A Good Life

Ahhh I sighed as I sank into my patio chair. I dearly loved this time of day-especially here at home. It was so quiet and peaceful sitting here on my patio drinking coffee. I could hear the birds chirping and see them flitting about as they lived their lives to the fullest. It was Indian summer, my favorite time of the year. I was still able to wear shorts and short-sleeved shirts. I relaxed in bliss as I watched the sun come from behind the large hill east of my house. I watched the sun silhouette the 70 plus year old trees in my yard and along the stream that chuckled merrily on its way past my home and yard. The shade and cool air made my patio and yard a little slice of heaven. It was so peaceful looking out across the stream.

My mind drifted back to better days as I recalled my childhood living, working and playing around this place. The land was so much a part of me. This farm had been in my family for well over 100 years and I hoped it would be in the family long after my death.

I remembered the hours I spent in the old swimming hole just down from the corner of the yard. So many of my friends came to swim and play that at times my mother thought she had a day care rather than a family. How many meals had we cooked on the built in grill beside the ole swimmin' hole, then eaten at the nearby table? How many kisses I had stolen while sitting or lying on blankets alongside the stream?

My mind drifted on to Susan, my first female friend and years later my wife. I felt a tear course down my cheek at the memory. My teeth grated and my stomach clenched in anger once more when my thoughts moved from her to my Best Friend Timothy. The coffee I had been enjoying turned to acid and soured on my stomach. The three of us were inseparable back then. Timothy and I vied for Susan's attention for years until I won out and we became a solid couple.

I cried silently at the memories as I felt the emptiness inside, the overpowering lonesomeness of having the large house and 600-acre farm to myself now. My farming, investments and other interests could not fill the void left when my family was torn from me. I asked myself once again what I had done to cause this.

As I remembered the pain a cloud obscured the sun streaming through the trees and I felt the first chill of fall-a chill as deep and soul destroying as the one I now carried inside.

Here I was, alone, age 35 and newly divorced, my children Jessica, age 11 and Alexander, age 10 wrenched from me by an unfeeling court and my ex-wife and ex-friend. Would this have happened if I hadn't remained in the Reserves and been called up for the last Iraqi war? Was that the cause of my losing my family or would Tim have won out in the end anyway? I knew over the years Susan was becoming more and more unhappy with her status in life but to do this? I knew she wanted to be the wife of a more prominent man but that just wasn't who I was or could be. I thought surely our love would carry through.

I sighed and got up for another cup of my morning elixir, my special mix of coffee I brewed daily, rain or shine. I knew dwelling on my problems didn't solve them but what was a man to do? I came back to my sanctuary and sat once again to look across the creek and over the south field. I loved to watch my cattle feeding on the lush grass as the fog rose off the creek and hung in the morning sun partially obscuring my view.

The gentle lowing of my animals and the sounds of neighbor's tractors were relaxing to me. I thrived on the happy sound of the water rushing over the rocks in the rapids just before entering the deep hole we swam in. I was as at peace as I could be considering my recent divorce.

I sighed and settled back to once again remember happier times. My parents and their loving rambunctious ways, the laughs and parties we had here in this back yard. Ahhh, times had been so good, so carefree as relatives and friends laughed and played, swimming in hot weather. I could almost feel Susan behind me, then realized never again would I feel her walk up behind me on this patio and place her hand on my shoulder as she bent to kiss me. Never again would I feel her slender body shuddering in orgasm as we made love in this yard or our king sized bed. Shit! Another tear slid down my cheeks. I have to get a handle on myself.

The happier times were so intertwined with this yard and home. I remembered the summer Susan first refused to skinny dip with Tim and me. The summer we realized she was a really different and, perhaps, exciting creature. We tormented her unmercifully that year and the next. At the time romance wasn't in the cards and as we each grew up some we began dating others. Susan would sometimes run around with me, sometimes with Tim but I didn't think any of us considered that dating her. Finally the summer after graduating high school, I began dating my friend Susan.

At first, it was just taking my friend someplace for fun and companionship because we both were between significant others. One day my parents were gone and Susan came over to swim. We played and dunked each other like we had when we were younger, then, while wrestling in the creek her top came off. She gasped and I just stared. I finally tore my eyes from her beautiful breasts and looked her in the eyes. Her face was crimson but there was a strange look on her face. We slowly leaned toward each other and I delivered a gentle kiss.

I don't know how long we held each other and kissed but by mutual consent, and without a word, I led her from the swimming hole and into the house. We stopped several times on the way for more kisses and touches. Susan would let loose with that special giggle of hers when I would touch her on one of her "secret" places. Finally, we were standing and kissing in the entrance to the hallway when Susan giggled once again and pushed me back from her. She ran down the hallway and into my bedroom with me right behind her.

When I got to the bedroom Susan was standing by my bed and facing the door. Her perfect breasts standing proud and capped by the most beautiful hard nipples I had ever seen. Her chest was heaving slightly from her short sprint and, I suspect, her arousal. I walked toward Susan while staring at her delectable breasts and the deep crimson hue above them. She smiled at me and pushed her bottoms down.

I stopped as I saw my first hairy pussy. The last time I had seen Susan's pussy was before it had grown a beard. It was so exciting, so mesmerizing, and so beautiful. I was panting and my young cock was so hard! My heart was beating rapidly and I was scared. What do I do now? What if we get caught? I walked to her and we drew each other into another tight embrace as we kissed again. I felt her pushing my swim trunks down and helped her free my cock.

Susan kneeled down and took me into her mouth. Her small hands looked perfect and felt so good on my boner. She was good; so very good. I felt myself nearing orgasm and I guess she felt it too because she stood, then climbed onto my bed and lay on her back, knees up and spread as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.

The excitement and fear I would do something wrong or hurt her were almost overpowering. Susan led me through the most exciting and heavenly afternoon. I can still almost feel her clasping cunt and its silky smoothness. The smooth comfort and heat of her lubricious cunt still call out to me. I was a typical kid. I didn't think about birth control until well after the act but when I groaned and said, "Oh, shit. I forgot the rubber!" Susan smiled and caressed my face.

"Don't worry John. I'm on the pill." She said. I didn't even think until a day or two later that that obviously hadn't been her first time fucking either.

I was so hurt when I next saw her and she admitted Good old Timothy had copped her cherry almost a year before. She looked at me in surprise when I got upset and said, "John, I'm not a slut or an easy piece but so what if that wasn't my first time. So what if there were two before you. Does that matter?" I decided it didn't matter to me then but now I wonder if it should have.

At the end of that summer, we went to the local Junior college and were an item for the first year. In the summer I felt the pull of the world and gave in to my secret fantasy. I had always dreamed of the military so I enlisted. I did my time and came back home a Sergeant.

Susan remained in college while I was gone. I had tried to get her to promise to wait for me but she had only smiled and caressed my face as she said, "Oh, John. You know how much I love you. How could you think I would ever forget you?"

I had written to Susan for almost a year before she wrote and told me she had met someone and wanted to date him. After my 'dear John' letter I never heard from her again and I lost contact with her. I heard she had dated the guy she dumped me for and several others but I had not bothered to keep track of her otherwise. After all, we were through.

I was walking down the street the second day I was home and saw Susan. I remember how my heart fluttered when I recognized her. When I called her name her face lit up with that wonderful smile I remembered. The whole day seemed brighter as I watched her smile and chatter at me. I felt myself weaken, as she would touch my arm to emphasize some point she was making. As I had walked up to her I checked out her left hand. Oh, God I remember thinking. No rings!

I asked her into the local café for coffee and was so thrilled when she said yes. We spent the entire afternoon visiting. I found the man she dumped me for had only lasted three months. She said she was so embarrassed by what she had done she never managed to get the courage to write me again. Susan said he had been an older man in graduate school and she had been so excited by his manners and knowledge, his worldliness that she just had to date him. He was from one of the better families in the next large town and drove a nice car but she found he was all flash. He had a wandering eye and couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I still remember consoling her as she cried and said, "Oh, John. I was so stupid. I dumped the most wonderful and considerate man in the world for such a jerk!"

She had dated Tim a while but he and she just didn't click she said. She was now in her last year of college and living at home. When she said she wasn't dating anyone at the time I was so happy. I talked, heck, I begged until I convinced her to go out to supper with me that night.

Over the next few months, I was relentless in my pursuit of Susan. The first time I asked her to marry me she said no and I was crushed. I redoubled my efforts and relentlessly continued my pursuit. Finally, the second time I asked her to marry me Susan sighed and said "Yes". We were married on Christmas Eve and never looked back. Well, I never looked back until this spring any way. Now, how I wish I had taken her "No" to my first proposal for her final answer; but then if I had I wouldn't have my two wonderful children.

I had returned to college and majored in Agribusiness, minor in Math. Along the way I was in Army ROTC and obtained my commission. I opted for an appointment in the Reserves and life was so good. We were so in love. I still loved the military but it now vied with Susan for my time. She complained about the time I spent on Reserve duty and I complained about the time I had to be away from her but I couldn't give it up. It was in my blood singing in duet along with my love for Susan.

After college and my initial Officers training, Susan wasn't too pleased when I returned home and began running the farm. She wanted me to stay on Active Duty or get a job in town. I thought I had convinced her that what I had done was right for me, for us. Shortly after I returned home Susan got pregnant with Jessica. Then a year later, Alex came along. We were living the American Dream I thought.

Then along came the second Iraq war. My unit was called up. By now I was a Captain and company commander of a combat engineer company. I loved my job and my men and was proud to go. Susan tore at my heart though as she begged me to try and get out of going. I remember the last night home as she clung to me and cried herself to sleep. She just couldn't understand this was the price of freedom and that this was part of what I was, as much my job as Farming or anything else I might have chosen to do. I was a citizen soldier and a farmer. All she saw was how my going would impact her and the children. She complained I was abandoning them. I was in anguish but I had no choice.

I knew Susan was hurt and sad but I just couldn't believe how she acted. When I called she was curt and didn't talk long. I got very little e-mail and no "snail mail" and only a few "care packages" from the children. I had leased the land to Timothy while I was gone so she wouldn't have to do the farm work. The next year shouldn't have been too hard for her but I sure got the guilt trip laid on me about how hard it was without me at home.

About 3 months after I arrived in country I got an e-mail from Susan. She said she had gotten a job at the grain elevator as a clerk. Susan said I shouldn't try to call her at home during the day and to please not bother her at work, as she was so busy. She was so pleased and proud. She said Tim had felt sorry for her being at home alone all day and found a place for her. I found out later he had really found a place for her.

A couple months after Susan told me about her new job Jessica mentioned in one of her e-mails that Tim and Susan had been out on the town and her mother came in drunk and crying. I tried to call Susan but couldn't get her so wrote her an e-mail asking for her side of the story. I never got a reply but when Jessica wrote me again she said she had been in trouble for "worrying me" with her mother's activities and she said Susan had told her to never mention things like that again because she didn't want me to worry.

I was worried but I trusted Susan so I finally decided she was just so embarrassed about getting drunk she wanted to keep it from me. Then came "THE DAY".

We had to move our base of operations and were in a motor convoy when my luck ran out. My vehicle was hit with an IED. My driver was killed and I was injured badly. I had a broken left leg, some broken ribs and a "penetrating wound" of the Right thigh and chest. I had been in Iraq 10 months and did not manage to get home until I had been gone 17 months. My wife and children had never visited me in the hospital and I got very few letters and cards. I had no other family because my parents had died about 6 years before within a few months of each other.

I would phone home occasionally but the children were withdrawn and I never got to talk to Susan. She was either at work or at a meeting. From time to time one of the children would mention she and Mr. Geitner (her boss Timothy) had been out to supper or to some social function. I never got any response to my questions and was beginning to worry. Finally I was released from active duty and allowed to return home. I was so happy and excited. I phoned the children and told them to have their mother pick me up at the airport and to be safe I e-mailed my flight number and arrival time.

I remembered how choked up I felt and how my eyes misted as I looked down on my home area when the plane was landing. I could hardly wait to see my wife and family and hold them once again. I looked and looked but couldn't see them in the arrival concourse. Finally, as I was leaving the baggage claim area I saw a man in a good suit holding a sign with my name on it.

"I'm Captain John Stevens. What can I do for you?" I asked. He looked at me and took a picture from his pocket and nodded. He held the sign out toward me and I saw it was really a fully stuffed legal envelope with my name written on the outside in magic marker.

"Sir. You have been served. This envelope contains the petition for divorce between your wife Susan and yourself. There is also a restraining order preventing you from coming any closer to your home or wife and children than 1000 feet. You are also restrained from having any contact of any type with them including phone calls and/or mail. Have a good day sir." He then looked at me a moment, shook his head and walked off.

I walked to the nearest chair and sat down, panting in shock and hurt as I tried to decide what to do. I felt a sob explode from my throat as my eyes teared. My anger surged. I decided to call Tim and get him to come get me. He didn't answer the phone at home and when I called his store I was informed he was busy and couldn't be disturbed.

I remembered sitting, staring into space, tears trickling down my cheeks. I was silently crying. People stared at me as they walked past. Finally a security guard came up to me and asked, "Sir are you alright? Do you need a doctor or a priest?"

I looked up at the guard and shook my head. "No. I just got away from a herd of doctors and another one can't cure what's hurting me now. I am on my way home from Iraq and instead of meeting me to take me home my wife sent a process server with divorce papers. What the damn hell good do you think a doctor or priest can do me?"

By now we were surrounded by a small group of people and when they heard that there was enough gasps you would think the airport sprung a leak. The guard looked so uncomfortable I actually felt sorry for him! As I was sitting there, arms on my legs and head hanging a distinguished gentleman in his mid 50's pushed through the crowd.

This gentleman sat beside me and said, "Excuse me Captain. I think you should come with me while you decide what you need to do next. I can't welcome you home like a loving family could, or like you expected or even deserve, but at least come and let me buy you a drink while you come to terms with this situation."

This kind gentleman gently helped me from my seat and guided me toward the airport lounge. As we walked he introduced himself. He said he was an attorney and a reserve Colonel in the Judge Advocate General's Corps. "If you don't have a personal attorney to help you with this mess, I would be honored to represent you. This is one of the most despicable things I have ever seen and I want to help you settle this matter as rapidly and painlessly as possible."

Since I had no attorney I saw no reason not to let him handle the matter. He bought me drinks while I let him read over the petition. He wrote out a statement for me to sign allowing him to act for me and told me to expect more papers by mail in the next day or two.

After all the legal business was taken care of Josh (Mr. Joshua Rountree, my attorney) waited until I found a way home before he shook my hand and left. I had to make several calls before I finally found one of my other friends home. When he found out who was calling and what I needed he said, "Oh, shit John. You're kidding. She actually left you stranded at the airport and didn't even let your kids meet you? God, I'm sorry boy. You stay in the bar and have a couple more cool ones until I get there. You know it'll take me about an hour and a half to get there but I'll be there for you."

I remembered sitting alone for what seemed much longer than it actually was waiting on Sam to pick me up. When I saw him standing in the door to the bar I stood and walked unsteadily toward him. It was all I could do to carry my bag and navigate. Sam looked at me and shook his head. "I'm sure sorry John. Now come on and we'll get you back home."

On the drive back to our hometown Sam filled me in on Susan. He said she was really pissed when I left and accused me of deserting her and the children. She would complain about me to anyone in town that would listen until most of the people would just walk away when they saw her coming. The only one of our old friends that didn't get upset with her was Tim. They began going places together more and more. Finally she started working in the business office, then a little later they were seen eating out, dancing and generally acting like a couple.