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Subject: {ASSM} A Different Sort Of Lifestyle 29 (MF, rom)
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Lazlo Zalezac
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A Different Sort Of Lifestyle
Chapter 29: Best Left Unknown
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2006

Greg sat down at the patio table and took a sip of his scotch. 
Dinner was over and he had gone out onto the patio to enjoy a little 
quiet time with his wife. It had been nice for the two of them to 
have a nice romantic dinner alone and sharing a drink would 
extend the intimate mood. Carrying a small glass of sherry, Sharon 
joined him at the table. Once she was comfortable, she said, "This 
is nice."

"Yes, it is. The weather is really nice for this time of year," Greg 
said looking up at the sky. It was slowly changing colors as sunset 
approached. The temperature was not as hot as normal for that time 
of year.

"Cathy had a very nice day today," Sharon said looking over at her 
husband. She still couldn't believe what he had done for their 
daughter.

"Oh? What happened?" Greg asked. He was curious about what 
the kids had been doing, but Sharon had not wanted to discuss it 
over dinner. Cathy had come home just when they were finishing 
dinner. Although he had thought it odd, Cathy had helped Sharon 
clean up the kitchen. He assumed that it meant that Cathy wanted a 
chance to discuss something with her mother and dismissed it. He 
had just shrugged it off as boy trouble.

"Well, her young man made her feel real special today," Sharon 
answered biting her lower lip nervously. 

"Oh? What did he do?"

"He gave her a very special and romantic afternoon," Sharon 
answered wondering how much she should tell him.

"Oh." He realized that he was saying that word a lot during this 
discussion. His stomach clenched when he realized what his wife 
was telling him. There were just some things that a father wasn't 
supposed to know. He sighed and said, "I take it that she's no 
longer my little girl."

"You could put it that way," Sharon said watching him carefully.

Greg was quiet for a minute while he considered the events. 
Daughters were supposed to remain virgins until their wedding 
night. Hoping that he wasn't going to have to beat the kid to a 
pulp, he asked, "Did that little shit make it nice for her?"

"Very nice," Sharon answered wincing at the tone of voice he used 
in asking his question.

"At least he kept his promise," Greg said with a snort. He took a 
sip of his scotch and stared at the pool. He didn't really feel like 
talking about it. He felt like taking the kid out into the woods and 
leaving him there.

"It was nice of you to have him make that promise," Sharon said.

Shaking his head, Greg said, "What I really wanted to tell him was 
that I'd cut his balls off if he touched my little girl."

Sharon nodded her head in understanding. She knew that fathers 
tended to be protective of their daughters. She said, "I know."

"Where's Harry?" Greg asked hoping that there would be good 
news about one of the kids.

"Uh, he won't be home tonight," Sharon answered.

"Why not?" Greg asked sitting up straight in his chair. He had 
figured that Harry was at work that evening.

"He's staying the night over at Lisa's house."

Greg stared at his wife for a minute and then finished his drink in 
one gulp. Standing up, he said, "I've got to do something about 
this."

"What are you going to do?" Sharon asked afraid that Greg was 
going to do something to ruin the night for Harry and Lisa. Poor 
June had worked so hard to make sure that everything would be 
just right that evening.

Greg stopped and turned to look at his wife. The tone of voice she 
had used suggested that he shouldn't do anything to break up the 
evening. In a quiet voice, he said, "I figure that Jack probably 
needs a drink about as much as I need one."

Giving him a soft smile, Sharon said, "You go ahead. I'm sure 
you're right."

Greg pulled into the parking lot of the bar that Jack pointed out. It 
was the only car in the parking lot and Greg wondered why Jack 
had picked this place. The two men got out of the car and made 
their way to the building. Once inside, Jack nodded to the grizzled 
bartender and then took a seat at the bar. Greg would have 
preferred a table, but he sat down next to Jack.

The bartender looked at the two men and said, "You gentlemen 
look like your dog died."

Greg nodded his head in agreement and said, "I feel like it too. I'll 
take a scotch and make it a double."

In a miserable tone of voice, Jack said, "Same here."

"You look like you have a problem."

"Sure do," Greg answered.

"Well, gentlemen, we need to find out if this is a beer or a whiskey 
problem," the bartender said wiping down the bar in front of the 
two men.

Jack had gone through this same dance with this bartender before. 
Frowning, he said, "His son is making a woman out of my little 
girl."

"My daughter had sex with a boy this afternoon," Greg said 
following Jack's example.

The grizzled old bartender reached up and took two glasses down 
from the rack. While filling them with ice, he said, "Put your car 
keys on the counter, boys. This is definitely a whiskey problem."

Greg slid his keys across the bar top and watched as the bartender 
poured two scotches. Much to his surprise, the bartender had even 
taken the bottle off the top shelf. While pouring the drinks, the 
bartender said, "I remember when I caught my little girl in bed 
with a man. I was so mad that I threw the fucker through the 
window."

The bartender slid a drink across the bar. Greg accepted the glass 
of scotch from the man and asked, "What happened?"

"Well, I spent the night in jail. My little girl spent the night 
packing. I got home and she was gone. She didn't speak to me for 
almost five years," the old man answered. There was a pained look 
in his eyes while he related the story.

Jack took a sip of his scotch and said, "That's rough."

"I hope you gentlemen haven't reacted like I did," the bartender 
said.

"No. I more or less gave my blessing. I told my wife that I'd rather 
have our daughter explore that stuff in her bedroom than in the 
back seat of a car. The wife set up a room real nice for the event," 
Jack said shaking his head. He wished he could have taken those 
words back, but that wasn't possible.

"Same thing goes here. I made the little bastard promise that he'd 
treat my daughter right," Greg said.

"I think you men did the right thing. If you were to do what I did, 
they'd lock you up in jail and throw away the key," said the 
bartender.

Curious, Greg asked, "So what happened to you?"

"I was lucky in a way. The judge had a daughter, too. He only gave 
me six months probation and some community service," the old 
man said. He wiped down the counter to clean up some of the 
booze that had spilled while pouring and said, "Of course, I would 
have been willing to go to jail for six months if I had been able to 
talk to my daughter. Those were the worst five years of my life."

"Five years," Jack echoed shaking his head. He was just learning 
how to talk to his daughter. A mistake like that now would have 
destroyed all chance of them having a real relationship.

"Yes. I think you did the right thing. At least your daughters will 
be talking to you tomorrow," the bartender said. He looked at the 
two men and said, "That doesn't mean you have to like those boys. 
You can growl and glower at them all you want."

That was advice Greg was going to take to heart. He looked over at 
Jack and said, "Jack, I give you permission to call my son what 
ever names you might see fit this evening. Hell, I've been calling 
the little shit that spent the afternoon with my daughter all kinds of 
things."

Shaking his head, Jack said, "I can't blame him too much. My wife 
and daughter have been planning this thing for a long time. What 
do you do when your little girl is all ready to grow up? You can't 
stop them. They'll sneak off into the woods again."

Groaning at the reminder, Greg said, "That was a horrible day. 
You know, you try to protect them and keep them innocent. You 
try to make them happy. You can't do that in today's world. It's 
just too ugly."

"Well, my daughter is nearly seventeen and I can understand her 
wanting to grow up. Your daughter is fifteen. This must be eating 
you up, Greg," Jack said. He'd had enough time to get used to the 
idea that his little girl was growing up. 

Greg took a drink and noticed that it was almost empty. He set it 
on the counter and gestured to it. He said, "I knew this day was 
coming. My wife warned me about this a couple years ago. She 
told me that Cathy wouldn't want to wait. You see, Cathy takes 
after her mother and my wife can be a real passionate woman at 
times."

"Same with Bunny," Jack said even though there had been almost 
seventeen years in which she hadn't been all that passionate with 
him.

Greg looked over at Jack and said, "You know. Your wife kind of 
reminds me of a playmate. Was she ever one?"

"No, but she could have been. I couldn't believe that such a pretty 
girl would actually marry me," Jack said. He took a sip out of his 
glass. The scotch went down a whole lot easier with this sip. He 
looked down at his glass and realized it was empty. He gestured to 
it with a finger and asked, "Have you got any some advice that will 
make us feel better?"

The bartender rubbed his chin for a second before he said, "Every 
generation has got to learn the same old lessons. You grow up, get 
married, have kids, and then watch them grow up while they are 
making the same mistakes as you did. It doesn't matter how smart 
you are or how much money you have, we all go through it. 
Sometimes things are out of sequence here and there, but life is 
just like that."

"They're so young," Jack said watching the bartender refill their 
glasses. He'd lost track of how many they'd had.

"You said his daughter was fifteen. Nowadays, we think there is 
something wrong when a kid fifteen years old becomes sexually 
active. My momma got married when she was fifteen and it wasn't 
all that unusual for back then. She was a mother by sixteen."

Rubbing his eyes, Greg said, "I guess we have to thank God that 
getting pregnant can be prevented now. At least we were smart 
enough to make sure that our girls were protected."

Jack took a sip of his drink and noticed that it was a lot rougher 
going down. He frowned and shook his head. He set his glass 
down and exhaled loudly. 

Noticing Jack's reaction, Greg assumed that it was about 
something altogether different. He groaned and asked, "Jack, she is 
protected, isn't she?"

"Yes," Jack said. The whole idea of what his daughter was doing 
made him ill. He frowned and said, "She's too young."

"My first wife was seventeen and pregnant when I married her," 
the bartender said. He leaned against the bar and remembered 
those days. She hadn't been the prettiest girl in the area, but she let 
him do things that others wouldn't. He hadn't thought about the 
consequences. She had and knew that getting pregnant would be a 
good way of getting him as a husband. Shaking his head, he said, 
"We were way too young to be parents. We were both stupid. We 
just didn't know it at the time.

"There are times when I think these kids today are lucky. They've 
got the pill. All I had in my day were rubbers and it seemed like 
they broke half the time. It was too easy to get carried away and 
have at it without wearing one. That's how my first wife ended up 
in the family way. 

"The point is that they can play around with each other without 
taking the kinds of risks that were common when I was that age. 
They won't be forced to make that kind of commitment to each 
other when they are still so young and dumb."

Shaking his head, Jack said, "I still don't feel better about what 
she's doing."

Greg's nose was feeling a little numb. He reached up and rubbed it. 
His nose was definitely numb. Looking over at Jack, he said, "You 
can say it. Call Harry a miserable little fucker. Get it out of your 
system. I know you want to do it. I can't blame you one bit."

"I actually like the little bastard. Don't ask me why," Jack said. He 
tapped his glass for another refill. Even as the bartender was 
pouring the drink, he said, "I'm not sure that this is helping."

The bartender laughed at the comment. There was help and then 
there was help. He said, "Sure it is. In another thirty minutes 
neither one of you will be able to do much of anything. By the time 
you leave here, you won't feel much like arguing or saying 
anything too stupid. I'll send you home and you'll wake up in the 
morning with a headache."

"Oh," Jack said thinking that at least there was a method to the 
bartender's madness. He noticed that the scotch was coming from 
a bottle that was on the bottom shelf. He also realized that he 
couldn't taste the scotch anymore.

"That reminds me," the old man said. He turned away and picked 
up a pad of paper. Turning back to the two men, he said, "Give me 
your addresses."

"What for?" Greg asked.

"So I can give it to the taxi driver," the bartender answered.

"Oh," Greg said. Even as he said it, he thought that he'd been 
saying that a lot lately. Glancing at his car keys on a hook by the 
cash register, he gave his address to the bartender. Jack followed 
suit.

"Thanks, gentlemen. That'll make it a whole lot easier later on 
when you're ready to head home," the bartender said.

Greg turned to Jack and saw that he was standing up. He asked, 
"Are you ready to go home?"

"No. I know what's going on there," Jack answered. He stepped 
away his chair and said, "I've got to piss."

Greg watched Jack stagger off to the bathroom. Shaking his head, 
he turned to the barkeeper and said, "I want to kill that kid of mine. 
Do you see what he's done to that man?"

"I take it he's a friend of yours," the bartender said. 

"I guess you could say that," Greg said. He took a drink and 
thought about it. There weren't many people with who he felt 
comfortable talking about his marriage and being a father. He said, 
"Our kids ran into that serial killer."

"I remember hearing about that sick bastard. What's happened 
with him anyway?"

"His mouthpiece is trying to make out like he's crazy and 
shouldn't be punished. Shit, of course he's crazy. You don't go 
around doing that to kids if you aren't crazy. That's not a real 
excuse. Those boys are dead. He should be dead," Greg said.

"Maybe one of his fellow prisoners will take care of him," the 
bartender said. Wiping down the bar, he said, "Makes you wish 
they still had the death penalty. We used to fry bastards like that."

"The thing that makes me the maddest is that he might even sue 
us," Greg said hitting his fist on the bar. Shaking his head, he said, 
"Can you imagine that? He's over there trying to rape some poor 
kid and the bastard wants to sue us because my son stopped him 
from doing that. It's a sick world."

Jack came back to the bar and took a seat. He immediately took a 
drink and laughed. Turning to Greg, he said, "I've got to replace 
what I just pissed away."

Greg laughed and said, "It's my turn."

Jack watched him head off to the bathroom. Shaking his head, he 
said, "He's sure pissed at his son."

"Sounds like it," the bartender said with a smile. 

Jack had decided that shaking his head was not the smartest thing 
to do at the moment. The world started to spin a little. Squinting, 
he said, "You might want to call the taxi soon. I'm not sure that 
I'm going to last much longer."

"What about your friend?"

Jack looked over towards the bathroom in time to see Greg grab a 
chair to keep from losing his balance. Smiling, he said, "I'd say 
that he needs to get home too."

The bartender walked over to the phone and dialed a number. He 
was still making arrangements for the taxi when Greg returned to 
the bar. Sitting down in his chair, he said, "I think I passed my 
limit."

"Same here," Jack said.

"Probably ought to ask the bartender to call a taxi," Greg said.

"He's already doing it," Jack said.

Greg looked around and said, "This is a nice place. It's got good 
company."

"Yeah. This is the guy who told me that women need to hear the 
words," Jack said.

"That little shit is always telling my daughter that he loves her and 
she eats it up," Greg said.

Looking over at Greg, Jack wondered if he was telling Cathy how 
he felt often enough. He asked, "You ever tell her that?"

"She knows," Greg said.  He faltered and then said, "She better 
know. I'm not going through hell because I don't care."

"You've got to tell her the words. I told you that before," Jack said. 

The bartender came over and refilled their glasses. Smiling, he 
said, "The cab will be here in twenty minutes."

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Greg stumbled into the house and looked around trying to decide 
what he was going to do. Sharon came out and looked at him for a 
minute. She'd never seen him in such bad shape. It made her 
wonder how Jack was doing. 

Greg looked at Sharon and said, "You're so sexy looking."

Sharon laughed and shook her head. He might be talking sex, but 
that wasn't going to be happening with him in that shape. She went 
over to him and said, "Let me take you to the bedroom."

Swallowing heavily, Greg said, "I think I'll sleep in the bathroom 
tonight. I'm not feeling very well. I think I had a little too much to 
drink."

Cathy came out of her room at that moment and saw her father. 
Wide-eyed, she asked, "What's wrong with dad?"

Greg looked at her and, his voice slurring, said, "You're not my 
little girl any more. I still love you, but you're not my little girl any 
more."

"Daddy!" Cathy cried out. At first she thought he was rejecting 
her, but then she heard him say that he loved her. 

Greg swayed and put an arm around his wife to steady himself. He 
said, "I made that little shit promise that he would make it special 
for you. I hope he did `cause I'd hate to have to kill him. The little 
shit stole my little girl from me. You're a woman now and don't 
need a daddy. You've got him."

"Oh, Daddy!" Cathy said on the verge of tears. 

"Did I tell you that I love you? I do, you know. I love you so much 
that it hurts," Greg said. He wondered why there was suddenly two 
of her. His stomach boiled and there was a bad taste in his mouth.

"Oh, daddy!"

Greg looked at Sharon and said, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"Yes, dear," Sharon said and helped him to the bedroom so that he 
could use their bathroom. As she closed the bedroom door, she 
realized that she'd have to come out and talk with Cathy as soon as 
he was in bed. It would take her a long time to get him out of the 
bathroom.

Cathy stared at the closed bedroom door in shock. It was hard to 
believe that her father was that drunk. It was even harder to believe 
that her wonderful afternoon was the reason he was smashed. She 
hadn't known that he had made Sam promise that he'd make today 
special. Tears were streaming down her face. In a soft voice, she 
said, "This has been the best day of my life."
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