A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... who ask me why I’m not at my mother’s and I explain what happened before letting Mom know I’m alright and doing things my way which gets me some praise but to let her know sooner. I’m about to find a blanket and catch up on sleep when I hear a loud van pull up and wake myself up as Jackie comes through the door and sees me, not what she expected. “You’re not supposed to be here,” She says looking around,” Where is Barbara?” “I paid the girl and sent her home, I can take care of my godson,” I tell Jackie standing up. She looks good, she was always curvy and a little dirty when we were younger but now she’s a full woman. Dirty brown hair used to be curly is straightened and done in a ponytail, her formerly pear shaped figure is now a bit more hourglass and clad in her traditional patched jacket with her Union label for Family and another one that says ‘Bank’. I smile and note she got some new duties from the Old Man. I know she’s sizing me up but her expression is not a ‘happy to see me’ one. “I told Simmons to take you to your mother’s house,” Jackie says looking around,” Did someone cook dinner?” “Yes I made spaghetti and saved you a plate. And I’m not doing anything till I know what has my wives so spooked that they send me down here blind to see you, which is nice, but nobody will tell me what the fuck is going on,” I reply getting her plate and heating it up. “It’s complicated but I need you to help me with something,” Jackie says sitting down and pauses to wait for me to ...

... bring her a plate,” It’s Steven.” Steven, I remember putting a gun in his hand and nearly killing his ass but he did one thing smart in his life and gave it back. I sent him to college and his family to give Jackie some space but when I thought the fucker would come back and do right by my friend he brought his new wife. Shit head set up shop on the other side of the state and filed for his rights as a parent. He lost thankfully but Jackie was soft on him and they worked out a personal visitation schedule. Technically I have more right to John than he does. Jackie knows I’m mad at him and have been since John started talking. “Steven is in trouble,” I ask giving her the plate of food and leaning against the counter. “It’s bad Guy, I mean really bad,” she tells me not eating. “Of course it’s bad, he deserves it,” I state and she tries to stop me,” No he brought that little girl around to John’s birthday and didn’t bother to tell the girl that they were siblings. When John tried to be nice to her, the wife shut him down and they left. Maybe you can let that slide but I’m not known for forgiveness.” “I know but he needs help,” Jackie says still not touching her plate. “Eat first, then we talk while I figure out how I’m going to either say no or keep from beating his ass,” I state before heading into the living room. Steven in trouble, well boo fucking hoo. What kills me is that Jackie of all people calls me and convinces my wives to send me down to fix whatever is bothering poor ...