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Post by willc453 on Jan 19, 2019 0:50:42 GMT -6
Been sitting here for 5+ hours wondering if I should post this or not. Figured I should because of the number of people who have read my stories, made comments on them and my attempt to live with Dad.
Steve (youngest brother who lives in Florida near Dad), called me around 17:00 to say Dad had died Wednesday, Jan.16th. He and Sandy (youngest sister) had been visiting him for a few hours, then he had to leave for home to get some sleep as he starts work at 02:00 for a construction company. He saw 2 cars coming down the road...they were the 2 hospice ladies who came to check on Dad and do what ever they do for a few hours during their visit. He called Sandy to make sure Dad was fully dressed and of course, letting him know they were coming. She found him on his bedroom floor near his bed. Sandy called 911 and of course, ambulance people showed up, but Sandy told them Dad didn't want any heroic measures done. Ambulance people got a severe case of ass bite from her as she showed them on her phone Dads paperwork about this and them saying they didn't recognize this. By now, Dad had been dead 30 minutes.
Anyway, Steve says it'll be about 6 months for will to be probated and I plan on going out there in a month, two at the most. While I'll be using a rental car, no problem staying at Dads during this time, though Steve also offered me his place to flop at if I wanted to. Steve HAD called me Wednesday to let me know what had happened and left a message. Thing is, I had filled out a short online job application as a truck driver and suddenly I was getting 8-15 calls a day. Think I had something like 30+ in just a few days? So to clear voice mail, I just 7'd (deleted) all of 'em without listening to any of them.
Remember Ben and his "boinks" in The Layover? Had first one in November with me emailing him, asking if he'd like me to come out for 2 weeks during Christmas and New Years which would of been a first for either of us since I left home in '71. Never got a reply which I took as a no. Then a week ago, got to thinking some time this year...as within 2-3 months, he'd be gone but I was thinking get out there before it was too late. And now it is.
So that's what happened and why it may be awhile before I post any more chapters. And I thank ahead of time those who may leave me condolences.
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Post by texican on Jan 19, 2019 13:06:08 GMT -6
WillC,
Condolences on the loss of your dad.
Prayers for you and your family.
Take the time you need to heal.
Do not feel bad about being estranged from your dad for I was also estranged from my dad for my dad failed at being a father and left my sister, mother and I. I also was not there when my dad died. I loved him for providing his DNA that created my sister and I, but I lost my respect for my dad through my younger years with his actions and lack of actions. When I was 12 I told my father if he yelled and screamed at my mother again I would take my bat to him while I was holding the bat and he understood that I meant what I stated. He left the next day. Had very little to do with my dad after that.
These are the choices our dad's make through the years and it is not our responsibility to be a friend to our dads that were not fathers to us.
Be safe and careful out there.
God bless.
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 19, 2019 19:35:26 GMT -6
Sorry to hear about your Dad.
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 19, 2019 19:47:45 GMT -6
Thing was, when I hit Tachikawa (sp?)Air Base, I called her collect. From Japan, that wasn't a cheap call. Cost her 150 bucks to tell me what was in that letter. And that was 1968 dollars.
9idr, Sometimes justice is sweet.... Thanks for your service in Nam.... Glad that you survived.... Texican.... Well, sir, thanks for the thanks but I was just a draftee. It was my turn and I went. Kind of a family thing to serve. My Dad did 12 years, 7 in the Corps and 5 in the USArmy, and my daughter served 8 in the USNavy. And ya know, I'm kinda glad I survived, too. Maybe some day when things are slow on the board I'll regale all y'all will some tales, as long as they don't have to be 100 % true.
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Post by texican on Jan 20, 2019 16:52:04 GMT -6
Thing was, when I hit Tachikawa (sp?)Air Base, I called her collect. From Japan, that wasn't a cheap call. Cost her 150 bucks to tell me what was in that letter. And that was 1968 dollars.
9idr, Sometimes justice is sweet.... Thanks for your service in Nam.... Glad that you survived.... Texican.... Well, sir, thanks for the thanks but I was just a draftee. It was my turn and I went. Kind of a family thing to serve. My Dad did 12 years, 7 in the Corps and 5 in the USArmy, and my daughter served 8 in the USNavy. And ya know, I'm kinda glad I survived, too. Maybe some day when things are slow on the board I'll regale all y'all will some tales, as long as they don't have to be 100 % true.9idr, We wouldn't expect less from you not to embellish here and there if not skirt the truth a little bit, for that is what memories do for us.... Texican....
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Post by texican on Jan 28, 2019 21:20:15 GMT -6
WillC,
Hope you are doing ok.
Haven't hears from you in a while.
Please drop a small post and tell the Moar Hounds how you are doing.
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Jan 29, 2019 3:17:31 GMT -6
I'm still here, just sucking it up and dealing with Dads death. There's been a couple of times I'd go to email him some meme's I thought he'd like along with what's going on out here, then it hits me....no more meme's to him or emails from him. Just not in the mood right now to write about The Shadow, so going down a darker path....The 2nd American Revolution which I've been posting here. As to The Shadow, got 3.5(?) pages written and no idea when I'll get back to the boys. But I know I will eventually and yes, have background for the girls and the boys are surprised, if not a little shocked. Also how the boys meet the girls fathers which does not go well at first. "Aaron: sir, we're not a couple of puppies trying to get up on the porch with the big dogs and do you know why? Father with a smirk on his face says why is that? That's when The Shadow says we OWN the porch." You get to guess how it goes from there on in.
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 29, 2019 21:46:18 GMT -6
I'm still here, just sucking it up and dealing with Dads death. There's been a couple of times I'd go to email him some meme's I thought he'd like along with what's going on out here, then it hits me....no more meme's to him or emails from him. Just not in the mood right now to write about The Shadow, so going down a darker path....The 2nd American Revolution which I've been posting here. As to The Shadow, got 3.5(?) pages written and no idea when I'll get back to the boys. But I know I will eventually and yes, have background for the girls and the boys are surprised, if not a little shocked. Also how the boys meet the girls fathers which does not go well at first. "Aaron: sir, we're not a couple of puppies trying to get up on the porch with the big dogs and do you know why? Father with a smirk on his face says why is that? That's when The Shadow says we OWN the porch." You get to guess how it goes from there on in. I don't think I wanna guess. You've got too wicked a curve you've thrown in the past when I've been sittin' on the fast ball, sure I knew where you was takin' your stories.
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Post by texican on Jan 30, 2019 1:01:17 GMT -6
"Aaron: sir, we're not a couple of puppies trying to get up on the porch with the big dogs and do you know why? Father with a smirk on his face says why is that? That's when The Shadow says we OWN the porch." You get to guess how it goes from there on in.
So many paths are possible....
Guess we will have to wait....
WillC, hope you are doing ok....
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 30, 2019 21:57:39 GMT -6
Any thoughts of plantin' somebody in one of the stories who's an approximation of your Dad? Who knows, it might be somewhat cathartic. We already know that none of the smartassed kids in The Shadow could possibly've been based on you in your younger days.
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Post by willc453 on Jan 31, 2019 0:18:50 GMT -6
Any thoughts of plantin' somebody in one of the stories who's an approximation of your Dad? Who knows, it might be somewhat cathartic. We already know that none of the smartassed kids in The Shadow could possibly've been based on you in your younger days. Actually, wrote Dad up in Tale Of Two Brothers. This was when Ben was trying to realize he wasn't going crazy. Remember the part where he's inside Dads home and still thinking he's in a dream because his brother Dwayne had 3 eyes? So, what next? Zombies? So he got Dads shotgun ready to deal with what ever zombie comes thru Dads garage door and into the house. Then there's that part where his Dad slaps him for getting ready to shoot him, saying do you think you're dreaming now? And his Dad being murdered by Homeland Security later on.
However, looking at least one story with someone's of Dads age.....maybe a Ranger with explosive experience and later worked in mines after the war? Maybe in Italy because that's where my uncle (Moms side) died at Anzio. Which is why I'm named after him and Dads bud from his WW 2 Army days.
When Dad died, got several more shocks from brother in Florida. Cops came out, putting some things of Dads in a box like his wallet, etc. and REFUSED to give our sister who was there, a list of those items. Brother is contacting Dads lawyer about this. Dad's girlfriend (Dottry, 84) of the past 15-20 years died last year, something Dad never mentioned while I was there. Was shocked to find that his parrot or what ever it was had also died in 2016. He'd had it for 30 or so years as his wife got into raising a bunch of them in Homestead, before moving north of Tampa. Don White was our neighbor and lived behind us in Homestead, Florida in the early 60's. This was when Dad was still in the Air Force and later, retired. I knew Dons wife (Jean) had died, something I had heard about, but Don being dead was a new one. Was told he went to Jean's grave once a week, rain or shine. Also worked as a sheriff deputy's assistant or something like that for some time after she had died. From time to time, Dad would mention some of the people I knew as fathers/mothers in Homestead, along with buds he knew during his time in the Air Force. All dead. His uncle (mothers side) was a mechanic working on B-17's during WW 2 and lived to be 98, but he died. Bit by bit everyone he knew, died. He and Dottry used to play poker with a lot of widows and believe me, it was a cut throat game even though it was for pennies. Got the feeling more than one of them had died with Dad having no real social contact with anyone but brother and sister. When he was in his 70's, he refused to have another dog, having to put it down in his back yard due to old age. Said he didn't want to go thru that again. Had to do that to Simon (cancer) myself and knew how he felt. But still have Grizzly, something I never expected to happen.
Have NO idea when, where, how or why that story will be written. The list of living WW 2 vets gets smaller and smaller each month, many having done time in Korea. And those vets just from that time period are starting to go. Before too long, it's our turn....those who did their time in Vietnam. Not that I was there, but still in that same age bracket.
As to Dwayne, yes, I did start a story about him being Affected which is just into 6 pages long. However, he and Ben are opposites with their views towards life. As in Dwayne being a Obummer & Hildabeast die hard supporter. Remember when Ben slapped a wide load sign on the presidents wifes ass? You DON'T get Ben's respect automatically, no matter who you are. You EARN it. That's why he's always been in awe of Dancing Wind, Brainiac and others he's mentioned. And yes, that includes The Speedster and Hercules even though he's butted heads with them more than once, stories that I haven't written up yet. Just wish others would bring in more Affected stories. And remember how Ben & Dwayne were duking it out right after Ben got captured by Hercules?
As for me vs the boys....why I'd of been an outstanding boat carrier for the Catholic priest except for one thing. As soon as I enter ANY church, it's like there's a 3rd level sleep spell put on the entire building. I can NOT stay awake inside one, which is why I haven't been inside one in 20+ years? A boat carrier is the kid who carries that pot looking thing full of smoking incense for the priest in case you heathens didn't know. And there's 2 churches within 2 blocks of me...a Baptist and a Mormon one. About a mile away is the Catholic one.
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Post by texican on Jan 31, 2019 21:18:51 GMT -6
As soon as I enter ANY church, it's like there's a 3rd level sleep spell put on the entire building. I can NOT stay awake inside one, which is why I haven't been inside one in 20+ years?
WillC,
Many churches bring peace to ones soul with resultant sleep of the body, but the soul and mind still reap the benefits....
Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Jan 31, 2019 21:52:26 GMT -6
Thank you for the edification, sir.
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Post by texican on Feb 5, 2019 20:49:19 GMT -6
Hey WillC, we are mentally starving out here waiting for the boys' antics....Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Feb 6, 2019 2:36:19 GMT -6
Hey, have you been trying to hack into my pc or maybe you're also Affected with the ability to read minds? Got 2 stories for The 2nd American Revolution going on right now....part 4 is 3 pages, 5 is 1.5. One's a woman, the other a 13 year old boy. The boys are busy in a lot of things. Chapter 30 is 5 pages and thinking of putting some other stuff to bump it to the normal 8 or 9 so everyone gets their money worth. So I have been working on things like how things went AFTER meeting the girls fathers along with what I consider a big shocker. And no, not going to share that as I may decide not to do something in it and how about Kathleen going ballistic on The Shadow for something he did on the part I'll be keeping? As to when any of these stories will be posted, no idea yet but at least I started on The Shadow again.
Brother's been sick past month as in always throwing up any/everything he eats. He lost 20 pounds in 2 weeks. Ragging his ass about getting to the VA. We WERE suppose to go Monday, but it snowed then/yesterday and he doesn't like driving/being on snow/ice. Suppose to be good weather today, so hopefully....
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Post by texican on Feb 6, 2019 16:14:01 GMT -6
WillC,
We will wait patiently or is that impatiently for Moar....
Now, your brother needs to go to the VA to see if his condition can be diagnosed.... Your brother may be able to keep down a simple chicken soup for losing 20 pounds in two weeks is not healthy....
Prayers sent for you and your brother....
Texican....
Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Feb 6, 2019 17:40:32 GMT -6
The Shadow Chapter 30
Now with all this stuff happening, there was our weight loss and us being more or less exhausted most of the time. Got asked by the girls a couple of times to come over for a date but we begged off, something they didn't understand at the time. But when we finally did see them, they REALLY raised Cain and insisted on us staying there from Saturday morning till Sunday night when we had to get back for school and work. Kathleen and Tammy both threatened us with “DON'T make us come out there after you”. And no, we didn't do it either with the girls because we were that tired or just plain disinterested in anything but sleep. We'd wake up and the girls were on us to eat and in the beginning, neither of us couldn't eat more than two eggs for the entire day. The girls tried shaming us, telling us how hard they had worked making breakfast for us, but they were talking to themselves as we had fallen asleep at the kitchen table more than once after eating. Those two had a hard time getting me back to Kathleen's bed. Went on a couple of picnics, not that we ate much, but I remember how pleasant it was with my head in Kathleen's lap and sleeping. Well, that Sunday night we're going to take off feeling a little better than we had in a long time. We both apologized profusely in being like we had and we'd try to find some way to make it up to them. They said they understood, but wanted to see us at least one day during the weekend to make sure we were getting better and not burning ourselves out. We said we'd try and we did, but the girls weren't happy about this either.
When we got home, Aaron REALLY got on me for losing so much weight and I said, hey, let me get back to eating normally and things will be okay. He said no, led me to the bathroom and returned in a few minutes. Said look in the mirror, which I did and said so? Then he held a photo of us on our first day arriving here in town and in front of the college. I was shocked....the me in front of the mirror looked like someone just released from Dachau while me in the photo looked like some fat man in the circus. And Aaron... he was almost looking as bad. Said we needed to stop all this extra work we had been doing, meaning in the light and nothingness until we get back to some sort of normalcy. Did I realize our last few meals before seeing the girls was at McDonalds and other fast food places? I hadn't until he mentioned it. Well, that night we rented a cab (van type) and hit Safeway, spending almost three hundred dollars in food because our cupboards and fridge were almost literally bare. And remember, we had been eating some of the food we got from Harrison and giving a lot of it away. Then to Port Of Subs where we bought six, foot long subs (quadruple meat and cheese) with me eating two of them right in the store as soon as they were made up, then another after getting home and putting groceries away with the cab drivers help whom we tipped twenty dollars. Aaron ate one at the store, another at home. Three gallons of Arizona ice tea got drunk and that's with it watered down with water by fifty percent. Yeah, we were in that bad shape physically. It took us almost two months before we felt normal and I think what helped was going back to the gym to work out an hour several times a week. Of course, we didn't make it all the time, but we'd push each other into going most of the time and instead of using the light or nothingness, we took a cab. We got to thinking about the girls and somehow doing something to show how we appreciated them helping us out during this time.
With us being the way we were for awhile, we weren't up to any D&D games. Once we were back to normal more or less, it started with us making sure we played at Kathleen and Tammy's place at least every two months. Now we didn't DM all the time, but it was usually around fifty percent, maybe a little more because everyone knew they would have NO idea what was going to occur in our games which usually ended up taking several meetings to actually finish. There'd be the main adventure, but in case they got side tracked (wandering monsters usually), we'd have five other mini adventures for them to play, which sometimes was actually more fun than the main one. Think it was the fourth or fifth gaming session at their place after everyone had left, that we gave them a surprise of two drawings that Aaron had made and I had colored, with each drawing in a glass covered frame. They were done in oil paint on two canvases, each thirty-six by twenty four inches. We told them it was our way of thanking them for helping us like they did and they knew it wasn't about the sex we had with them from time to time. They cried and it took us a minute or two to realize they were crying because they were happy with our drawings. And no, no sex either. It was a way of at least trying to thank them.
Now the paintings are what we had the girls dressed in and yeah, fantasy stuff. But then all of us like playing D&D...... Thing is, when we went to pick them up from the framer, a customer who was there, offered us five hundred dollars for EACH of them. Which got us to thinking maybe we should do this, along with our modules. Now the faces you see here are NOT their faces obviously for security reasons. These two are the same ones we did except changing the faces and sold to that customer one thousand dollars. He had to pay for the framing.
Now we were starting on our third year at school, but this time we're not busting our balls working working for the FBI and Interpol, we went back to the book distribution center to work part time for two reasons. One, it gave us a cover. I mean, who's going to look for evil mutants working at a place like that? The other was still helping out at the music department. Life had returned to normal and was good. Christmas was great being home with the family and again, it was clothes for us and gift cards for our brothers and sisters. Our Dads got them too, though they were good at Home Depot because they were always fixing or building something. From Hawaii, we got our Moms two candles each, ones that looked like pineapples and the wax was colored so they did look like almost real pineapples.
Well, the girls asked what we were doing for New Years celebration and frankly, that was something we never thought of. They were going somewhere downtown to watch the fireworks with some friends and we looked at each other, with me saying how about something a little different? Original plans was to celebrate New Years Day going to Tokyo, London, New York City, Mexico City and Honolulu to watch the fireworks. This was possible because of the time differences in those places. As it was, almost didn't make it to those last three cities even with the time difference. We were in London when I heard 2 gun shots. I mean, by now we had heard more than one when the evil and wicked would shoot them off in the nothingness or on the street. The girls and Aaron heard them at which point I said gee, looks like someone's starting the new year celebration a little early with the girls laughing, but Aaron watched me as I simply disappeared into the nothingness by walking backwards a few steps via a walls shadow.
I quickly started checking the nearest shadows nearest me where I saw four guys dragging and carrying a girl in her teens down the darkened section of the subway or what they call the tube in their country. From another bit of the nothingness, there's a young man curled up who's obviously been shot and looks really bad. Lowered him into a bit of nothingness and now for the girl. Apparently the tube has work sections where workers can step into should a train be unexpectedly coming down the track or take a break in. I dropped the five of them into their own nothingness by eight feet which caused the four men to let go of the girl and then she went into the nothingness to be with the young man where I joined them. I made it so she could hear me and told her that I was a Metronome and why she could hear, but not see me. She started almost screaming about her shot boyfriend and I got REAL busy finding the nearest hospital which was a few miles away. Sorry, I never got used to using meters. Having found one, I put both of them in a darkened mens room and from under one of the beds in the emergency room, I shouted out that I was a Metronome and there was a shot man in the mens bathroom. Yeah, a nurse walking by heard me and didn't hesitate in calling out to everyone what I had just said and they ran like crazy to that mens room without hesitation with a gurney.
Off to the nothingness where my bat was at and this was when I got careless by not taking the bear spray to use on them first. They were jabbering away in some language, so I had no idea what they were saying. And even though they couldn't see or hear me, when I hit the fourth guy, he reacted so quickly that I got sliced along my ribs with his knife. Talk about pain. That's when I got out of there, then dropping each of them into their own bits of nothingness. Back to the hospital where I emptied and stole a bunch of gauze pads and tape from the inside of a drawer, then back to our place where I washed my ribs off, then applied the pads and tape. It wasn't a long (maybe eight inches?) or deep wound (thank God), but more than just some scratch. Changed my shirt and jacket, then hit that place in Germany for two beers and ice teas before rejoining everyone. Kathleen wanted to know where I had gone and I said thought you girls would like to have another beer ready to go when the fireworks start. Now Aaron looked at me and of course, he realized I had not only changed my shirt, but jacket too. I quickly shook my head no, something the girls didn't see. Well, everyone was having a good time when the fireworks went off in London, then it was New York City, Mexico City and Honolulu for the next thirty minutes or so total. The girls thanked us when we returned them home for such a great and most unusual New Years celebration. They asked if we'd like anything to eat, which we both politely declined, with Aaron saying we had do some studying before school started and of course, our jobs. Still, neither realized I had changed shirt or jacket. Got us back to our bathroom and right off the bat Aaron asks what happened, so I told him. He quickly got my jacket and shirt off at which point we both saw the blood soaked gauze pads and tape. Ended up going to the emergency room in another state where the wound was cleaned up and this time, the wound was correctly covered including the use of some kind of blood clotting spray used on it. Paid in cash for the thirty or so minutes we were there, costing me eight hundred dollars.....and every penny well spent.
Back home, Aaron REALLY goes off, saying no more screwing around with these sons of b*tches and yes, he used the b word, he was that mad. We talked it over and a few hours later, each one of them was dropped from the ceiling of the tube where the train operator (engineer) had NO time to stop from hitting them. Max speed for these things is twenty-one miles an hour with the the evil and wicked being bounced off the front of the subway engine, then being run over by the rest of the subway train. To be honest, we both felt sick on what we had done and really, really wished there had been some other way. Thing is, in talking it over we realized that upon the bobbies (cops in Britain) finding these guys in one or more of their cells, would keep them there for a bit, but unless they had warrants out on them, they'd be set free to prey again. So we came up with our own critical hit and fumble rule. If we caught you robbing someone, you went to a jail cell (fumble). But if you shot someone while robbing that person, we killed you (critical). It took some searching and it was Aaron who found the perfect two places. Did you know there are some REALLY big crocodiles in Australia? But they're even bigger in the salt marshes of Vietnam. Like twenty feet or more. Drop them from the shadow of a tree limb, they bounce a few times to make a loud splat in the water....which brought the crocks to them VERY quickly. Like Ben would later say in one of his blogs, we were trying to be ecology friendly as possible. We never bothered taking their pistols or wallets. Well, at first the BBC reported the four deaths as suicides...until the girl who was being taken to the darkened tube area saw their faces and quickly contacted and corrected BBC. Find out these four were originally from Somalia....you know, “refugees”.
Now being the way I was, talked with Stevie at the book distribution center and told him I had met a guy with a knife, but was able to get away. Of course, my productivity was way down and when someone made a snide remark about it, Stevie really jumped them about it and never mentioned why I was down. Didn't make the girls monthly D&D meeting that month, with Aaron coming up with some reason. But a few weeks later, asked if they'd like to have a game in a few days, which they enthusiastically agreed to. Of course, we got there before the other players showed up and both of them were right on us, making sure we had been eating right and not losing any more weight. We told them the truth about our eating habits and when everyone else showed up, had a great time. It was after everyone had left that the girls sprang a surprise on us. Oh boy. Now they tell Aaron to hit the play button on their computer when told to, then he was to sit on the couch with me. Well, he did and Egyptian style of music started playing which we thought was pretty good....but maybe within thirty seconds of it playing, here come the girls kind of running or trotting if you will, from their bedrooms, into the livingroom....BOTH dressed as belly dancers!!! I'm surprised neither of us had drool coming out of our mouths like some miniature Niagara Falls. They ended their dancing with them being in our laps all sweaty and smelling great. Asked what we thought of this....we gave them the best kiss a boy could give a girl. Well, we must of done something right because right after that, we're led by the girls their bedrooms, this time being a “little” different.
Tammy hit the play button on their computer on the way, with that belly dancing number starting to play again, but this time a bit lower and it had some sort of loop on it so it played twice as long. Ever hear of the Dance Of The Seven Veils? That's what Kathleen did for me and Tammy for Aaron. Of course she was NOT going to have me “help” her remove any of those veils. I got naked soon as possible and as it was, ripped two condoms trying to get them on....she's laughing at me when this happened AND saying it looks like someone's a little anxious. That is, until she saw my wound which was still a bit red. Oh boy, she went BALLISTIC! She got dressed and while doing so, SHOUTED for Tammy to get dressed and get in here RIGHT NOW! Of course, I'm getting my pants on asap, then my shirt and Kathleen rips it away from my hands, saying not this time buster. Tried covering my chest with the bed sheet and that too was ripped away. I even eyeballed her closet and that's when she says don't even think about it. Well, about two minutes later here comes Tammy with Aaron in tow wanting to know what was going on. Kathleen points at my chest, then says to Aaron explain this. No lies, no bullsh*t, would you believe cr*p either. Tammy asks again what's going on and Kathleen didn't hesitate in pulling my arms away from my chest where upon Tammy saw the scar and she turned to Aaron, saying you better start talking REAL fast.
We both got a shock when Kathleen says considering how we have a relationship with you boys, we have the RIGHT to know what happened....other wise, we're through!Aaron said remember what we told you about a little knowledge about us can be dangerous and both girls basically said the same thing: we know that you got into some deep sh*t dealing with the North Koreans, but that's all. It's like you two are policemen and we understand you don't want to talk about walking your beat where ever or what ever it is, but you close us out of something like this, you only want us for our company and sex. Aaron and I looked at each other, then he nodded, saying tell them. All of it. So I did, including dropping the four evil and wicked in front of the subway train. Kathleen asked if that was the ENTIRE story and when we both said yes, she had Tammy on the computer to check the news. Aaron told her to look under BBC news, which she did. A few minutes later, she comes back saying what they said checks out. Again, both of were surprised when they said I had done a good job in getting rid of those four like I had but from now on, ANY TIME either of us got hurt, we were to call them asap and we MEAN asap or face the consequences. And we want BOTH of you to get your sneaky a$$es to us IN PERSON so we can check you two out when this happens. We said okay because both of us got to really caring about the girls and it wasn't just about the loving we had been getting.
Well, when Kathleen mentioned North Korea, that got me to thinking and of course was NOT about to talk about this in front of the girls. But with Aaron knowing me, he KNEW I had that crazy DM idea look on my face, something the girls weren't really used to. Besides, since they hadn't asked...... Now since we put those missiles and planes on the dark side of the moon, wonder if it was possible to actually have a small place there? We had NO idea on what we'd need because the last thing we would want is to have an air leak because of something we hadn't thought of, with the two of us exploding like everyone does in the sci-fi movies. But if we could do that, why not Mars? I mean after all, NO ONE or any country had any kind of base on that planet. Maybe there were caves that didn't have access to the surface or if there were, could we some how block off the entrance so there'd be at least two airlocks needing to be open before gaining access to the surface. And not just Mars, but how about other planets in our universe? With all those stars, there had to be other planets circling them. We also would have to think about bugs....you know, germs like micro organisms. And what if, just what if we discovered alien artifacts or maybe an alien civilization itself, with “people”? Aaron said I was crazier than some politician saying he was honest....but grinned like the Cheshire cat me when he said it. Remember, the nothingness and the light are EVERYWHERE. So when we could, we started checking out on line the possibilities of us doing it. Which is why we bought another computer, having Hacker make it for us. Besides, we did have a whole bunch of money and the FBI and Interpol always having people they wanted caught which would help supplement our income.
--------------- Okay, here's 6 pages and haven't started 31 yet. Brother seems to be feeling better as he took off for Taco Bell and Dollar Tree. When we take off somewhere, usually call out asking if there was anything we wanted. In this case, got 2 tacos while he got I don't know how many. And how the hell can he eat that crap at Dollar Tree, I have No idea. So...was Ben the first to really colonize the moon/travel to other worlds? Music the girls danced to:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv2duk5nTLM
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Post by texican on Feb 6, 2019 19:50:33 GMT -6
WillC, Thanks for the chapter.... The boys need to be careful for the bad guys are bad and will do violent things that the boys will not expect, but the boys are learning quickly.... The boys need to keep the girls happy or the boys will not be happy.... Been that way since Eve was created.... Doesn't matter if it is a wife, your mother, sister, aunt, daughter, girl friend or just a friend, got to keep them happy or you will not be happy.... Remember: If mommy is not happy, no one is happy.... Glad your brother is feeling better.... Just how many tacos did your brother eat.... If your brother is eating this junk all the time, no wonder his system revolted.... Now, WillC are the following from your private stash of late night dalliances?.?.?.? Hhheeeemmmmmm.... Texican....
Ps: A blond and a red head.... Who could ask for moar....
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Post by willc453 on Feb 6, 2019 21:44:39 GMT -6
The boys are like a couple of untrained and clumsy puppies around girls/women. The girls got interested in them when they rescued them and everyone else at Hooters not long ago time wise. Being a few years older than them, they've had to deal with such guys when they were even younger than the boys are now. Adding to this, is they are outstanding DM's when playing D&D, something the girls have an interest in. They were a bit stunned when they found out what they had been up to when dealing with North Korea. Talk about a couple of clumsy bulls in a china shop. The girls realized that when The Shadow got hurt, they both needed more than girlfriends....how about keepers? You know, someone to watch over them like making sure they eat right, actually have interaction with others on a social basis? Now remember, with them being older I'm sure some of their friends tongues are wagging as no doubt they've seen the way the 4 of them have looked at each other pre & post game time. Will be writing that up in another chapter, just don't know when. Has anyone noticed neither has said the girls were now their girlfriends ala Annabelle/Ginger? Could be the boy are a bit gun shy about bringing this matter up considering how their first girlfriends turned out. And yeah, thinking of bringing those 2 back into the story. Just don't know when/where/how. The blonde is Aaron's girl, while the redhead is closer to auburn which is a reddish brown color than an actual redhead. But I liked the painting as is. Just haven't mentioned this in my story yet. Of course the relationships between the 4 is going to change further down the road. Checking out prices for NASA type space suits and costs.
Of course, guys are always asking is the grass greener on the other side of the fence? Damn right it is...when you don't have a ring thru your nose or on your finger. Reno/Sparks is a target rich environment so to speak when it comes to milf's and cougars. And when I say milf's, I'm talking about divorced women. I do have one rule with milf's with kids: NO sleepovers at their place. EVER. You might figure I'm a red pill guy.
As to brother, he's one cheap son of a bitch. At the end of the month, I MIGHT have $100 left from my social security check. But then I spend a lot on food. He mainly eats taco's and burrito's with the occasional pork chop. And EVERY month, he's saving money. He'll eat wings, but only when I ask him if he wants the family pack from Walmart. And yes, he pays me for them. As for me, it's ALWAYS wings as in 1 pack in the fridge, the other in the freezer. Medium/BIG cheeseburgers w/slices of raw onion and 2-4 potatoes as fries depending on the potatoes size. Most of the time just salt them, but from time to time live it up with ketchup & mustard on 'em. Knorr's Cajon rice & beans (with shredded cheddar cheese), Rice a Roni, steaks (got 2 London broil going to be devoured tonight & tomorrow), canned whole kernel corn, oyster stew, cream of mushroom soup, chicken noodle soup...well, you may get the idea my cupboards, freezer & fridge are stuffed with food. Thing is, when doing wings, Rice a Roni, etc. kind of things, call out if he wants any. And until recently, he's NEVER turned me down.
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Post by texican on Feb 7, 2019 13:19:35 GMT -6
WillC, Great insights.... The boys are learning and two good looking mature keepers would definitely help them.... Now most inexperienced guys think that sex is the main ingredient for females to hook a guy, but the experienced mature guys know that it is food that makes the catch.... Guys needs to eat at least two to three times a day and have an occasional snack.... Now guys think they need sex as often as they can even when it has been proven that guys can survive for days, weeks, months and even years without sex and still live, maybe not as well as they would like, but they will get by.... (Remember your teenage and young man years.) You have to have food to live.... Sex is not required to live, irrespective of what you think, but definitely makes life better.... Medium/BIG cheeseburgers w/slices of raw onion and 2-4 potatoes as fries depending on the potatoes size. Most of the time just salt them, but from time to time live it up with ketchup & mustard on 'em.Mustard is my go to for sandwiches, but ketchup and mustard on fries is pretty sick.... Picante sauce on fires works as does hot sauce mixed in ketchup and black pepper saturated ketchup.... Don't eat fries the way I once did, but still occasionally do.... Had seafood melody grilled in a skillet with butter and broccoli with a side can of black eyed peas with bacon bits and hot sauce.... The better half did the melody and broccoli and I did the black eyed peas and yes I did eat the whole can of bacon bits and black eyed peas....
Buy bacon by the 10# box and fry up and put in the frig and freezer, so much easier to fix breakfast without having to cook bacon each morning.... Breakfast at 11:33 am this morning (semi-retired) was a handful of bacon, three easy over soft fried farm fresh eggs in butter placed over a slice of bread and then the eggs cut up so the yokes and eggs ooze into the bread.... Heated the bacon and bread in the microwave before adding the eggs.... Eat this several times a week, the other days eat leftovers for breakfast to keep the frig from becoming to crowded.... Store bought eggs come in a far second place to fresh eggs from our chicken pen.... God gave us 2,000 to 4,000 taste buds so we can enjoy the food that he provides to us and sometimes we enjoy food too much....
Since I have been grown for multiple decades, my best no fat weight was in the 230's (6-3) and now in the 260's.... Once hit just over 300#'s and 48 waist pants and decided that was to much and worked it down.... Was food and not beer which I will have one every blue moon or so.... Prefer bourbon and now have with diet coke due to reducing sugar.... Agree with President Trump, diet coke is good....
Currently working on 2018 taxes and should have finished today.... Another task down and thousands more to be done.... God bless you and yours and keep on writing. Texican....
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Post by 9idrr on Feb 7, 2019 21:49:52 GMT -6
"The boys are like a couple of untrained and clumsy puppies around girls/women." And what makes you think that I might not still be the same way around sweet young thangs? I think my boss's gonna get out the "Danger/Wet Floors" sign again this spring when the cuties come in in their tank tops and halters, since I don't seem to be able to stop droolin' on the counter. I still like lookin' at 'em as much as I did fifty or sixty years ago, and can still get just as distracted.
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Post by willc453 on Feb 7, 2019 22:26:44 GMT -6
This one's going to cover a couple of things. Last chapter/part of Conservative vs Liberal is just over a page long. See what I can do to finish off that story within (hopefully) a week. If I start another, sure as heck won't post it until it's complete.
Checked/found that I haven't added anything to Tale of Two Brothers since August of last year?! Got all of 3 sentences started on that series. See what I can do on what Ben's been up to, with him leaving that town in Colorado. And haven't touched Dwayne's (Ben's brother also Affected)in a couple of YEARS. He has an entirely different perspective of Ben and what he's (Ben) been up to during those 7 years. Hoping I can limit it to 6-8 pages.
As to that retired action/superhero actor, not even going to work on it. Which is okay, because already got the plot outlined submitted in the plot section of this website. No reason someone else can't pick up that ball and run with it. And yes, know what's going to happen in my story on that one.
For past week have spent a lot of time on a website which offers free 3D printer programs. Earlier today, got denied access to downloading stuff because I had exceeded the daily limit for this. As in about 4-5 times during the week. Started downloading a lot of animal stuff. Male/female deer, moose, birds, turtles, etc. Pretty sure I got 1,000+ programs down loaded in the last month or so. Slowly coming out of my funk about Dad and after setting things up in the livingroom, get stuff out of the kitchen and start modeling again.
Well, would love to stay and chat some more, but the aroma of a 1.24 pound London broil is wafting thru my livingroom.
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Post by texican on Feb 8, 2019 1:48:53 GMT -6
"The boys are like a couple of untrained and clumsy puppies around girls/women." And what makes you think that I might not still be the same way around sweet young thangs? I think my boss's gonna get out the "Danger/Wet Floors" sign again this spring when the cuties come in in their tank tops and halters, since I don't seem to be able to stop droolin' on the counter. I still like lookin' at 'em as much as I did fifty or sixty years ago, and can still get just as distracted. 9idr, That will get you labeled as a dirty old man even if all you are doing is looking and that makes you a member of a very big club: "Old Men Looking at Pretty Young Women".... Welcome to the club.... When the wife catches me, she not so politely tells me with a dig in my ribs to close my mouth and pull my tongue back in.... Texican....
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Post by texican on Feb 8, 2019 1:53:34 GMT -6
Slowly coming out of my funk about Dad and after setting things up in the livingroom, get stuff out of the kitchen and start modeling again. That is great WillC.... Time helps to heal.... Nothing like a nice steak to cause one to cease all activity except eating.... Texican....
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Post by willc453 on Feb 8, 2019 3:05:29 GMT -6
That will get you labeled as a dirty old man even if all you are doing is looking and that makes you a member of a very big club: "Old Men Looking at Pretty Young Women".... Welcome to the club.... When the wife catches me, she not so politely tells me with a dig in my ribs to close my mouth and pull my tongue back in.... Texican.... ---------------------------------- Sounds like you have a very civilized wife.....imagine if she carried a shiv with her all the time, using that instead of her elbow?
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