An adult stories – I'm not Angry Anymore by JimBob44,JimBob44 Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.
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“Joey I’m not angry anymore…angry anymore…angry anymore,” the woman’s voice trailed off.
“Well Concrete Blonde, you’re a better person than I,” Jimmy Schoenberger said as he knotted his tie.
“Oh, I bet you do,” he said as ‘I Touch Myself’ by Divinyls played. “Damn, Spot, you playing some good ones today.
“And…jinxed it; should have kept my mouth shut,” Jimmy muttered as ‘The Sign’ by Ace of Base started. “On a Nineties thing today, huh?”
“You ready? Is Daddy’s baby girl ready?” Jimmy said as he scooped Guinevere from her crib.
Guinevere giggled and cooed as Daddy gnawed on her belly. Of course, right before he opened the door of the trailer, she scrunched up her beautiful little face and the sound of a wet bowel movement erupted. With a sigh, Jimmy took his jacket off and tucked the tie into his dress shirt.
“Do not, I mean it, do not pee on me; we don’t have time for…” Jimmy said and barely managed to catch the spray into the fold of her diaper. “Guinevere Fae Schoenberger, what did I just say?”
He cleaned her up, put a fresh diaper on her, and again readied himself to leave the trailer. This time they made it out and to the minivan.
“You’re a pretty girl, yes you are, yes you are,” Jimmy cooed to the blonde child as he buckled her into the car seat.
“Look just like your mother,” Jimmy said, giving her a wet noisy kiss to her forehead before sliding the rear door of the minivan shut.
Jimmy Schoenberger had first laid eyes on Marla Fae Tooms as they entered Kimble Academy, two frightened eighth graders among the forty eighth graders entering a large, unfamiliar, inhospitable place.
Jimmy’s grandpa always told him, “Babe Ruth struck out a lot more times than he hit home runs.”
“Hi. I’m Jimmy Schoenberger,” Jimmy said, smiling at the beautiful blonde.
“I uh, I’m Marla. Marla Tooms. You know where Room one twelve is?” the blonde asked.
“Same room I’m looking for,” Jimmy admitted. “Come on; let’s see if we can find it.”
At lunch, Jimmy sat with her and they compared notes. So far, they agreed; Mrs. Neidemeyer was nasty and evil, a real witch. Mr. Franks was a ginormous douche. And Mr. Cousins was cool.
Jimmy’s grandfather drove them to the movies for their first date. The old man wiped at a tear as his grandson and his date got out of the car and held hands as they waited in line to buy tickets. Parking the car, the old man got out, sat on the hood of his 1984 Buick LeSabre and lighted a cigarette. Seven cigarettes later, the two kids came out of the theater, still holding hands.
“Had fun?” the old man asked as Jimmy allowed Marla to get into the rear seat first.
“Yeah,” Marla agreed.
“Yes sir,” Jimmy said.
“Yes sir,” Marla parroted.
Jimmy got his first kiss outside of Marla’s kitchen door. He blushed hotly, but smiled when Grandpa gave him a thumbs up.
“I uh, oh, oh I can’t. My dad’s back so we’re going to that Brick’s on Fifty four?” Marla said when Jimmy asked her if she’d like to go skating. “You know, the one where they throw the pizza in the air?”
Eldridge and Mitty said they were going to the Go-Kart Ranch in Pinoak so Jimmy invited himself along. And, entering the attached video arcade for a malt after a few laps around the track, Jimmy saw Marla with an older boy that also attended Kimble Academy.
“How was the pizza?” Jimmy asked and Marla’s face went pale.
A few minutes later, Kenny Sampson, Marla’s companion went up to Jimmy and shoved him. Jimmy’s smile infuriated the boy.
“You really think she’s wort losing your teeth over? I’ll give you the first swing,” Jimmy said, still smiling.
Kenny Sampson was two years older, thirty pounds heavier and six inches taller. He did throw a haymaker that connected solidly with air. Four punches later, the manager threw Jimmy out, then helped the other boy into a chair.
“Kenny threw the first punch,” Eldridge told the manager.
“I did not,” Kenny lied, tongue testing his loose teeth.
“It’s right there, on camera,” Mitty said, pointing to the security cameras all around the loud, lively room. “You came up; we wasn’t bothering you, you came up and shoved Jimmy, then tried to hit him.”
“And then he beat the living shit out of you,” Eldridge giggled. “Made it look easy.”
Keith Sampson banged hard on the door of the trailer. Grandpa came out, listened to what the angry, demanding man had to say, then told the man his son had started it.
“Not my fault, not my grandson’s fault you raised a little sissy faggot can’t handle himself,” Grandpa had shrugged.
Keith managed, barely, to crawl to his truck and drive himself to the St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center. He made up a story about being jumped; must have been two or three guys. There was no way Keith was going to tell anyone he’d thrown the first punch. He certainly would not admit that a seventy year old man with a prosthetic leg managed to pummel him.
“Look, we, I’m only thirteen; we don’t need to be all so serious about each other,” Marla said in school on Monday.
“And you could have just said that, instead of lying to me,” Jimmy said. “But don’t worry about us getting too serious. I don’t go out with girls that sneak around behind my back.”
The next few years, Jimmy was polite, civil whenever their paths crossed. After all, it was a small high school. But he did not ask Marla for any further dates. He did have a few run-ins with Kenny; Marla gave Kenny scant attention and Kenny blamed this on Jimmy. Their last fight, Kenny recruited Doug Bercegay’s assistance.
“Two against one,” Kenny chortled.
“Uh huh,” Jimmy smirked and kicked Doug in the balls with all his might.
Then, while Doug lay on the ground in the fetal position, Jimmy broke Kenny’s nose, jaw, four ribs and left hand. Jimmy warned Kenny, and Doug, the next time, he would not be so merciful.
Hey, Jimmy, Marla really likes you,” Jenna West, a cute red headed cheerleader cooed and giggled as Jimmy warmed up with the rest of the football team.
“Good to know, Jenna,” Jimmy said and started his wind sprints when Coach Statler blew his whistle.
By the time Homecoming Week rolled around, Marla and her entourage had done their job; no girl would go with Jimmy to the Homecoming Dance. A few cheerleaders let Jimmy know Marla wanted him to ask her to be his date for the dance.
“That’s okay. I’m not going,” Jimmy said.
Marla herself cornered Jimmy and pled her case; their little spat had been four years ago, when they were both thirteen years old. They were both seventeen years old now, were both juniors now. She’d done a little growing up since then, and in truth, she missed her best friend.
“I mean, I’m sure you remember our first day? God! I was so scared and then this really cute boy came up…” Marla said, eyes brimming with love.
They double dated with Bryanna, Marla’s cousin and Sandy, Bryanna’s boyfriend. Grandpa had snorted but forked over the money for Jimmy’s half of the limo rental, and threw in a hundred bucks for dinner and a few pictures.
“Knock’em dead, tiger,” Grandpa said when the limousine pulled up in front of their trailer.
And, after dinner and the dance, the four decided to go to Marla’s house; her parents weren’t home. Jimmy was fine with this; they were having a good time. And, he was with the prettiest girl in their high school. He was with the prettiest girl he’d ever known.
The moment they entered the home, Marla and Bryanna raided the liquor cabinet. Jimmy was no prude; he’d tried liquor on a few occasions. He did like achieving that perfect medium, that space between sober and falling down, knee walking drunk. That happy, carefree, pleasantly buzzed place right in the middle of the two extremes.
Returning from the bathroom, Jimmy walked into the living room and saw Marla and Sandy kissing. Jimmy saw Sandy’s hand playing with Marla’s breast and Marla trying to work the top of her gown down.
“Hey!” Bryanna cheerfully greeted Jimmy, her gown already crumpled on the floor.
Jimmy said nothing. He walked to the front door of the house and left. A few moments later, Sandy, Marla and Bryanna drove up, Sandy driving Garrett Tooms’s car.
Marla and Bryanna tried to talk Jimmy into returning to Marla’s home. Sandy called Jimmy a few names.
“Shut up, Sandy!” Marla screamed at the smirking boy. “Jimmy, please! Please come on back. I’m sorry; we were just playing. Jesus, Bryanna was right there, we were just playing.”
“Marla, y’all can go on back to playing all y’all want,” Jimmy said. “But tell that cock sucking faggot he calls me ‘pussy’ one more time it’ll be a long time before he can suck his Daddy’s dick again.””
“What?” Sandy screamed, throwing the car into ‘Park.’
“Jimmy, please, please don’t,” Marla begged, knowing what Jimmy was capable of.
That night, Marla got her first DUI, driving Sandy to the St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center. Sandy broke things off with Bryanna and also stayed away from Marla; the Tooms girls were more trouble than they were worth. Grandpa did like the photograph Connie Edwards had taken of his handsome grandson and his grandson’s date.
Jimmy and Marla did not interact socially again until the final weeks of their senior year, nearly a year and a half after their disastrous Homecoming Dance double date. As always, Jimmy was polite, civil whenever they were in each other’s company; Kimble Academy was not a very large High School.
“Jimmy, the senior prom’s in a couple of weeks,” Marla said, sitting at Jimmy’s table in the library.
“Must be why Mrs. Couvillion keeps announcing it every morning,” Jimmy agreed, jotting down some notes in his notebook.
“And uh, no one’s asked me,” Marla continued.
“Really? I’d take a look at that if I were you,” Jimmy said, not looking up from the thick reference book.
“Jimmy, please?” Marla begged.
“What? What happened to Brandon Simoneaux?” Jimmy asked, putting the first book aside and opening the second book.
“God! Him?” Marla scoffed.
Jimmy said nothing, just looked up the information he needed, then closed the book with a ‘thump.’ Closing his notebook, he nodded politely to Marla and left the table, reference books in hand.
“Jimmy please,” Marla begged again as Jimmy sat to eat his lunch.
“Not going to happen, but thanks for playing. We have lovely parting gifts for you,” Jimmy said. “Tiffany, tell her what she’s won!”
“Sure thing James,” Jimmy said, adopting a breathless female voice. “Marla Tooms? You’ve won a lifetime supply of ‘Eat Shit & Die!’ For the perfect combination, try eat shit and die with your favorite flavor of ‘Go Fuck Yourself.'”
Marla’s eyes filled with tears and she fled the cafeteria. Seeing a few staff members looking his way, Jimmy gave them an innocent shrug.
After school, Jimmy went to the St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center and went into Grandpa’s room. Grandpa was asleep when Jimmy entered so Jimmy sat and did his homework. A nurse came in and managed to rouse the patient as she checked his vitals.
“Hey,” the old man wheezed.
“Hey Grandpa,” Jimmy smiled.
Grandpa listened as Jimmy recounted the day’s events, even telling him about Marla’s request for yet another date, another chance to stab him in the back. Grandpa nodded in understanding. He held up his hand and Jimmy stopped speaking.
“Just be sure you use a condom,” Grandpa said seriously.
“Won’t need a condom; not going anywhere near that crazy bitch,” Jimmy spat.
“No one said you need to date her. Shit, take her to this stupid prom, get her in the back seat, fuck the little bitch, then drop her off in the middle of the Atchafalaya, huh?” Grandpa said.
“Devious, Grandpa,” Jimmy smiled and Grandpa smiled weakly.
“Seriously, boy, you been hung up on this little girl for how long?” Grandpa asked.
“Not hung up on…” Jimmy said.
“Oh bull shit. What happened to that little Bethany girl? Or, or, what about that Keyondra? That one was a cute one. Yeah, she was a cute little black thing, huh?” Grandpa asked.
“Bethany was…” Jimmy started.
“Bethany wasn’t Marla. And Keyondra? Keyondra wasn’t Marla. Now Candy? Thank God you kicked that one to the curb; she ever have anything nice to say about anything or anyone? Bitch, bitch, bitch; all that girl ever did was bitch,” Grandpa said.
“So I should just…” Jimmy asked.
“Just take her to the prom, fuck her, get it all out of your system, move on,” Grandpa advised. “Know what? Bet you going find; the reality really don’t live up to the fantasy. Then you can just forget her, move on and find someone that will make you happy.”
“Jimmy I know…” Marla whispered as Jimmy put his books into his locker the next morning.
“Okay,” Jimmy agreed. “But we are not double-dating with any of your friends or cousins or next-door neighbors.”
“Aieegh!” Marla excitedly squealed and gave Jimmy an impulsive hug and kiss.
“Ms. Tooms,” Mr. Cousins warned, fighting against his smirk.
“Yes sir,” Marla said, scampering away to brag to her friends about her date for the Senior Prom.
“I was right?” Grandpa guessed, moving the oxygen mask aside as a bone tired Jimmy entered the ward.
Jimmy had rented a tuxedo for the occasion and had purchased a beautiful corsage from Annie’s Floral Designs. Hanging Gardens in Elgee served a wonderful supposedly authentic Thai cuisine. Connie Edwards took a few photographs of the smiling couple and they voted for King and Queen of the prom before joining the throng of friends and fellow classmates.
Again, her parents weren’t home. Marla lost no time in pouring them hefty glasses of Albertson’s Gin she’d mixed with some liqueurs. Half a glass of the potent drink in her, Marla stepped out of her expensive evening gown, leaving it puddled on the living room floor. She then gave Jimmy an enthusiastic blow job.
Bethany had sucked dick, but always with the expectation of some payoff. Keyondra sucked dick and was quite proud of her skills at cock-sucking. Candy grudgingly sucked dick but bitched about it before and bitched about it afterward. If she could have spoken while having her mouth fucked, she would have bitched during oral sex as well.
Marla clearly knew how to suck cock. Marla clearly enjoyed sucking cock. She kept Jimmy on the verge of blowing his load for several long blissfully agonizing moments before finally granting him release. Then she showed him her mouthful of sperm before swallowing the load.
“You eat pussy?” Marla asked, eyes glowing.
Jimmy ate pussy. Jimmy enjoyed eating pussy. He used lips, tongue and fingers on her blonde muff. After her third orgasm, Marla grabbed a handful of his hair and screamed for him to fuck her.
Jimmy smirked when Marla insisted he did not need the condom. Ignoring her protests, he slid the latex sheath onto his hard cock and slid himself into her hot, tight box.
Bethany had lay on the back seat of the car, looking vacantly at Jimmy while he huffed and puffed. Keyondra only allowed cowgirl; she wasn’t about to be underneath, at a man’s mercy. Candy allowed a few moments of clumsy thrusts before she was demanding that he hurry.
Marla peered deeply into Jimmy’s eyes, mouthed ‘I Love You’ as her legs wound around him. She loudly, happily encouraged him to fuck her, fuck her, fuck her.
“See, I like you know, tasting me and you; hate condoms,” Marla whispered as she sucked his cock after he removed the sticky condom. “Right now? All I can taste is Trojan.”
After the third condom, Marla walked the weary Jimmy to the door, still nude except for her high heeled pumps. Without a care, she opened the front door, gave him a steamy kiss and ushered him into the dank early morning.
“I was right?” Grandpa asked again.
“I guess,” Jimmy smiled tightly. “Want anything?”
“A pack of Winston’s and a can of St. Elizabeth’s Lager,” the man said.
Four days later, Jimmy buried his grandfather. He put an unopened can of St. Elizabeth’s Lager into the casket and slipped a pack of Winston’s into the man’s shirt pocket. He tried to say ‘I love you’ but could only sob.
“I’m so sorry about your grandfather,” Marla whispered as Jimmy put his books into his locker.
“Thank you,” Jimmy said numbly.
“Remember? He took us on our first date?” Marla smiled, wrapping her arms around Jimmy’s right arm as they walked from locker to homeroom.
She showed up at the trailer that afternoon. Again, she performed a masterful blow job. Then she produced a three pack of condoms and showed Jimmy how she could slide a condom onto his cock with her mouth.
Jimmy was a mediocre student. And, without his grandfather there to push him, motivate him, bribe him, Jimmy had no ambition to further his education. He got a job working with Robichaux Contracting, doing the heavy lifting. Paul Robichaux did see some potential in Jimmy; the kid was willing to work. Paul started teaching Jimmy how to do sheetrock work.
Two months after Jimmy buried his grandfather, Marla came to the trailer, barely able to contain her glee. Jimmy had not seen the girl since their graduation from Kimble Academy, and truthfully, he was not happy to see her now.
“Guess what? I’m pregnant, Daddy,” she announced, showing him a pee stick.
“You little fucking bitch,” Jimmy hissed, his hatred for the girl bubbling over. “Those condoms. You punched holes in them.”
“You can do a DNA test if you want,” Marla continued prattling happily. “But we both know what it’s going show.”
“You little fucking bitch,” Jimmy snarled, punching the wall with all his might.
Garrett Tooms came over to have a little talk with Jimmy; his little girl was pregnant and told Daddy Jimmy was the father. Jimmy did not deny parentage but stared blankly at the blustering, posturing father when Garrett demanded to know what Jimmy planned to do about it.
“Like what? I’m not a doctor,” Jimmy said.
“Uh? I mean, you going step up? You going do the right thing?” Garrett demanded.
“I will pay my half. I will pay half of the medical bills, I will pay half the food for the baby, half the diapers…” Jimmy stated.
“Oh no, you little mother fucker, you going do a lot more…” Garrett thundered, grabbing Jimmy by his shirt.
“I can make the next one really count,” Jimmy said calmly as Garrett struggled to catch his breath. “Now, as I was saying, I will pay half. But I will not, I will never marry that drunken whore. Got it?”
“Call…my…little…” Garrett wheezed, face red with anger.
“I can make the next one really count,” Jimmy stated, delivering a slap to the man’s face.
“Hey loser,” Kenny Sampson taunted when his path crossed Jimmy’s inside the lobby of the First DeGarde’s bank.
“Hey,” Jimmy nodded, not caring about Kenny’s words.
“Heard the news?” Kenny continued as the cute teller waved Jimmy forward.
“Heard I don’t give a shit?” Jimmy said, smiling at the attractive girl. “Hi; need to deposit this, please.”
“Marla and me? We’re getting married,” Kenny crowed.
“Congratulations,” Jimmy shrugged. “Hang on, give me a couple of minutes; I’ll see if I can find anyone gives a flying shit.”
“What’s the matter, loser? Can’t stand that you lost your woman to a real man?” Kenny snarled.
“Yeah, that’s got to be it, right?” Jimmy laughed.
“You heard?” Marla asked, bringing by the receipt from the doctor’s office. “You know, I don’t think I like Dr. Sweetman all that much. I mean, gets you in, gets you out, don’t tell you nothing.”
“Heard what?” Jimmy said, doing a ‘Bill-Pay’ on his cell phone to pay his half of the Ob/Gyn’s bill.
“Kenny? Kenny Sampson? He, uh, he asked me to marry him?” Marla said, toying with a button on Jimmy’s shirt.
“Yeah? Good for him,” Jimmy said, ushering Marla out of the trailer.
Three hours later, a drunk Marla was banging on his door, screaming and crying. Jimmy let her in and she flailed her fists at him.
“God damn! Fucking Kenny fucking Sampson’s going marry me and you don’t even fucking care!” she wailed bitterly.
“Nope. Not one bit,” Jimmy agreed as he urged Marla to her knees.
She slurped noisily on his cock, small hand kneading his balls. He fucked her face for a few minutes, then urged her out of her snug jeans and lace panties.
“Augh, I, I fucking hate you,” she sobbed bitterly as he pounded her squelching pussy.
“Ditto,” Jimmy smirked as she drove herself back to meet his forward thrusts.
“Really, you really going let me marry that Kenny Sampson?” Marla tearfully asked, shuddering into another climax.
“Yeah,” Jimmy said. “Why not? He’s willing to marry you? Let him.”
“I need to stop by; I got some receipts for some maternity clothes,” Marla told him a few days later.
“Uh? Maternity Clothes? That’s your problem, not mine,” Jimmy said. “Get Kenny to pay for that shit. Me? I don’t give a fuck what you wear.”
Jimmy threw the wedding invitation into the trash. Keith Sampson had stood out of Jimmy’s reach and threatened Jimmy with grievous bodily harm if he set one foot into the church. Jimmy smirked but assured the man he had no intention of ruining his son’s happy day.
“Your son’s stupid pussy enough to marry that slut? Good luck to him,” Jimmy thought as he cheerfully gave the angry father the middle finger.
“My marriage is tomorrow,” Marla said as she presented Jimmy with some more bills.
“Yeah?” Jimmy asked, doing another Bill-Pay on his cell phone.
“Unless you…” Marla hinted, edging the hem of her short skirt up.
“Unless nothing, Marla,” Jimmy said. “Fuck. I don’t like you. Damned sure don’t love you.”
They fucked on the kitchen table. It was hard, savage fucking. Marla dug her fingernails into Jimmy’s back. Jimmy made sure to leave a passion mark on Marla’s right breast for Kenny to see tomorrow evening when he helped his bride out of her pale blue wedding dress and strapless bra.
“Mother fucker!” Marla screamed at him as she fled his trailer.
“Why, yes, yes I am,” Jimmy laughed and toasted her departure with a sip from Grandpa’s Iron Barrel whiskey.
“And, you, you’re the best fuck I ever had,” Jimmy drunkenly said to the empty trailer a few hours and a few glasses of whiskey later.
“Jimmy? I…” Marla sobbed into his voice mail the next afternoon. “I love you.”
“Uh huh,” Jimmy said but did not delete the voice mail.
Kenny was enraged when he found Jimmy’s passion mark on his new bride’s boob. Marla tried to convince Kenny it had been a prank; it had happened at her bachelorette party. When she’d passed out from all the champagne, one of the bridesmaids had given her the kicky as a joke.
“Oh yeah? Know which one it was?” Kenny asked, developing an erection as he thought of watching his wife with another girl.
“Probably Shelley,” Marla suggested, naming Shelley Cronaur, the very tall, very butch bridesmaid.
“Ew, yeah, probably her,” Kenny grimaced.
On their Honeymoon to New Orleans, Marla drained the mini-bar in their room, creating a very expensive bill for them. She also drank at several bars in the French Quarter, causing Kenny to get into a few fights when Marla flirted with men that were willing to buy her drinks.
Returning home, Marla promptly incurred her third DUI, totaling Keith Sampson’s brand new Chevy Silverado. She’d taken her father in law’s truck because Kenny had wisely hidden the keys to his Malibu from her.
Looking through the on-line listings, Jimmy found Amelia Waters, an attorney that was willing to fight for children’s rights and protections. At the arraignment for the DUI, Marla was wheeled in front of Judge Jesse Johnson, her broken leg propped up.
“Your honor,” Amelia Waters called out after Marla, through her court-appointed attorney had pled not guilty. “Amelia Waters? Representing the unborn child’s father?”
“Jimmy!” Marla giggled happily. “I knew you’d…”
“Wait. What? What the fuck!” Marla screamed when she realized Jimmy was not riding in on a white horse to rescue her.
“How far along is she?” Jesse Johnson asked the Public Defender.
“He’s talking to you,” the woman spat, jabbing Marla’s shoulder.
“Fuck, let’s see, June um, June eleventh, five months,” Marla said, glaring up at the lawyer.
“Remanded to CDU for their ninety day program them house arrest until she delivers the child,” Judge Jesse Johnson said, banging the gavel onto the desk.
“You, you can’t be serious!” Marla gasped, horrified.
The public defender was not listening; she was already calling on her next client. A helpful bailiff gently pushed Marla’s wheelchair out of the way.
“I hate you!” Marla screamed at Jimmy as he and Amelia huddled, talking with a very sullen Kenny and bitter Keith Sampson.
“Ditto,” Jimmy said, then turned back to listen to Kenny’s pathetic insistence on a DNA test on the fetus.
Marla Tooms was asked to leave the DeGarde CDU less than three days after being remanded; she had sex with two male patients and a female intern. Kenny was livid when the DNA test came back showing that Jimmy was the father but Marla snuggled up against him and whined she had really believed that Kenny was the father.
Her house arrest was revoked two days later when she was picked up for trying to shoplift a fifth of Nulough’s Chocolate flavored Vodka from the Burns & Burns Grocers grocery store. Quietly, Keith did suggest to his son that he cut his losses and be rid of the girl.
“I mean, shit, son; you’re still paying me back for that hotel bill,” Keith said. “And ain’t even done paying for that engagement ring.”
When Jimmy went to visit Marla in the DeGarde Lockup, Marla professed her undying love. Jimmy let her ramble for a few minutes, then cut her off.
“I’m suing you for full custody,” Jimmy said.
“Full custody? Full custody of what?” Marla asked, genuinely baffled.
“Full custody of what? Jesus, Marla. How many brain cells have you fried?” Jimmy asked. “Full custody of our baby.”
“Well, you can’t have it,” Marla hissed hatefully. “I’ll fucking kill the baby before I’ll give you custody.”
“What? Think they’ll let you keep the baby in here?” Jimmy scoffed.
“No. My husband,” Marla said, smirking as she said the word ‘husband,’ “Kenny will have him or her.”
“Marla, God, huh? Wake the fuck up,” Jimmy said. “Kenny don’t want shit to do with the baby; it ain’t his.”
Through his attorney Amelia, Jimmy was indeed granted full custody. Marla was stunned; she had truly believed that her dupe, her drone Kenny Sampson would fight for full custody or at least shared custody. Kenny had not even shown up for the hearing.
“What, what about my parents? They, they should have full custody,” Marla begged the judge.
“Seeing what a great job they did raising you?” Jimmy laughed a bitter laugh.
“I’ll kill it,” Marla threatened.
“Which is why we’ve filed an injunction,” Amelia informed Marla.
“Jimmy, please, please don’t do this to me,” Marla sobbed as she was being led out of the courtroom by a DeGarde Police Officer. “Jimmy? Please, please don’t leave me! Please don’t leave me! Jimmy?”
The door closed on her anguished scream of “Jimmy!”
“That um, was painful?” Amelia suggested.
“Yeah, the first hundred or so times you hear it, it kind of is,” Jimmy agreed. “After that? It’s almost like you don’t hear it at all.”
Guinevere Fae Schoenberger was seven weeks premature. Because she was premature, the guard did not believe Marla when she screamed she was in labor. Fortunately, the ambulance did not take long and Marla was whisked to St. Elizabeth Parish Trauma Center.
Marla did not wonder if the maternity nurses had ever seen a patient in an orange jumpsuit before. She wailed, sobbed, sweat and cursed Jimmy Schoenberger, her parents, Kenny, anyone she could blame for her misery.
“You’re the one poked holes in the condom,” Jimmy reminded her as he stood in the delivery room.
“Fuck you,” Marla hissed hatefully.
“You did. And here we are,” Jimmy said as Marla groaned through another crippling contraction.
Guinevere had to remain in the hospital; they wanted her to get her weight up to five pounds. Having a healthy appetite, she did accomplish that feat in six days.
Looking down at her angelic face, with her big blue eyes and little tuft of blonde hair, Jimmy felt both love and fear in equal measures. He felt both huge, all-powerful and tiny at the same time.
Guinevere was three months old when Marla was released from jail. Reluctantly, Kenny took his wife in; she swore she loved him. Upon hearing that Kenny had caved, had taken Marla in, Kenny’s father was extremely disappointed in his son. Keith let Kenny know, he would not bail Kenny out of whatever scrape Marla managed to involve Kenny in.
Then, after she’d drank everything in the trailer, including an old bottle of Vanilla Extract and the bottle of Listerine mouthwash, Marla called Jimmy.
“Heeeey! I’m baaaack!” Marla giggled drunkenly into Kenny’s cell phone.
“Marla? Jesus God, it, it’s three twenty in the morning, you crazy ass bitch,” Jimmy sleepily complained.
“Want see my baby,” Marla demanded.
“No,” Jimmy said and ended the call.
Jimmy blocked Kenny’s phone number. He sighed and tried to get back to sleep. Guinevere apparently decided Jimmy had slept sufficiently and cried for a diaper and a bottle.
“God. Bad enough I got one crazy blonde,” Jimmy smiled at the beautiful baby. “Telling me I got two of them now? Huh? That what you telling me? Daddy’s got two crazy blondes?”
A few weeks later, Marla showed up at Jimmy’s trailer, a bedraggled looking blonde girl with her. The girl’s hair looked filthy, her skin was mottled and had scabs were the girl had scratched herself raw. She wore a Cabrini Catholic High School uniform, but the uniform was filthy and stunk horribly.
“Hey! This, this is my friend, Angela Gernaud. Told her I, we have the most beautiful baby in the world and…” Marla enthused.
Truthfully, Marla Sampson and Angela Gernaud were not there to see the baby. Kenny had locked Marla out of his trailer and Keith had refused the girl entry into his home. Marla’s parents also forbade their daughter entry into their home. The purpose of Marla and Angela’s visit was to check out Jimmy’s place, see if there was anything they could steal to sell.
“You don’t have a baby,” Jimmy said, forcefully shoving Marla away from the door so he could shut and lock the door.
“God damn, just, God damn!” Jimmy cursed as Marla began hammering on the door.
Marla and Angela beat on the door for a solid five minutes. Jimmy called the police and they did send out a cruiser. When Marla and Angela saw the cruiser turn the corner, they both ran. But by that time, the baby had been woken from her sleep and was screaming at the top of her lungs.
“My lawyer says I need a report to file a restraining order,” a tired, frustrated Jimmy said, rocking and patting his daughter.
“Yes sir,” Leanne Pyle said. “Hi Sweetie, hi! I just love babies.”
“Uh huh. Everyone says that, until it’s time to change a diaper,” Jimmy smiled at the attractive red head officer in her snug uniform.
That night, Jimmy was awakened by a thunderous boom. His trailer seemed intact and, miraculously, Guinevere slept. Jimmy stepped outside and looked around at his neighbors’ trailers. They all seemed fine.
Through the treetops, Jimmy saw the light from the fire. Turning on the television, Jimmy saw the coverage by Summer Duhon of Performance 12 News. He smiled; he had a big crush on the beautiful blonde reporter.
And, just as he lay down to go to sleep, his daughter demanded attention. Wearily, Jimmy got to his feet and prepared a bottle of formula.
Seven days after seeing Marla in front of his trailer, her meth addict friend in tow, Jimmy pulled up to the squat building. He checked himself and chuckled as he pulled his tie out of his dress shirt; apparently he’d not pulled it out after changing his daughter’s diaper. Sliding open the door of the rear passenger seat, Jimmy saw that Guinevere was sound asleep.
“Perfect,” he said to her. “See how long you can stay like that, okay?”
Kenny glared with undisguised hatred as Jimmy and Guinevere entered the small room. Keith Sampson looked over and regarded Jimmy with tired eyes. Then, with a shrug, the old man looked toward the front again.
Jimmy approached the casket. He knelt and said a prayer for the young mother’s soul. Standing, he again looked at the simple casket.
Jimmy shook his head; Marla would have been outraged at the no-frills casket. She would have been outraged that she would have a closed casket; she would have wanted everyone to admire her as she lay in repose. But the fire had burned her thoroughly. For four days, they had believed Marla was the daughter of Bobby Broussard, one of the men burned in the trailer. The expensive engagement ring and wedding band clued the investigators in; Brenda Jo Broussard was not engaged, nor was she married.
Dental records confirmed the identity of Angela Gernaud. Dental records and the inscription inside of the wedding band with the date of the wedding identified Marla’s body. They continued to sift through the ashes and finally determined that Brenda Jo Broussard had not been among the deceased.
“What the fuck you doing here, Schoenberger?” Kenny demanded through clenched teeth as Jimmy settled himself and his daughter in a vacant pew.
“Paying my respects to a former friend,” Jimmy said loudly, attracting the attention of the few people in attendance. “Remember? She was the mother of my child.”
“Kenny!” Keith ordered.
Jimmy watched Kenny stomp back to where his father sat. Looking around, he deduced that the softly sobbing woman must be Marla’s mother; they looked a great deal alike. He did recognize Garrett Tooms sitting next to the woman. The man looked much older than the last time their paths had crossed. The man just looked gray, wrinkled. Jimmy nodded to the four former classmates.
“Yeah, Marla, you would have hated this,” Jimmy said. “Just about no one is here for you.”
Jimmy nodded, seeing his floral arrangement next to the arrangement Marla’s parents must have bought. Or, perhaps the Sampson family had bought the cheap arrangement. His daughter woke up just as Jimmy decided he’d been there long enough to pay his respects. When he stood, a few people looked over at the man and the crying infant. Jimmy gave a slightly apologetic smile and hustled out of the room with his daughter.
The men’s room had a changing table just inside the first set of doors. Jimmy made quick work of changing her diaper. Then, digging around in his diaper bag, he found a warm bottle for her. Leaving the restroom, Jimmy found a couch in the funeral home’s lobby and sat.
“Got good news and bad news for you,” Keith Sampson said, sitting next to Jimmy as Jimmy fed Guinevere her bottle.
“Yes sir?” Jimmy said, looking over at the normally antagonistic man.
“They grow up,” Keith said.
“Uh. Is that the good news or the bad news?” Jimmy asked after a long moment of silence.
“Both,” Keith said. “By the way, sorry about your grandfather.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy said.
“Shit. Sorry about all of this,” Keith sighed and got to his feet. “Good luck son.”
“Thank you, sir,” Jimmy said.
The visitation had been sparsely attended. The funeral had even less attendees. Jimmy and Guinevere were the first to leave, which left the priest, Marla’s mother and father and two teachers from Kimble Academy, one of which was kin to Marla; she was cousin to Marla’s mother.
“Marla, I’m not angry anymore,” Jimmy affirmed as he drove away from the cemetery.
The End
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**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. I thank you sincerely for reading my stories.
I especially thank those that take the time to leave comments, good and bad. I likewise thank those that take the time to rate my works, those that ‘Favorite’ my words.
This story was placed in the ‘Loving Wives’ category because as of yet, Literotica does not have a ‘Cheating Sluts From Outer Space’ category. It does not have a ‘Serial Cheaters’ category.
Marla Tooms is a minor character first introduced in ‘Xyla’ in the Fetish category. She is a primary character in ‘Vodka: Mint Chocolate’ in the Lesbian Sex category. She makes an uncredited appearance in ‘Five Trailers, Lot E’ in the Romance category.
Mrs. Neidemeyer, the nasty Mathmatics teacher is a minor character introduced in the ‘Quantity Vs Inequality’ series.
Connie Edwards, the photographer that takes the Homecoming Dance photograph of Jimmy and Marla is a character first introduced in the ‘Flowers in the Heart’ series in the Transgender & Crossdressers category.
Brandon Simoneaux is a minor character first introduced in ‘Xyla’ in the Fetish category.
Dr. Ellen Sweetman, the Ob/Gyn is briefly mentioned in ‘Tuff As Nails’ in the Loving Wives category. Her detached business-like manner is further discussed in ‘Twist To Remove’ in the Loving Wives category.
Shelley Cronaur, the bridesmaid Marla falsely accuses of giving her a passion mark on her breast is a minor character introduced in the ‘Quantity Vs Inequality’ series.
Amelia Waters, Jimmy’s attorney is a character featured in the ‘The Garbage King, Prince, and Queen’ series in the Novels & Novellas category.
Nulough’s is pronounced ‘New lows.’ In other words, if you are caught attempting to shoplift this slop, you have reached new lows in your alcohol consumption.
The death of Marla Tooms and Angela Gernaud is detailed in ‘Five Trailers, Lot E’ in the Romance category.
Have a swell day. And some of you, have a swollen day.