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A Fantasy Comes True Chapter 3 Part 1 of 3

A Fantasy Comes True
Chapter 3 Part 1 of 3

"Well, I haven't gotten laid in weeks. Not since Frankie left."

"Excuse me?"

"Oh, I guess I shouldn't have said anything. It is just, well; can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure Sandra, you can tell me anything."

Sandra leaned in and said, "I took Frankie's cherry last summer."

"What?"

"Oh my god, that boy is such a hot fuck! His cock is amazing. He made me feel like a teenager again. He even took my virgin ass."

"Wait, you? And my son?" Frankie's mom felt her anger rise within her.

"I love that boy. I loved him as a son and as a man. Do not be angry with him. I just had to have him."

"But why my son?"

"Because I'm dying."

Frankie's mom gasped. "What?"

"I found out just before the Thompsons went to their niece's wedding. I was devastated as you can imagine. I have a brain tumor.

No one knows except my doctor, and now, you. He gave me at most a few weeks, but Frankie changed all that. He gave me the entire summer and part of the fall. Our goodbye was harder for me than it was for him because I knew I would never see him again. Please, don't tell him the only reason I did what I did was because of this."

Frankie's mom sat there stunned. Tears welled up in her eyes, though she was not sure what had upset her more. "I promise Sandra, I won't."

"There's one more thing. Take this." Sandra handed her an envelope.

"My ex will try to contest my will after I'm gone. If it looks like he might win, or he might try to harm Frankie in any way, use what is in this envelope. I think you will know what to do, should the time arise.

I know I have thrown a lot at you, and I swear to you that I never meant to hurt you like this. But I swear to you that I love Frankie."

Frankie's mom took the envelope and said, "I'll do this for Frankie."

"Thank you. Now, tell me how Frankie's doing in school."

Frankie's mom hid the envelope in her purse and told Sandra about what Frankie had told her about school. They talked longer that day than they had ever before and even had lunch together. Neither woman mentioned the earlier revelation about the affair between Sandra and Frankie but talked about assorted random subjects the way the two old friends had done for years. Two days later, Frankie's mom found Sandra Young dead in her bed.

She walked into her house and put the dishes in her sink, then walked to her bedroom. In her closet, she had a safe installed when Frankie's father had left them to keep some cash hidden in, and later important papers. She opened the safe and pulled out the envelope.

When Sandra gave it to her, she just shoved it into the safe and never looked at it. She was still dealing with the knowledge that her best friend had seduced her only son. She sat on her bed and opened it. It did not take her long to understand what she had, and its power of it.

She quickly put the items back into the envelope and locked it back in her safe.

A few weeks before Frankie had to leave for school, Mr. Young made another visit to Frankie. Frankie was sitting on his porch drinking a glass of lemonade when Mr. Young's car parked in front of the house.

Frankie quickly texted his mom and waited to see what Mr. Young would do. Mr. Young walked up and said, "Afternoon."

"Good afternoon."

"I thought I'd give you one last chance to tell me the truth about what happened between you and my wife before I call my lawyer."

"I thought we resolved this the last time you were here."

"No, the last time we met, I tried to trick you. This time, no tricks.

You're right, it wasn't a Wednesday that I saw you, it was a Saturday."

Frankie shook his head. "And I told you that you were mistaken."

"So, you're going to keep up the bullshit story, are you?"

"If by the bullshit you meant the truth, then yes."

Mr. Young reached into his jacket and handed Frankie some pictures.

"Then explain these."

Frankie took the pictures as he saw his mom walk up. The pictures were of him and Sandra Young dancing together. Often, she was wearing a long nightgown and nothing underneath. Frankie smiled as he looked at the pictures, remembering the good times the two shared. None of the pictures was of them engaging in any sex acts, or anything else inappropriate. Frankie smiled and said, "Okay, you got me. Mrs. Young insisted on teaching me how to dance before I left for college."

"Excuse me?" asked Mr. Young.

"Mrs. Young told me that it was important that a young man know how to dance with a lady, and she offered to teach me how to dance.

I did not say anything because, well, it was embarrassing. I mean, what guy wants to admit that he was taking dancing lessons on a Saturday night instead of out on a date with a hot chick."

"So that's what you were doing when I was on my dates," said

Frankie's mom as she stepped onto the porch. "Well, at least you weren't getting into any trouble."

"Hi, Mom."

"Hello, Frankie. Mr. Young, I thought I warned you about harassing my son."

"I'm not harassing Frankie, we're just talking."

"What are those?" asked Frankie's mom.

"Pictures of me and Mrs. Young when she was teaching me to dance," said Frankie as he handed them to his mom.

"Ah, I see why Mr. Young thought there was more to this relationship than there was. Did she always wear the nightgown?"

"Yeah," said Frankie. "She said it was important for me to understand how a dress could affect the way a woman moves."

"She was right."

"Are you two fucking kidding me?" snapped Mr. Young. "These pictures aren't dancing lessons, they're foreplay."

"Foreplay?" asked Frankie's Mom.

"Yes!" barked Mr. Young. "I hate to break it to you lady, but your son was fucking my ex-wife."

"Mom I-"

Frankie's mom raised her hand and said, "Hush Frankie. Mr. Young, I warned you before that if you did not back off, I would make you pay.

Why don't you look in this envelope?"

To be continued
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