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Darwins
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Username: Darwins

Post Number: 67
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Monday, May 23, 2005 - 06:31 pm:   Edit Post

Part 1 The End of the Begining?

It was hot. Shirt sticking, temper fraying, dog snapping kind of hot, and if I had been a dog, I would have bitten your leg off and come back for the other one!

I sat in the jeep and I sweated – which I had been doing for the last forty minutes and by now I was passed being pissed off, I was murderous, and I wasn’t particularly fussy who it was who got the privilege of being the brunt of my anger.

Why was I sitting baking in the sun in this god forsaken heat, when I should have been sitting in my air conditioned office where everything ran like clockwork to my say so? Because SHE had bitched about my never taking time off, never had time for fun things, that the spark was gone etc etc etbloodycetra. So I rearrange important meetings bring in temps I don’t need just to take the time for a weekend by the sea with her friends who I can’t stand.

And where was the object of my undying affection? Christ only knows, all I knew for certain was that she wasn’t here, where she was supposed to be, when she was supposed to be!! Although it was a pointless speculation I wondered what would have happened in the office if anyone had kept me waiting this long – it was a pointless speculation because I knew that not one of them would dare to.

Oh don’t misunderstand me, I’m not a tyrant (at least I don’t think so) but they do what they are told without question, and, generally, it is a very happy place to work. Well, about as happy as it can be when most of the staff are women and in competition with each other for God knows who and God knows what.

For about the one millionth time I wondered why I could not get my home life to run as smoothly as my office. In my office, or come to think of it, any place I had ever worked, I never had to shout, I just asked and it got done. And, if I looked at them with that supposed “look” I have, it got done pronto!

But at home, Christ it was like world war thirty bloody three every day. Nothing was ever right, nothing was good enough, why couldn’t we do this or that, or why didn’t we have what so in so had. It just went on and on like some broken record. How I stopped from throttling her on occasions was beyond me – I knew that if she was a man she would have been it the casualty department on a daily basis.

I knew it wasn’t just the heat that was shredding what little I had left of my self control, it was the nagging thought of spending the whole weekend with a nagging shrew, that took any and every opportunity to show me up in front of company. I sighed heavily, “something has got to be done” I thought “and soon or else I can see me swinging for her”.

If she had been one of the girls in the office it would have been one warning, then out the door thank you miss, but the truth was one warning was all it ever took, and apart from them all taking time off to seemingly produce vast quantities of babies no one ever left.

“Babies” the word exploded from my mind and out through clenched teeth. THAT was another major bone of contention. First she did then she didn’t.

Sadly, I knew that come Monday morning, if nothing else had come to enlighten me then I would keep the appointment I had tentatively made with my lawyer earlier. I would file for divorce, pay whatever it cost me and walk away, a bit bruised, ego battered but hopefully not too bitter.

I leant back on the headrest, the shades barely keeping pace with the glare from the overhead sun. I closed my eyes and drifted back for the hundredth time trying to pin point exactly what, or where or when, in the five years we had been together that it had started to go wrong.

I had come to the States already successful in a modest way in my profession, and although I didn’t often say so I was good at it – dam good. As it turned out I didn’t need to, as they say, actions speak louder than words, and my actions spoke for me very loudly. A small group of businessmen had approached me with a proposition – to start a company, with me as chief cook bottle washer and all, and they would front the capital and take a stake in the company. I, with the arrogance of youth jumped in with both feet and the rest, as they say, is history.

God were it that simple! I worked like a dog, if there had been thirty-six hours in a day that was what I would have worked – and some days it felt like I had. Jan answered my add for a personal assistant, and I hired her on the spot, no references, no interview, nothing. I think the only question I asked was, “can you make coffee?”

She worked alongside me and the business gradually grew, in fact it raced. And the more it grew the closer we became, it wasn’t one of those mad passionate love at first sight deals you hear about, but rather that realisation that instead of having to be together because of the business, we wanted to be together. In fact we didn’t want to be apart.

I met her parents and she met mine, and everyone was happy – even her mother who got over our ten-year age gap was happy – eventually. We did the traditional marriage day thing and she looked absolutely stunning, but then I guess every groom thinks his bride looks stunning. Perhaps its something about a wedding day that brings the best out of women.

We settled down in a small house – not quite in the good part of town, but not in the bad part either, and got on with life. The physical part of our relationship was ok –not anything any porno producer would ever want to film, but satisfying.

“satisfying”, I rolled the word around on my tongue: “be honest with yourself at least mate, it’s crap, and it always has been”. While not exactly a virgin when we had married, Jan was not very experienced either, and our lovemaking before the marriage had quite often been a hurried affair at the end of a tiring day. She would never stay the night, nor spend a weekend with me, afraid of her parents or her church or the neighbours – or something I was never sure quite what.

I consoled myself that it would be better once we were married and had more time, perhaps then I could get her to relax, and show her what sex could really be like between two people who loved each other. I must have been an eternal optimist in a former life – or done something really bad, because boy was I wrong! Now, I’m no Casanova, but I’ve been around the block a few times and know what women like, and say so myself, I do know how to please them and get them coming back for more of the same.

I thought that with patience, I could teach Jan how to enjoy her body and that sex between lovers was a glorious, heady, sweaty messy, wonderful physical act that brought people closer together. Well, there’s the rub – sweaty and messy – Jan didn’t do either! And that’s when I found out that you just can’t teach what a person doesn’t want to learn.

Twice a week became once, then once a fortnight, then once a month. With the business expanding I suppose I just turned away from what seemed a failure and concentrated on what was successful in my life. The business became my life I suppose, and the office my family.

“Family” I mused – the first big row. It had happened after a Sunday visit with her parents, grandparents et al. “when are we going to hear the pitter patter of tiny feet, you had enough practice when’s the event” etc natural enough questions from a family anxious to become grandparents. I returned the sometimes ribald comments with some of my own and just said “soon” I noticed the frown on her face, but put it down to the somewhat “blue” nature of the comments from her siblings. I had realised that she was somewhat prudish in the office but did not pay it too much attention. I should have.

In the care on the way home she launched herself at me almost before we had left the driveway. What right did I have to tell them it would be soon it was her decision not mine, and to make fun of her in front of the family as if she were some prize sow. I must have looked like the traditional village idiot, mouth open stunned look on my face, as the tirade went on and on. Most I just tuned out, but I heard the words and tuned back in sharply, “anyway babies are messy and they spoil your figure, and we are NOT having any and that’s and end to it.”

Like I said Jan does not do messy. I guess I should have known, but I was stunned and we drove home in silence for the rest of the way. Me, grinding my teeth in frustration, she with a small smile on her face.

Sitting there in the heat, I realised that that had been a fundamental point in our marriage – the point where I had lost any semblance of control and respect. I think I had always known it, but I’d buried the hurt and the sorrow that if I wanted to stay with this woman I loved I would not become a father.

Of course I knew that my own parents – much older than Jan’s, waited with bated breath for that phone call that would announce their impending grandhood. It wasn’t that they didn’t have any grandchildren to bounce around on their knee, my sister had a brood of four, or was it five, you loose track, but I was the eldest, the first born and while it was never said in words, the reproachful silences said it all.

I wondered how my grandfather would have dealt with this. Five feet nothing in his socks, one hundred pounds soaking wet, he was a feisty irascible old man, who had seen through the charade we put up for visitors.

Thinking back to his visit drew a chuckle from me even in that heat. He had stood out on the back porch of the new (and bigger) house our new wealth and status had provided, and proceeded to tell me how he would have done it in his day. Talking around the ever-present pipe, his face screwed up into a ferocious frown he pointed his finger at me, “ what you need son is to be the man, you need to have the knickers of yon madam and give her backside a dam good tanning then take her into the bedroom and give her a dam good shagging. That’s what I did with your gran when she acted up”.

At the mention of my grandmothers name his face lost the fierce scowl and the hurt at her loss filled his face, “come to think of it” he went on more to himself than me “she often acted up for no good reason that I could ever see” his eyes took on that far away look and his face so deeply lined softened as he smiled “God she was a dam fine woman –dam fine” I felt the lump in my throat as I watched his life with my grandmother flow across his face. In the fifty years they had been together my little Irish gramma had fought, hissed, spit, kicked, bit and loved this old man desperately. God how I wanted some of that, the love, the passion.

I remember the shocked padre recounting her last words as she gripped my grandfathers hand, “I’ll be waiting for you you old bastard and when you come there better not have been any tarts in my bed”. And then her soft final words “I love you my darling” I felt myself tightening up at the memory.

The mood was broken by the shrewish voice of Jan rounding on my grandfather from the doorway. “That’s quite enough of that dirty talk old man, I won’t stand for that kind of language in my house” she advanced to stand over him, the ten inch advantage in her height, and the determined look on her face making her formidable.

Granddad? Well – and here I did begin to smile – well he just put his hands on his hips gripped the pipe tighter in his jaw and stared up at her. The stance was that of a belligerent fighter but the voice was soft, silky smooth, and hard as iron.

“Are you talking to me young lady? Is that the way your parents brought you up to speak to your elders and betters? Have you no manners at all my girl?”

With each sentence he took a step towards Jan, and with each sentence she took a step back. She could not meet his eyes and looked away at me and I was surprised at the uncertainty in her eyes.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you young lady” but she could not, “I’ve a dam good mind to take you over my knee and spank some manners into you” He dropped his hand to the worn old belt that I had seen him wear forever. It was too much for Jan, she squealed and ran into the house, shouting over her shoulder, “touch me and I’ll have you arrested. I want you out of my house in the morning”

Gramps just put his hands back on his hips and roared, it was a deep evil belly laugh – and god how I envied this knar led old man. Something nagged at me, and I knew I shouldn’t ask – but I had to.

“Erm Gramps, you didn’t use that on gramma did you” I asked motioning to the belt now partially undone. He looked at me with a kind of shocked horror on his face “Good God no lad, what do you think I am?” but then he chuckled “but it always got her attention”

Granddad left the next day – and so did I.

Then there was the reconciliation (at her families insistence) a month of penitence on her part then back to the same old same old.

And so here we are sitting in the sun waiting for a shrew, who, although I knew I still loved, I really didn’t like.

“Well are you going to sit there daydreaming all day? We are going to be late”

I gritted my teeth, turned the key hit the gears and barrelled off down the road. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the down turned mouth and the look of disapproval on her face, “Oh shit” I thought “its going to be one of those weekends”


Part 2 An Interesting Weekend

coming to your screens shortly.
I'm a king bee baby Buzzing round your hive
we can make honey baby if you let me come inside
Come on babe lets buzzzzz a while.
(Rolling Stones)
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Wolfie
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Post Number: 180
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Monday, May 23, 2005 - 07:07 pm:   Edit Post

OMG, I dont think I can wait for part 2! This is wonderful sweetie, I was captured from the very first. I especially loved the part with Grandad, very sentimental and evocative.

Hurry please, before I explode with the anticipation!
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 279
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 08:00 am:   Edit Post

Truly brillant, Steve, and right on target. (So to speak!)
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Opal
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Post Number: 15
Registered: 04-2005
Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 09:18 am:   Edit Post

Great Story! Please hurry with part two I can't wait to find out what happens next-I know what I am rooting for.
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Pagan
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Post Number: 26
Registered: 05-2005
Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 11:19 am:   Edit Post

Oh, I love this. Great start. Now, about part 2???
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Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature

Post Number: 93
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Tuesday, May 24, 2005 - 03:45 pm:   Edit Post

Excellent first chapter waiting patiently for the next........... installment
Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)

Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Smartnnaughty
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Post Number: 36
Registered: 05-2005
Posted on Wednesday, May 25, 2005 - 10:56 pm:   Edit Post

Great story but how come it is always the fault of us bottoms?

I am starting to think that bottoms make all the mistakes and tops are perfect. I just may need to reconsider which side I'm on!

Okay, how long until part 2?
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Katy_spankwish
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Post Number: 5
Registered: 05-2005
Posted on Monday, May 30, 2005 - 10:33 pm:   Edit Post

Great build up Sir.
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 496
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Thursday, June 09, 2005 - 09:38 am:   Edit Post

23rd of May, and it is now 9th of June. No pressure, Darwins....but what happens next?!? Take your time, but hurry up already, we are all waiting for that "weekend" to arrive.
"Queen of Innocence""
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Opal
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Post Number: 19
Registered: 04-2005
Posted on Wednesday, July 06, 2005 - 07:21 pm:   Edit Post

I've been trying to wait patiently for the Part 2 of Becoming the Man...do you know how hard it is for a brat to be PATIENT! PLLLLEEEEAAASSSEEE may we have the Part 2 if it doesn't come soon I see a very big pout and tantrum in my future
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 721
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Wednesday, July 06, 2005 - 07:49 pm:   Edit Post

23rd of May, 9th of June and now 6th of July!!!!!
tap, tap, tap on the floor
"Queen of Innocence"

"oooooo", she says!!
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Wolfie
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Post Number: 221
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Wednesday, July 06, 2005 - 08:13 pm:   Edit Post

LOL Hang on Ladies, work has kept him from writing. I will remind him the patience of brats is not very long...but their memories ARE! *grin*
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Fanny
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Post Number: 722
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Thursday, July 07, 2005 - 11:11 am:   Edit Post

Thank you Wolfie, darling.
"Queen of Innocence"

"oooooo", she says!!
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Darwins
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Username: Darwins

Post Number: 69
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 05:46 pm:   Edit Post

ok ok ok its comming sheesh already xxxxx
I'm a king bee baby Buzzing round your hive
we can make honey baby if you let me come inside
Come on babe lets buzzzzz a while.
(Rolling Stones)
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Smartnnaughty
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Post Number: 178
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 07:20 pm:   Edit Post

THANK YOU!
Sassy Sassy Sassy
No one can be as Sassy as me!
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 772
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 07:28 pm:   Edit Post

My goodness Darwins, all the sheeshing at your post number 69. One would think you would be happy in that position.
"Queen of Innocence"

"oooooo", she says!!
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Bethie
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Post Number: 283
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Sunday, July 10, 2005 - 09:42 pm:   Edit Post

rofl You're too funny, Fanny!

Yeah, c'mon Darwins! I'm waiting...
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Wolfie
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Post Number: 225
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 12:41 am:   Edit Post

Keep at him ladies!
wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 783
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 09:23 am:   Edit Post

Don't make me fly over there to get that story from you, Darwins, cos you know I will.
"Queen of Innocence"

If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!

"oooooo", she says!!
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Wolfie
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Post Number: 227
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Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 10:24 am:   Edit Post


wolfie loves Steve more than anything else in the whole world...even more than chocolate and lobster!
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Darwins
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Username: Darwins

Post Number: 70
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 02:17 pm:   Edit Post

***** WARNING TO ALL THOSE WITH A SENSITIVE DISPOSITION *******


Part 2 of this story will be released shortly. The Author warns you that it contains graphic scenes of a sexual and BDSM nature.

The Author takes no responsibility for any nightmares, wet dreams or soggy nickers this may cause.

I'm a king bee baby Buzzing round your hive
we can make honey baby if you let me come inside
Come on babe lets buzzzzz a while.
(Rolling Stones)
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Naughtybynature
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Username: Naughtybynature

Post Number: 97
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 02:24 pm:   Edit Post


Did is a word of achievement, Won't is a word of retreat, Might is a word of bereavement, Can't is a word of defeat, Ought is a word of duty, Try is a word of each hour, Will is a word of beauty, Can is a word of power.
*(Unknown Author)

Don't take life so seriously.....it isn't permanent
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Fanny
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 788
Registered: 05-2005


Posted on Tuesday, July 12, 2005 - 02:25 pm:   Edit Post

oh my....I can take all the graphic sex you can dish out and then some, but I thought you said no S&M? Are we talking hard core here?
"Queen of Innocence"

If you can't be a good example, be a horrible warning!

"oooooo", she says!!
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Beachley
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Username: Beachley

Post Number: 85
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Monday, July 18, 2005 - 09:19 pm:   Edit Post

Oh goody - I just read part one -- wonderful by the way. Now I can go to part two and I don't have to wait.
The Spice of Life is having my OWN WAY!! A spanking would be nice.

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