Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 1

She had trailed off, and I was unsure if I should change the subject or not. Taking a chance that maybe she wanted to talk, I asked if they were close, and if they called often. I felt like an ass when she shook her head and said that they had not been close since the divorce two years ago.

I had kind of figured she was divorced seeing I hadn’t seen a picture of the father anywhere. I decided at that point that the only way my lips should be moving is if they were chewing and went back to eating and feeling like a jerk.

Lana however, kept on the subject. She told me she had married her college sweetheart, and had gotten pregnant within a year. Her husband was a successful architect and made excellent money, and wanted her to be a stay at home Mom. Lana had a business degree and by the time both kids were in school went back to work.

She was still with the same company and pretty much ran the entire office. She also made good money, and the divorce agreement was that she kept the house in exchange for not pursuing alimony, and that they split the boys tuition.

I figured she would stop there, but to my surprise she continued by telling me that she hadn’t been happy with him for years. He worked constantly, traveled for work and even when he was home they never went out and after a sigh she added that he pretty much neglected her in the bedroom too, leaving her feeling as if something was wrong with her. The bedroom remark had caught me off guard and I swallowed my food hard and fought not to choke.

My first thought was that it was information I didn’t need to know, the second was why he would ignore her. She looked pretty good in that picture and was certainly nice enough.

Mercifully, Lana didn’t notice me almost spitting out my food and went on to say that after his hours got longer, and he traveled even more, she started getting suspicious.

Sure enough, she discovered quite a few restaurant charges on his credit card and found out he was not only cheating on her, but that it had been going on for years. I spoke up saying that, that was a shame, but it was his loss. She told me I was sweet, but went on to say that the affair hadn’t upset her as much as I would have thought. After all, they had just been going through the motions for years.

What had crushed her was that Lana had found out that her sons knew, and had even met the woman. They had covered for him, and then seemed upset when she filed for the divorce.

Lana said that at the time of their separation, both of the boys stopped calling as frequently as they used to and neither had come home to see her for Christmas even though they had come up to see their father who lived an hour away in Boston. With a bitter smile, she added that their feelings never stopped them from cashing the checks she sent them to help with their books, and they had no problem letting her pay for half their education.

I asked why she bothered, and with a shrug she said they were still her sons, she loved them and just because they were doing the wrong thing didn’t mean she should as well. I nodded, although I didn’t completely agree, that was definitely something Aunt Carmen would say. As Lana began to tell me what her sons were going to school for, my mind wandered.

I could care less what those ungrateful spoiled little pricks were studying. I found that I was as upset as she seemed. Over the last few months I’d seen more than my share of the crap that people could offer, and it disgusted me to see this woman being mistreated by her own kids. Never mind some asshole who obviously didn’t appreciate what he’d had in her.

I guess I had gone a little too quiet and she asked if she were boring me. I gave her a smile and said that I could never be bored listening to a beautiful woman. Lana laughed loudly, it was an infectious one and I found myself having a hard time trying to keep a straight face while I asked what was so funny.

Lana told me I must be pretty good with the girls, because that was as smooth of a line as she had heard. I countered with the remark, that with her looks I was sure she’d heard her share of lines. She laughed again, but then shrugged and said she really hadn’t. She’d dated one kid through high school and met her eventual ex husband her freshman year at PC.

I pointed out that her divorce was a couple of years ago, and I was sure she would have made up for lost time so to speak. Lana rolled her eyes and said she’d had maybe a handful of dates since then. She wasn’t sure where to meet someone, and she still felt a little nervous about the whole thing, having spent over twenty years with one person. I told her that was a shame, that a pretty woman like her should be having some fun. She told me that she had already fed me and would pay me, so I didn’t have to keep flattering her. I responded with Aunt Carmen’s classic line of

“I don’t have to do anything.”

Lana laughed and said okay, she would accept the flattery. I told her that I was sorry for what happened, that someone like her deserved to be happy, and that wasn’t a line I meant. I took a chance and told her that I thought what her sons were doing was terrible, that they should appreciate her.

I felt bad after I said it, but she nodded in agreement. Lana then looked at me and asked if I had any family. I hesitated, not wanting to get into it, but after looking at her, and realizing how much she had shared with me, I figured what the hell? If anything, it might make her feel better about her kids, after all they were nowhere near as bad as Aunt Carmen’s. Besides, at the end of the day when was the last time someone had seemed interested in my life?

Taking the last sip of my coffee, I began at the beginning, but made it as brief as possible. My father screwed when I was around five, ran off with his secretary was what my mother would later tell me. So I guess right off the bat Lana and I had something in common.

Mom worked full time and did the best she could, but had a hard time making ends meet and we were constantly moving from place to place because she kept falling behind on rent. After we ended up staying with friends for a week, with no idea where she was going to live next, Mom’s aunt Carmen invited us to live with her.

Aunt Carmen was Mom’s godmother and had always been close to her. Aunty had two sons’, who were a little older than Mom, but had both gotten married and moved to Connecticut. Aunt Carmen had been widowed years ago when her husband died of a heart attack, and with the boys gone she was alone and told Mom she would love the company. Much like Lana’s spawn, her boys barely called and only came to visit if they needed something.

Aunty wasn’t loaded, but her huge house in East Greenwich was paid off and she had a line of credit that she used to borrow off the equity. Also like Lana, she was generous despite her son’s ungratefulness and helped each of them by their houses.

My aunt would baby sit me while Mom worked and we grew close. When I was thirteen Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. It was stage four when they found it and Mom went downhill quickly. With the exception of a couple of cousins Mom had no family and asked my Aunt if she would take care of me. Two weeks after Aunt Carmen’s lawyer filed the papers for her to become my legal guardian, Mom passed away. I was devastated, but Aunty was great and got me through those tough times.

For the next five years life was pretty good. I did fairly well in school, and did everything I could for Aunty around the house and ran all of her errands, while her kids may as well have been pictured on milk cartons. When I graduated high school my grades were not quite good enough to qualify for a scholarship, but Aunt Carmen told me not to worry. Using some money from her house she paid for my first year at URI and told me that as long as my grades stayed good, she would continue right up to graduation.

The beginning of my freshman year was when things began to go to hell. Aunt Carmen’s memory had been slipping and she was starting to have periods of time that she could not recall what she had been doing. When I came home from school one day to find her half dressed wandering around the neighbor’s yard I called her doctor.

The doctors told me that she was in the beginning stages of dementia and things most likely were not going to get any better. We had nurses start to come during the day, but she was becoming progressively worse, some days not even recognizing me.

When my aunt had first started slipping I had called both of her sons, neither of which was too concerned. I got ‘well take her to the doctors and let us know how you make out’. When I told them what the doctor had said they said to ‘keep them in the loop’ and they would try to make it down when they could.

One day I came home to find the nurse cleaning up some glass, she told me my aunt had lost track of who and where she was and had gotten violent, throwing a plate at her. The doctor said it was time to call her sons and get their asses down there.

In retrospect, I would have been better off not even telling him she had kids. Hell, Aunty didn’t remember them, and it’s not like they cared about her. Instead, as she had raised me to do, I did the right thing and called them, telling them they needed to come and help out.

They showed up and after talking to the doctor, decided the best thing for their mother, who had taken care of them their entire lives, was to stick her in a home. The doctor seemed to have the impression they were scum, but they were next of kin, and she really did need around the clock care.

With their mother now in a home, with no chance of getting better, the bastards decided that she no longer needed a house. Within a month they had sold it, leaving me with no place to live. They were sporting enough to let me stay while the house was for sale, if for no other reason then I mowed the lawn and kept it looking good, but when it sold I was told to leave.

Knowing the answer, but trying anyway, I asked them for a little bit of the money, so I could not only get a place but pay for at least another semester of school. Aunt Carmen had told me many times she was going to leave me something, but right now she was still alive and not in her right mind, leaving the pieces of crap that had somehow been born to her calling the shots.

Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 1 will continue in the next page.