February Sucks - Jim's had Enough - Sex Stories

February Sucks - Jim's had Enough

February Sucks- Jim's Had Enough

This is a re-submission. I made a mistake. (I do. Sorry.) it slipped past my editor. I fired him. It won't happen again. All on me. Again, I'm sorry.

A special thanks to Fidium. If you don't know who they are, they convinced us to ditch our cable company and sign with their brand new fiber optic service. BINGO!! They screwed it up and five days later, after no internet or television, We are functional again. Thank GOD my wife can still talk. At least, I think we did. She didn't say much, but managed to wake up every morning, alive, so....

That was sarcasm, folks. Sorry. The Bear was pissed off. Okay, I'm finished.

All homage to George Anderson. I never though I would write this one, but I'd had enough, too.

I know, I know, more February Sucks. I tend to get sick of them, too. Not the premise, just the number of them. And all too often, it results in: 1) Reuniting, or 2) judicial death for Jim. The Bear likes happy endings and this will be no exception. I just read "Unexpected Promotion-Feb. Sucks" by funperson969. Excellent story, and I loved it. Not quite up to "February Sucks My Way", by Omegaman56. One of my all-time favorites. But pretty freaking close. Sorry, but I believe in white or black, yes or no, right or wrong. And that is the problem.

Anyway, the Bear figured out what was wrong with the whole story. With kudos to all preceding authors, this is my version. Thermonuclear, (at least I hope), in its resolution, ...

... THIS is how it should be. And lest any of my distaff readers take exception, you might want to read my story- "May Sucks-Happy Mother's Day, Bastard". I Do believe in fair play. Thank you for reading. Enjoy. OH, and -Happy Valentines Day. This starts just after Linda has left. We all know what happened and most of what was said. So here goes. No need to rehash. THIS is what should have happened.

Enjoy, please.

Jim looked around. No Linda. But she only went to the bathroom! Where the fuck was she? It all started to come together. He hit #2 on speed dial and Linda's smiling face came up and it went right to voicemail. So! That's how it was, huh? Well, two can play at this game. He speed dialed his father and when his dad's voice started with, "Hey son, how's it goi...." he cut him off and told him everything.

Then,-

"You know who Mrs. Porter is, right, Dad? I need you and Mom to go there, right now, and get the kids, bring them home to YOUR house, and keep them till this shit is settled. Then call LW and have him call me. Fill him in on what I just told you. Do this for me, dad. I got everything else covered."

'I hoped.'

Silence. Then, "O.K., son. Just be careful." He hung up.

Then I hit 911 and waited.

"911, what is your emergency?"

I told the operator everything- my name, location, her name, and what I believed happened. I deliberately referred to asshole as some 'scum-sucking football player.' She assured me two units in the area were on their ...