The Restart and the Remedy Novel – “I was dreaming.I thought I was dreaming that you were there,blowing me.”My boyfriend Michael said. “Never even looked.Just laid there enjoying as my schlong got hard from being sucked.”
“Suddenly I found that it wasn’t you. It was Jess, and she was riding me.” He looked away guiltily again.
“She was pregnant,I can’t leave her alone.”
I tossed the gift bag that I’d been holding tightly to at his feet.
A pair of tiny, black leather, biker boots fell out along with the note that said, “Congrats Daddy! A biker baby will arrive May 23rd.”
Michael reached out his hand as shock, awe, and then devastation rolled across his features.
“Congratulations,” I stated coolly.
“You got your wish.You knocked me up,but you chose a bimbo and her fake baby over the one you’ve been so enthusiastically trying to make with me.”
With that, I left.
Myra
Nothing good ever comes from hearing the words, “We have to talk,” from your significant other. Nothing.
The problem was that my particular significant other had been my best friend since diapers, boyfriend since I was fifteen and he was sixteen, lover since I was seventeen, and the man I currently lived and shared my life with.
“Spit it out and respect me enough to actually tell the truth and not the lies you’re trying to spin,” I told Michael “Blaze” Sanders as his shifty-eyes straightened and pinned themselves to my own.
“You know the party we had at the MC about two months ago when you couldn’t come because you were sick?” Of course I knew. My best friend, Lana, had come to take care of me because Michael was unwilling to stay home from the Stoneridge Raiders Motorcycle Club was hosting.
“I guess Phoenix was busy after he tucked me in his room. He got called away to handle something. Jess found her way to his room.” He buried his head in his hands then.
“I was dreaming. I thought I was dreaming that you were there, blowing me.”
“Never even looked. Just laid there enjoying as my schlong got hard from being sucked,” he was saying as my stomach’s meager contents turned over at the fact that he wasn’t even attempting to soften this blow with nice words.
“Then you were riding me, but it felt weird. Different because we always used condoms, and everything was so hot and wet, when I finally opened my eyes to ask you where you’d learned to do that…” he cut himselfoff there because he noticed I looked nearly ready to puke.
“It wasn’t you. It was Jess, and she was riding me.” He looked away guiltily again.
“I didn’t stop her.” I could hear the remorse in his voice and I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“I didn’t stop her because I’d never felt sexual intercourse like that before. I knew I should have stopped her. She was my brother’s girl, and then there was you.”
So happy to hear I was his second concern. He didn’t notice my narrowed eyes though, and just continued on. “I was coming before I knew what happened and then Phoenix burst in the room.”
“I’m assuming the sexual intercourse was so good with her that you’re here to tell me we’re done?” I finally managed to choke out behind the thick emotion clogging my throat, as I did everything in my power to hold back my tears.
“It’s not like that, babe. I swear, I never touched her again after that.”
“Thank you for showing me the immense respect due an old lady by bringing your side piece here in order to ridicule me. You were my best friend on earth, my soul mate, the man I was planning my entire future with, and you decided to destroy me in front of your side piece, as if the truth of what you’ve done wasn’t enough? I needed to suffer a more public humiliation to go with it? I appreciate having her as an audience to that level of humiliation you’ve just heaped on me.”
Again, he appeared as though I had struck him with my words. “You don’t understand!” he whined.
“She’s pregnant,” he whispered and everything whooshed out of me in that breath.
“Have you verified her pregnancy?” I asked after glancing at the still smug bimbo sitting at the table behind ours. She didn’t appear to be having difficulty with morning sickness, and the drink she had did not appear to be a virgin one. Interesting.
“What do you mean? She told me she was,”
“You were with her ONE time, supposedly. She had a boyfriend and proved she had no qualms about cheating on him. If she’s even pregnant, and doesn’t miraculously have a miscarriage in the next couple weeks before you can get to a doctor appointment with her…” I sighed. “If she’s really pregnant, then how do you know it’s even yours? Could be Phoenix’s, could belong to anyone.” I informed him.
At the rate the little color he had left in his face disappeared, I knew he hadn’t thought of any of that. “She’s drinking a Mimosa at breakfast, for god’s sake, Michael. It has spirit in it. Great choice of potential baby momma for you, because any truly pregnant woman would not be sucking back her third alcoholic beverage of the day before 10 a.m.”
His eyes moved from me to glare in Jessica’s direction. “What have I done?”
“You just admitted to cheating, multiple times, on the woman who thought you were her lifelong everything, Michael. You destroyed me and everything we were,” I pointed to Jessica, “who started out what you had by raping you, and then destroyed what we had with a lie about a baby.” I stood then, the gift bag I no longer wanted to use in hand, as I put my purse on my shoulder.
“No! Baby,” He stood too. All eyes in the café were on us by then, including Jessica’s worried ones. I had to get out of there.
“Enjoy your life. Do not call, message, or come anywhere near me. Do not even let my name leave your lips on a whisper because you may have once been my everything and my future, but now you are nothing.”
“Myra, please, babe, don’t do this.”
…
As if my words conjured inferno to unleash it’s demons, five of them stormed into the café at that moment.
My father was in the lead. Phoenix wasn’t far behind. He took note of Jessica, Michael, and myself and came directly to me, whispering in my ear.
“I’m so sorry, baby girl. I wasn’t allowed to tell you, and I begged for the right to do so.”
At least one person had wanted to do right by me. Too bad it wasn’t any of the people who should have done it.
“All of you knew?” I asked.
He nodded his head as my father raised yelling at the “dumb son of a bimbo,” as he punched Michael.
“STOP!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. Everything stopped.
My father pulled back mid-swing and glanced in my direction.
“Just stop!” I told my father, my words laced with seething hatred.
He paled when he realized it was all aimed at him.
“What does that mean?” He asked.
“You knew. That party was in the beginning of August, and every single one of you knew. Phoenix was allowed the opportunity to ditch the bimbo who cheated on him.I’m your daughter!” I yelled.
“And you let me continue to be with him. He was unprotected with that bimbo and who knows what she has besides a fake pregnancy.” Jess attempted to get up then to slink out, no doubt.
Phoenix moved and held her in place.
You could hear a pin drop in the café until Phoenix spoke.
My glare turned to Jessica then. “Thank you,” I told her. “You’re a wanker, but you’re the only person here who bothered to make sure I knew what was going down.” I pinned each of them with my stare in turn as I said those words.
I tossed the gift bag that I’d been holding tightly to at his feet and watched as the contents of the bag spilled out when it tipped over.
A pair of tiny, black leather, biker boots fell out along with the note that said, “Congrats Daddy! A biker baby will arrive May 23rd.”
Michael reached out his hand as shock, awe, and then devastation rolled across his features.
“Congratulations,” I stated coolly as I turned my focus back to Michael. “You got your wish. You knocked me up, but you chose a bimbo and her fake baby over the one you’ve been so enthusiastically trying to make with me.” I scoffed out a heartbreaking laugh as I shook my head back and forth.
“You’ve all done enough to hurt me already. I’m not adding to your mess. I need a week to sort how I’m going to clean it all up and how to move on with my life.” With that, I left. I left knowing I absolutely was going to do something stupid, but that it wasn’t going to hurt any more than I was already hurting.
…
Myra
Finally making it to South Dakota, with only a few miles to go, was nothing compared to seeing a mostly undressed biker walking down the side of the road I was traveling.
How did I know he was a biker? Well, the kutte was a dead giveaway. Honestly, my curiosity was getting the better of me as I slowed to take in the fact that my initial assessment had been correct.
The man had not one single stitch of clothing on, with exception of his leather kutte.
According to his patches, he was a member of a local club of the Aces High MC.
My GPS squawked at me, saying that my turn was coming up in two miles, and since I had been paying more attention to the nearly undressed biker than the road, it startled me enough that I slammed on the breaks.
The next thing I knew, my passenger side door was being flung open and the undressed man was depositing his hips into the seat of my car.
Thank God for leather seats that could be wiped up. Not that he was dirty, but he was a biker in the middle of nowhere without clothes.
“Thanks for the pickup.
The rest of that walk was about to be brutal without my boots,” he told me before beaming a smile at me that no doubt melted the panties off of women everywhere.
Myself included, apparently, despite the fact that my lady parts should have been in ‘off’ mode considering my recent troubles. I guessed that I was still a woman, after all.
“Um, I didn’t. Sorry, I…”
“Really it’s cool of you,” he mentioned with a grin before turning to look forward at the road before us.
“Seems like you got yourself into a little pickle there,” I mumbled as I took my foot off the break and gently eased back on the gas.
“Hey now, darlin’! There’s nothing little about my pickle.” His mock sincerity had me glancing over, and much to my shame, down as well. He chuckled, and suddenly I wanted to put this biker boy in his place.
“If you say so,” I mentioned as I rolled my eyes back to the road in front of me.
“It’s chilly out there,” he huffed indignantly. “Don’t judge me,” he added as he cupped his man parts in two hands. Yes, it was not lost on me that it took two rather large hands to be sure he had proper coverage. My GPS squawked once more about the impending turn I was supposed to be taking. “Where exactly are you headed at this time of night?” He asked as he eyed the contraption that was suction-cupped to my dash.
“I could ask you the same.”
“You could, but it looks like we’re going to the same spot,” he told me as he tapped the GPS.
“You’re going to a bar with no clothes on?”
He shrugged his well-formed shoulders and grinned over at me. “It’s a strip club, figure why not let the ladies get a look for once.”
“Why not, indeed?” I thought to myself. Though judging from his chuckle, I must have actually said it out loud too. It figures, at the very start of my new life, I would be the one to accidentally pick up a hitchhiker. A undressed, biker, hitchhiker. I rolled my eyes up to the sky, and silently asked what the universe had planned for me.