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All fictional characters in the story who are involved in sexual situations and incidents are over the age of eighteen.



It had never been my intention to move back home after I had moved out to an aunts house at seventeen due to my parents having a vicious divorce. But my aunts place turned out even worse as she had a drunkard for a boyfriend. And she tried using me as her own personal therapist twenty hours a day...

So I worked my but off and got a place of my own a year later which really wasn't easy at eighteen let me tell you. The economy having gone to shit. Times were hard at the moment, for everyone. Having not graduated from high school yet to much stress and crap grades, and due to a friend I had managed to land a fairly decent job in construction and opted to try for a GED immediately my junior year.

The problem with that was, when money for jobs dried up, there were layoffs. And I was amongst the first to be let go. Unable to afford the rent any longer, I looked at my watch to see it was May 12 at 2AM when my dickhead for a land lord evicted me. For fucks sake he could have at least waited till the sun came up.

I had no choice but to ask my folks if I could come back home to live with one of them until I could find another job and get back onto my feet again. Dad bluntly refused wanting absolutely nothing to due with "That bitch!" or her child ever again before slamming the phone down. He was so angry he missed the receiver cradle twice before he disconnected.

I hadn't spoken to mother since the divorce took place. Calling and asking her rewarded me with the other end of the emotional spectrum, she was gushing with excitement. Telling me how much she missed me and loved me and that I should come home asap, it would have been a very long conversation but I ran out of my last quarters for the pay phone.

Looking down at the last fourteen cents in my hand. I said out loud. "Mothers birthday is coming up in a bit and what the hell kind of present am I going to buy her with this?"

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When I arrived there was three small little problem's. First the down stairs bedroom I had two and a half years ago had undergone the process of being expanded into a very large computer office and entertainment music room. It pissed me off when I first saw it sitting there in the corner with a thick layer of dust covering it, what had happened?.

Oh how Mother had loved playing her cello and singing with the voice of angels at all odd hours day and night when not busy with work, another one of the divorce reasons was despite mothers near masterful talent. It turned out that after a particularly nasty bought of screaming