“All in all, it was fun. I enjoyed my time and met many nice women. Most were older, but that makes sense as they have the money. A few were cute enough to date, but they seemed too engrossed with my body to notice that I can speak.”
Sophia buts in, “Try having large breasts; it’s the same thing.”
Vickie shoots her mother down, “I got big boobs as well. Sure, they’re not as nice as yours. However, once you say something, guys snap out of it. With Bill, some were in a trance; they were lost looking at him and forget to talk. When I dated him, some women saw me on his arm and ignored me as if they looked much better. Some were, but it was frustrating at how infatuated they were.”
Mom turns the conversation sideways, “You need a girlfriend, and you need to get married. Once women know you’re married, we can be mean and more defensive.”
I don’t like this conversation. I’m not ready to date again; Vickie is still too raw, and I am incapable of loving a new woman.
Everyone else wants to say something, but I stop them all, “NO!” They’re startled at my venom. “I am in no mood for dating. I’m still physically healing from the last one and mentally healing from the one before.”
Everyone knows I mean Vickie; I won’t say her name.
Sophia adds, “This isn’t healthy for you.”
She looks between mom and Jane. Fuck, I don’t need this shit.
I yell out in my commanding voice, “RICH! Pull over now! Right here.”
As Rich starts moving a lane over and slowing down, each woman is talking over the other. I don’t hear a thing. As the limo stops, I jump out, push the body back in the limo that wanted out, and close the door. I start jogging home. It’s 12:30 at night, I mean morning. The limo follows me until I cut through a park.
It’s probably not a good idea to be out this late, but this will help clear my head. It’s only five miles. I have jogged this far and back several times. My arm still hurts some, and I would not be good in a fight, but they pissed me off. Maybe I am better off dead. With a very sour mood, I pick up my pace. I doubt any thugs can keep up with my pace very long.
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Connie’s point of view:
I am frustrated, “Well, that did not go well.”
Jane adds, “You think?”
Sophia says, “I had no idea the pain still lingers so much.”
Jane rubs it in, “Vickie did quite the number on him. He’s an alpha male, and she tried to break him. Stringing him up, stripping him, then family and co-workers are there to see him. Why are you surprised at the amount of humiliation he endures still? I agreed to help you out, but I don’t see this working. He hurts too much; I don’t think anything will work. You fucked up so bad, I don’t see a way to fix it.”
Jane asks, “Should we be doing this? I see nothing but more pain and humiliation for Bill. Why are we even bothering?”
I can’t believe my daughter is so heartless. Vickie is in tears and unable to defend herself. Sophia is about to say something, but I cut her off.
I look crossly at Sophia, “Hey. I tried to help you much more than I originally wanted to. I think Vickie is one of the few women that aren’t impressed with his wealth and genuinely loves him, and I believe that he loves her as well. The issue holding him back is his lack of trust. After the stunt she pulled, there is no way he ever trusts her again.”
Vickie grins wide at me as she has just had an idea. It must be; I just shot the old plan to pieces.
Vickie is proud of herself. Her head is up high, and the confidence is back in her eye.