Many thanks to Oldnakeddad for the editing this second installment, your efforts, as always, are much appreciated. This is the second chapter, of hopefully several more, that trace a man's return to the world of single people following a divorce. Hope y'all enjoy.
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From a four bedroom, three bathroom house to a twenty-three foot travel trailer.
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The 1
st
of July. That day will always stick in my head as the first step on the true path back to being an individual.
I'd closed on the house the Friday before and then immediately left town to go see my daughters for the first time since their mother had taken off with them five months ago.
It'd taken three months to get the house sold so, along with making the payments, paying the legal bills for the divorce, child support, and alimony (which the judge had ordered to immediately begin), I was wiped out and had just enough to keep my head above water. Thus the reason I was moving into the travel trailer, which had been paid off the year before with the tax return, and was the location of the next step on the way back to my recovery.
I'd found an RV park in town that was close to work, close to the airport, and had plenty of people in it that were long term residents, just as I was about to become. I'd moved the trailer in during the week before the movers came and emptied out the house. However, I hadn't spent much time there (except to sleep), nor gotten to meet any of my neighbors as all of my time had been spent finalizing things for the house and working.
I had a fresh start and I was bound and determined to meet some of my neighbors
before
the 4
th
of July park party that was being planned, so I started with the couple across the street, and they were good folks.
Phil was an oil field supervisor who had recently completed a job in the area and was in the process of finding his next one. Kathy was a homemaker and they lived in their big fifth wheel trailer full time. It was Kathy who introduced me to Debbie the next day.
Debbie was a single woman (a little older than myself) and lived in the second trailer down from mine with her Chihuahua. She was a quiet woman with red hair, very large breasts, and a frame to support them. I think the
correct
way to describe her would be "curvaceous."
She wasn't obese or anything. She just had some extra padding in all of the right places, which was important because I'm a big guy with extra padding as well, and I've always preferred women who I wasn't afraid would break.
Anyway, we were all sitting outside underneath the overhang of Kathy and Phil's fifth wheel trailer and enjoying a cool breeze while watching the storm clouds gather when Kathy and Phil excused themselves to go run some errands.
"I'm not really wanting to be by myself, Debbie, would you mind sitting with me under my awning to finish our drinks and watch the storm?"
"Yes, that sounds wonderful."
We walked across the street to my trailer, and I got there a step ahead of her, but when I reached over to grab a couple of chairs I had leaning against the side, I accidentally brushed against Debbie's breast.
I felt the heat of my face as it turned red with embarrassment.
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Oh, my
!
I'm sorry