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2042

Age 50

"You haven't changed much." Casper commented as he followed Gabby in the house.

"No, not really. New living room furniture. Still black leather. Not much else. I got you a new phone. Latest on the market. It's on your nightstand."

"Great." Casper walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer. He cracked it open and drank deep. He leaned against the counter and stared into the backyard as he finished the bottle. Gabby waited patiently for him to turn around.

When he did, she walked up to him slowly. "Hey." She started, and ran her hands up under his t shirt. She felt the ripple of abs Casper had always fought for, and wondered how much time he spent in his cell doing push ups and crunches.

"Something you want?" Casper asked, staring at her chest.

"Something I need." She responded and took his hand. She guided him down the hall and up the stairs. When they reached the bedroom, she turned around and whipped off her shirt.

"Anything you see you might want?" She asked, as she slowly unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down her zipper.

Casper slowly took off his cut and hung it on the closet hook. He took his shirt off on the way back to her as she took off her jeans. He rubbed his hands up and down her sides as she stood in a bra and panties. She reached behind her and undid the bra, pulling it off and throwing it across the room.

Casper let go of her and stripped down the rest of his clothes. Gabby removed her panties and as soon as her husband was naked, pushed him on the bed and climbed on top of him.

He was hard and she was more than ready, she straddled him and took him in, starting to ride him. The feel of him beneath her was heaven. The feel of his hands on her hips was bliss. She leaned back and started to ride him faster, before she could ride him to orgasm, he grabbed her and pushed her on the bed. He grabbed her hair and pulled it back, burying his face in her exposed neck. He thrust in to her hard, fast, and deep. He kept up the pace, not relenting.

Gabby bucked beneath him. She wanted his hands on her, wanted to feel his thumb on her clit, his hand on the back of her thigh. But he just thrust in to her silently. He came with a loud groan and flipped over onto the other side of the bed, resting his arm over his eyes.

Gabby bit her lip. That was like no sex she had ever had with her husband. She was the rough one, not him. He hadn't kissed her, not her lips, not her neck, not her chest. He hadn't even tried to bring her to orgasm. She told herself it had been a long time for him too. That he just needed to get it out of his system.

She got up slowly and fished yoga pants and a reaper t shirt out of her drawer. "I'm gonna check on dinner. I made your favorite." She told him at the door.

He grunted as his answer.


Matthew made his way out of the clubhouse with a beer. He spied Shark still sitting at the picnic tables and strode over.

"You know she'll save you some." He started.

Shark looked up from the thumb nail he was currently picking. "Save me what?"

"Pot roast." Matthew sat down next to him. "Unless you think he can hog down 10 pounds of meat and trimmings." Matthew tried to lighten the mood.

"You never know." Shark answered, still a million miles away.

Matthew rested his hand on Shark's shoulder. "You haven't lost her. Things are just gonna be different now."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Things are gonna be different. I guess he'll be in charge of pancake Saturday again."

"He started that?" Matthew asked. "I thought that was your deal."

"No, no. I just kept it going. Probably a little too long, seeing as you weren't always there to eat them in the morning."

"Mom liked them." Matthew assured him.

"A little." Shark agreed. "You aren't going home?"

"Thought I'd give them some privacy." Matthew shrugged.

"Probably a good idea. If they're screwing. It's the idea that they're screaming at each other that has me twisted up."

"Everyone says he just needs time."

"He was so cruel. Cutting her off like that. When she would have done anything for him. When I told him she got attacked? Nothing. He was practically happy about it."

"He wasn't." Matthew argued. "He asked me about it, later on. He just knew there was nothing he could do to help her."

"That's not what he said at the time." Shark said in disgust and got up from the table. He picked up Matthews beer bottle and clutched it in his hands.

Matthew stood up and put his hand on the bottle as well. "You are NOT going to drink over this. You've been doing so good Shark. It'll kill mom if you start now."

Shark nodded his head and pulled the bottle out of Matthews grasp. He heaved it against the wall, satisfied when it shattered.

"You know I have to clean that up now." Matthew tried to joke.

"Low man on the totem pole." Shark responded, and walked off to his bike.


Gabby busied herself in the kitchen as she listened to Casper take a shower. When the water turned off, she served up a large portion of pot roast on the table and added a cold beer. She waited, biting her lip, for him to come downstairs.

He came down in fresh clothes and Gabby felt momentary pride of having washed them all. He walked directly to the table and dug into his food. She sat down next to him with a glass of wine and watched him eat.

"You want more?" She asked him when he slid his plate away.

"No." He answered and downed the rest of his beer. Gabby nodded and took his plate to the sink. He had eaten every bite, so she just rinsed it and set it above the dishwasher.

"I'll leave it in the crock pot if you change your mind." She commented, looking for something to say to him. "Do you like the phone?"

"It's fine." He answered, getting up from his chair.

Gabby walked around the counter and came within a foot of him. "Tell me, what's the first thing you want to do?"

Casper stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of Gabby's t shirt. "You kept this thing around?" He asked her.

"It reminded me of you." She answered honestly.

Casper nodded his head and pulled it over her head. She hadn't bothered with a bra and he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard when she expected a caress.

"Is this what you want?" He asked. "Is this what you've been waiting for?" He backed her up to the kitchen table.

"Casper." Gabby tried to say something, anything. Casper lifted her onto the table and pulled her pants off. He grabbed her hips and thrust into her hard, he let go and grabbed her breasts again, massaging them with firm hands that left her in pain.

He didn't say another word as he thrust into her over and over again. The base of her spine was being pushed into the table and it hurt terribly, but Gabby didn't let on. She let him have his way. Maybe it was sexual frustration, maybe it was partly anger, but she would let him get it out of his system.

He came on a curse and immediately pulled away from her and put himself back together. When he backed up enough, Gabby climbed off the table. She put her foot on a piece of her broken wine glass and bit her lip to keep from yelping.

"I'm going for a ride." Casper informed her and walked away.

"You don't-" the garage door slammed shut behind him. "technically have your license." She finished to the empty room.

She pulled her pants back on and sat on a chair to pull the glass out of her foot. She walked on her tip toes to retrieve her shirt and the first aid kit.

Things weren't happening as planned. He was gone. He came home with her. But he was gone.


Matthew lay stretched out on Shark's couch watching the game. He knew Shark wasn't watching it. The pacing, the numerous cups of coffee, the nail picking, the bouncing knees, the repetitive checking of his phone; he was a nervous wreck.

Matthew couldn't help but wonder why. What was the worst thing that could happen? Everyone told him that his father was a good man, loved his family. So maybe they would fight? Scream, argue? Maybe he would tell her he wanted a divorce? Maybe he would walk out on her?

Any of those things would break his mother's heart, but none of them seemed bad enough for all the worry Shark was showing.

Matthew's phone dinged on the coffee table with his mother's special ring tone. Shark grabbed it and threw it at him before he even registered the sound.

He sat up and tuned on his phone. "She says come get pot roast." He scratched the back of his head and looked at Shark. "She doesn't know I'm here. Did she send you anything?"

"No." Shark answered quickly, his phone lighting up once again in his hand as he checked it.

"I guess I'll go eat a second dinner. No harm in that." He stood up and carried the plate from his pizza to the sink, just like his mother had taught him. "I'll text you, ok?"

"Yeah." Shark answered, wiping his hands down his face.


Gabby was curled up on the couch with a new glass of wine when Matthew came in through the garage door. He peered around the house; he had seen his father's bike was gone. But nothing else seemed amiss.

He walked right to the kitchen and grabbed a plate, acting casual as he loaded up the illustrious red meat in his mother's house.

"Didn't think there'd be any left for me." He joked, and carried his plate into the living room. He sat on the opposite side of the couch than his mother. She shifted her sock clad feet to make room for him.

"Where'd he go?" He asked a little more seriously.

"He said he wanted to go for a ride." Gabby informed him.

Matthew nodded his head and ate his food. "Everything okay between you two?" He asked carefully.

"I don't know. He just…left. After dinner and a shower." She took a long sip of wine and pushed her loose hair out of her face.

"He really enjoyed the ride home. He probably just wants to feel the wind on his face for a while." He assured his mother.

"Yeah. I'm sure that's it." She patted his knee without looking at him.

"You want me to stay till he gets back?" Matthew asked. "I mean, I can stay all night, I just thought you two should have some time alone."

"No, you don't need to do that. I didn't call you here for that. I just…know how much you like pot roast."

"It's the only red meat you cook."

"Not true, we grill steaks."

"Shark and Vin grill steaks. You make salads." He teased his mom.

Matthew cleaned his plate and sat with his mom a while before getting up. He put away his dish and walked into the main floor bathroom. As he was washing his hands, he saw bloody gauze in the garbage can. He opened the cupboard under the sink and saw the first aid kit had been riffled through.

Rage ran through him. He stormed out of the bathroom and back into the living room.

"Did you two fight?" He asked in a demanding tone.

"No." Gabby said, surprised.

"Tell me he didn't hurt you."

Gabby thought about her aching breasts, tail bone, and decided her son didn't need to know about her sexcapades. "He didn't hurt me, Matthew."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying. Honey, come here." Gabby reached her arms out and Matthew stepped up, taking them both as he sat down.

"One of you got hurt." He said simply.

"Oh." Gabby said lightly.

"Oh? Just Oh? What did he do to you mom?"

"Nothing, nothing honey. I swear. My wine glass fell off the table and I stepped on some broken glass. The glass is in the trash can, here, look." She pulled her sock off carefully and showed him the large bandage on the bottom of her foot.

"He didn't break it, it just fell." She assured him.

Matthew sat back on the couch and took a deep breath. "Why is Shark so worried about Casper being home?" He asked after a moment.

"Shark and Casper had a bit of a falling out. Shark didn't like the way your father was treating me. He didn't understand."

"Understand? That dad's an asshole who treated you like shit for the past what? 10 years?"

"Your father needed someone to blame. He chose me. He was wrong, but if his hatred got him through, day after day, in prison, I'm glad to be the scapegoat."

Matthew shook his head and stood back up. "I'm going to bed. I'm sleeping with my door open." He informed her.

"Yes Sir." Gabby gave her son a mock salute as he left the room. She downed the rest of her wine.


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