As a note to everyone who took the time to comment on my first story... “Becky’s Really Hot Day” ... IT WAS A SPOOF! Please see my bio for more details. My problem now is that I am working eight storylines at once and not getting any finished. For some reason this one grabbed my interest this morning and finished itself ... NO SEX I need to offer thanks to sbrooks103x who graciously agreed to edit this offering. He went beyond my wildest expectations and has my utmost respect. If there are errors still in the text or you do not like all or part of the story, they are MINE not his. <-- see, SB, no ellipses, just a comma and no exclamation points. Who says you cannot teach an old squid new tricks.
I am sitting here in the ER waiting room of Raccoon City Memorial Hospital three days after New Year’s. I’m Daniel by the way. Mercy Helicopter transported my wife Tammy and my daughter Janey, age 10, to the hospital a few hours ago. Tammy and Janey had been driving back from visiting the Grandparents in our old hometown when Tammy hit a patch of ice on the road, spun out and went off the road into a farm pond. It took more than a few hours before I realized something was wrong. They were late and neither Tammy nor Janey had called nor texted to let me know. First, I tried calling Tammy’s cell; it went into voice mail immediately. Hmmmm. Next, I tried Janey’s cell; the same thing happened. This was not good. Then I called my Mom, but she said that Tammy and Janey had left about six hours earlier. That was bad because it only took about four hours to drive from their house to ours. I called Tammy’s Mom and found out that they had visited the day before and as far as she knew Tammy and Janey were going to spend the night at MY Mom’s and leave for home from there. With a sick feeling in my stomach, I contacted the police but they said there were no reported accidents. I relayed what information I had to them and they said they would send a notice out to let the various jurisdictions know to be on the lookout.
That was all well and good, but I couldn’t sit by and just wait. I bundled up our youngest, Jonathan Edward Stangski, age two and took him across the street to Mrs. Wilson. She is a widow who babysits for us. Mrs. Wilson was of course upset with my news and promised to watch Jonny for as long as need be. With that settled, I got in my car and began driving to my folks’ house.
It was dark by then and it had started to snow again. The roads were crappy but I inched along, squinting through the windshield, hoping to see something ... anything. The plows had covered up where Tammy had gone off the road and it was only a fluke that my headlights had passed over the farmer’s pond and that I saw the ice was all broken up. I pulled over, grabbed a flashlight and slogged my way through the snow to the edge of the pond ... well actually more like a small lake, I guess. It really looked like something had broken through the ice. I began calling my wife and daughter’s names. I just knew they had gone into the water. I kept flashing my light out over the water, time and time again. Finally, I saw a reflection of blue from out in the middle ... my wife’s car was blue! I hit 911 on my cell and told the dispatcher that I thought I had found my wife’s car and where.
All hell broke loose; Police, Volunteer Firemen; all coming in with lights and sirens.
Divers went into the frigid water while the firemen began searching the shoreline. The divers came up and said the car was empty. That was both good news and bad news; they weren’t trapped in the car, so they were hopefully thrown clear before it went in the water; or they might be at the bottom of the pond.
“Over here!” a voice called out of the night, “They’re over here!”
There on the ground, wet and unconscious, were my wife and daughter. They were lying on a survival blanket (you know ... one of those silver metallized things), wrapped in heavy wool blankets. They were dripping wet and shivering, unconscious but alive. I was not sure how my wife got herself and my daughter out of the car, retrieved the emergency pack out of the trunk and got them to shore, but she did!
The Firemen called for a Mercy Helicopter to take Tammy and Janey into Raccoon City rather than use their ambulance to take them into the small local clinic.
So, there you are ... or should I say, there I am ... nothing to do but worry and sit with my memories.
Five Years Earlier
My wife Tammy, my daughter Janey, age 5, and I had just moved to Raccoon City when my job was transferred here. We found a perfect place in one of the older neighborhoods; large trees in the yards, larger than modern lots, multistory houses ... you know what I mean.
I was looking forward to this move for a lot of reasons; yeah, the money and responsibility were better, but the real reason was that we were away from our home town. You see, Tammy and I had both grown up in the same hick town in Ohio. From Middle School on, we had seen each other every day at school. By High School, little Tamara Goodside had grown into “Tammy,” a real American beauty. She was 5-8, blonde hair, blue eyes, a 140-pound athletic body with a 34B-24-36 figure. Not runway model quality, but my god she controlled my heart. Up until the end of Junior year, everyone expected Tammy to marry James “Jimmy” Oglethorpe. Jimmy was the “Big Man” in the school; quarterback on the football team, clean-up batter on the baseball team; and ... wait for it ... waaaaait ... all around PRICK. Well at least to anyone he wasn’t trying to get a piece of ass from. How he and Tammy ever got together, I don’t know. I do know that Tammy would never see anything bad about Jimmy. She would defend him even when he was caught red handed. He could go out on a date with her after having just fucked one of her friends earlier in the day and she would gush and goo over him. Then something happened over Junior/Senior summer and at the start of the school year, Tammy was “single” and Jimmy was gone. We heard rumors that he had gone into the service but no one was sure and Tammy wasn’t talking.
Around the start of the holidays that year, I finally got up the nerve to ask Tammy if she would go to the Christmas dance with me. You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said yes! We went to the dance and had a great time; well I did at least. At the start of the spring semester, there were rumors again about Jimmy; that he had come home on leave between Christmas and New Year’s but no one would claim having actually seen him. Tammy was grumpy for a few weeks but was soon back to normal and we dated exclusively through the rest of the year.
After graduation, I entered the electrical apprenticeship program at the local auto parts factory and Tammy went to the community college for nursing. After two years, I had done well enough to get my Journeyman’s card. My Boss was impressed enough to convince the Plant Manager to set me up in the Company’s College Reimbursement Plan; they agreed to pay for me to go to college for a full up electrical engineering degree if I would continue to work for them for five years after graduation. Tammy had gotten her LPN license and was working full time at a doctor’s office in town.
We had continued dating throughout this time. One night I took Tammy out to dinner and afterwards got down on my knee, pulled an engagement ring from my pocket and asked her to marry me. Tammy went quiet ... froze in place ... she looked right in my eyes for the longest time ... I was starting to think I had fucked up and she was going to say no when she said “OK.” I put the ring on her finger. I was so happy, I didn’t even notice that she never really said “YES.”
The wedding was great. As was the honeymoon! Tammy and I were not virgins when we got together and we had been sexually active during our dating and engagement time so the honeymoon was not so much about discovering sex as about cementing our relationship together as man and wife. The ONLY rain on our (OK ... MY) parade was that Tammy got real nervous and moody about a week before the wedding and was jumpy as a cat in a rocking chair factory during the honeymoon and for a few weeks after.
When we got back, we moved into my apartment. Things were great. Tammy and I were banking some money, looking forward to buying our first house and making plans for the future.
One thing that was sort of crappy was Jimmy came back to town. He HAD gone into the Army but got out after his first enlistment was up. He got a job in the warehouse for the plant I worked at. We never saw each other, but I began to hear the stories about Jimmy’s conquests. It seems that he was still the same old piece of shit.
I only had one more year to get my EE degree. My classes that semester were on Tuesday and Thursday nights. I would get off work a half hour early and get to my 5:00 class. It let out at 11:00 and I would be home by 11:30.
About that time, Tammy mentioned she wanted to start getting together with some of her classmates from nursing school. She said they got together Thursday after work for a dinner out; no bars, no dancing, just eating and gossiping. I readily agreed to the idea and quickly forgot about it.
.... There is more of this story ...