What Could Go Wrong at bach party 3

What could go wrong at bachelorette party part 3

We met Tom first here:

Then the second part life gets really fucked up for Tom:

The definition of rat fucking stems from Dick Nixon's dirty tricks guys headed by Donald Segreti. Too old a reference? Watch the movie 'All the President's Men' or read the book of the same name, written by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein.

It's my contention that the phrase has slipped into the more popular vernacular meaning someone who fucks with somebody's life. My mom's husband, who is not my biological parent, who spent most of my adolescence, along with my brothers kicking the shit out of me, had this old jack of all trades guy named George, who was two thirds nuts, every so often would say something lucid to Dad, "Bill you know why people fuck with you?"

Dad did not mince words, "How the fuck should I know, George?"

"It's simple Bill, they fuck with you, because they think they can."

That was pretty deep for George, it's not like he's remotely stupid, rather he's kind of whacked out and depressed and on meds and his mind skips around a bit.

My mom was a total slut and cheated on her husband and oops there I was growing in her belly. I'd been feeling emotionally rat fucked (I just made that up) so I decided that was on them, not me.

I could not change a fucking thing. I had to accept it and know I did not cause it and just walk away. I bought a 2003 GMC Yukon 4x4 that was custom fitted with a GMC Group 3 inline 361 cubic inch six cylinder engine. It had a custom performance dual exhaust system along with a tri-power Rochester carburation system with three two barrel carburetors. Super stiff suspension, over sized meaty tires and a custom tow bar so I could pull the Trooper. The transmission was a three speed on the floor with a granny gear for mud. Around the wheel wells there was some rust I got rid of and patched with anti-rust primer that was grey.

All in all I paid forty nine fifty for it and it was a fucking beast. I bought passage on a barge inside a container from Matson Shipping. I had a few clothes in each rig, spare tires, chain saws, shovels and tire chains.

It turns out I did have chlamydia which I got four weeks work of azithromycin. I named Renee on the county form.

I rode the Alaska Marine Highway Ferry from Bellingham, Washington which is near the Canadian border, to Juneau, Alaska. I caught another ferry to Whittier, then rode a bus to Anchorage. The pickup for Matson was on Tidewater road. I had two days to kill and I stayed in the Microtel motel and it was one hundred and fifty bucks a night.

I went to brew pub called 49th state brew pub. I got a yak burger with bacon and another order to go of their mac 'n cheese. It was lean and the bacon made it perfect, tater tots and I had some root beer. It was perfect and I had not really eaten regularly on the long ferry ride,

When I returned to my motel room, I turned on my old phone and there were hundreds of texts and a lot of emails.

The theme seemed to be 'Where are you Tom, more of the it's not what you think' trope, which I deleted. I rarely do social media, I had a facebook account which I opened and changed my profile picture of me when I was fifteen to me now, sort of pensive, I'm not going to get rich taking pictures and I noted that I was going dark and I wished everyone a good life.

I watched Quigley Down Under with him and his fifty caliber Sharps buffalo gun. I liked the character. He was six foot six or so and I was five foot ten and I weighed one seventy five. We both had nut bags for romantic interests. That is to say I did not.

I fell asleep and woke up at ten thirty in the morning I had some University of Washington sweats and a dark blue hoody and a stocking cap. I had some older Reebok runners and I set out on a long slow run into town and back. I was tight and stiff, but after a bit I loosened up and felt really good. It was mid sixties so the hoody and stocking cap was too much and I was hot in a about five minutes. I stopped and took off the hoody and tied it around my waist and I put the homemade stocking cap in my pocket.

I was stretching out post run by pushing against the exterior of the motel, with one leg up in my chest and the other extended behind me. I heard, without noticing, a car roll into the parking lot, crunching the gravel and coming to a stop behind me. I heard a door open, creaking and then it close.

"Hey mister, " a little kid's voice.

I turned around and there was this munchkin of a little girl in a rag tag outfit of sweat pants, plaid cotton dress and a ratty Seattle Seahawks sweat shirt over the dress which was too big. Her filthy tennis shoes were untied and the too big stocks were down around her ankles.

I bent down to one knee and responded, "Yes ma'am?"

In response she giggled and said, "I not a ma'am, I'm a girl, " looking over shoulder towards the orange beat up four door Ford pickup, the ubiquitous F-250.

A rich mellifluous voice said, "Tell him honey, "as my eyes tracked to her mother who was wearing a pony tail binding her long red hair and a checked red flannel shirt barely containing her massive breasts.

Unable to control my reaction my eyebrows shot up like an old fashioned window shade in a cartoon. Which caused her to silently chuckle, which in turn made my groin stir.

The little voice again, "You dropped your cap, " she marched up and handed it to me.

I said to her and her mother, "Thank you so much, my great grandmother knitted this for me and it's the last thing I have of hers. It means a lot to me. Can I buy you all some lunch?"

My new best friend piped up, "Biscuit Club, Mommy please!"

I looked at her mom and said, "My treat please."

So we went. I had to sit in the bed of her truck, since there were five kids in the cab.

We went into this café that smelled like being in an oven, the rich smell of bread which were simply biscuits. The most incredible biscuits I'd ever smelled or eaten.

Biscuits and sausage gravy, biscuits and honey, biscuits and jam. Peanut butter, bananas, sausage that were so unbelievably good.

Her love for her children, returned in a chorus of 'mommy this and mommy that', laughter, faces smeared with honey and jam, fingers licked and she ate too. She loved food and I watched her eat and was enthralled.

Her name was Sara McCaul. She did not have a wedding ring on and there was no indentation. She caught me looking and ignored it.

My little friend was named Ginnie and was almost four, her four sisters ranged from six to twelve: the six year old was Andi, the eight year old was Stephanie, the twelve year olds were twins Teri and Vicki, fraternal.

Sara stared at me and said, "Who are you?"

I responded, "I am Tom Fitzpatrick. I'm waiting for my two trucks to arrive via barge at Matson down on Riverside tomorrow. I am headed to White Horse."

"Tell him Mommy!"

I raised my eyebrows in question to her, looking into her green eyes.

Her response was a question, "Why White Horse?"

I sucked a bushel of air in and answered, "Good place to start over."

She held my eyes and said, "No Mrs. Fitzpatrick?"

I chuckled mirthlessly and said, "Almost, I dodged a bullet."

Unrelenting she followed up, "What happened?"

"It was the videos from the bachelorette party and multiple partners and it turns out she was actually married. It's complicated in terms of what I did for a living and I can't say anything other than I worked for the government and no longer do that."

"I'm a widow, my husband was a long haul trucker and he fell asleep. He skipped a mandated rest period."

"I'm a nurse and work at White Horse General Hospital, pediatric wing."

I smiled and said, "Of course."

"What kind of trucks?"

"I have a 2003 GMC Yukon, four by four, with a kit engine for a group three inline six 361 engine, tuned exhaust and tri-power, " I was showing off.

She said, "I'd love to see it."

"I get them tomorrow. The other one is a rebuilt Isuzu Trooper."

She responded, "Troopers are all over White Horse."

"I'm heading up there the day after tomorrow, do you want to go together, "I asked her?

She said, "Okay, the next morning."

I said, "It's seven hundred miles easy two day drive one day blast."

She said, "I have to take it slow with this pickup, so two days should work."

I had some left over mac 'n cheese and nuked it for dinner. It occurred to me that although she had my phone number, I did not know hers. In the morning at eight, I walked from my hotel down to the Matson yard on Riverside, pulled the Trooper out first, then the Yukon. The tow bar was already on the Trooper and I backed the Yukon up and lowered the two bar onto the trailer hitch. Unlocking the Trooper, I put the transmission in neutral and made sure the emergency brake was off, then fixed the towing lights onto the roof of the Trooper which would react to my braking in the Yukon.

With that I rolled back to the hotel and parked on the street and locked everything up. It was ten in the morning. I googled fast food hamburgers in Anchorage and there was a Dairy Queen three blocks away. Here's a pro-tip to all my fast food friends, Dairy Queen has THE best hamburgers and chili dogs, oh and onion rings. I timed my walk to get there at eleven when they opened up. I had no idea about dinner so I ordered two backyard bacon cheese stack burgers and two flamethrower stack burgers. I added three chili cheese hot dogs and two onion rings and two French fries.

I've never been able to gain weight, I always burn it off, so on return to my room I had a bucket of ice and some cups so I feasted on a backyard bacon cheese stack burger, one flamethrower stack burger, a chili cheese hot dog, and two fries. I watched Terminator Two Judgement day. Just watching Linda Hamilton made me hard, so resolute and angry and stunningly beautiful.

No phone call as of nine at night, so I was kind of thinking for whatever reason, "our joint journey" was off the table. I woke at five thirty am, Seattle time and finished off my Dairy Queen haul along with three of the mini pots of room coffee.

I was stowing away my clothes in some plastic garbage bags, when there was some pounding on my door. It was Sara and she said, "I ran out of monthly minutes on my plan, sorry. But we're ready."

I smiled at her and said, "Good, why don't you lead the way and set the pace that feels right for you. Do you need gas, have you checked the oil and water."

"I might need some gas."

I said, "Follow me we'll both get some on me."

She looked relieved and smiled. There was a shell station three blocks away and she actually had two tanks so I filled them both and checked her oil and it was two quarts low, so I remedied that. Then I had her start the engine and I added water, then told her to stop the engine. I asked her if she needed some snacks for her brood and she nodded yes and I tilted my head for her to come into the convenience store and she bought all the premade sandwiches, mixed nuts, fifteen plastic bottles of water, tortilla chips, the big bags and I paid for it all and she brought it out to her rig.

It was eight thirty when we started and I asked her if Northway seemed like a reasonable place to get to in the evening for the first day. She thought a bit and nodded yes. I asked her, "Does your rig's cruise control work?"

She said, "Yes."

"Here's what I suggest, you lead the way and get out into the right lane and set your cruise control at fifty miles per hour and that will get us there at four o'clock or so, recognizing the need for bathroom breaks. Okay?"

She nodded yes and reached out and touched my arm and said, "Thank you for everything."

"No problem at all, I'd be lost without my cap."

She smiled at me and I was back in my rig. It was not quiet and although it was equipped with a nice sound system, I had the window open as I went up through gears, going from twenty miles an hour in third gear as the sound of the tuned exhaust bounced around the canyon we were in to fifty miles an hour and then into fourth as I tucked behind the pickup truck and enjoyed the scenery which was spectacular.

We were about four hours along when her pickup started to slow as white smoke began to pour out the exhaust, she took an exit into Gakona and there was a gas station and she pulled in to the side and the engine seized. I was behind her. I grabbed several engine rags and asked her to pop the hood. There was water everywhere, I went to the tail pipes and there was water dripping from each.

I walked back to her she was resting her head on the steering wheel weeping. I touched her shoulder. She looked at me and I said, "Please give me the registration."

She reached over opened the glove compartment and handed it to me and I read it, 'Jeff Henry, Anchorage.'

"Who is Jeff Henry?"

She said, "My husband's grandfather."

"Is he alive?"

She shook her head no.

Put all your stuff, kids and food in the Yukon. Put your clothes in the Trooper, I will unlock both. I am going to take the license plates off and leave the registration on the seat and sign it as if I've sold it as Jeff Henry. Be smooth now, but don't hurry and get the kids over, use the restroom if it makes sense, tell them, you'll have a new car when you get home. Please don't argue, it'll all be something to laugh about in a few years."

I bought some more nuts and water and we were off Andi and Stephanie were in front, Sara and the twins were in the back and Ginnie was in her mother's lap and she fell asleep immediately. I connected to Pandora and played Disney show tunes which caused everyone to sing or hum along.

I pulled into Northway at five o'clock and found a motel, the Golden Bear Motel and rented a room with a king size bed and a double bed.

I ordered three seventeen inch pizzas, two Hawaiian delight with ham and pineapple which the girls loved and another that sausage, beef, pepperoni, shrooms, onions and peppers ten pops, root beer and coke.

As the kids devoured the pizza Sara asked me to come outside. I grabbed one of the root beers and followed her.

She said, "I have a good job, but I'm broke, I got that car from my husband's family and I am now carless. I can't repay you."

I said, "I can and want to help you and please let me. You've shown me that life is worth living. Am I attracted to you? Sure, what's the old line, 'If you walked through a graveyard Sara every dead man in there would rise up in appreciation. You don't know me, but I like to think we could friends, that's all. I've not had many of those, okay?"

She looked at me and said, "I'm dating for the first time, actively so and I might marry again, I've been asked once already."

I said, "Just send me an invite, I want to dance at the wedding."

That's what it was. I let her borrow the Trooper for a month and I found her a 1995 F-250 dual cab, with a straight body. It had a nearly shot gas 351 V-8 which was a standard engine that was in a lot of their cars and trucks for years. I bought a rebuilt engine with a five year fifty thousand mile warranty for three thousand dollars.

I bought a house for two hundred and seventy five thousand outside White Horse, in Faro. It was two stories with a basement and a detached garage I put the engine in and built it up until it was ready to drive. I used some Bondo around the left rear wheel well and got it going.

I called Sara, I'd been there three months and invited them over for a barbecue to my new home. I had the pickup registered in her name.

I had smoked some pork butts and made a simple BBQ sauce out of mustard, vinegar and honey. I had some garlic and onion mashed potatoes and cold slaw, oh and some hamburger patties ready.

They arrived in the Trooper at four thirty and there was another car that a tall African American woman emerged from. All the girls were all over me hugging me, which I could not get enough of. I stood up happy to see them and Sara and the women were standing together and Sara says, "Tom I want you to meet my partner Gabrielle, we're going to be married in August."

I smiled at Sara and said, "Congratulations! The two most beautiful women in White Horse are getting married," I turned and gestured for them to follow me.

I arrived at the pickup and said, "I have to get the Trooper back Sara, but I found this for next to nothing and it's registered in your name, " and handed her the keys.

Gabrielle's face showed concern, so I immediately stepped close to her and said so they could both hear me. "Sara and her girls showed me that I could actually have a life and friends, that suicide was not an option, she told me she had zero interest in me, but I will confess that when Ginnie brought me my stocking cap back, she had my heart.

I have no idea if I will ever have my own family, but I dearly love Sara's girls and Sara is a friend for life. I hope that you and I can be friends too Gabrielle.

That was the beginning of a long time friendship.

I was not a monk and I met people at first at bars, like any idiot. But that was weird, I with this one woman Jane, Friday night and most of Saturday and her phone buzzed and she looked at it, while I was pounding her into my mattress from behind. She said, "Tom do you mind if my husband watches, I'm a 'hot wife' I cuckold my husband and I would dearly like you to be one of my bulls. It turns him on to watch men fuck me."

I said, "Oh really?"

She said, "Especially men who have horse cocks like you. Three of our children are from my bulls, he's shooting blanks so this works out for both of us."

I upped my game and hate fucked, totally rough and she came, and screamed spank me and I did and dropped an enormous load in her.

Jane had friends. I started getting random visitors to my home by stunningly beautiful women.

Jane was a regular and she let me know that I was going to be a father, that her hubby was delighted to raise my child and there would not be any financial requirements.

After a year of this I had impregnated three women besides Jane. I had started a business of repairing cars and purchased a shop in White Horse from two brothers who were retiring. I built out an office above the floor, including a room with a single bed and a shower and microwave.

I had been in White Horse now for seven years and I had wanted a family when I arrived, if I looked in my heart I knew initially I hoped that Sara and I, but it was not to be. I looked up my half brother Tom and he had remarried as he said he would. Molly had actually been convicted of several crimes, including misuse of funds and sleeping with a mob attorney and a judge. Renee and her hubby had divorced. Gunner Cole was retired and living in Jacksonville, Florida. I had not seen Sara and Gabrielle in some time. I called Sara and she did not pick up so I left a voice mail asking if I might buy her and Gabrielle dinner.

I had not been to my home in the better part of a year. I went to mass at the Cathedral, Sacred Heart in White Horse. There was a cathedral that my dad and mom went to in Seattle, called Sacred Heart. It is a beautiful church. I saw Jane and her kids and husband, she saw me, but pretended not to see me. Gabrielle was there with Sara and their kids. They pretended not to see me, but they did.

The pastor was Polish and had a strong accent. He asked if I was Catholic on the way out the parish hall and I said, "Father I am from Seattle, Washington in the States and I grew up in a parish with the very same name."

He rejoined, "When was your last confession?"

I said, "I was going to get married, but she cheated on me the night before the wedding, so it would have several days before that."

"Come see me tomorrow at eleven thirty."

I called the lead mechanic and told him I had some personal business to square away and would not be in until late in the afternoon, if not Tuesday morning.

I was there at eleven twenty, in case somebody beat me to it.

It was as much a conversation, but I told him everything and how I ended up in this whole sordid life style. I explained what a honey trap was and how I'd been caught up in a long term spy vs spy bull shit which tore up my family and created me.

Finally, the whole cuckold and bull bologna.

He gave me some things to read on helping people and forgiveness and told me to come to mass on Sunday.

I started coming regularly, he asked me one Sunday in the parish hall, "Thomas, what do you know about this baseball?"

I told him that I had played in high school and travel teams, "We need someone to coach the baseball team at our high school, 'St. Francis of Assisi Secondary school.'"

"We need to have sports."

I had moved back home and put up a wood board covering the window in the door and there was note carved into the board, 'This is not a hot wife welcome zone.' My church attendance seemed to have squashed my stud service.

End What Could Go Wrong At The Bachelorette Party p3.