I woke up the next morning with a cup of coffee on the bedside table and the newspaper at the foot of the bed. “Strange,” I told myself. Leesha was already up and usually on Sundays I was the earliest. She was strange. It was just after eight o’clock. Not too early, but not too late either. I got up, slipped into my bathrobe, tucked the paper under my arm, and headed for the stairs, sipping my coffee.
“Good morning, sleepy head.” Leesha said looking a little embarrassed by the whole thing. “I’m sorry about last night baby.” He came closer to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I don’t know if it was the wine, or the sun, or both. I just couldn’t keep my eyes open.”
“It’s okay baby. I watched TV and went to bed.” I sidestepped the “Are girls still sleeping?” I was looking out the back window
She came to me with the coffee pot to fill my cup. “I do not know. I’m going to find out.” He placed the coffee pot on a small table by the back door and went down to the guest cabin.
I saw her slide open the door and disappear inside just as the phone rang. “Hi,” I said into the receiver.
“Hi boss, sorry to call so early.” It was Don.
“No problem. I was already awake. So what’s the matter?” I said, hoping he’d keep it short and sweet.
“Well, we’re coming to get Alex. Is he awake?” He almost seemed rushed, or like something was wrong.
“I don’t know, Leesha came down to see if there was any movement.” I looked in the direction of the little house and all four women were heading home. “Wait a minute Don, they woke up and headed home. You can wait a second, I’ll give the phone to Alex.
“Ok boy.” He answered.
“Alex, your dad is on the phone.” I called as the back door opened.
“Ok Uncle Mark.” She jumped into her t-shirt and I realized she had nothing on except her bikini bottoms. She smiled at me as she picked up the phone.
“Hi Dad…Ok…But…I can’t stay here you guys will be gone all day and I’ll have to change and…Uncle Mark?” she said in that sexy schoolgirl distress.
“Yes.” I replied through my newspaper.
“My parents have to go into town today to meet some friends. Would it be okay if I stayed here with Sally while they’re gone? He had that pleading, bewildered puppy look on his face. I secretly wondered if these girls knew what this did to me.
I looked in Misha’s direction for approval and she nodded. “Sure baby. However, I don’t think we are doing anything. You might get bored.”
“I think I’ll be fine.” She giggled a bit as she put the phone back to her ear. “She said it’s okay, Dad… Okay… Sure she’s here. He wants to talk to you.” She said as she handed me the phone.
“Are you sure it’s not a trouble mate?” He asked me.
“Yeah, I’m sure, no problem. Call us when you’re about to come back and we can get her things ready.”
“Ok mate, we will. I’ll see you later.” He looked somewhat relieved as if he didn’t want her with them anyway.
I hit the end button on my phone and placed it on the table. “Ok honey, you’re ours for today.” I announced. Both she and Sally started jumping up and down with joy.
“Well we have to get home.” Patty said. He was sitting next to Mandy, both of them already dressed.
“Thanks for letting us hang over you guys.” Mandy said gathering her small package of bathing suit and towel. They went around saying goodbye to the other two girls, then to my wife and me.
“Yeah,” Patty said as she passed me, “I had a great time.” He winked at me as he walked out the door.
I smiled and adjusted my robe, hoping my cock didn’t become visibly erect as I was reminded of the previous nights events.
Breakfast was served and showers and the girls went back out to the pool to sunbathe.
After a while, Leesha came down the stairs to announce that she was on her way to Grandma’s house. “This is my weekend to hang out with her. I shouldn’t be gone too long.” He kissed me as he passed. “There’s chili in the freezer, or you can go outside or something.”
“We’ll be fine.” I said, “I think I can handle two teenage girls.”
Leesha walked out the front door of the house and before long I heard the garage door open, the Cadillac screeching to life and then it was quiet again. “I think I’ll go swimming too.” I said to myself, glancing out the back sliding glass door at the two cuties sitting by the pool.
Leesha had just left the alley. She looked in the rearview mirror as if to make sure she wasn’t being followed. She took her cell phone from her purse and put it in the glove compartment. He reached into the center console and picked up another phone. She pressed number one for speed dial and pressed TALK. She nervously listened to first one sound, then two. Finally, on the third call, a man answered.
“Hello?” said the voice.
“Hello handsome.” Leesha said seductively. “I’m on my way. Are you ready for me?”
“Baby, I’m always ready for you. What is your pleasure today? A bit of romance, or maybe something erotic, maybe a bit of slavery?”
“Oh Franco, you know I just love your accent.” Leesha was already rubbing her inner thighs in anticipation. “It’s driving me crazy.”
“Oui, my dear, drive and be safe. I’ll be here when you get here and I have something special to tell you.” Franco said.
“Ok, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” She hit the end button and tried to focus on her driving.
Leesha met Franco about two years ago while working at a bookstore that sold rare and collectible editions. Franco had come trying to find a certain volume and it happened. He seduced her right there in her office with just his eyes. A short time later, one meeting, then two, and then it became every other Sunday for the last eighteen months. She still loved her husband, but the spark had gone out of their lives.
She felt he didn’t have the passion or desire to keep up with her, and of course, after her weekends with Franco, she wasn’t in much of a mood for anything other than a quickie to keep her husband from getting suspicious. .
She negotiated the final curves up the hill where Franco lived, then hurried the Caddy on its way. He was waiting for her at the door of his expensive apartment.
She got out of the car and walked over to where Franco was sitting in his bathrobe. She kissed him passionately as her hands found their way into his robe. He reached out and found what he was looking for. His member was already semi-erect and she squeezed it gently. “Looks like I’m overdressed.” She commented breaking the kiss and sliding past him through the door.
Once inside, he grabbed her from behind, scooping her into his arms and headed upstairs. She was like a feather in his arms, she felt safe and sexy and lustful. Once they entered the upstairs loft, he gently laid her on the bed, stood up, and removed his robe.
His penis, now erect, stood erect for nearly four inches. He knelt before her on the bed and removed her shoes one by one, kissing and caressing each foot as he put them back on. He lightly kissed his way up her calves, gently rubbing the muscles as he went. She laid her head on the pillow and shivered at the attention her French lover was giving her. He gently lifted her short skirt up and discovered that she had no panties on.
Her hairless, dripping pussy, which had already given him so much pleasure in the past, stared at him, opening slightly, eagerly awaiting her lover’s touch. He hooked his fingers around the waist of her skirt and slowly pulled it off her expectant body. She lifted her upper body and removed her shirt, then lay back, completely exposed. Her nipples were hard and tingling and her pussy was burning.
He continued his assault on her upper thighs as he gently spread her legs. His hands reached past her pubic bone and rested on her abdomen. She spread her legs wide to let him handle her. His mouth reached her steaming hole. He let his tongue dance around her sensitive labia, his hands reaching out to touch her taut breasts.
Leesha was breathing hard now waiting for the next move. She felt his tongue dip inside her wet pussy. That was all it took and he felt the first shivers of orgasm begin to rip through his body. Her scythes were burning and her mind was reeling as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her.
Her steaming cloth erupted in orgasm and the sweet, steamy liquid poured out. Franco licked her clit and swallowed and did his best to catch all the female ejaculation that spewed down her face and chin. Her body began to relax as the massive orgasm subsided.
Franco moved his kisses to her stomach, then to each juicy breast, paying particular attention to each prominent nipple, sending shockwaves through Leesha’s body. The tip of his massive member slammed into her swollen clit, almost bringing her to the brink of eruption again. Franco looked into his lover’s eyes and rammed his throbbing cock into her dripping pussy to the hilt. Leesha screamed at the invasion but ground her hips into his for maximum penetration.
“Fuck me baby, fuck me hard.” Leesha pleaded. “I want your cock, all of it.”
Franco started a rhythm of long shots. He started with a slow pull, then a hard throw. Leesha met his thrusts with her own, raking her nails over his back and strong buttocks.
Franco felt his balls tighten and knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. He picked up his pace and was slamming his meat into her hard enough to get her over the bed.
“Yes baby how about me.” Leesha chanted feeling her own orgasm. “Cum for me baby. I want it all, fill me up.” Leesha felt the first wave of pleasure deep in her abdomen. Franco thrust one last time and moaned loudly as his seed burst deep into her cavity. Leesha couldn’t hold back anymore and burst into orgasm at the same time holding Franco tightly to her.
They stood still for a while, not wanting to move and interrupt the ecstasy that was enveloping them. Finally, Franco breathed, pushed his cock further if possible. Leesha jumped at the renewed pleasure. Finally he collapsed on top of her and their sweaty bodies settled as one.
A short while later, Franco rolled off of Leesha and they lay side by side in the afterglow. “Leesha, my dear, I told you I had some news for you.” Franco began.
“Mmm, whatever my love. Tell me anything.” Leesha cooed.
“My work here in America is nearly done, and I shall return to France.”
“When do you have to leave?” Leesha asked, some concern in her voice.
“Next month. I will begin the moving process. My replacement will be coming in two weeks to begin training. I just found out last week.” He turned to her and cupped her now sorrowful face with his hand.
Leesha was torn inside. She had fallen in love with Franco. It had become her only reason for living in the last few weeks after her sister’s death. He had become her confidant, her rock. Leesha started crying. “Oh baby, I can’t believe this is happening.”
Franco wiped away his tears. “I want you to come with me.” he escaped. “I want to take you back to my house in the Alps. I will take care of you mi amore.”
Leesha looked deep into Franco’s eyes. “How about my husband.” She replied. “I couldn’t get up and leave quickly. He wouldn’t understand. He would hate me. I would hate myself.” She was talking more to herself than Franco at this point. “I couldn’t, could I?” She went back and forth with herself for what seemed like an eternity. “What would I say to him?” Now he was planning a response. She had made up her mind.
Leesha and Franco made love again, then he took a shower. She tried to let the fear and agony she felt wash away. He didn’t know how, but he wanted, no, he had to go to France with Franco. She loved him. As she left Franco’s apartment, she reached into the glove compartment for her cell phone. The light blinked, and on the screen he saw “missed call”.
After Leesha left, I went upstairs and put on my bathing suit. I grabbed the cordless phone as I walked out the door and headed for the pool. Alex and Sally were lying on some of the many sunbeds around the pool enjoying the sun. I chose a chair on the other side of the pool and put on my dark glasses to shield my eyes from the sun and make sure I couldn’t see what I was looking at.
I watched the girls lay in the sun, recalling the events of the previous night. They were so young, and so vibrant, so alive. The word young was what stuck in my mind. They were just kids and given the events with Sally a few weeks ago, and with Alex the night before, that made me a bully. I started seeing visions of handcuffs, police, and jail. What had I done?
The sound of the phone ringing snapped me out of my self-loathing. “Hello.” I answered.
“Brand?” She was Leesha’s grandmother.
“Hey grandma, how’s it going?” I shouted into the phone. Grandma is eighty-four years old and starting to lose her faculties, but her mind is still sharp.
“Not very good here. Is Leesha there?” She looked a little flustered.
“Uh, no grandma, it should be there.”
“Oh wait a minute, I have another phone call. Bye.” And Grandma hung up.
“That’s strange.” I said out loud to myself. I dialed Leesha’s mobile number. He rang four times and it went to voicemail. I didn’t leave a message. Her phone going to voicemail told me she wasn’t where she said she was. I just hoped he was okay.
I got up from my chair and walked back into the house. I changed out of my bathing suit into some jeans and a t-shirt. I went back to the pool and told Sally I’d be right back.
“Everything is OK?” She asked me.
“Yes honey, it’s okay, I have something to do. I will be back soon.”
“Ok, see you when you get back.” She replied.
“Guys, don’t stay here too long, the sun is hot today.” I said as I walked back into the house.
I grabbed my keys from the desk and headed for the garage. I backed up my old pickup truck and headed down the cobblestone driveway. Once headed for Grandma’s house, I kept my eyes peeled for any signs of disturbance along the sides of the road. I pulled out my cell phone and called the sheriff’s non-emergency line and asked if there had been any reported accidents along state road ninety-seven. The dispatcher assured me there was none.
“Where could it be?” I wondered to myself, thinking the worst.
I got to grandma’s house and to my surprise, Carla’s car was in the driveway. I got out of the truck and jumped up the front porch steps. Out of breath, I knocked on the front door.
“Is Leesha here?” I asked Carla when the door opened.
“No Mark, this is not her weekend. I have not seen it.”
“Isn’t this her weekend?” I sounded perplexed.
“No, her weekend was last weekend. Charles pulls one, I pull two, and Leesha pulls the other.” Carla began to look worried. “Mark, what’s wrong?”
“I thought Leesha had two weekends a month?” Now I was wondering why Leesha would lie about this.
“No. Where’s Mark?” Carla was getting worried now.
“I do not know.” I said. “But, I will find out. Sorry to bother you guys. Say hello to grandma for me, will you?” I jumped back up the steps and climbed back into the truck.
I didn’t know where else to look or what she could do. How long had she only had a weekend? Why was he lying to me?
I got home, threw my keys back on the desk and saw the girls huddled on the couch watching TV.
“Is anyone calling?” I asked. I was pretty sure what the answer was.
“No, no one. Have you finished everything?”
I sat there looking in the direction of the TV but not really seeing it. I was lost in thought where my wife was and what she was doing and even with whom.
“Uncle Mark?” Sally whistled to get my attention.
“Uh… Yeah… What?” I stammered.
“Are you done with everything?” He asked me again.
“Uh, yes honey, I’m done.” I said as I walked back to my desk.
I sat down in my office chair and turned on my laptop. I logged in and verified my bank account. Everything was still there, as it should have been. I checked my work email, my personal email. There has been nothing from her recently. I looked at my watch and she had been gone for just over three hours. I was puzzled. I didn’t know what happened to her or where she was. Knowing the schedule with her grandmother was unsettling.
“I’ll find out soon enough when he gets home. If he gets home.” I thought.
The rest of the afternoon passed uneventfully. Don and Brenda came and picked Alex up around five thirty. I made some chicken for dinner and Sally and I ate. At about half past seven, Sally told me she was tired and was going to her room to read and probably fall asleep. Leesha should be home at eight fifteen or so.
Right at fifteen past eight, just as she had done every time she had to stay with her grandmother, I heard Caddy come up the road. I got up from my desk and went to the garage door through the kitchen to meet her. I opened the door and saw her checking herself in the mirror. She turned her head and her face turned white when she saw me.
I walked out the door and let it close behind me. Leesha turned off the Cadillac’s engine and got out.
“How’s Grandma?” I asked.
“It is very good. Food of one thing or another, as usual. What are you doing?” He asked me, tilting his head up for a kiss.
I stood up and looked at her. “I know you weren’t at Grandma’s today Leesha.” I almost yelled at her. “Where the hell have you been?” He lowered his head and took a step away from me.
“We have to talk.” She said pushing past me as she entered the house.
She placed her purse on the kitchen counter and turned. “I’ve fallen in love with someone Mark.” The news hit me like a brick.
I sat down at the kitchen table with a thud. I put my elbows on the table and my face in my hands. “The Frenchman at the bookstore?” I asked.
“Did you know about that?” She looked shocked.
I really didn’t know she had taken it, but I knew there was an attraction there. “I do now.” I said. “How long has this been going on?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.
“About two months ago, I left the bookstore.” He had his head down in shame. “He makes me happy Mark. Not that you don’t, just in different ways.” She looked at me with a tear running down her face. “You hate me now, don’t you?”
“I got up from the table and walked in her direction. “I don’t hate you, baby.” I managed to say without yelling at her. I put my arms around her and hugged her. He gripped my back tightly and let out a loud sigh. I lowered my head and whispered in his ear. “You can take the car, just get the hell out of my house tonight.”
I said it very calmly. I didn’t scream, I didn’t scream. I hugged her tightly, then released her, and walked out of the kitchen. I stopped just before entering my office. “Get some clothes, for now, the lawyers can figure out the rest later. Goodbye Leesha.” I walked into my home office and closed the door.
A few minutes later, he opened my office door. I was sitting at my desk, looking at my laptop, doing nothing. “I said goodbye to Sally. I didn’t go into much detail. But I told him we would talk later. I’ll send for her when I get where I’m going, if you want.”
“We’ll be fine.” I told him. “We’ll deal with all of that with the rest of the stuff. Can you close the door on your way out?” I said quite coldly.
She didn’t answer, just left with the suitcase rolling behind her.
I sat at my desk, thinking about what had just happened. My wife had just left me for another man. A flurry of emotions surged through me. I was angry, I was very angry. I was also injured. I knew things between us weren’t perfect, but I thought she was much happier with me than that.
I was confused, what did I do wrong? I was successful, I stayed in shape, I was loving and I took care of her. Or at least I thought I did. I started crying. Tears were streaming down my face. I was so sure of us. We were going to be together forever. I don’t know how long I sat there thinking. “What did I do wrong?” I looked up at the ceiling as if asking God.
“You did nothing wrong.” It was Sally’s voice.
I tried to compose myself. “How long were you there?” I asked, sniffing and reaching for a tissue.
“Recently.” He approached my desk. “I don’t want to go to France, Uncle Mark.” She said walking over to the back of my chair.
“France?” I looked over my shoulder just as she hugged me from behind. “Who said anything about France?”
“Aunt Leesha said she would send for me when she settled in France.” He put his head down on my shoulder. “She tried to tell me that I would like this guy Franco. I already don’t like him because he hurt you. Don’t make me go Uncle Mark. Please?”
“Nobody’s going to France, dear, well, accept your Aunt Leesha.” I put my hand on hers. “We’ll be fine.” I said, trying to convince myself more than her.
“I know we will.” He kissed my cheek. “I’m going back to bed if you don’t want to talk?” She asked.
“No honey, I’ll be fine. I have a few things to do for work tomorrow and I need to attend to other things. “Night dear.” I tried to gather my resolve for the next task. Sally came out of the den and I got to work.
I opened my banking website and noticed that Leesha had stopped by an ATM on her way out of the house. She took out the limit, four hundred dollars, then stopped to get gas for her car. I clicked the “Transfer Button” and transferred all but one thousand dollars from my checking account into a non-joint account I set up for gifts and anything else I didn’t want someone else to have access to.
The thousand dollars I left there was so she wouldn’t suspect I emptied the account and also to make sure she didn’t empty the account herself. I figured he’d get half of everything anyway, but I didn’t want him to take it right now. I had my doubts whether he would delete the account or not, but I didn’t know anything about this guy Franco. Once I was pretty sure I had secured my finances, I headed upstairs to bed.
I woke up the next morning with the alarm clock buzzing. Out of habit, I quickly walked around the bed to hit the snooze button, then crawled back into bed and turned back, looking for Leesha. To my surprise, there was someone there. The shape slid up behind me in a spoon shape and put an arm around my waist. I woke up with a start and turned to see Sally lying next to me. I got up quickly and put on my robe. The movement I made woke her up.
“Good morning.” she said sleepily.
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing what I was seeing. She was wearing a nightgown with Mickey Mouse on the front. She took off the covers. “What are you doing here?” I asked, trying to control my embarrassment.
“I had a bad dream so I came here to sleep with you.” He looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. “You will not get mad will you?”
“Just wake me up and tell me next time so I can get dressed.” I directed. “You are not a child anymore. It’s not good to sleep with a forty-year-old man.”
“OK sorry.” She begged. “I won’t do it again. I was just scared, that’s all.” He got out of bed and walked out of the bedroom.
Then the thought hit me. I put my hand on my forehead. “What am I going to do with Sally?” I have wondered. Leesha was usually at home, so I didn’t even think that someone would be here to stay with her. He was sixteen, but still. She didn’t really have friends or anything to do all day, but think of things that would probably get her in trouble. I think I should stay home from work.
I reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed Alan’s number. “Morning Bean.” I said.
“What the hell is wrong with you? You look like shit.” I realized he was in his car, probably on his way to work.
“The story is long and painful my friend and I really don’t want to get into it now.” I let out a sigh. “Is anyone coming to town in the next few days? I mean anyone important.”
“Not that I know the friend. Is everything ok?” He looked worried.
“No, not really, I’ll have to leave the office for a few days. Can you take my calls and tell me about something important that’s going on? I answered.
There was a pause. “Sure mate, I’ll take care of everything. You just consider yourself on vacation. You need something?”
“Just a little while and well…” I stopped my sentence short. I really didn’t want to get into it right then, and I knew that if my best friend thought I needed him, he’d rush in right away. Then nothing would be done at work. “I’ll be fine my friend. Thanks a lot. I owe you one.”
“Oh crap, what are friends for? I will take care of him.” It calmed me down.
I hung up the phone and sat on the bed. I didn’t know if I should go up and make the world disappear or if I should dress up and find a lawyer for the impending divorce. I decided I should probably stand up and face the facts. Leesha was going to divorce me and there was nothing I could do to stop her. What’s done is done.
I changed into some shorts and a golf shirt and went downstairs. Sally was sitting at the kitchen table looking at a grapefruit.
“Hey kid, good news. I’m staying at home today.” I put my hand on her back and kissed the top of her head.
“I didn’t mean to upset you this morning.” He was almost crying.
“Oh honey, you didn’t make me angry. I just didn’t expect it, that’s all.” I sat in the chair across from her. “Look kid, all this Leesha stuff is driving me crazy right now.” I put my hand under her chin and made her look at me. “I’ll be fine and back to normal before you know it. I didn’t mean to jump on you this morning.” I wiped a tear from her eye.
“I just don’t know what’s going to happen to me.” She started crying. “My mother died, then Aunt Leesha drags you along. She’s moving to France, and I don’t want to go to France.” He put his head back.
I walked over to the seat next to her and put my arm around her shoulder. “I don’t think anyone can make you go to France if you don’t want to. I’m going to call my lawyer today and try to make sure you don’t have to.”
“I want to stay here with you. I feel safe here.” She wrapped her arms around me and leaned on my shoulder.
“Then this will happen.” I smiled at him and wiped a tear from his face. “Eat, then get dressed and we’ll be out of here for a while. I have some errands to run and maybe we need to go to the lawyer’s office, so don’t put anything too short, ok?” I giggled trying to sound cheerful even though I just wanted to scream.
“O.K.” She wiped her face and started eating the grapefruit in front of her.
I went to my den and looked up my lawyer’s phone number in my Rolodex. I looked at the clock. “Ten past nine, he should be there by now.” I picked up the phone and dialed the number. “Shut up?” I said. “Mark Davis here.”
“Hey Mark, long time no see. What are you doing?” He asked.
“I’m probably going to need your help. Leesha is divorcing me.”
“Oh no, I hate to hear that.” he said in a caring tone.
“Well, things happen.” I said, “But I have a little complication. I took custody of our niece. She is the daughter of the late Leesha’s sister. Leesha wants to take her to France with her, but she doesn’t want to go.” I tried to keep it short for him knowing how busy he is.
“How old is the niece?” He didn’t even flinch. Perhaps this would not be so difficult.
“She’s sixteen. He really wants to stay here with me.” I saw Sally coming down the stairs and motioned her into the den.
“Hmm… Okay, I have some ideas. Can you come to the office today?” he finally said.
“Sure. We’ll both be there. Thanks Chet.” I said, feeling a little relieved that it wouldn’t be as big of a deal as I thought.
“Don’t thank me yet my friend. Wait until you get the bill.” He laughed.
“I can not wait.” I scoffed.
“I’m here all day, so anytime is good for me.”
“Ok Chet, we’ll be there shortly. Bye now.” I hung up the phone and looked at Sally standing in front of me.
“Good news?” She asked.
“Maybe, Chet is working on it. He says he has some ideas.” I got up and walked around the desk. “It’s a nice outfit.” I mentioned, walking past her. “Let me put on my shoes and let’s go.”
I glanced back at Sally, who was still facing me. She really had a perfect ass in those shorts. I put on my shoes and got my keys.
We got into the truck and started the engine as the garage door opened. I backed out of the garage and headed into town.
It took almost an hour to get to Chet’s office and we were both quiet most of the way. I pulled the truck into a parking spot outside the massive office building and put a few coins in the parking meter. Once on the thirty-fourth floor, I found Chet’s office without a problem.
“Hi Stacy.” I exclaimed.
“Mark, long time no see.” He got up and walked around the desk to hug me.
“Not since the big deal with G.E. huh? It’s been a while.” I broke the hug and put my hand on the small of Sally’s back. “Stacy, this is Sally, my niece. Sally, this is Stacy.
Once the introductions were complete. Stacy motioned us into Chet’s office “He’ll be right in. Talk to one of the partners.” He sat down at the desk again. “Nice to meet you, Sally.” She said as she picked up the ringing phone.
Chet walked in a few minutes later. “Mark, old friend. How are you?” he held out his hand and we hugged. “She must be your niece?” he said already holding out his hand.
“Yes, this is Sally.” I presented
“Alright sit down guys.” He turned around his desk and sat down in his chair. “I have some questions. When you guys took over guardianship, did you sign or did Leesha sign, or both?”
My face lit up because I knew where he was going with it. “I signed it. Leesha wasn’t even there.”
Chet looked directly at Sally. “There ya go pretty lady.” He pointed in my direction. “You’re all his, legally.” He clasped his hands in triumph. “Next problem?”
Sally smiled widely, and moved to the edge of her seat. “Just like that? I don’t have to go with Leesha to France?” It was the first time I’d ever heard her use Leesha’s name without putting “Aunt” in front of it.
“Not if you don’t want to. Now if this thing goes to court, the judge will ask you where you want to go. You’re sixteen, and that makes you old enough to make the decision.” He put his feet on his desk. “Now if Leesha pushes the issue, I’ll argue that your Uncle Mark here, has sole guardianship, and in this state, that is indisputable if only one party signs the guardianship document.”
Chet looked rather proud of himself and put his hands behind his head. “There’s also emancipation if that falls through.”
“What is that?” Sally asked.
Chet began to explain. “Since your folks died, and basically left you without parents, and you’re now sixteen years old. In this state, you can be what’s called emancipated. This means that legally, you’d be an adult. Now there are some pros and cons to this, so we really only want to do that if it’s necessary.”
Sally simply nodded her head and sat back in her chair, satisfied that she didn’t have to go to France.
“Sally, could you give your Uncle Mark and me a few minutes please?” Chet asked. “There’s a soda machine down the hall. Stacy can show you where it is.”
Sally nodded her head and stood up. “Sure. I can do that. I’ll just wait outside until you’re done.” She touched me on the shoulder as she went past.
Chet grabbed a stack of papers on his desk, and tossed them in my direction. “Leesha’s already been busy.” He said, pointing to the papers. “These were faxed over about fifteen minutes before you got here.”
I picked up the stack of papers, and saw “DAVIS VS. DAVIS” typed across the top. “She already filed?” I asked amazed.
“Yes.” Chet said leaning back in his chair. “I gotta call her lawyer, but it looks like she’s not asking for anything.” He winked at me.
“Nothing?” I asked back.
“According to all of this, she wants to be let back into the house, escorted if you wish, to get her clothes and a few mementos, and that’s it.”
“This Franco fuck must be loaded if she doesn’t want anything.” I commented flipping through the pages. “Can you call her lawyer now?” I tossed the stack back in his direction. “Could this be over today?”
“For all practical purposes, yes. That is, of course, if there aren’t any problems where Sally’s concerned. She wasn’t mentioned in the papers, and Leesha’s already signed them. It’ll take a day or two to get things through the courts, but yea, it will be over.”
“Call him.” I directed. “Let’s get this over with.”
I heard Chet talking with her attorney. He said yes, and no a lot, and at one point gave me the thumbs up sign. He talked briefly about Sally, and then winked at me.
“Ok, I’ll let him know that she’s going to come over.” He made the ok sign with his thumb and forefinger, and covered up the phone.
“Can she go over there now and get her stuff?” He asked me. I gave him the ok for her to do that. There really wasn’t anything there that I wanted that couldn’t be replaced She could have just about everything, just not all of my money, and not Sally.
“You too. If only they were all this easy.” He tossed the papers back in my direction, then handed me a pen. “He’s signing them now, and I’ll fax you copies, and have a courier drop them off at your office.” He hung up the phone. “Dirt bag.” He mumbled under his breath.
I signed the papers, and gave them back to him. “What was said about Sally?”
“She was in the office, and told her lawyer that she would only take her if she wanted to go with her, but she wasn’t going to force her.”
“So that’s it?” I questioned, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be that easy to get divorced after eight years of marriage. “We’re divorced?”
“Welcome to the land of irreconcilable differences.” He said getting up with the papers. He left the office momentarily “Sally, you can come back in now dear, we’re done.” I heard him say. Sally followed him into the office. “You guys go out and celebrate, or whatever and I’ll get you copies in the mail once I get the final decree. Leesha is headed to the house now, so you may want to be gone for a few hours, unless, you’re worried about what she might take.”
“I’m not worried about it. Believe it or not, I still trust her.” I managed a little smile, as the gravity of what had happened today sunk in. “You ready kiddo?” I asked Sally. She grabbed hold of my hand, and we left the office.
Once we were back in the pickup, she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “What was that for?” I turned towards her and asked.
She smiled, and gave me another kiss on the lips. “The first one was for wanting me.”
“And the second?” I asked putting the truck in reverse.
“The second was for WANTING me.” She bit her bottom lip, then scooted over into the center of the seat to be closer to me.