Like a Good Neighbor
Copyright© 2026 by Rhiannon57
Chapter 16
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 16 - After losing his entire family in a devastating accident, a young man with money, strength, and no direction starts over in a new neighborhood. When he discovers the woman next door is trapped in an abusive marriage, he steps in to protect her and her daughter. What follows is a hard-won story of rescue, healing, chosen family, and building a future from ruin.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual
The school year had started, and since Jennifer was driving herself back and forth, I was able to get my normal early morning workouts in. Kate would either join me in the morning or evening, depending on her shift. She has decided to go into private practice with two other doctors close to the hospital. She would work from eight in the morning till about five in the afternoon, with end weeks off. I did like the fact that Kate was going to keep normal hours, but I hoped she would not regret her decision to leave the emergency room.
Jennifer was pitching with her coach three days a week and working out at the gym the other three, with Sunday being rest day. Jennifer was consistently throwing a sixty-six to six eight mile an hour fast ball which assured her of being a D1 ***********ion. Becky felt by the end of the season Jennifer could be throwing a seventy-mile-per-hour ball. But since it was only October, they could not start with practice until mid-February.
Jennifer’s grandfather on her dad’s side was really doing everything he could to spend time with Jennifer. But Jennifer wanted nothing to do with him. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was her grandfather or something more had happened that she wasn’t talking about. Jennifer showed me a few of the messages, and they seemed to be getting angrier as time went on. Finally, Jennifer came to me and said that she would consider meeting him if I came along with her.
I explained to her that I’m sure Bill Phillips would not appreciate me being there due to it being a family matter. Jennifer quickly replied that Kate and I were her family now as far as she was concerned. I agreed to go with her provided that she tells Bill Phillips I would be there.
I saw the text he sent in return that Jennifer told him I was coming, which he did not take well. But after she told him that was the only way she would meet him, he reluctantly agreed. He sent up the meeting on a Friday night at a restaurant in the middle of town.
That Friday night, we left the house around six o’clock to head to the restaurant her grandfather had chosen. Jennifer wanted to drive so she could show her grandfather her new car. We arrived at about six forty-five that evening and went inside. Bill Phillips had not arrived yet, but they did show us to the table they had reserved for him.
Several minutes later, he arrived alone and made his way to our table. He shook my hand briefly and sat down, calling the waitress over. He ordered a drink, and Jennifer and I both ordered iced tea. He wasted no time in getting to the point with Jennifer.
“Your grandmother and I don’t understand why you are reluctant to spend any time with us. What did we ever do to you to make you treat us like this?” he asked.
“Maybe you should start slow and ask how Jennifer has been doing and work your way up to the current situation.” I said softly.
“Look, son, if I want your opinion on anything in this conversation, I will ask you for it.” he barked at me.
“Grandpa, you talk to Jace like that again, and I will never talk to you again.” Jennifer said calmly.
“This man is irrelevant in this matter.” he said, raising his voice.
“This man? ... Let me tell you a little about this man. This man pulled your son off my mom when he fractured her jaw. This man loved my mother and me more than my own father ever did. This man paid for my softball equipment, my private coaches, and my training. This man pays for my tuition at Sacred Heart right now, and this man just bought me a vehicle.” Jennifer replied.
“Fair enough...” he responded.
“Grandpa, how many times did my mother come to you and ask you for help? You knew my father was abusing both of us, but you did nothing. Grandmother knew, and she did nothing. Maybe if you had stepped in and gotten my father help, my mother would still be alive.” Jennifer stated.
“I was aware of maybe one or two incidents that...” he started.
“Grandpa, please don’t lie. My mother called you many times, and I know you saw the bruises on her as well. Whoever was close to him when he got drunk paid the price. He used to whip me too if he couldn’t get to my mother. Don’t say you didn’t know. Be honest and say you didn’t want the embarrassment it would bring you.” she demanded.
“I see you’re well coached.” he laughed.
“Coached ... I don’t have to be coached, Grandpa. I lived it. In fact, Jace has no idea of all the beatings my mom and I took. If he really knew, my dad might not have lived long enough to kill my mother. I’m a woman now, and I do not need anyone to tell me how I feel. Jace and Kate love me with no conditions attached. As far as I’m concerned, they are my parents now, and I love them.” she admitted.
“Have you been to see your dad since he went to prison?” Bill asked.
“Grandpa, I never want to see him again in my life.” she replied, looking down at the table.
“Well, I guess this conversation is useless then. I’m sorry for dragging you out here for nothing.” he responded.
“Grandpa, I will play in over forty games this year. I will send you a schedule as soon as I get one. You’re welcome to attend any time you want to. Between school, training, and softball games, I barely have time to breathe. But if you want to get together and I can, it’s not a problem. But I want you to know two things. First, as far as I am concerned, my dad does not exist, and I will never see him or talk to him again. Second, I don’t mind spending time with you as long as you realize that fact.” she demanded.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I guess I have to accept it.” he replied.
“No, you don’t have to accept it. But if you want to see me, you do. It’s your choice.” she answered.
“So be it, but just so you know, your father wants to speak with you.” he sighed.
“He will be waiting a very long time then.” she answered.
We left about ninety minutes later with Jennifer promising to send her softball schedule to him. Bill Phillips was parked relatively close to us, and he noticed Jennifer walking to the driver’s side of her GLE 450. She hit the alarm, and the car opened.
“Tim, you’re letting her drive your vehicle?” he laughed.
“No, sir, this is her vehicle.” I replied.
“Oh...” was the only comment.
As we drove home, I could not help but feel proud of Jennifer. She had faced a lot of adversaries in her life and had handled it well. She had no parents to speak of but was still an honor scholar and one of the top softball recruits in the state. She had never been in trouble at school as far as I knew and had never given me any problems at all.
The school year started, and since Jennifer would be attending college next year, I hired a tutor specifically to get her college-ready. She was taking all honor classes, but the extra help would come in handy. We were told that the life of a college athlete was brutal, so I wanted her to be ready.
Kate had started her new job, and she claimed it was definitely a learning curve for her. There was no longer the rush of adrenaline and hectic pace that was the emergency room. Instead, she had patients scheduled every fifteen minutes with a full hour for lunch. When patients would cancel, she would call me to just see how my day was going.
Kate had become my everything, and I couldn’t wait to ask her to marry me. I had it planned for Christmas Eve, but I was having a very hard time waiting. I was on my way to talk to Becky Lane, Jennifer’s pitching coach, when Kate called me.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m on the way to see Becky. She wants to talk to me.” I answered.
“Oh, okay ... I can wait.” she replied.
“What do you need, baby?” I asked.
“I need to get fucked.” she giggled.
“Well, I can handle that when I get home.” I replied.
“I know you will ... see you later, lover.” she replied.
I pulled up at the complex where Becky Lane trained at least two dozen pitchers of various ages. I got out and walked into the small makeshift office she used.
“Hey, Jace, how are you?” Becky asked.
“I’m doing well, and you?” I answered.
“Great but hectic ... I have a waiting list of people that want me to work with them, but I’m limited with the space I have. But anyway, the reason I called you to come here is that I am already getting calls about Jen. Soon, her phone will start ringing off the hook offering her to make an official visit. I have already spoken to Oklahoma, Texas, UCLA, Alabama, and Florida. She is ranked in the top ten pitchers in the country, but I want her to make a good decision.” Becky started.
“Some schools will promise anything to get you to sign, it happened to me. But once you get there, sometimes things change. Jennifer must be aware of who is already on the pitching staff and where she falls in that rotation. Take Oklahoma for instance, they have three juniors and four sophomores that are really good. She might be a junior before she breaks into that rotation. Now, there is one of the best programs in the country, but will she be happy sitting for two straight years?” she finished.
“I just want Jennifer to be happy. I trust you to advise her and make sure she does the right thing. But ultimately, it’s up to her.” I replied.
“I agree with you, but I think that by the end of the year, she is going to be throwing right at seventy. In addition, Jen’s break and spin make her drop ball tough to hit. She is already pitching at D1 level, so she can start virtually at any college who needs pitching help. But if Jennifer wants to, there may be an opportunity for her to play pro ball. She plays the field well, hits well, and pitching is her strength. I may be wrong, but she may have a shot at Team USA. There are fifteen players and three replacement players. I’m getting way ahead of myself here, but she may be that good. Jennifer’s senior season will tell the tale.” She finished.
“Becky, you have done a great job with Jen... I really appreciate it. You mentioned that you’re limited here in this building.” I replied.
“Yes, but with the number of students I have, it’s hard to even think about moving somewhere else with the downtime. Plus, I am paying way too much rent here.” she sighed.
“I have an idea, Becky. I have a room on the very back of the gym that is vacant. It’s two hundred feet in width and about 80 feet deep. It’s almost empty with just a few old furnishings in it. Why don’t you meet me at the gym and look at it? Then we can discuss it if you think it will work.” I offered.
“That would be great, Jace. I will call you and let you know.” she promised.
Several weeks later, I met Becky at the gym early one afternoon. She was intrigued by the huge space and decided to call a contractor who specialized in building baseball and softball training facilities. He laid out a plan that would have three pitching stations where the mound distance was changeable and four indoor batting cages with pitching machines. Becky had a partner who gave batting lessons, so the two of them decided to team up. We had a meeting with the contractor, and he laid out the price. Instead of both girls mortgaging themselves to death, I agreed to pay for the renovations, and they could simply pay an affordable rent. By attracting the softball world, it could only help boost my clientele in the workout area.
The contractor gutted what was left of the room and painted the walls and ceiling a brilliant white. He built a small office for the two girls and three women’s restrooms and one changing room. Each restroom had its shower and wash basin. Then the entire floor was covered with artificial turf, batter’s boxes with home plates to pitch at. Finally, they hung all high-intensity LED lighting and a scoreboard at one end to register pitch count.
The entire cost of the renovation was one hundred and sixty-eight thousand, which I paid up front. Becky Lane and her friend Amanda Peat agreed to pay a floating rent depending on how well they did that month. Within a few weeks, word got out about the facility. Becky and Amanda were working six days a week and had a waiting list. In exchange for the cheap rent, both Becky and Amanda worked with Jennifer free of charge.
Kate, to my surprise, was enjoying her new job and less hectic schedule. We were spending a lot of time together and with her parents as well. Of course, they both knew about the proposal, but they didn’t say a word to anyone in the family. I was working the day shift, and Ryleigh and Molly were closing up. During the day, I had hired Brad Durrel to help keep the gym neat and tidy.
We had gotten to the point where we were jammed-packed during peak hours. But I was basically landlocked with no place to go on the right and a small cleaners on my left. I had approached them when I first bought the building, but they did not want to sell at that point. So, if I had any notion of expanding, I would need their building or completely move, which was out of the question.
I would still come in with Kate, and we would lift every morning at five o’clock. Then Kate would shower and go to the medical clinic. I would then train in Muay Thai with the instructor at ten o’clock followed by Krav Maga at one. I would then shower and do paperwork until about four o’clock when I would head home. Christmas was again around the corner, and this year Kate’s entire family was coming to our house for Christmas Eve for dinner.
Kate decided to cater the entire event with a local caterer that she knew in high school. She ordered two turkeys, a ham, and a roast for the main course. Then she ordered mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn on the cob, eggplant casserole, dirty rice, and a large pot of gumbo.
In addition, she had several sandwich trays, meatballs in gravy, chicken wings, and other assorted snacks. It was going to be quite the event. Jennifer had invited Lance Williams, her boyfriend, to join us. They had been spending a lot of time together, but softball was approaching for Jennifer, which would drastically cut into that time.
Kate told me that she would buy gifts for everyone in the family, so I needed to concentrate on just us. Jennifer was going to be tough this year. She had everything softball-related she needed, and I had just bought her a Mercedes Benz. How the fuck do you top that?
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