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I would like to clearly say that this story is a complete fabrication of my twisted mind, and that any and every person in this story is completely fictional.
I would also like to apologize up front for any misspellings or grammatical errors.
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Keeping it in the Family
Chapter 1
It had been twenty-two months and eleven days since a drunk driver had taken Jack's wife and son from him. His wife Elenor had been fifty-seven, and his son Samual had been thirty-seven.
Jack had been fifty-eight at the time and in Spain for work when his daughter-in-law Sarah called with the news. It took Jack three days to get home and take over the responsibility for arranging not one but two separate funerals, as Elenor would be laid to rest in one cemetery and Sam in a different one. There had only been Sarah to start making funeral arrangements before he got home. Sarah hadn't wanted to do it but told him she would contact the funeral home that afternoon. Fortunately for her, her father-in-law told, not requested, but told her she was to do nothing that would upset her, and that he would take care of it when he got home.
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Sarah was thirty-eight then, and his granddaughter, seventeen-year-old Abby, Abigail, and his grandson, fifteen-year-old Jacob, met him at the airport when his flight arrived. He was all right until he saw his family, then he broke down, hugging them in his arms, the four of them standing in the middle of the walkway, crying.
After a few minutes, and more than a few people bitching about them being in the middle of the walkway, they broke up their tear-filled hug. At the baggage claim Jack grabbed his suitcase. "I'll meet you at home." He told them as he turned towards the exit for long term parking.
Sarah called him back. "Dad! Your truck is at home. Tony and Carol came up the other day to get it for me."
"Why?" He asked. That was nice of them, but he couldn't figure out why his boss would do that knowing he would be home the next day.
"So we could come pick you up." She told him.
"I already figured that out." he told her. "But that doesn't answer the why."
"Honestly. I didn't want you driving home alone." She said with the look that said she hoped he wasn't upset with her. He wasn't.
"Jacob would have driven with me." He said. "Hell, I might have let him drive."
Sarah was glad the truck was already home. "Oh, I don't think so. He's only had his permit for a few weeks." They got a laugh out of Jacob's sigh of resignation.
Sarah is five-eight and maybe one hundred and fifty pounds soaking wet. And a decent amount of that was her "C" almost "D" cup breast. She had strawberry blond hair, hazel eyes, and a beautiful smile, an ass that's sweeter than honey, and the personality of an angel.
Jack is six-one, two hundred ten pounds, with salt and pepper hair and mustache. Elenor used to say he looked like a premature grey Tom Sellek. He always said it was because his wife loved Tom Sellek, and she was a nymphomaniac...not that that would be a bad thing.
Jack worked for the government as a GS-14 with the DoD performing security inspections on military installations. So, he was on the road about forty percent of the time, which was something Elenor wasn't happy about. She had wanted him to get a non-traveling position because, as she laughingly put it one evening when it was just them, and Sam and Sarah having their customary nightcap, 'We're not getting any younger, Jack. And I want as much of that big dick of yours before you work yourself to death, and I have to rely on my collection of dildos.'
That caused Sam to spit out the sip of whiskey he had just taken and then cry out. "TMI, Mother. TMI!" Little did they know that it would be a few short months before they lost them both forever.
Jack was in pretty good shape for his age. Mostly because he became a runner when he hit the big four oh. He had never been much of a jock, but he did like golfing, playing softball, bowling, fun family type of activities. At least he used to. Ever since he lost Elenor and Sam, he'd been more of a workaholic and when not working, a couch potato.
Jack an Elenor lived in the little Guest House located in the back corner of Sam and Sarah's yard. Sam and Sarah had purchased the place six years ago with the idea of Jack and Elenor moving into the Guest House to have her close for when Jack was away for work. Most of his trips were around a week, but sometimes he would be gone a month or longer, and they didn't want her to be by herself. It had mostly been Sarah's idea because she liked the idea of having Sam's parents close.
Sarah was seventeen when she left home to get away from her physically abusive alcoholic father. He had never sexually touched her, but around the age of thirteen he started taking out his rage on her as well as her mother. Sarah's mother was a beaten-down woman, probably since the day she married, and she could not protect either of them. Sarah tried to get her mother to leave with her, but her mother wouldn't go. She found out a few months later that her father had killed her mother and was in jail. While waiting for his trial he had crossed the wrong guy and paid for it with his life. Not that Sarah cared. She was glad he was gone.
When Sam and Sarah first got together she was very standoffish with Jack. It took a few months, but Sarah found in Jack the father she had never had. A loving, caring man who's first responsibility was to protect his family.
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It was late Sunday evening, it was raining, and Jack had just got home from a trip. He was tired, he was wet, and he was hungry.
Sarah looked out her kitchen window to see lights on at Jack's. She decided to take him some dinner as she was sure he hadn't eaten since he left London. Jack hated airline food.
First things first, he needed a long hot shower to work out the aches from the long flight back from London, via New York.
