I smiled. "Yeah, I think so." Delilah jumped up into my lap as I spoke, and I scratched her behind her ears as she purred. "I'm feeling better. She invited me and the kids over for dinner Sunday. She said you'd be home.""That's wonderful! I can't wait to see you all." He was quiet for a second. "Did she talk to you about the party?""Yeah. She wants me to chat up Joseph Druthers. Figures he's lonely."My dad groaned into the phone. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll talk to her.""Thanks, Daddy. I just, I, um." I felt myself start to tear up."Hey, hey, you don't have to date just to date, or to make your mother happy. You're a wonderful mother, Melanie, and I'm proud of you. And if you ever want to start dating again, any man on earth would be lucky to have you. I love you, Doodlebug."My dad let me cry for a minute, before distracting me with a new subject. "So, I hear Paige has a new coach. What do you think of her?""She's, well, she's something. Striking, intense features, commanding
"Hello, Melanie.""Hi, Mom." I felt my mother's eyes run over my body before fixing me with a look of disapproval."Your father says 'hello'. He'll be home from his trip next weekend. Would you bring the kids over for Sunday dinner?"It wasn't a request, but at least she'd pretended to ask. "Okay. We can do that.""Good."The waiter arrived at our little table. "Good afternoon, I'm Bobby, and I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get you ladies? Something to drink?""Unsweetened tea, thank you." My mother answered, giving me a significant look that told me not to embarrass her by ordering anything with calories.I smiled at the young man. "Same, here, thanks.""All right, take a look at the menu. I'll be right back.""So, what's new with you, dear?""Nothing in particular, Mother. We met Paige's new field hockey coach last night."My mother sighed. "I don't know why you let her persist with that...sport."I looked up at the ceiling. "We're not having this discussion again, Moth
She took a moment to look over the assembly with those piercing eyes of hers. I couldn't tell if they were blue or green from this distance, but god, I knew she could look right through a person. I glanced at Paige, who was leaning forward in her chair, transfixed.The coach continued. "My door is always open to my players. I am also available to their parents if they have concerns about their daughters. If there's something going on I need to know about, that I can help with, please reach out. But if you have suggestions about how to run the team, what style of offense or defense to play, or think I should play certain athletes more or less or at different positions, keep it to yourself."I don't play favorites. I will play the young women who give us the best chance to win, and they'll be the ones who have worked the hardest and followed the rules. I do not discriminate. It makes no difference to me if they are a Senior or a Freshman. It doesn't matter to me if they are white or bla
Can a divorced mother of three find true love?All characters involved in explicit sex scenes are over eighteen. Enjoy! And please rate and leave comments or send feedback. They mean so much to me.Enjoy****************It didn't fit."C'mon, Mom, we're gonna be late!""Just a second, sweetheart!" I took a deep breath, trying to suck in and fasten my jeans again, but it just wasn't going to happen. I fought back tears as I sat back down on my bed and peeled the offending garment off of my legs. I looked at the tag, hoping I'd just grabbed the wrong pair, but no. These were my size sixteens."Mom, it's after six-thirty!""Paige, I know. I'll be there in just a second." I dashed into my closet, pulling a green, flower printed maxi off its hanger. I also stripped off my panties, replacing them with the tummy control ones that I usually wore with any of my dresses. I pulled the dress on, tying off the wrap around tie to accentuate the fact I did still have something resembling a waist. W
Mitch insisted that she be able to buy me a real ring, so I waited a year while she saved up the money before she proposed again. We got married in April, 2017, on a perfect Saturday afternoon. Carl gave me away, and Carrie and Bridget stood up as my bridesmaids.Carl and Bridget had gotten married two summers prior, and at their wedding Dad and Mom completely ignored my existence, which left me an emotional mess afterwards. At my own wedding it was so hard, not having my mother or sister there, but I had total confidence in my choice of partner.I've heard so many people, including Mitch, say that their wedding was a blur. I guess a lot of the day was, but I remember almost every second of the ceremony itself, the beauty of the garden, the color of the flowers, and the beaming gaze of Michelle as I walked towards her.The minister invited us to speak our promises before he got to the traditional vows, and I can recall almost every word,Mitch went first."Cindy, my love, I'll never f
"Don't toy with me, young lady." Dad sat forward. "Have you defiled yourself with that girl?"That word made me angry, and my soul steeled inside me. "No, I have not. I have shared a bed with her for the last three years. We have been as intimate as two people can be, and none of it has defiled me. I am moving to Tampa with her, and we are going to start a life and a family together""A family!? It's not a family, it's an abomination, young lady. You are going to get your bags and forget this nonsense." He looked past me. "Charlotte! Back to your room!" I turned in time to see my sister vanish down the hall."Really. That's what you want? Your openly gay daughter living under your roof? Cause that's what I am, Dad." I put some spite into the word. "I'm not hiding any more. Now we're going to get my things from my room, and we're going to leave.""We? She's here?""She's in her truck. She's going to help me pack. We'll be gone faster that way.""That person is not allowed in my house!