Cry "Uncle" After living in apartments for 3 years before and after our wedding, my wife Carole and I finally had the money saved for a down payment on a home. That was 16 years ago and it was supposed to be the structure girding factor to solidify our marriage and be home to the family we would raise. Unfortunately after 4 years of marriage Carole had enough of me and my vision of raising a small family in a neighborhood like the ones we saw on TV shows over our years growing up.
I had been the only guy she ever really dated in High School and Community College and after just two years in our new home she told me she had the itch to run off and see the world. I convinced her, at the time, she was just having the growing pains of facing the reality that adulthood meant settling down. While we tried, unsuccessfully, to have children I was convinced it was her inability to accept our situation of "parents in waiting" that shunted her ability to get pregnant. Then came the day I got a call from her Doctors office leaving the message that they had transferred her prescription to a new pharmacy since the old one was closing. Since I wasn't aware of her being on any medication, I inquired which medication it was. The nurse replied "Azurette".
I did a little web hunting and found it was birth control and went to her "new" pharmacy and asked to pick up her script. When I did the package said "refill 5 of 12, 7 remaining."
The mystery of why she wasn't getting pregnant was suddenly solved and thus began the rather rapid demise of our marriage and relationship. Once I confronted her she informed me that she had been on birth control since we first started living together and never stopped it. I began to wonder what other deceptions she had pulled off over the course of our marriage and it began the uneasy feeling of mistrust I found so hard to live with. She made no secret that married life was not for her and she wanted out of the marriage and even though she did agree to go to counseling, I never thought I could ever love and trust her as I once did.
I bought out her half of the house and our cars were in our own names and we made the payments from our own earnings. I agreed to split our savings and we simply changed the beneficiaries on our individual IRA's. More than anything she wanted out. She left me cash poor, but in good shape to re-start my life. Luckily we both had good jobs so there was no wanting to be "taken care of" with an inability to "live as we were accustomed" in our married years.
After the settlement and her moving out and taking her things and mutual sharing of personal property we actually dated a few times and each time I ended up back at her new condo for sex. I was beginning to wonder if she wanted to rebuild our relationship but while lying in bed after our last encounter she admitted to "several indiscretions" during the last year of our marriage, but they were just to be "sure" she wanted out. As if that wasn't enough to slap me in the face with she told me she had slept with 20 or more guys since we split and I was her third that week. I wanted to explode and go crazy on her, but I quietly left and never called her again. I found out a year or more later she wasn't around any longer. Good riddance.
I remained a bachelor ever since and that life must have been good for me since at 39 I could easily pass for 25 and only I know that I touch up the gray. I work out a lot and have had several girlfriends over the years. A few have moved in and stayed for a time, but once they learned that I WAS NOT getting married again, they were gone. My job kept me in contact with many "jeunes femmes sexy". I was the head electrician at the local State University and while the younger 1st and 2nd year students were lovely to look at, I usually only seriously flirted or dated grad students or doctoral candidates, as well as young faculty. Since I had no educational contact with any of the students, I was "allowed" to date within the student population, but was told to be discreet and keep myself away from University sponsored events. So, no concerts or sporting events where I might flaunt a relationship.
I had a crew of only 2, but had a large pool of handyman drones to draw from for any job I needed help with. Besides generator problems, HVAC failures, and my days usually were a list of small jobs, blown fuses, rewiring jobs, inspecting dedicated lines for mainframes, etc. Usually by Thursday I was a little behind on my small job list and I could delegate the simple stuff.
I had been approached by a couple of the married women in the neighborhood for what I assume was sex, but I already knew the pain and heartache those liaisons can cause. My one neighbor, Nick, had already accused me of "scouting" his wife. In the ensuing days while I was jogging I overheard him shouting at her not to look out because "the guy you want to open your legs for" was passing by.
I finished my run and showered and went to his door to confront him.
"Nick, you all but accused me of pursuing your wife and I heard the comment you shouted at your wife as I went by this morning. I must assure you that I have no intention of seeing ANY married woman and that beyond friendly "hello's" I didn't really know his wife besides from neighborhood functions.
He proceeded to tell me that he knew she would go to the local college/young adult hang-out, a watering hole called "A Place For You and Polly" (the two colleges in the area were U, University, and Poly, the polytechnic school) and when he went to pick her and her co-workers up after "ladies night" drinking, I was always there. With hands on his hips he waited for me to defend myself.
"Nick, I must tell you that I go to "You and Polly" at least 5 days a week, seen your wife there but once and I said a friendly hello, that's all. If you continue to accuse your wife with your paranoia, you may end up losing her over it. I know what broken trust in a relationship can do, and it's near impossible to fix."
Nick was embarrassed and apparently believed me as the subject was never brought up again. If I had any temptation to bed a local wife, that situation alone reminded me of the pain such things can cause. It would never happen.
My direct next door neighbors were Doug and Wendy Watson who moved in around the time Carole and I did. They had one daughter, Erika, whom I had seen grow from a geeky kid into a good looking, attractive young woman. From the time she was 18 or so I was embarrassed to see her in their above ground pool, or sunning herself, because she was such a knock-out. She always called me Uncle Charlie, but I had to admit that it took lots of willpower not to ogle here.
Doug, Wendy, and Erika usually took off once the school year was over for 2 weeks in France, where Wendy's parents lived. However in 2013 it was not the case. Erika had just graduated from a local 2 year college and she, along with a girlfriend, went to Florida for a late Spring Break and would stay with her friends Grandparents, in Dunedin. Doug and Wendy were not happy with her decision, but since Erika was a week or so shy of her 20th Birthday, there was little they could reasonably do. So Doug and Wendy were off to France alone while I did my usual chore of watching the house, feeding their cat, and making the house look generally "lived in". They had asked me if I could pick up Erika at the airport when her flight came in on Wednesday, and they would be home on Friday.
Her flight was due at 4:05 so to leave work a few minutes early was no problem. When she and her girlfriend came up the ramp in bright, slight outfits that accented their deep tans my smile would not be wiped off for hours.
Erika ran up and hugged me and introduced me to her equally hot friend as her "Uncle Charley". Her friend Mellissa (she emphasized "2 L's, like in hell, and 2 S's, like in ass") instantly started to flirt with me once Erika told her I wasn't a "real" Uncle, but I was closer than she was to any of her real relatives. On the way home I asked how they enjoyed Florida whereupon Mellissa began giggling, like there was a joke I didn't get. I asked how her grandparents accommodations were, their closeness to the beach, and again another round of giggling and Erika staring her down. I knew something was up and I decided it was none of my business so I kept quiet the rest of the way home.
I showed them into the house reminding Erika how to reset the A/C for everyday living and showed her the schedule I had the cat on. I made sure she was aware that we had a problem with coyotes in the brief wooded area by our homes, so the cat should be kept in. EnCon was trying to capture and relocate them since they were terrorizing local dogs and cats. There was thought to be a mother and her pack of coyote pups. When they made a kill, the frenzy that followed was loud and hard to listen to.
There was a threat of thunder and lightning storms in the area so I wanted to get back home and cover my patio furniture and protect my house. I left the two girls on their own and went home to prepare for the possible storm. I made sure there was nothing loose that could blow or become a projectile before I poured a scotch, rolled a joint, and sat by the picture window to watch the storm brew.
My relaxation was quickly disturbed by a loud scream and a ruckus from next door. I ran to the window to see 3 coyote pups in pursuit of The Watsons cat with a frantic Erika screaming from behind the fence.
I opened the slider to go out and try to help and Erika saw me.
"I opened the door to get her leash rope and she darted!" She screamed at me. (With the coyote problem we had been tying the cat to be sure it didn't stray)
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