February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday - Sex Stories

February Sucks: Tommy's Birthday

... abode for all these years. He wondered not for the first time how he would adjust to being on the outside.

All his possessions were in two boxes at his feet. He had put on the street clothes Tommy had brought him at his last visit. All that remained was for him to be escorted out the gate. Tommy and Dave would be driving him to the airport and then be with him for the flight home. Home, now there was a word whose meaning had changed for him. These gray walls had never been home, even though he had adorned them with pictures of his kids, and later their spouses, and finally grandchildren. Now those pictures were lovingly packed in those two boxes.

Linda had promised that she hadn't changed the house much, he would be coming home to a house that looked pretty much as he last seen it all those years ago. They had discussed living arrangements recently when news of his commutation was confirmed. Jim was unsure of what to expect, or how he'd react to living with Linda again. They agreed that he could have the second bedroom while they figured out what was going to happen.

Jim chuckled at the thought that he was not the same man who'd entered the prison. No, he was much older, hopefully wiser and for sure a whole lot more relaxed. It had taken him years to come to terms with what had put him behind bars. Time and distance had dimmed those events; the emotion had long since faded. He had not so much forgiven Linda as he had relegated the experience into something that had ...

... happened long, long ago.

He smiled at the thought of Linda, how kooky she had become. Now a grandmother, still his wife - she'd never filed for divorce. None of his previous experience of living with her was going to be much of a guide. They had grown comfortable with each other on those monthly visits. They had shared whatever they could of his family's life on the outside. But he did feel very much like a spectator. He'd have to go slowly; it had been a long time. None of the prison routines would be appropriate back home. Yes, home; his real home.

He settled into his seat on the airplane. Everything was so modern; his eyes were filled with the spectacle of so many people, so many things to see on the outside. He only took a diet soft drink; he wanted to remain clear headed. Besides, going without alcohol all these years meant he had no tolerance any more.

"So, Tommy what have you got planned for when we get home. I hope you haven't got some giant party with half the RLT from all over the state."

"Well Dad, we did buy out all the balloons in the area and the brass band did cost a pretty penny. So no, we didn't go too much over the top."

Dave just grunted and took another sip of his highball.

Jim was in a reflective mood. Looking back on his journey to this moment, the early years in prison, Dave dragging him out of his funk with getting the Foundation up and running. Then working remotely with Dave to build a program, he was so grateful that the Warden had ...