Date: Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:50:35 EDT
From: Andichan@aol.com
Subject: Life starts with love. Part 1.

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"I'm off out tonight with Lyn so you'll have to fend for yourself. Don't
know when I'll be back"

I groaned inwardly. 'Shit. Not again!'

"Ok. Sod all I can do to stop you. Where you going anyhow?"

"Like it's got anything to do with you, we're going to that new club in
Portland Street."

At that point the door bell rang. My wife answered it and Lyn stepped in
followed by her young son Ryan.

Lyn looked even sluttier than my missus and that was saying something! She
scowled at me and parked herself in the nearest chair.

"Get a bottle of something Chris. I need a stiff one!" Both women fell
about laughing.

A bottle of vodka was taken from the drinks cabinet and over the space of
the next fifteen minuets they trashed it.

My wife, looking rather the worse for it, spoke up. "Right we're off and by
the way you're baby sitting Ryan. No where else to leave the little shit so
you've got the job!"

"Yeah you got the job of chief little shit sitter! Two shits together.
You'll be fine."

The two women wobbled half drunk out of the house, not even bothering to
close the front door. I stood up and went to close it watching Lyn
screeching down the road, laying rubber as she drove.

All this time, little Ryan hadn't uttered a word. He just stood there
looking at his feet.

No sign of emotion. No tears. No nothing. It was almost as if his brain had
been tuned off.

All this had started some nine months ago.

Our marriage was fine and we were financially well off. We'd been trying
for a family of our own for about two years but with no success. Chris went
to the doctor and had tests which came back showing no problems. By all
accounts she was fertile enough to be able to conceive as easily as any
other woman.

So then it was my turn.

Well not to put too finer point on it, I was firing blanks. Not a live
sperm in sight.

That was it. Chris turned from a loving, caring and affectionate wife to a
bitch of the first order, at least towards me. Of course I tried to talk to
her, reason with her even but she was having none of it.

"I'm going to make your life hell from now on and before you even
contemplate divorce, you can fucking well forget it! You've got money and I
want my share. Your bloody solicitors will tie it all up so I'm left with
fuck all! You better get used to it Mr Impotence, because that's the way
it's going to be! Me? I'm going to party my sodding brains out!"

And so she did.

I did my share of crying but after some time I managed, albeit
subconsciously, to let the situation become bearable.

Then Lyn turned up in the village. God only knows what her problem was. A
real man hater. Probably a dyke but I have three lesbian friends and while
they're not 'interested in me' I would absolutely class them as friends and
I have turned to them about my situation. Always been concerned and helpful
so I don't bloody know about Lyn.

She moved in to a rented house. No partner but a young boy of about five in
tow. He was always a bit 'down at heel', scruffy and grubby. He didn't mix
much with the other kids in the village, just on the odd occasion I would
see him playing football in the park but always would ignore me.

Chris and Lyn hooked up within weeks and started going out in the evenings
for drinks but over time these drinks evenings became more 'drunk' evenings
with Chris falling in through the door in the middle of the night and then
spending the next hour or so throwing up in the toilet. Then they started
to drink before they went out and finally I found a couple of spliffs which
had fallen out of her coat pocket. The more questions I asked the more
unreasonable she became. Now, nine months on, I'm at a point where I don't
give a shit anymore.

Ryan still stood in the middle of the room.

"Come on mate. Sit down and relax. Only the two of us tonight so we may as
well get comfy?"

Ryan shuffled over to the couch and sat beside me.

"What do you want to do? Watch TV? Play a game or go on the computer or
what?  Your choice!"

For the first time ever, I saw some enthusiasm in his face!  "You have a
computer?! I've used them at school but not a lot. They've only got three
so we have to share. Other kids have them at home so they can practice but
I don't."

Ryan started to look sullen again.

"Ah! I've got more than your school has. I've got four. Two are special
design computers for my work, a really powerful one which is my business
system and my old one which works well but is a bit slower than the big
one. Tell you what? Shall we hitch up the old system, get you an email
address and you can play along to your hearts content!"

"Can we?"

Ryan looked as if he didn't believe me.

"Tell you what. Let's just do it and see what you think. OK?"

Ryan gave a half grin and nodded.

I pointed the way up to my office. My place of work and solitude. The only
part of my house that Chris cannot access. I've changed the locks and
reinforced the door following one of her drunken tempers when with a
wrecking bar, she attempted to break it down.

I cleared some papers off a spare desk and found a height adjustable office
stool and had Ryan sit on it before I placed it at a comfortable position
for him to work from.

Together we connected the computer together and switched it on.

No problem! I cleaned the hard drive of any sensitive work files, (porn is
on another one!!), and set to getting Ryan on line.

"What you on at school mate?"

"Umm. It's Ryan_xxxxx@xxx.xxx "Ok. Let's get you another one. You can send
from school or from here to school if you want but this way teachers won't
be able to see anything you've done here! Good or what!""

"Umm. But maybe I won't be allowed back to use it again? You know?"

"It won't be a problem pall. You can come any time you want or can. You
understand?"

"Yeah. Thanks. Is your name Peter?"

"Yep! But my mates call me Pete. You're my mate now aren't you?"

"Umm!" A more enthusiastic nod of the head!  "Then you call me Pete. K?"

"K Pete!"


We set too and sorted him out an email address with a respectable service
provider and after the confirmation came through, I left him to it,
checking on him every now and then to make sure he was ok and keeping to
the kids sites.

He had never had so much fun and the look on his face melted my entire
being.


Now maybe I could see why my poor gin soaked wife was so distraught about
our inability to have our own family.


What about Ryan though? He was all I'd ever wanted to have. A boy that I
could relate to. Why is his mother so bloody horrible to him? Fuck. I won't
ever know. He's happy for a short time here at least.


More to come. Not going to sweat this out. Sex will come but I'm trying,
badly or otherwise, to build a picture. All comments are welcome,
favourable or otherwise and I will respond to them all.

andichan@aol.com