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A Fantasy Comes True Chapter 2 part 4 of 4

A Fantasy Comes True
Chapter 2 part 4 of 4

"Frankie, you're welcome home anytime. You know that."

Frankie smiled and walked back to his mom's house, after locking his, and used her phone to call the necessary utility companies to get things set up. By the end of the week, he had the utilities on and Internet working so he could stay on top of his e-mails easier. For the next month, Frankie stayed in the house and checked for the damages that Ms. Young might have caused in her condition. In early July, a knock came on the front door. Frankie opened it to find Mr. Young standing there.

"May I come in?" asked Mr. Young.

"Sure," said Frankie, moving to allow him in.

Mr. Young walked in and sat on the couch that Frankie had once tied his ex-wife too. Frankie sat in a nearby chair. "I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here."

"The thought did cross my mind," said Frankie.

"I want to know exactly when the affair between you and my wife started."

"What are you talking about?" asked Frankie wondering what he knew.

Mr. Young smiled. "You screwed me out of what was rightfully mine, so I'm assuming you did it from fucking my wife."

"Wasn't she your ex-wife?"

"Is that what she told you?"

"Yes."

"What else did she tell you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you trying to play stupid with me kid?"

"No."

Mr. Young smiled. "Look kid, I'm not trying to start a fight. I just want to talk, man to man."

"So, talk."

Mr. Young sat back on the couch. "Sandra was a wonderful woman.

She died too soon. Now, she had a will drafted years ago that left everything to me. Then, a month or so before she died, that idiot Rosin files a new one leaving everything to you. I want to know why."

Frankie knew what Mr. Young was doing; he also knew that if the affair were to be revealed, it would hurt his mom. "Because I was nice to her."

"How nice?"

"I took care of her yard."

"I'll bet," snorted Mr. Young.

"I fixed a few things that she broke."

"So, her pussy was breaking then?"

"Excuse me?"

"I know you were fucking my wife that last summer, kid."

"You sound pretty sure of yourself, yet you didn't bring any proof of this to the courts."

Mr. Young narrowed his eyes. "So, you're telling me you never saw my wife naked. Never saw the mole on her left ass cheek or her pussy that proved she wasn't a natural blonde."

Frankie knew he was lying and trying to bait him to admit to something that he had no intention of doing. "Mrs. Young wasn't a natural blonde? Shit! That just fucked up my fantasies about her."

"Don't fucking play with me boy. I know you fucked my wife."

"And how do you think you know this?"

"I saw you two."

Frankie paused. He knew Mr. Young was fishing, and Frankie was not about to bite. "Okay, when did you allegedly see us?"

"I came by one Wednesday evening. You had her tied to this couch and were pounding the fuck out of her pussy. You even smacked her ass."

Frankie stared at Mr. Young, then smiled. "Well Mr. Young, I hate to disappoint you, but I never came here on a Wednesday evening because every Wednesday I was at my weekly soccer game with my friends. You're welcome to ask them about it."

Mr. Young's face flashed with anger. "So, you're denying that you had my wife naked and tied to this very couch, doggie style as you fucked her silly."

Frankie bit his lip, as he knew what Mr. Young was trying to do. "What I'm saying is that if you did see Mrs. Young engaging in sexual acts on that couch, you didn't see her with me. Now I'm reconsidering if I want to keep that couch or not."

"Cut the crap boy," growled Mr. Young. "I know you were fucking her."

"Get out of my house," snapped Frankie. "I won't have you disrespect the memory of that great lady here, or anywhere."

"And what if I don't?"

A knock came from the front door. Frankie rose and opened the door to see his mom standing there holding a tray. "Mom?"

"I thought we could enjoy dinner together," she said as she walked in.

"Oh hello. Mr. Young, right?"

"He was just leaving Mom. Weren't you, Mr. Young?"

"I'll be back, boy," said Mr. Young as he rose to his feet.

Frankie's mom handed Frankie the tray and stepped up to Mr. Young.

"Mr. Young. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. If you ever show up here again unannounced or threaten my boy again, I will destroy you myself."

"Please," said Mr. Young. "What can you do to me?"

"I know much more than you think Mr. Young. Threaten my son again, and you'll find out exactly what Sandra told me."

Mr. Young stared at Frankie's mom for the longest time, then turned on his heels and left. Frankie and his mom watched as he drove away, then Frankie said, "Wow Mom, your timing couldn't have been better."

"Let's eat before our dinner gets cold."

Frankie and his mom ate mac and cheese and drank lemonade. After dinner, Frankie's mom carried the tray back to her house and thought about the last time she saw Ms. Young alive. It was a Monday morning. Sandra had called and asked about their coffee date, thinking it was Wednesday and was already at the coffee shop they frequented. When Frankie's Mom saw Sandra, she looked a bit disheveled, and Frankie's mom was worried.

"Are you all right Sandra?"

"Yeah," she said. "Why? Don't I look all right?"

Frankie's mom decided to be polite. "You look a bit tired."


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