Soccer mom...
"Move it you lazy little shit, or you're gonna end up with a fat ass, just like your mother."
I wasn't sure who the coach was yelling at, but I knew that he wasn't yelling at my kid, because if anything, my ex-wife's ass was kinda on the small and flat side.
Turns out that the coach was just being his usual dick self. I always thought that it had something to do with "little man syndrome", because he barely stood five feet tall. Which put him not much taller than some of the 8 and 9-year-olds that he coached. So, yelling probably made him feel better about himself.
So, after practice, I asked my son who the coach was screaming at, and Ben told me that it was his own son. Ben, my son, said that the coach always yelled at Isiah, especially when he was fighting with Isiah's mom. Yeah, the coach that we leave in charge of our children is not a very likable guy.
"You feel like going somewhere to eat buddy?" I asked my kid as we drove away from the field. I knew what answer was coming before I even asked him, but I always asked.
"Sorry dad, but you know mom and Trey are taking me out for pizza. It's pizza or nothing when we go out."
I wanted to get upset and yell, but what purpose would it serve. Ben was young. He invited me to practices, and games, because he felt that he had to, but other than that, we get to spend very little time together. Unfortunately, he was torn between us, and that was something that I didn't want, nor did I want to enhance those feelings, so I never put pressure on him. I mean we spent lots of quality time together, but not as much as I would like.
The break-up and demise of my marriage all happened just under 2 years ago, my ex, Karen, hooked up with Trey, her yoga instructor, and we have been apart ever since. Ben had a hard time with it. He couldn't understand why I didn't beat up his mom's new boyfriend and get the family back together, and when I told him that if it wasn't Trey, it would be someone else, because his mom had fallen out of love with me, it only made things worse. I tried to explain why, but even as smart as he was for an 8-year-old, he couldn't comprehend why. So, we ended up sharing rides to practice and going out for the occasional meal together, but we always shared a laugh or two.
"You think they'll let me tag along for pizza too?" I joked.
"Doubt it." My son chuckled.
"What if I offered to pay?" This made Ben laugh even more.
"When mom and Trey argue, she says that you pay for everything anyway." Well, she wasn't wrong.
I rubbed his still wet sweaty hair.
"Yeah, well we wouldn't want poor old Trey spending any of that money he gets from giving out free yoga lessons. Now, would we?"
I slowed and glanced out the window of my car. It pissed me off every time that I pulled into the driveway of my old house. Sorry, in stand corrected, Karen's house. No one took any pride in the upkeep of the place. Weeds were growing between the gaps in the interlocking brick. Bird shit spots dotted the windows. The grass needed to be cut, and the flower beds needed to be weeded, but no one cared. Not one bit, and what pissed me off even more was that Trey lived there for free, and Karen worked from home, so there was plenty of time to do a few chores.
"Dad...dad..." I had drifted off into a yardwork daze and Ben calling me was the only way back to earth.
"Yeah, buddy." Shaking myself out of my lost world.
"I said, can I stay at your house on Friday." With the look on his face, how could I ever say no?
"If it's okay with your mot..."
"I already asked Karen and she said it's okay, as long as you take me to my game on Saturday. She said she'd take me home after the game." My son was giving me the "it's a done deal" look.
"Karen. What happened to mom?" Man, he was growing up too fast.
"You call her Karen, and she always says that I'm a little clone of you, so Karen it is." He grinned as he said it.
"Yeah, well I call her lots of things, but I think that you should stick to mom or at the very least Der Fuhrer."
"Ha...I looked that up the last time you called her that...too funny. Anyway. Can you pick me up after school?" He asked.
"You know I'll be there. You want to go out to eat, or do you want to grill something?"
He opened the door to my vehicle and grabbed his bag and soccer ball.
"Can we go to the Cheesecake Factory?" I knew it. He always picked the same restaurant.
"Sounds good." And it actually did. It had been a while so I planned on having a piece of cheesecake so big, and so sweet, that if would put me into diabetic shock.
The rest of the week raced by. Lots of new programs to review at the office and some old ones that needed to be put to rest. So, by the time that Friday rolled around, I was more than ready to pick up Ben. We would go out for dinner, then head back to my place. Ben would probably want to splash around in the hot tub for a while, and then, we would watch a movie until he passed out. But, as it turns out, things in my life aren't always that simple.
Rather than park 2 miles away from the restaurant and walk back, lazy me paid $10 for valet parking and walked right up to the door. There was a big enough line-up waiting to be seated, but we had a reservation. I told the cute young hostess "Murphy", and her thin finger scrolled her book until it stopped beside my name.
"There it is. Okay Mr. Murphy, it will be about five minutes and we'll take you right over."
I couldn't help watching as she turned to give instructions to one of the servers. I checked her from top to bottom and had dreams of undressing her right there. Her ass was held in place by an impossibly tight pair of black pants. I looked for panty lines but found none. Another bonus. When I finally did find the strength to pull my eyes away from her sweet round butt, I got caught looking. A woman about my age was standing slightly to my side. She must having been waiting for her turn at the desk, and my ass staring was holding her up. I made a lame apology and moved back. The woman, who must have thought that I was a pervert for checking out some hot 18-year-olds ass, stepped up to the desk and her son headed toward us.
"Hey Ben." The kid said.
"Isiah, hey, are you eating here?" Apparently, Ben knew the kid.
"Yeah, my mom likes it here. We always come." The kid pointed to the woman at the desk. Shit, all of people, she was the one that gave me a dirty look. Fuck it. She must have known that I was going to look, so my eyes were immediately glued to her. This woman was a very good-looking woman with a very nice figure. I watched as her ass shifted restlessly from side to side. I was intrigued and wanted to keep looking, but I forced myself to turn away.
"Me too, but I only come with my dad." Ben pointed at me.
Isiah's mother, the woman that was waiting behind me earlier, was still standing at the desk. Her face was flush and red. I could hear her plea with the hot hostess. Finally, she turned toward her son and walked over.
"It's going to be ninety minutes. Seems like they lost our reservation." The woman before me told her very disappointed son. She listening to his very loud groaning when she looked at me with an odd look. I could tell that she was concerned, until she saw her boy was standing beside Ben. There was a look that made me glad that she had noticed my son. "Hi Ben. What brings you here tonight?"
