Saved By Deborah – Part 2
By
Rob McCall4
This is the second part of a multi-part story of an adult love affair and the joys that second love can bring.
All persons depicted in sexual acts are at least 18 years of age and consenting adults.
© 2023 RMcCIV if I see him in my house or anywhere near the kids, I’ll fucking kill him! Got that, you lying bitch!!’ and slammed my phone into the carpet.
I didn’t know Kenny was there standing behind me, crying. “Dad,d,d,dy,” he said, shaking like a leaf. “We didn’t mean to get into trouble. I swear we didn’t.” He was sobbing so hard and so upset I dropped to my knees and grabbed him to my chest as tight as I could.
“Don’t, don’t, ki-i-i-ll anybody, daddy.” His tears became uncontrollable. Finally, “I don’t wa-a-ant the policemen to put you in jail.
“Oh honey, no one’s going to put me in jail.”
“Bu-u-ut you said…” I was rubbing Kenny’s head, trying to get my act together. “Yes, sweetheart, I said a lot of bad things. Bad things I shouldn’t have said. Some bad words I shouldn’t have used, and I am sorry.” I took Kenny’s shoulders and looked him in the eye. “Kenny, I’m sorry. Daddy was mad at mommy, and I said some words I shouldn’t have said and didn’t mean. gaziosmanpaşa escort You know how sometimes you are mad a Carly, and you say things you don’t mean because you love your sister. Right?” He nodded his head. “I’m not going to kill anyone. Those were stupid, grown-up words. No one is going to put me in jail. I promise you.” I stood up and offered my hand. Hey! Let’s get you all cleaned up and find Carly and Pinkie. Sound good?” Kenny nodded, and I swept him into my arms, sticking him out to fly like Superman, and started trotting through the room, bringing a laugh as I carried him to Carly and Pinkie’s bedrooms.
Chapter 2
I had a restless night’s sleep. One of those nights where I kept waking up because I couldn’t turn my mind off thinking about everything I had to get done the next day, which started at 5:45 am in my shower, at least 15 minutes before my alarm was scheduled to ring. It never did because I turned it off at 5.
I remember seeing screen legend Fernando Lamas on one of those late-night talk shows when I was young, being questioned by the host as to why he was straightening the crease in his pants as he sat down. To which Mr. Lamas replied, “Because it is better to look good than to gölbaşı escort feel good.”
As one of Hollywood’s great Latin Lovers who married swimming superstar Esther Williams, maybe he was on to something. In any event, that comment struck me and always stayed with me. I was thinking about Fernando Lamas as I picked my wardrobe for the day, feeling like shit thanks to lack of sleep, unprepared for my first day back after a long weekend, and my anger at Janet and her boy-toy Colt. Colt, sheesh! I’m sure he gave her many a good ride.
In my favorite slate blue shirt, charcoal gray slacks, and in a nod to “looking good,” slate blue argyle socks that matched my shirt, I put my best face on and woke the kids up with a sunny face and warm good morning hugs. Breakfast and off to school later, I was driving to work and on my phone with Nancy’s Kent office, asking to speak to her.
She was already in court, and her assistant took down my desires and promised a return call as soon as possible.
About 15 minutes from the company parking lot, my phone pinged with a shot of Deborah’s naked pussy, her left leg on the driver’s seat, and her skirt put over her thighs. Her fingers on her left hand were parting her vagina slightly, showing me keçiören escort her clit between the soft lips that unfolded like damp, delicate pink flowers glistening in the morning’s light. The text read, “To start your day off right after a shitty night, xoxo.”
I have never mastered texting while driving. I feel very unsafe doing it, and so I rarely do, but I hit a “kissy face” and smiled the rest of the way into my designated space.
“Good morning, Mike,” boomed my boss, Carolyn standing at her office door. It was the two of us and a small smattering so far this morning.
“Will you do us both a favor, grab us a cup of coffee and join me in my office for a moment, and she walked in, leaving the door open in welcome.
“Welcome back. How was the long weekend? Refreshing, I hope.”
“Sure was. I’m telling you, it was just what the doctor ordered. Seriously, Carolyn. Have you ever been up to Hunter Lakes? It’s glorious.”
“Yeah, Steve and I ski there every season or two. It is.” She took a sip of her coffee, one sugar, light creme, trying to look boss-like. “And Deborah, did she enjoy it?”
I smiled, “I guess, considering it’s her family cabin that she grew up in and now inherited.”
She looked at me sternly. “So, she invited you without the kids to her cabin, and you left the kids at home?”
“Yep.”
“Interesting.”
I laughed. “You know Carolyn, you have always sucked at this hardass boss stuff ever since we started working together eight-nine years ago,” and she laughed. We broke into a friendly discussion about the lodge, exploring the lakes, and our activities. Sans the intimate ones, of course.