21 comments/ 15225 views/ 4 favorites Pulling On The Wool By: magmaman The name is Dan Florintine. Barely twenty one and just having fun, that was me. Six foot tall and in shape at 180 pounds, blond hair kept on the rather long side, cute as a bug's ear, which is word for word what Mom told me lots of times. Easy to believe, the mirror told me the same thing. Lopsided "up to something" grin, quick with a wisecrack, and growing up talking to complete strangers every day about anything and everything blended total confidence into the mix. I didn't go on to college, probably should have but my folks owned an auto parts store. Actually several of them, it was one of those franchise deals where the main company sets up the program, supplies the inventory and the stores sell off of the inventory. Then once a month everything is added up and the main company sends a bill. Usually what was left over was pretty good. Especially since my Mother kept some parts lines around that were our own brand, some with over 100% markups. I never did know how she figured all of that out and got it all done, but I did have a few suspicions. My Mom was the driving force in our family, way back before I was even born she and Dad bought the property that the first store was on, beginning with mostly private brands. Mom had insisted on that. At first, breaking into some major brand lines was tough, there were of course regional salespeople, local, then main warehouses and the like, all taking a piece of the pie. The systems and people involved in the distribution is what cost the money, the product and the packaging is normally just a fraction of retail. Mom knew that, so she began touching bases with manufacturers. Of course they wanted to protect their own customer base, which meant they did nothing to upset them. Like sell product to some tiny little auto parts store. That kind of stuff can create a big outfit out of a tiny one, and that means competition. Major brands don't like competition much. Things happen, like suppliers suddenly jack up the wholesale price, or say product is "out of stock" or even go so far as to refuse to sell. All because one of their BIG customers tell them to..or else. Sure, that stuff is illegal. It happens every single day. Which also means that the part you pay $30 for cost someone somewhere about a buck. Then all the middlemen in between grab a piece as it goes by, so yep. $30 to you. Anyway, that is the auto parts business, and I grew up in the middle of all of that. +++ So Mom started having certain items made by smaller manufacturers, insisting on nothing but the very best quality. That meant she was often flying all over the world. I remember once when I was about 8 years old, she came back from a business trip to China. That time she was gone 18 days. That one I remember because things between Mom and Dad were very cool for quite awhile and I had no idea why. Mom fixed things by turning into the happiest person in the world, always kissing and rubbing up against Dad, cooking all the things he liked best. Like I said, I was only 8 years old but I noticed that. The next trip a few months after was to Australia, and my Mother insisted that Dad go. Dad came back empty handed, saying something about no way could they cut a million dollar contract. Mom left just a few days later, she was back in a couple of weeks with a contract in hand. I had no idea at all at the time how she did that, but somehow she always managed. Our colorful F/A logo began to appear on the boxes. Then other parts stores started wanting things, so Mom sold them cases of stuff at discounts. By the time Mom had selected and purchased the 3rd property for another store, then bought a warehouse down by the river, the sales people were coming by with hat in hand. Mom was still taking those trips, some back east but often to other Nations. She did send Dad a few times but he usually came back without a contract, or paid way too much. Mom always came back with the contracts, and she never paid too much for anything. Other than that one time, there were no more arguments. +++ I had a broom in my hands by the time I was six, the school bus dropped me off at the store instead of at home like all the other kids. When I was in my middle teens I was as good on the counter as anyone. Florintine Auto Parts, it was called, of course. If a part was even made for any make or model, our stores had it. Even if we didn't have it on the shelf we could have it the next morning, the truck rolled in every day at 10 O'clock. My job was mostly cleaning up and stacking the shelves. Customers come in, pick up items and pack them halfway across the store, then set them down where they don't belong. My job was to find those and put them back. By the time I graduated from high school I knew where everything went. Actually, I thought I knew everything about everything, too, in spite of my Mother's best efforts. She loved me, no, she worshiped me, but she was also firm and took no nonsense. Like I said, Mom was the driving force behind everything, if my Dad was left to his own devices, he would be living in a tent out in the woods with his fishing tackle. My Dad loved to catch fish, and he often took me along. Those were always good days, just the two of us. But Dad's pleasant and easy manner helped with customers, everyone liked him. He knew just how to stand, how to speak, and he could really sell people stuff. I did my best to copy that and in time got pretty good at it myself. What Dad just could not do was buy products, he was way too nice and sales reps usually got the best of him. My Mother had no troubles with that at all. Mom was of course a catalog, she knew every part number in every manual we had, and by the time I got out of high school we had those little discs that had all the info about parts on them. That helped a lot, sales became easy and fast. Except for Dad, the one time I saw him put his foot down was when Mom came out to collect all the manuals because we didn't need them any more. There was quite a discussion, damn near an argument. I went and hid a few rows over, in all my life I never saw them go at it like that. Finally Dad went in the back room and threw the main power switch. He came back out and looked at Mom. "Now. Look something up YOUR way!" He said. Mom stared at him for several long seconds, then she walked over to him and kissed him. "I'm sorry, honey." Was all she said. Mom had changed almost instantly from being stern, being the boss into something completely different. Dad's crossed arms came down, he was holding her and I saw that clearly. Mom manipulated him with ease. That was the moment I realized just how beautiful my Mother was, up until then she had just been Mom. She had switched from an in charge attitude to something entirely different in seconds. Dad got to keep his manuals. Still, Mom ran the stores. +++ The stores made good money, I was set for life because Mom and Dad paid me about twice what they could hire anyone for. I was one of those only sons, you see. Cute as a bug's ear. No point in going on to school, Mom and Dad doted on me, I got just about anything I wanted. Mom and Dad made me manager of one of the stores about 30 seconds after I got out of high school. I was feeling my Oats, and wanted to get going, out into the world. The truth there is I wanted to have some girl friends and I couldn't bring them home. I had discovered girls quite some time before, but experimenting in cars was awkward. I decided to sneak one into my bedroom. I did that just once, her name was Kathy Simpson. We had the house all to ourselves since my folks had left to have a nice dinner, one thing led to another and Kathy came with me into my bedroom. To look at my new computer, of course. Time flies when you are having fun, is the term. I guess we made some strange noises because Mom came into my bedroom to see what was the matter and caught us. Dad was right behind, I saw him looking over Mom's shoulder. Our positions could be described as delicate, I was doing my best to hold back as long as possible because I was enjoying the hell out of having lots of room and Kathy was actually lifting me clear off the bed, trying to get more of me inside of her. I think he liked seeing Kathy like that, he was sure grinning. Kathy let out a squeal and grabbed a blanket while I tried to get my hands on enough of it to cover up my stuff. Which was going off all by itself at that exact moment. And Mom standing there with her mouth hanging open. Dad grinning. Kathy was..well..sort of not dressed just then and I wasn't either, not even socks. Kathy did finally let go of enough of the blanket for me to cover up, barely, after I yanked on it several times. Of course that let one of her rather nice oversize titties poke out and Dad was looking some more. Kathy brought one hand up to cover her bare boob, the other hand jamming the blanket between her legs. Mom got all sorts of upset and chewed me out, going on for at least a half hour about birth control and all sorts of diseases. That came later after Kathy went out the front door with her head down and her face all red. I didn't try that again. Dad never said a single word about it, except to mention that Mom really wasn't all that upset, she just wanted me safe. Finally that was over, totally embarrassed at how my Mom and Dad had caught us, I went into the living room. I heard funny noises coming from the main bedroom a few minutes later, so I turned the TV up a little bit. Later when Mom was busy in the kitchen Dad patted me on the shoulder, I think he was proud of me. At dinner, Mom kept looking at Dad with a smile. Dad was in a very good mood. Not a word was said about earlier, so I kept my mouth shut. +++ Anyway, I found a nice Condo and bought it not too far away. Mom didn't like that much but by then I was 19, and I really wanted to do my own thing. I could have bought a house but cutting grass, trimming brush and fixing stuff was not in any of my plans. The condo units had a management company, part of the deal. I bought myself a shiny new bright red Corvette, too. It had six speeds forward and could go like the holy hubs of hell. That took all the money I had saved up for college but I had no plans to go anyway. I was lucky I guess, pretty much set for life. Mom shook her head when she saw my new car, Dad just grinned. Kathy came by my condo regular as clockwork, she had plans of her own but when she figured out I wasn't going to make any permanent deal out of it, she wandered off to hook up with some skinny dude that was going to medical school. I knew all about women in very short order, and one thing about being a cute guy with cash in his pocket, there was no drought of females. That first year the only time I ever slept alone was when I was tired and didn't want any company. Yea, more than one young woman went all fussy after spending a few nights and then finding it was not going to be a love, marriage, and babies thing. I learned very quickly to always be somewhere else rather than at my Condo when I let them know, too. Pissed off females tend to throw things, break stuff. Yea, I know. Some might say I was taking advantage but from my point of view most of them were coming on to me rather than the other way around. It took me only a very short time to figure out that women really were thinking exactly the same thing I was. They were looking at me and thinking "maybe" while wondering how I might be in the sack and I was looking at them, same idea in mind. I very quickly discovered that women like sex too, and once I knew that, hooking up with one of them became extremely easy. Add in a fancy car, pretty good source of funds, not bad to look at and the ability to get them giggling quickly? Working in the store all day with people made things simple, I was used to carrying on conversations. There is the old saying that if you want to sell something to someone, you have to talk to them. Which really means, listen. One thing I never did do was overlap relationships, I always cleared the air before moving on to the next woman. Well, I at least made sure the first one was out of sight. +++ I was seeing this one gal named Karen, brown hair and big boobs. Kind of big everywhere in fact, and I had already seen her with her Mom down at the grocery store. Her Mom was really big, which told me what any future with Karen was probably going to be like. Bossy too, and Karen had a little bit of that in her. Still, to me we were just having fun. So it was already in the cards to break things off when one morning my delivery truck arrived. A woman was driving, now I had seen a few women drivers before, usually grandmother types with thick arms and even tattoos. This one was about 5'3" tall, long sandy brown hair, an upturned nose with a smile on her face. T-shirt, blue jeans that looked like someone had to stuff her into them, a set of medium sized breasts that sure were not encumbered by any bra. I could easily see the two bumps in the front where her nipples were. "Hi! I'm Sarah. Where do you want me to unload?" She asked. She tipped her head up to look at me. I looked down into a pair of eyes that were huge and green with little gold speckles in them. I guess the right word is that I was lost, just like that. Green eyes and hair with every color there is mixed in it, and a sly smile like she knew damned good and well she just gave me a hard on. I helped her unload, looking her over every chance I got. But the damn phone rang and it was a customer pissed off that his order wasn't there yet, hell, he called it in two days before and his shop was 2500 miles away. I explained calmly that three day select meant three days, not two but he was upset anyway. By the time I got unhooked from the phone, Sarah had already left. That evening I had the chat with Karen, not too bad actually because she was probably expecting it. We had a nice dinner, then she wanted to go back to my place for a last roll in the hay. That was different, so we did exactly that. Karen was gone when I woke up the next morning, so was the bag of Cheetos I had just bought. I couldn't find my box of cream filled doughnuts, either, although I did find the empty carton in the trash can. Karen must have eaten the 10 of them that I knew were still in there all by herself. That made me pretty sure my best guess on her future size was correct. Karen had been fun, but it was time. I had set my sights on getting some of that Sarah gal. +++ When she came in to my office with the shipping forms the next day for me to sign, I asked her out. "Sorry, I can't." She told me. No "Sorry, married." or "I have a boyfriend." Just "can't?" I have to say I really wasn't used to that? Over the next few weeks I tried talking to her, did some flirting, all of my little tricks got nowhere at all. Got her laughing, too, even doing the little flip of her hair with her hand, all of it. Interest, no doubt at all. Any good salesman can spot that with ease. I even did the duplicate her body language stuff, trying to develop one of those more personal moments. She did that right back. Then "Sorry, I can't." We did visit, talked a little, as much as both of us working would allow. I found out she was an only child, and had lost both parents in a house fire years before. She had been on her own since she was barely sixteen. The way she spoke and moved belied her now 19 years, this was no girl, Sarah was a woman. I found myself looking out the front window for her truck to arrive. Friendly, confident, teasing, lots of smiles and all the signs of interest but I got a "No, thanks" every time I suggested we get together. That was driving me nuts. Finally I gave up, everyone strikes out once in awhile I guess. The chats kept up though, every single weekday she showed up at 10 on the dot. She even met my Mom just once, Mom was in my office talking to me about a new line she had interest in and was wanting to know if I could sell it. Of course I could. Then Sarah came in with the forms, we talked a little bit as Mom sat there quietly taking it all in. "You like her, don't you son?" Mom asked the instant Sarah was gone. "Yea, Sarah is cute."" I answered. "That one is way beneath you, son." Mom said. I didn't answer, that is what Mom had said about Kathy way back. "Seriously, Danny. You can pick any woman you want." "Sarah won't go out with me anyway." I told her. I guess I probably sounded a little irritated at my Mother. "Oh, really?" Mom sounded surprised at that. Then one Monday morning some guy was driving the truck, he was a relief driver and had no idea where Sarah was. I figured that was the end of that, Sarah was gone and I realized that I really did like her, even if I had gotten nowhere at all. Then two days later there she was. "So, where have you been?" I asked when she came in. "Oh, just some things to deal with." She acted a little bit different, I had no clue as to why. Sarah started to leave, then turned back to me. "Say, Danny? I am having a party at my place tomorrow night, would you like to come?" She smiled at me. I would and I told her so. Sarah grinned, jotted down the address for me and left. I was jumping for joy! +++ It was damn near 100 miles, her place turned out to be a 60' long mobile home, one of those with a kick out living room on one end and another on the bedroom end. There was a deck outside sitting on cement blocks, and a small pasture sloping down to where I assumed was a creek from the row of trees. There must have been twenty people crammed in there. I found Sarah in no time. She introduced me around, there were a few comments about my Corvette which I was used to. It did stand out surrounded by muddy pickups and older Chevys and Fords. I had parked right next to a Pinto with a cracked front window, that turned out to be Sarah's. If you have ever been to a party where you just did not quite fit, then you will understand. I think that Sarah sensed that, because she stayed fairly close all evening. There was one pretty girl there that kept looking at me and tugging at her blouse, giving me quick peeks of the upper portion of her tits. She did look nice but I was still interested in Sarah. At one point she came over to talk to me, even told me her name but I instantly forgot it. She was really pushing me to get my attention, but then Sarah came over and took my hand, wanting to dance. "Mine." She said to the girl, who just shrugged. Sarah didn't plaster herself to me, we just danced. I smelled her hair, it was a mix of shampoo and a hint of some kind of flower. She felt really good in my arms, at one point she turned her head sideways and pressed her cheek to my chest. Tiny compared to me, Sarah felt like a doll, and her movements were right with me. Drinks were flowing, normally I have pretty good control over the booze but I didn't really know anyone but Sarah. I lost track at around four drinks, there was always one in my hands. Someone was smoking what I knew was pot, I never touch the stuff after trying it back in high school and ending up hugging bushes. But when inside I guess the smoke gets a person anyway because things got real slow there for awhile. Everyone there except for just a few appeared to be couples, and I did notice they paired off quickly. This was all different from parties I was used to. Sarah was right there all evening, thank God, or I would have been a wall flower. Pulling On The Wool She was also giving me a few of those signals that anyone can recognize. It was around one in the morning when the party began to fade, a few people pitched tents outside, soon there was just Sarah and I and one other couple. They were on a couch and getting very friendly rather quickly. "Well, I guess I had best be going." I told Sarah through what was now a bit of a fog. The couple on the couch had long since forgotten anyone was around, the girl had her hand down the front of the guy's pants and he was sucking on her nipples, her blouse tugged up enough for him to get at them. I had been sitting there in a haze watching that, they didn't seem to care at all that her breasts were bare for anyone who cared to look. "Look, Danny. You have a long ways to go and I know you have had a few drinks, why don't you stay here?" Sarah smiled, bringing my thoughts back to where I was. "OK." I said. She took my hand and led me down the hallway. I seem to remember some of that but not all of it, we were kissing and then Sarah was naked. I was fumbling around in my wallet for a condom, she took it out of my hand. "I hate those things." She told me, her right hand stroking up and down my erection. +++ "No! Just fuck you!" Were the words that woke me up. Sarah was on the phone down the hall. There was more, but quiet enough I could not make out the words. My head hurt, I got up and found the bathroom, washed my face and drank some water. Feeling a little bit better, I went back in and sat down on the edge of the bed. My clothes were piled on a nearby chair, I was completely nude. I got up and picked up my underwear, hearing her hang up the phone. "Fucking asshole!" She said, as she banged the receiver down. Sarah had a robe on when she came back in, I watched as she shrugged it off, not appearing the slightest bit concerned about me standing there staring. Pausing like that, one eyebrow went up. Her eyes dropped to my crotch, a smile slid over her lips. Damn she looked good! The night before I had gotten a bit plastered, I sort of remembered she looked pretty darn good but it was on the dark side in the room. It wasn't dark in the bedroom at all now. Her belly was flat, with a V shaped bulge down to her loins. I already knew that no razor had ever touched her there, that part had been almost strange. Her breasts were not large but both nipples turned upwards, perfect! "You look happy to see me." Sarah said with a sly smile, tipping her head and bringing one hand up to rest on her bare hip. I am not sure if the sex was better that morning but it had to be, no way could it get better. I reached my first climax and never even slowed down, building to a second one more powerful. This woman was eager, no other word fits. The entire scenario was odd at best, for weeks I had hit on her, asked her out, tried everything I knew and all I ever got in return was a smile. Then suddenly I was invited to her party, and she practically jumped my bones? More than that, she felt like she was trying to get my entire body inside of her! Resting at one point I asked her who it was on the phone. She had sounded upset, mad, but when she came back into the bedroom there was no sign of that at all. "Dale, he is a guy I was dating. He turned out to be a prick, I caught him with a girl I know. Then he lied, next he was all sorry, I had enough of that crap." That made me think I was just a revenge fuck which irritated me some. I guess I was more used to being a bit of a predator, and finding that part easy. Sarah had been one tough nut to crack, then when it did happen it was all of a sudden and completely her idea. Something happened that morning, I realized for the first time in my life I was with a woman I wanted. What I wasn't sure of was if she wanted me. +++ After that we were dating though, and I mean really dating! I found myself making the run over to her crappy mobile home every single night after work. Once I got used to the road I could do the 100 miles in just under 90 minutes and there was one stretch in there that followed the river so I had the racing tires complaining. The Corvette was like a dream to drive, everything perfect except for the clutch which felt like I had to push too far to get it to release. I just touched the power seat button and moved my body forward, that helped. Then strapped in solidly, I could run well over 90 at times, not once did I ever see a cop. I drove like that with Sarah in the car, getting some squeals out of her. Once when we were running upwards of 70 through some turns Sarah took off her blouse and rolled the window down, giggling in delight as we sailed past traffic at each straight section. That was fun until two guys in a big Dodge van spotted her and tried to catch up. I had to really go to get away from them, a bit worried for fear the guys might wreck the van. But if I slowed down they kept trying to pull up alongside. When we came to a series of hairpins, I took them with the Corvette in a full drift and then ran her at pegged throttle at the next straight. They could almost keep up when I was running around 70, at 130 they couldn't. Sarah put her blouse back on and we didn't do that any more. Weekends she spent at my condo, often we never left and often we never even got dressed. It was great not having to use a condom, I guess I assumed she was on the pill. I never thought to ask and she never volunteered. Sarah was my very first love. I was smitten, lost in her. I even told her that, she got tears in her eyes and told me she loved me too. It was only about 6 weeks later when she dropped the bombshell. We were headed out to eat, then the plan was to head back to my place for the weekend. "I skipped my period, I am pregnant." She told me flatly the moment we got into my Corvette. "What?" I stared at her in shock. "I'm sorry. That night, at my party? I should have known, I guess." She looked down for a moment, then up at me. A tear trickled down her cheek. "I thought you were on the pill?" I asked her, dumbfounded. "No. I should have been thinking about it but I didn't. I was going to just..you know? Skip when I felt it but I lost track, then when I realized? Anyway, I got one of those home test kits and it was positive." That evening was spoiled, the last thing in the world I wanted was a kid. But I got to thinking, I could do worse. Of all the women I had ever known, Sarah was right up there at the top. I was also a 20 year old kid and not quite ready to do the marriage and babies bit. Sarah and I talked about everything from her going to the clinic to end it, to making the best of it and I would take care of the financial part. I mean, money was really not a problem, the store did very well and being an only child I was going to end up with everything. That part I was sure of since my folks put it all in one of those limited Liability companies with me a member, to avoid taxes when the day came. On towards the end of the evening she asked me flat out. "What do you think of us getting married? I don't like the idea of the baby being born...you know." I had already thought about that but had not yet put it to words. Sarah was of course a beautiful woman, and she was certainly lots of fun. I had by then been inside of every part of her that I would fit, and she was crazy wild in bed. We were way past just fucking, now we spent long periods trying to make each other feel as much pleasure as possible. Love making, that is called. It is completely different from sex. Sex I had already had a lot of. That first time in her bedroom we fucked, the next morning we made love. I liked her just fine, I was even sure I was in love with her, but marriage? Settle down to just one woman, no more playing around? Sure, we were having one hell of a good time but married? A baby? That is not a small thing. "It doesn't have to be forever, just long enough to make things right?" Sarah said. I thought about that, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. It flashed into my mind that I could have a son, I visualized him working by my side, thinking how my own life had been happy and content growing up with my own parents. "I think I don't want us to be anything else but together forever!" I blurted out to her. Sarah's eyes went damp, she hugged me. "I love you so much, Danny!" She told me. It was perhaps 3 or 4 days later when we swung by and talked to my folks. Mom appeared startled when the word "marriage" came up quickly. Dad took one look at Sarah and grinned, Mom looked much more closely. But then my Mom always had the ability to see through things, part of why the business was such a success. At one point while Sarah was in the living room busy chatting up Dad, Mom cornered me in the kitchen. "So how long have you known this woman, Danny?" She asked me. "Maybe six, eight months, we have been dating for just a month or so though." "You got her pregnant, didn't you?" Mom asked. I probably gave that away instantly by blushing furiously. Mom sighed. "I know all about young men and sex, Danny. But I want you to be sure." She turned and went towards the living room where Sarah was busy charming Dad. "I just want you to be happy." Mom repeated, hesitating at the doorway. Mom did not look happy at all. Like I mentioned, my Mother was always the driving force in our family, Dad was the one that was most likely to take a bad check or something like that. I noticed that Dad was grinning, it was obvious he liked Sarah. I did see that Mom was watching her closely, nothing obvious but she never missed anything that I knew of. +++ The wedding was just family and friends but it still was at least 100 people. We would have gone on a honeymoon somewhere but by then Sarah was starting to show a little, plus running a store means there is no such thing as taking much time off. Eight in the morning until eight at night most days, 6 days every week was normal, I often stuck around pretty close even though I had several good counter people. Of course I knew where everything was, knew what part fit and which one didn't. My crew had to read numbers out of the book, by then I was the book most of the time. Yes, we still had the parts manuals in my store, and everyone used those far more than they did the computer. We did take three days, spent that at a nearby resort. Lying around on the beach was nice, Sarah even took her top off and sun bathed but then there were other women around in all sizes and shapes with their boobs bare so that was no big deal. There was some guy that called himself Darin, he came down to serve drinks. He was one of those beach bum types and was wearing bathing suit bottoms that would have made my face flush if I had them on. Hell, his dick was clearly outlined, no missing that and from the looks of the thing he had a damned Boa Constrictor in his bathing suit. He was very attentive towards Sarah which I noticed, but then she was the best looking woman out there by far. Her smallish boobs were beginning to swell, and anyone looking closely would perhaps notice the ever so slight changes. I saw her sneak some looks at the guy, that irritated me a little. At one point I told the guy we would like some peace and quiet since he had popped by to see if we needed anything for maybe the 10th time in the last hour. "That jerk sure seems to like you." I muttered at one point. "Yes, that's funny. But what do you expect, he is a young man and I don't have my top on." Sarah laughed. "You were checking out his dick." I accused her. "So what? It's no big deal, I am all yours now. Besides, he was checking out my boobs." I didn't say anything. "They are getting bigger, too." Sarah grinned at me. I looked at her, she was right about that. Her smallish breasts were already maybe 10% fatter looking. "It's exciting sitting here almost naked in front of people, I think you need to take me back to our room real soon!" She gave me a look I understood. That got me going, Sarah saw that and grinned, so we retreated to our room. "I really do love you, honey. More than anything." She purred, cuddling up with me later. "I love you too, babe." I told her. That was true, by then I knew I really did love her. Forgotten was the idea of our marriage just making things right, we were together now. The rest of our brief vacation was uneventful, then it was back to the grind. +++ Those few months were actually pretty good, Sarah took perfect care of the condo, she cooked things I had never even tried before. We spent many an evening snuggled up on the couch, she met me at the door with a kiss without fail. Sarah also loved sex, and as she got bigger, it was like she got even more interested in it. Towards the end, her navel popped completely out, we had a glorious time with that because it was ticklish. Every night before bed I rubbed her down with Cocoa butter, she would lie there and purr as I spent a very long time doing that. Once I was lying there spent, she began to play with my limp penis. Then she leaned over and sucked all of it inside her mouth. It sure didn't stay limp very long! "I understand that men really like it when a woman does this." She told me. "What do you mean, you understand? Haven't you ever...?" "Nope. It is kind of fun, though." She giggled. I was content, and completely in love with her. She told me she loved me so many times I lost count, and she did everything she could to keep me totally happy. Most relationships would involve a lot of questions, about family, friends, experiences. I was different, questions like that one does not ask in the sales business because very often you will get answers. Often long winded answers and time is money, so it was not exactly in my basic makeup to do any prying. I did know that Sarah had no family and had been on her own since she was sixteen. What she did have was a fairly large circle of friends, we often had a few hanging around the condo. My own circle over the last couple of years had been mostly females, and none of them hung around at all. Working 60-70 hour weeks does not make for time, so sometimes Sarah had friends over when I was working. There were even a few parties, always on Saturday nights, or sometimes on Sunday in the little park the condo management kept up. At one party out in the park I came out to find Sarah talking to some guy, she introduced him as Dale when I walked up. He was a big fellow, older than me with large legs and a chubby face. Then I remembered her mentioning a boyfriend named Dale briefly, I guess I gave her a questioning look. Dale also left very soon after that which I thought was odd. That night I didn't have to ask, Sarah told me about him, how they had been lovers. But he also had no qualms at all about sleeping around and she had caught him at it. I had already figured that part out, but I did ask her what he was doing at our party. "Dale wanted to apologize, and he wanted to congratulate me on being lucky enough to meet you." She smiled up at me. I knew the guy didn't know me from Adam, that didn't ring true to me somehow. I was thinking the guy was probably looking for perhaps a rerun, but struck out. I knew very well that Sarah had been with other boyfriends, no big deal there since I was not exactly a virgin myself. I had long since lost count on that part, but I also made sure I now kept that part of my life at arm's length. A few of them had been by the store, and I had gotten more than one phone call at my office. So Sarah mentioning an old lover didn't really bother me all that much. We were married and belonged to each other now, it was the way life had been dealt and I was not unhappy with anything, not even in the slightest. +++ Little Dana Marie came along in the middle of the night, why babies do that I don't know but Sarah poked me at 3 in the morning and told me something was happening. I got up and drove her to the local hospital, worried sick because this was way early, by at least six to eight weeks using my math. At first they had me wait. I was pacing the floor upset at not knowing, then a nurse came and got me. "What's wrong with her?" I asked as we went down the long hallway to where Sarah was. "Not a thing. You are about to become a daddy." She grinned. I will say that watching that is intense, it just does not appear to be even possible. I did manage to not faint though. I didn't get sick either. The shock of Sandy colored hair on what was obviously a girl was the first surprise, the 7 pounds and eleven ounces was the other one. "Wow, it is huge for just seven months." I muttered. One nurse turned to look at me, then she looked at Sarah. I caught the expression. That was when it hit me. Even if Sarah had conceived on that very first night, this child had to be very premature. The baby the nurses placed in my arms a few minutes later most certainly was not premature! I didn't know much about babies, but that much I did know. It should have crossed my mind right at the beginning, but long hours at the store, the whirlwind of being in love, becoming a husband? It had not even been in the back of my mind. I held her to my chest carefully, her little mouth almost instantly began to hunt around. She did manage to latch onto my shirt, so I handed her over to Sarah. That did not take very long at all, when the baby found her nipple, my wife closed her eyes and lay back. My wife. The woman I loved, the woman I married. She was nursing a baby. One I now knew for sure was not mine. Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me. My face gave what I was thinking away, I think. Her expression changed, tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't say a word. I turned and walked down the hallway, finding a bathroom just in time. I threw up over and over. I wanted to go back to her room, confront her. Have it out right then and there. I didn't. I sat out in the lobby for a long time. +++ They kept Sarah overnight, so I drove home by myself. The very first thing I did was call my Mom to tell her Sarah had the baby, and it was a girl, nice and healthy. Mom fell silent. I knew that she knew, of course she did. "Danny, come on over to the house, your Dad and I need to have a serious talk with you." "I can come tomorrow, I pick up Sarah in the morning and..." "Now, Danny!" When Mom gets that tone in her voice, there is no such thing as refusing her. I went out and got into the Corvette and drove over there. +++ A young man can quickly find out that they don't know as much as they think they do when things go all to shit. Parents, with experience, can come in very handy. Mom explained that in our State the law was community property. It was obvious to her by this time that my Sarah had pulled one on me. She was pregnant, and I was available. Assets. I had assets, the family had assets. Nothing else made any sense. I had just spent nearly six months of my life married to a lie. "By the time you talk to Sarah, your Dad and I will have revoked the LLC, we left that clause in there for just in case." I didn't say anything, I was torn between being upset with Sarah and what she had done, and being completely happy with being married to her. "What do you want to do about this, Danny?" Mom didn't wait for an answer. "You can do a DNA test, prove the baby is not yours, then do a no fault divorce. That way all she can get at is your bank account and maybe the vehicle value." Mom told me. "That condo of yours is financed, I doubt there is anything there for her to get." Mom added. Pulling On The Wool The wheels were turning, the wagons were circling. Like always, Mom was going to protect herself, and her own. "I don't know what I want to do, Mom." I told her. "If that little bitch could lie to you about something like this, she will lie to you about anything!" Mom said. She sounded so angry, that was not like her at all. My head was spinning, everything was confusing. Later, I called the hospital. "Are you and the baby doing OK?" I asked when Sarah picked up the phone. "Yes, Honey. We are fine. Where did you go? Why aren't you here?" Sarah asked. Her voice sounded frightened, timid. "I know, Sarah. How could I not know, for God's sake? You lied to me, I am going to file for a divorce." "Oh, Danny, no." I heard her say, then she sounded like she was crying. I hung up the phone. I spent that night in the bedroom I had used since as early as I could remember. That was somehow comforting, to be home with my family. The next morning Mom made breakfast, Dad was already gone to store. Normally Mom would have gone with him but today was different. "I have a meeting set up for you this morning with Stan Carpenter." She told me. I knew him, he had been the family attorney for years. "Mom, I am not sure I want to do that, I think I need to talk to Sarah and...." Mom just looked at me, that look was a lot like the time she figured out it really was me and three other kids that broke some windows with rocks down at the church. Mom was right, I thought. She always was. Momma's boy? The silver spoon, everything taken care of, everything handled? Yes, that was me. +++ I didn't go to the hospital to pick up Sarah, and it was much later before I even saw her. There were no phone calls, nothing. She had been by the condo, I found that out when I went home over a week later. Nothing was missing except for her clothes and some personal items. In the bedroom, I stood there in silence for a very long time. Then I walked over to our bed, picked up Sarah's pillow, held it to my nose. The next thing I remember is sitting on the carpet, crying like a baby. I had met with the lawyer, it was like everything was set in stone, all taken care of. I signed the papers, giving her half of the small amount I had in the bank. I had given Sarah a company credit card months before, things were progressing so fast I had to contact the company to find out what those charges were. She had spent just $900.00 so far, at a few stores and a rental car. I didn't bother to cancel the card, I didn't want her living on the street. Other than my Corvette, and personal items in the condo, I really didn't have that much except for my job. The job though paid a lot, especially with the bonuses. Stan had told me that very likely Sarah would insist on separate maintenance, and probably I might end up paying child support anyway, even though the baby was not mine. He explained that courts often only cared about what was best for the child, so I was braced for that. Sarah just signed and that was it. That actually confused me, if she was a gold digger, why didn't she at least demand something? I remember looking over at her, she looked back at me with sadness in her eyes. "I'm sorry." She mouthed silently to me. I forced myself to not jump up and run over there to hug her. No fault. Automatic. She didn't even suggest child support, payments, or anything. I wasn't even there for the court date, the lawyer sent in one of his people and got it rubber stamped. The issue of the baby did come up before the court of course. Sarah told them the child was not mine and that was the end of that. There should have been a fight, crying, something? There was nothing. Nothing at all. I did do one thing on my own. I knew that Sarah had no job, no income, and a baby. I set up an automatic payment schedule, that put $1000 each and every month in her bank account. I never mentioned that to my Mom, either. Just like that, my marriage was over. Funny though, I was miserable. I went to work, ran the store, went home. Depression is an odd ailment, a person can function in day to day life yet almost without caring? A few months later I did go out on a date, with a bubbly little brunette named Sharlei. We ended up back at my condo and it was clear that Sharlei was completely willing. That was not the best time of my life by far, Sharlei did everything she could think of, finally managing to get a weak erection out of me. We even completed the act, if one could call it that, but only barely. My mind felt blank, I just could not get into it. "See ya!" Sharlei told me the next morning as she was leaving. "Give me a call, let's hook up again sometime." She smiled brightly at my door. I never called, neither did she. That was my one and only date during that period. +++ It was at least a full year later, I was on the phone with a customer when Sarah walked in. She looked slightly nervous. Sarah, and she was also beautiful! My heart skipped a beat, I finished the conversation quickly and walked over to her. "Hello, Danny." Sarah said with that familiar smile. "Hi. What's up?" Was my clever conversational answer. She told me she just wanted to see me, see how I was doing. She was on her way to a large clothing store a few blocks down the street to apply for a job. "They have a day care right in the store, so I could work there." She told me. I nodded. "I wanted to say thank you for..helping us, you didn't have to do that." She smiled, then she put her hand on the back of mine. I couldn't even answer. "Well, nice to see you." She turned and headed for the door. As the door swung shut behind her, I took off after her. Sarah was just getting into a small white pickup as I came out. I knew the man driving, I had seen him just one time. It was Dale. Sarah looked up at me, Dale turned his head and looked at me also. I went back inside, went to my office and shut the door. +++ Two days later, I looked up to see Dale again. "I need to talk to you." He said without fanfare. "What do you want?" I asked him. "Can we maybe go into your office, somewhere private?" He asked. "Sure." We went inside, I shut the door and sat down behind my desk. "Sarah and I aren't going out." He said. "I don't think that matters." "I just wanted you to know, when she told me about Dana...?" "What about Dana?" "That she..was mine and all.." "What do you want, Dale?" I asked him. "I can't have Sarah, not that way. We were young and it was just a fling, shit happens. But when she told me, I had to step up so I have been helping her. So have you been, and I want to know why?" "It's not the child's fault." I answered lamely. The truth is I really wasn't sure why I had been sending money to Sarah. "Dana is beautiful, you should go see her." "Why?" "Sarah is in love with you, you know." He added. "It sure didn't look that way!" I said, bitterly. "Hey, guy. Sarah was 19 years old and pregnant, I was just an ass and I didn't even have a fucking job! Yea, she saw you as an opportunity, there ain't any doubt about that." "That part I have figured out." I said. "Yea, well. Then she fell in love with you. That part I am sure of, we have talked quite a bit. She feels terrible." "So what am I supposed to do about that?" "You should go see her, maybe have a long talk. I saw you when you came out of your store, you are still in love with her too." "I just figured you and Sarah were back together." "Well, we ain't. No such luck for me. I tried and all I got out of her was "I can't." Dale leaned forward. "The worst that can happen is..nothing happens." He said. Dale pushed a piece of paper across my desk, then he got up and left. It was just a phone number. I sat there thinking, then one of my crew came in with a problem, so I went back to work. +++ "Hello?" I heard Sarah's voice, she picked up on the second ring. "This is Dan." I said. There was a long silence. "I was thinking maybe you and I? Sit down and talk? I could come and pick you up, maybe dinner?" "I would need to find a baby sitter." She told me. "Bring Dana, OK?" "OK." I guess I expected Sarah to be all fixed up when I arrived, she was dressed in a simple skirt and blouse, no makeup at all. Dana sat on the floor, she looked up at me with huge eyes and stuck her thumb in her mouth. "Where is your car?" She asked when she saw the white van I was driving. "No place to put a car seat." I told her. For the first half hour or so, the best I can say is the conversation was tense. She told me about getting the job at the clothing store in between doing her best to keep little Dana from throwing food all over the restaurant I took them to. Then we were talking about some of the things that we had done together, and I never did get to any of the things I wanted to ask about. Back at her house, she invited me in again, so I went. It was a simple apartment, clean and neat as a pin like Sarah had always kept everything in our brief time together. She took Dana in and put her to bed, she was already asleep. Sarah came back into the living room and sat down. "OK." She said. "OK, what?" I asked. "You want to know everything, I know you do." "Yes. Mostly why did you make me think you were pregnant by me, when you knew very well Dana wasn't mine?" "I did that. It was deliberate. I knew you had money and...things. Things I could never give a child on my own. That day..in the store, when I asked you to the party? It was on the spur of the moment, since I didn't know what to do. Then at the party, you were so nice, I decided...I know that was wrong, and I really am sorry." "And you kept right on, right up until we got married?" "Yes, I did. I don't know what I was thinking, not really. I was afraid, because I was sure when the baby came that you would know." "No kidding." I said. Sarah looked down. "So, did you ever care about me at all, even a little bit?" I asked her. "Yes. I fell so completely in love with you by the time were got married that it was all I could think of. I kept wanting to tell you, but..." "You should have." "Yes, I know. I ruined everything." I sighed and got up. "I guess that is what I needed to know." I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, went out to the van and drove home. It was just after one in the morning when I got to my condo, I made a cup of Tea, sat down. Without thinking, I reached for the phone, dialed her number. It was busy. I tried again a few minutes later, still busy. I reached for the phone the third time when it rang. "Hello?" I answered. "Danny. I have been trying to call you but I keep getting a busy signal." Sarah said. "Me, too." We both started laughing. "Will you..Please? Come back over here?" She asked. I took the Corvette. If a cop had spotted me, I would have gone to jail. +++ Happy? Yes, I guess I have to say that things seemed to be all right. Sarah met me at the door and was in my arms just that fast. It was fairly easy for me to think of forgiving and forgetting at that point. Dana was a beautiful child and full of energy, she was walking now and seldom fell, and she was also saying a few words. Named after me, but not mine. I guess the truth is that I also very quickly loved that little girl, but every time I looked at her, memories would slip into my thoughts. I was spending more time at Sarah's apartment than I was at home. It all got a little bit domestic there for several happy months. One evening we were sitting there playing with Dana, Sarah looked over at me with an odd expression. She appeared to be tense. "What?" I asked. "I'm pregnant." She told me. I reached for her, she relaxed at that. "Yours this time for sure!" She said. "I know." "Danny, I let this happen deliberately." "Yes, I know that, too." +++ It was a few days later when I drove by my folk's house to tell them about Sarah and I, and that I planned to be with her again. I had a feeling I knew what was coming, so I went by myself. "Are you out of your mind, Danny? That woman took advantage of you, there is no way in hell that I will stand for..." She stopped when I held up my hand. "Mom. Shut the fuck up!" I told her. She stared at me in shock, her mouth worked a few times but she said nothing more. Dad nearly lost his mouthful of coffee at that, I glanced over at him and he was grinning at me. Mom changed instantly, she smiled and came over and hugged me. "We just want you happy, son." She said. Yea, that is my Mom. I love her, it's just the way she is, always in control. She thinks so anyway. "I am in love with Sarah, and it won't be too long before you will be a grandmother." I told her. My Mother did not appear to be completely happy with that but I could see she accepted it. So that much was settled, anyway. +++ That evening Sarah and I went out to a nice dinner, then back to my condo. I paid the sitter, then we sat down to talk. "I love being with you, I want us to be married again." I told Sarah. What I didn't expect was the pained expression on her face. "Danny, I love being with you, too, but..." "But what?" "I have my daughter, but I think what happened will always be between us." She wasn't meeting my eyes. "But..what about..you are pregnant?" "Yes. I...I wanted to give you that..." I felt a sudden flash of anger. "What is it then? Child support, maybe? I don't get it, you sleep with me, you say you love me?" "I do love you. And you know better than that. I have a job and we will be fine. But no, I won't marry you." I saw her eyes were damp when she looked up at me. I have to say I didn't get that at all. +++ Time changes a lot of things, my Dad passed and it was a complete surprise. He was only 59. Mom changed after that, her heart was no longer into the business, so she turned everything over to me. I see her several times each year, otherwise she is always on a cruise somewhere or visiting some foreign Nation. She also sold their house and now she lives wherever she happens to be at the moment. Just once I had a little problem with a supplier, one email to Mom and a few days later everything was fixed. Yes, that's my Mom. It took me a very long time to finally understand how she managed to accomplish some things. Remembering that one time when things were very testy between them, I know my Father knew, too. I understand enough about women to know how they are about things, security, especially with a child involved. The best available mate it seems matters, and a good wife will love their mate completely. But not at the expense of their child. With Mom, it was me. With Sarah, it was Dana. A good mother will sacrifice almost anything, even their own life for their child. What was it that made my Mother so successful on all those trips? I don't even want to know. As things turned out, Sarah was right. I look out across the main store showroom and watch as my soon to be 10 year old son Thomas uses a broom to sweep up non existent dirt. Then he walks up and down the display cases, putting things back where they belong. I have him half the time, and Sarah has him the other half. Blond hair, he is the spitting image of the boy I was at his age. Sometimes I get both of the kids, Dana at 12 is a handful. She takes after her father, so she is on the big side. But most of the time she is with her own father, Dale. I have to say that I love Dana, but it isn't the same as the way I feel about my own child. The way Dana looks, the way she is, is a constant reminder. Yes, Sarah was right. That would always be between us, and sometimes there just is no way to fix the mistakes of the past. Sarah and I even go out sometimes, a lot in fact, I know some would think that is odd. We laugh and talk, and often end up in bed together. That part is fun and fills a need for both of us. But Sarah lives in her house with her two children and I live in my condo. I even see Dale a lot now, and gave him a job working in one of my stores. He turned out to be an all right guy and a good employee. I have been thinking of opening a new store, and I bet Dale can manage to run that. I asked Sarah once when we were down at that local beach we like to go to if she and Dale ever got together again, she just shook her head no. I was busy rubbing sun tan lotion on her bare breasts and took advantage of a happy moment to ask. "Anybody else at all?" I asked. None of my business but I wanted to know. "No. What about you?" She asked me right back. "No." I answered that truthfully. "You could, you know. If you wanted to." She said. "So could you." "I know." She smiled over at me. I leaned down and gave Sarah a kiss. "I like things just the way they are, Danny." She told me. I didn't answer, just nodded. I am in love with Sarah, I know that. I also know she loves me. We live apart, yet we are still a couple? Tied together for life by children. I did ask her another time to be my wife, she shook her head no once again. "Ask me again when the kids are grown." She smiled, then she kissed me. Will I? I have to say I do not know. Strange. Our relationship is strange. But for now, it's enough. Sometimes things are just the way they are.