The Kids Grow Up, Trish Hanan [books you need to read .txt] 📗

guy. From now on, he was out for number one and that person was Harry.
Harry drove his tractor slowly in the fields and thought about the rest of his empty life without Jake and cried some more, wiping his eyes on the hankie he had taken to carrying now that he no longer had Jake to carry one for him. He had to depend on himself now; this was just the first step in a long journey, one he didn’t want to make but had no choice. He wondered if Violet was going to get pregnant right away or if her saying she wanted children was just a scam to get Jake to marry her. He hoped it was for his sake and wished it wasn’t for Jake’s. He saw Kathleen standing at the edge of the field and turned the tractor around to avoid her. His cell phone rang immediately. He sighed and picked it up.
“Harry, this isn’t fair; you just can’t not talk to me,” she complained.
“Kathleen, I really don’t want to talk to anyone, not just you, please just leave me alone for a while,” he told her.
“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” she asked with hope in her voice.
“No, I’m not mad anymore,” he said and she sighed with relief. “Tell your husband I’m sending him and DJ some videos I made from Savannah for a travel show. He’s under so obligation to show them if he doesn’t like them, just send them back to me. I just thought they would be cute to show on his station since he’s always looking for new stuff.”
“Okay, Harry, I’ll tell him; why don’t you bring them over tonight and have dinner with us?” she asked.
“No thanks, Kathleen, I’m not up to company yet, but I’ll let you know when I am,” Harry told her. She sighed.
“You know the sooner you get back to normal, the better you’ll feel,” she told him. He sighed.
“So everyone’s been telling me, but I don’t feel normal and I’m not going to pretend that I am,” he said firmly so she let it be.
“Okay, Harry, I’ll talk to you later, I love you,” she said and he hung up. She sighed and walked back to her house. Steve looked interested when she mentioned Harry’s videos from Savannah.
“A travel show, that should be fun, when’s he sending them over, did he say?” he asked. She shook her head. He hugged her. “Well, at least he’s talking to you now,” he tried to be cheerful. She grinned.
“Well, that’s true and he is getting out of the house and exploring like he said he wanted to, that’s a good thing,” Kathleen smiled and they went back to their day.
Harry weeded all day and the next and then the third day he arranged for an Alterian messenger service to pick up and videos and dropped them off at the TV station with a note. He wasn’t up to facing anyone and refused all of his kid’s invitations to dinner, telling them he just wanted to laze around the house and planned to go back to exploring Savannah next week.
“Harry, we don’t like you going off to Savannah by yourself, you should take someone with you,” Jackson told him. Harry looked at him with surprise.
“First of all, its none of your business if I go off to Savannah by myself, I’m a big boy and I can take care of myself and who the hell are you kids to tell me what I can or cannot do?” he said calmly. Jackson looked uncomfortable.
“Second, there’s no one to take, all of you are so busy pissing away your time selling everything you own to the alterians and you haven’t got anytime to relax and enjoy a sunset,” he continued. “And third, I’m not alone; I take Gertie and Bo with me.”
“Fine, fine, forget I said anything, we just worry about you, Harry, that’s all,” Jackson informed him and then hugged him. Harry smiled.
“When are you kids going to stop this Harry crap and start calling me Dad again, you know it pisses me off,” he said and Jackson laughed.
“Why do you think we call you Harry,” he teased and they both laughed. Then Jackson looked around the kitchen.
“What’s up with this new décor?” he asked. “This isn’t you, this is too, how did Adam put it, pretentious for you.” Harry grinned.
“This is the new and improved Harry S. Talbert, elegant and pretentious as hell and he’s staying for a while and so is the ponytail and mustache so get used to it,” he declared and Jackson laughed.
“Okay, I rather like the ponytail, the mustache makes you look like a pirate though,” he said and Harry nodded.
“I like that, shiver me timbers,” he said and Jackson shook his head and turned to go.
“Drink a few less beers, Harry, and eat something, you’ve lost too much weight, I know the saying is ‘you can never be too rich or too thin’ but you can and you’re too thin, it doesn’t look good,” he told him.
“I’ll eat more when I have my appetite back, see you later, kid,” Harry said and locked the door behind him, something they never had to do before all those alterians arrived. He wondered if they had asked for blood or tissue samples yet and wondered if they had would Dr. George and the others tell them. He sighed and went to the living room to stare at his pretentious walls.
While Harry was making his travel show, Jake was having the time of his life, he hadn’t had this much fun in years. He and Violet left the best party he had been to in years and while the trip to Hawaii had been longer than he was used to, ninety minutes instead of the usual half-hour, but he had been the one doing the flying which was nice for a change. She had sat next to him and praised him the whole way.
“That was the best wedding a girl could ever dream of, thank you, Jake you’re the best husband already,” she gushed and he puffed up with pride. Then they had landed in the helo port at the beach house and he carried her over the threshold into the house and gasped with surprise at the new house he saw before him. Violet giggled at his facial expression.
“Surely, darling you didn’t think we were going to live with that tacky old stuff you and Harry had in here did you?” she teased and he grinned. This house was a master showplace. It was elegant and there were vases and flowers everywhere and the floors gleamed like never before. He kissed her hard and passionately. Then he carried her up the stairs to his new master bedroom with the four post bed with its lacey curtains and made love to his new bride. He even went down on her and she tasted like fresh ripe strawberries. This straight life was wonderful.
And the wonder lasted for two magical weeks. They did have one sticky moment when they came back from hiking from the waterfall and she wanted him to go down on her and when he did, she smelled a little bit funky and he made a face. She saw this and got up quickly and said she wasn’t in the mood for that and they fucked instead which he loved and she loved. She loved that he had the biggest dick on the planet and bragged to all of her friends about his ‘mighty sword’ as she called it.
Then their first night home in their elegant new house, Gloria and David invited them to a little get together at their house and Jake was surprised to see go-go boys from the Bird Cage there.
“These boys give the best head on the planet,” Max informed Jake with a leer and to his complete surprise one of the boys in his gold satin g-string, dropped to his knees in front of everyone and began giving old Max head. Jake gasped with shock and Max laughed.
“Gloria throws the best parties, you’ll have the time of your life, Jake,” he boasted and he grabbed the boy, who had to be legal and over eighteen to work at the club by his hair and pulled him into a bedroom and closed the door. Then to Jake’s complete surprise Gloria began arranging everyone into partners and three-ways for sex. She paired him off with her and his wife for a three-way because she was dying for a good fuck and wanted a hard pounding. His wife giggled at his expression and led him the master bedroom where the two women undressed him and seduced him superbly. And he gave them both the pounding of their lives and they loved it.
After that Gloria’s little parties became a Friday night event, or a Saturday night event and Jake was the stud everyone wanted a piece of and he was having a ball. His dad was big, but he was bigger and everyone wanted him to pound away at them. He even got to pound away at old Max and wished he could have told Harry about that, they would have both laughed at that one. He missed Harry like crazy because they could have shared so much; he couldn’t talk to Violet the way he used to talk to Harry. But no one was talking to Harry; he wasn’t returning anyone’s calls. Jake had heard that on the grapevine, Harry had locked himself in his house and was ignoring everyone. That worried him a little but his life was going so well, he didn’t have time to worry too much, so he put it out of his mind and went on with his wonderful time.
Harry went back to Savannah and this time went to the West Coast and saw some dolphins in the water and filmed them. And he filmed some of those big, black sharks attacking some sea otters which was savage and fierce. Then he filmed big red and blue birds in a marshy area that looked rather majestic. And more fishes, different ones and more of that grass that came alive and some pink and lavender sea horses. He made seven shows and then moved on to the East Coast and then the Northern Coast each time making seven shows and taking a break to head home between coast to do some weeding, or help with the harvest.
“Where the hell have you been lately, Harry, every time I call your house I get the same message,” his mother Kate complained as they picked tomatoes. Harry shrugged.
“That’s because I’ve been doing the same thing, I’m exploring Savannah and it’s a big continent and its going to take a while to do it,” he informed her. She frowned.
“You’re not running off and hiding from life are you because that’s the worst thing you can do,” she said and he sighed.
“No I’m not off hiding, in fact, I’m filming a travel show for the TV station,” he told her and everyone looked surprised.
“You’re filming a travel show, that’s fantastic, Mouse, when’s it on, I haven’t seen it,” Barb gushed. Harry shrugged.
“You’ll have to ask DJ or Steve, they run the station not me,” he said and they all looked at the two men