Chp06 motherly things.

The rain falls across the golf course. Bob drones on and on about his business, his golf game. The moans about his not able to get hard. I tune out the drone of my husband. God, at least Ray could talk about something other than himself.

I let Tiger Woods wan-an-be, drone as I head down the block under my large golf umbrella. Pass the other drape, lifeless house in the southern suburb of Savannah. Arriving at Bess house, the four cars in the drive, tell me the party is started.

Entering I strip out of my cloths, my bodies still thin, tone good. I grab a twenty pack from hall table. This should solve my tension headache. I watch the college boys standing in the kitchen sucking beers. I grab two dragging them to the sex room.

Good, the swing is empty. Passing the wet room. I see Bess double teamed by two large footballers. From the screams, she's getting Greek-ed. I smile, love doubles, even triples more. I drape the twenty packs of condoms over the swing suspender.

The twenty something hoist me into the swing. Then smirk, tying my hands and legs, I scream for them to stop. They ignore me, smacking me. Dazed, they peel condoms off the pack, laughing at me. Insults rain down on me. They slam into me. my cunt, my mouth. More guys come thru. Using me, like a whore.

Time distorts as more men, pass. Alcohol is poured down my throat. Burning me awake, they have Bess's husband hosing me out. A popper is stuffed in my nose, the chemical burn and fire my body. I watch more men enter. Soon all I see is pubic hair, hour must have passed.

I wake in my bed, bob is moaning next to me. I sleep fitfully, till sun light blares me awake. Bob is hamburger. His whines that college boys, beat him, raped him. Whine little wimp, I stagger to the kitchen. Making coffee, I stare at the TV news. Nine days have passed since I walked down the street.

The next day I walk down to Bess's to find out what happened. The house is closed, empty. The next-door neighbor drags me into his garage. Smacking me, rapping me. "I had you three maybe four-time last week. Once more, or anytime I what it." He leaves me naked on the concrete floor. His dour wife walks up and pisses on me, laughing she leaves me.

I dress, stagger home. Two of Bob's golf buddies have him bent over the table. I head to my room, crawling into the closet to hide. Memories haunt me.

I'm down in Ft. Bragg for Easter. College doesn't do it for me. I need to live, be free. But that takes money. I let a hot soldier take me. he's young, but has a good car, house that's paid off. I love the sex. Weeks pass in blissful lust.

Till I'm late, I screw up and let him find out. he demands I wait and have the child. He has money, the paternity test comes back, it's his. We married. Months pass, alone, pregnant as super soldier trains. I beg him quit, get a safe job.

I'm sure now in reflection that I love him. The first great love of my life. Day after my daughter is born, Frank dies. Widowed with a child, soon ostracized over my need for companionship. Wife's are so jealous sharing their husbands.

Then Ray arrives, he loves the girl, not me. married life is good till he escapes to War. I alone, desperate for comfort. I start steal husbands, college boys, even the local high schooler. Anyone, or thing to not feel alone.

After the war, I can't take it anymore. Leaving him for an exciting hot stub, Stephen Morton. I've found my equal. Vegas is a playground for us. The shows, money, drugs, and sex lots of intense sex. I love it.

All too soon, a streak of bad luck; we try to sell the girl. she escapes. The buyer takes it out on both of us. I manage to lie, and cheat my way thru the bureaucrats. Getting the brat back. We have multiply Social welfare checks, keeping the sell on hold.

Finally, the social snobs leave us alone. They never cared if the brat was bruised or smacked around. Hell, the last social worker was more interest in my tongue on her cunt then the brat's welfare.

She escapes, this time the Washington asshole belief the brat. I'm forced to sign over the brat. Returning to Vegas, Stephen is in jail, after six months in hospital. One of Rays friends beat him up, then the loan sharks beat him up. finally, a neighbor girl accused him of rape. Hell, the tramp is paid to screw, how can she claim rape.

In jail, I divorce him, meeting a stupid, whale from Georgia. Upper middle class, country club set. The perfect gateway to the idle rich. Four years later. I hide in a closet.

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Sitting in Bess's cougar sex beach house on south side of Tybee island two months later. It's been a month from the gang rape by the college frats. I sip alcohol heavy coffee, we watch TV

I spurt the coffee all over the TV. The brat is on TV, an heiress. Married? Graduating high school at sixteen. How screams in my mind?

The show rich couple, hot kids, particular the blonde Viking one. Fuck RAY, that asshole. I fume at the losses of money. She owes me. I'm her mother. The Gas cards are good, I have to drive north to bean town.

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I arrive to Boston, crashing in the car, saving money till I get my daughter to support me. I stare at the ugly skyline of Boston. Shaking in hunger and cold. I fume at how Ray as screwed me over, thwarting my money.

I wait outside the house on the River. The man at the gate turned me away, without listening to my demands. I need to call the police, no that won't work. I let the hot sun sweat the drugs from my body. I know! A car accident, the police will force the brat to see me. her damaged pitiful mother.

I start to pull away when a car blocks me. A older blonde-haired woman exits the car. Smiling at me she taps the Window. "Get out of the car Carla."

I exit, I see security guards running towards us. Turn to the rich bitch. I wake to the EMT putting me on a gurney. Its hours before I realize the rich bitch beat the crap of me. who is she?

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A-pov

I watch my mother in the bed. Gail beat the crap out of her. I should feel sorry or something for the woman who birthed me. but I don't feel anything. Just relieve that she is going to prison. The evidence in her bags was shocking and scary. I can't recognize the knowledge she a pedophile.

I turn a walk away, Gail in waiting for me. encasing me in her arms, I let the world disappear. Christian is waiting for me. Hugging me, we wander to the river, the small gazebo. Letting the night stars slumber us to the new day.

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Gail-pov

I sit in the hospital room, crying and tearing my cloths. John is dead. Gone. a drunk driver killed him. The asshole will live with barely a scratch. I hold my husband, wishing to god I died too.

3 years later, I stand before a petite young woman of fourteen. She looks upset and afraid. I want to leave my demeanor, and hug the poor girl.

"Our you ok?" I ask

"No, I am not. My mother-in-law is sticking her nose in my house and demanding I get a housekeeper." She sniffles. I move and hug her.

"like my house is a mess, or I'm not taking care of my husband." She moans into my chest. I move her to a couch. Letting her vent and release.

"Let's take a look at what going on, and decide if you really need me." I say, we leave in a limo to a nice house in Seattle Capitol Hill section of town. Arriving at a nice house in a quiet dead-end lane off the main road.

The house screams clean and neatness. I don't think I will be need till we arrive at the calendar. My God, how does she find time to clean or cook. I sit her down at her kitchen table and explain what she needs and how we can work it out.

Week merge into a move to Cambridge, Mass. and a nice mansion on the Mystic River. Anna has bloomed with the stress of housekeeping removed from her youth shoulder's. We are happy and feeling good.

I find myself being less housekeeper and more mother. I watch the pair move like dream. The youth couple are really in love and totally committed to the marriage. I find myself think less about John and more about my daughter, my adopted daughter, Anna Grey.

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Security calls me as I head back from the store. Carla showed up, and is parked outside the gate. I turn the corner and spot her. The sick grin on her face. I lose my mind.

I look down at bitch, she bleeds from her mouth, most of her teeth are scattered around the pavement. I feel empowered and alive. Visions of Anna, battered and bruised. John broken dead on the side of the road. My mother dying slowly from cancer while my father was drunk at the bar, with the barfly tramp.

Welch holds my hand, taking me to a car. Sitting in the Police station, Anna enters and crawls up in my lap a hugs me. tears fall. We weep to release the evil that tried to invade are happy home. I feel Christian hand on my shoulder. My children, my adopted children.

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Grace-pov

I sit in jail, watching the TV on the wall. My hands are wrapped, my face plastered with a silly smile. The DA and judge may give me jail time, but it was worth it. A bully dyke sits next to me, hugs me. "If she did that to my son, I'd have thrown her legs first in a wood chipper. Relax, Doc. Your safe here, with real mothers." I finally sleep.

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I stand in court, watching the troll bitch rolled in. she's bald, and toothless. With both arms in cast. She will never have use of them again. I made sure the nerves in the shoulder joint were shred when I dislocated the join and rotated a couple of times.

I smile like a loon at her, terror filled face. Cary hugs me, the judge gives me one-year probation and thirty days, suspended. We leave, I give her the finger. I will make a call to my new friends in prison. The troll is going away for a long time.

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Christian and Anna house on Capitol Hill.

"Anna, you need a housekeeper, I've arranged an agency to send over several candidates." I say, Anna turns, tears streaming down her face and leaves the room. I feel like shit, but she working herself to death.

I need to explain better, she needs a housekeeper to easy her burden. I will talk to Cary and Christian. I pass a new building rising from the downtown, a new high rise condo, Escala.