“You know that you’re an asshole, don’t you Scott?” she rhetorically asked. “The least you could have done is fuck me before you took off,” she sneered, right in front of Tom.
What do you say to that? I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled.
“But now I can fuck you vicariously through Brie, so I forgive you,” she snickered. Then she planted a vigorous kiss on my lips, trying to insert her tongue into my mouth, which I resisted.
Then we started talking about other subjects, just like her last statements and actions had never happened.
I saw Michelle again that night. It appeared that Michelle was still meek, and not treated well by Jack, and not particularly respected by her step daughters. She had also gained about ten pounds since I last saw her, but I still considered her attractive. I talked with Michelle quite a bit that night as Brie and Brenda were catching up with their cousins, aunts, and uncles. I even helped Michelle serve dinner, and clean up afterwards.
For reasons not entirely clear to me from that night continuing onward I made a point of interacting with Michelle every chance that I got and I talked her into doing things for herself, including taking fitness classes and joining my health club. By the time that I had been dating Brie for ten months – and was almost ready to ask her to marry me – Brie, Michelle, and I worked out together an average of twice a week, and Michelle was looking, and feeling, better than at any time that I had known her and had more self-confidence. Brie did Jakuri on her own on Saturday mornings, and I went with her – sometimes including Michelle – once a month for water walking. I never tried it myself – I was too big for the transparent ball – but Michelle did and liked it.
When I was ready to ask Brie to marry me I resolved to have a heart-to-heart talk ahead of time. I suspected that Brenda and Tom might be swingers and I needed to set the record straight with Brie that I never even wanted to hear about anything like swinging or swapping if we did marry.
I took Brie to a four star resort for a weekend. Sunday morning – after we had fucked each other’s brains out Saturday – after brunch we sat on the shore of the beautiful little lake the resort was on. As I cuddled her I started out with some questions, and then subtly initiated a discussion.
“Brie – how to you feel about marriage?”
“I have nothing against the concept – why are you thinking of marrying someone Scott?” she replied with an impish grin.
“Well there’s this exciting, sexy, smart, beautiful woman that I know who I might want to ask, but I really need her to know a few things that are deal-breakers in married life before I ask her. Do you think I should have a heart-to-heart talk before I propose?”
“I think you really should – if it was me, I’d want that talk.”
“You see, I never talk about it, although you know that I have essentially no relationship with my mother and a strained one with my father, but I need to tell this wonderful woman why I don’t and how that affects me going forward.”