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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 8: Passion Returns
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

It was Saturday and the driveway was filled with stuff from the 
house. Greg walked around looking at all of the stuff his wife had 
put out to sell. He couldn't believe how much she had taken out of 
the house. All of the exercise equipment that had been sitting idle 
in the basement was lined up along the edge of the driveway. 
Knickknacks from the shelves in the formal living room and the 
family room filled three tables. There was furniture and other huge 
items that had been tucked away here and there in the house.

He went over to her chair and looked around. Even though he had 
helped carry everything out, he was amazed. He said, "Wow. 
Where did all this stuff come from?"

"From just about every room in the house," she answered. She 
looked over at the furniture knowing that no one had sat in those 
particular pieces in five years. She was the only one who ever 
looked at the knickknacks and that was when she dusted them 
every week. Every item in the driveway required her to do 
something every week and she had come to hate them.

"What about that all that bedroom furniture?"

"That used to be the guest room," she said. She laughed and said, 
"In all the years we've lived here we've only had guests three 
times and that was when my parents came during the Christmas 
holidays."

"What are you going to do with the guest room?"

"I'll close the door and never go in it again," she answered. 

"What if we have guests?"

"I'll vacuum the floor and put in an inflatable bed," she answered 
while making a cutting motion through the air with her hand. 
Every week she had gone in that room and vacuumed the floor and 
dusted the furniture. It had been a waste of her time and she was 
done wasting her time on that house.

"Or you could turn it into a love dungeon," he joked.

"Don't say that too loud, you'll give Harry ideas."

A guy driving an old beat up pickup truck pulled up in front of the 
house. He got out and wandered around for ten minutes. Sharon 
watched him for a minute and then turned to Greg. She said, "I 
don't know how much of this stuff we'll sell, but I plan to get rid 
of it today. Anything that isn't sold is going to the goodwill."

"Okay," Harry said. He didn't care about any of that junk anyway. 
Selling it, giving it to charity, or throwing it away was all the same 
to him. 

The man wandered over to the tables with knickknacks. He picked 
up a few items and examined them carefully. After a few minutes, 
he came over to Sharon and said, "You've got all of this stuff 
under priced. I'll give you a thousand for everything on the tables. 
I'd feel guilty giving you any less."

Stunned, Sharon stared at the guy. She had figured that if she sold 
everything on the tables she'd get a hundred dollars. She looked at 
Greg and then back at the guy. She said, "Okay."

The guy reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills. He 
pulled out ten one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her. He 
wasn't going to tell her that he'd probably get twenty times that for 
the goods. He handed her a card and said, "If you decide to do this 
again, I suggest that you bring it by my auction house. You'll get a 
fair market price for your goods less the ten percent auction fee."

She accepted the cash and the card. Feeling a little ridiculous, she 
put the cash in the little cash box. Looking over the card, she said, 
"Thank you. I do have more stuff that I want to get rid of."

"Whatever you don't sell today, bring it by Thursday and we'll put 
it up for auction," he said. Looking over at the tables, he asked, 
"Do you have any boxes and newspaper?"

"Sure," she said. 

"I'll go get it," Greg said and ran off to the garage. He returned 
with a dozen boxes and a stack of newspapers. 

Sharon and Greg helped the man wrap up each individual item and 
pack it away in a box. The man worked slowly and methodically. 
With each item, he took a moment to examine it before wrapping it 
in newspaper. He carried the boxes over to the truck and put them 
in the back with care. 

After the man had driven off, Sharon pulled the bills out of the box 
and handed them over to Greg. She said, "That's the down 
payment on a car for Harry. Why don't you get him and go look at 
some cars?"

"Are you sure?" Greg asked. He had been waiting for the perfect 
time to talk with her about getting Harry a car.

"Yes, I'm sure. Get him a nice used car," she said. Looking over at 
the items scattered across the driveway, she said, "I don't care 
what it takes to get him a good car, just do it. I feel so guilty."

"I know what you mean," Greg said, "I felt like I had been stabbed 
in the stomach when he told me. I couldn't believe it. I never gave 
him a chance to tell us for two whole months. We should have 
taken him out for a celebration dinner the day he got his learner's 
permit."

"I know."

"I bought my VW Bug the day I got my permit and fixed it up so 
that I could take my driver's test in it," Greg said. Shaking his 
head, he said, "I really loved that car."

"The famous Lady Bug."

"Yeah."

She looked at him for a minute and then said, "I've never heard 
you talk about the BMW with that same longing in your voice."

"It was my first car."

"Go get your son his first car," Sharon said with a smile.

Greg knocked on the door. Inside his bedroom, Harry stared at the 
door wondering who would knock on it. Usually, if someone 
wanted him they just bellowed. He went over and opened it. 
Surprised to find his father at the door, he asked, "What?'

Smiling at the surprised reaction of his son, Greg said, "Why don't 
you get dressed and we'll go look for a car?"

"A car?" Harry asked. 

"Yes. I figure we have enough time before your date to find a good 
car for you," Greg said. He turned away and then turned back, "I'll 
be waiting in the den."

Harry nearly tripped over the clothes on the floor as he raced to his 
closet to find a clean shirt. He paused and gave a little boxer's 
punch to the air while he shouted, "Yeah!"

Curious, Cathy stuck her head in his door and asked, "What was all 
that about?"

"He's taking me to buy a car."

"No shit?"

"No shit." He pulled a shirt out of the closet and started to put it 
on.

"Wow," Cathy said. She looked down the hall and said, "Things 
are changing around here."

"I know what you mean," he said. He looked in his closet and then 
down at the floor of his room. He realized that he was going to 
have to wash clothes tomorrow or he'd be going to school wearing 
dirty clothes.

"If I don't see you later, good luck on your date."

Harry paused buttoning his shirt and said, "Thanks."

"I imagine that mom is going to need some help with the garage 
sale," Cathy said. She took a deep breath and while shrugging her 
shoulders said, "I guess I'll go out there for a while."

---

Harry knocked on the door feeling his stomach in his throat. His 
father had warned to expect anything when meeting the parents 
and not to let them rattle him. That didn't make him any less 
nervous. He was pleased when Lisa answered the door. She was 
wearing a nice blue dress. He didn't know that it was the dress she 
usually wore to church on Sundays.

Nervous about her first date, she said, "Hello Harry. My parents 
want to meet you and then we can go."

"Hello Lisa. I'm more than happy to meet your parents," Harry 
said trying not to act too nervous. His father had given him advice 
on how to deal with her parents. He was to address them as Mr. 
and Mrs. McCullum. He should shake the father's hand while 
looking him in the eye. He should take the mother's hand and bend 
slightly over it rather than shake it. 

Lisa led him to their family room and almost turned around as soon 
as she saw what her father was doing. Her father, wearing some 
sort of military jacket, was watching a hunting show. Standing up, 
he turned to Harry and asked, "Do you like hunting?"

"I've never been hunting, sir," he answered. 

"I love hunting. There's nothing like taking aim and watching the 
beast drop to the ground after you've pulled the trigger," he said 
smiling at Harry.

Lisa looked like she wanted to crawl under the table. She was 
convinced that her father hated her. Swallowing, Harry said, "I'm 
sure there's nothing like doing that, sir."

The man held out his hand and said, "I'm Jack McCullum."

"I'm Harry Anders, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. 
McCullum," he said accepting the hand and looking her father in 
the eye. He tried not to flinch while images of being hunted by the 
big man flashed through his mind.

An older version of Lisa entered the room. She looked at her 
husband and wondered why he was wearing that old jacket. 
Terrified by what appeared to be a plot to chase away Harry, Lisa 
said, "This is my mother, June. Mom, this is Harry."

Harry accepted her mother's hand and said, "Hello, Mrs. 
McCullum. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Her mother looked over Harry and smiled. He was a charming 
young man and she wasn't sure that was entirely a good thing. She 
said, "Thank you, young man. I assume that you're taking her to 
the mall."

"No ma'am. I've planned a date that should allow us a little 
entertainment and a chance to talk. I hope to show your daughter a 
very good time."

Looking at Lisa, she said, "Have a good time on your date, but not 
too good of a time."

"What exactly are your plans?"

Harry turned to the father and said, "Sir, I plan to take Lisa to an 
antique car auction. We should be there for an hour and then we'll 
walk across the street to a tea house for afternoon tea. After an 
hour, we will leave to return here. All in all, the date will last about 
three hours. Does that meet with your approval, sir?"

Lisa stared at Harry surprised by the date he had planned. She had 
expectations of a trip to the mall where they would walk around 
window shopping. This sounded a whole lot better than that. 

Surprised by the date, Jack asked, "A car auction?"

Nodding his head, Harry answered, "I discussed the matter with 
my family. We all came to the conclusion that it would be a very 
interesting thing to do on a date. It would give us a chance to see 
some nice antique cars and to watch a real auction in progress."

Impressed by the date, June said, "Afternoon tea does sound like 
fun. I almost wish we could go with you."

"Mom!" Lisa blurted out blushing in embarrassment at the idea of 
having her parents tag along on her first date.

Smiling at Lisa, Harry said, "That would be one way to assure that 
we have a good time, but not too good of a time."

Lisa looked at him with wide eyes, her mother giggled, and her 
father laughed at the comment. The father said, "I like you, young 
man. You're calm and cool under pressure."

Harry smiled at the compliment and said, "Thank you, sir."

Getting serious, Jack McCullum asked, "Are you driving?"

"I don't have my driver's license, Mr. McCullum. My father is 
driving us on this date. He also lent me his cell phone in case there 
is a problem," Harry said. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a 
slip of paper. Handing it to her father, he said, "That is the cell 
phone number, sir."

"Good," her father said looking at the piece of paper. The young 
man had met and exceeded all the conditions he set on first dates 
with his daughter. Sighing, he said, "You kids have fun."

"Thank you, sir," Harry said. He was tempted to add that he should 
enjoy his hunting show, but thought better of it. There was no use 
pushing his luck.

He followed Lucy out of the house and led her to the car. He 
opened the car door for her and then closed it once she was settled. 
She had started to slide across the seat, but stopped when she 
realized that he was walking around the car to get in on the other 
side. After opening his door, Harry waved to the parents who were 
watching from the door. 

At the doorway, her mother watched Harry open the door for Lisa. 
In a soft voice, she said, "That boy is going to sweep our little girl 
off her feet."

"He's polite," said her father looking at the BMW and not liking 
what he was seeing. 

"Who ever heard of teenagers going to an antique car auction and 
afternoon tea as a date?" She found it interesting that he had 
discussed the date with his parents. She wondered what kind of 
family could come up with that kind of idea for a date. It was 
simple, romantic, and probably very inexpensive. 

"I would have liked to go to that auction," Jack said. He wondered 
how the kids would react if they were to show up and dismissed 
the idea. His daughter wouldn't talk to him for a month. She 
probably wasn't going to talk to him for a week about the hunting 
comments as it was. Sighing, he added, "You're right. He's going 
to sweep our little girl off her feet."

Once he slid into his seat, Harry said, "Dad, this is Lisa 
McCullum."

Greg turned to where he could look at Lisa and said, "It is nice to 
meet you, Miss McCullum."

"Thank you," Lisa said somewhat taken aback by the way he 
addressed her. Remembering her manners, she added, "It's nice to 
meet you, Mr. Anders."

Greg listened as Lisa apologized for the hunting remarks of her 
father. She confessed that her father had never been hunting. He 
chuckled when Harry confessed that he had images of her father 
hunting him. As he drove into town, he decided to remember that 
when his daughter had a young man come to pick her up on a first 
date. 

He dropped the kids off in front of the auction house. He waited 
until they had gone inside before driving off. Laughing at the 
comment about hunting, he said, "That's such a great line. It's 
better than what any of the fathers ever said to me."

---

From the looks the kids were giving each other when he went to 
pick them up, Greg was pretty sure that the date had gone well.  
They rode back to the house holding hands. Harry walked her to 
the door and gave her a very short goodbye kiss. The kiss had 
hardly ended when her mother opened the door. Greg watched as 
they had a short exchange. At least the mother was smiling.

Harry climbed into the car and said, "That was a great date. We're 
going out again next weekend."

"Good. How was the auction?" 

Harry grinned and said, "They sold a car for almost half a million 
dollars. We were scared that if we moved, they'd think that we 
were bidding. It was great."

"And the tea?"

"Mom was right. They had white gloves for Lisa to wear. The 
atmosphere was nice and quiet so we had a chance to talk. I think 
Lisa really enjoyed that," Harry said. Shaking his head, he said, 
"This has been a great day.

"It gets better," Greg said, "Chuck called to see if you wanted to 
go the movies. I hope you don't mind that we accepted his 
invitation for you."

"Not at all," Harry said. 

---

Greg and Sharon were seated across from each other at the dinner 
table eating supper. It was just the two of them since the kids were 
at the movies. Because of the garage sale, she hadn't had time to 
cook so she had picked up some Chinese take out. She had served 
it on the China. Looking up from the Lo Mien, she ran her hand 
through her long hair and said, "I like the jeep. I think it is a good 
first car."

"I thought so. I was kind of surprised that he wanted that one. 
There was a newer one on the lot, but it had a soft top. Harry said 
the hardtop would be better in the winter," he replied watching 
every move she made.

Sharon smiled at his attention and asked, "Are you sure that you 
didn't suggest that to him?"

"Positive."

"I guess the date went well," Sharon said leaning forward. The 
front of her dress fell forward.

"Yes. They are planning on going out again next weekend." Greg 
looked over the table at his wife and tried to catch a glimpse down 
her top. This small talk was driving him crazy. What he really 
wanted to do was rush around the table, throw her onto the table, 
and take her right there. Unable to keep quiet, he asked, "When did 
you get the wig?"

"Do you like it?" she asked with a shake of her head. She had 
spent all of the money made on the sale of the guestroom furniture 
to purchase that wig. It was the best and most lifelike wig that was 
in the store. The color wasn't exactly what she had wanted, but the 
length was right. It ended at the middle of her back.

"Oh god," he answered, "I love it."

She dipped a finger in the sweet and sour sauce and then stuck the 
finger in her mouth. After licking it clean, she looked him in the 
eye and asked, "What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know," he answered staring at her. 

Smiling at his unease, she sat back; an act that pulled the top of her 
dress tight against her chest. The twin bullets reappeared. She ran a 
finger over her top as if to remove a piece of lint. She made sure 
that she traced out her nipples. Looking up at him, she asked, "So 
what would you like to do?"

"I'd like to throw you on the table and take you right here," he 
answered.

"What's keeping you?" she asked. She swept a hand across the 
place setting sending it to the floor. She didn't even flinch at the 
sound of a plate breaking.

The next thing Greg knew, she was spread on the table with her 
dress bunched up around her waist. He was staring at her naked 
pussy from a distance of three inches while wondering when she 
had shaved off all her hair down there. He couldn't remember 
rushing around the table. He barely remembered ripping her 
panties off her. She had her hands in his hair and was shouting, 
"Don't bother eating me. Just fuck me."

The sight of her bare pussy was just too great to pass up. He 
pushed his face forward and attacked her naked cunt with his 
tongue. It didn't take thirty seconds before she was screaming her 
orgasm. They'd been engaging in foreplay for an entire week and 
she was on a hair trigger. 

By the time they were done with the third round, the dining room 
was a disaster area. Broken plates and food littered the floor. There 
was red sweet and sour sauce on the walls. Her dress was ripped 
and his pants torn. She was splayed across the table and he was 
slouched in the chair between her legs looking up at her. They 
were both breathing hard and feeling dazed. 

The sounds of the door opening caught their attention. Sharon sat 
up and, in a whispered shout, said, "Oh, God! The kids are home!"

The adults scrambled to get covered up before the kids made it to 
the dining room. They were standing and dressed before the kids 
showed up. Looking at her father with his torn pants pocket 
hanging down and her mother holding the torn top of her dress 
closed, Cathy was speechless. It took her a minute to take in the 
rest of the dining room. Shocked at the destruction she saw, she 
asked, "What happened?"

"Uh, we had a little accident," Sharon suggested hoping the kids 
bought it.
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