Chapter 8
The rehearsal dinner was canceled and Lynn went back home to cuddle with Timothy inside his special fort that he had made with all the cushions from the couch and a chair. They were having a wonderful time, even though Lynn was thinking about what her friend was currently going through. It was going to hurt for quite some time, but as far as she knew the wedding was still on.
“You have such an innocence about you, Timmy. I know that I can’t ask you this, but I’m praying to god that you keep it for as long as possible. You have such a gift for seeing things with bright and impressionable eyes. The world is going to try to extinguish that flame of goodness from you and I don’t want you to let it.” I want to keep him sheltered from the ugliness of the real world. I can only do that so long, before I will have to pull him away from my apron strings. I will need to set my little bird free to make his own mistakes. I can only hope that I have given him the right advice, so that he can fall and then stand back up on his own 2 feet.” There was an incessant knocking on the door. At first, she ignored it, but it got considerably louder and she was worried that the neighbors were going to call the cops.
Opening the door, she came face to face with an irate piece of her past. Bailey was not smiling and the scowl on his face told her that there was going to be hell to pay.
“How dare you do that to your best friend and think you did her a favor. They aren’t even married yet and what he does, until the day he says I do can still be forgiven. I’ve tried to talk to my sister, but she shut me out. I blame you and she told me what you did for her. You might have thought you were doing the right thing, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.” Bailey had felt a little despondent and had decided to take the edge off with a few drinks at a local tavern. After that, his anger had been considerably heavier on his chest and he needed to unload on someone.
“It’s not my fault that all men are dogs and can’t be trusted around something that is familiar. You of all people can attest that old loves can come back at the most inopportune time. I only did what my friend asked of me and nothing more and nothing less. For you to come over here and berate me and stand there in judgment is not fair. This is not our problem and they need to deal with these issues before they go any further. If it’s a simple mistake, then I’m sure Mandy will see it that way and give him a second chance to redeem himself. It’s entirely up to them to work this out and we should not interfere unless asked.” “I know that I shouldn’t verbally abuse him, but seeing him is bringing back that fresh wound. It still festers, but I also have this need aching inside me to grab him and to throw him down onto the floor.” She had gotten so carried away that she didn’t even realize that her son was no more than a few feet from where they were standing.
“There’s no reason to get defensive. I just think that you should have thought about what you were going to do before you did it. You must have known that it would end badly. My sister has a tendency to ruin a good thing. You should have known that and it’s not like you’ve been apart that long. You are right about past loves getting underneath someone’s skin and you’ve certainly done that for me. After what we did the other day, I can’t seem to shake the image of you smiling in a post orgasmic glow of ecstasy. I wish that I could take it all back, but there’s no way that I can. The only thing I can do is hope that we can move on.” He was about to turn and go back to the taxi idling at the curb with its meter running, but then he stopped.
Lynn had no idea why he had gotten caught off guard, until she turned herself and found Timmy standing there with a Popsicle stuck in his mouth. It was his favorite of a cherry variety. He looked, so sweet and innocent. “I’m hoping that he’s not going to ask. It’s not exactly the proudest moment of my life. I love him and I would never want to be without him, but this is only going to cause more problems than it’s worth. I need to stop him from saying anything and to shut him down before he learns the truth.”
“This is Timothy and he’s on his way to bed. Make sure to brush your teeth and be ready when Judith comes to pick you up tomorrow.” Lynn stared down her little boy, until he threw up his hands in defeat and stomped away in his Scooby Doo P J’s. When he disappeared, she turned and saw the look of astonishment in Bailey’s eyes.
“How… old…is he?” He was doing the math in his head and the relative age of the child matched up to what he thought was true. “Who is the father?” He was a man of few words and even the words that he did get out were few and far between. He saw the kid’s eyes and they were remarkably like his own. It felt like he was looking at a younger version of himself and that terrified him down to his very core. Was it possible that she had his child and didn’t even have the courtesy of telling him about it.
“He’s five years old and his father was in the military before he was gunned down in the line of duty. His mother is Judith. I know what you’re thinking and it’s not true. I did not have your child and if I had, don’t you think that I would have told you? I’m only babysitting for a few extra dollars and my job isn’t exactly as glamorous as I made it out to be. I do work for a successful businessman in the media, but I only write obituaries. I didn’t get out of my own way and found myself stagnant and stuck in quicksand in this very town.” “I can’t put the genie back in the bottle. I said what I had to say to protect Timothy and myself from any kind of reprisal from a man that has too much money than brains. I won’t risk him trying to take him away from me even in a knee jerk reaction to become a father.”
“I’m sorry that I jumped to conclusions. I think I’m going to go while my foot is currently dislodged from my mouth.” He barely got two steps out of the house, before the door made a resounding slam. He cringed to think about what it would mean if they had a child together. At first, he would be angry, but something told him deep down that it would be the crowning achievement of his life. He could not in good conscience let her story hold any water without finding some concrete proof.
Lynn was sitting against the door in the fetal position with her hands wrapped around her knees. She felt like such a heel for taking away the truth. She had always been a big proponent for letting the chips fall where they may. Unfortunately, she was not one to take her own advice and sometimes she could be her own worst enemy. “It’s too late for us and there’s no way that we can recapture the past. What we did in the hotel room was something I will always remember, but it’s only a memory. I can’t possibly begin to believe that there is a future, when he has obviously been playing the field literally and figuratively.” Her dream of becoming famous had been extinguished by the light of a little boy. She began to think that maybe she had allowed Timothy to be the excuse not to reach for the stars.
Bailey was lamenting over seeing the child, slapping his forehead and making the taxi driver very uncomfortable. “Get it out of your head and she wouldn’t lie about something like this. I have to know for sure and there’s a friend of my father’s that could look into it on my behalf. I just don’t know if I want to know the truth. I won’t be able to rest and I’ll always have that lingering doubt in the back of my mind.” He called the friend of his father’s and had the ball rolling before he even arrived back home.
Lynn arrived at the estate the next morning ready to help the bride get ready for the big day. Instead, she found both Mandy and Bailey putting up a united front. They were standing there with their arms crossed defiantly and making her feel like she had just walked into some trap. “I’m not sure what this is, but I don’t need some kind of interference or whatever this is called.” “The look on their faces tells me that they’re not very happy with me. I don’t know exactly what changed from the moment that he left my house last night to this moment in time.”
“I’m going to leave the two of you to discuss things in private. The wedding is not gonna happen and late last night, Kenneth and I eloped to Las Vegas. We decided to avoid all the hoopla. I do hope that you understand.” Mandy’s voice was chilled and the icy reception to her friend was due to what her brother had told her early this morning.
He waited until his sister was driving away and then he confronted his ex love with the truth. “Timothy is mine and there’s no point in denying it. I had an independent investigator look into it and it didn’t take them long to find out that Timothy was yours. I only had to put two and two together and now I want you to finally clear the air once and for all.” He wasn’t expecting the tears or the outburst, as she ran upstairs with him in hot pursuit.
She slammed the door in his face and ran to the bathroom. She couldn’t believe the day had come and then he was standing there looking still angry, but with a softness in his eyes. “I’m sorry. It was not my intention to leave you out of it. I did reach out, but at the last second I pulled my hand back from the phone. I saw you on television and I saw how you were with the ladies. You were still young and you needed time to find yourself. I just didn’t think it was right for me to take that away from you.” She couldn’t look at him and the awkward silence only made it that much more difficult to talk to him about this.
She saw movement beside her. She turned to see that he was reaching into the trash can. He lifted the box with her home pregnancy test and the stick that was pretty damn clear about what was going to follow.
Bailey stared at it in disbelief and then turned to Lynn with his finger pointing at the stick and then back at her. It was obvious from the stunned expression on Lynn’s face that this was something she was going to keep away from him again. “Timothy is mine and now you’re pregnant again. I either have the strongest swimmers known to man, or our love is the secret ingredient to all of this.” He should have been angry, but instead he was through the roof.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her out to the bedroom. Dropping her on the mattress, he hastily stripped off his shirt and showed her his obvious strength.
“I want you in my life and this isn’t going to happen, Bailey, unless I have some assurances.” She was slipping off her jeans with her panties following suit. They were sopping wet.
“We are going to be a family and you did make some mistakes, but I can forgive them. I’ve never wanted anybody as much as I’ve wanted you, Lynn. The other women meant nothing and they were pale reminders of what we had.” He was going for his pants, but she had grabbed his belt and tore it off of him in a flourish.
She struggled to remain calm, but this was like a dream that she never wanted to wake up from. She pulled insistently to get his pants and underwear down to his ankles. His manhood was jutting out with the same stiffness that she had witnessed the other day. She looked up into his eyes and then she sucked him deep, until it was touching the back of her throat. “I know that I’m opening myself up for heartbreak, but I can’t help myself. He has always had a hold on me and even thousands of miles away, I was pretty much powerless by just the sight of him on television. Having him right in front of me and knowing that he feels the same way is something that I’m not going to let go so easily this time.” She bobbed her head and had him shaking at the knees from the obvious pleasure.
“I can’t believe that we’ve been separated for years and it doesn’t even feel like a day. Your lips have always been burned into my memory and I don’t think that I could ever forget you.” He was moving his body with the rhythm of her mouth and soon he needed more than this. He pulled away reluctantly, on the verge of something that would leave him breathless. He was breathing heavy with his two hands on her shoulders. He pushed her back and relieved her of the rest of her clothing with each piece flying into the air like some whirlwind.
“I know what you are thinking and I’ve always known what you were thinking.” Her clothes were strewn around her with pieces haphazardly over the side of the bed. “I want you to make me scream your name.” “I thought the first time that we did this in the hotel was something, but it only gets better time and time again. The way that he looks at me with hunger in his eyes and that sexual appetite that cannot be satiated is something that I will never get used to.” She felt her lips being pulled apart and the tip of his tongue was now lapping quite obscenely at her clit.”
He was an animal and the motion of his tongue was now moving with great care and deliberation. He knew exactly where to go and where to touch. He had the roadmap of her pleasure in his mind for all time. It was like coming home and there was no use in fighting it anymore. “You still taste as good as ever, Lynn. You make me think that your mistake was only made because of me. I should have been more in touch with your feelings and not dismissed them out of hand.” He had two fingers at her entrance and he could feel the tightness wrap around them as he went knuckle deep.
“Make me yours… Oh god…make me powerless to resist you.” It wasn’t just his fingers, but he had spread those two fingers and allowed easier access for his tongue to slip in the middle. He tickled the inside of her hole. Her legs wrapped around his head and humped up against him with a fire that had her body burning out of control. He didn’t even have to wrap his hand around it and his cock was already telling him it was time to take the plunge.
“I said the words. Now I want to show you in actions what words could never convey.”
She was right there on the precipice of something huge and then he took his fingers and his tongue away. She was in a bit of a quandary and part of her wanted to let him take her to heaven and beyond, but another part was worried that this was a parting shot. Thankfully, her memories of him out shined any kind of resistance and her legs spread in obvious invitation for more to come. “I was almost there and I know just from entering me that he’s going to blow my mind and short circuit any kind of argument. I get the feel like he’s doing this on purpose. He’s making me a prisoner of my own body.” His cock was ready and she only had to grab onto it to feel the strength and virility flowing within.
He spit into his hand and rubbed it into the already moist length of the shaft. She was dripping and now he was applying his member to the secret of what made them who they were together. He was pressed up against her with both of them staring at each other. His cock was, so deep that there was no way that it was going to see the light of day anytime soon.
“Bailey, I don’t think that we can be forgiven for this behavior. We’re literally having sex on your parent’s bed.” “I always knew that he was the quintessential bad boy. I couldn’t walk away from him and those dimples had me practically falling on my knees to worship any part of his body. “Do it…fuck me and promise me that this is only the beginning… YESSSSSS.” Lynn lost her sanity and she flipped him off the bed, until she landed astride him. Knickknacks on the dresser fell to the floor with the tinkling of glass breaking upon contact. “I want you to remind me how much we are meant to be together every single day for the rest of our lives.” She ground in a circle, making his cock feel the product of her orgasm.
He was bucking his hips up from where he was on the floor, grabbing for her breasts and tweaking the nipples with two fingers on each one. They’d gotten so lost in each other that they didn’t hear the audible gasp of his parents and the snicker of his sister Mandy in the doorway.
Mandy feeling like she should protect her brother closed the door before their parents could see anything more. She was practically laughing about all of it, but being very serious to ease the doubts of her parents.
“I will always want this, Lynn. Nothing short of wild horses could tear me away from… YOUUUUUUUU.” His body was covered with a glaze of perspiration and his seed streamed fourth, until he had been siphoned dry. She fell on top of him with her nipples cutting into his chest in a most pleasant way. “Was that my parents and my sister that caught us with our pants down?”
They laughed, so hard that tears streamed down their cheeks. They finally got dressed and emerged with big smiles on their faces. They had to face the music with his parents, but it was nothing compared to regaining and reestablishing the life that they should’ve had together.
His parents were undoubtedly surprised and shocked, but they were ready to welcome Lynn into the family with one grandson and another on the way.
Lynn did finally get her degree and took a sabbatical to do some freelance work with publications all over the world vying for her talents. Absence really did make the heart grow fonder. Whenever they were together with Timothy and his new little brother Marcus they could barely keep their hands off of each other. It was everything they wanted and more.
THE END
FILTHY CATCHER
Chapter 1
“You have fought long and hard to get this company off the ground and now you want to take on the responsibility of a child. I don’t know that you have fully understood what that kind of responsibility can entail. I’m here to tell you that it’s not easy and everything that you do revolves around them. You don’t have time for yourself and you don’t have time for a social life. This idea that you have of doing this in this way is a little unorthodox, but not unheard of.” Joan Anderson was only trying to be devil’s advocate and hopefully give her best friend the benefit of her experience.
“You can say anything you want, but I know that the love of your children is unconditional. You complain about them, but I can see the love in your eyes every time that you are around your family. They drive you crazy, but they are yours. I’ve wanted a family for a long time and each relationship that I’ve gotten myself into has led to nothing but heartbreak.” Samantha Mallett had seen her friends grow up before her eyes. She was determined not to fall into that trap of marriage and family until she had made it as an interior decorator.” “I only want what everybody else has. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for. If I can’t have it with a man that I love, then why shouldn't I go for it regardless of opinions? This company has been my baby from the moment that I envisioned it. It has exceeded my expectations and I’m hoping that this new journey that I take will only complement it.”
This was the final time before she was going to go under the procedure to fertilize her eggs with that of the semen of a donor. It wasn’t like she was lacking companionship and growing up had afforded her the opportunity to sample the wares of those guys that had taken an interest in her.
“I look at you and I see that you have your whole life ahead of you. You’re right and I do have the family that I want, but can you say the same thing if you go through with this?” Joan was the prim and proper socialite with her hair in just the right angle to show off her sensuous neck. The designer clothes came from the money that her husband had brought along with him into the marriage. They had worked together to make their mortgage company the one that everybody was going to for the best deal when it came to picking a mortgage for their new home. “You obviously called me to give you the bare facts without sugarcoating anything.” Joan was 5’5, 120 pounds and she had always been the one that people went to for motherly advice.
Samantha knew that subconsciously that she was having second thoughts. She wanted to believe that what she was doing was right and needed somebody to give her that necessary push to go through with it. She had chosen her donor, a blue eyed athlete that according to his portfolio had no addictions or anything that would make him undesirable. His photo made her think of a Norman Rockwell painting.
Samantha was the kind of girl that knew that her prospects were slim and that guys were pretty much after only one thing. The good ones were either married or gay. She had thought that it was an old wives’ tale, but her perception of things had changed lately. One bad date after another confirmed her theory that guys were pigs. There were obviously exceptions to the rule, but so far she had not found them. She was that willowy blonde that liked to wear her heart on your sleeve. She was taller than Joan by a couple of inches and had little bit more weight at 150 pounds. Her best feature was her breasts and they were all natural without the need to go under the surgical knife.
“I was hoping that you would tell me that I was doing the right thing. I understand that this is not for everybody, but for me it might be the only way that I will have the family that I want. There are advantages to doing it this way. The likelihood of the child getting some kind of communicable disease or a trait that would cripple him in his informative years is slim to none. They vet everybody that goes through those doors and that sperm rank is superior in every way to any other one that I’ve been to.” “The administrator was very kind and she led me through the process with a guiding hand. I have no qualms about where I want to do this, but going through with it is another matter altogether. I’ve been thinking about this for so long that it has become something of an obsession for me. My last somewhat serious relationship with a callous football player had turned into a matter of trying to keep his octopus hands off of me through high school. I did like him and I could see myself marrying him like all women do when they meet a perspective suitor. It was just that his attitude was deplorable and I really didn’t want to be around him any more than necessary.”
“I don’t think that your mother would approve. I know that that doesn’t matter to you, but maybe you should take that into consideration. Have you thought about what you’re going to tell them when you finally break the big news? It’s not like you can tell them the truth, unless of course you want them to have a heart attack right in front of you.” Joan could see that Samantha was a bit of a Bohemian and had a flair for the dramatic with the kind of clothes that were a little bit too tight for her frame. She did admire the way that she had pulled herself up to make something out of herself.
“My mother is the last person that should be giving advice. She was hardly ever there when I was growing up and most often that not was in some kind of rehabilitation center for months on end. My stepfather was a damn drunk and I had to literally dance around him to prevent him from getting his paws on me. There was one night that I had to get exceptionally violent. Let’s just say that he won’t be trying anything like that again.” “I know that I am the spitting image of my mother when she was my age. It’s the only reason why he had designs on getting his hands on me. It was a good thing that he wasn’t really my father and he had died a long time ago a couple of years after my birth. My stepfather was not exactly shy with his affections and touching me inappropriately had turned into a game of wills. The last time was the final straw and left him with a concussion and a gash over his eye. I haven’t seen him in a long time and I don’t have any plans to see him anytime soon. Living on my own has become my reality from the moment that I was 16. I did manage to stay with Joan and her family until I was old enough to strike out on my own.”
“I know that your mother and you don’t see eye to eye, but maybe you should talk to her. She might have some insights.” Joan knew that she was barking up the wrong tree for the sake of trying to prevent this from happening. She had already stalled the proceedings a couple of times and it was becoming an effort in futility to come up with any reasonable excuse. “I would never judge you for what you are about to do. I could never say that my children aren’t my life, because that would be a damn lie.” Joan watched as Samantha chewed on her recent manicure in a nervous habit.
Samantha had already made up her mind and stood tall and walked with confidence up those stairs. She looked back one last time to see Joan shaking your head in disbelief, but her opinion didn’t amount to much. She had her own mind and own body and she could dam will do whatever she wanted with it. She’d gone through the necessary counseling mandated by this company to make sure that there were not any underlying psychological reasons for her to do this. “My baby is well on its way to becoming a fortune 500 company. I have several employees and I could easily take a step back and let them do the lion’s share of the work. This is my company and I am the president and I worked tirelessly to make a name for myself. The Mallet name has become synonymous with buildings and residential owners alike that have come to me for my expertise.
She opened the door and went inside to meet with the administrator who was there personally to oversee every tiny detail. Tabitha had a bond with Samantha that went beyond just a client relationship. They actually found themselves to be friends and this led to the main reason why this company was going to get her business.
“I was beginning to think that you might have cold feet. If you’re ready, the doctor is prepared for you. It won’t take too long and you will be well on your way to being a mother. I’ll be in there with you every step of the way.” Tabitha took her by the hand and helped her to get into a customary green gown that was opened in the back. Samantha walked in on her own power and climbed up on the table where everybody was waiting to begin. Time was money and that was no more evident than the way that the Dr. was constantly looking at his watch to determine if he was going to make is Tee time.
Dr. Stevens was the best in the business, but he was in it for the almighty dollar. He didn’t even bother to look at the sample and had assumed that everything was in order. He mistakenly took the wrong sample from the refrigerated unit and implanted the seamen without even realizing his mistake until it was too late. He felt embarrassed and decided to keep quiet, until such time that he was called on the carpet for his actions.
The procedure was over with fairly quickly and Tabitha was a woman of her word. She stayed with her all the way and being distracted by keeping her calm was the only reason why something like this could happen.
A week later and things didn’t exactly go as planned. Tabitha was a stickler for details and went over every little move that everybody made during the procedure. She could see that Dr. Stevens was shaking and she had mistakenly thought that he was under the influence of some sort of pharmaceutical aid. A routine drug test proved otherwise “I need to see you in my office. Don’t even think about leaving here until you see me and security will be well informed that you’re not to leave the premises.” She could see the way that he was wringing his hands and looking around nervously while biting his bottom lip.
She went to her office and sat there and was waiting for the other shoe to drop. Her friend that decorated her condo was now recovering. She got this bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and it made her dread the very appearance of Dr. Stevens at her door. She decided to do some paperwork, but even that was not even near enough to keep her occupied.
Dr. Stevens came in and sat down with a heavy heart and a burden that he was about to relay with some trepidation. He was the youngest at 25 with millions of dollars tied up into this company as an investment in his future. This was many different business practices that he had dipped his toe into lately to secure a retirement at a very early age.
“I don’t know what happened, but you’re not leaving here until you tell me.” That awkward silence hung in the air. She placed her hands on the desk in front of her and stared at him like he was going to burst into flames.
“It wasn’t my fault.” He told his story from beginning to end and then sat back with a sigh of contentment for getting it off his chest. He would have gladly taken it to his grave with the ulcers to go along with it.
Tabitha excused him and told them that there would be a necessary review of his actions. She was not looking forward to telling her new friend the mistake that was made. This was the first of its kind and not something that she was proud of.
Samantha came in and was appalled and rightfully so. After some time, she decided the best thing to do was to move forward. “I sank a lot of money into this procedure. What has been done can not be rectified. Who exactly did I get besides the one that I had chosen?” The answer that she heard was not what she was expecting.
Jack Von was in for a rude awakening. She couldn’t believe that her baby daddy was going to be the one man that had made her swear off men entirely. How could it be possible that the man that was all hands would be implanted in her womb? It was a question that was left to linger in the air. She had it all planned. They say that if you want to make god laugh then you made a plan.