Author's notes:
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manor. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. All character's involved in sexual activity are 18 or older.*
*As with most of my stories, I take the time to develop my characters and tell an actual story. We all know where it is ultimately going to end up at, it's the journey to get there that's the fun part. There are some funny parts, some sad parts, and some twists and turns. Sports are involved but just enough to carry the story from scene to scene. I decided to do this in large parts instead of single chapters. Each 'part' has four to five normal chapters in it. I wrote a lot, cut very little, toned down my language, and tried to make it as believable as possible. This is my first story in five years, I hope it was worth the wait.*
-------------------------------- Part 1: --------------------------------
----------------------- Saturday, the start of spring break in mid-March. -------------------------
"Whoa," Jim rasped. "Look at this one. Holy cow!"
I glanced up from my phone and looked over the seats to see what Jim, my newfound friend, was so excited about.
I nodded at him. "Not bad. Had some work done but not bad."
"Not bad?" he questioned in disbelief.
The girl we were looking at was mid-forties, blonde hair, blue eyes, firm boobs, with a slim but toned body. She had a face on her though that was soft and gentle but very sexy. Her quick smile at the flight attendant was nice as well. We both tried not to stare as she walked past us. Jim had the aisle seat so he couldn't help himself. I was against the window, so I didn't have the best view, but I still got to see the firm ass in the yoga pants. That was nice but yoga pants are probably the best and worst invention ever made. They take ugly and smooth it out and lift it up and make it look nice. Then the pants come off and you get the surprise. Judging by her toned and well-kept body, there wasn't going to be a surprise. What you saw would be what you got.
She was far enough away that I stopped looking and returned back to my phone. Jim was still craning his neck around to stare at her backside as she continued on down the rows.
"Damn," Jim groaned now. "Are you kidding me?"
"What?" I asked as I tried to see over the seat and look back at what he was looking at.
"That's disappointing."
"What?" I asked again.
"The guy she is with," he sighed. "Go figure. He must have money."
I slightly stood up to see. She was holding hands with a fat guy that had a greasy comb over and was about ten years older than she was. She had him by about six inches in height based on them just sitting next to each other. I sat back down so I wouldn't draw attention to myself.
"Or, he's got a monster dong," I said as I made my arm flop in my lap pretending it was a dick.
He chuckled. "Opposites attract man. I'm going with that."
"Kind of like my mom and dad," I offered.
"Yeah?" Jim asked. "How is that?"
"Well," I said as I thought. "Maybe not exactly like them. My dad wasn't fat, my mom isn't blonde, and they aren't together anymore. Honestly, they were complete opposites now that I think about it."
"I'm telling you," he agreed. "That saying must be true."
His phone started playing the Jurassic Park ring tone from the movie. He put on his glasses and checked his phone as I looked down at mine again. I was absentmindedly looking at it as I thought of my dad first then my mom.
My dad was a businessman and a hustler in the early years of his life. He knew he was going to make it big one day, he just hadn't figured out how. He never worked for the man as he put it, he had always done his own thing and struggled mightily for many years until the early nineties. That's when things turned around for him.
He was on a business trip when he ran into a couple of guys at the bar in the hotel he was staying at. They all knew each other somehow but they weren't friends as they all traveled too much. The guys were talking about investing in this new thing called the internet. My dad had heard about it but didn't understand it very well. He listened and learned about it from the other two but came away from it with a very different idea on how to make money off of the internet.
The two guys were wanting my dad to join them and invest in companies that were going to provide the internet service itself. My dad was a salesman and knew that companies would want to use the internet to grow their businesses to sell outside of a geographical area they were in. Most of your customers would come to you if they lived inside a certain mile radius of a brick and mortar store, but the internet would eliminate that and make it endless. The dot com boom began and my dad started investing.
He had a few early busts but then a few good booms came along. My dad, the struggling hustler, was now worth a few million and no longer the struggling hustler, he was just a hustler with cash to throw around. He invested in more companies, played the market, knew when the time was right and got out before things tanked. By the end of the nineties, he was worth an estimated ten million dollars.
It was during that wild time, the dot com boom, that he met my mom. They were twenty years apart in age, but my dad was never a shy man. He was on a business trip entertaining clients and she was the waitress of their table. They both flirted and playfully teased each other throughout dinner. He left her his number to the hotel he was staying at on the bill but didn't expect her to call. She actually called him that night and they went out for coffee where they hit it off further. They chatted and laughed late into the night before they went their separate ways. She thought he just wanted a one-night stand but when he was actually a gentleman to her it made her think.
He came in and out of town over the next several months. They continued to see each other and date until he asked her to come on a trip with him. She had nothing to lose and nothing keeping her where she was, so she went with him. The rest you could say is history.
It was a whirlwind love that took them both to places they never thought they would go to. The next thing you know I came along. That put a quick end to that. Mom was still young and wanted to go places and do things. My dad was older, and he had done things and had been places and with me being born, he knew it was time to slow things down.
They moved to Florida as my dad got into the next big boom, real estate. My mom was still on the go with her tree hugger, I can save the world, free spirited ideas. Before I was born, they had been to Africa a few times and she wanted to save the villages by giving them fresh water and education and medical help. It's not a bad thing, don't get me wrong. But after I was born, she should have reprioritized what was important to her. She was still set on saving the world with or without me.
Her plan was never to have kids. She did a few mission trips before she met my dad and fell in love with the idea that she was helping to save the world. When she met my dad, it detoured her for a couple of years. She really wanted to get back on track, as she put it, and keep on doing good over there even though I was around now. My dad didn't want to hold her back so he told her she could go a few times a year.
That lasted five years. She missed my birthday while on one of her trips. They got into a huge argument about it when she finally did return home. I was too young to understand all the ends and outs of what had happened between them, but I know they both signed some papers, she packed up her things and basically moved to Africa permanently. She came home every now and then but for the most part it was just me and my dad after that.
I didn't even realize she was gone half the time, so it wasn't a big change after she left. It was for my dad though. He had to try and raise me while hustling to make millions. He knew how to do it though. He always put me first but still managed to make money.
The love affair of my life started shortly after my mom and dad split. Dad was an avid golfer and took clients and friends out regularly to entertain and work on business deals. He bought me a set of clubs and took me along one day. It started out as a fun thing we could do together while he could still conduct business.
