A Well-Lived Life 2 - Book 8 - NIKA
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Prologue
Coming of Age Sex Story: Prologue - This is the continuation of the story told in "A Well-Lived Life 2", Book 7. If you haven't read the entire 10 book "A Well-Lived Life" and the first seven books of "A Well-Lived Life 2" you'll have extreme difficulty following the story. This is a dialog driven story. The author is a two-time Clitorids 'Author of the Year' winner (2015,2017) and won 'Best New Author' in the 2015.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Crime Workplace Polygamy/Polyamory First Slow
May 25, 2009, Charlotte, North Carolina
“First time at this track, right, Steve?” Jason asked.
“Yep. And the first race I’ve been to since we went to the inaugural race at Chicagoland back in 2001. My heart wasn’t in it at that point, and really hasn’t been since.”
“That was a tough year all around. I remember Matthew visiting us to go to Rockingham the week after Dale’s wreck. You were what, Matthew, fourteen?”
“Thirteen,” he said. “My birthday is in the summer, if you remember. That visit just sucked. And not because of you, Jason.”
“Oh, I know it,” he said. “We all know why it sucked. Jesse took it pretty hard, too.”
“We all did,” I said. “I was surprised how upset I was despite loathing Earnhardt.”
Jason smiled, “You always liked to repeat his comments about cheering or booing and about second place being the first loser.”
I chuckled, “Yeah, well. I respected his racing ability, I just didn’t like him!”
“Compared to Loy Allen?” Abbie laughed.
“Hey, we all agree there’s a special place in hell for him and Hooter’s.”
“I’m glad you could get leave for this weekend, Matthew,” Jason said.
“It was fairly easy to get because I’m in the squadron office for another four months,” he said. “Then it’s back out to sea. And fortunately I took five days, so the race being postponed from yesterday didn’t make me miss it!”
“Are you enjoying serving on a submarine?”
“Except for being away from Chelsea and my son, yeah.”
“Who’s watching him?” Jason asked.
“The daughter of a Captain my dad is friends with. Did you ever meet Captain Aimee Shaughnessy?”
“She visited your dad when I was in Chicago,” Jason said. “But that was a long time ago. I think you were six or seven.”
“Mom?” Krissy called out, interrupting.
“Yes, Sweetie?” Abbie answered.
“Can I get a coke?”
“Sure. Someone should go with you and bring back cokes and food for everyone.”
I smiled and shook my head because Abbie was using ‘coke’ in a generic way, and we’d come back with a variety of soft drinks.