Gestures that made Lexi go wild and hard – part 1

The oldest, Brian, told me point blank that like a son, and being a son were two different things. He thanked me for helping his mother and gave me a check for a whopping thousand dollars. I would later find out the house had sold for over three hundred thousand and even after paying off the equity they had each walked away with almost seventy five thousand.

My aunt had not wanted me working too much while in school and I was only getting twenty hours a week at Stop and Shop, so no way could I afford my own place. Emely still lived at home and most of my friends either lived on campus or home as well. I found a roommate through a friend and that lasted until he knocked up his girlfriend and she was in and I was out.

I found a small efficiency apartment that I could barely afford, and continued to try to find full time work to no avail. Knowing there was no way I could afford to continue and heartbroken over my aunt’s condition, I quit school and just tried to find a job. The Toyota that Aunty had given me as a gift for my high school graduation blew its transmission and I was unable to get to work on time, I lost my job and the rest as they say was history.

I had been looking down into my empty soup bowl as I spoke, not wanting to see Lana feeling bad for me. When I finished I felt her hand on mine and looked up to see her looking at me with tears in her eyes. Again I felt like an asshole, but had to admit that her hand over mine felt nice. Squeezing my hand hard, Lana said softly, “Thank you Lexi.”

Confused I asked her what for, and shaking her head she had answered;

“First of all for trusting me, but mainly for making me appreciate what I have. I sit around at night feeling sorry for myself that I’m lonely, and how unfair things are with my kids. Hearing what you’ve been through makes me see how much I have to be thankful for.” She’d paused and added. “Your Aunt did a great job Lexi, because you’re a hell of a young man considering all you’ve been through.”

As she spoke she hadn’t moved her hand, and I was enjoying her touch. It had been a long time since I’d had any real human contact. I had the urge to turn my hand over so that I could hold hers, but figured that would look wrong. Instead I took a minute to fight back the emotions talking about my life had started to bring out.

Lana asked where Aunt Carmen was living and when I told her, she said that she knew where it was, and it wasn’t far from her house. At that point, I told her that I was planning on seeing her from there, and should probably get going.