

Dustin played defensive lineman for his school's football team, because he was so much bigger than the other kids his age, he wasn't real aggressive. He was scared of hurting someone.

"He's got a good heart," Brad thought.

Brad put the camera down, reached over and turned the radio back up a little, then opened the diary again. Just then, he heard a sound coming from the radio, that he hadn't heard in years. 

"When I die and they lay me to rest. . . Gonna go to the place that's the best. . . When I lay me down to die. . . Goin' up to the spirit in the sky. . ." 

It was Norman Greenbaum, and Brad couldn't help it, his mind started wandering back in time. . . He was in the sixth grade. . .

********

He had a crush on Suzy Tolbert. She had long, dark hair and was so pretty. He hadn't told a soul, but somehow, some way, she found out. . . Laughed at him, called him a dork. Brad was humiliated, then the kids at school started making fun of him, it got so bad, he almost hated going. The teasing continued through the seventh grade too. It was also starting to affect his grades. After the school year was over, Brad told his grandma that he wanted to change schools. He had spent his entire academic career at the Catholic grade school, but now he wanted to transfer to the public Jr High for the eighth grade. 

In between the seventh and eighth grades, Brad's body went through some major changes. When school had ended for the summer he was five foot four and weighed one hundred and ten pounds. When he started eighth grade at the public school, he was five foot seven, and weighed one hundred fifty pounds. 

My, how the tables had turned. 



There were several other children from the Catholic school that had transferred to the public school that year too, including Suzy Tolbert. When school started that year, Brad was as big as, or in some (most) cases, bigger than the kids that had been harassing him, and all it took was one incident, just one. Johnny Erwin called Brad a pussy and Brad gave it right back to him, he looked him in the eyes,  



"That is exactly what you are," said Brad.

"What did you say to me?" Johnny shouted, as he came charging at Brad, 

"Now I'm gonna kick your ass!"  



Just as Johnny reached him, Brad punched him hard with a right and hit him again with a left, before Johnny even knew what was happening. When he came charging again, years of being picked on brought out something in Brad, he let loose on Johnny and proceeded beating on him, until he turned and ran away. He'd not been able to hit Brad one single time. Brad felt pretty good that he'd not let Johnny get away with bullying him, but he felt bad too, he felt bad for hurting Johnny, even if he was a little jerk. Word spread through the school about what had happened, so for the most part, no one teased or said any more to Brad.  



There were a few instances in high school, however, that Brad was pushed into a corner, so to speak, and he came out swinging. There were a couple of boys at school that bullied everyone, most everybody was scared of them. They had beaten up a lot of other kids, Brad just stayed clear of them.

One day at school, one of them decided to use him to do a little showing off to impress a couple of girls in the hallway. Brad was leaning over, getting the books he needed for his next class when, Rick Barber thought it would be funny to push him into his locker. Brad pushed himself back up, got back to his feet, thinking that it was one of his friends goofing off, when he noticed a small crowd had gathered, including several really cute girls. There stood Rick, laughing at him. Everybody had come to watch Rick take down his latest victim. 



This scenario had played out over and over again. Rick would do this to some boy, the boy would walk away as Rick would taunt and push on them all the way down the hallway to everybody's laughs. Brad just stood there, looking him straight in the eyes, and not moving. 

"Fuck you Ricky," said Brad. 



"Ohhhhh. . . Shit!!" Came the sound from the crowd. Then it grew dead quiet. 



Brad stared him down, then Rick looked away and he started to swing at Brad, he quickly threw his left arm up and blocked the punch. Brad was now enraged, he grabbed Rick by the front of his shirt, picked him up off of the floor, turning around, slamming him into the lockers, knocking the wind out of him. 



"YOU LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!" Brad said angrily, as he let Rick slid down the locker. 

Brad let go of him and raised his fists, just in case Rick decided to get up and come at him. He didn't, he just sheepishly got up and walked away. This time the laughing was at him. Brad turned to see the History teacher, Mr Keyes, standing there looking on. 

"Oh, shit. . .! I'm in trouble," he thought. 



But he looked at Brad, and smiled. He knew how much of a bully Rick was, he was glad to see someone stand up to him and put him in his place. Everybody was in shock, here was this, not real popular kid, an absolute nobody, that had just taken down Rick Barber. 



One of the other bullies decided he was going to put Brad in his place, and told him so. Brad just shook his head and ignored him. A couple of days later, the boy, along with two of his 'posse' followed Brad into the restroom. Brad knew that they were behind him, turned around to his left and quickly smacked the kid sharply in the nose with the heel of his palm. The boy dropped like a rock and his two cohorts ran away. Brad stuck around for a minute and the kid thought he was in for it, but Brad stuck his hand out and helped him up.

Nobody bothered Brad anymore after that.

Not long after that, Suzy Tolbert started being friendly with Brad, but he wasn't really interested anymore. It's amazing how someone's attitude towards you, can make you see them in a totally different light. Brad remembered how she had treated him a few years earlier in grade school, and didn't think she was so pretty anymore.

******** 

                     Brad noticed that the rain had let up a little, he looked down towards the lake to make sure he could still see Dustin and spotted him about fifty yards away. A very large fish smacked something on top of the water and Brad wondered if Dustin saw it too. 

Brad looked back down at the diary and started reading again. He was now on page twenty four, about to the part where he had started seeing Matt's name, when he heard another familiar tune from a long time ago.

"The wind blew some luck in my direction. . . I caught it in my hands today. . . I finally made a tricky french connection. . . You winked and gave me your OK. . ." 

It was Starbuck, and another song from a significant time in Brad's life. 

"I'm never gonna get this read," Brad reflected, a little regretful of the events that this tune reminded him of. 



"Moonlight. . . Feels right. . ."

******* 

                  The year was 1976, Brad was visiting his friend Kevin, who worked at the 17th street Marathon service station. Brad had stopped by to talk to Kevin, and to change the oil in his car. Kevin's boss would allow him and his friends to use the service bay as long as it was after closing time. Brad already knew how to use the lift, because he worked for a Conoco service station across town. But, Brad's boss wouldn't allow the personal use of the service bays by employees.

The citizens band radio (CB) craze was in full swing during the mid 1970's and of course, Brad had one. He had purchased it several months before. Him and Jack used to sit in Brad's car for hours talking on the radio. It was a lot of fun and they met some really interesting people.  



Brad was finished with his car, so he washed up, said his goodbyes to Kevin, and as he was leaving, turned on the CB radio. He heard a girls voice overriding all other traffic on the radio, so he knew she was close by. Brad picked up the mic, and keyed it.

"How about that beaver (female) in the 17th street area," he called out. 



"This is the sweet thang, what's your 20 (location)?" a girls voice hollered out. 

Brad stopped in the drive of the service station before he entered the street. 

"I'm at the Marathon station on 17th." 

"I'm in a maroon pickup truck, the second drive on the right on 17th, after you pull out of the Marathon," the female voice immediately called out.

Brad's heart rate picked up a little, as he pulled out of the service station and onto 17th street, 

"Will she actually be there?" he thought. 

He'd been fooled and sent on wild goose chases before. Driving along, he found the second drive. He just drove by slowly without turning in at first, to make sure someone was actually there. There were two people sitting inside an old Ford truck and what looked to be two young boys standing along side. Brad went down a ways, turned around and went back, this time turning in. 



As he pulled in, two girls got out of the truck, the shorter of the two walked over towards Brad. As she walked over, he noticed that she was sort of pretty, not outstanding but, he wasn't too picky. His main focus, was on her large breasts that swayed back and forth as she walked towards him.

"Nice car," she said, as she walked up to him. 

"Thanks."  

"My name's Natalie Walden." 

"Hi, I'm Brad Wilbur, are you sweet thang?" 



"Yep, that's me," Natalie replied. 

After they talked for a little while, the taller girl walked over, as she got closer, Brad noticed that she was a little prettier, but he could also tell she was a few years younger.

"This is my little sister, Sammy," said Natalie. 

"And those two boys over there are my step brothers, Tim and Nick." 



Just then, Natalie's mother called from the door for the two girls to bring the boys and come in. Natalie told Brad to wait a minute, as she ran to the door to talk to her mother.When she returned, she asked Brad if he could come back the next afternoon, they could talk and visit some more. Brad said he would come over about four o'clock, then told her he would see her tomorrow, and left. On his way home, Brad's mind was all over the place, 

"Could this possibly lead to something?" he thought.

The next day was a Sunday, Brad tried to keep busy, he went and talked to Jack, telling him all about Natalie, then went fishing for a while. The day still seemed to take forever, because he was anxious to get over to Natalie's house. At four p.m., Brad was back. She invited him in to meet her mother and step father, they asked him if he would like to stay for supper. He accepted the invite.        



Natalie's mother asked Brad a lot of questions about his family and home life, they went out of their way to make him feel comfortable. Brad really liked Natalie's mom and step dad, especially her step dad, he was witty and funny.  



That evening Brad and Natalie sat in Brad's car talking until almost midnight. When he got ready to leave, she got out of the car, walked around to the driver's side and bent down, resting her arms on the car door as they talked for a little longer. He said that       he better get home, as it was getting close to midnight and he had to go to work in the morning. She leaned in the window, giving him a firm kiss on the lips. 

If you've ever seen the end of the movie 'My Girl 2' (1994), that is what Brad resembled when he walked in the house at home. He didn't even remember the drive home and inside, the look on his face was telling. Grandma asked him where he'd been.

"I met a girl," Brad told her. 

"Oh Lord," was grandma's response after getting a good look at him. 

It's funny how, parents, or grandparents in this case, can see trouble before it ever gets a chance to start. Brad knew that now, from the experiences he'd had with his own children.

Brad returned to Natalie's the next evening, as they sat in the car, she kissed him again and it progressed from there. 



Natalie's step dad worked construction, she had to baby sit the younger kids while he was out of town on a job and her mother worked evenings, so a week passed before Natalie could go anywhere with Brad. Unbeknownst to her mother, Brad and Natalie had been sitting in Brad's car every night necking, while the kids were inside alone. Natalie would just go in and check on them every once in a while. Natalie had also been rubbing his cock through his jeans since the third night. That was the first red flag that Brad should have picked up on right away. Third night? She obviously wasn't as innocent as she let on.  



On the first night that Natalie was able to leave with Brad, they went to Burger Chef to eat and then, take in a movie.

"One flew over the cuckoo's nest" with Jack Nickelson, was playing at the theater, they both laughed most of way through the film and really enjoyed themselves. 

Afterwards, as they drove around, Natalie asked Brad if he knew anywhere they could go to be alone. Brad drove up north to the gravel pit where he and grandpa fished, knowing there was a secluded lane that led back to the water. As they sat and necked, Natalie was once again rubbing Brad's cock, only this time she unbuclked his pants and pulled it out. Then, she undid her pants, slid them down, pulled Brad's hand over to her pussy and he slid his fingers inside of her. 

As things became more heated, Natalie suggested that they get into the back seat. Before she climbed over the seat, she pulled her pants the rest of the way off, Brad did the same, then their tops came off. They were now totally naked, when they started necking again, Natalie whispered, 

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me." 



Brad positioned himself, and entered her, Brad was no longer a virgin. Because of his upbringing, Brad assumed, that, since Natalie was having sex with him, she really cared for him. That was red flag number two. Looking back, he realized that Natalie needed cock, he just happened to be in the right place at the right time.  



They had gone together about a month,and drive-in theater was showing the movie Deep Throat, so Brad and Natalie went to watch. Once the movie started, feelings that they'd never had before came out, they were aroused more than ever before. They had never seen anything nearly as sexually graphic as this. They'd seen Playboy books and the like, but nothing like this. Needless to say, they were both ready to try about anything. After the movie was over, as they headed for their normal parking spot, Brad, in a hurry to get there, sped through town and on the hi way so fast, he was surprised he didn't get a ticket. When they arrived, Brad grabbed the old blanket that he kept in his car and they walked down next to the water, where there was a sandy beach. 

They had talked about doing this before, but were scared someone would walk up on them and there would be no place to hide. This time they were both so horny, they didn't care. They tore their clothes off and spread the blanket out, It was on. . .      Natalie performed oral sex on Brad, trying to imitate what she had seen on the movie screen. Brad tried to return the favor but, he couldn't. . . 



He really wanted to, but it seems she wasn't real keen on personal hygiene. When she took her panties off, the smell was beyond anything he'd ever smelled before, it was awful, even out in the open air. It reminded him of the boy's locker room when he was in gym class, only much, much worse. He wondered how anybody could possibly get past that smell and stick their face, let alone their tongue anywhere near that. 

Brad wanted her to get on her knees and try doggy, but she wouldn't. It was always the same, the only way Natalie would ever have sex, was in the missionary position. 

"Just fuck me!!!" she begged. 

Brad got on top of her and pushed his cock inside. As he started to hump, she grabbed his ass, and started thrusting her hips wildly, he almost couldn't keep up the pace. It took a while for them to get in sync, and by then, Natalie was moaning loudly. After that, it didn't take him long to finally blow. Brad never knew if Natalie came or not, but she seemed sated after he came. They just laid there under the stars for a while, until his limp cock slowly slipped out of her.

Natalie moved with her family back to another small town where they had lived before, about ten miles away. Her sister took over babysitting the younger step brothers, so Natalie found a job. They now only had time to see each other on weekends, but he would occasionally slip over to the restaurant where she worked in the evenings to eat. Brad had a feeling that she had another boyfriend during the week, possibly one from when she lived there before, but he never did find out for sure. 

Brad noticed right from the start, that he and Natalie had different views on life, but he was in love (lust). She talked about smoking pot and getting high, something that Brad was totally against. Then would say that she was just talking and she didn't really want to do those things. When they were around her friends, he could tell that they looked at him the same way that other girls always had, that he was a dork. Natalie almost acted like she was embarrassed to be with him. They were always talking about the different guys they were fucking around with, some were even fucking the same guy. Brad was always concerned that Natalie was just like them. He picked up that vibe from her sometimes.

Looking back now, he was almost certain that she was, he felt lucky that he didn't catch an STD from her.

He didn't feel comfortable around her friends. They all smoked cigarettes, a few smoked pot and talked about doing things he didn't think was right. He was fooling himself, and was not really happy.   



There was only one of Natalie's friends, Carrie, that didn't seem to treat him like an outcast. After Brad and Natalie broke up and Natalie found that she was pregnant, he would go and visit Carrie to keep up with what was going on with Natalie and the pregnancy. Carrie just flat out told Brad that she would fuck him if he wanted to, no attachments, just some fucking between friends. She was eighteen and bragged about having had sex with twenty four different guys. Not that it didn't cross Brad's mind to take her up on the offer, she was kind of cute. But, he was scared that if he did anything with her, he may start having feelings towards her. He didn't want to be emotionally involved with someone with a past like hers. Brad still liked going to visit and talking with her tho.     




Only in a Dream Ch. 04



After Natalie gave birth to the baby, Brad slowly stopped going to Carrie's, he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. He did happen to see her one more time tho, and now wondered what had ever become of her. 

"Is she even still alive?" he thought.

After he and Kathy had been married for two years, he ran into Carrie at the local Kmart. The small town where she lived, didn't have one, so she had traveled here to do some shopping. The last time Brad had talked to her, was about eight months before he met Kathy. 

They stood and talked for a while and caught up on the last few years that they hadn't seen each other. Brad told her about his accident and his marriage to Kathy, their new baby, and where he worked now. He brought out his wallet and showed her the pictures of his new family. Brad told her about Natalie's mom taking off with the baby, and wondered where they had gone. Carrie said she was sorry to hear about his accident and how she had always loved his car.

Brad also told her, that he thought that Natalie had been messing with other guys while she was seeing him. Carrie never did give him an answer about that, and to Brad, that was an answer in itself.

She told him she was genuinely happy for him, 

"I always thought you were a really nice guy." 

She looked him straight in the eyes, very affectionately, and then told him, 

"I wish I would have met you first. Before I. . . My first boyfriend cheated on me, and I kind of went wild, I started screwing around with a couple of other guys, just to get back at him," she sighed. 

"Then, I felt like I couldn't get satisfied, and I started messing around with all of those other guys. . . I. . . I Never did find what I was looking for," she lamented, as she looked down at the floor. 

"I knew we never had a chance, for that reason, you've got high standards. . . an. . . and there's nothing wrong with that," she said softly.             



Brad thanked her, she hugged him, wished him happiness and a good life before she turned and walked away. Brad actually believed everything she had said to him. He could tell that she was sincere. 

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He'd promised to try and keep in touch, he really wanted to introduce her to Kathy and the kids, but it never happened. He was just too busy, it seemed, and he'd almost forgotten about her, until now.

"Wow!! That was close to thirty two years ago." 

His daughter with Natalie had just turned thirty six this past week. 

"Unbelievable!!" he thought to himself. 

Brad snapped out of it when he heard Dustin again. 



"Grandpa, grandpa!!! Look at this one!!" 

Brad looked up and here came Dustin with an even bigger bass. He turned down the radio again. 

"Wow," said Brad, "On the spinner bait again?" 



"Yeah," said Dustin.

Brad reached over, grabbed the camera and looked back towards Dustin. 

"Did you see that big one jump a while ago?" he inquired.  



"I think this might be it, he jumped a couple of times and I cast over there and he hit it," Dustin said excitedly. 

Brad held up the camera, pointed it at Dustin just as he looked in the window and saw the book on Brad's lap.

"What's the book about, Grandpa?" 

Brad frowned a little, he'd hoped Dustin hadn't see it.

"it's just some things written down from a long time ago," said Brad. 

Dustin smiled a little, 

"Oh, Like your diary or something?" he teased. 



Brad told him to hold his fish up, snapped another picture, then checked the display for quality again.

"Yeah, something like that," he said, as he put the camera back down. 

Dustin looked seriously at Brad, and asked, 

"Are you going to get your rods out and fish?"

Brad shrugged his shoulders, 

"I don't know, I still don't feel that good, I think I'll just sit here and read some more. Besides, looks like your doing pretty good by yourself," said Brad. 

"I'll go put him back now, I want to get back to fishing," said Dustin. 

"Alright, make sure you check your line and your knots, catching those fish may have chewed up your line a little bit," Brad advised, as Dustin headed back to the water. 

The rain had all but stopped now, and he almost wished it would start again, It would fit his mood. Brad looked back down at the book. He had finally reached the part in the diary that he didn't really want to see. 

"I might as well read it and get it over with," he mumbled to himself, and started to read.  



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For the next twenty pages, Kathy wrote just short paragraphs of just a line or two that told about how Matt and Cindy Lane moved into the neighborhood the year before, and that Brad had gone to school with them. Then she expressed how her and Cindy had become good friends. She wrote about their trips they had been going on with the kids to Hilltop Park since last fall and how they had started going again, once it became warm this year, and how much fun they had. She had noticed that Matt seemed to be paying a lot of attention to her, she was flattered, but, she loved Brad and would never cheat on him, no matter how temping it was. She thought Matt was attractive, but way too skinny for her taste anyway. 

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                  Brad felt a little better after he read this.

"Maybe it was a false alarm," he thought.

It started to rain steadily again and Brad looked to see where Dustin was, to make sure he was wearing his rain gear.  



He spotted him, he had the gear on, looking undaunted, as he was casting away. 

"He'll be alright," Brad said to himself.

He reached over and turned the radio back up, and started to read again.

"Here we go again, God. . ." 

This was one he hadn't heard, for a very, very long time, but had been on the radio constantly when he and Kathy had first become a couple. The memories came flooding back. . . 



"You don't know how much I love you. . . But I love you like the su-u-un. . . I like to put my arms around you. . . Run, run, run, run away. . . Let's run, run, run, run away. . . Let's run, run, run, run away. . ." 



This time, it was Jefferson Starship. . . He drifted off into the past again. . .

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                   The year was 1978, he had just left his job at Conoco to work as a mechanic at a local new car dealership, they were even going to send him back to college for further training. A few days after starting his new job, he met Kathy and it wasn't long, he was in love, really in love for the first time. He had never felt like this about anyone before. He was even more in love with her now, thirty five years later. She was his life, was in his thoughts constantly, he could still just lie down, put his arms around her and hold her for hours. 



He remembered after they met, how she clung to him, acted as tho she could never get enough, he knew positively, that she really loved him. And loved the way she would look at him with her beautiful green eyes, the way she just melted into his arms. He knew that he could never live without her. 

When they were first together, Kathy opened up to Brad and let herself go, there was no more guilt. They experimented, found new positions they liked, she especially liked riding him cowgirl and on her knees doggy style. Brad had wanted to try pleasuring her orally, but was reluctant because of the smell he'd experienced when Natalie took off her panties. He never noticed any smell when Kathy had her panties off tho.

They had been living together for about a month, Brad and Kathy were in bed making love. He was sucking on her breasts, then slowly started kissing his way down her stomach. There was no rotten smell, so he slid on down to her vagina, running his tongue along her slit. When he spread her lips with his, started licking along and around the folds, she went wild. She writhed on the bed and moaned. Brad found that he actually liked the taste of her. And it turned him on. 

Brad had read about doing this, it really turned him on just thinking about it, now. . . 

"But where is her clitoris?" 

He never saw any illustrated instructions. 

He tried sucking on her lips gently, then probing her with his tongue. She responded to all of it, but he noticed, that she seemed to like it more as he was licking towards the top of her vagina. Brad stuck his tongue between the folds, as he licked upwards, he felt a little nub sticking out just a tad. As he touched it with his tongue, Kathy let out a whimper and jumped a little. Brad jumped too, scared that he had hurt her, sliding his tongue back down away from there. 

"No. . . No, go back up to where you were," she said breathlessly. 

Brad slid his tongue back up to the little nub, started licking and sucking on it. She moaned out loud, and grabbed his head as she pushed against his face.  



"OH, OH, OH!!!! AHHHH!!!" she cried out, as she had her very first orgasm. 

"Come here!! Put it in me now!" she cried.

Brad maneuvered himself around and entered Kathy. 

"Fuck me. . . Yes fuck me!!" she moaned.

Kathy was surprised at herself, this wasn't the way she would ever act. But, she couldn't help it. He thrust with all he had, fucking her as hard and fast as he could, it wasn't long before he exploded inside of her with the biggest orgasm he'd ever experienced. As they both laid in each others arms, Kathy looked into Brad's eyes intently. 

"I love you Brad, I'm not sure what just happened, but. . . I've never felt anything like that before. . . Ever!" 

"I love you too," he said.

He rose and went into the bathroom, picking his jeans up off of the floor on the way. After a few moments, he returned, sitting down on the bed next to her, still completely naked. Brad took Kathy's hand, and looked her in the eyes. 

"Kathy, I've never met anyone like you, I think I fell in love with you while I was washing my car on that very first day," Brad said.

Kathy wasn't really sure what he was getting at, she just smiled broadly, and started to speak. . . Brad put his finger to her mouth and shushed her. 

"I. . . " I. . . want to spend the rest of my life with you, wo. . . Would you marry me?" Brad asked as he held up the ring that had been in his pants pocket.  



She wrapped her arms around him, and started to cry, 

"Yes, Oh, yes, yes I will."

Brad couldn't have been happier, just a few short months before, he would never have dreamed that his life could change like it had, everything just fell into place so well. 

Although they hadn't set a date, they knew they wanted to be married soon.

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Brad shifted around in the seat, as he thought about what had happened next, how the effects of the next set of sequences in his life would play out. He really didn't like to think about it, but all of those happy memories of proposing to Kathy just led right into what would become the next chapter in his life.

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It had been two weeks since Brad proposed, it was a warm, sunny day in September, Kathy was working day shift, Brad had driven her out to work and then drove back in to his job. One of the women that worked with Kathy was supposed to drop her by         Brad's work. She was to take his car and drive to visit her mother, then return a few hours later to pick him up, so they could head home.

Brad got off of work early and decided to go out and pick her up from work. About half way there, when he crossed some railroad tracks, he thought he felt a little shimmy in the front end of his       car. The vibration stopped and he continued on his way, speeding up as he went. As he approached a small curve, he noticed a car coming in the opposite direction, so he turned the steering wheel a small amount to the right, to give the other car plenty of room.

All at once, his driver's side front wheel came off, slamming the hub onto the pavement, instantly pulling him to the left, right into the path of the oncoming car. He yanked the wheel to the right, to try and get clear, but the car turned and went into a slide. This all happened in a manner of seconds and was unavoidable.

    The result was a head on collusion, but Brad's car was sliding at an angle, the front left corner went almost directly into the center of the other car. Both cars sustained major damage, but Brad's took the worst of it, since the impact hit the corner. Both cars were traveling about 45 mph, so the impact was the same as a 90 mph crash into a brick wall. 

After Kathy left work with her ride, they came upon the accident, the woman she was riding with decided to turn around and go the back way into town. There were several cars in front of them and a long line of cars behind, so she was stuck, there was no place to turn around. Kathy and her co-worker exited the vehicle, then walked towards the crash scene with everyone else, to see what had happened. When Kathy realized that it was Brad, saw what shape his car was in, she was terrified that he had been killed. 

Several of her other co-workers noticed Kathy's panicked state and managed to get their cars moved, so that her ride could turn around and go the other way into town and get to the hospital. 

Although Brad couldn't remember the actual accident, he did remember crossing the tracks, the shimmy and seeing the car coming in the other direction, then it went hazy. 

What affected Brad the most tho, was knowing what Kathy went through after she had realized that it was him in the wreck, before she knew that he would survive the accident. The what if's really bothered him too, made him a stronger believer in God.

     If he wouldn't have left work early, Kathy would have made it to his job and taken his car, she would have picked up her young son from the baby sitter, and he always stood in the front seat. Then, there was a short stretch of hi way she would have traveled to get to her mother's. 

"What if I hadn't left work early. . . Kathy would have been driving my car when the wheel came off, what if they were on the hi way?" Brad thought.

He was glad it was him, not them. These things still bothered him, all these years later.

As for the woman in the other car, she spent the night in the hospital under observation and was released the next day. 

Brad remembered fighting with the nurses in the emergency unit, they were going to cut his new jeans off of him, he was determined that they weren't. Apparently they'd already given      him some kind of drug, because he remembered acting awfully combative. 

Kathy came to the hospital every day to sit with him while he was in the induced coma, finally after two weeks, they brought him out of it. Brad was still feeling the effects of the drugs when he     was brought out of the coma, the very first thing he did, was push the nurse's call to ask the nurse if his girlfriend could get in bed with him. Everyone in his room could hear the laughter at the nurse's station before he let go of the button. They were all laughing too.

It was a very trying time for Brad and Kathy both, they had to wait for Brad's twenty first birthday to be able to get married. Brad had picked up some night classes at the local university to further his automotive repair skills. He had actually enrolled before he met Kathy, so his mother was able to keep some health insurance on him. It seemed the health insurance Brad's mother carried on him was good until he was twenty one, the insurance agent advised Brad to wait, or there may be a chance the insurance would be void. There was close to forty thousand dollars in hospital and doctor bills, so they had to wait. 

When he was released from the hospital, Brad finally went to live with his mother and step father in the room that they had furnished for him. Kathy and her then three year old son were allowed to stay too. Brad's parents both worked full time and someone had to be there to help take care of Brad. Kathy just wasn't allowed to sleep in the bed with him. She couldn't have anyway, because in his cast, he took up the whole bed. His cast left him on his back, with his legs spread apart, with hospital shorts that snapped on around the cast.  



Brad's parents went to bed very early, because they were both up at five a.m. getting ready for work. Brad and Kathy were kissing and carrying on late one night and Brad told her to sit on his face. That seemed to work out pretty good, so then, Kathy unsnapped and pulled his shorts aside then rode him cowgirl. It really felt wonderful to connect with each other again. They made love like this at least every other night until he had to go back to the hospital.

After an unexpected surgery and another one month stay in the hospital, Brad and Kathy moved into a house in a small town about ten miles to the east. They tried to get things back to normal, Kathy was pregnant with their first child together, so she never returned to work after the accident. Brad's prognosis wasn't very good and he was approved rather quickly for Social Security Disability.  



Brad and Kathy were married twelve days after his twenty first birthday. They had intercourse three times that night, this time Kathy didn't cry, she enjoyed every bit of it. Brad and Kathy's sex life was great, but because of the way Kathy had been trained and browbeat by her mother about sex, she was still apprehensive about what her mother had told her was wrong. However, It had the opposite effect on her sister, Tina had turned into a total slut. 

As much as Brad enjoyed performing oral sex on Kathy, he had never really pushed the issue of her doing it to him. He had asked if she would like to try it a couple of times, but that was all. Kathy had already done things with him that would probably give her mother a heart attack.  



When Brad returned to work, it became a pain in the ass to drive as far as he did to get there. They found a two bedroom house in town and moved back again, to be closer to his work.  



Kathy was an avid reader of romance novels, and one day, her and Brad happened into a used book store downtown. He found a shelf of nothing but, X rated books that were full of letters about different people's sexual encounters. He showed one to Kathy. 

"Look, more romance novels," he joked. 

"Oh, I'm sure they are," Kathy laughed, as Brad handed one of the books to her. 

"It's the same thing, except the love scenes are more graphic," he said. 

Kathy looked through one, then handed it back to him. 

"I guess I wouldn't mind reading one." 

So Brad purchased a few. 



That night, Brad and Kathy sat in bed and read some of the stories in the books he'd purchased. They were both pretty turned on when Brad turned out the light. Once they started making love, things became frantic. Kathy straddled Brad's face, he started licking her, she took him into her mouth and started sucking. This was the first time Kathy had ever had a cock in her mouth. Brad was in heaven, thought that this was going to be the beginning of something good. Brad licked and poked around her ass with his tongue and fingers, for the first time tonight too. She squirmed and wiggled around a lot and seemed to really enjoy that. They also discovered that Kathy was multi- orgasmic, she had three orgasms that night.

Brad and Kathy lived in this house about eight months, then they happened onto a house for rent, with a two car garage and an option to buy. As they set about making house in the new place, there sex life was still good, but Kathy would only lick around on Brad for a short time, only while she was having an orgasm. They continued to read the X rated books, then as they finished each one, Brad would go get a few more.  



Two more years passed in the this house. Brad's model railroad had progressed, along with the four by four truck he now owned and the three old cars he had purchased to restore. As usual, he had so many things to do and very little time, it seemed. Their sex life was good, but Kathy was still reluctant to give him head, would only lick Brad a little. She kept telling him that she felt it   was wrong and she didn't want him to think she was a whore. He asked her why she would think that, promised her, that there was nothing she could do sexually with him that would make him think she was a whore.  




Only in a Dream Ch. 05



The next several pages were about Kathy's normal days and the trips every few days to the park with Matt and the children. Just short paragraphs that they had gone, some of the activities that the children enjoyed and a few skinned knees here and there. Nothing that a few band aids wouldn't fix. 

Brad noticed that the pages that followed, had quite a bit more than just a short paragraph or two.

"What's all this?" he thought to himself.

Please read Only in a Dream chapters 1 to 4 to understand what has led up to this point in the story. 

After finding nothing other than normal activities in Kathy's journal, Brad comes across her short entries telling of her trips to the park with an old neighbor that he was sure was trying to bed her. Her words spoke of just innocent outings with Matt and the children at first, then Brad came to where there was page after page of entries.

Comments will be turned on after the last chapter. Also, there is a lot of graphic sex in this chapter. So be forewarned.

Also note; the ~~~~~~~~ lines are to represent the different pages of the journal. Plus, if you've ever read a woman's journal, they tend to put a smiley face or the word smile after a sentence.

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Wednesday July 13, 1988.

I've been going with Matt to HT park a couple times a week for about a month now. We were sitting at our usual table this evening, Matt got up and went for a walk, then I saw him go into the woods. I stayed there at the table, just enjoying the quiet,the distant sounds of the children playing in the woods and the birds singing. 

It was so peaceful and I lost all track of time, the sun was getting lower and I was scared that the shadows in the woods would make it too dark to see the trails. I got up, went over to the gap in the trees and looked into the woods. I was right, I could hardly see anything. I went into the woods a few steps. I could hear the children off in the distance and I wondered where Matt went. 

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed him over to my left, about thirty feet away. He was standing next to some heavy brush and looked like he was staring at something. I thought there was some kind of wild animal, I really did. I very quietly crept over to see what he was looking at. When I almost got over to him, I asked him very I guess I startled him, because he jumped and turned to look back over his shoulder at me. 

I AM SO EMBARRASSED!!

I didn't notice until it was too late, that he was peeing. I told him I was so sorry. I thought he was watching some kind of animal or something, I turned around and walked away. I heard him call to the children as I rushed out of the woods, back to the picnic table to wait on them to come out.

After they came out of the woods, Matt walked over to me and started to say something, but I cut him off and spoke first.

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I could feel my shame, my face was blood red, I know it. I told him that I was so sorry, I saw him standing there not moving, and I thought he was watching a raccoon or something. That's why I sneaked up behind him like I did, I didn't want to scare it away. He said that it was alright, that I did scare the shit out of him, tho. 

I just can't think straight right now, oh God. I was so embarrassed, that I didn't even talk on the way home, I don't even think I looked at Matt at all. I don't even remember telling him bye when we left.

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Brad could tell that Kathy had really been flustered about surprising Matt in the woods. She hadn't even written down her daily weather report or what shift he worked. But, he assumed from what she'd written, that it had been sunny.

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Thursday July 14, 1988. 5-Nights / 6-back tonight.

God help me!! After Brad left last night, my mind couldn't rest, I had trouble sleeping. Brad asked me what was wrong, I looked preoccupied with something. 

I told him I was tired. Oh God, help me. Yes, I wa. . . AM preoccupied with something. I couldn't get it out of my mind. Oh God, oh God, oh God, I'm still thinking about it. I'm obsessed!! 

When Matt came out of the woods and walked over to the picnic table, my face was so flushed, I don't think I hid my embarrassment very well, and I interrupted him when he started to speak. But I don't think it was embarrassment?? 

Oh God!! It was excitement and there was only one thing I could see. Matt turning towards me in the woods when I surprised him. And there it was, Oh, God. The reason I was so flushed at the picnic table; the reason I could hardly speak on the way home from the park; the reason I was so glassy eyed when Brad went to work and the reason I couldn't sleep last night! 

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I saw Matt's cock. . . Oh my God!!!!! I was only a few feet away from him when he turned, I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye. I thought I was just imagining how big it was, so I looked right directly at it for a few seconds. Oh God, it was huge. God I'm so ashamed, but I can't stop thinking about it. 

All of those porn flicks I've watched with Brad, all of the enormous cocks I've seen on those actors, I've tried to imagine what it would be like to be with a man hung like that. Fred (my ex) has even crossed my mind. If he would have been more like Brad, not forced himself on me, or if he would have known how to please me. I would NEVER, ever go back, let Fred touch me ever again. I would never, ever allow that to happen.

God, why did I even think about him. I can't get this out of my head. But if I was turned on, and wet like Brad makes me, what would riding a large cock like that feel like? Or In my ass, or . . . Oh God!! Even in my mouth. 

After all, those men on the screen aren't my husband, are they? HA HA!!! And neither is Matt!! What would a cock that big feel like in my mouth? Those women on screen sure seem to like it. It doesn't hurt to dream a little, does it? My God, I'm wet just thinking about it!!!

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A sense of dread came over Brad.

"Oh God. . . I new she was gonna end up fucking him. Please, please tell me she didn't."

He read on. . .

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Her writings didn't mention Matt for almost a week. Just her normal weather reports, Brad's schedule and a few lines and paragraphs about her mundane daily activities. No trips to the park. . . Then:

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Wednesday July 20, 1988. 3-Nights / 4-back tonight. 

It's been rainy and wet outside, so the kids were cooped up in the house all day and were pestering me for milkshakes. I was going to go over to Mcdonald's(and I should have) and get shakes for everyone, but instead, I decided to run to the grocery store and get milk and ice cream to make my own. It was cheaper, besides, Scott wanted just a plain bowl of ice cream instead of a shake, anyway. 

Me and Andy went to the store. After we got there, I ran into Matt and Cindy. God I got so flushed when I saw Matt, I hope Cindy didn't notice how uncomfortable I was around him. 

Cindy promised to try and make some time for us to get together. But, all I could think about, while I was standing there was Matt's giant cock. God!! I was trying to see it without them knowing.

What am I going to do??? God, I did get a quick look at the bulge in his jeans. How come I never noticed it before now? I guess I don't make a habit of running around looking at different men's crotches, ha ha. I seen Matt's purely by accident. And now, it's all I can think about.

When I headed back towards the ice cream, I walked past the produce isle. I glanced over, and my eyes were fixated right on the cucumbers. 

Oh God!! I had a wicked idea come into my head. 

By the time I got to the dairy case, my panties were soaking wet. I got the ice cream, then grabbed a gallon of milk. I stopped and just stood there trying to decide if I was actually going to do what crossed my mind a few minutes before, that made me so wet. I've tried to get this out of my mind, but I can't.

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Ever since that last evening at the park with Matt and the children, All I can think about, is Matt's cock and those big cocks in those X rated flicks that me and Brad watched. I want a big cock in my mouth to suck on. 

Why???!!! 

All I know, is when I think about sucking a cock, it makes me very wet and I get all tingly between my legs. I need to learn to just suck on Brad's, But, my inner voice keeps telling me that I can't, it wouldn't be right. 

I stood there and couldn't decide what to do, I've been thinking about going up on Madison st and buying a rubber sex toy, but what if someone I know would see me in there? Well, that idea was shot down pretty quickly. 

Then, I saw the cucumbers. I was so scared that someone could read my mind and they would know what I was buying the vegetables for!!! I bought four different cucumbers, I chose them, trying to imagine how big Matt is when he's hard. 

I bought a box of condoms too. Got to have safe sex, you know. Smile. I was so embarrassed I picked a checkout with a cashier that was about college age, hoping that the girl wouldn't make any connections between the items in my cart. 

Just as the young girl finished ringing up my things, a young man walked over to bag them up. The girl quickly handed me the condoms and asked me if I wanted them in my purse. God, she was so embarrassed for some reason, her face was blood red. I told her there's nothing to be embarrassed about, she'd probably need some of those someday.

The girl looked at me and whispered, that's not what she was embarrassed about, The boy that had just been over here putting my things in the sacks, was her boyfriend. 

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She said they had been going together for over a year now, but they'd never had sex. That he'd been pestering her to, he really wanted to have sex with her, but she wasn't ready yet. I gave her a big understanding smile. 

Before I could say anything else, she shocked the shit out of me!!! She told me that she wasn't sure what to do, she was scared that her boyfriend would find out, that last week, she let his best friend lick ice cream off of her boobs and he put a rubber on a cucumber and shoved it inside of her twat, while she gave him a blow job. I almost ran out of the store. 

When we got home, the kids all came into the kitchen and we made our milkshakes, Scott just had a bowl of ice cream. They had fun.

Thursday July 21, 1988. 4-Nights / 5-back tonight. 

I did something naughty last night. I should feel ashamed, but I don't. After Brad went to work, I washed the cucumbers off and took them back to the bedroom and locked the door. I started to change into my nightgown, but after I took off my bra, I felt kind of tingly standing there topless. I just laid down like that. I was so horny and all I could think about was Matt's big cock. 

GOD, I'M SO HORRIBLE!!! 

It was awful dark, so I got up and lit some candles. Then I took the smallest of the veggies I bought and rubbed it against my pussy and soon I was soaking wet again. I pulled off my panties, so I was now naked. God help me, I started thinking of Matt again and I got up on my knees and held the cucumber in front of my face. 

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Then I started licking and sucking on it, imagining that it was Matt's stiff Dick. The more I sucked, the hotter I got and the deeper I started going down on the cucumber. I took out a condom and put it on another veggie, then stuck the end of it into my pussy. 

With the cucumber inside of me a little ways, I went back to sucking on the first one. As I lowered myself onto the one in my vagina and I came!! I had an orgasm. God, I've never even touched myself before. But, I gave myself an orgasm that quick!!!! AND IT WAS GOOD!!! Smile. 

I rolled over onto my back, reached down and started thrusting it in and out, until I came again. I went back to practicing on the first one in my mouth until I could almost deep throat it. I found out, that the hotter I was, the easier it was to get the cucumber down my throat. 

God, I spent about two hours masturbating, ha ha. Then I got up and put the cukes back in the kitchen. I hid the used condom and wrapper inside of an empty sugar package that was in the trash. God, I'm so nasty xxxxx!!!

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"What the fuck is this shit??? I've never seen her even touch herself. . . And now she's masturbating and thinking about Matt??"

He almost closed the book, he didn't want to read anymore. . . He knew what was going to happen. But, he had to know for sure. . . 

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Brad noticed that she was now only writing down these exploits involving sex. . . Nothing else.

"Was that why she hid this, because she was keeping a record of masturbating??" 

The next couple of nights were repeats, she wrote that she was getting very good at taking the produce down her throat. The last sentence of her entry for the last day she masturbated, she shocked Brad. . . He was flabbergasted:

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Saturday July 23, 1988. 6-Nights / off.

I brought the cucumbers into the bedroom again. . . 

. . . I'm only missing one thing now. I want cum shot onto my face and into my mouth, I want to taste it so bad. Smile.

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Monday July 25, 1988. Off / 1-days tomorrow.

Brad and I made love last night, I think I about drove him through the bed I was so friggin horny. I feel so guilty tho, I fantasized about Matt's cock the whole time. 

I'm so intrigued, I almost feel like I have to have it. I almost slid down and sucked Brad's cock, but I stopped myself. What's wrong with me?? Brad could tell that I was preoccupied with something too. He even asked me what was wrong. I told him I didn't know what he was talking about. Oh God, what am I going to do??

Wednesday July 27, 1988. 2-Days / 3-back tonight.

Matt came by tonight wanting to go to the park, I went with and the he. . . Then we went into. . .

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"Oh fuck. . . She was fantasizing about him when she was with me. That's just fucking great," thought Brad.

Then he wondered why she didn't finish her entry on Wednesday. Did something happen to interrupt her? Kathy almost never missed writing something down, even if it was just a line or two. 

Writing down his work schedule also helped her keep track of when to make plans with her and the children or for doctor appointments and such. He was almost scared to turn the page, he knew what was coming. . . Matt was her last mention before she stopped writing.

He slowly turned the page. . .

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Thursday July 28, 1988. 3-Nights / 4-back tonight.

Oh God, oh God, oh God. . . What did I do??? I should have stayed away. I knew this was going to happen. Now what?? After Brad laid down yesterday evening, Matt drove by with his kids and asked me to go to the park with them. I said no, but, my kids and his both started begging me. I knew I shouldn't have gone. 

Oh God!!!

Me and Matt sat there at the table and I hardly said anything, I felt shy and embarrassed to be around him, almost like a school girl. I could tell that Matt picked up on it, he knew that something was up. I also caught myself glancing at his crotch for a glimpse of the bulge in his pants, I couldn't resist looking!! 

The kids were in the woods playing again, the sun was going down, Matt and I got up from the picnic table and walked over to the woods. As we entered the path, I could hear the children down the trail a good ways up ahead. 

Matt told me, that I'd been awful quiet tonight, and asked if there was anything wrong. He sounded so sympathetic. I looked away as he talked, and told him no, I Just had a lot of things on my mind. Oh my God!!! 

I'M SO SORRY BRAD!!! 

We stopped walking, Matt reached for me, pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. I can't believe what I did next. I wasn't thinking and I slid my hand down and felt Matt's cock through his pants. God, it was so big!!! After a couple of seconds, I came to my senses and pulled away from him. What if the kids saw us??!! 

I didn't say anything at first. God, my heart was racing and I became instantly wet. Then, I knew I was beyond help.

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After a few minutes, I noticed the kids heading our way, so I whispered for him to come down to the house last night at midnight after Brad left for work. and to go to the side door of the garage, I'd be waiting on him.

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Kathy and Brad's bedroom was one of the rooms that Brad had built inside of the garage. It was at the back of the house, away from the rest of the bedrooms. He had left the side entrance there, so they had easy access to the back yard and for Kathy to get to the clothesline. 

It was also hidden well enough by the house next door, that no one could be seen coming and going unless they were directly in front, or looking out of the bedroom window of the house next door.

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I told him to just make sure Brad's truck was gone, then I went back out of the woods and Matt hollered for the kids. As soon as I got out, I hurried to the car. I couldn't believe what I'd just done, what I'd committed myself to, but I had to have that big cock at least once. On the way home, I never said another word. When we got there, all I did was tell them bye and left. 

When Brad got out of bed for work, I know he could tell something was wrong with me again. I would hardly look him in the eyes, and when he asked me what it was, I was so far off in thought, he had to ask me twice. Brad kissed me and headed for work. 

God forgive me, I felt sooooo guilty. But I felt so alive with excitement too!! And I was so wet!!!!! After Brad was gone, I checked to make sure the kids were all asleep and walked back to the bedroom. I locked the door, lit some candles and took off all of my clothes. I went over to the side door, opened it a little and waited. 

A little while later, Matt walked up and I let him in. God!!! I felt so nasty standing there naked in front of him. I nervously told him to take off his clothes. He sure didn't waste any time. He looked kind of odd standing there. He's so skinny and that cock looked so out of place somehow. It hung half way to his knees!!! 

AND HE WAS STILL SOFT!!!

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He came to me and then our tongues were deep in each other's mouths. I was sooo aroused!!! I was tingling all over!! I knew what I was going to do next, I'd been thinking about it for several days and been practicing. I got down on my knees and took Matt's cock into my hands, I stroked it and just stared at it for a while. 

I started accepting what I was about to do. I told myself, that Matt was not my husband and I was a dirty slut and I loved it. I was going to suck every drop of cum out of that beautiful cock. I was a nasty whore and I wanted to suck that cock sooo bad. 

I leaned forward, touching the head with my lips, then rubbed it back and forth across my them. I opened my mouth and took the head inside. I swirled my tongue around it and licked the pre cum out of the opening. Oh my God, that tasted so good!!! 

Matt's cock was hard and it was much bigger than I ever dreamed it would be, bigger than most of the one's I seen in those porn flicks. I sucked his cock into my mouth as far as I could take it and almost gagged, but I adjusted. 

I was so dripping wet, and I was able to take it almost all of the way into my throat. I almost had an orgasm right then!! Just from that!! 




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I started going up and down as fast as I could and put my hand around the part of his dick that wouldn't go in my mouth. I took my mouth off of him for a little bit and told him to cum in my mouth and all over my face and that I wanted his cum!! 

I don't know what came over me!! I ran my tongue down and licked his balls for a few seconds, then I went back up and took the tip into my mouth and stroked him as I did. 

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Then took his cock back into my mouth, and sucked hard as I stroked. Matt started moving his hips and told me he was going to come. God, this is making me so horny again just writing about it!! 

I still had his cock in my mouth for the first couple of squirts, then I pulled back a little and let the rest shoot all over my face. I kept stroking, took his cock and painted his cum all over my face and squeezed the rest of his cum out, took my other hand and pushed it all into my mouth. I looked right at Matt, and swallowed it all. 

WOW, WOW, WOW!! 

I just got a taste of my first big cock and my first big load of cum in my mouth and down my throat. Oh God!! 

I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!!!

I began to stroke and suck on Matt's cock again and told Matt how good his cum tasted, then told him to get on the bed. My pussy was buzzing God, it was the hottest I've ever been!! I was yearning to be touched, but I sucked and licked his cock until it was standing up again. 

I was so over come with lust for that huge cock, that I didn't even think about Brad. I'm horrible, but I needed. . . No, I craved that COCK, I had to have it!! I climbed onto the bed, straddled Matt and guided his cock to my pussy and lowered myself slowly onto his MONSTER COCK!!! 

Oh my God!!! I've never felt anything like that before in my life!! Just putting it in me, I almost had an orgasm. Once I began to ride him, it didn't take me long to have a BIG, BIG orgasm!!! 

I rode him a little more and got the KY jelly out and rubbed it all over my ass. Matt just looked at me funny, he didn't know what I was doing. I don't even think he knew what the KY was?? 

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I took his cock and pushed it up against my butt hole, and sat down on him a little. He just about freaked out when he figured out where his cock was going, ha ha. He said, oh God, he'd never fucked a woman in the ass before!! 

I put my finger to my lips, told him to hush and just let me do the work, to hold still until I got his cock all the way in. I lowered myself slowly and went up and down, and worked his cock a little deeper each time, until I was able to take most of it inside. 

I leaned forward and started to ride his cock with my ass really slow. I felt my ass open up a little more and I was finally able to take all of it. 

OH MY GOD!!

I've never felt anything like that before, Oh! After he was in all of the way, I went slowly at first, then bucked and bounced, rode him hard and fast. Getting up off of my knees and onto my feet, I was able to ride him harder and a little deeper. I rode up and down on him like a wild woman, then we got a rhythm going. 

On about every fourth upstroke, I would rise up so that Matt's cock only had his head left in my ass, then I would plunge back down taking it all.

GOD!!!! that was amazing!! 

Then it happened, my moment of truth had arrived, I have been fantasizing about an anal orgasm from a big cock like this for as long as I can remember. GOD!!! It was worth every bit of the wait!! I came in waves!! I kept riding him and swore I was having an orgasm on every single stroke. 

Matt shot another thick load of his cum deep inside of my ass. I moved myself around with his cock still inside of me and laid down on his chest.

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We laid there with his cock in me until it went soft. When I climbed off, I managed to move up and down a couple of times slowly on his soft cock and managed to have another orgasm!! I wondered what it would be like to just leave his cock inside of me from now on. But, I'd have to take it out to go to the bathroom. Ewe, ha ha. 

I rolled off of Matt and looked at the clock. It was almost two thirty. It didn't seem like two and a half hours had passed already, it felt more like about twenty minutes. I was so lost in Matt's cock that I'd forgotten all about time. 

He told me that he better get home, Cindy would be getting off soon and he should be there in bed when she got there. I asked him if he would be back tonight and he said he would. Then, I warned him to make sure Brad's truck wasn't parked outside! 

Oh my God, I'm nothing but a filthy fucking whore, a slut. But, I like it, oh my God do I like it!! I slipped into the bathroom and took another shower, then went to bed. I didn't get up until about 10:30 this morning, when I walked into the kitchen, I had a big smile on my face. 

Brad asked what was wrong with me last night. I told him I was just thinking about my dad. In fact, I was smiling almost all day today. I didn't go in and lie down with Brad today like I normally do either. Doing that would probably make me feel guilty. God, I'm sooo turned on after writing this!! Smile.

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Brad had known since he first saw Matt's name in the book and the fact that it was hidden, that this wasn't going to be good.

"Oh my God, she actually fucked him. . . I knew it!! I knew it then!! And she sucked his cock, after denying me all of these years!!"

He could feel the hollowness in his chest and the tears welling up. . . He couldn't believe how much detail that she'd gone into about fucking Matt, she would hardly even talk to him about sex.

Brad just sat there staring out the windshield, he was lost and didn't know what to do. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack. 

"If I die here in the Jeep, with this book on my lap, at least she'll know what. . . Who killed me. I've got to know why she's even still with me. . ." he thought.

He read on. . .

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In the next thirteen pages, Brad read how the next two nights (July 29, 30) were a repeat of the first, Kathy wrote, that she was on a sexual high and she now understood how people could separate love and sex, this was pure sex! How she absolutely loved and adored Brad, but the sex with Matt was so amazing and she almost couldn't stand him as a person. But, she had to have his cock, she needed it, she craved it. 

On Brad's last night at work for the week (July 31), Matt stayed home. It was the weekend and Cindy was off of work. Kathy was almost jealous, wondering if Matt was using that fantastic cock on Cindy.

On Brad's first night off, he and Kathy hadn't made love. She told him that she was a little under the weather, that she would probably feel better the next night. Well, she didn't feel any better the next night either, or the two nights after that. 

Kathy wrote that she was scared that her pussy and ass was all stretched out from Matt's huge cock and Brad would be able to tell what she'd been up to. She avoided him all four of his nights off (Aug 1, 2, 3, 4 ).

On Brad's first night back tho, Matt was ramming his cock in and out of Kathy's pussy and ass with a fervor:

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Friday Aug 5, 1988. 2-Days / 3-back tonight.

Matt was here again last night. . .

Brad just skimmed through, not really wanting to read about what she had done again. . . He read through quickly, just until he saw any new activities that they were trying. . .

. . . Matt got behind me and I had my first doggy style anal sex, and my first orgasm for the night. Then we did reverse cowgirl, I stayed on my feet, and leaned back. Matt reached around and put two of his fingers inside of my pussy and finger fucked me, while I rode up and down with his cock in my ass. 

I had an absolutely explosive orgasm like I've never had before!! I literally SOAKED the bed, I actually squirted. I didn't know that was real!! I remember seeing that in one of those porn movies that me and Brad watched one time. 

Holy shit!! That was absolutely amazing , God, I love being a no good dirty whore. After Matt left, I changed the sheets so there would be no evidence.

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The next eleven pages showed, that Kathy and Matt were only able to get together two nights this week (Aug 5, 6), because Brad's work schedule put his last two work nights on the weekend, Cindy would be home. It was the same activities as before. . . All the things that she had refused to do with Brad, she willingly did with Matt.

Kathy wrote that she held back from letting Brad make love to her again this week (Aug 9 thru 12). She thought he might be starting to get suspicious that there was something going on, so on his last night off (Aug 12), Kathy and Brad did have a quickie, but it was vaginal sex, she wouldn't let Brad anywhere near her ass. 

She told him, that she had gone to the bathroom so much the last couple weeks that she thought her asshole was about to unpucker. But, she knew that going to the bathroom had nothing to do with why her asshole was all stretched out. It was the constant ramming that she had been getting from Matt's massive cock that'd done it.

Because Brad's revolving schedule conflicted with Cindy's this week, Kathy and Matt only had one night (Aug 13th) to be together.

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Saturday Aug 13, 1988. 3-Nights / 4-back tonight.

When Matt got here last night, I told him I wanted to change things up a bit this time. We had been together 5 times now, this would be the 6th and that he hadn't eaten my pussy once. I had sucked his cock to orgasm every time, then he stuck that beautiful cock of his inside of my ass, but he hadn't touched me yet with his tongue. 

I told him to get naked and lie on the bed. After he laid down, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Matt's face, then lowered my pussy towards his mouth. I told him to suck on my pussy and suck on it good. I took his cock into my mouth and since he wasn't completely hard, I was able to swallow it all the way down to the base. 

With it turned around like this, it slid into my throat a lot easier. It got hard inside of my mouth and it was a lot easier to keep it in my throat, I still had my face pressed into his pubic hair when he became fully erect. 

Matt started licking on my pussy, but he wasn't real good at it. I was getting turned on by having his cock in my throat tho. I bobbed my head up and down slowly, and could feel the lump of his cock with my hand on my neck, I had swallowed it completely. 

Matt let out a groan and shot a big load of cum right down my throat. I slid my mouth off of his cock and told him that was cheating, I wanted that in mouth so that I could taste it. Ha, ha. 

I kept licking and sucking his cock to bring him back up. I tried to position myself so that Matt's tongue would go into my ass, but he was having no part of that. I finally realized that Matt had no clue how to eat pussy, so I climbed off and rolled over onto my back, lifted my legs into the air, spread them apart and told him to fuck my cunt.

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He climbed on top and stuck his cock into my cunt. After we fucked for a few minutes, I told him that I wanted him to fuck my ass!! After he fucked my ass for a while, I told him to let me know when he was going to come. 

GOD, I'M SOOO NASTY!! 

He told me he was about ready and I told him to take his cock out of my ass and stick it in my mouth!! Matt was a little shocked, but he pulled his cock out of my ass, slid up and straddled my chest, leaned in and pushed his cock up to my mouth. 

I grabbed it, pulled it to my face and started sucking and stroking hard. Matt exploded inside of my mouth and I kept sucking and swallowing at the same time. I milked him for very last drop and kept on sucking. I finally let his cock go, looked up at him and told him that I was such a fucking whore, a fucking slut, and I was his slut, that I loved his cock and I wanted it to live inside of me!!! 

God, this makes me so horny. Maybe I should send this book to that company that puts those letters books out that me and Brad used to read all of the time. Smile.

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The tears were flowing now, as vanilla as she had always been when she had sex with Brad, she had turned into a total slut with Matt.

"She was actually doing those things that we read about in those books with him. Is she still fucking him?" Brad wondered.

He thought that she didn't have time to be fucking anybody now, since he didn't work anymore.

"We're always together, she doesn't have time. . . unless she does it when I'm out fishing, which isn't very often. Hell, I've only been three or four times in the last two years! Wait a minute!! Is she really with her mother today, or is she meeting with someone?"

Brad didn't have a cell phone. With his arthritic hands, he had trouble dialing the small numbers and it seemed every time he picked one up, he hung it up or pushed a button he shouldn't have. 

Plus he felt he didn't need a tracking device for his wife or the federal government. He'd been telling people for years that the feds were listening to everybody, and they'd called him paranoid. . .

"It'll all come out one day," he always said.

Kathy and her mother both carried phones tho, now he kind of wished he had one, so he could call Kathy's mother and make sure that's where she was.

"Did she fuck around on me up until I quit working??" he wondered.

Then, he remembered that Kathy had gone to a birthday party with her sister for a mutual friend of their's just last week. Tina had picked her up around five, and she had come home around midnight. 

Kathy nor her sister either one drank alcohol, maybe a glass of wine here and there, but that was all. So Brad hadn't really worried too much about them getting drunk and driving. Kathy had looked kind of haggard when she came in, and told him that she ate something that didn't agree with her, and she was going to bed.

"I wonder if the reason she looked like that was because she got the shit fucked out of her?" he thought.

He looked back down and started reading again. . .

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The next two nights (Aug 14, 15) had Kathy sexually frustrated something terrible. To top it off, the only thing she could think about was Matt pounding Cindy's pussy with that lovely cock, while she was stuck here alone. 

On the 13th, during the afternoon after Matt and Kathy's last encounter, Matt and Cindy had driven past the house while Kathy was getting the mail. They both smiled and waved. Kathy smiled back and said to herself, 

"That's my cock, get away from him you bitch."

Then she wrote, what is wrong with me, she's my friend, am I gonna let Matt's cock come between us? God, I just might!! I wish I could fuck him all of the time.

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Monday Aug 15, 1988. 5-Nights / 6-back tonight.

Brad was sleeping and I was out in the yard this evening, I was bent over pulling weeds from my roses, when I heard my my next door neighbor, Kurt say something. I didn't hear what he said at first, so I asked him to repeat himself. He asked me if anybody had ever told me, that I had a beautiful ass? 

I was shocked. Then he said, that he'd seen that I've been having a visitor at night after my husband goes to work. He had a big smirk on his face and I didn't know what to say. Then he said, he thought that maybe he could sample a piece of my gorgeous ass himself and thought he would like to stick his tongue in there for a taste. He was pretty damn sure of himself!! 

I still didn't know what to say, then, I wondered if he was serious about sticking his tongue in my ass? Cindy took tonight off, her and Matt are going to a party, so he's not coming tonight. I'm really frustrated and horny as fuck!! I even wondered how big Kurt's cock was, ha ha ha, and I almost said it out loud!!! 

I told him to come over to the side door tonight at midnight and if I was willing I'd be at the door. Then I turned back to my roses. I haven't decided yet. . . Or have I?? Ha ha. What the hell am I doing, I'm nothing but a cock craving slut!! I love it. Smile. 

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Tuesday Aug 16, 1988. 6-Nights / off. 

I showered and douched before Brad got up for work last night. After he headed to work, I checked to make sure the kids were asleep and headed to my bedroom, locked the door, lit some candles and took off my clothes. I went over to the door and opened it a crack, just in time to see Kurt coming out of his back door. 

He came over to the chain link fence dividing our properties and climbed over. I thought about how funny it would be, if Kurt fell and slammed his balls on the fence as he was climbing over. But, then again, I needed cock last night! Smile. 

When I let Kurt in the door, he saw that I was naked and he said, 

"Man!! You're ready to go aren't you?" 

I looked at him and told him to just take his clothes off and to give me his cock!! Kurt sure didn't waste any time getting his clothes off. He walked over to me, pulled me close and our tongues were doing the tango in no time. 

I pushed him back on the bed, went to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. I thought he might be close in size to Brad, but I really couldn't tell. It's been so long ago and it was only a few times that I actually took Brad completely into my mouth. 

Kurt was a lot easier to deep throat than Matt. I was humming as I sucked his cock all the way in, It sure didn't take him long. He moaned and shot a huge load into my mouth, it overflowed all over my hand. I looked up at Kurt and said, MMMM , then licked every bit of the cum off of my hand and swallowed every last drop!! 

He said he was sorry, it'd been a long time, he had quite a build up. I told him, that it was OK, I love cummmm, It tastes soo good!! Ha, ha. Smile.

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I looked at him and told him, that I was a filthy slut and whore, and that I looovve cock, now I was going to get his cock working again!! I put my leg up over his head and sat down on his face, then told him; to stick his tongue into this slut's asshole Kurty boy, that I'd been waiting all evening!! 

GOD!! I FELT SO NASTY!! 

And he worked me over GOOD!! Kurt started at the top of my pussy, licked his way to my ass, then back to my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clitoris for a while, then worked his way back to my ass. He teased me a little more, then he thrust his tongue inside of my ass. He fucked my ass with his tongue, thrust it in as far as it would go. 

I'd been working his cock and it was hard again. I was licking it like a lollipop, flicking my tongue inside his pee hole. Then I told him to stop, that was enough, that I wanted his cock inside of my ass now!! 

I climbed off and turned around, then lowered myself down and guided his cock to my ass. I lowered myself down until his head was just inside. My ass was so loose from Matt's huge cock, that when I sat down on his cock, I buried it to the hilt with one move. 

I rode Kurt like a wild woman until I had an orgasm, then kept going until I'd had two more . They weren't as intense as with Matt, but I really needed this, Matt wasn't here and he was. Kurt let out a groan that he was gonna cum! 

I climbed off, went down and took his cock back in to my mouth and stroked another creamy load out of his balls. Then I licked, sucked and cleaned him off, and swallowed every last drop. I climbed back up, facing him , and straddled his face again. Then told him to make me come again!!!

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He licked up and down my cunt and teased my asshole with his tongue a little. He went for my clit, started sucking and licking. Then he slipped two fingers into my ass and started finger fucking me. 

I rode his face until I had another strong orgasm. As Kurt was leaving, he thanked me and said that he'd been watching me for years and I didn't know how long he'd wanted to taste my ass and pussy. When he got ready to leave, I kissed him and told him that we'd be doing this again, I'd let him know when.

GOD I LOVE COCK SO MUCH!! 

I can't get enough. I'm such a FUCKING WHORE!! After Kurt left, I laid in bed and thought about why my mom had been so upset about Kimberly sucking on Jack's cock. Maybe my mom was having a wild time with Jack, the same as I am with Matt. And now, Kurt too. Maybe she's just jealous of Kimberly. Is she married to her soul mate, but needs a bigger cock to have guilt free, filthy, dirty slut sex with? Just like me!!! Smile. 

And just like me, she can't let her husband see that side of her, for fear that he will leave. God, I even thought about Todd that I used to work with about 10 years ago, My God he was SO hot!! I wonder how big his cock was?? Maybe I should have fucked him, he wa. . . Noooooo, that would have screwed up things with Brad, I wouldn't have him. 

Brad!!! Why can't I be like this with Brad?? I want to so bad, but he would think I'm a whore, he would wonder if I had been with a bunch of guys before I met him. Or he would think that I was cheating on him. I would be damaged goods. But, God what have I been doing??

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"I almost wish Todd would have got her now, I wouldn't have to be be dealing with this shit, and Kurt, I. . . I knew I should have kept a closer eye on him." Brad thought.

"Why, why. . . Why did she do this?!!"

He felt rage building inside, as he looked back down at the book.

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I feel guilty but, I don't love Matt or Kurt. It's just sex.

AND GOOD SEX TOO!!!

Wednesday Aug 17, 1988. Off / Off. 

I feel so bad. After Brad got off of work yesterday morning, he stayed up all day and evening just so he could spend some time (sex) with me. I was scared that he would be able to tell that I'd been with Matt because he's so big. 

He was eating my pussy and he started working his way down to my ass. I stopped him and told him I still did't feel right down there. He smiled at me, I know he was just teasing around when he asked me if I would just suck on his cock then. 

I told him that he knew I couldn't do that. He said that I did it that one time. I told him that he would think I was a whore if I did that. He told me that he would never think that. Then he said, 

"You're not fucking anybody else are you?" 

He sounded like he was just being sarcastic, but, my face turned red and I couldn't look at him. I quickly slid down and took the head of his cock into my mouth, then I slid his cock in all the way and started going up and down on it. I could feel Brad's heart race, I know he thought I was actually gonna do it. I feel terrible because it was not to be. 

After about twenty seconds, I pulled up and told him I couldn't. I still wouldn't look at him, I couldn't. I was breathing so hard, I almost wasn't able to talk. I know he could see how turned on I was. I know I'll never forget the look he gave me. 

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Like he could see right through me like he knew that I was doing that with someone else. Then, something that has never happened before, happened. He started going limp. I told him I was sorry. I felt so bad. 

He just said it was alright and reached for his underwear. I looked at him and asked him what he was doing, I thought he wanted to. . . He cut me off and said he was too damn tired anyway, and he rolled over to go to sleep. What have I done?? I think I broke his spirit. I cried myself to sleep.

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As Brad sat there in a state of shock, he now almost wished he'd never read the journal, or even found it at all. 

Looking back, Brad remembered most of these things happening like it was yesterday. He almost remembered these conversations word for word. He remembered that, for a couple of months during those times, Kathy had all but cut him off from sex. 

Telling him she was not feeling good, he had been worried sick, that she might have something seriously wrong with her. Well, it seems she did have something wrong. She had become an addict, she was addicted to Matt's cock. 

His worst fears, his suspicions about Kathy and Matt were all true. And, that asshole Kurt was fucking her too. She was doing things with them that she would never do with him. 

That hollow feeling came into his chest again, he had never felt this kind of emptiness in his life. It felt as if his soul was being ripped out. 

"I guess I wasn't man enough for her, I knew I would never be able to hold on to a woman like her. All of these guys chasing after her all of the time. . . It was only a matter of time," he said to himself quietly, as the tears started to flow. 

She had sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum. If she would have sucked his cock, letting him cum in her mouth, he never would have thought she was a whore. He knew, and could tell that she was truthful with him about how many guys she'd been with before they met. 

"But now what?" he wondered. 

Brad's head was spinning in turmoil, his mind was asking all sorts of questions. 

"Why is she even still with me?"

"Have I just been here, because she new that I would take care of her, provide her a comfortable living?" 

"If I wouldn't have had that good paying job, would she have found someone with more money to support her?" 

"Did it continue after we moved up here, across town?" 

"Has she continued to see Matt all of these years? 

Was he driving up here to fuck her after I went to work? That son of a bitch was probably parked down the street, waiting for me to leave," Brad thought. 

"If it HAD ended between them. Why? How could she give up that Beautiful big cock?"

"Just how many other guys has she fucked? Or sucked their cocks?"

Brad's mind then turned to Matt's wife, Cindy, 

"Did she find out about Matt and Kathy, was that why they stopped?" 

Brad remembered Cindy being quite flirty with him a couple of times. 

"Was she actually hitting on me, or was it just in her nature to act that way?" 

"Did she know about Matt and Kathy and didn't care? Were they swingers?"

In high school, Cindy was OK looking, but not really pretty. She had a nice, thin and shapely body tho. Her long, dark brown hair hung straight about three fourths of the way down her back and she wore thick, dorky looking black framed glasses. 

After graduation, her features matured a little, she started wearing makeup and had styled her hair to make it a little wavy. She had traded those horrible thick glasses for some small, John Lennon style, wire frames. Twelve years after school was out, she wasn't as pretty as Kathy, but she was kind of cute by then.

Brad also remembered an incident with Cindy back around that same time too. She was in an accident or something. 

"What was it?" he wondered.

Then it came to him. It had happened not long before he and Kathy had decided to move. Cindy worked as an aid in a nursing home and one night, she was helping bathe an elderly patient, who had been stricken with Alzheimer's. 

He was a very large man and still very strong. He had an 'episode,' took a swing at Cindy, hitting her square in the jaw and nose. She was knocked out cold, her nose and jaw broken. She had to have several surgeries, had lost her sense of smell, and had blurred vision, among other things. She was off of work for at least a year.

"That's what happened," Brad thought, "I remember now." 

After what had happened to Cindy came back to him, he remembered seeing Matt and Cindy at Walmart, about a year before. Cindy's face was still screwed up from the assault, although her face was aimed at his, her eyes were focused down at the floor. 

As she started to speak to him, she had to raise her head to be able to look him in the eyes and her speech was slurred. That old man had really done a number on her, Brad really felt sorry for her. 

He thought that Matt must really love her tho, because she was kind of funky looking now, and they were still together. 

Then, Brad thought about paying Matt a visit and making his face match Cindy's. He also thought it funny now, that Matt had been small, about one hundred and forty pounds when they were neighbors, now he looked to be every bit of three hundred pounds. 

"Wonder if Kathy wants to suck his cock now," Brad said out loud.

"But, what about Kurt?" 

Then he remembered, Kurt sold his house and moved about ten miles away. And then remarried. 

"I should still look him up," thought Brad.

Was there anybody else? He looked back down to read some more. 

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After Kathy had started to give him a blowjob, and then stopped so suddenly, the rest of Brad's nights off (Aug 18, 19, 20) went by and he never even approached Kathy for sex at all. Aug 21 was a Sunday and Cindy was off. 

Kathy was on her period Aug 22 through the 28th, so nobody got any. Even though she liked mostly anal sex, she wasn't messing around while she was 'on the rag,' that's just gross, were her words. 

Aug 29, 30 she was still a little under the weather from her period. There was no sexual activity to speak of, so there was hardly anything written. 

It was Aug, 31st before Kathy and Matt were able to get together again. It had been over two weeks, almost three, since she'd had Matt's cock, and she was lusting for it.

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Wednesday Aug 31, 1988. 5-Nights / 6-back tonight. 

When Matt got here last night, I was standing outside of the door, naked. After we went in, Matt started to push the door shut, but I stopped him and told him to leave it open, I had an idea.

After Matt undressed, I put my hand around his cock and led him outside. Ha, ha ha, Matt protested and wanted to know what I was doing. I told him to just be quiet and enjoy. 

I pushed him back against the side of the garage and got down on my knees, took his cock into my mouth and started sucking. Matt was freaking out and said somebody was going to see us. So. . . that's exactly what I was hoping for. I wanted Kurt to be at the window, watching me work this fantastic cock. 

I pulled my mouth off of him, walked over to the fence, only about three feet from Kurt's bedroom window. I spit on my hand and rubbed on my asshole. Then, I turned around, leaned over and put my hands on the top rail of the fence. I told him to come over there and put his cock in my ass.

What a chicken shit, 

"But, somebody is gonna see us." 

I told him that maybe I want them to. He finally came over to me and pressed his cock against my pussy. He told me that he wanted to get his cock good and wet first, before he stuck it in my ass.

He worked his cock in and out a few times and I almost had an orgasm!! Smile. I haven't had his cock inside of me, or any sex at all for that matter, for almost 3 weeks now. 

I'm glad that I've been writing this all down, it has kept me stay sane for the last couple of weeks. When I read it and play with myself!!! Ha ha. God, I never thought I would ever do that.

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Matt's cock has given me feelings I can't describe, I just want to come all of the time now!! 

Back outside. . . Ha ha, Matt pulled his cock out of my pussy, moved it up and slid it back and forth between my ass cheeks. He put his cock head against my asshole and rubbed it around a little, then he pushed his cock in. I pushed back and worked up and down until his cock was buried inside. 

Just as he got it in all the way in, a car went by. Matt was flipping out again, but I had been looking directly into Kurt's bedroom window, trying to see if he was watching. When the car passed, the light from the headlights was visible coming through the living room window, passing through the house and out of the bedroom window.

There he was, I saw his shadow when the car passed. That really turned me on, I started pushing back at Matt wildly and I had one hell of an orgasm. 

I could tell that Matt was about to come, so I pushed him back, dropped to my knees and took his cock into my mouth and sucked hard. When he groaned, I pulled his cock out of my mouth, he shot his cum all over my face. Then I rubbed his cum all over with his cock. 

I told Matt that we could go in then. I could tell that he was really relieved when he walked towards the door. I turned back facing Kurt's bedroom window, with cum dripping from my face and flipped him off. 

When we were back inside, I told Matt to lie on the bed, then went down between his legs and took his cock into my mouth again. I asked him if he'd had his big beautiful cock inside of Cindy the last couple of weeks. I don't think he wanted to tell me, but he said yeah.

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I sucked on his cock a little bit, then asked him if she sucked on his cock like I did. He said, that she didn't do that. He said it in a voice so low, I almost didn't hear him. 

I told him; that's right, she's not a dirty little slut like I am, is she? Then I asked him if maybe she had a different cock that she liked to suck on, did he ever think about that? Then I told him that I loved sucking his cock. 

Matt never responded to my remark about Cindy sucking someone else. I sucked in and inched my way down until his cock was all the way into my throat. Matt put his hands on my head, guiding me up and down, he was fucking my face. 

He shot another load of cum right down my throat and I never moved, and kept sucking and making humming noises. He started to go a little limp once , but he came back again. 

I lubed up my ass with KY, then climbed up and straddled him, reverse cowgirl. I put his cock head against my ass, then I pushed down until his head popped in. I worked up and down until his cock was in a bit. Then I laid back onto his chest, lifted and spread my legs, pulled my legs to my chest and told him to put his arms around my legs to hold them. 

I then slid down, impaling myself with his cock in my ass. I told him to hold onto my legs, work me up and down and to fuck my ass. Hard!! Matt started rocking me back and forth on his cock while he thrust upward. 

God!!! I had another intense orgasm. I told him to keep going and soon, he was ready to come. I was about ready to have another orgasm and I told him to hold on a second, I was about there!! I came again just as Matt shot a load deep inside of me.

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The twitching of his cock and the warmth of Matt's cum shooting inside of me was intense!! After we were spent, I laid there with Matt's softening cock still inside of me for a long time. I was thinking again, how I just wanted to leave it in there forever. 

Matt kind of freaked out again, he said, Oh shit, it was almost three o' clock, he had to get home and in bed, before Cindy got there!! Ha ha. I told him to call her up and tell her that his little slut was using her cock tonight, she could have it back in a couple of days. 

Matt tried to push me off of him, so he could get dressed and leave, but I told him to wait just a minute!! I made him lay there while I moved up and down on his soft cock a few times, while I had another orgasm!! Matt got up, got dressed and left. I hope he beat Cindy home. 

This morning when Brad got home from work at 10:30, I was still in bed asleep. Andy was sitting on the bed playing, beside me. Brad shook me and woke me up, asked me if there was something wrong with me, was I sick? After I was fully awake, looking at him, Brad quizzed me some more.

He said that a couple of weeks ago, I was sleeping like this. That I had told him last week that I wasn't feeling good, now when he came home at ten thirty I was asleep again. I just looked at him, hoping that he couldn't sense anything. I told him that I just couldn't get to sleep last night. 

Brad came over and put his arms around me today, he said he only had one more night to work this week, was I planning on maybe loving him a little this week? I pulled away, I don't know what's wrong with me. 

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I told him I didn't know and I turned away from him. I think he might be getting suspicious!! 

New Natl Guard guy is bringing me some pants to fix on Monday. He's supposed to be here at 1:00. I do a lot of sewing now $$$$. 

Thursday Sept 1, 1988. 6-Nights / Off. 

Yesterday evening, after Brad went to bed, Matt and I took the kids to Hilltop Park again. We were sitting at our usual table talking and I told him that I was so horny for his cock that I felt like climbing on top of him right there on the picnic table, right then, out there in the open.

Matt just flickered his eyebrows up and down at me when I said that. When the sun started to set, we got up and headed for the woods to get the kids. When we walked inside, I could hear them and could tell they were a pretty good ways off, all the way down by the creek. I took Matt by the hand and led him off of the trail a ways. 

I'm so fucking nasty, ha ha!! Smile. 

I got down on my knees, reached up and unbuckled his belt. He asked me what on earth I was doing? I told him to shut up, I wanted to suck his cock. I quickly unsnapped his pants and pulled down his zipper, then pulled his pants down around his knees and took his cock into my mouth. 

Matt was still soft, and I swallowed it in one big gulp, I started pumping his manhood with my mouth as I swirled my tongue around. He was becoming hard quickly and I put my hands on his ass and started pushing his cock down my throat, I thrust my face back and forth. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and I rubbed it all over my face. 

I told him that I was his cum slut, I wanted his cum, to shoot his cum down my throat, and that I loved his cock. I pulled his cock back to my mouth and thrust my face back onto it so fast, that I gagged a little, spittle came up from my throat and ran out of my mouth.

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There I was, on my knees in the woods with his massive cock in my mouth and long strings of spit running down my face and dripping onto the ground. 

GOD, I'M SUCH A FUCKING WHORE!!!! 

Once I had him back down my throat, Matt grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face, just as fast and hard as if he was fucking my pussy. GOD!! My cunt was soaked!! 

I wished the kids weren't there, so that I could have fucked him right then and there. Matt shot a massive load in my mouth and down my throat. I told him I couldn't get enough of his cum, that I was a cum slut fucking whore!! 

With cum running out of the corners of my mouth I walked towards the trail and the now dim light of the opening out of the woods, while Matt waited on the kids. I didn't hear him holler, so they must have been coming already. I was glad that they didn't come up there a little sooner. 

As I walked towards the car, an older couple passed me on the way and smiled. I think the woman must have seen the cum all over my face, because when I turned and looked at her, she was looking back at me with shock on her face. 

I got in the car and found a Kleenex in the glove box, then walked over to the drinking fountain. I got it wet and wiped off the spit and cum that was left on my face. I felt SO nasty!! By the time the kids and I got home, it was well after dark, so I fed the kids a snack, rushed to get them into bed and went in for a quick shower.




Only in a Dream Ch. 06



Cindy had the flu and stayed home from work for two evenings, so Matt wasn't available for the next two nights. Kathy told Kurt that she was under the weather for those two nights. Kathy had written that Kurt's cock was actually smaller than Brad's and tho he was good for a little DP action, he wasn't worth cheating on Brad with.

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"Well, that was nice of the fucking cunt to say!!" Brad said.

To understand Brad's plight, please read the first 5 chapters.

Brad has had his worst fears come true, after finding and reading one of his wife's old journals, he finds out that his loving wife of 34 years had had an intense sexual relationship with two different neighbors 25 years ago. He also found that she was sleeping with a young man 13 years her junior at the time.

In this chapter, Brad continues his misery as he forces himself to read through more of the journal. He finds that there was quite a bit of drama that also occurred at that time.

He feels like he needs to finish, so he can have closure on why... Or if the affairs had ever stopped. 

After I decided to divide the long version up, I never posted the conclusion. So, if you read the original long version of this, the next 2 chapters (Ch. 7 and 8) will be the conclusion to the story.

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Friday Sept 9, 1988. 6-Nights / Off. 

Last night, I was showered and cleaned up early again. After I put the kids to bed, I sat down on the couch to watch a little TV and relax before Brad got up for work. And my fuck buddies would be here!! Smile. 

I guess the lack of sleep over the last couple of nights was starting to catch up with me, I dozed off. While I slept, I had a vivid dream that Matt was fucking me in the ass, right there on the couch. I dreamed that I was having one of those continuous orgasms, and Brad walked in and started talking to me as Matt pounded my ass with his cock. 

I told Brad, that Matt was my new lover, that he was going to move in and Brad would have to move into one of the children's rooms. I awoke with a start and cried out , oh Matt!! I was holding my legs back, spread apart and I was humping wildly into the air. I looked around to make sure no one had seen me. My pussy was sopping wet and tingling and I could feel little twitches in my rectum. Was that a wet dream? I almost had an orgasm in my sleep!! 

I felt a little guilty, but was turned on something fierce!! I couldn't wait until Brad went to work, so that I could get my ass and pussy stuffed full of, Matt's marvelous monster meat. Ha ha! 

I had some weird thoughts when I first woke up. I wondered if, me, Matt and Brad could possibly have a threesome, or maybe Matt could give me a royal fucking, while Brad sat there and watched. Oh, God no!! A little while later, Brad was up getting ready for work and he could tell that I was preoccupied with something again. He asked me what was wrong? I looked a million miles away. 

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I told him nothing, I fell asleep on the couch, and I was having a dream, I think it was a wet dream!! I guess I should have kept my mouth shut, because Brad got curious and asked me what my dream was about. 

I fibbed a little and told him that I dreamed that I was sitting back on the couch with my legs spread and Ma... (I almost called him Matt again!! God, I've got to be careful!!) He was fucking me in the ass really hard. My crotch was soaked, my butt was twitching, it seemed so real, that If I hadn't woken up, I thought I was going to come. 

Brad was a little excited and told me that was going to call in, stay home tonight and fuck my brains out!! He said it with such urgency in his voice. I told him we couldn't afford it, he only had one more night, it'd give him something to look forward to for tonight. 

Brad told me to come into the bathroom. I asked him why and he said he had a little time before he had to leave. I told him we shouldn't, but I headed that way. I walked into the bathroom and Brad followed me, closing the door behind him. He quickly undid the button of my jeans, unzipping them as he sat down on the toilet, he pulled my pants off, lifted me up and sat me on the bathroom sink. 

Then he spread my legs apart, pushed his face into my pussy and started licking. It didn't take me hardly any time, I had a powerful orgasm. He told me to stay right where I was, while he opened the bathroom door and looked at the clock on the kitchen wall. He said he had plenty of time, if he didn't stop anywhere on his way to work. He dropped his pants around his ankles and leaned forward, thrusting his cock inside of my love box.

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I wrapped my legs around him tightly as he pounded away, after few moments, Brad shot a big load deep inside of my cunt. I could feel the warmth of his cum as it flowed into me. He pulled his cock out and quickly wiped himself off with some toilet paper, then pulled up his pants. He kissed me goodbye and said that he would take better care of me tonight, that he loved me. Then, he left for work. 

I was still in the bathroom standing in front of the sink. I told myself that Brad would never know and reached down, stuck two fingers inside of my pussy and scooped out some of Brad's warm cum. I moved my hand to my lips and opened my mouth, as I watched in the bathroom mirror, then I held my hand above my mouth and let some of the cum drip in, tasting it. After that, I licked and sucked every drop of Brad's cum off of my hand and fingers, swallowing it all. 

I asked myself why I can't just suck and eat his cum, instead of Matt's? I left what remained of Brad's cum inside of me and I pulled on my panties, then walked in and checked on the children. I went back to the bed room as usual, locking the bedroom door, and undressed. 

Looking outside, I saw Kurt coming over the fence, heading for the door. As he came in, he told me that he had plans to meet someone at 12:30, he didn't think there would be time enough for him to stick around tonight. I asked him if it was a woman, he said; yeah, a woman he used to date before he got married. 

I told him that he was gonna miss out and to come on over to me. Then, I pulled him close and we kissed for a few moments. I made sure this one was very wet and sloppy. I still had the remnants of Brad's cum in my mouth, Kurt gave me kind of a funny look when we pulled apart.

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I reached down, rubbing his cock through his jeans and told him, good luck with his new girl. As he turned to leave, Matt came to the door and noticed that Kurt looked like he was leaving. He asked Kurt if he was sticking around tonight. Kurt told him no, he had some place else he had to be. 

I told Matt that Kurt had a new woman. Matt and I told Kurt that we would see him later, then Matt came in and shut the door. I turned the light on and got his help putting the mirror back in the same spot that it was the night before. He undressed and I told him to lie on the bed. 

After he laid down on his back, I told him that I wanted him to eat my pussy good tonight, that I fell asleep earlier and dreamed that he was eating my pussy while I was sucking on his big cock. I fibbed a little, but I wanted my pussy eaten. I climbed onto the bed, lifted my leg over him and straddled his face. I told him I'd been wet for hours waiting on that. 

I rubbed my pussy into his face and Matt spread my lips using his tongue, then slipping it inside. I went on to tell him, that I almost had a wet dream about him, and that I had pussy cum dripping out of me ever since. I knew that he had never been much of a connoisseur of pussy and he had little or no experience at all before me, let alone licking a woman fully to orgasm. 

It seemed like there was one problem that Matt might have had. He didn't have any idea what pussy cum should look or taste like. Matt was a trooper tho, he tried his best and went after my pussy like it like it was a lunchtime buffet. Another little problem that Matt had, one that he was very unaware of, was the fact, that the cum that he was licking out of my pussy and swallowing so eagerly, was not mine, it was Brad's, and he was gobbling it up. 

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I was watching in the mirror as we had our sixty nine, I was really enjoying Matt's cock in my mouth and I was smiling because I knew that Matt was eating Brad's cum, I almost laughed out loud. Matt asked me what was so funny. I told him that it was nothing, I was just thinking about somebody's cum. Smile. 

Then I got serious and buried Matt's cock down my throat, as I watched in the mirror. After I was satisfied that Matt had all of Brad's cum out of my pussy, I told him to stand in front of the mirror. I dropped to my knees in front of him, just a short distance from our reflection and took Matt's cock into my mouth. I got a close up view of myself sucking his beautiful cock. I slid my lips down all the way to the base and slowly started moving my head back and forth. 

I took my mouth off of his cock only long enough to tell him to fuck my face and ram his cock down my throat. I opened my mouth wide and went down all of the way again, then I grabbed his ass with my hands and started pushing his cock down my throat. he picked up the pace and started thrusting hard. I started making a God awful sound, but I was so turned on from watching him ram his cock down my throat!! I think it sounded like; auwgacuagucawgucauk, or something like that. Ha ha ha. 

I had slobber and spittle pouring out of my throat and mouth and running down onto my tits. Matt leaned his head back and announced that he was going to come. I pulled his cock out, wrapped both my hands around it and started stroking as I licked his head. I told him to shoot it all over my face, that I wanted to watch him shoot his hot cum all over my face!! 

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"Here it comes baby," he said. 

I looked into the mirror, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue and continued to stroking him, as his huge load of cum sprayed all over my face and tongue. I wrapped my lips around Matt's cock and I stroked and milked every last drop out. 

I watched my reflection in the mirror and I started playing with his cum, rubbing it around with his cock head, pushing it into my mouth, spitting it back onto his cock, to suck it off again. Then, I pushed all I could into my mouth and swallowed it. I started sucking him again and after a while, he was hard again. 

I told Matt to lie down on his back, with his feet facing the mirror. I climbed up onto the bed, facing the mirror and stood over him watching myself. Then, I crouched down and rode him hard as I watched his cock thrust in and out of my ass in the mirror. 

GOD!! THAT WAS SOOO HOT!!

After a few minutes, staying on my feet, I turned around and stuck his cock back into my ass from the opposite direction. I was still watching in the mirror and started riding up and down really quickly, I worked myself into a frenzy and had an explosive orgasm. 

With Matt's cock still buried inside of ass, I maneuvered myself so that I was on my knees. This position gave me a better view of Matt's cock buried inside of my ass. I thought that was so fucking hot!! 

I think my troubles have started, I'm so confused. 

OH GOD, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO!! 

I should have Known better than to ever start this!!

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I started to slowly ride him again, I bent down, pressed my lips to his and our tongues entwined. This time, I rode his cock in a slow, steady rhythm. After a while, I had another orgasm and my mouth was still engaged with Matt's. I started feeling emotions that I've never felt for him before. Am I falling in love with him? We stayed that way and I worked myself up to another orgasm. While I was having this orgasm (my third), Matt also had a strong orgasm.

We laid that way for a long while, with his cock softening inside of me, our mouths still engaged in a passionate kiss. When our mouths finally separated, I realized that we had spent at least the last thirty minutes with our mouths locked in a passionate kiss. While I stared at Matt, the words almost came to my lips, I almost told him that I loved him and wanted to be with him!! 

Maybe the dream of me telling Brad that he'd been replaced was a premonition, maybe this is what I really want. I'm so torn, what do I do? I actually let myself fall in love with this guy. 

I laid my head down onto Matt's chest for a few moments, then I lifted myself off of him. When his soft cock popped out of my ass, I had another 'mini' orgasm. Then I remembered to ask him what it was last week, that he wanted to talk to me about, but he had to hurry home? 

He stammered around for a minute and told me that he hadn't want to say anything in front of Kurt. I asked him what he could possibly want to say, that he didn't want Kurt to hear? I mean, they had both had their cocks in every hole I have and I've swallowed their cum too, what was it? 

He shocked me!!

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Matt, stared into my eyes and told me that he was in love with me, that he loved me and was going to ask me to go away to California with him and start a new life, just him and me.

I'm soooo confused!! I went to him, we engaged in another passionate kiss, and as our lips parted, I looked him in the eyes and told him that I loved him too, but, I didn't know, I pulled back and told him I just didn't know. 

Matt looked at me, smiled and told me that I didn't have to answer him now, to take some time and think about it for a while. Then, he said that we could take off, just the two of us alone, please, he wanted me to be his alone. 

He really shocked me, when he said that he knew that I didn't fuck Brad anymore and wondered why I had ever got together with him to begin with, a woman like me with... Well... And now, Kurt was out of the picture. 

I just stared at him and said that it wasn't that easy, that I loved him, but, I loved Brad too. Then I told Matt, that in fact, I had tricked him last night, I had a confession to make. I was kind of hiding a laugh when I told him about all of the 'pussy cum' he licked out of me, and asked him if he'd ever eaten a girl's pussy until she's had an orgasm before?? 

Matt's face turned red, he looked away and told me not really, no, I was the first that he'd ever touched with his tongue, and he'd only done it to please me. I bit my lower lip and told him that I hated to tell him, but he ate the load of cum that... 

He cut in, and said that, that motherfucker Kurt was here before him, he was just leaving as he got here last night and he had fucked me. That he had licked Kurt's cum out of my pussy, didn't he??

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He was so loud, that I had to shush him, he'd wake my kids up!! I told him, no, he didn't eat Kurt's cum out of my pussy. Matt had a look of relief on his face, as those words came out of my mouth. Until, I said; 

"You ate Brad's cum, he fucked me in the bathroom right before he went to work." 

Matt pursed his lips and frowned at me, said he thought thatI didn't have sex with Brad anymore!! And he that he had Brad's cum. Gawd, that was awful. Ha ha. Smile. 

I told him that, Brad is my husband, and I never once, said that we didn't have sex anymore. Matt looked perplexed and asked me why did we do this then? That he didn't understand, if me and Brad still make love, then why did me and him have such great sex? 

I looked over at Matt and wondered how to explain how I felt. I told him that I adored his cock, if I had never seen it that day in the woods. I never would have... Brad was my first and I... 

Matt cut in again, he couldn't understand, Brad was my first? He thought that I was married before him. I put my hands up for him to stop, and told him no, that my first husband, I should have never married, that I just wanted away from my mother and I regretted it the day I married him. And as far as sex went, he didn't have a clue what he was doing. And in five years, he, not we, had sex only about ten times. 

Matt was still lost and asked me how I ended up with Brad, he just didn't understand any of this. I told him that Brad woke me up to sex, so he is my first, that I loved him and we've been together over ten years.

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Then I explained that couple of years ago he started bringing home X rated tapes, we would watch them and I saw those guys with those big cocks. 

Matt asked me if all I wanted was a big cock to play with. What was the matter, was Brad too small, and didn't I like sucking his little dick anymore? 

I was still trying to think about how to best explain it, I told him NO, that I really, really loved having sex with Brad, but I couldn't do the things with him that I did with Matt. I told him that I didn't suck Brad's cock. Well, maybe a little every once in a while, but for years, especially since he started bringing home those damn dirty movies, that I'd been wanting cum on my face and in my mouth. I'd been craving it and when I saw his cock, how big it was... 

Oh, God, I'd never seen a cock that big before, that I just had to have it, I still craved it and needed it, but I needed Brad too. Matt asked me why I couldn't do those things with Brad and did I mean I wouldn't suck his cock, wouldn't let him fuck me in the ass, but I would do those things with Matt. And I say that I love Brad?? 

I said that Brad fucks my ass all of the time and eats my pussy to get me hot first. That he absolutely loved licking and sucking on my ass to get it ready for his cock. 

Matt then stated that if Brad does all of that for me, he fucks me in the ass, but I won't suck his dick? He said that was fucked up, didn't I think? Then, I think Matt was really confused. I told him not really, that Brad's my husband, if I would suck his cock, he would think I'm a whore and a slut, and a good wife doesn't give blow jobs to her husband. 

He told me that he loved me, he wanted to be with me, and he wanted me all to himself.

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He pleaded that I loved his cock, he loved the way I suck on it and it fit perfectly into my ass. Then he said that we were perfect together, let's go off by ourselves. That of course, he would have to work, but when he was home, we could be naked all of the time and I could sleep with his cock in my ass like I wanted. Matt begged me to please go away with him. 

I said I couldn't just up and leave my children and go with him, who would take care of them? I can't believe what he said then. He told me he knew that Cindy kinda liked Brad, they would be a perfect match. Cindy wouldn't suck cock and Brad's used to that. Maybe he could eat her pussy and lick her ass, then talk her into doing those things. He said he needed me, we we're meant to be together.

I'M SO CONFUSED, what am I going to do????

He pulled me to him and kissed me again. It was passionate again, and I couldn't help myself, I went back down and took his cock into my mouth again. I sucked for a few moments, pulled his cock out of my mouth, looked up and told him that I loved him, I did love him and I couldn't live without his cock. Oh God, I loved his cock, that I did want to live with him, and have it in my mouth and my ass all of the time. 

I pulled my mouth off of his cock, crawled up and straddled him again, this time I put his cock inside of my pussy. I started going up and down slowly and pressed my lips back to his. After a while, I started moving a little faster, then a few moments later, I was humping him for all I was worth. Our lips remained engaged.

~~~~~ 

As my orgasm started to build, I pulled my mouth from Matt's for a few seconds and told him, that oh yes I wanted him, I couldn't live without him, I loved him, I loved him, yes I'd go with him. I told him to make me come lover, oh, I loved him!! 

My orgasm was explosive and Matt came a short time later. As I lifted myself up off of him, his cum dripped out of my cunt onto his cock, I went down, slurped it all up and swallowed it. I glanced over at the clock and noticed that it was 3:45 and told Matt that he had to get home!! 




Only in a Dream Ch. 06



He said he thought he'd stay here last night, that I could tell Brad in the morning that we were taking off together and then we could go down and tell Cindy. He almost looked giddy, I hated to burst his bubble, but I told him I didn't know, I'd have to think about it. 

He said he thought I said that I loved him and that I would go with him. I got up off of the bed and told him that was my orgasm talking. I told him to help me get the mirror back up on the dresser, then he had to go. Matt got up, helped me put the mirror back, dressed and got ready to leave. He said that he was telling Cindy what's been going on, that he was leaving her, because he had fallen in love with me. That I could tell Brad or he would. 

I asked him to please not do that, to just give me a couple days to really think about it, to please not say anything. He gave me a stern look and said that he would give me four nights. The next four nights were Brad's nights off, surely I could tell him in that amount of time. He'd see me on Brad's first night back to work, to let him know if I'd told him by then, or if he had to tell Brad himself.

~~~~~ 

He asked me to Please not have sex with Brad, that he kind of seen me as his now. Then, he walked out of the door and left, I went in and showered, then hurried back to bed. I laid down and started sobbing. 

WHAT AM I GOING TO DO??? 

God I love Brad so much, but I need Matt's cock so bad too!! Going off with him alone sounds so temping. 

******** 

Brad's biggest fears had come true... Kathy had given her heart to someone else and had been contemplating leaving him. Even tho she hadn't, she had still thought about it. Had Cindy having her head busted up by the old man put a guilt trip on Matt? If that had never happened, would Matt and Kathy gone off together?

He was almost numb now, he just read on to she just how much more depraved she would actually become...

******** 

9 / 9 cont...

This morning, after I got the kids off to school, and wrote down my memories from last night, I went into Andy's room, laid down with him and fell back to sleep. I think it was probably about 10:30 when Brad came in. I heard Andy say DADDY!! And jump up and ran to Brad. Then, I heard Brad ask him if he was hungry. 

I was going to get up, but I fell back to sleep, I dosed off and on until 11:30. I heard Brad questioning Andy while I was dosing, but I didn't actually hear any of it. I found out what it was about after I got up. When I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom, Brad was sitting at the kitchen table. He never said a word, then as soon as I finished peeing, wiped and got up, Brad opened the bathroom door and stepped in. 

Before I could pull my pants all the way up, he grabbed me, pushed me against the sink and stuck his hand down my pajama pants towards my vagina. I protested and told him down boy, the baby was right in the other room!! He said that he was just checking for something and he slid his fingers along my slit. It was still a little moist and stretched out from last night. His fingers slipped inside of my pussy pretty easily. I asked him what he was doing? 

He pulled his fingers out of me and stuck them up towards my face so that I could see the cum on his fingers. He asked me if it belonged to Matt. I could feel the color leaving my face, I didn't know what to say, then I remembered, and told him that it was his cum, dummy, he had fucked me before he went to work last night, didn't he remember? 

I knew that it was probably Matt's tho, because Matt had eaten all of Brad's cum out of my pussy last night. I'm damn glad that I had let Brad fuck me before he left for work last night.

~~~~~ 

I think Brad accepted my explanation, he didn't say anything else, he stepped up to the sink to wash his hands. I pulled my panties up and walked into the kitchen. Andy had gone back into his room to play and I had sat down at the table.

After Brad washed his hands, he came into the kitchen and just stood there glaring at me. Then he started grilling me. He said he wanted to know what in the hell's been going on, because the last several weeks, I'd been in bed asleep when he got home. That I didn't sleep in like that when he was off. 

I thought his eyes were going to burn a hole in me. That I'd not been here for a while now, my mind was always off somewhere else all of the time. Then, he said something about what I'd done, that I hadn't really realized that I had. He told me that when we had sex, that I'd changed, something was different, I had never hollered out for him to stick it in my ass now!! Like I did. And last week was the first time he'd ever fucked me in the ass, that I was on my knees, what gives? 

I told him that I was just trying to make it up to him for the last couple of weeks, that I knew we hadn't been making love much lately. I was sorry, I wasn't feeling good there for a little while and I'd been thinking about my dad a lot lately. 

I thought I had a pretty good defense and told him that I was dreaming about him last night again. 

Tears started coming to my eyes, and I said I was so lonely when he wasn't here at night, and after I had the dream about my dad, that I reached for him and he wasn't there. 

What he said next, freaked me out, he asked me if I had called Matt and he had come down and comforted me. I could tell that Brad was very angry. 

~~~~~ 

My tears were flowing now, I started to sob. Then, he said, that's what it was, wasn't it? When was I going to tell him? Then he said, oh wait, you already did, all of those things that I had told him while we were fucking were true weren't they? When were me and Matt going to run off together? 

I was flabbergasted. How could he possibly know? I feel horrible, I lied and told him no, that it wasn't true, Matt had never laid a hand on me!! Brad responded by saying that the baby told him this morning that he got up to go pee, and he heard Mr Matt talking to me in the middle of the night. Then, I slept till eleven thirty, it looked pretty damn obvious to him!! 

My tears were flowing heavily, I told him that I dreamed that my dad was standing at the foot of the bed talking to me last night. That maybe it wasn't a dream, maybe he really had been there and the baby heard him too. I started sobbing again, just the thought of that really made me sad. I miss my dad so much. 

Brad just looked at me, like he didn't know what to believe. I know that he has seen some really strange things before in this house. All at once, Brad walked over and wrapped his arms around me and told me he was sorry, then he held me for a long time. 

******** 

Brad was stunned, he couldn't remember ever following her into the bathroom and sticking his hands inside of her, or getting on her like this.

"Wow, my subconscious had to have known that she was cheating on me, and it blocked all of this shit from my memory, I think I must have been in denial," he said quietly to himself.

Brad thought about what Kathy had said about her dad standing at the foot of the bed. He knew from reading this book, that she had lied, she had fucked Matt that night and his son had heard them going at it. But, he also thought about what she had said about him seeing strange things in that old house.

The night his youngest son was born, he returned from the hospital at three in the morning. Their bedroom was still in the front part of the house then and when he went in to go to bed, he saw a shadowy figure standing at the foot of the bed. It had scared him terribly at first, because he thought, that maybe someone had broken into the house while he was at the hospital and had hidden when he came back home. 

All at once, the figure walked towards him and passed right through. As it came at him, he tried to scream, but couldn't, then he tried to get his hands up to defend himself. As the shadow passed through him, all of his fear went away and he felt peaceful and calm. 

The next day, when he stopped by his grandma's house to tell her that Kathy had given birth and he had a newborn son, named after his (Brad's) father. He told her what had happened with the ghostly figure in his bedroom the night before.

Grandma told Brad, that she was sure that it had been his father. He had come and given him a hug as he passed through him, letting him know that he was proud of him. Brad remembered that night vividly, he knew how emotional it had made him then, and it still did thinking about it now.

"Was that what I was thinking about when I hugged her and told her I was sorry??" Brad thought.

Thinking about that encounter in the bedroom that night made him feel even worse, now his thoughts turned to how he wished his dad would have at least lived long enough so he could have gotten to know him. Those thoughts cruised right on into thinking about his grandpa, the only father he'd ever known. He'd died just a few short years before Brad met Kathy. 

There was Kathy's son (Brad's adopted son) and they had their first child together, then a few years later, his son had been born. If only grandpa would have lived another ten years he would have been able to see Brad's kids. He really regretted that grandpa never got to see them. If he would have lived as long as grandma had, he would have even been able to meet three of Brad's grand kids too.

Brad's tears were flowing heavily, then a thought crossed his mind. How do I know that this is the first time she cheated on me, what if my kids aren't really mine? 

Then he realized how much his daughter resembled him and his other daughter with Natalie. Did they both sleep with the same guy...? That looked like him? It was possible, but the chances were astronomical. His youngest son looked just like his dad and Brad didn't have any brothers, or any male relatives on his dad's side that lived anywhere remotely close. He didn't think he had to worry about that. 

His tears had pretty much subsided, the thoughts about the paternity of his children had taken his mind away from his sad thoughts of his father and grandfather. He looked down and started to read once again...

******** 

My mind was swirling in turmoil and confusion, I told him that no, I was sorry that I made him think that I was messing with Matt and that I was never going to leave him for Matt, he was just my friend and I like fu... Talking to him, that's all. GOD!! I almost said that I liked fucking Matt that was all, I had half of the word out before I realized it!! 

~~~~~ 

I don't know if Brad heard my, 'almost slip of the tongue,' but he never said anything, and he hasn't said anything so far for the rest of today. 

Saturday Sept 10, 1988. Off / Off. 

Yesterday was a fucked up day, I think Brad is suspicious of me and Matt and now he's mad at me. Along in the evening , Brad was outside in the garage working on his boat and I was out front with the kids when Matt came down to visit. He asked me if I'd talked to Brad yet about leaving with him. I told him no, that I was still trying to decide what I wanted to do. 

Brad must have gone into the house for something. I know he saw me talking to Matt and the way he kept touching me while we talked, he even tried to kiss me a couple of times. I told him to stop, that the neighbors would see. He said he didn't care. We were out there for about an hour, I don't know how long Brad watched us, but he saw enough. 

All I can think about when I'm around Matt, is that giant cock of his. I hope that wasn't obvious to Brad. Brad didn't come into the house until after dark, I didn't have any idea that he had seen me talking to Matt. I was in the kitchen fixing a snack for the kids and waiting on the two older ones to finish their baths, so I could give Andy a bath. Brad came in and asked me if he'd heard Matt and Cindy's kid's out front. I told him Yeah. Then he asked me if Matt was out there with them. 

~~~~~ 

I fucked up and told him no, and I think he could see how uncomfortable I was, plus I looked away when he asked me. He said, 

"Matt wasn't out there at all, huh?"

And he was getting mad, I could tell. I think he started to say bullshit, but I cut him off and said that Matt just came down here to get the kids and he was only out there for a few seconds. 

Then he asked me what all Matt had to say, he seen him out there talking to me. GOD!! I started fidgeting around, I couldn't help it. I stuttered a little, when I told him that he just wondered about taking the kids to the park next week, that was all. That's when I knew Brad had watched us for a while, he said that it looked to him like Matt was trying to kiss me and he didn't think he wanted him around me anymore!! Then he told me that I sure as hell wasn't going to the park with him anymore!! 

I don't need any man telling me what I can or can't do, or who I can or can't be friends with. I told him that it was nothing, just friendly flirting. Cindy did it with him, and I thought she had the hots for him, maybe he should stay away from her. 

Brad said that there was a difference, he didn't care if he was around her or not, if I didn't want him near her, he'd stay away. But, I wanted to keep on running around with Matt, whether he cared or not. He was not going to have a man openly pursuing his wife, right in front of his children. 

I told him that it wasn't like that!! Brad growled at me, he said that he saw the way Matt was looking at me out front, and the way I was looking back at him.

~~~~~

The way that we were touching each other as we talked and that he was out there longer than just a few seconds too, he had watched us for a good twenty minutes. 

I don't know if I made a mistake or not, but I clammed up and never said another word the rest of the evening. When we went to bed, Brad tried to initiate sex, but I told him that I didn't feel like it. 

Brad said that I told him the night before, that he only had one more night to work and we could be together, and I told him that that was before he decided to fuck me in the bathroom the night before too, wasn't it? He should have thought about it then!! Brad left me alone after that and just rolled over and went to sleep. 

The rest of that day and the next two (Sept, 11, 12), Kathy was conflicted. She loved Brad with all of her heart, loved making love with him, she knew that there were a lot of women that didn't know what it was like to have a sex life as satisfying as hers was with Brad. 

But, Matt was like a drug, his cock, tho she had never measured it, had to be at least eleven inches, and a couple of inches thick. It filled her up completely, she loved how it felt in her pussy, how it tasted in her mouth. She especially loved the way it stretched and filled her ass. She needed it, craved it, wanted it and thought about it constantly. 

But, she was still really confused and didn't know what to do. Brad had still tried, unsuccessfully to make love to Kathy on the next two nights. 

Then, he read some very troubling entries:

~~~~~ 

Tuesday Sept 13, 1988. 1-Days / 2-back tonight. 

Kathy hadn't had sex with Brad the night before, his last night off for the week either, just like Matt had asked. She had finally came to a conclusion in her mind too. She was going to go away with Matt, it was going to turn out that way anyway. Because, even if she told Matt that she didn't want to go with him, he was going to tell Brad and he would then know all about their sexual affair in a few days, and he would most certainly leave her. 

Cindy would find out, dump Matt, then he would pursue her. Kathy knew that she wouldn't be able to resist him, unless she found another giant cock to fuck, and that was highly unlikely... 

What am I going to do about my children... And Matt's? I can't just uproot them from their homes and school the way it was done to me. Matt's right, maybe Brad and Cindy would make a good couple, I know the children would all be taken care of. 

NO!! OH GOD, NO!! I can't let anyone have my Brad!! 

But, I can't think about that, I know what I have to do. Now I know why my mother was so against blow jobs. I sucked Matt's cock, swallowed all of his cum and now I'm addicted to him. 

Just like my first marriage, I made my bed, and now I have to lie in it. I'm a whore, a slut, I don't deserve Brad and the children. And they don't deserve to have someone like me for a wife and mother. I have to tell Brad and the kids I'm leaving with Matt. They will understand, it will be in their best interests.

******** 

"She was actually going to leave with him, I knew something was up. Why didn't I investigate more back then, why was I soo fucking blind!! Was she losing her mind?" Brad said. 

He could tell by her rambling on the last couple of pages that her mind was jumbled, her thinking was not rational, it didn't make sense. Why would someone have destroyed the life of the man that she loved (or claimed to love), the life of her friend and the lives of six children, all over one mans big cock? 

Her thinking had gone off on a trolley somewhere, any sane person would have rationalized better than she did right then. Brad could tell that Kathy had to have been off in left field somewhere. Was it because she was missing her father? Had Brad seen this happening right in front of him and not did anything because he was afraid of saying the wrong things? Afraid of bringing up his own old emotions of missing important people that were no longer in his life. 

Had he gone looking for her journal, to see if he could figure out what was wrong, but he couldn't find one that was current? Was missing her father why she started that affair to begin with? Was she trying to run from her pain?

He thought back as best he could, to try and remember Kathy acting like this. He just couldn't, he remembered the good times, but not this. He thought again, that his subconscious must have blocked out the bad memories.

"Get That shit out of your head dumb ass, she's just a lying, cheating cunt and she fucked you over, so deal with it and quit making excuses for her cheating ass!!" Brad said to himself.

He looked back down at the book to see what was next...

******** 

Wednesday Sept 14, 1988. 2-Nights / 3-back tonight. 

After Brad went to work last night, I was waiting on Matt by the door. But, I was dressed and had the lights on, I wasn't really sure what was going to happen. We needed to talk first. When Matt came to the door, I let him in. He asked me what was the matter, weren't we going to make love last night? I told him that we needed to talk. 

He asked if I had told Brad that I was his now? I told him that I hadn't yet and I didn't know if I could. He said that he guessed that he'd have to tell Brad, wouldn't he and asked to make sure I hadn't changed my mind. He sounded a little worried. I told him I didn't know if I could leave him, that I did love him.

He cut me off and said that he knew that I couldn't live without him, or this, and he dropped his pants. His cock was just hanging there, and I told him not to make me choose, he knew I couldn't go without his beautiful cock, I begged him, please. 

I dropped to my knees, and took it into my mouth. I can't resist him!! Then, he said that we should take our clothes off. I took my mouth off of him and we both stripped naked. I took his hand, and led him through the door, back outside into the night air again.

But instead of turning left, towards the back yard, I turned right, towards the front and the street. I walked him past the front of my house, out onto the sidewalk. We were only about twenty feet away from where we stood a few days ago and had talked, and Brad had spotted us. I started to walk over to that spot, but thought better of it. I didn't want either of my sons to look out of the same window that Brad watched me and Matt talking the other day. 




Only in a Dream Ch. 06



~~~~~ 

Cars were passing by on 12th street, about two hundred feet away. If any cars would have come down this street, even just turn the corner, we may not have gotten out of view fast enough. I went down and took his cock into my mouth again, I was sucking his cock right out in front of me and Brad's house. That alone, almost sent me over the edge, my pussy was tingling at the thought of being out here like this. 

After a while, I stood up, turned my back to Matt and bent forward. I told him to put his cock inside of my cunt. Matt pushed his cock inside of me, now we were fucking right out there on sidewalk. 

GOD!! I really felt so nasty, I almost wanted people to see us. A few moments later, I told him it was time to put his cock inside of my ass. He pulled his cock out and pushed the head against my asshole, I slowly pushed back against him. After some wiggling and some back and forth, his cock was buried deep inside of my ass. 

Matt said that he was amazed that no cars had driven by, or even turned onto this street yet. I almost wished they had. I stood up as straight as I could, he kept his cock buried inside, then I put my feet on top of his and told him to walk toward the backyard. The feeling of having his enormous cock stuffed inside of my ass, as we walked across the yard was absolutely phenomenal. 

When we got back by the door, we disengaged, and I told Matt that I only wanted to come once tonight, I needed sleep. We went inside, and Matt laid on the bed, then I climbed up and straddled him. I positioned myself, so that his cock would go back into my ass, and slid my ass down onto his cock. 

~~~~~ 

I told him to hold on as long as he could, because I wanted to cum first, then suck the cum out of his cock. I started riding him slow at first, I was raising my ass as high as I could on each upstroke so that Matt's cock would almost come out, then I would rapidly impale myself back down on it. GOD!! That felt sooo good!! 

We finally got a rhythm going doing this and I had a very strong orgasm. I rolled off, laid on my back and propped my head up with pillows. I told Matt to straddle my chest and 'titty fuck' me!! I pushed my arms inward to hold my breasts together and Matt climbed up and slid his cock between them. I told him to fuck my face, and he moved forward a little and pushed his cock into my mouth. He started humping my face and it wasn't long that Matt told me that he was going to cum. 

I reached up and started stroking him while I opened my mouth and pressed the underneath of his cock head against my tongue with a little pressure. He shot a huge load all over my face and into my mouth and I pulled his cock back into my mouth and sucked the remaining cum from it. Then I used my fingers, to push the cum from my face into my mouth and swallowed it. 

Then, I told him he had to go. When Matt got off of the bed and started to dress, he asked me if I was going to tell Brad when he got home in the morning. I told him I didn't know. He told me if I hadn't told him by tomorrow night, he was coming home on his lunch break the next day and coming down here and that we could tell him together. Then Matt said, he'd see me tonight, he loved me. I told him bye and he left. 

I'M FUCKED!! GOD!! 

~~~~~

I want to keep fucking him and sucking on that beautiful cock, but I'm not really sure if I want any more than that. Why did I ever start this, why can't I just have them Both? I actually got into in bed early last night, at 1:30, but I had troubled thoughts running through my head. I fell asleep rather quickly considering the circumstances. 

My sleep was restless. My dream was so arousing, yet, so terrible at the same time. I dreamed that Matt's cock was buried deep inside of my ass, as I stood bent over at the foot of the bed. The dream seemed so real, as I slept, my hips were slowly moving back and forth keeping time with Matt's thrusts and my pussy was tingling. 

Matt cried out that he was gonna cum, he pulled his cock out of my ass, I turned around and slid down to my knees, grabbing his cock and stroking it as I took it into my mouth. He pulled his cock back a little and shot his load all over my face and into my mouth. Just then, Brad burst in through the side door and I turned to look at him. 

There I was, the whore and slut that had denied my husband this kind of pleasure, with another man's cum dripping off of my face. I awoke with a start, screaming NO NO NO, and I sat up in the bed. I sat there for a few minutes, then laid back down and cried myself to sleep. 

I've got to end this!! It never should have started, I've got to tell Brad what's been going on, face the consequences and beg him not to leave me!! OH GOD, I hope it's not too late!! I've got to talk to Matt, explain to him that he can never tell Brad about me sucking his cock. I'll still give him head occasionally, we can still do that if he keeps his mouth shut. 

~~~~~

This morning, I was up when Brad got home, with intent on telling him that Matt and I had been screwing, but it was now over, then, beg his forgiveness. I think Brad could tell that something was still bothering me, but he didn't push the issue. I tried several times during the day to tell him before he went to bed, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

9/14 continued. 

OH MY GOD!! 

I thought I was going to lose Brad!! Brad was in bed and I was sitting out on the porch, trying to clear my head, relax and figure out how to resolve this fucking mess. It was just starting to get dark and I heard children's voices. They got louder as they neared. It was Matt and his children and he asked if I would give them a lift to Mcdonald's, Cindy's car was acting up, and she had driven his to work. 

I said OK, and told them to all get into the car, while I went in the house to get my purse. On the ride over to Mickey D's, the kid's were busy chattering in the back seat and weren't paying any attention to what was being said in the front. 

Matt asked me if I had told Brad about us yet. I told him NO, and that we couldn't keep this up, that I was not going to leave him. We pulled into the parking lot at the restaurant and I pulled into a spot up front, where we could see inside through the front windows. Matt pulled a twenty from his wallet, gave it to the children and sent them inside to purchase their food. 

After the kids got out of the car, I told Matt that I was going to tell Brad about me and him fucking and beg his forgiveness.

~~~~~

But, there was no way I could tell Brad about the oral that I had performed on him (Matt). I said that if he didn't tell Brad that I'd been sucking his cock, we could still get together sometimes and I'd continue to give him blow jobs, that's all I had really wanted to begin with anyway. 

Matt looked inside and checked on the kids and said he could see that there were a few customers still in line ahead of them. He wrapped his arms around me and we shared a very, very wet, passionate kiss. I told him that I felt like sucking his cock right there, right then, and I reached over and stroked it through his jeans. 

Matt looked me directly in the eyes and said that he loved me and he was taking me, he guessed he'd have to tell Brad himself. I pulled back from him, and told him that Brad had already told me to stay away from him, that I thought he suspected something. I told Matt not to mess around with Brad and I told him again, that I would keep on sucking his cock if he didn't say anything. 

He told me that he'd take care of Brad, he was no threat to him, that he was willing to fight for me. And for me to tell Brad when he got up tonight, that he's been replaced and to not come back home when he gets off of work in the morning, because I wouldn't be alone. 

He went on to say that he'd already told them at his work that he wouldn't be in tomorrow, that he had some personal business to take take care of. If I didn't tell Brad tonight, that he was going to find out in the morning when he comes home and finds us lying in his bed naked in each others arms. 

~~~~~

He said he might even slip his cock into my mouth right before Brad got there, did I think that he might like to see that? 

God, I was so confused again, why does his cock have such a pull on me? Why can't I keep away from him? Am I in love with him? The children returned to the car and we all headed home. While I was driving down 12th towards our street, I saw what looked like Brad's truck getting ready to pull out onto the this street. 

At first I wasn't sure, it was dark outside and a block and a half away, but if it was, I wondered where he was going. I turned onto the street a block ahead, so that if it was him, he wouldn't see me with Matt. 

After I went through the alley, I noticed his truck was gone, and I was glad that I turned where I did. But I wondered where he went, he shouldn't have been getting out of bed for an other couple of hours. When I reached the end of the alley, I turned and pulled in front of the house and noticed headlights of a very loud vehicle speeding down the street towards us. I told the children to stay put in the car until it passed. 

All of a sudden, the vehicle swerved over, coming right at us and my heart skipped a beat. As the headlights bore down on us, I envisioned the collusion in my mind and thought that we were all going to be badly hurt or killed. 

The headlights were almost on top of us, when they came sliding to a stop. Then I realized that it was Brad. I looked down and stared at the middle of the steering wheel and thought, this was it, Matt was going to tell Brad and... SHIT!! Now it was over, I could feel the tears welling up. 

~~~~~

I thought about how hurt Brad was going to be to find out that his wife was a fucking slut, a no good fucking whore. I continued to stare down at the steering wheel, and all at once I heard, 

"JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??!!" 

I looked to my left and Brad was standing right next to my car, I hadn't even noticed him get down out of his truck. I didn't even look at him, I just stared straight ahead and told him that we had just gone to Mcdonald's. I said it in a such a tiny little voice, I wasn't even sure that I had actually said it. 

I knew Matt was going to tell Brad everything now, and it was all my fault, my curiosity and need for greener pastures. I just waited, knowing that it was finally all over now. Then I heard Brad yell again, 

"IT'S ONLY TWO BLOCKS AWAY!! Did I think it would have killed them to walk?!" 

The children were getting out of the car with their food and I raised my head up slowly and looked around, I was waiting for Matt to drop the bomb. When he didn't, I told Brad that there was nothing going on. This time I spoke a little louder, I was hoping to head Matt off before he said anything. Brad said, 

"That I might say that, and HE might say that, but he could guarantee me that the whole fucking neighborhood was saying something else!!" 

Oh, God, I'd never seen him so mad, and I thought sure that Matt would open his mouth now. I got out of the car and looked around for him. He was half way home. He'd heard what Brad had said, seen how mad he was and had hightailed it outta there. He even left his kids behind!! After all of that talk about taking care of Brad, huh. I guess he must of changed his mind when he saw him mad. 

~~~~~

What a pussy ha ha ha. Then I chickened out and lied again. I looked over at Brad and told him that he didn't have to do that, there was nothing going on, we we were just friends. God, if he ever finds out!! I want to stop this affair with Matt, but I also want to at least have him every once in a while. I know this may have ruined that for good. 

Brad screamed, that he told me to stay the fuck away from him, didn't he? Then he headed into the house. I guess he wanted to lie down for a little while longer before he had to go to work. 

Sept 15, 1988. 4-Nights / 5-back tonight. 

Before Brad went to work last night, he told me that he was sorry that he hollered at me, but he was going to do whatever he had to do, to keep me as his wife. I just stared at him, I was, and still am, rattled by what happened and I told him that he didn't have to keep me away from Matt, he was just my friend, nothing was going on. 

Brad gave me a stern look and said that he was sticking to his guns on this, if Matt came around again, he was going to regret it. He said that he thought Matt knew now, that he meant business. He kissed me goodbye and left for work. 

I went back to the bedroom, undressed and stood by the door naked. I'm not sure what I want, I wanted Matt to come and fuck me last night, my body was craving him. I think I might love him, but then again, I think it's just the sex. I waited until 12:30 and he never showed up, then I went outside and the night air made my nipples hard. 

~~~~~ 

I walked towards the front and went to the sidewalk and just stood there and remembered how I sucked Matt's cock there the night before. How I had his cock in my ass and how we walked stuck together. I looked at my car and remembered how Brad chased my lover off. Did Brad scare him off? Was last night the last time I'll ever have Matt's beautiful cock inside of me?? 

How did things get this screwed up? I turned and walked towards the back and I wondered about Kurt, I haven't seen him for a while now. Is he staying with that woman he told me about? I walked into the back yard and stood there for a little while. I thought about the cops shining their spot light the night I had Matt and Kurt both out there. God, that was so much fun. 

Then, I walked over and went through the gate into Kurt's back yard and up to his back porch and sat down on the steps. I hoped that he didn't bring his lady friend home to find me there, wouldn't it have been awkward if they would have found a naked woman sitting on his back porch!! Smile. 

I sat there and thought about my life with Brad, I couldn't have asked for a better husband. He is an excellent provider, he loves me and our children, he can just about fix anything around the house and he is an outstanding lover. He just doesn't have a huge cock!! What does Matt have?? A huge cock, that's all, otherwise he's a dumb ass. A chicken shit dumb ass!! Ha ha, I got up and walked home, went in and went to bed.

******** 

"Now I know why it stopped... But why did it start? If she would have just listened to me, I told her what he wanted. I wish I would have found out back then, I would have stomped his ass!!" Brad said to himself.

More tears started to fall as his eyes went back to the book, and started reading again...

******** 

Over the next couple of days, her writings never mentioned Matt except to say that, she was starting to realize that he wasn't so great after all. It was only his size that he had going for him, he didn't know how to eat pussy and wouldn't touch her ass with his tongue. The only thing he knew how to do, was what any red blooded male knew how to do. Stick his cock in a hole and hump.

But when Brad's nights off (Sept 18, 19, 20, 21) had come around again, he and Kathy had made love all four nights and had left Kathy very pleased. Brad even had a little wood after reading about the things that he and Kathy had done on those nights. 

Then her words were back to a few paragraphs for of couple of days (3 pages), except to mention that Jason Marx had called on the 23rd to check on the status of his pants. Kathy wrote that she had spent so much time fretting over the situation with Matt, that she had almost forgotten about them. She had told Jason that she was sorry that it took so long, some things had come up that kept her busy. Could he be there Wednesday at one o'clock again. 

******** 

Brad's heart started hurting again, he knew what was going to be coming up soon in her writtings... She fucked that kid again!! He read on...

******** 

Brad's nights off came around again (Sept 26 through 29) and on the first three nights, Kathy and he had made love again every night. Their exploits were 12 pages of the journal!! 

Then on the 28th, came more heartbreak for Brad:

Wednesday Sept 28, 1988. Off / 1-days.

Jason Marx came at 1:00 to get the pants that I fixed for him. I took a shower and put Andy down for a nap before he arrived. I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Brad and I have been doing so good, but I crave a cock that I can suck on. God, I wish I could suck his!! At one o'clock, the door bell rang, I opened the door and when I saw Jason, I said, 

"Hello, lover boy." 

He asked me how I was and if I was alone today. Trying to be demure, I said, 

"Why ever do you ask, young man?" 

He said he didn't know, he was sure he could think of something. I told him yes, I was sure that we could possibly think of something that would be interesting, I teased, as I opened the door to let him in. I told him that his pants were right there on the arm of the couch, why didn't he go into the bedroom and try them on and make sure they fit OK. 

Jason took his pants and walked into the bedroom. I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom, just as he was taking off his pants, and I said, 

"What have we here?" 

Then, I slipped down to my knees in front of him and said that I needed to inspect something before he put those pants on. Smile. I reached up, pulled down his boxers, and helped him step out of them. Then, I leaned forward, and wrapped my hands around his cock and pulled it to my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head. I told him that it tasted so good, as I lapped up his pre cum and savored it. I told him that I just needed a little fix today and I wanted him to cum in my mouth, then I had a proposition for him. 

He said OK and I took his cock back into my mouth. I don't know why I'm doing this, I've had sex with Brad three nights in a row, and I've had several orgasms each night. 

~~~~~ 

I'm satisfied with Brad, but I haven't had a cock that I could suck on for two weeks. I still can't bring myself to suck on Brad's.

But, unbeknownst to Brad, I've have gone to the bathroom after each time that we made love and retrieved his cum from my body. Then I would let it drip into my mouth and let it slide down my throat. 

I hummed while I sucked on Jason's cock, and gently rubbed his testicles with my fingers. He put his hands on each side of my head and slowly fucked my face. His cock was rigid, I thought that it seemed bigger than last time. 

I took his manhood and buried as far as it would go down my throat. I opened my mouth wide and put my hands on his ass. When he realized what I was doing, he started thrusting harder and we got a rhythm going. 

He would throat fuck me for a few moments, pull back a little, then I would wrap my lips around his shaft and suck for a few moments. Jason leaned his head back and shot his cum into my mouth, then I looked him right in the eyes when I swallowed it all. I told him that I loved the taste of his cum and to get his pants on, so I could check them, and I wanted to talk to him about something. I kissed his cock and rose to my feet, then he pulled on the pants that had I fixed for him.

He said that they were perfect. I told him Good, that I'd be in the living room. After he changed back into his jeans and came out of the bedroom, he asked me how much he owed me for my services. I licked my lips and told him that he'd already paid me, he gave me a mouthful of cum and now I had a proposition for him. 

~~~~~

I told him, that if he wanted to fuck me proper and be able to take our time so that we could really enjoy it, to be here tomorrow night at midnight. 

Jason's eyes got big and he asked me if was to just come on over at midnight? And what about my husband? 




Only in a Dream Ch. 07



Brad was beside himself, he didn't know what to think.

"I wonder how many of the other men she's done tailoring forshe's fucked," he thought to himself.  

"And Matt is going to hear from me. . . So is Cindy."

He also knew that his marriage was over, she couldn't deny it, she'd written all the nasty details down. When he got home, he was going to show it to her and tell her to find somewhere else to live.  

He hung his head and sobbed. 

After Brad recovered his composure, he struggled with whether or not to read on. 

"I've got to know if there were more,"  he thought.  

"What does it really matter how many more there were now? Was she doing this all the way up until when I couldn't work anymore?"

********

Please read the first six chapters to get an idea how we're at this point in the story.

If you read the long version of this story before I divided it up, this is where it stopped. Someone suggested that I split it up, because it was way too long, so I did that before I got around to posting the ending. Now comes the final two chapters.

As Brad continues to read, the dates in the 25 year old journal go forward in time. . . Kathy's affairs with Matt and Jason now over, just how much more depraved can Kathy become? Were there more men? How much more can Brad take??

The journal takes a turn for the better tho (for a little while), Kathy writes about moving into and adjusting to their new home. Brad is able to forget his troubles for just a bit as he reminisces some more. Then, as the journal goes forward in time, Kathy's writings spell more trouble and heartbreak for Brad. . . 

Comments will be turned on after the final chapter.

Brad turned the page and Kathy had written about how Jason' s fiance' had brought her wedding dress for her to alter (how ironic). She wrote about how pretty the girl was and how she seemed to be a really nice girl (just like Kathy had been before she became a cock craving cum slut).

Then, the dates in the journal jumped forward in time, from the end of January of 1989 until August of 1990. Brad examined the book to see if any pages had been torn out, but there didn't appear to be. He wondered why she had stopped writing in this book and then started again at later date. Was there another book hidden somewhere? 

The first entry in this new time period was a brief mention that she had seen Jason and Matt, and had thought about them again. Could that have triggered her to write in the book again? 

Saturday August 4, 1990.                             4-Nights / 5-back tonight.                                       

It's been an eventful day, Brad didn't work over this morning, he came home, woke me up and we went out to some yard sales. While we were out, he decided that he wanted a Dr Pepper, so we stopped at Huck's and I stayed in the car while he went in. 

While I was sitting there, a car pulled in next to ours and I wasn't paying a whole lot of attention. I heard someone say hi, and ask how I've been. I looked up, and it was Jason and his new wife. He asked her if she remembered me from fixing her wedding gown and she said yes she did, that the dress had fit perfectly. She thanked me again for altering it, and said that she got a lot of compliments about the dress. That made me feel a little better.

It felt so awkward sitting there with the two of them together. I hope my embarrassment didn't show, I was flushed something terrible. 

They went inside and I was relieved, but after I watched them go in, I just wanted to get out of there!! I watched the door for Brad to hurry and come out, the door opened. . . Matt!! Oh my God, Matt came out, he didn't say anything, but he stared at me as he walked to his car. 

God, it's been close to two years since I've had a cock in my mouth. I think about both of them from time to time, I do miss the way that big cock filled me up, and I miss having cum shot all over my face. I just wish I could suck Brad's cock, but I can't. I guess I 'll just have to keep scooping his cum out of me when we do it. 

While we were out, we stopped at a yard sale up on Lansing Drive and as we were leaving, we saw a for sale sign in front of a really nice house. The sign said Altec Federal on it, so we think it's a repossessed house and we might be able to get a good deal on it. We pulled over and walked around and looked in the windows, it's nice!! And it's BIG!! Brad is going to call the bank Monday. I can't wait!!

******** 

                                            Brad vaguely remembered seeing Jason and Matt that day at Huck's, twenty three years before. The memory of that day he and Kathy found the house was one of those memories that really stuck out. He remembered walking around the house with Kathy and the excitement he felt about the possibility of getting the house at a really good price. 

He also remembered that when he went to bed that afternoon, he had trouble going to sleep, the anticipation of waiting for Monday, so he could call the bank to look into it, was terrible. He couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities of getting the house and the potential it had. He'd already had ideas for improvements he wanted to make. On Sunday morning, he had driven by the house again on his way home from work.

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Over the next three months, Kathy's writings were brief accounts of acquiring the house and the move. Sex had only been mentioned in her very first entry, after she saw Jason and Matt. 

Aug 6, she wrote that Brad had called the bank and spoke with them, and indeed the house was in foreclosure. The bank had explained to Brad that he could come in the next day at 1 PM, that they would give him the keys and he and Kathy could inspect the house and then return and speak with a loan officer at 4 PM. Brad told them that they would be there. Kathy and Brad were both excited about the next day.

The next day, Aug, 7, Brad and Kathy picked up the keys and inspected the home. The house was 10 years old, was double the square footage of their current home, and sat on a lot that was four times larger. The carpets needed scrubbed and some fresh paint inside would be all that was really needed to make it nice. They had plenty of time to remodel and fix things more to their liking. 

The large yard and the fact that there were no through streets was a major factor in their decision too, the kids would be a lot safer riding their bikes here. Brad had eyed the small wooded area behind (approx 50 yards wide x 300 yards long) the house and told Kathy how he would have really loved to have had that behind his house when he was a child.

They returned to the bank for their appointment with the loan officer, Mr. Morris, at four. They found that the asking price was double what they had paid for their old house nine years before, plus another five thousand. But was priced only at about 60 % of market value, since it was in foreclosure. 

After they talked with Mr. Morris about interest rates and payments, Brad made an offer $10,000 under the asking price. They met half way, so that the price was exactly twice what they had paid for their old house. With the interest rate almost two whole percentage points lower than their old home, their payment would only be about one and a half times their current payment. 

Kathy didn't understand the math, but the big thing for Brad was the fact that the house would be paid off a year sooner (30 year mtg vs 20 year mtg) than the old one and the total amount paid in interest over the period wood be almost $100,000. less. Mr Morris informed them that he would take their offer to the committee when they had their monthly meeting on Aug 15 for consideration.

The next eight days were torture on them, waiting on whether or not the bank would accept their offer. On the afternoon of the 15th, Mr Morris called and told them that their offer had been accepted and they needed to come down to the bank and fillout the paperwork for their loan application. It would take about another 30 days to see if they would be approved for the loan.               He assured them that it was just a formality, that their credit was outstanding, and Brad's income was more than adequate. 

They waited until they were sure that they had the loan before they actually put their old house on the market, but they had put the word out to a few friends and relatives, that they were going to move and the house would be up for sale. 

Sept 12, they received a call from Mr Morris that their loan had been approved and the closing date would be Oct 10. They put the old house on the market and it was sold almost immediately. As it turned out, one of Fred's (Kathy's ex) relatives had heard about it by word of mouth, and offered them the asking price. He had friends in the area and he'd wanted the house ten years before, but Brad and Kathy were renting it, with the option to buy and the owner had given them first choice, and they bought it. 

Then there were just brief entries about packing for the move, how many days they were away from signing the closing papers, and of course her daily weather reports and Brad's schedule.

Oct 10, the time was finally here, Kathy was very excited, her and Brad had closed on their new house and could now start moving in. She wrote about how much more room there was here and the colors she was going to paint the different rooms. They scrubbed all of the carpets and got the living room and hallways painted in the new house and the old house cleaned good, Kathy would never leave a dirty house.

Nov 3, the time had come when Brad and Kathy had just about all of their things moved into the new house, the last load from the old house was packed in the truck and ready to go. They walked through each room of the house and garage, reminiscing about the last ten years of their lives with each other. 

********   

                                          Brad remembered leaving the old house that day, and reading Kathy's accounts of getting the new house and the move out of the old one, Brad almost felt like he was reliving that last day. . . He remembered every detail. . .

Even tho he had been excited to move into a bigger, better house, the memories from there held a special place in his heart. After all of the packing and the trips moving their things into the new house, it still hadn't seemed real to him somehow. He thought about how sad he was and still remembered what was going through his head that last day. 

How excited Brad had been, the first time he saw the big garage, how he would now have a place to tinker around with old cars. He thought about his model trains and when he painted the truck for the old neighbor. He had remembered the day he walked home from the doctors office too. He still didn't know why that day was stuck in his head like it was.   

"Man, where did the time go?"  Brad had said out loud back then, and now said it again twenty three years later. 



They had ventured into the bigger bedroom inside of the house. The visions of their then, one year old daughter, running in circles while she chased her older brother around the room were vivid then, and still were now. 

That little girl was now thirty four years old and that had been the very first time that they were ever inside, looking at that house. It had also originally been Brad and Kathy's bedroom, before he'd built the rooms in the garage, then they moved out there. 

Brad had shed a few tears there the night John Lennon was shot and killed. They both remembered the first time they made love here and how special it was. 

This was also the room where his youngest son had been conceived, then brought home to the baby bed that had been over in the corner. It seemed like only a few nights ago, that Kathy had come in to the room and had awoken him to go to the hospital because her water had broken. Brad remembered thinking back then how that boy would soon be six. . . Now that boy would soon be twenty nine and he was about to be a father for the third time himself.

"That's just unreal," he thought.

Brad had looked down at the spot where their bed had been and Kathy had awoken that day and started giving him a blow job. . . That she never finished. . . He just shook his head.  

"What are you shaking your head about?"  Kathy had asked. 

"Oh, nothing,"  he'd replied, with a smile.  

Brad couldn't help it, he had tried to focus his thoughts away from what Kathy had done with Matt, Kurt and Jason, so that he could enjoy his memories of the old house. . . And he just had to remember that!! The tears came again, he couldn't stop them. 

A few seconds later, Dustin came up to the Jeep, opened the tailgate and got a pop from the cooler. Brad was trying to compose himself and never said anything and Dustin didn't either, he just closed the tailgate and headed back down to the water. 

Brad pushed the thoughts of the bedroom away and turned his attention to when they'd turned and walked into the kitchen, Brad looked at the kitchen sink and thought about all those mornings he'd sat on the floor underneath Kathy's robe and eaten her pussy while she did the breakfast dishes. She'd laughed when he reminded her of that. 

He looked up at the pine cabinets that he'd built and hadn't had a chance to stain yet. He remembered sitting here at the table and sketching out what he was going to do with the kitchen. How excited he was to start, now. . . Now. . . They were leaving. 

He thought about how, back then, he had felt a wave of sadness come over him, as he pictured them all sitting around the table eating their meals together, then sitting around the bar that he had built where the wall had been between the kitchen and living room.          



As they walked into the rooms that used to be a part of the garage, Brad remembered holding and rocking his young son to sleep, with Lobo or Alice Cooper playing on the stereo. He could almost remember every day that that he had worked on these rooms. All of the books and magazines he and Kathy had gone through, trying to decide how they wanted to decorate. 

They talked about how they had looked forward to moving their bedroom back there, so it would be more private. Then how, after they were back there, Kathy had worried that she wouldn't be able hear the children if they needed her in the night.  



They had done all of that remodeling with the intention of living there for a very long, long time. 

As they strolled through, he remembered the ten Christmases they had spent here. Brad had thought about his older, new found daughter, the one he'd fathered with Natalie, thirteen years before. How she came to meet and visit her extended family the Christmas before last. Brad realized that that girl was now thirty six. . . There were so many memories in that house, when they had gone out of the front door for the last time, there were tears in Brad's eyes.

"Well, I'm not gonna finish this if I don't get busy,"  Brad thought. 

He looked back down at the book. . .

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Saturday Nov 3, 1990.                               Off / Off. 

                                           We made our final trip to the old house today, we're all out now. Me and Brad took a last walk through. . . 

As Kathy walked through with Brad, she had shared the same memories as he, except for a few. When they were in the back bedroom in the garage, she stared at the door, thinking of the nights she waited there for Matt and his large cock. Then, the nights later on, when Jason had came to call. 



Thinking about watching her children grow here, she was also a little teary eyed as they left. Kathy thanked God that she'd had enough sense to snap out of the trance that held her to Matt like it did. She would have died without her children and Brad. 

As they walked off of the porch for the last time, Kathy looked at the sidewalk and towards the back, and thoughts of having Matt's cock in her mouth and ass for the very last time, came to mind. 



As they drove away, Brad turned the truck around, driving back by for a last look Kathy took his hand into hers and held on. . .

********  

                                          Brad was hurt that she remembered the sexcapades with Matt, but he had read so much about them, and he was caught up in his memories from their time spent in that house. . .

Time seemed to go so much slower then, it almost felt as if they had lived in the old house so much longer than they had been here in the new one. When, in fact, they had now lived in the new house for almost twenty three years, twice as long as the old one, plus three years. It just didn't seem possible. There were plenty of memories here, but he still missed his children being small.  

When they'd first moved here, the oldest boy was a teenager, their daughter wasn't far behind and the youngest had just started school, there were no children at home in the morning anymore. The time from when the children started school, to becoming adults flew by, maybe not for the children, but it sure did for Kathy and Brad.    



Although him and Kathy were still close with their children, now that they were all on their own, a distance had seemed to grow between them. The children didn't depend upon them anymore, tho it was a relief, Brad still missed that.

Brad and Kathy drove past the old house occasionally. The neighborhood had completely gone to hell, most of the houses were in disrepair, a few had been torn down. Their old house was now abandoned and in horrible shape. They didn't know what had happened to the guy that bought it, did he die? Or did he just let it go? The roof over the garage was starting to cave in, the garage door was missing and the garage itself was full of garbage. 

He briefly thought about how his grandma and grandpa's old house and neighborhood had been pretty much been over run by college students too. Grandma's old house and the apartment (duplex) across the street, where Kathy had lived with her brother were in horrible shape and a couple of the homes in that area were now gone also. 

"How sad,"  he thought.

It made Brad sad to think that at one time he'd had such dreams and high hopes for that old house. He thought of all the time and the money spent remodeling and fixing things up. 

"Had it all been wasted?" he wondered.   



There had been a rummage sale inside the house there a few years ago, Brad and Kathy almost stopped out of curiosity. But they couldn't bring themselves to. They had really been proud of the way the house turned out after all of the work they had done to it. From the looks of the outside, they didn't want to go in and see how it had probably now all been destroyed. It almost felt as tho it would have been a slap in the face to their memories.

Out of all the neighbors they'd lived around in the old neighborhood, only Matt and Cindy still lived there. Some had gotten out, just as they had, when the college students started moving in, but most had died or were now in nursing homes.                          

Brad thought about some of his old friends, elderly friends that were gone now. The old man he'd painted the truck for had died just a few years ago. He'd left the truck to a relative, Brad had seen it the year before out at Walmart, the paint still looked good. 

The old man and woman that he talked to the most, had died shortly before he and Kathy had moved. Their house was gone now and all that was left was an empty lot. The giant oak tree that had shaded the south side of their house and the porch, where Brad would sit and visit with them, was all that remained. The house had seemed to be in decent shape, so he didn't know why it had been torn down.    




Only in a Dream Ch. 07



There was one thing that really tugged at Brad's heart tho. He and Kathy had rented a couple of other places for a short time when they were first married. But, with this house being their's, this was the place where he and Kathy had started their married life together and watched their family grow. 

Then, Brad thought about what he now knew had happened in that house. . . It was going to be the death of his marriage to Kathy too, he wished he'd found out back then. . . He could have avoided all of the heartache he was feeling now, twenty five years later. 

He looked back down at the book and pressed on. . .

********  

                                     Over the next month, there were only short paragraphs about the colors of paint that the kids wanted in their rooms and how well they had adjusted to the new house. Kathy loved how much more room there was, especially the large family room where the kids could play without being right on top of each other. It was ten minutes closer to Brad's work. 

They had made new friends with a few of the neighbors and overall, were very content. The last entry for that time period was about their first Christmas in the new house, what a nice time it had been.

********

Brad remembered how he got a pleasant surprise that Christmas in the new house. By the time they had moved in, the weather had turned cold and the leaves had fallen from the trees. They had been so busy cleaning, painting and getting everything in order in the house that they hadn't really noticed the view through the now bare trees in the small woods behind the house.

The neighborhood sat on a hill overlooking town. One morning, just a few days before Christmas, Brad was in one of the upstairs bedrooms on the back side of the house. When, he looked out and down through the woods, he noticed that he had a decent view out over the water of one of the local gravel pits. A pit that he, his grandpa and Jack had frequently fished back in the 70's. Grandpa had spent a lot of time there alone too while Brad and Jack were in school or working.

Although there was a good view of the water, the areas where they had fished were very hard to see, because a lot of the trees were still covered with dead leaves. Some species of Oak trees don't shed their dead leaves until the new growth of spring starts and pushes them off. 

Early Christmas morning the sky was cloudy and looked as though it would storm. A fierce wind had come along, strong enough that almost all of the remaining leaves in the woods were blown from the trees. 

Not long after that, the wind died down and the sun returned. it was still cold outside, but the sun seemed so nice. After all of the trips to relatives for the day had ended, Brad, Kathy and the children had returned home. Brad walked up to the bedroom and looked out of the window, down through the woods as the sun was getting ready to set. With the leaves mostly gone now, Brad could easily see the open areas along the far bank of the lake, where grandpa had spent a large amount of time the last couple years of his life.

He looked closely and it looked as tho there was someone standing there fishing.

"It's awful damn cold to be fishing."  Brad thought,  "And on Christmas Day?"

Then, he remembered grandpa dragging him and Jack out on New Years day of '74. 

Brad went and retrieved his binoculars to have a look. Turned out to be a small evergreen tree about six foot tall that had apparently started to grow recently. A piece of cardboard had been blown against it, probably from the wind storm earlier in the day, and from a distance, it looked as tho there was someone standing there.

Brad thought about it for a while, about how he had been surprised to be able to see the old fishing area from his house. Then, he remembered back to one time when he and Jack were camping out and night fishing right over there. 

As they sat around the campfire, Brad had pointed and told him that he would like to live on that hill right over there, overlooking the water. He'd all, but forgotten about saying that, until now.

"Wow," he thought, And a cold chill ran up Brad's spine.

He turned back to the book. . .

There was another gap in time, a fourteen year gap. Her last entry had been Dec 28, 1990 and the next was July 3, 2004. Did she lose track of the book? Brad also noticed that she hadn't written his work schedule down this time, and nothing about the weather had been written either.

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Saturday July 3, 2004. 



This afternoon I went to Walmart for some more things for the 4th and I heard a familiar voice. I turned around, and there stood Kurt. I haven't seen him in years and we stood and talked for a good while. 

He got around to asking me if I was still fucking around with Matt. I told him hell No!! He said that he thought maybe the two of us had carried on for a while, because he could tell by the way Matt looked at me, that he was falling for me. 

I told him that it wasn't even a week or two after he left, that Matt had tried to get me to run away to California with him. Brad was suspicious and he scared Matt off. I hadn't even seen him in like, fourteen years. 

Then he told me that I was even more beautiful now than I was before, and asked if I wanted to get together for old times sake?? I told him that I didn't know, I hadn't had any 'strange' in a long time, that it didn't sound bad, but wasn't he married now?? 

He shocked the shit out of me!! He said that he thought about bringing her with, have I ever tasted pussy?!! My eyes got big and I told him that that really sounded intriguing, so I asked him to give me his phone number and I'd think about it. 

By the time I drove home, my pussy was on fire. The thought of having a cock in my mouth again, really turns me on, and the thought of being with a woman is really fanning the flames. God, here I go again!                      

I just don't know. I'm 50 years old now. Me and Brad still have an active sex life and I love doing it with him, but something more exciting would be fun!! Every once in a while I still think about Matt's huge cock. Wonder what ever became of him and Cindy? It's been almost sixteen years since I was carrying on with him, I haven't seen him or Cindy since before me and Brad moved, fourteen years ago. God, thinking about those times when Matt and Kurt both fucked me at the same time still makes me wet!!

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"Well, now I know why she started writing again this time!!"  Brad said to himself.

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Only a few entries were made over the next month, she mentioned that her and Brad's oldest son had his own apartment now, and their daughter was married with three little boys. There was only one child at home now, her and Brad's youngest son, he would be twenty soon. 

The only mention of sex was how she'd been thinking about trying to find a way to get with Kurt and his wife for a little 'exploring of new avenues.' 

Then in early August, their youngest son had made plans to spend the weekend with friends in a neighboring town about ten miles away. Kathy would have the house all to herself on Friday night, after Brad went to work. She thought about Kurt and his wife for a while, and decided to call the phone number that Kurt had given her: 

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Wednesday Aug 4, 2004. 

                                I've been playing this over and over in my head, and I finally broke down and called Kurt today. His wife, Marie, answered, I got a lump in my throat for a second, then asked for Kurt. She ask me who was calling and I told her who I was and that I used to be a neighbor of his. She told me that Kurt had told her all about me, and that they'd been waiting on me to call, she'd go get him. 

When he came to the phone, I told him that they could come over Friday night at midnight, after Brad went to work, if they wanted to get togther. He said YES!! They'd really been excited waiting and wondering if I was going to call. He asked me directions on how to get here, he thought he knew where we lived, but wanted to make sure. 

Then Kurt said that he was glad I had called, they'd be here at midnight. I told him to make sure that Brad's truck was gone before I hung up. I don't want to get this started again, but I have to try this just once. I've almost forgotten what a cock tastes like! And pussy?? Smile.

The next entry was on the same page.

Friday Aug 6, 2004 

                               Brad has one more night to work before he's off. I'm being a bad girl again!! Kurt Mitchell is bringing his wife over tonight and we're going to have a threesome!! I've never touched a woman before. God, I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I don't know if this is going to be a regular thing or not, but I've got to give it a try!! Smile.

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Saturday Aug 7, 2004.

                                Last night was interesting. I really enjoyed myself, but I don't know if I really want to continue with it. I feel guilty this morning, but I was really turned on last night. 

Kurt and his wife, Marie, showed up right around midnight and Kurt brought a bottle of wine with. He said he thought it would help us loosen up a little. It was the first time that I've ever met his wife. We sat in the living room for a while and had some wine and we talked about the old neighborhood for a while. 

Marie shocked me when she said that she'd heard that I 'd had Kurt's cock in me before, I told her that that was a very long time ago, before they were married. She told me that it was ok, it turned her on to think that she got to taste the same pussy that her Kurt had tasted before. She said that she'd been with other women before, but I was the first one that Kurt had ever had before too. I told her that I had never touched a woman before. She started singing, ha ha!!



"Like a virgin, being touched for the very first time."



We all got a good laugh out of that. We had a second glass of wine and there was just idle chit chat between the three of us. Then, Kurt asked if we were ready to try this out, and Marie followed up by asking if we were going to go to a bedroom, or were we going to do it right there in the living room. 

Marie came over to me and pressed her lips to mine. She told me to relax, it was the same as kissing a man until I realized how forbidden it was, and it would make me wetter. She was right!! Our kiss got real passionate real quick, Marie slid her hand down and started rubbing my pussy through my jeans. 

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God, I was ready for this, I told them that we could go up stairs now. Marie took my hand and led me up the steps, I told her the door on the right. Once we were in the bedroom, we all got naked and Marie and I wasted no time getting on the bed and we were wrapped up in each others arms. 

Feeling her naked breasts and body against mine really had me turned on and I was soaking wet. Marie said that she wanted to taste my pussy now, and she started to slide downwards. She lifted her leg over me, straddled my face and planted her pussy just inches from my face, then she buried her nose into my pussy. 

GOD!! I WAS SO HOT!!



I remembered the first time I ever had Matt's cock in my face and how much it excited me. I put my hands on Marie's hips and pulled her dripping love tunnel closer to my mouth. I slowly started working on her pussy with my tongue and mouth. I was getting so turned on, I went after Marie's pussy like crazy!! 

                                 Kurt got up behind Marie, his cock and testicles were right above my face. I started licking them as he pressed his cock against Marie's pussy. I had a close up view of Kurt's cock as he penetrated her slippery cunt, then as he began thrusting in and out of Marie. 

A Little while later I told him to pull his cock out of her pussy and put it into my mouth. As soon as Kurt got his cock head into my mouth, I went after it like a wild woman. It's been a long time since I've tasted cock!! I guided his cock back to Marie's cunt, stuck it in for a few seconds, then stuck it back into my mouth again, and went back and forth like that several times. 

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Then, I guided Kurt's cock to Marie's ass and he slowly worked it in. My orgasm was beginning to build as was Marie's. She licked and sucked on my pussy and I also noticed that Kurt's testicles were starting to get firm. I cried out for him to cum in her ass!! Kurt thrust harder while I licked his balls. 

Marie had a strong orgasm and Kurt shot an enormous load inside of Marie's ass. When Kurt took his cock out of Marie's ass, I opened my mouth and pulled Kurt's cock inside, as cum dripped from Marie's asshole into my mouth. My orgasm was explosive too and I told Marie to get onto her feet and put her ass on my mouth, that I wanted Kurt's cum out of her ass!! 

Marie got up and planted her asshole right on my mouth, I tongue fucked and sucked on her ass until I thought I had all of his cum, then I motioned for Marie to get up, and I got up and went right for Marie's lips. She hesitated for a moment, then opened her mouth and we shared her husband's cum in a passionate kiss. Kurt said,

"That was hot!!!" 

We laid in each others arms, kissing and sharing Kurt's cum back and forth for a few moments. Until I got greedy and swallowed it. Oh my God, I needed that, I've missed that!! I told her that I hoped she didn't want any of that and that I was a big cum slut, I loved cum. She said that it was fine. 

We got on our knees and both started sucking on Kurt's cock, and it didn't take long, he was standing at attention again. Kurt laid on his back, I straddled him, slipping his hard cock inside of my ass. Marie straddled Kurt's face, so he could eat her pussy, while Marie and I shared a passionate kiss.

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After a while, Marie and I switched places for a bit, then we went back into a sixty nine position, only this time, I was on top. This time, Kurt got behind me and slipped his cock into my ass, his balls now hung above his wife's face. With Kurt's cock ramming my ass, while Marie's tongue was working my clit, I almost felt the start of one of those continuous orgasms like I'd felt with Matt and Kurt, all those years ago. It wasn't quite as intense, but it was good. 

I was almost having convulsions and Marie could barely keep from bursting out laughing. Kurt shot a load deep inside of my ass, and this time, Marie told me to straddle her mouth with my ass. Marie licked and sucked all of Kurt's cum out of my ass this time. Then again, we laid wrapped up in each others arms and shared Kurt's cum back and forth. 

Marie motioned to me, that I could have the cum this time too, so I swallowed it again. After we were all dressed, I looked at Marie and told her, that I had never thought about it before, but I could say, I sure enjoyed eating her pussy and also the way she ate mine. And I thanked them both. They said that they wanted to do that again sometime, and I told them that I may call, but I don't know, I just don't know??? 

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Brad wasn't sure what to make of it, Kathy had been with a woman? Was this a one time deal? Was there more? He turned the page and the date had jumped from 2004 to last week.                   A sense of dread came over Brad again.

"Last week she went with Tina, Just where the fuck did they go? Just about this whole book has been about her fucking around, so that means she was probably out fucking around last week!!" Brad said to himself.

With his heart breaking, looked down to read again. . .          

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Saturday July 20, 2013.



Going to birthday party for Candice Hill with Tina this evening. It's at Candice's house and Tina has told me about some of the parties that Candice has thrown. Let's just say that they've been pretty wild affairs! I'm a little excited, hell I'm 59 years old now, it's been almost 10 years since I've done anything wild! I don't know if any young studs are going to be interested in me or not. Well, we'll find out. Smile.

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                              Brad's heart was racing at this point, did she fuck someone just last week? He absolutely did not want to read any further. . . But, he felt like he had to know. . .

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                             Sunday July 21, 2013. 

                                OH MY GOD!! I've never had so much fun in my life!! Tina picked me up yesterday evening at 5:00 and we went over to Candice' s for her birthday party. Wow, she really has a nice place. The kitchen was huge and had an island in the middle with a gas stove on one side and snack bar / stools on the other. The dinning room was also huge and then out onto a patio with a big screened in Gazebo, an in ground pool and a hot tub. Her house sits back off of the road about 1/4 mile in a grove of trees. 

Tina told me that Candice's husband is an executive at some kind of automotive plant or something, I was too busy looking around to hear everything she said. He was out of town last night, I thought she said he was in New York on a business trip.

Tina and I were the first one's there, and we helped her get everything out. There wasn't really a dinner, it was just some meat trays and different cheeses and snacks. For drinks, she had beer, wine and several different soft drinks. By 6:00, all of the other guests had arrived. 

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I never really counted how many, but I believe there were around 10 women (including me and Tina), and maybe 15 guys. The women were all about our age, within a year or two, anyway. But none of the guys could have been much over 30, and they were ALL so good looking!! 

After everybody had eaten a little and socialized a bit. And had plenty to drink! Clothes started coming off! I started checking out some of these young guys and W O W!! Every one of them was very well hung, a couple were as big as MATT!! I was so wet. And it wasn't long before we were coupling up, and there were extra guys!! 

It was kind of a blur, I just remember having a cock in my mouth and a guy got behind me and started fucking me. Then they switched around, I looked around and there were people fucking all around me. 

G O D!! I was so turned on. I had 2 or 3 orgasms with those 2 guys, I think. I got up and moved around, and ended up in a 69 with another woman while she was getting fucked from behind. I licked a massive load of cum out of her pussy. 

I finally got ahold of the two guys with cocks like Matt's, and pulled them down onto the floor. I mounted one and told the other guy to fuck my ass. Before long, I had three more guys standing around me. I took one into each hand and one in my mouth, I wish someone had taken a picture! Smile.



It was HOT!! A couple of the other women ended up in the same position as me, and the guys just rotated around and fucked all of our holes. I was having one of those continuous orgasms just about the whole time and I got kind of vocal and let it be known that I was a cum slut, I loved cum!! 

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After I blurted that out, I think I became the center of attention, the guy in my mouth gave me a big load, and they started lining up and cumming in my face. I was covered with cum and I was swallowing all that I could. Us girls went back to work and got every body hard again, and I can't even count how many cocks I had in me last night, but I know at one time I had two in my pussy at once, and then two in my ASS at once!! GOD I came sooo hard!!




Only in a Dream Ch. 07



GOD!! WHAT A NIGHT!! 

I took the phone numbers of the two guys with the big cocks. Their names are Doug and Todd (imagine that) and they told me to call, that they really enjoyed my body. God, it's making me wet again just thinking about it!! We are definitely getting together again!! 

Damn it!! If Matt hadn't of fallen for me, I could have been enjoying his giant cock all of these years. I missed out! 

I got home around midnight and I told Brad that something didn't agree with my stomach and went to bed. I've got to find a way to get together with those guys again!!

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Brad hung his head and cried again,

"She's cheating on me again, what am I going to do?"

He stopped crying and hurried up and wiped his eyes when he heard a car pull in behind him. He wanted to leave and go home right then, but he didn't want to spoil Dustin's day that he'd so patiently waited all summer long for.

There was one more short entry on the page, before he read it, he turned the page and flipped to the end. . . This would be the last entry and he would be done with the book. He focused his eyes and started reading. . .

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                                 Wednesday July 24, 2013.

                                     Brad is taking Dustin fishing on Saturday and I'm supposed to go with mom to the mall. I think I'm going to tell mom I can't go and call Doug and Todd and ask them if they can come over, and bring a couple of the other guys that were at the party too. Then I'll have several big cocks all to myself!! I know Brad won't be back until after dark, so we'll have most of the day. Smile.

7 / 24 cont. . . 

                                       I got ahold of Doug and he said he would be here for sure, and he was pretty positive that Todd could be too. I wonder if this young Todd could possibly be the son of that prick from years ago? He does kind of resemble him. Any way, he said he was sure that some of the others would come too. Now I have to beg off from going to the mall. Smile. 

That was the end of the Book.

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                               "Oh my God, she's fucking those guys today, I've got to get out of here!!"  he thought. 



Just then, he heard some one talking, he looked up and there was his best friend Jack.

"Hey, I just missed you guys this morning, I went by your house to see if you wanted to go fishing today, and Kathy said that you and Dustin were already up here. I guess you hadn't even been gone ten minutes when I was over there. I had some other things that I had to do first, but. . . Well here I is, ha ha! Why aren't you down there fishing?" 



Brad didn't say anything about the journal, he just told Jack that he was not feeling so good and that he had stayed in the Jeep and hoped it would pass if he sat and relaxed for a while. 

Dustin had seen Jack and came up to say hi. Brad had an idea, he told the two of them that he needed to go home, he was sick. Would it be alright if they stayed and fished while he left? 

Jack and Dustin looked a little disappointed, but they said it would be OK. 

Then, Dustin told Jack,

"Grandpa has been sitting up here the whole time we've been here, he hasn't even got out of the car!"

"Are you sure that you can make it home ok?"  asked Jack. 

"Yeah, I'll be fine."  said Brad.

He told them he'd see them later and good luck, and headed for home. His mind was racing, he wanted to catch them in the act, but then again, he didn't want to see his Kathy with anybody else. Reading about it was devastating enough.

About forty minutes later, he was there. He didn't even remember the drive home, he was just there, driving past his house. There were two cars in the driveway and one in the street, so he went around the block and parked down the street a ways.

Brad grabbed the camera and crept up to the house, slipping his shoes off, to be as quiet as possible, he quietly unlocked the door and slipped in. He stood inside the doorway and listened to see what he could hear. The sounds of sex were obvious, Kathy was moaning, and the sound of skin slapping against skin could be heard. 

Tears started to well up in his eyes, but then anger started to take over. He turned the camera on and crept up the steps, noticing that the sounds were coming from his and Kathy's bedroom. When he got to the top, he took a few steps and peered into the open bedroom door. There was his wife, his sweet Kathy on the floor, straddling a man, with his cock in her pussy, another man behind her with his cock stuck in her ass, and yet another standing in front of her. She looked like she was in heaven.

"I wonder if she's having one of those orgasms that won't stop?" he thought.

He was stunned, and couldn't move as he watched two of the biggest cocks he'd ever seen just pounding away at Kathy's holes. The guy standing in front of her wasn't as well endowed as the two pounding her, but he wasn't really what you would call small, either. He watched, as Kathy sucked this guys cock like a porn star, she was going crazy on it. Then, she slowed and started taking him deeper, and in a few moments, she was deep throating him. 

He suddenly realized something,

"These guys are no older than Andy and Scott!! 

He snapped out of his daze and pushed the record button on the camera to film the porn movie going on before his eyes. Kathy took the cock out of her mouth and motioned for them to switch around. Brad stood there in stunned silence as the guy that had just had his cock in her ass went around in front of her, while the other guy took his place. 

He thought he was going to scream when Kathy took the cock that had been ramming her ass and took it into her mouth. He'd never realized just how big that cock was, until the guy had pulled it out of her. Then he watched as she took that enormous cock all the way down her throat. Kathy was on a sexual high, he could have screamed and she probably wouldn't even of heard him.

The guy standing started to moan and Kathy started stroking him as she pulled his giant cock out of her mouth, leaving it open with her tongue stuck out. He shot an enormous amount of cum on her face and in her mouth. She proceeded to lick and suck him clean. The guy behind her pumped until he was ready to come, pulled out and got back in front of her. She took him into her mouth and stroked him as she sucked, it didn't take him long, he shot his load inside of her mouth. 

Brad continued to record and could see the cum all over Kathy's face, and running out of the corners of her mouth. It made him really sad to think this was actually happening.

Kathy started riding the guy on the floor really hard and Brad could tell that she was going to come. He heard the guy tell her that he couldn't hold it any longer, and as he started to moan, Kathy let out a scream as she had a strong orgasm, while he pumped a load deep inside of her cunt.

They hadn't even noticed Brad standing there. Kathy told the three guys to stand in a row, and she started sucking their cocks to make them hard again.

Brad had seen enough, he had to get out of there. What could he possibly do? There was three guys, as young as his sons and he was all stove up with arthritis.

He suddenly had the urge to start another project. He quietly headed outside to the garage, he was going to get a sledge hammer and do some body work on these three cars, of which one was a Corvette. A spectacular yellow Corvette!!

He opened the garage and grabbed the sledge. . .

To be continued. . .

Only one more chapter.



Only in a Dream Ch. 08



They hadn't even noticed Brad standing there. Kathy told the three guys to stand in a row, and she started sucking their cocks to make them hard again.

Brad had seen enough, he had to get out of there. He suddenly had the urge to start another project. He headed outside to the garage, he was going to get a sledge hammer and do some body work on these three cars, of which one was a Corvette. A spectacular yellow Corvette!!

He opened the garage and grabbed the sledge... 

After Brad arrives home and finds Kathy acting like a porn queen with three young guys, he plots his revenge... 

This is the conclusion of the story. I will turn on the comments now. 

Brad headed out of the garage with the sledge hammer in hand, when he looked up, there stood Matt. All three hundred pounds of him, Matt looked at him and said, 

"Man, your wife sure is a cum slut isn't she?" he laughed. 

"What the fuck are you doing here, you fat fucking piece of shit?" Brad yelled,"I should have beat your ass before you ever got near Kathy!"

There were more men behind him. Brad went out of the garage door and walked past them, looking around the bushes that ran down the side of the drive. There was a line of men for as far as he could see.

"What the fuck is this shit?" Brad said.

The sun was down now, it was dark, and Brad started getting confused. Something didn't quite feel right. As Brad stood there in his driveway, the whole line of men just stared at him. Some were laughing, but there was one who looked down at the ground, acting like he didn't want to be seen, almost like he was embarrassed. 

Brad walked over to him, poking him on the shoulder, then the man looked up... It was Jason. He was older now, and bald. He was so thin, he looked like he had AIDS or something. 

Brad heard someone saying something, he couldn't make out what it was... Then, he heard it again. 

"Grandpa," he finally made out.

He looked up, and out of the darkness, he saw Dustin walking past the line of men. And there stood Jack too!! Dustin walked right past Brad, heading for the front door. 

"Grandpa," Dustin called out again, as he got closer to the front door. 

"NO," Brad hollered,"Don't go in there!! You don't need to see your grandma doing that... Wa... Wait... 

"I don't remember coming home from the lake, di... Did I even go fishing. Wait a minute, I was read... Did I ever read that damn book??" he said out loud. 

"Why am I here? What the hell is going on?" Brad was puzzled,"I never caught my Kathy doing anything, I'm reading her diary. That's how I found out about Matt...!!" 

"GRANDPA... Are you awake?" 

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Brad opened his eyes and there stood Dustin. He looked around, he was still sitting in his Jeep, not standing in his driveway. He rolled down his window.

"Grandpa, Jack's here," said Dustin. 

"Was I asleep? Was that all a dream?" Brad said to himself. 

Brad knew some of those things were true and had happened, he remembered them. 

"How much of Kathy's affairs with these different men was true? Did I read that in her journal, or was it all part of a dream?" he wondered. 

Dustin had walked up from the lake when he saw Jack pull in and had been standing there talking with him for a bit. 

"Were you asleep grandpa?" 

"I guess I was," Brad said, groggily as he reached over and turned off the radio. 

The rain was still coming down, but it was more like a mist now. 

"You sleeping instead of fishing??" said Jack, feigning shock. 

"I've been up here twice already, this is the third time. I came up when I saw Jack pull in. You looked like you were kind of out of it before, so I didn't say anything," said Dustin. 

"We've been standing here talking for probably twenty minutes or so. Oh... And a... I don't really think that I'm that fat, and... You got to Kathy before me... Remember?" 

"Huh?" said Brad.

"From the looks of it, you were having quite a dream! And you hollered out to somebody, wanting to know what the fuck they were doing here, and you called them a fat fucking piece of shit. And you said that you should have beat their ass before they ever got near Kathy!" said Jack.

"Oh... Yeah, I was having a dandy!! Sorry if you thought I was calling you names." said Brad.

"Ahh... It's alright. It was kind of entertaining watching you tho, I didn't hear everything you were saying, but you were talking up a storm, and you did open your eyes a couple of times... You even looked at us and were looking down at that book on your lap there. It looked like you were reading it. We could tell that you were out of it tho."

Brad just shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject, because he was an emotional wreck... 

"Have you caught any more?" Brad asked Dustin. 

"I got hold of a nice one, but he got off, and I've caught a couple more a little smaller than those first ones." Dustin replied. 

"Did you eat a sandwich?" Brad asked.

"Yeah, I ate two... And some chips." 

"Sorry to be so out of it, but you know how I am after I've been asleep," Brad told Jack.

"Yeah, I know," Jack smiled. 

It was mid afternoon, so, Brad figured that he'd been asleep for about two or three hours. He glanced into the rear view mirror, noticing the tracks of his tears on his face, he'd also been crying whilst he slept, 

"Well, I guess that was pretty emotional," he thought,"Wow, I dreamed all of that in three hours." 

Brad wondered again, just how much of it had been a dream and how much he'd actually read in her journal. 

"God I hope that was all a dream," he said out loud.

"Huh??" said Jack.

"Oh, nothing, I just had a weird dream is all."

"So, you feeling any better now?" asked Jack,"Dustin said that you didn't feel good."

Brad decided to stretch his legs, eat a sandwich and have a drink of pop before he did anything else, maybe that would make him feel better. He wanted to go back and look through the diary tho, to make sure what was a dream, and what wasn't. 

"I'm going to try and eat something and drink a pop to see if that helps," he said. 

He took the keys out of the ignition, went to the back of the Jeep, and retrieved a sandwich and a cold Dr. Pepper. 

"Want something to drink?" Brad asked Jack.

"Nah, I've got a drink there in my truck," answered Jack. 

Brad walked down to the water with Dustin and Jack to look around for a while, eating the sandwich on the way. Dustin asked him if he was going to fish now. 

"I will a little later, you two go ahead and fish, I just want to relax for a while longer, I usually don't like to fish until evening, anyway, you should know that Jack," said Brad as he smiled. 

Actually, he wanted to go back up to the Jeep and make sure just what was in that book. 

Brad and Jack headed back up towards the Jeep. 

"Did you see that yellow Vette that was sitting up there along the hi way for sale?" asked Jack.

"Yeah, that was pretty sharp wasn't it," Brad replied,"I wanted to take a sledge hammer to it!" he mumbled under his breath.

"Huh? said Jack.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about something," Brad laughed.

Jack got his fishing gear out of his truck and headed back towards the water. Brad told him he'd be down there a little later. He wanted to relax a little longer. 

He wasn't as groggy now, so he should be able to get through the book fairly quickly. He got in, made himself comfortable, having to wipe his glasses on his shirt. The misty rain had fogged them up pretty good. 

Brad opened the book, trying to determine which parts he had actually read, and which parts he'd dreamed. He left the radio off this time, so that he wouldn't be distracted, he was distracted enough by the dream he'd just had.

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[Author's note: The re-reading of the journal by Brad is a summary of it's actual content,(that's all that's needed here) rather than word for word. The lines are just to represent an assembly of pages].

He skimmed through the book until he saw Matt mentioned. It was right about to the point where Kathy had written about Cindy getting transferred, then it moved to Matt talking Kathy into going to Hilltop park with him. Brad's heart began to beat a little faster, as Kathy wrote about how she enjoyed the trips to the park with Matt. But, as it turned out, she enjoyed the trips because the children seemed to be having so much fun. 

Brad read up until June 28th, all Kathy had written was, that she did enjoy Matt's company, he was pleasant, they also seemed to like a lot of the same things. With Cindy away at work and Brad in bed, it gave her a chance to interact with someone besides children. 

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As Matt got more comfortable around Kathy, he started becoming more aggressive, in fact almost vulgar, he had started talking about sexual situations. Of course, he would always laugh when he said these things, as if he was joking. Kathy was starting to get a little uncomfortable being around him. 

She also thought it funny, that once, after Matt had been talking about those things, he got up from the picnic table with a hard on, his pants looked like a pup tent. She didn't look deliberately, it was just so obvious... And funny.

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Brad was relieved as he read this, and he wondered, 

"Was that when she supposedly saw Matt's cock?" 

He turned the page... 

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Kathy had started writing about her sister now. Tina had stopped by that day, while Brad was sleeping, and Kathy absolutely did not approve of the way Tina was leading her life. 

For the last couple of years, Tina had been living with her second husband, even tho they were divorced. They had two children together and she had an older child from her first marriage. Her (ex) husband worked for cash and she was on all sorts of government assistance (their reason for divorcing to begin with). The year before, she found that she could go to college and get a degree, while the government paid a babysitter fifty dollars a week for each of her three children while she went. 

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Tina and Kathy's mother watched the three kids and gave the money back to her daughter, a cool six hundred dollars a month for free. With all of her government benefits, plus her husband's 'cash' income, it worked out to where she was bringing in about one and a half times what Brad made, and was all tax free. And Brad's job was one of the highest paid jobs in the area.

Kathy had already known about how Tina was bilking the government for the last couple of years, but she just ignored her and really didn't know to what extent she was doing it. Until now.

It seemed that Tina had stopped by today for the sole purpose of rubbing her lifestyle into Kathy's face. She bragged about all of her new furniture; her new car (that was in another relative's name); the designer clothes; the jewelry and the house she lived in almost for free (HUD). 

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Then, Tina had bragged about her sexual exploits that started just a few days into the semester, Tina, who was twenty nine now, but twenty eight last fall told Kathy about all of the young guys that were chasing after her. How, on the third day after classes, she had brought some homework home in the form of a six foot, seven inch, nineteen year old college basketball player. A big muscular boy, that was big enough to crush her husband if he dare get out of line when she asked him to leave for the night.  

Tina bragged to Kathy, all about sucking that boy's huge cock, how much fun she'd had riding it. How hot it made her feel when he shot what must have been a quart of cum in her face. Tina told her all about the times she'd been with this boy since then, and how sometimes he brought one of his friends along, and she fucked them both at once, how amazing it was. And then, there were the mini orgies that she'd gone to. 

Kathy wasn't sure if Tina was telling her the truth, or just bragging, trying to make her jealous. Or was she trying to convince her to cheat on Brad.

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Before she left, Tina told Kathy that she still couldn't understand how Kathy could stand to sleep with the same guy all of the time. She told Kathy how, her husband (ex) knew better than to try and stop her from fucking who she wanted... She'd throw his ass out and take everything he had, plus she knew things about him that could get him in trouble with the law.

Kathy had told her about how the guy next door (Kurt) seemed to be making subtle passes at her. Then, how she and her friend's husband (Matt) had been taking the kids to the park, and how he had been talking about sex. She laughed as she told her about him having a hard on when he got up from the table that day.

Tina had tried her best to get Kathy to go ahead and fuck around with them, to get some of that strange cock, she didn't know what she was missing, and to live a little!! 

******** 

Brad had always told Kathy what her sister had been doing, it was obvious, but Kathy always seemed to defend her, well this book proved that Brad was right all along. 

He turned to the next page, he was up to July 13th, 1988. As he started to read, he noticed that this was the evening when Matt had gone off alone, wandering into the woods. It was starting to get dark, when Kathy went looking for him and the children. 

Brad stopped, he didn't know if he wanted to go on or not, he remembered this scenario playing out, in what he now thought was the dream. 

"But was it?" 

He reluctantly continued... 

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As Kathy got closer, she could hear the children inside of the woods a good distance away. Then, she spotted Matt standing on the trail, a short distance ahead. He was looking intently down the hill in the direction of the children's voices.

She started down the trail towards him. When she was only a few feet away, she tripped over a tree root in the darkness of the woods and lurched forward, taking a couple of almost running steps to try and catch herself.

Matt had heard her trip and turned around just in time to see her flailing towards him. He braced himself and he caught her. Kathy fell right into his arms, her face was planted right against his neck, Matt had to turn his head away to keep from getting headbutted. 

After they'd caught their balance, Matt held his arms around her tightly for a few moments, she was only inches from Matt's face and he was staring intimately into her eyes. They started to laugh a little, and when she started to pull away from him, he leaned in, pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. Caught up in the moment, Kathy caught herself kissing him back for a few seconds. She hadn't realized until then, just how attracted to him she had became. 

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Matt was an attractive man, he'd been innocently flirting with her for quite a while now. Talking about her likes, the things she was interested in, ever so slowly drawing her in. Then he had switched things up and started talking about sex. Kathy thought it was vulgar, but although she wouldn't admit it to herself, it was kind of turning her on too, she couldn't help it.

Matt had been trying to put mental images of how good sex would be with him; she had actually wondered about it. All of the things he was saying, even in a joking manner, had put images of being naked with him inside of her head. Brad was right, he was trying to get into her pants.

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Brad's heart was now beating rapidly after reading this, he was angry and hurt. Angry at Matt for trying to seduce his wife, and angry at Kathy over the fact that he'd told her what Matt was up to and she didn't believe him. Hurt because Kathy had been attracted to Matt, had actually thought about what crawling into bed with him might be like. Then, on top of that, she'd kissed him. 

Brad was almost sure, that if Matt had waited a few weeks longer before making his move, worked on her some more, he just may well have succeeded. Faithful women all over fall for this kind of shit every day. 

The flashbacks from his dream were playing havoc with his psyche too. He turned the page and pressed on... 

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Ranch dressing.

4 cucumbers.

Bag of shredded lettuce.

Cheddar cheese.

Ice cream.

1 gal milk. 

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"What the hell is that?" said Brad. 

Then, he realized what he was looking at. Kathy had started to write down a grocery list and stopped. She must have reached for her notebook and grabbed this book by mistake. He knew, that if she was yakking on the phone, or preoccupied with something, she did absent minded things like that all of the time.

"Ha ha ha... Them's her sex toys," he laughed as he remembered how she had used the cucumbers in his dream.

He turned to the next page... 

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Kathy had told Matt No!! She was married and so was he, and she had pushed away from him. Matt had been apologetic tho, said that he was sorry, he just got carried away, she was so beautiful, he just couldn't help himself. It wouldn't happen again, he promised. 

Matt hollered at the children to come on, it was getting late, while Kathy walked out of the woods, back over to the picnic table to wait. She had passed an older couple walking along the way. The woman could sense that Kathy was a little agitated, and when she saw Matt coming out of the woods, she had looked at her and asked if it was a lover's quarrel? Kathy had turned about three shades of red, and shook her head from side to side, and told the woman that NO, he was NOT her lover! 

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Then Matt walked over, apologized again, and asked her if they could still be friends. Kathy told him that she didn't know, she'd have to think about it. Matt had asked her if the kids had to suffer because he was so stupid? And did that mean that they wouldn't be bringing them out to the park anymore? He was really sorry. 

Once again, Kathy had told him she didn't know what she was going to do. Then, she said that she noticed the woman she had just passed along the trail looking back at them and watching closely. 

"Great, she probably thought we were a couple having a lover's spat!! Kathy had written. 

She also wrote that she could never tell Brad about any of this, he would probably thump Matt good. She didn't want to mess up her friendship with Cindy either. And she sure as hell, didn't want to have to get Brad out of jail. 

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Kathy thought she'd give Matt another chance. She didn't want to keep the kids away from the park, they always had so much fun there. It seemed that Matt may have just had a momentary lack of judgment and wouldn't try anything again. 

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Brad was perplexed as to why she would let herself get sucked into this, 

"I cant' believe she gave him another chance, all he's gonna do is change tactics. Fuck! I hope she was able to see that and he didn't succeed!" he thought, as he remembered the dream.

Then, he prayed he didn't already know what had happened next. 

******** 

Kathy had gone with Matt and the children to the park again, this was to be his one and only chance to keep his hands to himself. The children ran off to play, while Matt and Kathy sat down at the same picnic table they always did. 

After some small talk, Matt had started telling Kathy his woes with Cindy. He told her that they weren't getting along, and he thought that they might split up.




Only in a Dream Ch. 08



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Kathy hated to hear this, because she knew how Cindy felt about him. She told him how she really hated to hear that and asked him what he was planning on doing, if he and Cindy did go their separate ways. 

He told Kathy he had always wanted to see California, he seriously thought about moving out there and he'd had already completed several job applications for jobs in Bakersfield. This had peaked her interest, because the small town where she had lived, was less than an hours drive from there. 

He asked her to please not say anything to Cindy about it, because she didn't want anyone to know. 

******** 

Brad knew, that early on, Kathy had talked to Matt and Cindy about how her mother had taken her away from California in the middle of the night. How she didn't even get to say goodbye to her friends and she longed to go back there. How she sometimes wished they'd never moved away, and she didn't know if she'd ever get to go back. 

"Fuck, I knew it!!" said Brad. 

Another seed had been planted, and he was a little worried about what had happened next, he thought maybe Matt had used the 'moving to California' ploy to draw her in again. Brad knew how much she missed her hometown, wasn't it a coincidence that he had put applications in so close to there. Maybe he had seduced her after all. 

He started to read again... 

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Kathy's writings continued about a young man named Jason that had brought her a pair of pants to fix. He was only twenty one years old, but he was one of the best looking men she'd ever seen in her life. My God this kid was hot. 

******** 

"Have I already read this?" 

"SHIT!" 

Had she fucked the kid, or was it all part of the dream? 

He reluctantly read on... 

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Kathy wrote that Jason was smooth, he flirted with her, told her that she was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. How shocked he was, when he found out she was thirty four, he said he thought she was at the most twenty four or twenty five. 

Then, almost right away he started talking about getting himself transferred to California. How could he possibly know she was from California? 

His charms were starting to work a little bit, when he left, Kathy was flushed, she was turned on and tho she tried not to, she thought about him for a day or two. Liked to fucked Brad's brains out that night! 

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After thinking about it for a while, Kathy became a little suspicious. She remembered that the first time the boy had come over, he could only come on certain days. And they just so happened to be on one of Brad's day shifts. That was odd. And he was talking about going to California? What a coincidence.

When he returned a couple of weeks later to pick up his pants, the same thing had happened, the only time he could come, coincided with Brad's day shifts. That day, when he arrived, Jason started flirting again almost immediately. Kathy sent him into the bedroom to try the pants on, so she could make sure they fit OK. 

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When he emerged from the bedroom, it was obvious that he had been touching himself, because his cock was semi erect, the boy was big, he was huge. 

Then, he tried to work his way in. He told her that she was one spectacular lady, and one of the most interesting women he'd ever met, was there any way he could kiss her? And would she like to, maybe mess around a little bit. 

Kathy told him. that she really didn't think so.

And that's also when she figured something out. She asked him if he knew her sister, Tina. She could tell by the way he reacted after she asked, that he did. 

Tina had tried to set her up, thinking that she wouldn't be able to resist this young stud with the big cock. 

Jason was impressed with Kathy's work, and prices too. He ended up bringing more clothes for her to alter later on, but he only came over when Brad was home. Kathy insisted on that. 

********

Brad remembered the boy now, but he sure didn't know he'd come on to Kathy like he did, she'd never told him. 

"Wow, that good looking twenty one year old kid is now fourty six, wonder what he looks like now? Is he fat? Bald? Would Kathy still think he was hot?" Brad wondered. 

Then, Brad remembered the guy was married, because Kathy had altered his new bride's wedding dress for their wedding. 

Kathy made an entry stating that Brad told her she couldn't go to the park with Matt anymore and she couldn't understand why. Had he found out that Matt kissed her? Well... She had taken care of that herself and Matt wouldn't try that again or she WOULD tell Brad. 

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The weekend came along, Cindy had been off from work, then there were thunderstorms, so Matt and Kathy never got a chance to go back to the park together. But, that didn't stop Matt from coming down to visit every chance he got. If Kathy was outside, he was right there talking to her... He had a new angle, he didn't really make any outright passes at her, but he kept talking about how he was moving to California. He was also dropping little hints that he didn't want to make the trip alone. 

******** 

Even tho it was twenty five years go, Brad remembered heading out to where Matt and Kathy were, and he could always tell by Matt's demeanor, that he was irritated with Brad's presence. 

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Kathy had also written several entries saying that she almost wished she could go with him, just for a visit. She still had a friend that she kept in touch with out there and knew that she would be welcome to stay for a little while. Then, she could take the bus back home. Maybe when Matt went, she could hitch a ride with him, it WOULD be just two friends sharing a ride, nothing more. 

******** 

This really got to Brad too, she never told him that she was thinking of tagging along with Matt to California. Hell, she never even told him that Matt was talking about going to California, until just a few years ago. Brad would never have let her go with him anyway. 

"Or would she have lied to me, telling me she was going with someone else?!!" he said out loud. 

He was starting to figure out why she had hidden this book. He also knew why Matt always looked so damn irritated when Brad went around where him and Kathy were. It was hard to believe, that Kathy couldn't see what Matt was up to.

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The night came when Matt showed up with his kids, wanting a ride to Mcdonald's. When they arrived at the restaurant, Matt had handed the children some money and sent them in, while he stayed in the car with Kathy. The kids all climbed out and went inside to get their food. 

While they sat there waiting, Matt had told her that he was thinking of leaving for California within the next few weeks. 

Kathy had thought about calling her friend when she got home, to make preparations for a visit. She was about to ask him if she could ride along with, when he started talking before she got the chance. 

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He told her, that when he left, he wanted her to go with him, he said that they could start a new life together out there, just him and her. He was in love with her, and he really, really needed her to go with him. 

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"I fucking knew it!! She never told me about him saying he was in love with her, only that he asked her if she wanted to go out there with him!!" Brad said out loud.

Then a sense of dread hit him, he had a feeling that what he thought that he dreamed may just well had been what he read. 

He read on... 

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Kathy had been in a state of shock, she never answered him. Her hopes of going to California had been dashed, she wanted to go, but wanted no romantic involvement with him whatsoever. She knew that if she went, even just as friends, he would now expect more from her. There was no way that she was going to fuck her way out to California. 

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Kathy didn't know what to say. She enjoyed being friends with him, this would probably be the end of that too. The children came out of Mcdonald's, piled into the car and they headed for home. Kathy was almost in tears, she'd had such high hopes. 

When they were almost home, Kathy noticed what looked like Brad's truck pulling out of their street, she wondered where on earth he was going. She went ahead and turned the block before. If it was him, she knew it would probably upset Brad, that she had driven Matt to Mcdonald's. 

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As they were pulling in, Kathy noticed a loud vehicle moving quickly down the street towards them and she told the children to stay put until it passed. Matt asked her if she would please think about it, and let him know, he thought that they would make a pretty good couple. 

He had no more got those words out, when Brad came sliding to a stop in front of them, and he was very upset. After not speaking since he had asked her to go to California with him, Kathy finally responded to Matt's queries. She said,

"Why don't you go ask Brad if I can go with you to California... And be your little fuck toy." 

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Matt jumped out of the car and hung around at a distance, only long enough to hear what Brad screamed at Kathy. When he saw how pissed off Brad was, heard him screaming, he didn't even wait on his children. He almost ran home. Kathy told Brad that nothing was going on, she had just given them a ride to Mcdonald's. 

She never said anything to Brad about Matt asking her to go to California with him either. She didn't want Brad hurting him, like she knew he would. 

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Apparently, Matt heard everything that Brad had to say tho, because he never came around Kathy again. He never left Cindy and never went to California either. Kathy knew then, that she'd been played. 

She was upset with Matt, she thought he was her friend and all along, he had only been trying to bed her... Just like Brad had warned, and she felt so bad about not believing him now. 

She wrote that if she'd ridden with him, he could have cornered her far away from home, she wouldn't have had a choice. She probably would have had to fuck him, or get left behind somewhere. She felt so guilty about it all. 

******** 

Although she had never provided details, she did tell Brad, just a couple of years ago about Matt asking her to go to California with him. Brad told her he knew that Matt had the hots for her. 

All this was now twenty five years in the past. 

Brad was really relieved, he knew that Matt had wanted to get into Kathy's pants, but she wouldn't listen to him. What hurt tho, was how close Matt came to succeeding. 

If he would have waited just a little longer, Kathy was getting ready to ask him if she could tag along. He would have had her right where he wanted. This really upset Brad, it had been that close... Maybe by only minutes... Seconds.

He turned the page and read on... 

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Kathy had written a little about how she would miss the old house. She also penned some words about that last day, when her and Brad had walked through for the last time. But, Matt wasn't even mentioned in any of it.

There must not have been anything significant that happened for a while because, Kathy's writings were from later times, after the move to the new house, 

"Maybe it got packed away for the move, misplaced, then found again later," Brad thought. He remembered a few boxes of just 'stuff' that Kathy had put in one of the closets. 

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Kathy's feelings were about the same as Brad's, concerning the children, how fast they were growing up and didn't seem to need her as much. Their youngest still depended on them, but he was spending more and more time outside with his friends. He didn't need the constant supervision that a younger child would. Kathy missed that... Terribly. 

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Brad turned the page and stopped, the words 'box of condoms' stuck out like a sore thumb in the middle of the page. His heartbeat quickened as he started to read... 

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False alarm. Although he didn't condone it, Kathy had purchased a box of condoms for their daughter to keep in her purse, because she knew that her and her boyfriend (now husband) were getting serious.

Then, he recognized something written down, that had also been in his dream... When Kathy purchased the condoms at the grocery store, the checkout girl became very embarrassed because her boyfriend had walked up as she rung up the box. He looked right at her and smiled, while she held them in her hand.

He laughed as he focused back on the book... 

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There was a whole page devoted to the romantic trip out of state that her and Brad took one year. How she enjoyed the restaurants they'd gone to and how she almost felt like they were on their honeymoon, because when they were first married, Brad was still on disability and they didn't have the funds to do anything. 

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Then, there was another page about the night they rented a cabin about fifty miles from home for a short getaway. Kathy never went into the dirty details, but she made it clear that her and Brad had an energetic all nighter and how much she enjoyed it. Smile.

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Then there was a big gap in the dates, the next entry was from 2004. Kathy remembered sadly, as she talked about the shock of finding out about the death of Greg. How he'd been such a good friend to her and Brad, how funny she thought it was, that his family had assumed she was having an affair with him. 

Wondering just what Greg had actually told them, that made them think there was something going on between them. 

It bothered her for a long time, that she never made it over there to see what Greg had wanted to tell her. She felt guilty, but, how could she possibly know that he would be dead the next day. 

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A month later, she was in Walmart and ran into Kurt Mitchell and his wife, Marie. This was the first time she'd ever met Kurt's new wife. They stood and talked for quite a while about the old neighborhood, and all that had occurred after they had moved away. She told him all about her and Brad's grandchildren. Kurt asked her if Brad still had his boat and still liked to fish, she told him about how he had traded for bass boat that he had now.

Brad turned to the next page and noticed another big jump in the dates... to last week. Then he remembered the dream again... 

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Kathy had written that she had gone to a birthday party at Tina's friend Candice's house. The party was for Candice's 4 year old granddaughter and Tina had brought along her own grand daughter, who was 5. She wrote how nice Candice's house was and how she had enjoyed the time spent with the little girls there, compared to all of the boys that she and Brad had for grandchildren. 

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About 7:00 PM, Candice's son Doug, showed up with his friend Todd. Kathy had wondered about the son's friend, Todd, because he looked so much like the 'Todd' that had chased after her back about the same time her and Brad had got together. She thought that maybe it was his son. 

She had noticed Tina was talking to the both of them quite a bit, then she came over and asked Kathy to keep an eye on her grand daughter, she was leaving, and would be back in just a little while, there was something that Doug and Todd were going to help her with. 

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Tina left with them about 7:45 and didn't return until 11:30. Kathy had been pretty sure that she knew exactly what Tina was up to, and she was right! On their way home, Tina had bragged about how hot those two young guys were and how big their cocks had been. Then she went into detail about all of their activities. 

She told Kathy that she should have come along, that there was another one of their friends back at their apartment and he had also joined in. So there would have been plenty of cock to go around. 

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Tina laughed and said that it was funny, because she'd fucked the one boy's dad a long time ago. Todd was indeed the son of the Todd that had worked with Kathy so many years ago. Tina asked if Kathy remembered him and said that she still thought that Kathy had fucked him, and if she really hadn't, she was stupid. 

"Oh yeah, you hooked up with B-r-r-a-a-a-a-d about that time didn't you? All of those hot guys chasing after you, and you went with him... Ha ha ha! I guess he has made a good living for you tho, hasn't he?" said Tina.

"I am curious tho, with his legs being so fucked up, and the other health problems he's got... Can he even get it up anymore? Ha ha... Does he make you c-u-u-u-m?!! Ha ha ha ha."

Kathy was starting to get a little agitated with Tina, and she told her,

"He does just fine, and I'm happy and very satisfied... And yes he does... He makes me come... sometimes two or three times when we do it."

Kathy noticed that Tina's smile kind of faded a little when she told her that. She wrote that it was true about coming more than once, but at her age, any more than one time made her feel exhausted for a day or two.

When Tina dropped Kathy off, she told her that she needed to wake up and take off those 'goody two shoes,' she didn't know what she was missing. 

"If you want me to set it up, I can hook you up with Doug and Todd, in fact Todd asked me who the lady that I left Tabitha with was, he thought you looked good enough to eat. When I told him that you were my older sister and you were almost 60, he said he couldn't believe it, there was no way that you were that old. He said he would like to give you a good fucking!" Tina told Kathy.

"So? how about it, are you game...? I'll set it up, I'm telling you, you won't regret it."

Kathy was shocked and a little hurt by what her sister had just said, and told her NO! She was NOT interested. 

"Brad thinks I'm good enough to eat too, and he does it quite well, thank you," Kathy said.

She thought back to when her and Brad first got together and her and Tina had had a similar conversation about this young guy's father. She was just about ready to rip Tina a new one, but she decided that she wasn't going to say anymore . She pushed it aside, because she still wanted a relationship with her only sister, they weren't getting any younger. She at least wanted to keep the peace between them for her mother's sake.

"So, that's why you've been with him all of these years huh? He eats your pussy, doesn't he?" Tina quipped.

At first Kathy didn't say anything, she just smiled real big. Then, she had to ask,

"Why, haven't any of your three husbands done that?" 

Tina didn't answer, just stared out of the front windshield of her car.

"You should find a husband that really likes the taste of pussy, I've got one... You don't know what you're missing!" Kathy said, as she got out of the car and headed inside.

******** 

Brad thumbed through to the end, that had been the last entry in the book. What Tina had said to Kathy, had made him angry.

"Why does she harbor so much resentment of Kathy? It's so obvious that she's still jealous of her, and she's fucking still trying to get her to fuck other guys," he said to himself.




Only in a Dream Ch. 08



He was relieved that the journal didn't contain the things he thought it would. As far as he could tell, what had happened was, he hadn't slept much the night before and he was extremely tired. As he sat in the Jeep with the rain coming down, he started dozing on and off as he tried to read. The old songs playing on the radio had put thoughts in his head too. 

The book was less than a hundred pages too, not the epic that he had dreamed about. 

His mind had taken parts of what he was reading, jumbled it up with the fears he had of what he thought was in the diary. Plus there were the activities that Kathy described her sister partaking in and these got mixed in as well. 

The memories of the time when him and Kathy had moved were mostly real. Reading the diary had sparked memories from that time. He might have had those thoughts while he was awake, in between dozing, or they may just be stuck in his sub conscience. Either way they were fond memories. 

Brad remembered that last walk through the old house, he still got a little teary eyed thinking about it. Could it be possible, so much time has passed since that day. 

He knew that he'd dreamed about Jack showing up too, he figured that he must have woken up briefly and heard Jack and Dustin talking. Then, had fallen back to sleep.

He remembered how that yellow Corvette, that had been parked in someone's front yard along the hi way, had ended up in his driveway and he was getting ready to bust it up with a sledge hammer. 

"Funny how dreams work," he laughed to himself.

Brad got out of the vehicle and headed around back, retrieving his fishing rods and headed for the lake. 

Dustin and Jack saw him coming and waved to him. Dustin was glad to see his grandpa out of the Jeep, Dustin had sensed that something was bothering him. Jack asked him if he felt better now and Brad told him that he thought he was going to be alright.

Over the next couple of hours, they caught several more bass. None were really big enough to have bragging rights, but there were a few pretty nice ones. 

Maybe it was just the reminiscing from earlier that put times from the past in his head, he was really feeling a sense of melancholy. Once again, thoughts of his fourteenth birthday ran through his mind. That big bass that had enticed his grandpa to start fishing again. 

"Wow! It's been almost 42 years since I caught that big bass in the old pit; that's just plain unreal," he thought. 

Was reading the journal, what put him into this mood he was feeling? 

The rain eventually tapered off, the sun came out and the humidity started rolling back in. Brad was sweating and his glasses kept fogging up. 

"Damn, I should have fished while it was raining... Damn it, it's hot!" Brad complained. 

"Do you guys want to run into town for a bathroom break and to cool off a little?" he asked Dustin and Jack.

"Yes!!" came the response from Dustin with a big smile.

"Sounds good to me," said Jack.

It was late afternoon, almost evening when they took their break, Jack rode with Brad and Dustin, and they drove to a nearby small town and visited a service station to use the restroom. 

Brad bought him and Dustin a slushy and some beef jerky and Jack bought a fried pickle (he always was kind of quirky), then they drove back over to the lake and the three were soon fishing again. 

A few hours later, as the sun started to set, Brad thought about the times so long ago, when he and his grandpa... And Jack too, had been out on a lake somewhere, at about this same time of day. Only now, it was Brad with his own grandson, and Jack again, same time of day, doing the same thing. 

Over to the West, the sky looked like there might be some more rain coming in in a little while. Brad looked at the reflection of the orange and purple colored clouds in the western sky in the calm water, the dark reflection of the occasional bird or duck sailing above the glass like surface. As he listened to the faint sound of traffic on the distant highway, he could feel his grandpa's presence, as tho he was right there with them, enjoying the contentment of these moments with his grandson(s) and his best friend.

Soon, it was dark, they loaded up their gear and were headed home. On the way, Dustin talked about all of the fish they'd caught, and hoped his brothers and his friends would believe him. 

"Uh... But, we have pictures," said Brad. 

"Oh yeah, I forgot," said Dustin. 

Other than a few words, Brad stayed pretty quiet, he was lost in thought, just as he had been on the trip up, earlier in the day. There were a few revelations that he was not really 'tickled pink' about, but his thoughts were mostly about some of the more pleasant memories brought to the surface by reading her diary and hearing some of the songs he hadn't heard in a very long time. 

After they got into town, Jack honked and waved as he turned off to head home. Once again, Brad thought about how many times the scene of Jack waving and heading home had played out over the years.

When they arrived home, Brad opened the garage, he and Dustin unloaded and put away their fishing rods / gear. Brad grabbed the camera and they headed inside. Dustin was the first in, telling Kathy all about their day. 

"I caught a bunch of nice fish this morning while grandpa was asleep," said Dustin. 

"Asleep...? Why were you asleep...? I knew you haven't been feeling good, you were acting funny yesterday!" Kathy said, concerned. 

"I didn't sleep well last night," said Brad. 

"Were you sick?" 

"Just a minute, I'll be right back," Brad said, as he turned to go back outside. 

Brad went back out to the Jeep, grabbed the journal, and returned inside, lying it down on the kitchen table. 

Kathy's face was a little flushed, 

"Where did you find that?" she said in a worried voice,"Have you read any of it?" 

"Yesterday, while you were over at your mom's, I got on the computer and the internet cable came unplugged again. So I crawled underneath the desk to plug it back in... Well, I found it." Brad told her. 

"And Yes, I've read the whole thing." 

Kathy was trying to read his face for any doubts he might have about her now. 

"Oh," she said,"So that's what was wrong with you yesterday afternoon and last night, wasn't it?" not really knowing what else to say. 

"Yeah, when I first found it, I couldn't quite figure out why you hid it. Then after I opened it up and read for a while... I saw Matt Lane's name several times, and since you'd hidden it, I..." 

"You thought I slept with Matt, didn't you?" Kathy cut in. 

Then she looked at Dustin and told him to go take a bath and make sure to check himself for ticks. 

Brad smiled when she said that, then he said, 

"I'd like to check you for ticks."

Kathy just looked at him like he was crazy, but with all of the memories he'd had after hearing certain songs on the radio, that when she said that... 

"Brad Paisley... Ticks?" he said.

She still just looked at him.

"I'd Like to see the other half... Of your butterfly tattoo," Brad sang to her.

"Oh, OK, I get it now," said Kathy, as she smiled for a moment.

Dustin had hung around for just a bit to see if his grandma was going to figure out what grandpa was talking about. He'd had the same thought when Kathy told him to check himself.

Then, as soon as Dustin had gone into the bathroom, Brad continued about the journal. 

"Well, you came in just as I got to the part about Matt, so, I just hid it and decided to look at it today," said Brad. 

"Are you satisfied that I didn't now?" she replied. 

"I guess, but... You said that you were attracted to him... And you kissed him. Even said you wondered what going to bed with him would be like," said Brad, as he looked away a little hurt. 

Kathy saw the pain in his eyes and she felt a tad guilty. 

"Don't tell me that it's never crossed your mind what it would be like with someone else, I've seen the way you check out pretty girls when they're around... Matt started talking about sex... Yes it crossed my mind, but the thought left as quick as it came. I didn't do anything with him, we both know I could have, cause he sure wanted me pretty bad," she said. 

"I didn't because I love you, I have almost since the day I met you." 

"Why didn't you ever tell me about him kissing you, or coming on to you like he did?" Brad asked,"You know I told you that he was trying to get into your pants." 

She shrugged her shoulders, nervously, 

"I didn't want you going down and beating the snot out of him, like I know you would have. I guess I didn't want Cindy to know what he'd done either. I know that she really loved him, I didn't want her to think I encouraged him," said Kathy. 

"You wanted to go to California with him didn't you?" Uttered Brad,"You know I would never have let you go. Would you have lied to me, told me you were going with someone else and sneaked away with him?" 

Kathy didn't answer, just looked away. 

"You would have, wouldn't you? And you would have fucked him too!!" Brad said angrily,"You wouldn't have had a choice, you would have felt obligated." 

"I didn't go, did I?" Kathy shot back. 

"Why...? Why didn't you go?" Brad queried. 

"I told you about him asking me to go out there with him," she replied, meekly. 

"Yeah, what...? Twenty some odd years after it happened?" Brad questioned,"And you never did tell me how that actually came about, you made it sound like it was just gonna be a couple of buddies going on a friendly little trip." 

Kathy looked as if she was about to cry, how could she possibly make him see that she had no ulterior motives.

"At first, it was my idea, you should have read that in my book," said Kathy,"He said that he was moving out there, and I thought maybe I could get a ride and stay with Sarah for a week or two, then take the bus back, I thought we were just friends." 

Brad just glared at her in disbelief, 

"Did you forget that you were attracted to him, that you'd already kissed him?" he asked,"It takes longer than one day to get to California, you guys would have had to stop and stay at a motel. You wouldn't have been able to resist fucking him, your curiosity and the temptation would have been too great," he said crossly. 

"Then, you know as well as I do, that once you would have fucked him, he would have been down here fucking you all of the time, while I was working nights."

Kathy started to say something, but Brad cut in,

"You should also know that he had no intentions of going to California. He would have driven a few hours away, and pulled into a motel for the night. Then, after he fucked you, he would have came back here and probably told you that if you didn't keep fucking him, that he would tell me and Cindy!"

Kathy's eyes pleaded with him to believe her, 

"I... I thought that he'd got that crap out of his head and that we were just friends. That we could actually go and nothing would happen, honestly, I really thought that," Kathy countered. 

"You know... You being so fucking naive is why I love you, but one of these days, it's going to get you into trouble," Brad came back,"It's hard to believe that you could actually think, that a woman could go on a cross country trip with a man that she's attracted to, even just a little bit. The man's already made his intentions clear, that he wants to be with her, then they both stay at a motel... And nothing would happen...? Come on!!" said Brad.

"I did believe it, I would not have cheated on you, if I would have wanted him, I would have separated from you first, I didn't did I?" Kathy retorted,"He didn't know anything about me wanting to go, I never mentioned it. I realized, after he said he wanted me to go to California and live with him, what he had in mind." 

"What if he hadn't told you that he wanted you to go? I read in your book that you were just getting ready to ask him if you could tag along. Then, he would have had you right where he wanted you... Do you realize how close you came to getting put in a compromising position... Maybe just seconds... If you would have spoken up first, you would have gone with him."

Kathy looked down, and continued, 

"No I wouldn't have, you pretty much took care of that, when we got back from Mcdonald's and you threatened him, didn't you...? Didn't you read what I told him that night?" 

Kathy took hold of Brad's hand and said, 

"I made it perfectly clear to him, that I was not going to run off and be his little sex toy." 

"I wished you would have told me back then, me and him could have had a nice little talk," said Brad. 

"Talk hell, you would have beaten the fuck out of him!!" Kathy quipped. 

"Yeah, you're right there, I still wish you would have told me tho. Have you seen him lately?" Brad said,"He weighs about three hundred pounds, Cindy's face is all fucked up. She was starting to get kind of cute before that old man hit her, too," he smiled. 

"Alright, I get your point, can we stop talking about Matt now?" Kathy said in a serious tone.

"OK," said Brad,"But, what about Jason? You thought he was sooo hot? Did you dream about fucking him too?" he teased. 

"Jason?" Kathy wondered,"Who in the hell is Jason? 

"That kid that you fixed the pants for back about twenty five years ago. You fixed his wife's wedding dress too," said Brad. 

"Oh, OK, I know who your talking about now, I can't even remember what I wrote about him, it's been such a long time since I wrote that in there," Kathy replied. 

"I do remember that Tina sent him over to our house to try and seduce me... He didn't get the job done, did he?" Kathy said,"I told you that I love you and yes, I remember now. That boy was hot!" she laughed. 

"And yes, I probably did think about him, when you see someone as attractive as he was, everybody fantasizes a little. Just like you probably do about Sandra Bullock, or one of those other pretty women."

"Well, yeah, I'll agree with you there, but you have guys coming on to you all of the time, and what chance would I ever have with someone... Wait... I've got you, don't I? I've got the girl everybody seems to want."

Brad put his arms around Kathy and kissed her, then he said,

Didn't I always tell you that your sister was a fucking cunt, I could tell that the very first time I met her," said Brad,"And look how many times she tried to fix you up with someone else?"

Brad nor Kathy either one spoke for a few moments, then he looked over at her and said, 

"You know, right after I started reading your book, is when I started dozing off and on, I had one hell of a dream. You might even call it a nightmare." 

"And what were you dreaming about?" asked Kathy. 

"Well, I had to go back and read the whole thing over again, because the dream was so real, I didn't know if it was something that I actually read, or part of the dream," said Brad,"I dreamed about you and Matt going out to Hilltop Park, but instead of tripping and falling into his arms... 

He paused for a moment and glared at her.

"The day he kissed you... And you kissed him back!" Brad said, with contempt in his voice. 

"In my dream, you walked up behind him in some heavy brush and surprised him while he was taking a piss. He turned around, you got a glimpse of his huge cock." 

"Ha ha ha," Kathy laughed,"Huge cock, huh...? That's funny! Did you forget that I saw his hard on when he stood up that day? I know I wrote that, ha ha ha, he a little feller, ha ha ha." 

Brad felt relieved when he heard that Matt was small, he continued, 

"Then, you were distracted all week, cause all you could think about was, his big cock. You wanted to try out a porn star sized cock." 

Kathy grinned a mischievous grin,"If I'd wanted a porn star sized cock, I would have gone after that boy, what's his name... Jason?" 

"He'd been playing with himself or something and he was a little hard. The outline of his big un' was showing right through those dress pants he had on, I CAN remember that," Kathy joked. 

"Oh yeah, well, you fucked him in my dream too, just wait, I'll get to him in a little bit." 

Kathy was now laughing, 

"Just how many people did I fuck in your dream anyway?" she asked. 

"Just let me tell you the dream and I'll get to all of that. Let me see, oh yeah, you thought about Matt's cock all week and when I went back on nights, you and Matt went back out to the park," Brad said, as he gave her another disapproving look. 

"It was starting to get dark and you guys walked into the woods to holler at the kids. Matt pulled you into his arms and kissed you, while you reached down and started stroking his big cock," said Brad.

"Ha ha ha, I didn't take my tweezers with me to the park," Kathy laughed.

"Well, then you told him to come down to the side door of the garage after I left for work, that you'd be waiting on him. After I left, you went back to our room and took all of your clothes off, then went to the door and waited on him." 

Kathy had a look of anticipation on her face, 

"Oh, I can't wait to hear this," she said inquisitively. 

"Oh, and I forgot, while you were fantasizing about Matt's cock all week, and you bought some cucumbers and practiced sucking on them until you could deep throat them. 

"What???!!" I sucked on a cucumber... Ha ha! Where in the hell did that thought come from?" 

"Yes you did... You had started a grocery list in the book, an..."

"Why would I start a grocery list in a journal??" 

"Who the hell knows, I've seen you do some weird shit when you're distracted!!"

"Anyway, when he got there... 

"Who got where??"

Brad just stared at her for a moment, wondering whether or not she was serious.

"See what I mean... Matt!! Matt got down to the side door of our old bedroom..."

OH... OK, I'm sorry, go on," said Kathy.

After you let Matt in, he took off his clothes. You got down on your knees, and told yourself that you were a whore, then you sucked on his cock until he came all over your face and in your mouth. Then, you kept sucking on him until he was hard again, climbed on and rode him until you had a big orgasm; Then you stuck his giant cock into your ass and he fucked you to another orgasm," Brad explained.

"Oh... And you laid there on top of him while his cock went soft and when you went to climb off, you had a mini orgasm when his cock popped out." 

"So, I sucked the cum out of his huge cock and then he stuck that giant thing in my butt, right?" Kathy said,"And just how long was this 'affair' supposed to have gone on? Was it only the one time, or did it last for a while?" 

Brad nodded, then continued, 

"Oh, It went on for quite a while, but after the first week, Kurt Mitchell joined in... Oh, I forgot, Kurt saw you out one evening in the yard, you were doing something to your roses I think... Uh, he told you he had seen Matt coming down after I went to work, and he wanted in on the action. You told him to come to the side door after I left that night and then, you fucked him. 

The next time Matt came down again, you were standing outside naked talking to Kurt. 

No, wait a minute, that's not right... Matt came down and you took him outside and fucked him against the fence right next to Kurt's bedroom window, then, a car went by and the light came through the house and you could see Kurt standing there watching you and Matt!!

"Oh, really?

"Yeah, then it was the next time that Matt came down and you were standing outside naked, and talking to Kurt. 

"What!! Just how the hell did I wind up standing outside naked, talking to Kurt?"

"While you were waiting by the door for Matt to come, you decided to go outside in the back yard for a walk..."

"And I was naked, right??"

"YES, Let me finish!"

"When you decided to go back in, you headed for the door, and Kurt was standing on his back porch, and y..."




Only in a Dream



After their marriage, Brad and Kathy bought a house with a large two car, attached garage. The wheels in Brad's head were spinning, plenty of room in the garage for a model railroad, a large one too. He switched from 'HO' gauge, to 'N' scale. Literally half the size. The railroad empire he had always dreamed of, was now within reach.

Brad still remembered like it was yesterday. The bench work had all been completed for the railroad, he was going to start laying track the next day. He could hardly sleep that night for thinking about it. Before he could start on the train, he needed to visit the hobby shop for some track accessories and wood strips for the bridge that was going to be the starting point.

Kathy and he had taken the two (at the time) children to the doctor that afternoon and ended up being stuck there a lot longer than expected.The hobby shop was going to close before they would get out of the doctor's office. Brad told Kathy he was going to go ahead and walk to the shop before it closed, then walk on home, a distance of about two miles.

"You really are obsessed aren't you?" she said.

She wasn't really thrilled about him leaving, but she told him to go ahead,

"I'll be alright."

Brad remembered how it rained lightly on the way home that day and he had also walked for about two hundred yards along the railroad track. He wasn't really sure why that day stuck out in his mind like it did, but it was ingrained in his memories.

"Wow!! That's been thirty years ago," thought Brad.

Then his thoughts turned to all of the happy times he and Kathy had spent in that old house. The ten years they lived there, now seemed like a lifetime ago, a dream, like it wasn't real somehow. They'd now lived in their current home, twice as long as the old one. 

"How is any of this possible?" he thought.

********

Brad's thoughts turned to his grandfather, he remembered how he had tried to get grandpa to go fishing with him, but he never seemed to be interested in going for some reason, then Brad caught a fish. . . 

********

It was Brad's fourteenth birthday, he had ridden his bike down to Lake Sun and Fun, to the spot where he always fished. It was a cool, rainy day in March, about fifty degrees, but that wasn't going to stop him from fishing. He had just received a brand new Johnson Century fishing reel and some new buck tail spinners from his mom for his birthday, so he was pretty excited to hit the water. 

When he arrived at the lake, he tied on one of the spinners. Looking out over the water, trying to decide where to cast first, he saw a swirl, indicating a fish a little to the right, about thirty feet out.

Good enough, he thought, he cast about ten feet past where the swirl was, then as he reeled it in. . . WHAM!!! He got a huge hit. Something grabbed his lure and made a run for deep water. At first, Brad thought that it was most likely a big carp. The fish made a run of about twenty feet to his left, then the water exploded, the biggest bass he had ever seen in his life jumped up and made itself known.

A couple of years before, he had seen a big bass jump out of the water next to the bank and snatch a blackbird off of a limb hanging low over the water. That was just about one hundred feet from where he now stood,

"Is this that fish?" he thought, "This one looks bigger than it."

No one at all, had believed him about the bass and the blackbird. His friends laughed and said that there weren't any bass that big in that old lake. It became a big joke among his friends, he had been teased relentlessly over it. He wasn't really sure whether or not his grandpa believed the tale or not.

His heart was beating so hard, he thought it would jump out of his chest. The bass made another run and he thought it was going to pull the rod out of his hands. He managed to loosen the drag on his reel a little, letting the fish take some line. Then, it turned and ran the other way, heading for an old tree that had fallen into the water years before.

"No, no, don't go over there!!" Brad said out loud.

He pulled hard on the line and the fish reversed directions.

By now, couple of the local residents had caught on to the fight between boy and fish, and had come out to watch. The bass came out of the the water to make one last attempt to throw the lure, when it came down, it landed on top of the thick moss and algae that ran out about twenty feet from the bank. Brad quickly reeled up the slack, then pulled the bass to shore. He'd won the battle, he had the fish.

The people watching all walked over to see his fish and were amazed at the size of the bass. One elderly man went back to his house and retrieved his fishing rods. They all congratulated him and returned to their homes, except for the old man, who was now fishing.

As Brad gathered up his things, he was shaking, he wanted to get home and show off his fish. He was also scared he would lose it somehow.

"You're not leaving already are you?" the old man questioned.

"Yeah, I want to get home and show this to my grandpa and my friends," Brad replied.

He climbed onto his bike and pedaled for home. Several people stopped him along the way, so that they could admire his fish. What a day, what a birthday it had been, and it wasn't even noon yet.

When he got home, his grandpa was sitting in his usual spot on the front porch and before he noticed the fish,

"You sure weren't gone very long, how did your new reel do?" he asked.

"I only got to cast it once," Brad revealed, as he just realized that fact himself.

Grandpa looked up from his paper, with a concerned look on his face. 

"What the hell happened?" 

Brad held up his fish, which by now was starting to hurt his arm a little. 

"This. . ." 

For a few seconds, there was silence, as grandpa's eyes grew to the size of half dollars.

" HOLY SHIT!!!! Grandpa exclaimed, as he came down off of the porch. 

"You caught that, right down there in the pit?" he said.

Grandpa was one of the older citizens that still referred to the lake as the pit.

Before Brad had a chance to answer, grandpa was up the steps and going in the front door,

"MA. . . MA. . . Come here and look at the fish the boy caught!"

After a few moments, grandpa reappeared with grandma, 

"Oh my heavens," she said, as she came out onto the porch.

Grandpa and grandma stood and admired Brad's fish for a bit, then grandpa said, 

"Bring the fish and let's go." 

He and Brad got into grandpa's car and they drove over to the bait shop a few blocks away. 

After the fish had been weighed on the official scales, the lady at the bait shop was amazed, and impressed, 

"Seven pounds, four ounces. That's really a nice fish, I've not seen one come in here like that, for at least twenty years." 

Grandpa knew just exactly what fish she was referring to, too. Twenty years before, he had worked at the auto repair shop right across the road from the gravel pit where Brad had caught the fish. One afternoon, just after the shop closed for the day, he was walking over to his car, when he saw a crowd of people across the road at the pit.

He walked over to see what the commotion was all about, when a man slowly climbed up the bank from the water with a very large bass. Grandpa had always remembered that fish, told the story many times. The man had become somewhat of a local Brad's fish was bigger. It made grandpa proud, very proud.

The lady at the bait shop gave Brad some rubber worms and a couple of lures as a prize. Then she took his picture, telling him it would be taped up on the 'wall of fame' with the other photos of large fish that people brought in, just as soon as she had the film developed. Two weeks later, there was his picture on page three of the local newspaper, with the caption: Local Boy Catches Large Bass.

So much for the naysayers about the size of fish in the old pit. . . For a little while, people would see him and congratulate him, always asking all sorts of questions about what he caught it on, where, etc. . . Being shy like he was, it got kind of old quickly, but grandpa sure was proud and would tell people all about it.

After he caught that fish, Brad fished for bass exclusively, catching bluegill and crappie on live bait didn't interest him anymore, they were too easy. He craved the rush he got, when that bass hit his lure like it did, the challenge of fooling them with artificial bait.

Brad catching that fish, awakened something in grandpa, he started fishing again. And not just a little, he caught the bass fishing fever. Grandpa spent the next few years, almost obsessed with fishing, he was almost never spotted without a fishing rod in his hand. When he wasn't at a lake somewhere, he was either sitting in the living room, or on the front porch working on one of the lures he was making.

As Brad reminisced about his grandpa fishing again, he remembered how his best friend always seemed to be around too. When Brad was a freshman in high school, he met Jack Arthur, they became best friends and to this day, still are.

Grandpa, Brad and Jack became fishing buddies, they fished every chance they got. In the local lakes, a couple of State owned lakes about ten miles northeast of town, and an old gravel pit thirteen miles to the north. 

Grandpa also tried to freeze them to death, when he took them out on January 1st one year. Then when summer rolled around, it was up at five o'clock every morning. Then, grandpa went to Montgomery Wards and purchased a small Jon boat, because there wasn't a whole lot of bank fishing areas at a couple of the lakes. 

They caught a lot of bass, though no one topped the big one that Brad caught, they did catch some pretty nice ones. They even caught some bass on the lures that grandpa had carved. What was square on the ends, medium blue and had yellow stripes in nature, none of them knew, but the bass sure did like them. 

They had the best times of their lives, Brad was glad he got to spend time fishing with grandpa, because. . . 

It's said that all good times must come to an end, and end they did, a sad end, unfortunately. Just before Brad's eighteenth birthday, grandpa became ill. He was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, in a few short months, was gone. 

Brad was devastated, grandpa's death really took a toll on him, it was something he never could get past. Even today he still had a hard time dealing with it. 

Jack was very sad too. He had really learned to like grandpa a lot, as he did not have a real good relationship with his own father.

Brad started sweeping floors at a local dept store when he was just thirteen. When he became old enough to drive, grandpa, grandma, and his mom made him a deal. If he would pay for his own gas and insurance, they would use some of the money that they had saved from his father's Social Security, to buy him a car. 

Now being able to drive, he found a job across town, where he could work more hours, and of course make more money.

Not being able to leave anything alone, Brad spent a lot of time and money working on his car. New tires, wheels and air shocks. He tore the engine apart (with grandpa's help), rebuilt it with a hotter cam, eleven to one pistons, an Edlebrock Torker aluminum intake manifold and a Holley carb. Then added headers, with glass pack mufflers. Plus an ACCEL ignition.

In the transmission, he installed a shift kit and a B & M - 'HOLE SHOT' 3000 rpm stall speed torque converter, along with 4.88 gears in the rear end. The car was fast.

Grandpa had fun too. He admitted that he had always wanted to do something like that to a car. Brad and Jack both learned a lot about mechanics from grandpa at the same time.

Grandpa was sick during the final stages of the rebuild, Brad had to do most of it himself. Grandpa had become very frail and against grandma's wishes, he took the car out for a drive a couple of times before he died. He 'got on it' a couple of times too, the look in his eyes was that of pure joy.

Brad was really glad he had finished the car in time that grandpa had the opportunity to drive it before he left. He knew how much that meant to him. 

******** 

Brad thoughts drifted back to the big bass he had caught, he laughed to himself, as he thought about that fish. One thing he would definitely do differently, he would absolutely have had that fish mounted. They had cleaned it and grandma fried it up for supper. Grandpa had saved the head in the freezer. 

Come to think about it, Brad had never seen a fish head mounted like a deer or other big game would be, just the head. He smiled, 

"What was grandpa thinking?" 

That head was still in the freezer fifteen years later, when grandma moved out of her house and in with his aunt. Grandma couldn't bring herself to throw it out, since grandpa had put it in there and been so proud of it. Then he wondered what ever had ever become of the newspaper with his photo in it. He knew they had saved it too. 

Brad then thought about the lures grandpa had been working on, they had hung on the pole lamp in the living room. They were still there the last time Brad was in that house (1987). He wasn't sure but, he thought that, when grandma moved out, she had left them hanging there. 

Brad's eyes became a little misty as he thought about grandpa. He sure missed him, and wished they'd known about all of the fishing area's just about thirty miles to the north. He sure would have enjoyed those. Then it occurred to him, that maybe he'd had a little help from upstairs catching that big fish. . . That fish really drew him and grandpa much closer before he had to go.

"Wow, it's hard to believe it's been so long ago," he thought.

Brad and Jack had also fixed up and souped up the engine in Jack's old car too. Again, he wondered, where did they ever find the time to do all of the things they had done when they were teenagers.

Brad recalled, how, about five years ago, he and Kathy had gone to a garage sale at a home just out of city limits. There, about a hundred feet behind the house, sat the shell of Jack's old car in a patch of weeds, it had been parted out. He knew that it was Jack's old car, because of the one part that hadn't been taken, a green trunk lid. Brad couldn't remember exactly why Jack had replaced it, but he had.

He explained to the owners how that car had belonged to his best friend back in the 70's and they let him walk out and take a closer look. 

Brad almost cried, seeing that car with no doors, the hood missing and of course, the engine was gone. As were the seats, all of the glass. He looked down towards the bottom of the dash on the driver's side. . . There was a length of black wire with about a half of an inch of crumpled bare wire showing on the end, hanging down almost to the floorboard. Brad recalled all of the times Jack had to get down on his knees beside the car and push the wire back into the fuse block, so that his stereo would work. He'd never taken the time to attach a connector on the end of the wire so he could plug it in. He'd just push it in beside a fuse. Apparently, the guy he sold the car to back about 1981 had never taken the time to do it either. The last time Brad had seen the car on the road was in the late 80's, and he'd always wondered where it had gone to.

He looked at the guy who owned it now, and said quietly,

"A lot of good times were had, and a lot of good memories were made in that car." 

******** 

Brad had an idea come to him, he thought that he might to run to the public library and see if they still had model railroad track plan books. He may just build another RR in the garage.

As he walked towards the front door to leave, he called up the steps to Kathy, 

"I'm going to run down to the library and see if they have those train books, so I can get some ideas, I think I'm going to build another train."

Kathy hurried out of the bedroom before he made it to the front door.

"Hey, just a minute. Would you stop at Save a Lot on your way back and get a five pound bag of those little red potatoes?"

"Alright, is that all you need?" he replied.

"Yes." 

"I'll be back," Brad announced.

He headed for the door, turning the music off on his way out. As he was closing the door, he heard the phone ringing.

As Brad got into the Jeep to go the library, it started to rain. 

"I think I'll go out and sit on the deck when I get back," he murmured to himself. 

The year before, he'd built a metal roof over the upper deck, it was so soothing sitting out there when it rained. His plan for the last couple of years, was to take out the double windows from the upstairs bedroom out and install patio sliding doors in their place, but he had to feel a little better first. Still, it was such a good place to sit and think.

After Brad arrived at the library, he found that both books were still available. He collected them off of the shelf, then walked around for a while, checking to see if there might be any other books that he or Kathy might be interested in. While browsing through the new book section, he found a large book about the History of Indians in Ohio.

"Kathy should like this one," he thought. 

He took the book down from the shelf, then with the three books in hand, headed for the desk. 

After the librarian saw the two model railroad books, he engaged Brad for almost fifteen minutes in a conversation about a train layout, that he used to have in his basement years ago. He reminisced, sadly, about how he had regretted taking it down, just as soon as he had put the last of it away. But, his wife had other plans for the basement. He still had all of it packed away in boxes.

"So maybe, someday I'll. . . Oh, well, such is life," the librarian lamented.

"Well, the garage is my area, I think I'm safe. Then again, I had a layout in the garage of my old house and we ended up turning part of it into bedrooms, then I took the train down," said Brad, as he thought back about his old house for a few seconds.

Then added,

"We had three young children back then tho, my kids are all grown and. . . Gone. . . Now."

Brad got a lump in his throat,

"My kids are all grown. . . And gone now," ran through his mind again. 

He had been so busy for so long that, he had never really taken the time to actually think about it. They weren't his babies anymore, they were grown and. . . Gone. . . Out on their own now.

A wave of emotion came over him as he turned to leave, he had to get out of there, he didn't catch the last of what the librarian had said, only the last two words,

"Good luck." 

"Yeah," Brad responded, as he quickly headed towards the door.

The rain was still falling and coming down pretty hard now. He hurried out to the car, tossed the books into the front passenger seat as he got in, closing the door. 

Brad just sat there, it was all he could do to keep from crying. It had all happened so fast, one minute they were babies, then the first day of school. . . Band, softball, his youngest son had played Little League baseball from the age of six until he was thirteen. Now he was twenty five.

"This couldn't be, could it, how? Where did all of those years go?" 

His little girl now had children of her own, five of them. And his youngest son had a child of his own now, too.

His children had grown into responsible adults and were all on their own. Not that he wished there weren't any grand kids, but, he somehow felt like he wanted them all back home, so he could protect them all.

Brad wasn't sure how long he sat there, but he finally snapped out of it and headed for home. He was so flustered that he drove right past Save A Lot, then had to turn around to go back. He quickly went into the store, grabbed a bag of potatoes and left.

Once home, he grabbed the books and potatoes and went in, sitting the books on the coffee table and put the potatoes on the kitchen table. 




Only in a Dream



Just then, Kathy came down the steps and walked into the kitchen.

"Just checking to make sure you stopped and got the potatoes," she said. 

He didn't tell her what had happened, how he'd driven past the store and had to go back.

"I did, and I got you a book you might like from the library, it's about Indians in Ohio," proclaimed Brad. 

"Where is it?" she asked.

Spotting it as she walked into the living room, she picked it up. 

"Ohh, this looks like it will be interesting, thank you," Kathy said.

She looked through the book attentively for a few moments, then sat it back down on the coffee table. Walking back into the kitchen, she picked up the bag of potatoes and took them over to the sink.

"I'm going to start supper now," she announced. 

Brad walked back into the living room, grabbed the two train books, then walked back through the kitchen,

"I'm going out and sitting on the deck, holler at me when supper is ready," he said. 

"I will. . . Oh, before I forget, mom called, she told me something kind of interesting." 

"Oh, what's that?" Brad said curiously. 

"You wouldn't believe it," Kathy responded.

"Anymore, I'll believe about anything." 

"Well, you remember Sharon, Danny's girlfriend, is pregnant?" 

"Yeah, and. . .?" 

"Well, she was sleeping around on Danny with her ex husband at about the same time she got pregnant, so there's a real good chance that the baby isn't Danny's." 

Brad got a look of disgust on his face, as he turned to go out of the back door.

"What a fucking cunt. . .!! Sounds about right, there's probably a lot of guys other than her ex that could be the baby's the father too, isn't there?"

Once outside, he headed up the steps to his sanctuary in the rain, the upper deck.

Danny was Kathy's nephew, her sister's son. He had been with Sharon for a couple of years now, they already had one child together, a two year old. Sharon had two daughters, eight and ten years old, with her ex husband.

Brad and Kathy had never thought much of Sharon. They had noticed, while at family outings a couple of times, how Sharon seemed to openly flaunt herself and flirt with just about any man that would pay any attention to her. Even the men old enough to be her father.

They'd seen the look in Danny's eyes and on his face, while this was going on. Danny bars and such. Brad and Kathy could just imagine what Sharon did on those occasions, especially after the way she had acted towards Danny's own family members.

After climbing the steps to the deck, Brad went over and sat down in a deck chair for a while, just listening to the rain. He sat there for a good spell, not thinking about anything at all, then thoughts of Danny and Sharon and the whole subject of cheating started creeping into his brain. Brad felt really bad for Danny,

"If Sharon loved her ex so much, why in the hell didn't she just stay with him?"

Thoughts of the two of them, brought back unpleasant memories of a time when he had suspicions of something similar going on, things he didn't like to think about.

Brad's mind drifted back to when he and Kathy lived in their old house on the other side of town. He had suspected that Kathy might have been messing around with a neighbor. He never knew for sure, and she swore that nothing had ever happened between them, but certain signs were there.

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The year was 1988, Kathy was beautiful, not in a glamorous sense, but she had the girl next door look down to a science. A brunette, with shoulder length hair, she was about five foot, five and a size eight, 32 A chest size. At thirty four, and after three children, she looked more like she was her early twenties.

Her soft voice and warm, outgoing personality was like a magnet for men. She seemed so naive and innocent and it seemed every man she met was attracted to her. Most men just assumed that she wasn't involved with Brad and that had always bothered him. They acted as if there was no way, that she would ever be with someone like him. Guys would approach her, start chatting her up and act like Brad wasn't even there. They would become visibly agitated when they realized that she was actually with him.

Matt and Cindy Lane had moved into a house down the street from Brad and Kathy the year before. Brad had graduated high school with them, so they were acquainted already. They'd had a few classes together, but had never really been what you would call friends, but since Brad was the only person in the whole neighborhood that Matt and Cindy knew, they gravitated towards him and Kathy. They also had children close to the same age.

Brad worked mostly midnight shifts while Matt worked a regular daytime, Monday to Friday job. They would talk and visit sometimes, but never much more than that. Kathy and Cindy tho, were a different story.

Cindy worked days too, but her hours were seven a.m. to three p.m. This put her at home two full hours before Matt, so that gave Kathy and Cindy plenty of time to visit and do things together before Matt arrived home. When he was on night shift, Brad was always in bed asleep in the late afternoons anyway.

They liked taking the kids out to Hilltop Park, where they would sit at a picnic table talking while the children played. Most of the time they wouldn't get home until well after six o'clock.

"It won't hurt Matt to wait a little while for supper sometimes," Cindy told Kathy.

In the evenings, Cindy mostly liked to spend time with Matt and her children alone. But, a couple of times a week, on the nights that Brad didn't have to work, Cindy and Matt would come down to visit. Their children were usually all playing together anyway. Most of the time, Brad would be busy working on one of his projects, so Matt would go back to the garage or wherever Brad was, to watch and talk with him, While Cindy would sit and talk with Kathy. Usually out on the back deck, or on the front porch. Matt would sometimes stay and sit with Cindy, while she talked and visited with Kathy.

Brad would make his way out to where they were and join them sometimes, he could tell by the way Matt was acting and looking at Kathy, that he had designs on her. He couldn't tell if the women noticed it or not, but Brad thought it was obvious.

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Brad shifted uncomfortably in his seat, as he thought about those times. He had an empty, hollow feeling in his chest, old suspicions and jealousies started floating around in his head again.

"Fuck!!"

He tried to get those old thoughts of Matt out of his head and think about something else, but it wasn't working.

********

To be continued. . .