Stockwell Motivations

A Story of Love, Family, Betrayal, and Redemption
1. Auflage 2015
ISBN: 978-0-9886471-3-8
Verlag: Westridge Art, USA
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 406 Seiten

Roger Waite found his dream woman while attending college at Washington State University. After a whirlwind romance he and Mary Johnson wed and begin life together, only to have her emotional sanity unravel because of a history of abuse and attempted suicide

Autoren/Hrsg.

Stockwell, Peter

Leseproben

Chapter 1 Roger Waite “I just met the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. She has the face of a model, a porn star body, hair which shines like the sun and a personality.” My roommate, Brian Russell laughed. “What are you laughing at?” I had returned to our apartment on Campus Way from a detour through the Holland/Terrell Library at Washington State University. “Roger Waite, you sound like a naive freshman with a hard on.” He put a hand on my shoulder. “Come on, you’ve dated lots of girls around here. What makes this one so different?” “I tell you, I’ve never seen such a girl before.” My hazel eyes glazed for a moment remembering the golden tresses and radiant smile. “Have you been drinking?” Brian looked around the room as if searching for bottles of Johnny Walker or Bacardi. “Nope, no alcohol. You vowed to never let a woman stand in your way of fucking everyone in a skirt.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what I said, but I tell you this girl is different.” I had bumped into her, literally, excused myself, and then fumbled for words to continue a conversation. “She spoke in ways I hadn’t heard from anyone of those skirts, as you called them. We had a wonderful beginning.” “Oh, don’t tell me you asked her out.” Brian’s head shook in disbelief. “Your thinking’s gone whacko.” “Very funny, I mean it. I think this girl might be the one.” I thought about all of the other girls I dated, whose hearts I left in shambles, whose lives I altered with abandon. What was so different about this girl? Why did I feel like giving up my old trials, my usual habits, or my current lifestyle? “How long have you known her? An hour and now nuptials are in your future. Man, this girl better be the Playmate of the Year.” I sat on Brian’s bed and smiled. He was right. It wasn’t rational. “Well, if Hefner wanted a fresh face and outstanding body, he couldn’t do much better. I’m meeting her at the SUB in half an hour. Come along and judge for yourself.” “You plan on sacking her tonight? I’ll stay with Joanne.” “I just met her and I have this stupid fear, if I make my usual move, I’ll lose her.” Lose her? She had what no other female exhibited. I just wasn’t sure what it was. “Yeah, but what happened with others didn’t upset you, so what’s different about this girl? By the way, what’s her name?” “Mary…Mary Johnson. Odd isn’t it. Her name is so plain and she’s a Venus…with arms.” My eyes acquired a faraway moment. “Ah, I don’t know. Something’s different.” The gaze returned and the conversation waned. I stood and grabbed my coat. “Are you coming?” Brian nodded and we left on an excursion of discovery. Brian and I formed a plan for him to enter before me. As we entered the CUB, I saw her sitting at a table, cautious eyes flitting around the room. He didn’t know who to observe. As he scanned, an expression of realization coursed his face. He looked at me and smiled. I sat beside her; Brian sat nearby but remained observable. His hand fanned, indicating a hottie. I grinned. “Who are you looking at?” My face burned, so I touched her hand, endeavoring to proffer assurance my attention was for her alone. “My roommate’s over there. I would be remiss if I didn’t introduce him.” He strolled over when I waved at him. “Brian, I’d like you meet Mary Johnson. Mary, this is Brian Russell. Brian extended his hand expecting the usual amenity. Mary appeared reluctant, but obliged. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you, too. Watch out for this guy. He’s a lady killer.” I frowned. Mary winced. “I’m kidding. He’s a nice guy. Take good care of him.” Brian turned to me. “I’ll see you later.” He winked and left. “Forgive him. He’s being funny for my sake.” Mary smiled, but I saw doubt in her eyes. “Hey, I want to get to know you. So ask me anything and I’ll answer, but I’m curious about you, too.” “Alright, have you lived in Wendlesburg all of your life? Do you have any brothers or sisters? What are you planning to do with the rest of your life?” A stupid grin crossed my face. “Well.” I hesitated, deliberating with intentionality. “I was born in Wendlesburg, have a brother and a sister, and I plan to work in real estate with my father. Now, what about you?” “There’s not much to tell. I have a brother who is older and a little sister who is thirteen. I live in Seattle and I don’t know what I am doing when I graduate.” “What are you studying?” “Sociology and psychology.” “I’m studying business. I’ll get my real estate license and become a broker like my Dad. Would you have dinner with me tonight?” Mary looked at me, curiosity shaping her face. “Dinner with me? You must have better things to do.” “Not really. Is something wrong with me?” “No, I just believe most guys want me because of my looks and body. What do you want, Roger?” She had a point. I had a hard time ignoring her assets. “I just want to learn as much as I can about you.” I smiled again. “Well, how about dinner?” “Okay, but nothing more.” “Of course, of course.” I’m an idiot blathering about a girl I hardly know. What’s the matter with me? “I’ll pick you up at six. I’ve never understood this eight o’clock stuff in the movies. Seems so late to be eating.” I’m blubbering again. “Mary, have you dated a lot of guys around here? I’m mean…um…ah…I’ve seen you before today, but we don’t cross paths very often. Are you seeing anyone right now?” I blushed, embarrassing myself with each muddled word. Mary furrowed her brow at me. Was she upset by the question? Time crawled along, seconds turning into imaginary minutes. “I’ve chosen not to be part of the dating scene, but I’ll take a chance and get to know you. By a lot, are you referring to your many conquests?” Boy she gets right to the point. “I’ve dated several women in the course of my years here, but I…wouldn’t…uh…call them conquests.” “So, no sex for you?” No one questioned my moral standing and most of the girls I slept with were just as willing to use me as I was to use them. Why did I even care what she thought? Yet, my infatuation transformed my shallow relationship-building to a deep foundation of compassion. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke. Her hair glowed with several colors of blonde and a hint of red. Her lips invited touching, as did the nape of her neck. My eyes trailed to her bosom. “Hey,” Mary jerked me back to reality. “What about it? Are you a sex maniac or just a guy who found a girl unwilling to be seduced on a first date?” “Guilty.” “Oh, please.” Mary stood. “I’ll see you at six and I agree eight is too late.” She left me sitting with lasciviousness drained from my soul and her address written on a napkin. I stood to make my way back to the apartment. Before I could escape, an interruption halted my progress. “Well, she looks to be innocent enough for you to ruin.” I shuddered as I realized a former girlfriend sat at a nearby table. “Hi, Monica. What’s up?” “Good, good, you haven’t changed since we broke up. Any girl, anytime, anywhere. Nice to see you still hustling the uninitiated.” Monica Atherton stood and approached. “Mind if I give her some sage advice before you bed her?” “I get the feeling you’re mad at me. You broke it off with me, remember?” “I wasn’t as willing to share you as much as you were willing to share you. Don’t forget about that freshman last year.” She closed in and kissed me a lustful kiss recalled from better times. She pressed her physique into mine. Monica smirked when she caressed my crotch. “She’s going to lose this before you ever get to put it to her.” “Oh, come on,...