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Part One – That bottle is not for me, I guess theCharacters in order of Appearance :`Narrator at present`Narrator as a c***d`Neighbor- a black MP`His brother, an active service member loved and respected by all. `The k**- my common law wife and basically an ‘Onassis rich-princess’ type`The 5 Sisters- Her aunts- the powers that be.`Anonymous swinging couple`Assorted sundry charactersTHATJACKWASN’T MINEChronology: Present Location: S. TexasFlashback to recent past21 hours agofrom514PMSUN -This shall serve as documentation of events herein described to the best of my ability. That jack is not for me. She has taped the pregnancy test pen to the bottle for him when he comes home.I came home early, they must have thought I would be gone the 3 day week-end. Well my current deal fell through, so I thought : much better to fall back and regroup. But she has taped the results for him to see so that he (they?) can celebrate.I guess I asked for this. I’ve always been a k** at heart. From my first erector set to my bad-ass hot-wheels collection. As k**s in the 60’s we loved cars. Machinery in perfect tune is like music to us. It is cutting edge science, it is a valuable skill, like plumbers and doctors; and as such, we comprise the 3 most important professionals in your life. The cut-throat competitiveness, the trophies, the scantily clad- very attractive models, that was just the icing on the cake. I took it nice and slow and passed my vocational classes. Next stop Air Force Machinist. I did my 20, and I socked away a chunk of cash, buying junked hot rods and flipping them for quick cash. Servicemen love that shit, they will blow way too much cash on a liability- better off stashing it away in your credit union and driving a hooptie . But now I’m only dealing with cars that will net me six figures. It seems like much more hassle and juggling but the payoff keeps my family mostly happy. Long drives, lots of dirty greasy work in the cold, rain and blowing dust. It took its toll my back early on, but I never complained – that would dismiss me as a sissy/punk. As a boy growing up, you have enough enemies and competition to worry about. With my pre-existing injuries and arthritis and no one to supervise me, I would push myself longer than I should at my age. The exhaustion, the self medicating (brewski for the pain at night- coffee and doobage during the day. One winter I was near paralysis-the cold would chill my bones and the meds had me u*********s or loopy. Months and forms and loopholes, later I’m down sunny Texas way getting physical therapy. No, not p.t.-that means something different in the service. When the x-rays showed I had valid injuries. I was berated by the ‘elders’ for being so macho. So I got comfy and began to give a presentation on Bushido and the role of a retainer. The meds got me going and at one point I think I was pulling stuff outta my ass. I wasn’t going to try bullshitting well read people. Suffice to say my logic was basically inescapable and no one could refute me even in my demented state. I took a long shot -Hail Mary full of grace.I had a buddy who moved to California and became a chef. Ironically he can’t have alcohol or eat like he once did. It doesn’t hold the same fascination as it did when he was young and energetic. For me, working with metal ; machining, cutting and welding has kept food on the table. Now that I can devote the time and money to my cars, I have to run it like business: break even to stay afloat, rely on employees to follow instructions and chose projects that will sell, not what I would want to do. So I don’t blame him.I set my sights on Petersen AFB and never looked back. I never regretted moving to Colorado, but the difference between there and Texas – weather wise, is amazing. I’m used to it from basic training at Lackland, AFB. When we first arrived to Petersen, we kinda inherited a neighborhood. Some were related by blood, others by marriage. My neighbor is this big black MP, married to one of 5 sisters (my shawty is related)-they are now separated, his wife left him years ago. Other than that, I will give no names or other information for obvious reasons. At least there was never a safety issue for the family. Either he or his brother was nearby when I was away. Turns out after retirement, the brother now does Nat Guard training weekends at you guessed it, Colorado. The neighbor is more intimidating, has credentials and maintains a small arsenal. His younger brother is faster and slicker (a player I’m sure). Plus he knows anatomy and chemistry. Nice to know they both have my back. We used to all get wasted many years ago (about 5) and the ladies would make all sorts of lewd remarks and tell vulgar jokes when the brother was in town. I would hear about this later- not a peep from the girls, though. We would both comment on the simple-mindedness of the neighbor-by her words and expressions, you could tell she found him annoying. His brother on the other hand is fucking gorgeous, was a medic and is never at a loss for good war stories. We found him much more mellow and we shared copious amounts of d**gs and booze for a time. Who knows what else we were sharing- he has tried lots of things and by this time his truncheon has been in more orifice openings than he can remember (without consulting his bodrum escort rolodex for help). That was a secret between the 3 of us. Nobody needed to know this, especially his brother the cop! On weekends we would make the drive out of town to several locales and party till we puked, I least I puked . As long as I was there and he came along to help with the driving, there was a plausible story. But we needed a 4 some. Sometimes she would try to fix him up and eventually she stopped as a favor to him. You could tell he didn’t appreciate some yenta looking ‘to settle him down’. They must have had a heated argument one night because I saw and heard them all night in the backseat talking and arguing in hushed tones. I guess with not many people that we would waste time with, our circle of friends was almost non-existent. We learned to talk things out among the 3 of us. If we ever had a disagreement, it wasn’t for long. I’m like ‘ you guys really love the drama, leave me out of it.’ But they could talk up a storm-especially when we got stoned. I crash early, so I come and go – but the nights are theirs and they won’t give them up. Slowly, secretly, eventually they must have started making out, but they always stayed dressed. I didn’t like the energy so I really didn’t hang with them. Trying to push out any negative ideas about the 2 connecting and interacting as deeply as they did was tough.In the middle of the night she is sobbing and crying. All I hear is a shush, shush. She is really in anguish at all the time she invests in eye and skin makeup and now it’s ruined. She blames him for wearing her down. That’s the booze talking. Silence – 2 or 3 loud kisses or sucking sounds, they wrestle, she says no loudly and then some more shushing. It sounds like he tried to suck her tits to calm her down and initiate make-up sex ? Then her hands started slapping him away. Is it strange that they are already at second base ? She is much smaller, younger but is street tough. She must be alpha in her age group. They like to pretend like crocket and tubbs. I secretly called them rocket and bumps- it’s not that funny. These guys are really plastered; finally stumbling in to pee, eat or drink water. They are weaving. Her make up has been wiped off, but in the dark she missed the stains on her cleavage. He looks down and makes a move to wipe her when she angrily takes the towel, mumbles ‘don’t need favors or pity’ and goes to her room- whoa. It seemed like this issue was gonna get nasty, maybe run him off. I have no prob with him, he’s one of coolest friends we have. But we can’t all hang like before if the wife hates him. We all were busy finding other things to do the next weekend. (Taking a break from partying till dawn was nice, for me at least.) You could tell she had been crying. You would think tim
e heals, but they are both like fire and gas, vinegar and oil -no wonder ppl think they are married! The week apart should have cooled her down. I mentioned bluntly to him that ‘she is pissed and hell to live with-thanx pal.’ Shrugs and apologizes. “Where to now ? Go talk to her, you know she meant well.” no thanks. I think he secretly hopes not to make it worse. Pretty slick. I didn’t mention her crying because I pretended it didn’t happen. When they do see each other (15 days) they wave from afar. Damn, this must be over. Why would I care ? Because this family has a dynamic like no other- don’t worry, more on that later.That was a rough patch for them but with all the dead ends and lame dates, they eventually got to know each other as well as any other couples who lived together ; (peeves, dislikes, turn-ons). In the beginning, they did the Romeo and Juliet thing at night. He would walk over after dark and try to get her to go out for a beer. Their voices carried so she just let him in through the kitchen. That is considered acceptable for young adult of the family- hell they probably consider multiple partners as the norm for a young woman. I don’t think they were fooling anyone. They would both drive out of town to score weed or sit and talk on the step drinking beer. Neighbors would walk by and joke about them being so out in the open. He in jeans and t-shirt, she in daisy dukes or short shorts and no bra (I find out later when it started getting colder). They would all have a laugh knowing I was inside trashed, asleep or even just watching tv. After awhile I’d retire to the garage for hours. I’d come out exhausted and covered in grease as the sun would rise. At first they would talk all night, then he’d leave for home. Other times one or the other would be asleep. That was when movies on demand were just coming out. Must have been some great movies (chick flicks) they were together constantly for 4-5 movie marathons. They would talk between themselves about foreign films and spend hours at Blockbusters throughout a 200 mile radius. They found another couple who was into the same things and they all hit it off. I couldn’t spend that much time with culture, thanks. The other guy was hoping for group sex – he thought they were an interracial couple-which is why he invested any time at all. I found out later that he had access to interracial porn movies and magazines. One night he bought out his private collection thinking it might start something. escort bodrum It didn’t . It just got kinda creepy, ” Hmm. well..long drive, gotta head back, thank you for your gracious hospitality, yes we’ll have to do this again sometime. Sure”. That night when they got home, there were also soft core movies on cable where the wife always has sex with a young black man. They enjoy it on an ironic level because 1) It has some really implausible narratives. 2) They try to imitate a lot of the European porn. 3) The writing is not much different from actual porn- duh. They had several special moments with hours of cuddling, laughing, crying, hugging- and if they started making out, -must have -they always stayed dressed . Soon after the novelty of arthouse cinema wore off, they would just hang out -2 night owls, nocturnal like a****ls. Then one day they became enamored with salsa- I’ve always loved it. Through my stupidity I ended up fucking myself . I have a library of vinyl; (multiple genres- pride, years of searching and lots of cash ) and like to give a presentation to anyone listening. One night I really rocked the house and following weekend -the neighborhood; everybody was grooving and moving till dawn. I was a hit or so I thought. I have a feeling someone scored some blow because these few people drank and danced all night. While I was busy on the decks they would dance non-stop, trying different moves they saw on tv or somewhere. It ended with them drenched in sweat. We (they) joined a salsa club, occasionally they might invite guests and take turns hosting. The group might hit one or two clubs a night. We started as 3 but they could dance till last call and often did; they took classes, went to dances, and out of town for events and tournaments unbeknownst to me. Well, that’s because his first partner’s tits were too big and her grace and balance sucked. The k** was a natural however. The encouragement I gave them was like a d**g, how they looked drew everyone’s attention and approval. As they got better, their moves flowed and they added racier costumes, and won and placed a few times. We gave them endless support, hell they were good. They would work hard and dance till they couldn’t anymore. After closing, they would pass out in the back seat drunk, tired and sweaty. Sometimes I could see strange unfamiliar panties, more like thongs. They were part of her ensemble but they always were in a wild style like she picked them to stand out, but I never got to see them or their hands on the crowded floor while they danced. After a while of going out to clubs, she is comfortable with the many black men they meet, but he doesn’t let her out of his sight and they accuse him of c***d m*****ation. They’ll rub up against each other all night or he’ll wrap himself around her like a bear rug. Where they get the energy for their hobbies, I’m not sure if they were hyped-up, on cloud 9, or on blow or any other combinations. A few times we went to Vegas, and they had energy to check everything out- free or not. Museums, all day hikes, long bus rides, rest an hour then hit the clubs- till dawn ? They used the gym at every hotel and were always sweaty afterwards, they came back to the room smelling of sweat- a mixture but his was overpowering hers, and they would collapse without showering -makes me wonder if they ever washed clothes or just bought new ones. Turns out their scents got on each others clothes; her perfume on his shirt fronts. His cologne on her neck, their sweat on each others underclothes. One night she was washing her clothes and realized the pungent smell of his body and their fluids mixed on her panties- that wasn’t sweat- she was getting wet rubbing up against his bulge, he could have even leaked semen into her. She realized they are better off leaving them in the room when they leave. He knew her size and new underwear would pop up -always the perfect size. I begin to take more notice of her panties as she never has them in her wardrobe /drawers but always has new ones, maybe even spares in her purse. She is always dressed up – in back seat with him going somewhere. They must have felt like they were living in a cultural Mecca. Just another thing smart people do, like theater, concerts, lectures, clubs, travel, etc. A funny set of circumstances culminated in the completion and christening of our own private ‘bar’. Old garbage from previous tenants removed from the outside garage, some elbow grease and we were on our way. More fixtures than we could use, glasses and steins lining the wall. ‘Okay, now we just need some booze’ she says. ‘Yeah, that and some topless waitresses’ he says looking at her grinning. She roars and then says quietly “you must be thinking of some dive bar, with my bumps you’re thinking of hooters!” Hell no, he says as he makes mental notes of cocktail waitress outfits. Between the work, the heat, and the cheap beer, I am toasted. “No more cheap booze for you senor, we are off the warehouse liquor place, you comin ?” ‘Go ahead, but I know how long booze runs take, I’m timing you.’ For some reason I joked “you both been working hard-take the weekend off, I mean it”. They were strangely quiet. He grinned at her and she opened he eyes wide and mimed “Oh my God !” That stung because I and others bodrum escort bayan have seen her use that expression when she has an orgasm.I was trashed but I woke up around 2 to find a note saying they went to score weed. I went to sleep in same spot and waited to see when or if they came home. I acted like I never woke when they quietly stepped in at 5. They quietly tiptoe to the kitchen and close the
door. There they get high some more and apparently undressed as they were wearing different clothes when he left an hour later. I know they change together in bathrooms all the time. She will change in front of him without realizing at first and then pauses for the awkward silence (she is ashamed of her small breasts) and continues undressing as if finally being given permission, realizing he know her titties to the point of having names for the ‘twins’. The note mysteriously disappears and the 3 of us manage to avoid each other for close to 3 weeks. I asked where he took off to and she says “some drama with an ex of his – she must of seen us at the store.” As often as they are seen together at movies, clubs, buying booze she is often mistaken for his girlfriend. She never responds or just grabs his arm and they hug or kiss while he pats her ass and she reacts and slaps his arm every time, trying to make it clear not to touch her in the daytime or in public. As time passes, they start to do things without noticing. She knows what he likes, she fawns over him, smiles and give him a peck on the mouth no matter when. They will constantly catch themselves reliving memories in private. The restaurant experiences, hotel buffets, porn and porn stars and illicit acts are all inside jokes. At the clubs they are in the bathroom constantly together, first to get high in privacy, later pissing in the same stall – and then I assume oral sex regularly.At the next holiday family gathering they keep their distance and avoid each other. You can hear people asking if they have broken up “Too bad, such a nice couple”. They quietly explain she is married, he has/ had a girlfriend- they are just friends. More confused faces. If he is single and she is married, why are they exclusive ? Turns out the other hens ‘let her have him’ and don’t interfere in their conversations. I was looking at his ‘family picture album’ and it confirmed my worse suspicions- it looked like some college k**’s memories. Now all the evidence pretty much fell into my lap. While the k**s nap and the game is on, I’m in the den, quietly looking through family albums when I start to see my wife in shit loads of pictures. She is usually dressed like she is going out to a party or a singles bar. The only way she would do this if she knew she would be safe with an escort- a big black ‘date’. In the older ones she is barely visible, like a guest at a party. Later they must have spent entire events together as they are always a couple. Then come the ones with her in shorts, or bathing suits and one with her top off while he oils her back. All they said about this outing was that everyone got wasted and fell asleep. Truth is everyone left early, it’s hard to steer down that mountain in the dark. They paired off early and disappeared. So that leaves a whole afternoon and evening unaccounted for. In almost every shot they are looking deeply at each other and she is smiling like I’ve never seen. She is wearing these tight white cotton shorts that show her moose knuckle. Like she’s not wearing panties underneath. Surprise. Weekend after weekend I’m out of town and she is happy, busy, vivacious, sassy, has even picked up some slang. They often look like they are a couple arguing which throws people off. One day at home, she is showering and I swear I find a few magnums in the nightstand only to have them disappear for ever. She has also stashed lube and pain ointment in back of the bathroom drawers. She never used it before but there is an empty tube in back of that-must have missed that. While she is passed out I check out her underside- she is pink and inflamed and her butthole is puckered. But she has not bought birth control otherwise. Why ? the consequences are too severe. She disappears one day for a doctors appointment out of town and comes back with a few samples of birth control, but never opens them. Was she planning to get pregnant from him or did she have issues with birth control or did she think she was in control this entire time by agreeing to anal sex just to keep him ? Turns out the doctor specialized in family planning. The conversation went something like “we have been having sex for years, why all of a sudden do I get fertile ?” She begins to elaborate to the doctor about the father. “Oh you didn’t say- I see- yes his size means you should have been pregnant long ago, don’t know why all of a sudden now. You need to start taking your vitamins, focus on the baby for now. ” She has changed, more confident and more stubborn than when they are together. The look on her face is different, harder- more determined. Since their falling out she has decided not to run decisions by him anymore. We shall see how much she has changed.So it looks like she may have plans to have the c***d no matter what. She doesn’t want to take a chance on complications from an abortion. She subconsciously is proud of being pregnant finally because she is not hiding the news. That’s because the k** is coming of age- you can see the changes from her college pics to now. Well at least it won’t be the first black c***d born to white parents around here.

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