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They were talking about me and Father and what was to be done. I wished they had been fucking. That was easier for me to deal with.
An hour later, they emerged, Grandfather leading. "Walter, stand up. Your legs must be asleep." He was right. I wobbled to my feet. Insects flooded my calves and thighs. Mother stood beside him. It was time for a talk.
"I'll do whatever you suggest." I granted.
"Your Grandfather is going to rape you." Mother spoke.
I bit my lip. "Mom, I have never been more stupid-"
"Don't ever be that much, ever again!" She cried.
"Hate me. I deserve it."
"Walter, shut up." Grandfather calmed. "We're going to talk about your Father."
"Ed refuses to let you back home." Mother said. "I've asked him for a divorce."
"You're not a minor. So that won't take long." Grandpa added. "Money isn't a problem. Your Mom's savings will keep her in furs and slave boys until she's in the grave next to me. Your college fund will be doubled. Don't think that'll make it easy. Tuition climbs every year."
"H-how can this have happend? Why so fast? What's the hurry?" I felt increasingly frantic!
"Hush."
"This is serious, Walter. It wasn't just you. Ed has been too comfortable, too long. Your mother's deal prevented her from wising him up when it might have helped."
"You honestly stuck to that deal, for all of my life, like a knight in armor?" Who was the stupid one? "I thought it was a strong rule of thumb."
"This may come as a shock to you, Walter, but a sexual pact has to be followed to the letter. It's the ultimate negotiation."
"The problem with Ed was, he never allowed your mother to discuss adjusting their agreement to cope with the changes in their lives."
"...because a man doesn't suffer the conniving of women." I looked at Grandpa.
"I said it. I've spent my time in the stupid room, too." He exhaled through his snout like a tea kettle.
"Walter. What's important right now is, what do you want?" Mother implored.
I wanted to get off the merry-go-round. "I want to be with you." I stared. She had never looked more beautiful, free, powerful. "And Grandpa."
"Thanks." He snorted.
"Mom. What do you want?"
Finally, there was calm in Grandfather's apartment.
"I want to love you and work." She never relented, after all my years.
"And Grandpa?"
She laughed. "And Father."
"Idiots! In my house. The one thing you can't call pest control for."
That was the lightest moment. For the rest of the day and evening, we hashed out a new deal, not a sexual one. Mother and I would live with Anthony until the end of summer. I would move to the capital, to a dorm, and Mother would get her own apartment there. Grandpa would visit us when he could. Mother offered to buy him a train pass. He refused.
I imagined he would see more of Corrin. Maybe Cheryl would pick my college and continue our times together. She'd been hinting. For companionship, Mother was a heap of trouble and joy for anyone who met her. Just one dating website would keep her in hot hetrosex for the rest of her vagina's warrantee. There was a wide world of opportunity for everyone.
Father hired a divorce lawyer.
I ended up selling used cars. Grandfather lives in a convalescent home, strapped into his bed at night to keep him from spanking nurses. There is a court order preventing Mother from using a computer. We shared Grandpop's old apartment, impoverished by law.
I still love my Father. He raised me to be strong willed and fair minded. I like my job. I don't screw customers. They come to me after the internet tells them, my word is my bond. I hired Gina to make sure I never sold junk. She's became a partner, married and a mother of two.
I can't forgive my Father though. He answers my texts, sometimes, but won't answer our phone calls. He says no one is to blame. Apparently, he's already dating. I wondered if Bette knows. I won't tell her. I do blame, Father. He could have kept his dog leashed but didn't. His lawyer was certain that Mother had cheated her every penny from Ed, because she hated transexuals. At least that's how he sold her to the jury.
She'd used Father's identity to conduct her business, because he was the master of the house. It was a big crime, though. She avoided prison, but was banned from the work she loved.
Grandpa had a stroke, when he was seventy eight, three years after the trial. I worked as hard as I could to pay the bills. Corrin set up a trust for his convalescence. We wouldn't accept a dime from her, but she did it behind our backs. That was the turning point.
I was able to save enough to buy a small home on the other side of town. I had to move my business and buy out Gina. I struggled to re-establish my car lot, successfully.
I came home one night, tired but smiling. I'd paid off a bill. It was for a repair garage. I still owed more money on my home and business mortgages than I'd paid. That garage would double my revenue. I had my health and my mother's love.
"Walter?"
"Yes, Mother." I found her typing on a mock typewriter keyboard. I hugged her shoulders.
"I'll make you something."
"Keep working, Mom." She was beautiful in the blue glow of the widescreen monitor. Fuck court orders. It's not like cops actually cared. Her parole officer stopped visiting after the first year. They had real shit to deal with. Still she used my identity when online. Unfortunately, that left only the sleaziest of dating sites, ones that didn't require ID verification, for her to find lovers who could satisfy her particular needs. She dated twice. I doubt she fucked either of them. She described one as a dom who tried to sound like Peter Lorre, and the other a gay man who needed to come the fuck out.
I opened the fridge. Everything was fresh and delicious looking. Our house was in order. Mom worked hard too. I shut the fridge and walked to my lounge chair. Sinking in, I worried I'd fall asleep. I heard Mother shut down her computer.
"Honey, I need your help."
"No, Mother, You don't."
"What can I do for you, to get you to help me?"
"You need to agree." I reminded her. She never would. The original was her lesson of a lifetime.
"Okay."
My heart stopped.
"I'll agree."
It restarted with a thump that could be heard around the room. I didn't ask her, why now after seven years. I clawed my way out of the deep chair and stood, head clear. "Okay."
Mother stood and walked over to me.
"On your knees, Mother. Tell me exactly what you agree to."
She kneeled slowly, smoothly. "I promise to obey you. I promise to give you everything that is mine."
"In return for your obedience and possessions, I will punish you physically whenever I desire and love you with all my heart." I didn't have to promise the last part. She knew.
"Now?"
I nodded. "Wait there." I wanted to run, but I marched into the bathroom and looked through her things. I found it, buried under her few cosmetics. I brought it to her.
"Next time, have this with you."
"Yes."
"No. I've changed my mind." I withheld the lipstick from her. "Stand and bend over the arm of my chair."
"Thank you."
"Son."
"Thank you, Son." She leaned cautiously. We had never done this before. She had never begged, and I had never offered. I had wanted her full agreement.
"Mother. First, I'm going to punish you for making me wait."
THE END
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