Work is so slow today knowing that every minute I am here, I could be with Lillian. She is in that man's house, and he might be hurting her right now. With so many things filling my head, it is difficult to work, and I almost go home for the day. Except for the fact that this new bike we are working on, is for a man who saved every penny for the last twenty years to get it.
Jeremy lost his leg overseas when a roadside bomb in Iraq blew him and his team's convoy up. He was lucky, the rest they were picking up in pieces for days. Matter of fact, a few of them, they never did find all their body parts.
When he lost it and came back to the states, he vowed that he would be able to ride again if it took everything he owned and made. Hearing about him, I made some calls and got him a grant. It took care of the cost of the parts, and I am giving him all of the labor free of charge. It's the least I can
I hear a knock at the door and rush to open it, hoping it is Jordan. To my surprise, the mailman, a gentleman in his mid-thirties with black hair is standing there smiling with a package in his hand. After handing it to me, he says, "It looks like it is from your parents, Mrs. McMasters. I hope it is something good." He nods and then says, "Good day to you." Before walking back to his vehicle and driving off. Looking down at it, I realize sure enough it is from my parents and after turning around and shutting the door, I open it before sitting back down. Connie looking over my shoulder excited, can't wait for me to open the box inside, "Hurry up and open it. I want to see." Smiling, I rip the tape off and open the lid. Inside is a dancing ballerina music box. My parents have always known that I love these. I remember when I was little, we would stop by the mall, and I came home with a different one eve
Not being able to sleep, I step out of bed naked and feel for the light switch. Last night, I almost fled with Connie and the kids to another country. Or at least I wished I did. George is getting more and more violent, and it is really making me wonder why I don't just have some of my buddies beat the ever-loving crap out of him. Running my fingers over my neck and then scratching my head, I throw on my shorts before heading to the bathroom. Feeling the overwhelming need to pee, I open the door and find my mom laying on the floor just outside my bedroom. She looks up drunk, "Hey, son." "What in the hell are you doing back here?" I ask her, before I run to the bathroom and relieve myself. Every time I turn around my mom is either coming or going and with Lillian's problems, my world is becoming ever increasingly complicated. Something must give, or my business will suffer. Making up my mind, first thing in the m
"Mom, how long are we going to stay at Connie's? We have to go to school tomorrow." Jon asks after we get to Connie’s, and we are all sitting in the living room. Kelly is texting on her phone and Jon is playing Connie's gaming system, while I sit there with Connie and talk about what must be done next. Hearing my phone ringing, I pick it up and realize that it is from my attorney. Picking it up, I answer, "Hello. What have you heard?" Sounding disappointed, he says, "When he got out, someone beat him up and dropped him off at the hospital front entrance. Did you have anything to do with it?" Shocked, I answer sharply, "No, I wouldn't ever. You know that I didn't have anything to do with this. I couldn't. I may disagree with him, but I don't wish him dead." I hear him mutter something to someone in the background and then he says, "Well, I have to go. They said he is waking up and I should be
I can't believe she is gone. They take her to the police department and process her. "Where is mom?" Kelly and Jon both ask as they look at me confused. Not bearing to see their faces, I stare at the cold wood floor and answer, "It was a mistake, but they took her to the police station. They think she has had something to do with your dad getting beat up." In shock, they both glance at each other with worried looks and sit down on the couch quietly. Connie tries to comfort them by making them hot cocoa, while I make a few phone calls. After talking to my attorney, I arrange for a visit to the police station to talk to her. Once I arrive, I realize that it was a mistake though, because George after getting out of the hospital, headed straight to the station. "Stop, right there sir. You are under arrest because you just broke the restraining order rules." Stepping one foot in, I was arrested on the spot for
"Yes, please." I whisper as Jordan kneels between my legs and I feel his lips glide across my wet folds, making me quiver with anticipation. It has been three days since we left town and put it all behind us. I contacted my lawyer and had him set things into motion for me to finally get away from George. Taking most of the money out of the bank and depositing it into a new account out of George's reach, I stopped him from coming after us with vengeance, at least for the moment. Jordan grabs ahold of my legs and pulls me closer to him so he can nestle his face in closer and suck up my juices. Feeling his mouth seal around my nub, he gently sucks and makes a mmm sound against my soaked folds, sending me almost over the edge. Taking his index finger, he strokes my crease and then slips a finger in. After hooking the first finger in just the right spot, he slides in a second and slips it in and out. I wa
"Wow. You guys have done an excellent job on this one!" I exclaim when I see how far they have come and what they did with their time while I was gone. Ted turns around and smiles at me, commenting, "Well we did learn from the best, after all. So, what made you decide to come back from your honeymoon early?" He laughs and I watch his face turn serious. "We were beginning to wonder if you had ditched us for good because of that rich chick." Putting my hands up in the air like I'm surrendering, I say, "Actually, we weren't on our honeymoon, it is complicated." "Oh. So you took a married woman out of town for a one-two. That a boy." All the guys start chuckling and Ted punches me in the arm. "No, more like her husband is abusive and I was hiding her so she could get her attorney to file for divorce." I say in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. The room grows quiet, and the guys go bac
The phone rings, instantly killing the mood. I guess it was good that I stopped while I did. Picking up the phone and seeing the attorneys contact info, I answer it. Concerned, I ask, "What's wrong now?" Right away Mr. Jefferson answers, "As you guessed, he is fighting the divorce. Stating the reason why he won't let you have it is that he deserves every cent you have because you are cheating on him. He claims he has all kinds of evidence of your affair and that there is no way you will ever keep the children and your money." Shocked, I swallow hard, "Do you have any idea what kind of evidence he has? I mean, he has cheated on me all these years and he is giving me a hard time?" I ask in disbelief. "No, I don't, but that doesn't mean he doesn't. Matter of fact, knowing him all too well, I would say he probably hired a private investigator and that's how he keeps finding you too." He states sarcastically.
"Bang" The door bursts open as a police officer rushes in with his gun raised and then a second one. "Get on the ground, this is the police." Lillian glances over at me as I dive to the ground, but she is not so lucky. The officer knocks her down and holds a gun to her head, while the other one handcuffs her. A third officer bursts through the open door and sees me on the floor and points his gun at me. "Hey. Stay down and no one will get hurt." The third officer states just before he handcuffs me. With her face buried in the comforter, the police say, "You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent." The rest I don't think she heard because she just lays there shaking her head. I straighten up and head butt one of the cops and rip his key off his belt. The cop yells and the other two dive bomb me. Moving out of the way, I hit the one and then push the othe