Jasmine and Achilles Jones

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The following Saturday, I was at the ball park at 10:00AM the game was to start at 10:30. I saw the girls arrive with my wife and the filthbag. I wanted to vomit or kill him, not necessarily in that order. Jasmine saw me and waved. I just looked at her stony-faced. She was the enemy, and he was the devil. I was scaring myself. The girls ran up to me.

"Hi dad! Hi dad!" they said in unison. They gave me kisses on the cheek and ran back to the dugout where their teammates were beginning to assemble.

The game was fun. I couldn't help myself from glancing in the direction of the lovers every once in a while. It seemed that each time I did that Jasmine was smiling at me, and it hurt. A sympathetic smile for me and pussy for him, it hurt a lot. I wondered what they were saying about me. I noted that Karen Olson joined them about half way through the game; I thought that odd.

The girls' team had won. But I did not. They were out there on the field cheering and jumping up and down in celebration. The team then broke up and ran for the bleachers and their families.

Marie and Tina ran up to the fence, waved to me, and then ran to their mother and good 'ole Roger. I just stood there. I must have looked pretty hangdog. One of the mothers looked up at me. "Mr. Jones? You okay?" she said.

"Uh—yes," I said. "I fought back the tears as I watched the girls and their mother and the asshole leave.

I had to sit and I did. I held my head in my hands and felt sorry for myself.

I was served with the divorce papers the next week. The negotiations were swift, businesslike, and for me hurtful.

Tanya was able to get me one weekend a month with the girls and summers; their mother would be getting them one weekend a month during my summer time. The big national holidays we would alternate starting with the Fourth of July next. As for the financial stuff. She kept her house, and I kept mine. No alimony. Whoever had the children would pay all while they were with them, so no child support, and that was about it. I was satisfied with it all except the custody split.

The twin's games were on nine consecutive weekends. I went to the next game the following Saturday, and Tanya went with me. I had told her of the way things had gone with the first game, and she had sympathized. Holding my hand, so to speak, she bucked me up.

The girls came up to me this time gave me a kiss, said they were looking forward to coming to my house in two weeks. We talked for a couple of minutes, and then they left to join their mother and Roger. I watched as they joined them. All four of them looked back at me. The only one smiling was Roger. I knew then that my hate for him would never die: he was coming between me and my girls.

Just before they turned the corner and were lost from my sight. My eyes locked with Jasmine's. Hers carried a message I could not fathom.

"AJ? you okay," said Tanya, bringing me out of my reverie.

"Yeah, I guess," I said. "No, not really," I corrected.

The next Saturday came, and I didn't go to the game. I couldn't deal with seeing their mother and Roger. His gloating, and that's what it was, had gotten to me. That evening, I got a call from Jasmine.

"You missed the game," she said.

"You've missed plenty of them," I said.

"AJ, don't do this," she said.

"Do what."

"AJ we're going to be thrown together when the girls have things going on. They were very worried when you didn't show today; you've never missed. Marie cried. She's the emotional one, you know. And Tina, Tina was a nervous jervis! You can't not be there, AJ. They need you," said Jasmine.

"It's too hard for me when the asshole is there laughing at me. I just can't do it," I said, telling the truth. I was sounding like a teenager who'd been dumped, and I knew it.

"What? Roger? He wasn't laughing at you. He is as concerned as I am," she said.

"Bullshit! You just can't stop lying to me, can you, Jas," I had to get the dig in. I was hurting too bad.

"AJ, he has nothing to do with you and the girls. He's just—I don't know—there," she said.

"Yeah, laughing at me," I said, my bitterness showing through.

"Who cares what he does. Okay so he acted stupid last time. I'll see to it he stops doing that stuff in the future. Okay?" she said.

"Jasmine, you can't be that naïve. Goodbye." I hung up.

The following weekend I'd picked the girls up on Friday night. We went out for pizza. Saturday we went to the game. Their mother and the asshole were there, but they hardly ever looked my way. I guess Roger had gotten an earful; couldn't have happened to a nicer guy. Sunday we stayed home and the girls and I baked cookies, and talked, and had a swim in the pool. I took the girls home a bit after 6:00PM.

The following weekend I came to the game, but only just before it ended. I noticed that Roger wasn't there. Jasmine looked over at me and smiled. It was a questioning smile. Well, some days are better than others, at least I didn't have to see him. The girls came up to me this time and talked with me.

"Daddy, you were late today," said Marie.

"Yeah, sorry about last week, girls. Where's your mother's boss? I said. I was hoping they'd tell me he'd been hit by a bus.

"He's home," they said. So, he was living with her. I knew it, I suppose, but it hurt to finally be sure. I let it go at that. We talked for a minute or two more and then they left to go back to their mother. Jasmine was waiting at the other end of the bleachers, and she looked concerned. For my part I didn't give a shit. I had the feeling she wanted to talk, but that was the last thing I wanted to do.

Every day the following week, I was down. I had no enthusiasm for anything. I hadn't decided whether to go to the girls' next game or not. I knew it was stupid, my acting this way, but I was powerless to help it.

In the end, I decided to go. I entered through the same gate I always did. I had to walk under the home team side of the bleachers for a few yards to get inside; it was kind of a short cut. As I turned to go up someone grabbed my arm from behind. I turned to see.

"Jasmine! What the...!" I said. "What are you doing here."

"I needed to talk to you and I know you wouldn't up there," she said nodding toward the seats overhead. "And, I wanted to talk to you without Roger seeing us."

"Oh, a falling out already," I said with a sneer.

"Cut the crap, AJ. You and I are getting a divorce, and that's that; but there is no reason for you to divorce the girls," she said. "You're being childish."

"Oh, and what are you being shacking up with a man you are not married to," I shot back.

"What? We are going to get married," she countered. Her saying it still hurt in spite of everything.

"Oh, and when will that be?' I said.

"Well, after the divorce is final, of course," she said.

"In the meantime you'll just shack up with the asshole. That about it?" I said.

"That's none of your business," I said.

"It is if it concerns my babies," I said. "Keep the asshole away from my daughter's events, and I'll have no problem coming, but with him here it is real tempting to tear his filthbag ass up!" I said, giving way to venting. I was being childish, but I didn't give a fruit picker's damn.

"Why are you being this way," she said allowing some emotion to show through on her side. "We need to get along."

"You hurt me, Jasmine, real bad. Cheatin' with that asshole. Getting along is not gonna happen, not for a long, long time if ever," I said. "Forced toleration maybe, but getting along is too close to friendship to ever be likely to happen between you and me. Figure it out, Jasmine, we ain't friends!" I stocked off.

Perversely, I felt real good; I mean real good.

"AJ!" But, I was gone.

The game went well, I glanced over at my enemies from time to time. Jasmine's expression was one of frustration, or maybe concern it was hard to tell. What was interesting was that asshole never looked in my direction even once. I wondered about that. I couldn't see him knuckling under to Jasmine all that completely, so I wondered what his motivation might have been.

The aftermath of the game was the same as it had been. The girls talked to me briefly and then left to join their mom and her lover. They did look a bit reluctant to go back, but it could have been just wishful thinking on my part.

I was working overtime at the Head trip on Tuesday evening when Tanya made an entrance, and I mean made an entrance. She was beautiful. Short black dress, perfect makeup, perfume of the kind that caused men to have sinful thoughts, and five inch heels that made her ass stick out so far, she looked like she was inviting the boys to butt fuck her right there in the bar.

"Howdy, Ranger," she said as she sidled up to the bar.

"Howdy back attacha," I said. "You look fantastic."

"Yeah, I got a date," she said, very seriously.

"Oh," I said wrinkling my brow.

"Yeah, he's a little slow on the uptake, but I'm pretty sure he'll come around," she said.

"I sure as heck wouldn't be slow if you were my date," I said.

"Thank gawd," she said. "I was afraid you weren't going to get it."

"Huh?" I said. She just looked at me, a smile began to spread over her countenance.

"Geezsus!" I said. "Okay, so I'm slow on the uptake. Give me twenty minutes. Want something while I get ready?"

"Wine would be nice. Anything," she said. I got it for her, made a deal with Hank who was also still hanging in there, and headed into the back to change into my emergency clothes.

"Geezsus," said Hank. "Sure I'll cover for you, but you have got to get me a date with her sister."

"I'll ask her," I said, laughing.

******

The Cloister had become our favorite place. We had adjourned there as soon as I could freshen up and get loose from the bar.

It was almost twelve but the place was still rockin'. We got a table, ordered drinks, danced a couple of slow numbers and headed back to the table. She stirred her martini, slowly with the stick. The olive impaled on the end of it seemed an extraterrestrial orb in a universe of clear plasma.

"So, how's it been going," she said. "I haven't heard from you in a while, days."

I shrugged. "It's all about the girls. I don't want that asshole living with them, not even."

She looked at me and seemed to understand. "Have you spoken to your ex?" she said.

"Not at any length. She sandbagged me Saturday, as I was coming through the gate to the softball field. She laid into me about the girls and my attitude about the asshole and well, my attitude generally," I said.

"And you said?"

"I told her I didn't cotton to her hypocrisy. I mean her shacking up with him," I said. "And, that was about it." She just nodded.

"Let's get out of here," she said.

Out of here meant to Hill Top Drive. I found a secluded parking spot with a view and she cuddled against me laying her head on my shoulder.

I stroked her hair and enjoyed the feeling. I lifted her chin, leaned toward her and kissed her. It was a sensual moment. I motioned her into the back seat. We crawled over the tops of our seats, like a couple of teenagers at the drive-in movie, and fell together in a heap in the back.

My hand, on her knee, began making slow circles a little higher up on her thigh. Gently, slowly, I lifted the hem of her dress and let my hand rest lightly on her leg just inches from her most secret places.

She moved her hands to the front f my pants and smiled when she found what she was looking for. She took her time pulling down the zipper. Freed at last his cock sprung out and pointed right at her. She leaned in a suckled on it. All five inches disappeared inside of her mouth, and she gurgled as it tickled the back of her throat.

I took my time searching her thighs finally making contact with my prize. She shivered and I pulled her panties aside and slipped a finger inside of her.

"I need you to fuck me," she said. "I need you to do it now." She lay back on the seat and splayed her legs over the backs of the seats thus opening herself to assault. I assaulted her without delay. She was tight. I pulled out and went down on her. I brought her to her first orgasm with my tongue; she was wet enough now. I resumed my original intent.

Poised at her opening I rammed it home; she uhhgged as I nailed her. She was a nine-point-seven on the wonderfulness scale. I screwed her slowly for some time. As I felt her begin to tense up I picked up speed. Finally, I drove into her as powerfully and as ruthlessly as I could; I wanted to master her. She arched her back and raised my body higher as she experienced a shattering climax at the same time that I unloaded an imperial gallon of cum inside of her.

I collapsed on top of her pinning her to the car seat. She wrapped her legs around me trapping me in my turn. We lay for a few minutes and then disengaged and sat up. My head flopped back onto the seat back. Hers lolled onto my shoulder. No words were said, none were needed.

We dressed and made to go back down into the Valley.

I keyed the ignition and stopped before turning the key. "That was good," I said.

"It certainly was," she said.

We were quiet on the way back. I wondered where if anywhere our little date might lead.

Pulling up in front of her condo building, I leaned back and looked her in the eye. "You doing anything this Saturday," I asked.

"Seeing you, I think," she said. "But isn't it your weekend with the girls?"

"Yes, and that's the point. I want them to meet you," I said. My meaning was clear. This night had changed a lot of things. I didn't have a mother to take her home to meet, but I did have twin girls.

She nodded her understanding. "You sure, AJ? I mean are you really sure?" she said. "We really haven't gotten to know each other all that well."

"Yes, we have. The only question I will ever have for you is the one I should have insisted on with Jasmine," I said.

"What question?" she said.

"Can you remain faithful to me? It's the only thing that matters when all is said and done, because it's the only mistake that there is no forgiveness for, at least for me," I said.

"Are you asking me to marry you?" she said, kinda smiling.

"Yes."

"The answer is yes. After the divorce is final of course."

I showed up that Friday evening at Jasmine's house—that's the way I thought of it now, to pick up the girls. I waited out front. Jasmine came out first. She wanted to talk.

"How are you?" she said, surprising me with her tone.

"Why do you care," I shot back not caring if she liked it or not.

"You hate me don't you?' she said.

"I hate what you did to me, and to us. You're a cheater, so is the asshole. I saw him looking through the window at me when I drove up. He's still here shacking up with you isn't he?"

She gave me her patented pissed off look.

"But, to answer your question, I mean do I hate you. Pretty much, but the pain is less and less each day. The good news is, at least to me, that I am absolutely certain that you two will be cheating on each other before long, and I'll be there to gloat. Just as you two did to me, you know, when you finally lowered the boom on me.

And, dearie, I will gloat," I said.

"AJ, I didn't gloat! I really didn't didn't want to hurt you. My gawd! can't you accept that," she said."

Accept what? Are you apologizing?"

"Okay, yes, you deserve at least that. I apologize. I made a cuckold out of you and I have felt bad about it ever since."

"Thank you, at least that's something." I decided to try for something I'd been thinking about.

"You know after the divorce is final. I'm supposed to have the girls for summers. Why can't I have them now. I mean it is summer, even though the divorce isn't final yet," I said.

She looked me with a question in her eyes, no, it was suspicion.

"At least they wouldn't be exposed to you shacking up with a man who is not your husband. And, I promise you, no woman will be staying over at my house until after I marry her, if ever I do," I said. "I will not set that kind of example for my girls."

"AJ, I can do more for them..."

"Because of your money? That has nothing to do with raising babies. It only has to do with physical comfort and ego," I said.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "We'll lay it out to them and ask them. How's that," she said.

After how the girls had reacted the last time, I was concerned. What if they just didn't want to stay with me. What if the glitz of their mother's money, and for that matter that of her boss, was more than they, being young, could resist. Well, we'd see just how deep their love for their 'ole dad was.

"Okay, yes," I said. "Do you want me there when we lay it out or do you want to do the asking? I'll leave it up to you."

"I'll do it. I'd really rather avoid any possible scene. But, I promise to try and not show any preference. Okay?"

"Good for me," I said. "Can you do it now? I can wait," I said. I knew I was pushing it, but hell, I hadn't been really rational for some time.

"Now?"

"Yes, it ain't rocket science. It's just moving the calendar up a bit. I miss them a ton, and the divorce won't be final until December. You'll have them back when school starts next month, anyway, regardless," I said. "I mean if they agree to it."

"Okay, I guess, I can ask them now." She turned and walked back up to the house. She looked back at me just before going in. Her look was one of—something.

I got out of the car and walked over the tree in the parkway to get into the fading shade. It was late afternoon, but the sun was still warming the air pretty good, and I felt like stretching my legs a little.

It was almost half an hour later that Jasmine came out—without the girls. She came up to me as I leaned against the tree.

"AJ, they said that they'd rather stay here until next summer. They cried. They're afraid you won't understand. They do love you. But, this has been their home. Their friends come here. They..."

I guess the look on my face reflected the shattering of the heart within me. "I—I have to go. I just can't—please, tell the girls daddy still loves them." My tears of disappointment betrayed me. I started crying big time. I ran to my car, got in and drove off. That was it. My old family was gone forever. I'd have to get on with my life and forget them all.

Geezsus, Tanya would be coming tomorrow expecting to share the day with me and the girls. Well, I hoped she'd still want to share it with me. But, in the state I was in, it was going to be very iffy.

When I got home the phone was ringing.

"Yes?"

"AJ, this is your weekend with the girls. Why did you run off. AJ, you have to be an adult here. I mean the girls love you..."

"Stop, Jasmine. It is clear that the girls love your money more than they love me. Or maybe it's just you more than me. I won't be around anymore. I will be getting on with my life. You have a good one, you hear.

"We had some good days too, Jas, I thank you for those."

"AJ, what are you saying! You can't cut them off like that. They're your babies," she said.

"No, clearly they're yours, and I guess his now. Treat them right. Goodbye, Jas."

I hung up. I had never felt so low in my whole life.

******

"Did he buy it?" asked her lover.

She nodded. "Yes, and he's hurt. I feel like shit doing that to him. He loves those girls. I betrayed him, and now he's thinking that they did too."

"If you hadn't gotten him out of the picture you would be fighting him over everything forever. He'll be better off. Now, he can get on with his life and not have to worry about children getting in his way," said Roger.

"I doubt that he'd think of it that way," said Jasmine.

"Look, be practical. Those girls stand to inherit your grandmother's estate now that she has died, I mean now, that her own children have passed on too. How much did you say it's worth?"