The Family BBC - Chapter 7 - Sex Stories

The Family BBC - Chapter 7

... you?"

"This is Mr. Jones, Ridley." I intercepted. He's a neighbor from a few blocks away.

"Why is he here?"

Leland handled the question before I could chose a lie. "Well, I been a bit lonely lately, since my wife died. Your mom's been very kind to me for a little while now, and today she let me visit. I won't get in the way of your fun. I just 'preciate having some company, specially at a party. I brought you a present."

Oh shit. "You don't have to do that, Leland." I spoke more assertively than usual to him.

"It's nothing special, but it'd be rude not to have a gift for the birthday boy."

"That's right, Mom!" Ridley was never far from asserting his independence.

The old black reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a not too poorly wrapped gift. It was a small box about the size of a paperback book. "Here, but don't open it until later." Leland's tone deepened. "It'd be rude to open it before your other presents."

"I guess." My son accepted the gift and the stranger's advice with greater willingness than when I lectured.

"Leland, can I fix you a drink? We can talk in the living room." George sounded almost self-possessed. He too felt a parent's instinct to protect his children. It was my bad luck that his instinct to protect his wife wasn't as strong.

"I'll have a beer, George. I'll take it outside, thank you, and call me Mr. Jones. 'Preciate it." He put a hand on my shoulder from behind, as if to tell my husband that his wife might ...

... suffer for his impoliteness."

I broke the room's growing tension. "Ridley, I'll put this present with your others, but we'll save it for last.", I didn't say, or another day. He let me have the small package.

"Ridley, huh?" Leland put the hand on my shoulder, to his chin. "Do kids tease you about that being girl's name?"

"Leland, it's also a boy's name-" I began but before I could mention a famous Ridley like the director, Ridley Scott, he had already brushed me aside, verbally.

"Let the boy answer. Did you ever ask him that?"

I couldn't admit to my failure in that regard. My son's head drooped a little. "Sometimes, but I don't care about those dum dums."

"How about if I call you Rider then?" Leland's grin lit up the room and darkened George's and my hearts.

"OH!" Ridley's eyes widened. "Uh, I guess." He downplayed the cool name that this maybe not so bad of a stranger had offered.

Leland strode up to George and took his beer. "Thanks." He headed out back. "See you around, Rider."

My husband and I both wanted to warn our son about the demon among us, but what can you tell a fourteen year old that won't make him curious to learn what made Mr. Jones a dangerous person?

Not sure of what next to do, Ridley unwrapped his second mochi treat and ate it.

To take George's mind off our troubles, I suggested. "Let's finish the decorations." I went into the living room and blew up balloons. When his father joined me, our son thought that was cool and helped ...