A Guest Submission
Meeting a Bitch
Part IV
"Be Careful What You Wish For . . ."
By Ric
ricalv32@hotmail.com
READERS:
*The events depicted are all true. The names
have been changed and locations are not detailed in order to protect the
people involved.
ALSO: The scene is finally set. This
will be the last boring story in the series. But make sure and read it
all the way through. .... Ric
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To refresh you on the last bit of Part Three..... here's how it
left you...
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"Oh, baby, I know we're going to be so happy," Abigail cooed in my ear as she rubbed my chest. "We can start making plans after you meet with Daddy."
"What do you mean AFTER, why can't we start making plans before I meet your Dad?" I asked curiously.
"Well, only after Daddy gets to know you can you ask his permission to marry me," She explained. "Don't worry, baby. It's not really like an interview. Well, it kind of is, but you'll do fine."
I was shocked. I'm kind of old-fashioned in some ways, but I didn't belive in having to ask someone's permission to marry another person. I've always believed the decision should concern only the two people involved. I was even less thrilled when I learned the "interview process" would take a whole week. But Abigail said it was a tradition in her family so I relented.
One of her sisters was getting married and we were going to fly to Southern California to attend the wedding and, with her father's permission, to anounce our engagement.
This was one trip I wouldn't soon forget.
END OF PART III
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Ric's Story
Part IV
"A Stunning Revelation"
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When we landed in Los Angeles, Abigail's father had a car waiting for us that took us to his house which was tucked away in Southern California. We turned off the highway and drove about a half mile down a private drive. I flipped out when we drove through the gates of the Van Doren property. We were nearing something that looked part Victorian hotel and part castle.
The driver dropped us off at the front door and Abigail was given a cheerful welcome by the gardeners and the house servant that met us at the door.
"Senorita Obeegail!" the servant exclaimed, giving her a big hug. "Eets so goot to see joo. Efrybodee ees waiteen fo joo."
"Hello, Rosa!" Abigail replied, cheerfully
After introducing me, Rosa led us to the living room or receiving room or whatever the hell rich people call that place.
When we entered the room, her family was lined up in what looked like a receiving line waiting for us. Abigail gave and received hugs to everybody and then she ran to a rather short (about 5'7 or so), business-like blonde haired man.
"Daddy! Daddy!" She exclaimed.
"Princess! Oh, my little princess, it's so good to see you!" Her father said, giving her a big bear hug.
Oh, great, I thought, I picked a Daddy's girl. This isn't going to be any fun.
"Daddy, I'd like to present Richard," She said, looking at me with a beaming smile.
"Richard, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Said Mr. Van Doren not smiling while shaking my hand. He was looking me up and down as if to check for a weakness in my defense.
"The pleasure is all mine Mr. Van Doren. Uh, well, my name is really Ricardo," I knew I should not have corrected him after he shot me a glance that could have killed. "But. . .uh. . .well. . . Richard will do just fine."
Mr. Van Doren presented me to the rest of his family. There was blonde hair, blue eyes and huge, white shiny, smiles as far as my eyes could see. There were eight people in all and their names all started with the letter "A." Mr. Van Doren's name was Alan and Abigail's mother was Adelila. The three sons, dressed in suits and ties, were named Alouitious, Adam and Allistaire. The daughters were all beauties: Alexandria, Antoinetta and Adrianna all wore elegant dresses. The family varied in size. The tallest was Allistaire at about 5'9 and, as short as Abigail was at 4'11, 5-foot or 5'1 (who the hell knows, she always lied about her height), Adrianna was at least an inch shorter than her. Mrs. Van Doren was a pretty woman. I could see all the Van Doren women took after her. She was a short, small breasted woman with a pretty big butt for someone her size. It was definitely a good looking family. But, no matter how pretty the Van Doren women were, my Abigail was definitely the most gorgeous of them all.
Although I consider myself more light-skinned than most other Mexicans, I was a hell of a lot darker than anyone else in the room and at 6-foot tall, I felt like a giant. Boy, I sure stuck out like a sore thumb.
Everyone was especially nice to me except her father. I could feel him sizing me up as if we were going to brawl. I felt very uncomfortable around him and was already regretting making the trip.
"Where's Anastasia?" Mrs. Van Doren asked. "Why must she always be late?"
"Uh. . .Mom, Dad is dinner ready? I'm starving," said Abigail, looking a little nervous.
"Wait, dear. We're waiting for your sister," Her mother answered. She then looked at Rosa. "Rosa, find that child and bring her down here please. Tell her we have company."
"Oh, mother, you know she ALWAYS has to make a grand entrance," Alexandria said.
I looked at Abigail and she seemed to be stirring nervously. I put my arm around her and felt her relax as I pulled her toward me. The relaxation lasted only a few seconds. I felt Abigail's body tense up and a cold look came to her eyes as she looked toward the ceiling. I looked up to see a slender, blonde descending the wide staircase. She looked much like her sisters except in build. She was about 5'5 and unlike the other females in her family, she had slender hips resting on top of a pair of long, slender, but shapely legs. She had the same pretty blue eyes and the full, pink lips that Abigail had. Her movements were graceful as she seemingly glided down the stairs and in my direction.
"Young lady, what have you been doing?" Her father asked. "We've been waiting for you."
"Oh, Daddy, I just wanted to make sure I looked presentable for our distinguished guest," Anastasia answered.
I couldn't help but stare at Anastasia. I wasn't really mesmerized by her beauty, it was the seductive look in her eye that captured my attention as she walked right up to me. And I had the feeling I had seen her somewhere before.
"You MUST be Ricardo. I've heard SO much about you," She said.
I was going to reach out and shake her hand like I had done with everyone when she reached up, put her arms around my neck and gave me a big hug. She had much bigger tits than the rest of the women. They felt hard as she crushed them against me.
"Oh, dear, dear, sister," She said to Abigail, but looking deep into my eyes. "Where ever did you find SUCH a handsome man?"
With those words, Anastasia pressed her lips to my cheek and kept them there long enough to make me feel extremely uncomfortable as she kissed me. I could feel my face grow warm with embarrassment at the extra long kiss.
"Back off, Anastasia," Abigail whispered to her. She had the same look in her eye she usually has before she explodes.
"Oh, my little sister is back!" Anastasia shrieked. She then bent down and gave Abigail a hug and a kiss. "How are you, baby sister?!"
"Fine!" Abigail snapped as she cringed from Anastasia's hug.
It didn't take a genius to deduce that there were ill vibes between the two.
One of the servants announced that dinner was ready and everyone headed to the dining area. As I walked to Abigail she pulled my handkerchief out of my breast pocket and began wiping angrily at my cheek.
"What're you doing, baby?" I asked.
"You've got that THING'S lipstick on you," She said. "Baby, I don't want you going near her. Stay away from her!
Babe, don't you start this jealous shit again," I whispered angrily. "She's your sister. Why should you be jealous?"
"Just look at her!" Abigail snapped. "She's. . .she's. . .
"She's what? I'll tell you what," I said hugging Abigail and looking into her eyes. "She's nowhere near as good looking as my gorgeous woman."
"Ooooohhhh, baby!" Abigail said with her girlish giggle. "I love you sooooo much!"
"I love you too, baby," I said kissing her deeply on the lips. "Now c'mon, I'm hungry"
We joined the rest in the dining room and I sat between Abigail and Anastasia. The family just about interrogated me throughout dinner and dessert while Abigail and Anastasia took little pot shots at each other. I thought they were being childish, but I must admit, some of it was pretty funny, especially this exchange:
"Oh, no dessert for me thanks," Abigail said. "I need to be able to fit into my dress."
"Yes," Anastasia agreed. "You WERE blessed with an extra helping of hips."
"Oh, yeah?" Abigail snapped back. "Well, you might have to let out the top of your dress a little if you plan any more trips to the plastic surgeon's office to work on your fake boobs."
"Excuse me, but they ARE real," Anastasia said.
Yeah, they're real all right," Abigail responded with a laugh. "REAL expensive!"
"That will be enough out of you two!" Her mother snapped.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing.
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I spent the next four days getting acquainted with my prospective father-in-law. Mr. Van Doren was a self-made, multi-millionaire. We drank together, smoked expensive cigars and he even took me on a tour of his vast property. There were times when his sons were also present. I guess they were there to chip in their two cents about me.
Abigail and I didn't get to spend much time alone. Whenever I wasn't around the Van Doren men I spent that time trying to avoid Anastasia. She came on strongly to me every chance she got when nobody was around and a little less strongly when others WERE around.
Abigail was pretty busy herself going through her own "marital advice workshop" from her mother, her only married sister Antoinetta, and Alexandria, her soon-to-be-married sister.
During this "trial" period, the prospective bride would sleep in the room next to the parents' bedroom and the prospective groom would occupy the room across the hall. It was a tradition that the women went through, including Alouitious' and Adams' wives. Being so close to the parents' bedroom guaranteed no sex for Abigail and I. That was the worst part. Abigail wasn't even allowed off the premises during this time without being chaperoned by her mother. Damn these traditions, I thought. I WAS DYING FOR SEX!!! IT HAD BEEN TOO LONG! After I earned my English degree, I began working as a technical writer. I was writing and editing employee manuals and company documents among other things. I was sent to an out of state branch of our company for a week-long orientation and I came back hornier than a dog in heat. Abigail and I began fooling around in the airport parking lot when she told me her period had started the night before. Her period didn't end until our first night at her parents' house. So we were going on almost THREE weeks without sex! For me, that was some kind of record.
The sixth day we were there, Allistaire invited me out for a night on the town. I have nothing against rich people and I got along well with her whole family, but Allistaire was my kind of guy. I knew the second I met him we would get along. When I was introduced to everyone I was greeted with "Pleasure to meet you" or "Pleased to meet your acquaintance." When I shook Al's hand he said: "Hey. . .what's up? How's it goin'?" His long, shoulder-length hair was mussed and his tie was loosened. I guess every family has one of THEM and Al was definitely the one.
Al had invited me out and as we headed out the door, Abigail came down the stairs.
"Babe, are you going somewhere? Abigail asked.
"Yeah, Babe. Al's taking me out," I answered.
"WHAT?! OH, NO HE'S NOT!" She yelled. 'YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE WITH HIM!"
"Aw, sis, leave him alone," Al said. "He's a big boy."
Abigail ran over to me and I whispered to her.
"Baby, I'm not really in the mood to go out, but I'm not going to offend your brother," I said. "I'm trying to make a good impression on your family."
"But, babe, he's really wild," Abigail whined. "I don't want - "
"I don't want you making a fuss, so just shush," I interrupted her.
"Let's go, Ric, we're outta here," Al said.
"YOU BETTER NOT TAKE HIM TO ANY OF THOSE WILD PARTIES WITH THOSE LOOSE WOMEN!" Abigail wailed. "I'M WARNING YOU, ALLISTAIRE! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"
Abigail was still threatening Al as we shut the door and took off a little past 7 O' clock.
We went to a couple of night clubs and a couple of parties where there was no shortage of horny women. While en route to our final party, my curiosity had gotten the best of me and I decided to ask him about the relationship between Abigail and Anastasia.
"Hey, Al, what's the deal with Anastasia and Abigail?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" He replied.
"Well there's obviously tension between them," I explained. "And well, uh. . .uh. . .Anastasia'a kind of all over me. She makes me feel uncomfortable."
"Don't flatter yourself," Al laughed. "I mean, no offense, but she's only playing up to you to get Abby's goat."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Well, Abby and Annie fight like cats and dogs and. . ." Al began.
He went on to explain how the two were the best of friends until high school when Abigail became better at gymnastics than Anastasia. She became envious of Abigail's talent so Anastasia, who is two years older, promptly stole her boyfriend only to dump him a week later. And they had been at each other ever since.
"So, when Annie started to get taller, she became a model instead. Everyone's always saying how beautiful she is and that really gets to Abby," Al explained. "She's been on a couple of magazine covers."
"THAT'S where I've seen her before!" I exclaimed. "We were at the store one time and I mentioned to Abby that the girl on a magazine cover looked like HER. Boy, she just got pissed and didn't say anything!"
"Yeah, that would piss her off all right. All the Van Doren women can be a little feisty," Al said. "But you, my friend, you got the worst of the bunch. Abby's got a REALLY rotten temper. She takes after Dad."
"Yeah, I've noticed," I mumbled.
Later that night we were hanging out at the last party when Al slipped away two a bedroom with two girls. Al was 22 and reminded me a lot of myself when I was his age.
When we were through for the night, Al pulled up at the house and phoned one of the servants to let me in.
"Hey, aren't you coming in?" I asked.
"Are you kidding, rich people get on my nerves," He said with a laugh. "Besides, I'm willing to bet my life that Abby's on the other side of that door ready to give us hell and I'm not going to suffer her wrath."
Al drove off and the door was already cracked open when I got to the house. I didn't see anyone as I peeked in and I quietly closed the door behind me.
""WHOA!" I exclaimed as I turned around and was startled by someone's presence.
"Sssssssssshhhhhhh! You're going to wake up the whole house!" Abigail whispered angrily. "Where have you been?! It's 3 O' Clock in the morning!"
I had only a slight buzz from the alcohol, but I still strained to focus my eyes in the poor lighting. There was Abigail, standing with her arms folded tightly across her chest and a frown on her face. The icy stare from her blue eyes could have dropped me in my tracks. She was wearing a silk bandana that tied her long blonde hair on the top of her head. The ends of the bandana flopped down like a bunny's ears. She wore a long silk robe and big fuzzy slippers as she tapped her foot impatiently. There was a dab of green cold cream on her forehead and another one on the side of her nose. Even though I knew she was furious, I thought she looked absolutely adorable.
I sat down and Abigail began pacing back and forth and shaking her finger at me as she read me the riot act.
I just sat there with a lewd smile on my face. After almost three weeks without a piece of ass I was ready to jump her right there and then. I was so horny I was dying.
"Come here!" She snapped.
I walked over to her. She reached up, put her arms around my neck and pulled me toward her. She began rubbing her lips on my neck and I thought we were finally going to have sex. Instead of kissing me, I could hear her sniffing. She broke our embrace, pulled my shirt out of my pants and up to my chest. She was smelling my chest.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm checking to see if you were with another woman," She said. "A woman can smell another woman on her man."
"God, you're nuts," I said.
She then shoved her hand into my pants and under my underwear. I started moaning as she rubbed her hand along my balls and stroked my cock a couple of times. She pulled her hand out and sniffed.
"Well, I guess you're clean," She said.
"Of course I am silly," I said.
I walked behind her and gave her a big squeeze. She felt tense as I kissed her cheek and nuzzled her ear. I felt her body relax when I began kissing her neck.
Mmmmm, baby, what do you think you're doing?" She asked. "Mmmmmm, stop it. I'm supposed to be mad at you. . .mmmmm"
She put her arms on top of mine as I rubbed her shoulder. I opened her robe and began unbuttoning her long cotton nightie which was a far cry from the sexy lingerie she normally wore. I pulled the nightie off one shoulder and kissed, licked and gently nibbled her bare skin. As I did this, I reached down the front and caressed her firm titties. Her nipples hardened instantly as she moaned softly.
"Baaaaaaaby, stop. . .we can't do this here. . . ooohhhhh. . ." She protested weakly.
"Oooooooohhhhhh, baby, I'm soooooo horny," I whispered breathlessly in her ear as I scrunched down to grind my crotch against her hard ass. "C'mon, let's go somewhere."
"Ooohhhh, baby, I'm sooo horny, too," She whimpered while rubbing her ass back to my crotch. "But we can't do anything here. Not in Daddy's house."
I moved in front of her and licked my way down her chest and to her nipples. Her normally pink nipples were now swollen and dark red. I alternated between both, sucking them between my lips and running my tongue around the tips. Her moans became a little louder. I ran my hand down her hard, flat tummy and slipped it into her plain cotton panties. WOW! I couldn't believe how soaked she was. She panted and squirmed as I ran my hands across her wet, puffy cunt lips.
"Baby, stop!" She whispered as she pushed me away. "We can't do this here!"
"Why not?" I asked. I held up my hand that was wet with her pussy's nectar. "Look how wet you are."
Abigail's eyes grew big when I slowly and tantalizingly licked her juices from my fingers. She let out a low animal-like moan.
"Oooohhhh, baaaaaby, oooohhhhh, it's been so long" She said with a desperate look in her eyes. "Oooohhhhh,. . .noooo. . . wait here!"
She kicked off her fuzzy slippers and ran upstairs. She tiptoed slowly once she was in the hallway. After a minute or two, she tiptoed back from the hallway and rushed downstairs.
"C'mon, babe, it's 3:45 (am) we've got to hurry," Abigail said as she led me, by the hand, down a dark hallway.
She turned on the little penlight she had retrieved and the light cast spooky shadows on the walls. It would have probably been a scary sight if I hadn't been so horny. We turned down a couple of different hallways and walked down a flight of stairs. When we got to the end of a hall, she told me to point the light at a statue and she walked over to it.
"Oh, please, please, please be here. . .YYYEESSSS!" She squealed with child-like enthusiasm as she pulled something from behind the statue.
"It's still here!" She said excitedly as she showed me a key. "C'mon, baby!"
We walked to a nearby door which she unlocked. Once inside, she closed the door behind us. I pointed the light and scanned the room. We were at the top of a flight of stairs and the room looked like the storage area for an art museum.
"Where are we?" I asked.
"This is Mom's junk room," Abigail explained. Whenever she buys new art she throws the old stuff down here."
"Mighty expensive junk," I said.
"I used to hide down here whenever I was in trouble," Abigail said.
"Geez, you must have spent most of your life down here," I laughed.
"Ha, ha, you're soooo funny," She said as she took the light from me and turned it off.
"Babe, leave it on I can't see you," I complained.
"No, baby! I don't want us to get caught!" She explained
I was so horny, I didn't care. I heard a rustling of clothes and I dropped my pants and underwear.
"Babe, where are you?" She asked as she groped down my stomach.
"I'm right here," I answered.
"Not YOU!" She said giggling as she grabbed my cock. "HIM!"
I felt Abigail's wet tongue circling the head of my cock. I began to moan as she quickly took my soft cock in her mouth. I heard her noisily slurping on my cock and could feel her sucking me fast and furiously.
Oooooo, yeah. . .baby oooohhhh, yessssssssss. . .uuuhhhhh. . .baby . . .slow down," I said wanting to take my time and enjoy the blowjob I was getting. "Aaaahhhhh, babe. . .slow down!"
"Mmmmmmm. . .mmphhfff. . .no baby. . .we have to mmphhfff. . .hurry," said Abigail between sucks.
Once I was fully hard, she stopped sucking.
"Aaawwww, baby why'd you stop? That felt so good." I complained.
"Oh, baby, stop crying and let's do it," Abigail pleaded. "Hurry I don't want to get caught."
I wasn't sure how the hell anyone was going to catch us in that dungeon, but I was so horny I didn't have time to ask.
"Babe, where are you?" I asked. I groped in the dark, but couldn't feel her.
"Down here," She answered as she nudged me with her feet.
I felt a little further and realized she was already laying on her back with her feet in the air. She was so paranoid that her dad was going to catch us, that she didn't even want to turn on the penlight. I felt my way between her legs until I rubbed her soaking wet cunt. I realized she had pulled up her nightie and shucked off her panties. My mouth began watering as I groaned, anticipating tasting the sweetest piece of pussy on earth. She knew what I was thinking because she quickly clamped her strong thighs around my hand.
"No, baby!" She said repeated sternly. "We don't have time! Just fuck me!"
Dirty talk drives me crazy, especially from someone who is supposed to be as proper as Abigail. I was too far gone to disobey an order.
I repositioned myself and pushed my throbbing cock against her cunt lips. I tried to ease into her, but it had been so long since we had last fucked that she seemed tighter than usual. It was like trying to poke your dick through a stone wall. She whimpered as I tried again.
"C'mon, baby, relax," I told her. "I can't get it in."
"I can't, baby. I'm so scared," She whined.
"Shhhhhh, nobody's gonna hurt you, baby," I cooed in her ear. "Just relax, baby. Open up. Yeah, that's my good girl."
I felt her relax and we both moaned as I slowly pushed in about half
my length. I bent over and began kissing her sweetly. Our tongues
intertwined and I felt her relax even more. We both groaned long
and loud when I gave her the rest of my cock.
After a few seconds, I began slowly sliding in and out of her sopping
wet pussy.
"Oooooooohhhhhh, baaaaaby,. . .oooohhhhh. . .it's been soooooo long," Abigail moaned. "Fuck me, baby! Ooooohhh, baby,. . .make me come. . .hurry!
Oooohhh, baaaaabe, aaahhhhh. . .you're soooo tight. . .uuuuunh. . .uuunh. . .uuuuunh," Was all I could say as Abigail's tight and wet pussy strangled my cock.
I slowly pumped in and when I felt her hand snake between us and start diddling her clit. Her moans became louder.
"Oooooohhhh, baby. . .fuck me. . .unh. . .unh. . .unh . . .f-f-f-uck meeeeee," She pleaded. "Baby, make me come. . .unh. . .unh. . .hurry. . .s-s-s-o badly ooohhhh. . .pleeeeaaase! C-c-cover my mouth. . .ooooooooo! "
I didn't understand what she meant, but I reached up and covered her mouth. Her moans were now even louder, but they were muffled by my hand. I started shoving my cock deeper into her and she locked her powerful thighs around my waist. After a few minutes, she began arching her back and making animal sounds deep in her throat. I knew I had hit one of her sweet spots. Her snorting and grunting was driving me crazy, so I started pumping harder and faster.
"Mmmmphhh. . .mmmmphhh. . .mmmmphhh. . .! Was all Abigail could manage to mumble under my hand. When she began bucking wildly under me, I knew she was cumming, the other clue was when she bit down on my hand. It hurt so badly, I yanked my hand away and she was panting and grunting. She was sounded like a drowning person who finally came above water struggling to suck in air.
Whenever we have sex I usually stop whatever I'm doing and let her enjoy her orgasms, but nothing could stop me this time. My cockhead began hurting and I knew I was about to cum.
"OOOOHHH, FUCK,. . .BABY. . .OOOOHHHH SHHHHIIIT!" I cried.
"SHHHHHHH, BABY!" She hissed. "Be quiet!"
With those words, I felt some cloth being shoved in my mouth. I could tell my the taste and the smell that she had shoved her cotton panties in my mouth.
"Come on, baby. Cum for me. . .unh . . .unh. . .cum in my unh. . .unh. . .tight little pussy," She cooed sweetly in my ear as I continued ramming her. "Oh, yeah unh. . .unh. . .my hot stud wants unh. . .to cum. . .unh. . .doesn't he?"
Her sweet talking encouragment sent me over the edge.
"Oooohhhh. . .uuuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh. . .unh. . unh. . .unh," I nearly choked on Abigail's panties as I came more violently than I ever remember.
I spit out the panties and gasped for air as I collapsed on top of her.
When we both regained our senses, we kissed each other softly, still laying in the pitch black.
"Oooohhhhh, baaaaaaby. . .ooooo you just get better eeeevvvverrrrry time," Abigail sighed deeply.
"Aaaahhhh, babe. . .I swear that was the best ever," I moaned. "God, baby, you're the best."
Well, actually, I definitely have had better. But shit, if you don't feed a man for three weeks and throw him a piece of ground beef, will he not think it's filet mignon? Still, my love for her only heightened the feeling.
We finally left the room. I scooped my sweet love into my arms and carried her upstairs. She was like a little, limp doll in my arms and my knees weren't in any better shape as they trembled up the stairs. I heard the antique grandfather clock chime as we went past. I looked at it. IT WAS 4 A.M. DAMN! THAT HOT FUCK SESSION HAD LASTED LESS THAN 15 MINUTES! BOY, WE BOTH MUST HAVE BEEN STARVED!
We quietly kissed goodnight as we sneaked into our respective rooms. I was exhausted from the long day, the sneaking around and the hot sex. I took off my clothes and collapsed immediately.
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That night (or morning) I dreamed that Abigail and I were playfully wrestling. I woke up the next morning from the best and soundest sleep I had had in weeks to discover she was shaking me.
"BABY, BABY WAKE UP!" She was yelling excitedly. "HURRY, BABY! TAKE A SHOWER AND GET DRESSED!"
"Huh, w-w-what time is it? What's wrong?" I asked trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes.
"IT'S ALMOST 6:30!" She exclaimed.
"WHAT?!" I asked in disbelief.
"HURRY, BABY, COME ON!" Abigail babbled breathlessly.
I could see she was excited about something and she was literally bouncing on her toes. I grabbed her by the shoulders and held her still.
"Babe, calm down and tell me why you're so fired up," I said.
After she caught her breath she explained to me that her father wanted to see me in his office after breakfast. For a second I thought he somehow found out about me fucking his daughter in his house until Abigail explained.
"Oh, baby! This is it! This the FINAL talk!" She squealed with delight.
"WHAT?! I THOUGHT THAT WASN'T FOR TWO DAYS!" I said suddenly wide awake and panicking.
"No, baby! He changed it! Don't worry though, he loves you, everybody loves you!" She cried. "I just know he's going to give us his blessing today! He's never had the final talk this early! Hurry, get dressed!"
She kissed me for encouragement and scurried out the door. Although I was operating on two and a half hours of sleep, the earlier sex had refreshed me and now the thought of the final showdown had me wide awake. I showered and dressed quickly, but was too nervous to eat breakfast.
As I walked to her Father's office door, Abigail was there to send me in with a kiss. I felt like a soldier being seen off to battle by his lover.
Mr. Van Doren talked for a long time, mainly about his family and how he was protective of his daughters.
"Ric, I may as well be up front with you," he said. "As I'm sure you have noticed, my daughter can be a little. . .uh. . .well-"
"Strong-willed?" I offered.
"Uh. . .no," he answered.
"Feisty?" I asked.
"No," he responded.
"Head strong?" I inquired.
"Well, no. What I was actually going to say is she can be a little bitch," he said as I heard a loud gasp at the door.
Wow! I thought. If a father is willing to call his own daughter a bitch, that's definitely a warning sign.
He asked me if I had noticed any signs of her bad temper.
I told him about her slapping me at Dean's house when she still didn't know me that well and how she had dented my car. I also threw in how possessive and jealous she was.
"Hmmm. . .well, maybe she IS getting better," he replied. "Keep talking."
I described a few of her episodes as he walked over to the door: throwing a drink in a waitress' face who she accused of flirting wih me, arguing with a cop when he wrote her a ticket, trying to keep me away from my female friends, etc. I was still talking as he jerked the door open and Abigail fell into the room.
"Uh. . .Daddy. . .h-h-hi. . .ummm. . .I just came to see if. . . ummmmmm. . .YOU NEEDED ANYTHING!" Abigail lied as she looked at him sheepishly. She had been listening at the door.
"Princess! Stop your lying," he demanded. "Ric, let's talk a walk. You come too, Princess."
"Yes, Daddy!" Abigail said as we walked down a long hall.
We entered what appeared to be the Van Doren trophy room and all nine children, even the parents, had their own section of athletic awards. The awards ranged in sports from fencing to track-n-field to gymnastics. My Abigail's section was the biggest of them all. The walls and shelves in her section were filled with medals, trophies and ribbons for gymnastics. Her pictures ranging from five years-old to 21 adorned her section.
"Ric, has it ever occurred to you how odd it is for the intelligent and athletically-talented, daughter of a successful man to have ended up at XYZ State University?" He asked.
"Ooohhhh, Daddy! Please don't. That was a long - " Abigail pleaded.
"Hush, Princess!" he ordered sharply. He turned his gaze back to me. "Well, doesn't it seem odd?"
"Uh, well, no, sir," I answered. "I've never really wondered."
Abigail stared sadly and quietly at the floor as Mr. Van Doren began explaining about her past.
Abigail was an honor student and a high school All-American gymnast during her prep school days. As a spoiled daughter of a rich man, she thought she was above the law. Any time she got a speeding ticket or whenever her temper got her in trouble with the law or at school, her rich daddy's money bought her out of trouble.
Then came the incident when Anastasia, jealous of Abigail's athletic success, stole her boyfriend. Abigail responded by causing a scene at school and PUNCHING AND BREAKING her ex-boyfriend's nose. The ex's father, a business rival of Mr. Van Doren's, threatened to file an expensive lawsuit. In order to save a bundle of money and his family's reputation, Mr. Van Doren came through with a cash settlement and allowed his rival to outbid him on a huge business deal. The clincher came when she settled her score with Anastasia. Abigail basically beat the crap out of Anastasia, nearly ruining her modeling career.
When college recruiters began hearing stories of Abigail's temper and violent incidents, they rescinded their scholarship offers. Abigail was set to accept a scholarship to an elite academic university with an elite gymnastics program in California. Most of her friends' fathers were sending them to that school. As part of her punishment, Mr. Van Doren refused to pay her way to the university once her scholarship offer was rescinded. As part of her lesson, Abigail was forced to accept a scholarship to the only school who wasn't afraid of the stories they had heard - XYZ State University. Part of the scholarship requirements were that Abigail had to enroll in anger management classes. She reluctantly agreed when she realized she had no other options.
Once at college, she again excelled in academics and gymnastics. Abigail's temper and attitude once again got the better of her and she became a discipline problem. After several warnings from the coaching staff and athletic department, Abigail was placed on team probation. One more incident would mean expulsion from the team and possible revocation of her scholarship.
"Have you told him what happened after that, Princess?" Mr. Van Doren asked Abigail.
"No, Daddy," Abigail shamefully replied in almost a whisper.
"We flew to ******** to watch her compete in a tournament. The team was doing fine as usual and my Princess was the star of the meet," Mr. Van Doren explained. "I considered the scoring a little unfair and the crowd was booing one of the female judges. Well, my Princess completed a beautiful vault. The judges gave her perfect scores. Except for that female judge. Well, Princess had had about enough and went to give the judge a piece of her mind. They got into a shouting match and before anyone could step in front of her, PRINCESS GRABBED THE JUDGE BY THE COLLAR AND SLAPPED HER HARD ACROSS THE FACE."
Having seen Abigail's temper first hand, I shouldn't have been surprised - but I was.
"The judge threatened to sue the university AND ME," Mr. Van Doren said as he walked over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper. "The NCAA ended up suspending her. This was one mess not even I could buy her out of. The woman agreed to drop the suit, but only if the school dismissed Princess from the team. She lost her scholarship and I agreed to pay for the rest of her schooling because she had only two semesters left."
Mr Van Doren handed me the piece of paper he had pulled from the drawer. It was a press release dated 1991. The headline read: "NCAA Suspends XYZ State University Gymnast for Altercation." I had such an eerie feeling of deja vu. I know I had read the release before - but where? My jaw dropped to the floor when I remembered.
"YOU. . .Y-Y-Y-OU, HOLY SHIT! THIS IS YOU?!" I exclaimed. "NO, WAY!!! IT'S YOU!!!"
"WHAT?!" Abigail asked. "What's wrong? WHAT?!!!
I explained the story of how we when I was at ABC University, we had a good laugh about the press release. I was stunned. After all these years, it was like meeting a celebrity.
"But, baby you know I wouldn't do that anymore. You know I wouldn't," Abigail tried to explain to me. She then turned to her father. "Daddy, I've had help. I'm not really like that anymore. Really, Daddy."
Although I was still little stunned, I knew I had to speak on my love's behalf.
"Mr. Van Doren, I love your daughter with all my heart," I looked at Abigail and her deep soulful eyes made my heart melt. "She's gorgeous, she's intelligent, she's articulate. She's everything I've ever wanted in a partner. We have our ups and downs, but what couples don't?"
"It seems you two have thought this through well enough," he said.
"Yes, sir, we have," I answered.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, we have!" Abigail nodded eagerly.
"I hope you two will always be there for each other," Mr. Van Doren said. He then looked at me and said: Ric, you're a fine young man. Welcome to the family, Son.
"OH, DADDY! THANK YOU. . .THANK YOU. . .THANK YOU!" Abigail squealed delightedly while hugging her father. She then turned to me. "OH, BABY! WE'RE GOING TO BE SO HAPPY!"
And she was right, we were both deliriously happy. And it lasted. . . FOR THREE WHOLE DAYS!
* * * * * * * * * *
When we were at Alexandria's wedding reception, Anastasia flirted with me all night, whether Abigail was around or not. The final straw came when Anastasia grabbed my hand and led me to the crowded dance floor. She had requested a slow song and didn't waste any time grinding her pubic bone against my crotch. The sisters had served as Alexandria's bridesmaids and they all wore low-cut dresses. Anastasia, having bigger tits than any of her sisters, was practically spilling out of her dress and wasted no time in rubbing them on my chest. She was dancing slowly and seductively and I could feel my cock harden as she ground against me.
"Anastasia, please, don't do this!" I pleaded. "Everyone's watching us!"
"Oh, don't be silly. Nobody's watching, darling," She said, looking around. "You don't want to offend your future sister-in-law do you?. "Besides, I can feel you big, brown dick poking my tummy, you naught boy. I can satisfy you better than my sister can. I've never had brown meat before and I bet you're fantastic."
I looked around nervously and nearly pissed my pants when I saw Abigail standing behind me with her arms folded across your chest.
"May I cut in, dear sister?" Abigail asked with a phony smile.
"Yes, you may, little sister," Anastasia said with a wicked smile. "Don't worry, I've got him nice and ready for you."
Abigail was a little ticked off, but she was under control. She put her arms around my neck and and we began slow dancing. She pressed against me, let out a little squeal and jumped back when she bumped against my already-hard cock. She looked down at my crotch and when she looked at me, I saw that her eyes were nearly popping out of her head.
"Baby. . .baby. . .now calm down. . .it's not what you think!" I tried weakly to explain. "She's your sister. . .I don't want to offend you're family when they've just accepted me."
Abigail smiled warmly and kissed my cheek.
"Baby, may I have a word with you outside, please?" She asked sweetly. "Come on, babe. Let's take a walk."
We walked through the crowded dance floor, stopping every now and then for Abigail to introduce me to some relatives. I was relieved at how calmly she was behaving. Unfortunately, when we crossed the door and exited the hall, she became another person.
"Gee, babe, you really have a nice family," I said.
"Shut up and hold my dress!" She snapped.
I was worried that she was about to explode, so I held up her rather long dress so she could walk faster. All the while she still had a hold of my hand. I knew whatever I said would be the wrong thing, so I just kept my mouth shut. As we approached what seemed to be a fleet of limousines, there was a group of chauffeurs standing in a circle. Some were smoking and they were just hanging out waiting for their passengers.
Abigail looked toward the group.
"Which one of you brought me here?" She asked angrily. When she didn't get an answer, she grew impatient. "WHO THE HELL BROUGHT ME HERE?!"
One of the drivers stamped out his cigarette and quickly ran to us.
"I-I-I did ma'am," He stammered nervously.
"WHERE'S MY CAR?!" She yelled.
"It's this way, ma'am," said the driver.
"JUST POINT IT OUT TO ME! I CAN LET MYSELF IN!" She yelled.
The driver pointed us to the fourth car in line and once there, Abigail opened the car door and ordered me in. I wasn't afraid of my little blonde powder keg, I just didn't feel like hearing any of her bullshit. I stood outside the car just looking at her.
"DAMN IT! I SAID 'GET IN!' " She screamed as she shoved me into the car. I forgot to duck and I smacked my head hard on the roof as I tumbled onto the seat.
"OUCH! Babe, that hurt!" I complained.
"OH, SHUT UP, YOU BIG BABY!" She yelled slamming the door.
"Babe, what's wrong with you we -" I started to ask, but didn't get a chance to finish.
"I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP!" She screamed as she slapped me hard across the face.
The slap stung my cheek, but it didn't hurt as much as it shocked me. Her breath hissed between clenched teeth and she had a maniacal, almost murderous look in her eyes that I had never seen from her before. NOW I WAS SCARED!
"You son of a bitch. You bastard," She said coldly and calmly. "How dare you embarrass me in front of my family like that. That WILL be the last time that ever happens. You and I are going to get married, have children and live happily ever after and all that other good stuff. Do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME?!!!"
"Y-Y-Yes, baby," I answered. I had seen her jealous fits before and had seen her upset, but I had never seen her behave this way and I was scared as to what she might do next. She crawled over to me like a tigress stalking her prey. When she was close enough, she undid my belt and unzipped my pants. I lifted my hips as she pulled my underwear and pants down.
"You are going to stay away from that whore of a sister of mine. Do you understand?" She asked as she began roughly stroking my cock.
"Yes, baby. I understand," I said as I felt her begin to squeeze my balls. She squeezed roughly, but I didn't dare complain.
"Do you think that whore can fuck you better than I can?" She asked.
"N-N-No, baby. Nobody's better than you," I lied. Who the hell is stupid enough to say anything different when a woman is squeezing their balls?
The combination of her stroking me and the uncertainty of what was going to happen next had my cock throbbing as it grew to its full hardness and length. Abigail let go of my cock and began removing my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. Once she had my shirt opened she began kissing my chest, which is very sensitive. I was enjoying this when I felt a burning sensation on my left side.
"OOOOWWWW!" I yelled as Abigail sunk her teeth into my chest. She bit me repeatedly.
When she finally stopped, I looked down and saw at least a dozen red welts with teeth marks around them. My chest was burning because they hurt so badly. Abigail still had the maniacal look in her eyes when she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
"The next time some slut comes up to you, you show her these," She said pointing to my chest, "And you tell her you belong to me. NOW, LAY DOWN!!!"
I obediently laid down and watched as Abigail hiked up the ruffles of her long dress. I saw when she had the dress up past her waist a huge dark spot on her light blue panties. She was soaked and it was easy to she was getting off on treating me like shit. She sat back on the seat and pushed the panties over her luscious hips, past her thick thighs and down her shapely legs. I got even more excited because I knew we were going to fuck or at least I would get to suck the juice from her delicious pussy. She came over to me and put a foot on either side of my head and lowered herself on my face. My mouth watered instantly. She intertwined her fingers in my hair and roughly yanked up my head as she started grinding her wet pussy on my forehead, my cheeks, nose, goatee, everywhere. I was drunk with the musky smell of her cunt, but she wasn't allowing me to lick it.
She then dismounted my face and pulled me to a sitting position by my hair. Without saying a word, she mounted me. I felt the tip of my cock press to her pussy and in one move, she impaled herself on my cock, taking my full length.
As tight as she is and as thick as my cock is, I knew it hurt her and she let out a scream. She buried her head in my shoulder and whimpered. She had tried to keep up her intimidation, but this was too much for her to handle and I knew she was in pain.
"Baby, are you okay?" I cooed sweetly in her ear. "Baby are - "
"SHUT UP, DAMN YOU!" She yelled once she regained her composure. "HELL YES, I"M OKAY!! YOU THINK YOUR LITTLE PENCIL DICK IS GOING TO HURT ME?!!!!"
WOW! Now that hurt! I knew she didn't mean it, but that was the straw that broke my. . .ego. After this, Abigail began riding me slowly. Her tight pussy was well-lubed and slid easily up and down my cock. She tried to stifle her moans as if she weren't enjoying it, but her attempts were futile.
"D-Do you like the way I . . .uuuhhhh. . .fuuuuck yooouuuu. . .uuuhhh baby?" She asked.
"Ooooohhhh, yeeeeessssss, baby. You're the best," I answered, too scared to say anything else.
"You're damn right! Nobody. . .uuuhhh. . .can fuck you . . .uuuhhh better than me," Abigail said as she increased the speed of her hip movement. "Whose pussy is . . .uuuhhh. . .tighter than mine?"
I answered "Nobody's" and that definitely was not a lie. With that, Abigail humped me faster. By now she was nearly jumping up and down on my cock while she rubbed her clit against my stomach.
"OOOOHHHH. . .OOOOOHHHH. . .FUCK!!! OH, GAAAAAWD!" Abigail yelled. She was losing her composure and she clasped her arms around my neck. I saw her eyes were shut tightly as she laid her head on my shoulder.
We were both moaning loudly as she jumped up and down on my lap. I didn't think I could hold my load any longer when Abigail began cumming.
"OH, FUCK!!! OOOOOHHHH. . .UUUHHH. . .UUUHHH. . .AAAAAAHHHHHH!!! UNH. . .UNH. . .UNH!!!" Abigail screamed as she came. She also nearly strangled me and she DID bite down hard on my shoulder. She stayed on my lap with her head on my shoulder and she was whimpering. She lifted her head and I saw the hair around her face was wet with prespiration and she had the same glazed look in her eyes she always got after sex.
"Do you wanna come now, baby? Oh, yyyyyyeessss. My baby wants to come doesn't he?" She cooed teasingly.
"Oh, yeah, baby. I wanna come so badly." I said eagerly.
Upon hearing that she slowly moved up and down as her cunt muscles tightened around my cock.
"Oh, yeah, baby. You love my tight little pussy don't you?" She asked. "I'm prettier than my sister aren't I, baby? You'd rather fuck me any ol' day wouldn't you?"
She moved slowly and forcefully as if she was jerking me off with her cunt. After a few minutes of this and a lot of dirty talk I was ready to blow my wad.
"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come," I said.
"You wanna come in my mouth, baby?" She asked. Naturally I said yes.
She climbed of my lap and told me to jerk myself off and aim it at her mouth. I would rather have had her suck me off, but I didn't argue because I was dying to relieve the pressure building up inside me.
"Oh, yeah, jack off for me, you dirty boy. Play with your big fat cock, you nasty boy. Come on. Come in my mouth you hot stud," She encouraged.
I couldn't handle any more.
"OOOOHHHH, FUCK, BABY, SUCK IT! I'M GONNA COME! PLEASE SUCK ME!" I begged. I felt her hand guide my cock as I shot my load. "OOOHHH, FUUUUUUCK . . .AAAARRRRGGHHHH! FFFFFFUCK!"
After I caught my breath I looked down and saw I had jizz all over my hand, thighs, stomach and even a couple of drops on my chest.
"W-W-What happened? Why didn't you. . .?" I tried asking feebly, wondering why she didn't suck me off.
"WHAT?!!! You think I'm gonna let YOU come in MY mouth after that little display with that WHORE?!!! You must be out of your mind!" She said with an ice cold look in her eyes. She then wiped some come off her hand and onto my shirt. "Oh, here, I believe this belongs to you."
Abigail then took the colored handkerchief out of my coat's breast pocket. She sat back on the seat across from me, hiked up her dress and proceeded to wipe her thighs and her pussy clean. When she finished, she through the handkerchief at me, put her panties back on rearranged her dress, and fluffed her hair.
She opened the door and came over to me with a now maniacal look on her face.
"If you ever do anything to embarrass me again, THIS is nothing compare to what I'll do to you. Do you hear me?" She threatened. I could do nothing, but nod my head weakly.
"Clean yourself up, you look RIDICULOUS! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a whore to deal with," She said. She stepped out of the car and turned around. "Oh, by the way. . .THANKS FOR THE FUCK."
With that she slammed the door and I watched her stagger back to the hall. I looked down at myself. My pants were around my ankles and my shirt was laying open. I had come all over my thighs and torso. My chest and left shoulder stung from where she had bitten me hard. I knew the stinging from the back of my neck was from where she had dug her fingernails into me when she was coming. I had never felt so humiliated in my entire life. AND I'M SUPPOSED TO MARRY HER AND RISK A LIFETIME OF THIS? Of course I began having second thoughts about marrying her.
I cleaned up as best I could and when I stepped out of the limousine, I received rousing cheers and applause from the chauffeurs. Oh, shit, I thought, I hope they don't know what really went on in there.
Once in the hall, I headed for the bathroom to wash up when I heard screams coming from the ladies' dressing room. Antoinetta came running down the hall and stopped when she saw me. I could see she had a panicked look on her face.
"OH, RIC, THANK GOODNESS!" Antoinetta said, obviously relieved to see me. She tugged hard at my hand. "YOU MUST COME QUICKLY! ABBY AND ANNIE ARE FIGHTING! HURRY!"
We ran toward the ladies room and once inside I couldn't believe my eyes! THERE WERE MY FIANCEE AND HER SISTER ROLLING AROUND ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR!.
"ABBY, ANNIE! STOP IT! STOP IT!" Yelled poor Adrianna as she tried futilely to pull Abigail off Anastasia. One of there cousins was also trying to help. They then noticed me. "OH, RIC! HELP, PLEASE!!!
I was so shocked ( although I shouldn't have been) at what I was witnessing that I didn 't move. I finally snapped out of it when I saw Abigail climb on top of Anastasia, grab her by the hair and cock back her fist. I ran over just in time to catch her fist. I grabbed and yanked her off Anastasia as Abigail flailed with her arms and her legs. At that moment, I heard Mrs. Van Doren's voice.
"OH, MY HEAVENS!!! WHAT KIND OF BEHAVIOR IS THIS FOR LADIES?!" Mrs. Van Doren exclaimed.
Both girls accused each other of starting the fight. Abigail called Anastasia a "whore" and she in turn called Abigail a "little lunatic." Abigail tore from my grasp, but I caught her before she could get at Anastasia. Her mother told me to take Abigail out of the room and ordered me not to breath a word to anybody since there were many important people at the wedding and even some "high society" magazines with photographers.
Once in the next room, I had to LITERALLY lay on top of Abigail to calm her down. I finally succeeded and the rest of the night and the last three days of our trip went relatively smooth. None of the family ever spoke of the incident the rest of the time we were there.
* * * * * * * * *
After we got back Abigail became even more possessive and jealous. Yes, it is possible. There were times when I didn't have to leave home to do my work. I telecommuted. Of course I couldn't get much work done with Abigail calling me every twenty-thirty minutes to see how I was doing, to tell me she loved me, to tell me to come over for dinner (we hadn't yet moved in together), etc. She always had an excuse for calling, but I knew she was just checking to see if she could catch me with anyone. She even bought me a pager and cell phone "in case of emergencies."
I finally couldn't take any more and I called off our engagement. She cried and promised she would change, something I had heard hundreds of times. When that didn't work, she threatened me. I told her she needed to seek "professional help" if we were ever to have a chance of getting back together. When she finally realized I wouldn't take her back unless she did, she agreed to seek help. I was miserable without her, but I was also more miserable with her.
She would call me with weekly updates and tell me her doctor said she was making progress. This lasted for four months. I had only met with her in public crowded places during this time because I figured she was less apt to cause a scene. But I did notice a gradual change in her. She seemed to be more respectful of people and she was more sensitive to others. One night she called me up and invited me to dinner. She didn't insist I come, but rather she said it would be good to see me again and she would understand if I declined. She sounded so sincere that I decided to accept her invitation and meet at her place.
I drove to her house and almost passed out when she answered the door. She was dressed in a short, light blue, backless, summer dress that was tied around her neck. Her legs were bare down to a matching pair of toeless, high heels with straps. She wore her silky blond hair up (my number one weakness and she knew it) and she greeted with the warmest and most loving pair of blue eyes I had ever seen. All this was topped by a sincere, pearly-white smile. She looked like an angel. We hugged each other for a long time and then kissed each other on the cheek. I was in love all over again and ready to take her back. We talked for a few minutes, but before I could tell her that I thought we should give our relationship another chance, she told me to wait in the living room while she finished dinner.
When I walked into the living room, I was shocked.
"KEL?!!" I said, surprised to see her. Kelly was the last person I ever expected to see in Abigail's company. Abigail was so jealous of Kelly's and my relationship (even though she didn't know we were once a couple) that Kelly usually stayed away. Kelly cried when I first told her that I had become engaged because she said Abigail was going to make me miserable. I gave her a big hug. "Oh, Kel it's so great to see you! But what are you doing here?"
"I haven't the faintest idea," she answered. "She called me a few days ago and told me it was part of her recovery or something and it would do us all good if we talked."
I was really confused and wondered what Abigail was up to this time. Had she really changed? Or was this just another one of her tricks?
Abigail served us dinner and she was just a little chatterbox all the while. She was trying so hard to be the perfect hostess and she was so nice to us both. Kelly didn't have much to say. She just kept looking suspiciously at Abigail the whole time. The conversation then turned serious. Abigail apologized to me for all her rotten behavior which included the jealousy, conniving, making me miserable, etc., etc.
"Uh, I think I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk," Kelly said politely.
"No, no. Please, Kelly, stay," Abigail pleaded. "I want to apologize to you, also. I know how important you are in Ric's life and I am soooo sorry about how I've treated you."
We all talked open and honestly for about an hour. Abigail talked about her therapy and said her therapist said it would be good for her to talk to us both to help her acknowledge and accept Kelly's and my relationship. She explained further and then said something that, little did I know, was to change the rest of my life.
"He (the therapist) thought we should spend time together so we can learn accept each other. And that's why I think it would be a good idea if - " Abigail explained for the next couple of minutes as my eyes popped out of my head in disbelief.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I thought: WHAT?!!! WHOA!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL DID SHE JUST SAY?!!!
Kelly is as blunt as any person I've ever known and nothing shocks her. But when I looked at her, her eyes and mouth were wide open. She was absolutely dumbfounded. We both were. I somehow regained my voice and was finally able to speak. I asked Abigail:
"Uh. . .excuse me. WHA-WHA-. . .WHAT did you just say. . .?"
END OF PART IV