A New Day, A New You part 9 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 9

... in from and I’m immediately shown to a van by a man in a suit with a badge and off into the night without a word. Ben is driving, I like Ben, he doesn’t speak unless he needs to and I sit quietly thinking on what the next move will be. No cameras, no log statement as to my presence in the cell, evidence is being wiped as we speak by one of Guy’s connections. We’re back at the house and I am greeted by woman who causes me some apprehension, Guy’s mother. “You are hurt mister,” she states and I have to let her take a look at me in the kitchen. She holds up my hand and removes a tooth from under the skin in between my knuckles, I honestly didn’t feel it. I don’t usually feel the strikes I land on a target but this is new, she bandages it and gives me the tooth to hold onto in case I need it. I pause with it and head up to the room my sister is residing in while working on what she is doing. I quietly enter her room to see her looking at masks, I know what she asked for from Guy and he gave it to her but she will be alone in this and without immediate back up and I’m not allowed there at all. I move behind her and place a hand on her shoulder which causes her to pause. “You don’t usually touch me first, what happened,” Wilma asks quietly. I take the tooth and put it in her hand, I watch as she quietly observes it with wonder and an odd fascination. She moves from her spot at the desk and goes to her bag before putting it inside a small plastic baggie she was keeping. “When did ...

... you decide to start taking souvenirs,” Wilma asks before seeing my hand and turning angry,” Who tended to you? Who touched you instead of me?” “Guy’s mother,” I quietly reply and she calms down a lot. “Well she’s okay but we have to talk about something,” she says sitting down in her chair as I take a seat on the bed,” You need to give me a timeline.” “For what,” I ask not fully understanding the question. “When are we having a baby,” Wilma asks and I sigh, it’s not easy for me dealing with her. “I don’t know, I still have a lot of things I’m working on,” I inform Wilma. “Like fucking what? You bought a house and all you do is cut wood in that work shop and hammer things all day,” Wilma says a little upset with me and my answer. “Remember the hole in the kitchen floor the first year, then you went away with Guy to work and came back with it fixed,” I ask her and she nods,” I built the support and fixed the floor.” “You redid the kitchen,” Wilma asks a little shocked. “Yes, while you’re in your room working on ways to get me to give you a baby I’ve been rebuilding our home,” I tell her a bit agitated with her now,” You keep walking around dressing like a whore while I’m trying to build something for the first time in my life.” “You’ve been doing all the repairs around the house? When the hell did you learn to build anything,” Wilma asks with a healthy level of doubt. “Jail, they teach you trade skills in jail and considering I spent more time in jail than you did in the asylum I ...