Interlude 4
The Interludes are a series of vignettes, intended to develop some new characters while preparing for a future series of mystery stories with fun plot twists. I hope you will enjoy the sex along the way. Please do provide feedback on what sex scenarios you would like to read about.
If you have not read the "Todd & Melina" series, particularly Chapters 1 and 5, you may wish to do so before reading the "Interlude" series.
I understand the comments of those who say they don't understand the actions and interactions of the main characters Melina and Don... that's okay; I hope you'll keep reading, as all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place over the course of the stories.
Note: there are some portions of this story that might give offense to some readers. This is part of the set-up for future stories, and no offense to anyone of any ethnicity is intended by the author.
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Part 1 - A Death In The Family
6:50am, Thursday morning. It was early September, just a few days past the Labor Day weekend. I was in the Major Crimes Department (MCD) room of the Town Police Headquarters, drinking my coffee as I read the morning newspaper. It was devoid of interest as far as local concerns. School had started back and the town had felt the impact of the rush of students coming in like a hurricane striking after a lazy, slow summer. Fortunately, MCD had nothing big going on, which allowed me to get more involved in the IT aspects of my job. Upgrades to the servers were already happening.
At that moment, Chief Griswold suddenly appeared in the doorway. "Come to my office." he said shortly, his voice not friendly as it usually was. I hurried behind him to his office. Inside was the Police Chaplain. "Close the door." he said as I entered. I did so, filled with foreboding at the very unusual nature of these proceedings. "Have a seat." I sat down in one chair in front of the desk as the chaplain sat in the other.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Don." said the chief as he sat down behind his desk. "We just received a call that your father has passed away."
"How?" I asked involuntarily, naturally shocked by the news.
"It looks like he passed away peacefully in his sleep. They suspect a heart attack, but they're not sure." the chief said. "Your mother told the police there that you worked here, so they gave me the call for her."
The chief told me to take a few days off, which meant to get the hell out of there and go take care of my family needs. I called Melina on my cell phone, telling her to meet me at home. I called Todd as well, telling him to pack a bag and come over to our house. At home I told them the sad news. We packed some things and Todd rode with us as we headed out to my childhood hometown.
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The town of Apple Grove was a picturesque, quintessential small town of about 10,000 religious, self-reliant people. It was the perfect place for a stern, religious man like my father, but truth be told, I was happy to leave it for college. Though Melina and I visited my parents a few times a year, I felt like I hadn't been here in a very long time as I returned for my father's funeral.
It was nearly 11:00pm. We were just returning to my mother's house after the visitation, which some call the "wake". I had expected a busy time since we'd arrived the previous morning. However, we found that most of the arrangements had already been made by my father's former law firm -- he had been a lawyer and pretty much a one-man show in this town, then in the last few years he took on partners to which he sold out the practice -- and there was little for the family to do except to wearily accept the condolences of people I'd long since forgotten about, introduce my wife and nephew, and try not to show my boredom of repeating my life story a multitude of times.
"I need a drink." my mother said as we entered the house. "Who wants to join me?" I was in shock -- my mother, drinking? Melina was already enthusiastically accepting the offer, so I had no chance to say anything. We went into my dad's study. His desk was on the far side of the room, dominating it. My mom had a small, unobtrusive secretary-desk in the opposite corner. Like many families, the kitchen table served her when she needed more space.
Obeying Mom's command, Todd and I sat down in two chairs. Mom took out her keys, selected a small one and unlocked the bottom drawer of her desk, and proceeded to pulled out a bottle of Scotch, a bottle of Grey Goose vodka, and a bottle of Amaretto DiSaronno. Melina brought in four glasses from the kitchen, and with her back to us blocking our vision, poured me a "Godfather" (amaretto and Scotch), neat scotch for herself, a "Godmother" (vodka and amaretto) for Mom, and since Todd was nineteen I cannot discuss what he might have been drinking.
"Ah, that's good." Mom said, taking a long swig of her drink. She then peered over at me. "No, Don, your father never knew that I liked to have a drink every once in a while. Oh, I made sure he never found out."
My mother Phyllis was 22 when she had Elizabeth and 30 when I came along, making her 58 now. My father was eight years older than her, dying at age 66. Mom looked like an older version of my sister Elizabeth, with the same medium height, big breasts, and shapely legs, but her face had a hawkish sharpness whereas Elizabeth's face was (deceptively) softer. If I'd had to choose, I'd have said Elizabeth was the prettier woman, but Mom was indeed attractive. Her hair was originally brown, lighter than Elizabeth's, but now had plenty of gray, which actually looked very pleasing. Mom wore her hair straight and fairly short, cut to hang just above her shoulders. She wore wire-frame octagonal glasses, giving her the "schoolmarm" look.
Mom was in very good shape for her age, thanks to exercise, especially tennis and golf at the Country Club. She had very little fat on her shapely body, and I suspect she could keep up with much younger women. She had told Melina a few years ago that she had been inspired by Melina's fantastic physique to improve her own.
Mom was wearing all black: dress, stockings, and pumps. If it were not for the somber occasion and if she were smiling, she would look very seductive. For that matter, Melina was wearing a black dress, but sheer/nude stockings and low heel black pumps, not overly severe. And as my wife could make a burlap sack look hot on her luscious body, she certainly looked fine in her black clothes.
My father, whose name was Douglass, had been slender and bald on the top of his head, with hair still growing on the sides and back of his head. With his glasses and fairly tall height, he looked more like a school professor than the lawyer he was. He was also a deeply religious man, evangelical in his outlook. I could never tell if he was disappointed in me for not expressing the same levels of religious fervor that he did, but he had learned from the total failure of trying to pour the Gospel into an unwilling and rebellious Elizabeth to not be so driving of it with me. Good thing.
He had not only sold out his law practice, but had profited from other investments which enabled him to retire early, but he had not really discussed those investments with me. He only told me vaguely that Mom would be taken care of if he died first. But as executor of his will, I was soon to find out everything.
