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It's not fair, I couldn’t help thinking. Lee doesn’t ask for special treatment any more than he expects it. He just wants to be treated how everyone else is.
A bit of guilt wound its way around me and squeezed me tight. I had been reluctant to give Lee a chance too because of my concerns with his disability. It’s laughable really that I would have let that stop me from getting to know him. I would have missed out on an incredible man. A man I was falling more and more in love with every day.
After the presentation and the oversweet cake and watered down coffee that we had to stay for, I suggest we head back to my place. I have a jacuzzi tub that’s perfect for the two of us.
Relaxing naked in the tub, with Lee’s firm body behind me, I look up at his face and can’t help thinking that he looks more tired than usual.
He’s still up for sex. Holding onto the sides of the tub, I slowly ride Lee, while his blue eyes stare into mine. Intenseemotions squeeze my chest as my pussy grips the solid length of his cock.
Unable to bear the feelings swelling inside me, I smash my lips to his, urgently kissing him like my very life depends upon it.
When I reach my peak, Lee’s right there with me and together we crash into bliss, crying out into each other’s mouths.
Afterwards we rest on the couch, our bare feet propped up next to each other’s on my coffee table, and watch a movie. Lee’s arm is around me and I have my head snuggled into his shoulder and everything about this is perfect. Other than the movie, a so-called comedy that I’m not finding that funny.
It's almost a relief when my phone rings. Until I see my mother’s name.
“I need to take this,” I say, untangling myself from Lee.
“I’ll pause the movie,” he offers, reaching for the remote.
Shaking my head, I try not to let my nervousness show. “No, no, you keep watching. I won’t be long.”
Things have been quiet with mother since her trip to Miami.
It’s been blissful.
Uncle Bruno went with her, and I can’t help wondering if he scared her straight.
Doubtful.
She’s probably just gotten better at not getting caught.
We did away with all pretenses of greetings years ago, so I answer the call and briskly say, “Yes?”
“There’s a hold on my credit!” she howls into my ear.
Whoa. That’s a new one. A bit of hope expands in my chest. Could her last stunt really have been enough to push my dad over the edge and have him pulling his extra financial support?
Even though I want to believe that, I find it nearly impossible. My parents have been divorced five years now and Mother’s little Miami stunt isn’t the first time she’s done that, or even the worst thing she’s done.
No, her trashing Dad’s one girlfriend’s apartment and car had to be the absolute worst.
That girlfriend didn’t stick around, even after Dad offered to replace her car.
Not that I blame her. Who wants to deal with that type of headache, no matter how great my dad is?
“I need to cover my condo fees, or I'll be homeless,” mother wails when her first comment doesn’t get a response.
“You won't be homeless,” I hiss, mindful of Lee in the other room. I quickly head into the guest bedroom, which is further away from the living room.
Sadly, if Dad really cut his support, that means I’m on the hook for this at least until I can figure out what the hell is going on. “When is it due?”
“Now! Today!”
“It's nine at night!” I protest.
“Transfer the money to my account,” she demands.
