Chapter 1

Once again, I want to thank my editor, “Wires,” for his assistance with this story. His work made the final product much more readable. As always, however, any errors remaining are mine. I did tweak this one a little after he returned it.

Garrett Mans slouched into the kitchen of his mother’s house late once again for supper. The 19-year-old, well-built young man struggled to stick to a schedule, driving his mother into fits of anger that sometimes threatened to become uncontrollable. Wilma Mans was not an easy woman to live with at any time, and when she was angry, she was impossible to get along with. Years ago, Jerome Mans, Garrett’s paternal grandfather, had completely severed ties with the woman who had once been married to his only son, George. He still managed to keep in touch with his grandson, but did not get to spend the time with him that he wished he could. In fact, Garrett’s tardiness that evening was due to a visit with his grandfather. They had, once again, enjoyed a clandestine outing while tromping through the woods along a stream where they were fishing. Like many fishing and hunting trips, this one included a small amount of actual fishing and a large amount of drinking and storytelling. As often happens, the fishermen lost track of time as they depleted the stock of beer in Jerome’s cooler. Thankfully for Garrett, Jerome believed he was old enough and mature enough to drink in moderation under adult supervision, regardless of what the damn law said. Of course, this did not endear him to Garrett’s mother, but then again, nothing probably ever would.

Garrett’s only father figure was his grandfather because his biological father died after he and Wilma divorced almost 16 years ago. If not for economic necessity, his mother would have kept him as far away from his grandfather as possible. Even allowing Garrett to visit his grandparents galled her, considering their mutual feelings about each other. She permitted the continued contact because she initially needed the free childcare and the occasional cash infusion they provided to her finances. She deeply resented having to go to work after her divorce from her husband. She never admitted that her cheating with one of the lowlifes (well, more than one, but she was only caught the one time, wasn’t she?) from the country club caused the divorce. She blamed Jerome for supporting Garrett’s father during the proceedings and helping him arrange things so she ended up with almost nothing from the divorce. Never mind that she got her standard fifty percent of the marital assets; she felt cheated. How could she know that both the cars and the house belonged to Jerome and his company, rather than George? He always referred to them as “our house” and “our cars.” Hell, she didn’t even receive any alimony because her salary was higher than George’s. She even blamed Jerome for that. After all, he owned the business they both worked in, didn’t he?

Wilma managed to convince the court that she was the better parent and should have custody of the children, so she did receive a small amount of child support. However, Garrett’s support stopped over a year ago when he turned 18. Now, he was just an empty pit into which she was still forced to throw her hard-earned cash. She held the same job for the last 16 years and had received no raises, which, in her mind, was again Jerome’s fault. No, it was all that jerk Jerome’s fault that things went downhill when she got caught cheating. She never let Garrett forget that opinion, either. After all, he was a man as well as a Mans, so it was partly his fault, too.

Before she ever entered high school, the beautiful Wilma was known as a stone-cold, calculating bitch. George was advised against marrying her by all his friends and parents, but he was captivated by her beauty. Of course the fact she gave him the best pussy he ever sampled didn’t hurt her case either. She managed to hide her personality well enough from him that they were married and had Garrett before he found out he had truly married the bitch his friends told him he was marrying. He took her abuse for almost four years before he had enough. Even then, he only filed for divorce after he caught her cheating.

If anything, Wilma became even more demanding and shrewish when her husband George began the divorce proceedings. She felt she deserved a life of luxury and abundance because she was one of the beautiful people. In her mind, anything she wanted was her entitlement. Just because her husband, the family’s breadwinner, felt differently was no reason for her to work longer or do without. After all, he promised to endow her with all his worldly goods when they married. Since he reneged on his promise to support her, she decided the family could step up and provide the living she expected George to offer. Unfortunately for her, Jerome chose not to do that.

Over the years, Wilma often thought she should have realized she would be left out in the cold. After all, that was a family trait. During the Depression, the Mans owned a small bank in town. Garrett’s great-grandfather was killed during a robbery attempt, and his great-great-grandfather simply closed the bank in sorrow. He was supposedly so heartbroken over his son’s death that he locked the bank after the police finished their investigation and never reopened the doors. He arranged for the deposits to be transferred to another small bank in a nearby town, should the customers not make other arrangements. In fact, what he did was sell the bank, excluding the building and its contents. The successor bank only purchased the deposit accounts and liabilities of the former bank. The result was the same: he closed and locked the doors, then walked away from the business, leaving the employees without jobs. In Wilma’s mind, he closed the business and walked away just as George did with their marriage. She knew the family had money, yet they refused to step up and provide for her as they should have. She took her anger out on Garrett and Jerome whenever she had the chance. Even her parents refused to support her, claiming they didn’t have the money to do so. She knew better, but what could she do? At least both sets of grandparents ensured that little Garrett and his younger sister, Beatrice, were taken care of. That allowed her to spend her (what she considered) meager salary on herself and a few household bills.

It had been 15 years now since his father left home, and Garrett hardly remembered him. His mother still believed George was hiding from her, but Garrett knew the truth from his grandfather. George Mans did, indeed, leave home after the divorce, but he did not intentionally desert his family. He died in an accident while moving to another state for work. Because of his grandchildren, his grandfather chose not to completely abandon Wilma, despite her personality. He just continued paying child support per the court order as if it came from his son. Garrett knew that, if not for his grandfather, he probably would not have any memories of his father, or at least no pleasant ones. His mother spent a great deal of time criticizing both his father and grandfather. She trashed his father for daring to divorce her and then disappearing. She trashed his grandfather for forcing her to work to support herself after George was killed. She thought she should receive the money from the insurance policies instead of having it placed into trust for the children. After all, she was their mother and needed the money so they could live well while they grew up.

Garrett was, truthfully, not the young man he could potentially have been. His intelligence was almost off the charts on the high side, but his motivation to succeed was equally impressive, on the other end of the spectrum. In other words, he was delighted to wallow in the muck of mediocrity. Hunting, fishing, and camping were much more important to him than school and work could ever be. Of course, chasing women rated right up there with the other three, as did eating (and drinking when he could find someone to obtain the alcoholic beverages for him). He was attending the local Junior college and making what was once known as “Gentleman C’s”. He would, in time, move on to a nearby four-year institution to pursue a degree. He readily admitted that his college attendance was to keep his mother and grandparents quiet, as well as to avoid having to find a full-time job.

Garrett worked part-time as a cleanup boy and “gofer” for a local building contractor to earn most of his spending money. He enjoyed the work he did for them. It didn’t require any mental effort and only a little physical effort. He liked the job all right, but had no idea if he wanted to make it a career. He even enjoyed being allowed to do some of the simpler work usually done by a carpenter or one of the other building professionals. He was learning a great deal from his job and found the work fascinating, especially the remodeling jobs.

In any event, this evening when Garrett entered the kitchen a screaming bitch more formally known as his mother once again confronted him. Just as he once again allowed the door to slam shut, his mother rushed up to confront him as she yelled, “Garrett, where the hell have you been? You were supposed to be home before I got off work, and it’s obvious you weren’t. None of the jobs I left for you to do have been done. You haven’t even begun preparing supper as I told you to do. And look at you! You’re filthy and, if I’m not mistaken, that is water and river mud on your clothes, not dust and mud from some construction site. You snuck off and went fishing again, didn’t you? And you smell like a brewery. I suppose you managed to find some beer to guzzle while you were screwing off again. What am I going to do with you? Garrett, if you don’t stop this loafing around, no decent woman will ever look seriously at you. No woman worth having is interested in someone who can’t give her the finer things in life. Now get upstairs and clean up.”