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people as we walked back home.
“See what I mean. Everyone knows you and vice versa,” my father said. “You made a good choice son.”
Life for me had never been about belonging to the right clubs and having the right circle of friends. Good people were found in all walks of life.
My mother and Chaz were seated on rocking chairs on the porch watching Kayden ride his brand-new bicycle that was a gift from his grandparents. It was a good thing that they were far away and only visited once every two months otherwise, they would spoil him rotten.
“Dad, Grandpa, look!” he said.
“You’re looking good, son,” I said, and my dad echoed my sentiments.
Kayden had brought out a softer, more relaxed and loving side to my parents and dismantled some of the preconceptions that could have lingered in their minds. My dad even played soccer with him. My amazement made Chaz laugh but she hadn’t known the kind of serious man my father had been when Mary and I were growing up.
Chaz was smiling but I could see her eyes behind the dark glasses she had been prescribed after the surgery on her eyes. They were a continuation of her treatment to try and bring up her vision from eighty percent to ninety. She could now drive and do everything a normal sighted person could.
“You’re right on time for lemonade,” Chaz said, getting up.
My mother stood up too. “I’ll help you,” she said and followed Chaz into the house.
I was proud of my mother and Chaz. Despite the terrible beginning they’d had, they had managed to patch things up and forge a relationship that was quickly turning into a real friendship.
We spent the afternoon hanging out together and just being a family. My parents were in Woodfield for three days before they left on Sunday.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m going to miss your parents,” Chaz said as we stood on the porch waving goodbye to them as they drove off in a cab, headed to the airport.
“They grow on you,” I said to Chaz. “And they love you and Kayden.”
“We love them too,” she said.
I turned to face her and pulled her into my arms. I lowered my head to her neck and nibbled it. “I have an idea.”
She laughed softly. “Let me guess. Does it involve a bed and the fact that Kayden is asleep?”
“You’re a smart lady,” I said, breathing in her sweet feminine scents. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”
She sighed sweetly. “You drive me crazy too husband.”
I kissed her deeply before pulling away and taking her back into the house. In our bedroom, conveniently located at the end of the hallway, away from Kayden’s room, I peeled off her clothes, leaving her gloriously, beautifully naked and proceeded to worship her gorgeous body.
That was all I’d ever wanted from that first day I met Chaz at the train station. To spend my life with her, loving her and raising our family together.
The End.
Sample chapters…
No Boss Of Mine
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Chapter One
Finn
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I lean against the balcony wall and take a long pull from the cigarette I bummed off my Grandpa’s lawyer. The last time I smoked was when I was nineteen, but today is bad, crazy bad. I’ve been out here on the balcony for what seems like a lifetime, and I’m almost done with my cigarette, but it’s done nothing to calm me down.
I shake my head, partly in disbelief, and partly in anger. My lips twist into a smile. It’s not the sort of smile that reaches my eyes. It’s bitter. After ninety years on earth, the old man couldn’t just let go and enjoy heaven or wherever he has gone.
“You’ve really fucking done it this time, Grandpa,” I mutter under my breath.
I look out over the carefully cultivated grounds of my parents’ home, trying to stop the thoughts of my grandpa, who, it seems, has excelled himself and found a way to fuck with me even from beyond the grave.
The wind picks up, rustling the leaves of the tall trees around the edges of the huge lawn. The gardener is cleaning the massive Romanesque marble fountain my father had imported from Italy as a wedding gift for my mother. She is very proud of it.
I caught hell off her for squirting a whole bottle of dish soap into the water when I was seven. I was delighted with the result. I thought it looked magical with bubbles and suds everywhere.
My mother,