Thank You for the comments, feedback, scores, and especially the encouragement to continue with the Babydoll series. Thank You for the private e-mails and comments sent my way, over time. The series continues towards its long anticipated finale. It is now finished and the only thing that awaits the closure is the submissions that will occur over the following weeks.
This is a direct continuation of previous chapters. This is meant to be a dramatic series filled with Romance, Intrigue, Taboo, and most of all Sex. I have attempted to keep the chapters from being too long - A little more than a stroke story, a little shorter than a short novel.
Once again, I am sorry for the delays that occurred over time. I had several requests to finish the story. The finish has been in the works for some time. It just took time to bring it all together in a way I felt comfortable with.
Like I have said before, please give the story a chance. Everyone is looking for their own path in a story. Your path may be different from the author's (mine). In the end, it is the author's story told from his mind and creative energy. That is why I always appreciate those who put forth a good faith effort in their personal artistry. I have attempted to do so here.
My goal has always been to pull in all of your senses, while helping you imagine this journey.
Anyway, any likenesses or similarities of character are purely coincidental. I hope you will read the previous chapters, if you haven't. But, you can always jump in here and go fill in the missing pieces provided in the earlier stories.
This is a taboo topic, so I know that it is offensive to some. The material is erotic to me, because it is forbidden in society. This is purely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the fantasy.
(One last note: I have read several comments about how Ashley/Babydoll has been cast aside. How? She is always there. She is present in this whole story. Even if her name isn't expressly mentioned, she is there in Jim's actions. Yes, she is a tragic character to a great degree, but please remember that it has been more her choice about Jim's life up to this point than Jim's. Jim is a flawed character, but aren't we all. He is paying for the mistakes he has made, but don't we all. Life is complex. This story is complex. It isn't two dimensional. Everyone tries to constantly make their lives better. That is what we all do. That is how this story moves forward.)
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(Nine months later) - It was the middle of October. Nine months had passed since the New Year spent in New York between Jill and I. We had had a wonderful time and things were right between us. We were moving forward in all aspects of our lives. I realized, that with Jill, I had it pretty good and she deserved my respect and loyalty. I certainly admired her in a million different ways. She was such a great friend - a best friend.
I was making that familiar five hour trek home from college. It was Friday. I had had a few tests over the past few days. Under most circumstances, I would be winding down, but I wouldn't get that chance over this weekend. It was time for a wedding - my wedding. And it wasn't going to be a simple wedding. It was going to be an event.
When I was younger, I never really realized that we were fairly wealthy. We weren't jet set wealthy, but we were better off than most. You don't figure these things out until you get older and live life on your own. My grandparents were all products of the Great Depression, so they were rooted in modesty. My grandfather didn't needlessly throw money around, even though he was essentially a millionaire.
My maternal grandparents were a huge part of my life. I think you all know this by now. Big was 'THE' male influence in my life and so Gramm's was always there also. My paternal grandmother was very much a middle class person. She and my other grandfather Pop were just normal people whose lives had been well grounded in faith and hard work.
Like my parents, Pop and Nanny had three children. An older son Robert who was now 46, my father James who would have been 44, and a younger daughter Virginia (Ginny) who was 36. My paternal aunt and uncle had both gone away to college and chosen not to move back home afterwards. Pop had passed away from a heart attack a decade earlier, so Nanny lived by herself in their old house. I always tried to stay in touch, but it was hard over the last several years. We always had our phone conversations and I knew she adored me, because she could see my father in me.
Sure Big always had a relatively new Cadillac and Gramm's had some sort of nice new midsized car, but they always made sure to buy "American" as Big put it. I've described to you their house. It wasn't in a gated community or a McMansion. It was just a normal house on a good sized lot on the outskirts of an upper middle class neighborhood. I think because of circumstances that they never felt the need to live in anything grand. It was just the two of them. Why would they need anything larger?
I just looked at it all as normal. When I was growing up, I just assumed that this was the way things were supposed to be. Now that I was older, I had wised up to the perspective that Big had been financing the family all along. We lived in a nicer house than Big and Gramm's, although theirs' was very nice. My mother just handed the keys to a fairly new Ford Probe to me when I was 16. I thought this was how everyone lived. Jan and Ash got pretty nice Hondas when they were 16. I just thought we were average. We weren't driving Mercedes or Beemers. Mom had an Audi, but I just assumed that was an average car.
I guessed that Big's modesty was how my mother and father had ended up together, because in reality there was no way that the two sets of grandparents were in the same economic class. Recently, after my relationship with Jill, I thought more about finances and societal class structure. You would have thought that there was no way that my mother, the daughter of a Country Club type of family, would end up with a Blue Collar family, but it happened.
I think the reason it happened was because of Big's upbringing. As I said, he was a born in the Depression. He had been in the military right after World War 2 and in Korea and like he told me, he was lucky to get out alive. He let me know that I was lucky to grow up in such peaceful times with the amenities of life I had been afforded. "Never take anything for granted," he would say.
That is one reason that I had known that I couldn't go against him when it came to Ashley. He could be a tough bastard when he wanted to be and I knew it. I had a firm grasp and perspective. I was lucky he didn't disown me, but I knew that he wouldn't. I was his only male heir and that meant something to him and his beliefs. It was embarrassing the love I had for my sister, but what was more embarrassing was that I had impregnated her and we were caught dead to rites.
I thought about all of this and more as I drove directly from school to the church for the rehearsal. It was Fall break, so we had a couple of extra days off. I had left school, after one more test, a little before noon. My bags had been packed and arrangements had been made. I just had to meet the schedule that had been laid out for me. I actually was a few minutes early.
As I entered the church sanctuary, there was a noticeable buzz of activity winding down. A couple of our family lady friends from the Church greeted me at the door, while others scurried about putting the final touches on the decorations for the event, which would begin at High Noon.
Everything was set up for the most traditional of high class weddings. You know ladies really get off on this kind of thing. The place looked absolutely amazing. Everyone of these ladies were so proud of themselves as they beamed and prattled about encouragingly asking what I thought. I gave them a gracious smile and hug and thanked them for their hard work.
It was obvious, the ladies in my family had been given carte blanche by Big to go first class with the preparations for the big event. Normally, the bride's family takes care of the wedding and the details. Weddings are normally held at the bride's church in the bride's hometown.
Big had spoken to Jill's parents not long after our engagement and informed them that he was going to take care of the expenses for this wedding and they could take care of us in whatever other manner they saw fit. It certainly looked as though no expense had been spared.
