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First Time Home Buyer
« on: 04. March 2022, 06:37:23 AM »
Part 1.

I was in the market for a house.  It seemed like a strange concept to someone who’s most valuable asset before was a worn out truck worth maybe $6,000.  But I had been saving up over the past 4 years and had about $40.000 in the bank and I was ready to spend it.  If it was what I wanted.  And with first time home owner programs I knew I could buy a house.   I did not really have any idea exactly what this meant, I just knew that I had been renting an apartment for years.  And I knew that financially this made no sense if I wanted to stay put for a few years.  And I did.  I was happy where I was and with what I was doing.  And while I loved my parents, they were not a good source for advice on long term financial stability.  If it had not been for a full financial scholarship in undergrad, and student loans for grad school, I would not be in the market for a home in the neighborhoods I was looking.  As the agent showed me homes, I thought surely they won’t loan me this much money.  But they were, I had been pre-approved for more than I would willingly ever agree to sign my name to.  The real estate agent kept showing me these homes that were much more than I wanted to commit to.  After I told the agent I thought that we were spinning our wheels, she said we could go look at a new development that was going up.  They were super nice and super modern.  Once we pulled in the development I was already out.  They were 1,200-1,600’ houses in shoebox size lots.  I politely told her this was not for me.  I told her again, I was looking for a 2-3 bedroom house on an acre or two on the edge or outside of town.  She said she just didn’t know of anything that met my criteria and would take me back to my truck.  As we drove back, we went through a nice neighborhood.  And there was a for sell by owner sign in the yard of one of them.  As we had driven by I fell in love with what I saw  As we backed up I liked it even more.  It had a large U shaped front with a courtyard.  In the courtyard there was a fountain, and in front there was an oriental themed privacy fence, posts and a covered area.  I fell in love with it, but I knew I couldn’t afford it.  The home beside it was a McMansion, a three story home with a pool in back.  Surely they wouldn’t let me buy and live in this house.  And the real estate agent said this was a for sale by owner, so it was probably better to keep looking.  But this house, I really wanted it. 

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #1 on: 05. March 2022, 02:28:10 AM »
Thith thtowy hath a lot of potential- maybe a dentitht ow owthodontitht ownth the houthe? I’m intewethed in what happenth netht! Mowe pleathe!

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #2 on: 05. March 2022, 04:38:22 AM »
I'm really enjoying all of your stories.

I do have a bit of advice for you. Don't have too many stories going at one time. Try and focus on one or two stories and complete them, then start more.
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If you find that you have a good idea for another story, start writing it in a file somewhere and work on it that way. There are a lot of stories on the internet that start out good, then disappear because of lack of interest in it, or because they became too involved in something else. I have a file that I keep my story ideas and older incomplete stories in.

There are many good on-line places to do that, some of which are Dropbox, Google Drive, Google Docs, OneDrive(Microsoft), etc.

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #3 on: 06. March 2022, 04:43:54 AM »
Why don’t you just go ahead and finish this one up, you know how it should go.

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #4 on: 06. March 2022, 06:17:39 AM »
I'm really enjoying all of your stories.

I do have a bit of advice for you. Don't have too many stories going at one time. Try and focus on one or two stories and complete them, then start more.
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If you find that you have a good idea for another story, start writing it in a file somewhere and work on it that way. There are a lot of stories on the internet that start out good, then disappear because of lack of interest in it, or because they became too involved in something else. I have a file that I keep my story ideas and older incomplete stories in.

There are many good on-line places to do that, some of which are Dropbox, Google Drive, Google Docs, OneDrive(Microsoft), etc.

some people just want to write without your unwanted ‘advice’ butting in every single post, lol

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #5 on: 06. March 2022, 06:48:35 AM »
I realize that I have been a bit excessive in my advice lately. Thank you for pointing it out to me. I will try to do better in the future.

I really have been enjoying all the new stories lately.

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #6 on: 06. March 2022, 15:50:38 PM »
I for one enjoy having several different stories to read. I appreciate your efforts as well as all the other writers’. I look forward to each new chapter posted. Keep up the good work!

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #7 on: 06. March 2022, 17:19:26 PM »
Well, I know what the easiest and simplest solution is.  I will let the experts handle the stories from here on out and not bother ya’ll with any more.


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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #8 on: 06. March 2022, 19:24:34 PM »
Just ignore us old people, we talk too much. I do hope you continue writing. Your stuff is good.

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #9 on: 07. March 2022, 05:37:54 AM »
Well, I know what the easiest and simplest solution is.  I will let the experts handle the stories from here on out and not bother ya’ll with any more.

don’t let a bunch of people with nothing better to do but endlessly harangue people over braces fiction get you down
just ignore them

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« Reply #10 on: 07. March 2022, 07:59:03 AM »
Fact; I have too thin a skin sometimes.

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #11 on: 08. March 2022, 04:29:52 AM »
Honestly, I admire how you are able to keep track of all of your thoughts and details on all of your stories. I know I for one I couldn't do that!

Ultimately you should just do what makes you happy and comfortable with your writing, especially since you are able to keep everything straight, put effort into all of them, and enjoy crafting your stories

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Re: First Time Home Buyer
« Reply #12 on: 09. March 2022, 12:24:32 PM »
Honestly, I admire how you are able to keep track of all of your thoughts and details on all of your stories. I know I for one I couldn't do that!
I certainly can't.  But @mr_90proof, my 'Ideas Reservoir' on my laptop has 95 ideas in queue as of today.  Some are ideas for a scene, while others for a long story.

I used to leave a lot of stories 90% done because I wanted to move on to another one, and would not post it.  Then, when I finally finished it and started posting the story, I found people were commenting on it like I was in the process of writing it.  I really appreciate the comments, and especially right after I have written the story.  That was when I regretted leaving it so long before posting it.  I don't think there is any correct way to do it.  Just have fun and I, for one, certainly enjoy reading what you share with us, whenever you do so.

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« Reply #13 on: 11. March 2022, 05:09:48 AM »
Part 2.

To make a long boring story a short boring story, I made an offer on the house.  i didn’t low ball them, but offered less than asking price.  They wouldn’t budge on price; the only concession was they would cover closing costs.  We shook hands and agreed on it.  Assuming the inspection and appraisal came back ok, I had just bought a house.  The appraisal came back slightly above the asking price, and the inspection was clean.  About a month later I was sitting in an office with a broker, agent, and notary signing a mountain of paperwork.  I had keys to my own home.  It took me about two weeks longer to get moved in.  I did it by myself, in the evenings and on the weekends. It was about a 3 hour round trip from my apartment to my house, so even having borrowed a small enclosed trailer from a friend it still took me more trips and more time than I wanted.  But I finally finished.  I cleaned up my old apartment and handed them the keys.  I did get my security deposit back, which I immediately spent on the way home on a new large flat screen TV.  And I was broke.  My bank account had shrunk from around $40k to just a few thousand with the stroke of a pen.  But I was now a homeowner.

Once I got settled in, I went and introduced myself to my new neighbors.  I already knew, or knew of at least, one of my “backdoor” neighbors, they were one of my best friends inlaws.  My other “backdoor” neighbor was an older middle-aged couple.  Their kids were both grown and lived away, but they visited often so they said don’t be alarmed if you see some unusual vehicles in the cul de sac from time to time.  They were nice; I liked them and they seemed to like me.  Over the next couple of year’s I would find out he had a source for some fine moonshine.  And after his dog got bitten by a snake, he went on a crusade against them; if I heard a .22 shot from out back it was just one more dead snake, nothing to worry about.

My neighbor across the street was a retired professor and his wife.  In his retirement, he had started making pottery, and sold a good bit of it.  Unfortunately both of our mailboxes are directly across the street from his driveway, and some of his customers aren’t good at backing up.  The good news is I have gotten really good at putting up new mailboxes.  I have a spare post and mailbox in the garage now. 

My “side” neighbor, the owner of the McMansion, didn’t live there anymore.  He had a lake mansion about an hour away and he kept the house beside me, I think, just so he could send his grown kids there when they wanted to have a weekend pool party and not bother him.  I had met him at a banquet before I had even realized we would one day be neighbors.  He owned a string of fast food restaurants and had done very well financially.  Well enough that he owned the largest house in the neighborhood and kept it just so he could get his kids out of his hair some weekends.

My other neighbor was a lawyer in town when I moved in.  A few years later he was elected judge.  He was nice enough, but we weren’t buddies.  I had only been to his house once, when I went to introduce myself.  We would say hello to each other in passing from time to time.  But he did have a basement and a storm cellar.  And that is where this story really starts. 

Several years after I had been in my home, there was forecasted to be a massive line of destructive storms moving through the next day.  The torcon index was incredibly high, starting early in the week at a 7.  By the morning of the storms they had elevated it to a 10/10.  It was the first time in history that the weather channel had ever done that; and still now years later they have only done it one other time.  It was not a question of whether there would be tornadoes.  And unfortunately they would turn out to be right.  It was a question of where and how destructive they would be, not if they were coming.

The morning of the storms, I woke up to thunder and lightning at daylight.  But it was fast moving and was gone by the time I had gotten dressed and ready.  This was just the first line though, the bad stuff was supposed to be arriving in the afternoon.  I had an appointment at an account about an hour away, so I jumped in my truck and headed that way.  As I pulled into town, I had already noticed several interstate signs down, and after I made it into downtown I noticed treelimbs and powerlines down.  The thunderstorm that had gone over me had turned into a small brief F1 tornado.  I pulled up to my account and briefly met with the owner.  The power was out, we would have to do this another day.  I had one more appointment later in the day, about another hour down the road.  As I got into my truck a voice in the back of my head was screaming “don’t go, go home!”.  Normally I would ignore such a voice, work won’t do itself.  But this voice was loud and insistent.  So I picked up my phone and called the account and asked if they minded, on account of the weather, if we rescheduled.  They said that would be fine, they were watching the weather too and were considering sending their employees home.  So I got in my truck and headed home.  I stopped on the way home and picked up some steaks and a case of beer.  If I was going to blow away I might as well blow away happy.  As soon as I got home I turned on the TV and found the local channel with the best weatherman.  They were showing the doppler radar of a large powerful storm approaching the town I had just cancelled my appointment at.  If I hadn’t listened to the voice in my head, I would have arrived just before the storm got there.  As it got even closer, they switched to a tower cam that showed the big, black angry cone approaching from the SW.  It was terrifying to watch it get closer and closer, and then it went black as the storm knocked it out.  My mouth was hanging wide open.   It was only noon.  This was going to be a long day.  And night.

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« Reply #14 on: 11. March 2022, 05:57:16 AM »
Note: I have changed names, but they are actually real places.  And much of this story is true.

Part 3.

For the next several hours I was glued to the TV.  All channels were all weather all the time.  The bad storms were starting to fire up in the state west of us.  And they were heading our way at 40-50 miles per hour.  I text a friend in town who was a firefighter and located adjacent to the EMS office.  I asked him what he was doing.  He said he was off officially, but they were all on call just in case.  And he was next door to me.  He had his wife and two kids with him.  If it got bad he would have to go respond, but he knew my judge neighbor, and he invited them over just in case.  They had a storm cellar and a basement.  He told me to come on up the hill.  For the next hour we hung out.  I drank a couple of beers.  We shot the basketball some.  We had a weather radio and TV outside. 

Around 4 oclock a storm fired up on the state line.  It wasn’t headed for us, but it was headed for the city an hour south of us.  Westal is the largest city in this part of the state, where I am originally from, and a number of people in my adopted little town work there or have friends and family that live there.  One of those people was my neighbor’s daughter.  They frantically called her and told her to get out of there; get in her car right then and come home.  Less than an hour later her Camry pulled into their driveway.  Her parents rushed over to her and hugged her. 

Over the past hour it became clear that this storm was on a collision course with a lot of people.  And it was big and powerful and getting stronger.  Despite all that was going on, I couldn’t help but notice her.  She was blond and while short had an athletic build and appeared to be maybe just a few years younger than me.  She was adorable.  I had gathered that she was done with school and lived and worked in Westal.  As we all huddled around the TV watching radar, I slid over beside her.  I told her “if you are wondering why there is a stranger standing in your parent’s carport, I’m your parents next door neighbor.  I am Robert, and it is a pleasure to meet you, even if under such horrible circumstances”.  She turned to me and stuck out her hand and said “I’m Brittany!  Nice to meet you” and smiled.  She had an adorable smile, covered in metal braces with pink powerchains and a pink elastic in each corner of her mouth.

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Part 4.

Everyone was in shock.  It had been 30 years or more since there had been an outbreak of deadly storms like this.  And there had not been live cameras, wall to wall media and internet to follow it all.  It was overwhelming.  There were so many storms, all marching from the SW.  And several were monsters, F4 and F5 storms.  The one we were watching live on TV was one such monster.  It was just minutes outside of town and was going to march straight through it.  Ironically, it never rained a drop where we were, and the sun was out a good bit of the time.  But others weren’t so lucky.  Just as the storm was slamming Westal, my buddy that had invited me up the hill got called out.  Two different smaller storms where in our county.  While they largely avoided the most populated areas, there were residential structures severely damaged, people trapped and hurt, and both of the two main highways coming through town were blocked by downed trees; both north and south of town.  It was all hands on deck for everyone.  I asked if he wanted me to come with him, and he said he couldn’t bring me along.  I was pacing around, feeling like I needed to do something.  The initial images coming in were heartbreaking.  It was devastation.  After it looked like the worst had passed, I thanked my neighbors for their hospitality and said I was headed to Westal.  I didn’t know what to do, but I was going to do something.  I went back home and started loading my truck.  It was no longer the old beat up $6k truck; but a new fullsize crew cab 4 wheel drive.  I threw my chainsaw, an axe and sledge hammer, a tank of gas, and a couple of tow chains and straps in the bed along with a pair of broken in work gloves.  In addition, I had a number of sleeping bags, blankets, a box of old cloths I had been meaning to take to Goodwill, flashlights and batteries in my garage.  Like more then any one person should ever have.  But I now had a use for them.   I put them all in the truck. I had a few cases of bottled water and threw those in the truck too.  Finally I grabbed the first aid kit I kept inside the house as well as the one I kept in my boat and put them into the truck as well.  I filled my truck with everything I could think that might could help and managed to get the cover closed.  I ran inside to change into some jeans and boots and came back out through my garage door.  I found Brittany standing by my truck.

She said “I know we just met, but I have a huge favor to ask.  I left home with literally the cloths I have on.  I really would like to check on my apartment, but I don’t know if I can get there in my car.  Again it is a huge favor, but could I ride with you and could we try to see if we can get to my apartment and hopefully get some cloths?”  “Of course” I answered “but I am going to go ahead and apologize for my truck being so messy.  If I had known a pretty girl was going to be riding with me I would have cleaned it up some”.  She said “thank you so much”.  Being a gentlemen I opened the passenger door and she managed to crawl up into the seat, though it was a stretch for her.

As we pulled out it had become dark.  I looked over at her and said “I hope we don’t regret this”:  On the ride we chatted in between phone calls. About 10 minutes out of town we found where one of the tornados had crossed the highway.  Someone had cut the trees enough to get one vehicle through at a time, but there were still limbs and debris in the road we had to drive over or through.  This was my first new truck, and hearing tree limbs scraping down each side of the truck made me pucker up.  What the heck I thought, there are a whole lot of people that are having much bigger problems than a few scratches on a truck.  There were a couple of houses that the storm had damaged, but they looked largely intact and there were people milling about in the glow of headlights so we pushed on. 

As we talked, I found out she was a dental assistant at a large practice in town that did both general dentistry and orthodontics.  That is where and why she had braces.  I found out she was 26.  I found out where she lived, and I crossed my fingers that she still had an apartment.  I knew it would be close.  And I found out she had a boyfriend who was in the military and currently deployed.  From my phone I found out where EMS had set up their main command post.  It was at a large park that also had a large public rec center.  This was where they were taking many of the people that were uninjured but now homeless.  The problem was it was on the south side of town, and I was coming from the north side.  And there was a path of destruction that separated us.  I came in on one of the main highways, a divided 4 lane.  Police had the road closed and were diverting traffic.  I pulled over and got out.  I talked to one of the cops and told him what I was doing and where I was trying to get.  Having grown up there I knew most all the little back roads.  He told me all the main roads were blocked or closed.  But if I knew my way around I could get there.  As I thanked him and wished him good luck, I headed to my truck.  Something seemed really odd, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  As I got back in the truck I realized what it was.  Other than headlights, flashlights, and flashing emergency lights, it was black.  I told Brittany to look out the front window and asked her what she saw.  She asked me what I was talking about.  I said “it’s pitch black as far as you can see.  There is no power.  There may be no lights to power though.”

After almost an hour I made it to my first stop, the rec center.  It should have taken 10 minutes.  But I was forced to be very creative in my route and felt like I had been around the world to get there.  It was mass pandemonium.  Flashing lights everywhere, police, fire, emts, red cross, dirty shell shocked people huddled in a basketball gym.  There was no cell service.  There was no power.  They did at least have some generators up and running and they had food for the victims.  I found someone that looked official and told them I had something to drop off.  I hauled several large boxes of sleeping bags over, followed by the cloths and blankets, then the cases of water and finally a box of a dozen or more flashlights and hundreds of batteries.  I didn’t know if I had really helped, but I was trying.  I got back in the truck.  Off to stop two, Brittany’s apartment.

I made another big loop taking surface streets and pig trails,  and approached her apartment complex.  The closer we got to the storm’s path, the more destruction could be seen.  And the more people that were just milling around outside.  Luckily her apartment had not been in the main path.  There were limbs down, a few signs leaning crooked, some trash cans, deck and patio furniture blown here and there, and I am sure a lot of missing shingles and a few broken windows.  But it was pitch black other than the glow from a few other vehicles and a few flashlights so it was really hard to tell.  But her building was here.  She directed me to her building and told me she was on the second floor.  She pointed out the corner of the building where her stairs were.  I didn’t bother looking for a parking spot.  i just drove over the curb and drove through the yard, stopping 20 or 30’ from the stairs.  As I turned off the truck, I handed her a headlamp and a flashlight.  I slipped a headlamp onto my head, pulled a flashlight off the charger and stuck it in my left pocket and then opened the console.  I pulled out a little .380 pistol and stuck it in my front right pocket.  Brittany had seen me do this and her eyes got a little big.  I told her “just in case, and I have a pistol permit “

We climbed the stairs and arrived at her door.  She took her keys out of her pocket.  When she went to unlock the door she found it was already unlocked.  She said “I must have forgotten to lock the door, I was in a panic.”  I told her just to be safe, let me take a look just to make sure.  I had a pretty bright Streamlight that lit up most of the living room.  Nobody here.  I asked Brittany just to hang here for a second. I did not pull the gun out of my pocket because I didn’t want to freak her out.  And I knew the odds of someone being in here were astronomically low.  Nonetheless I stuck my right hand in my pocket and around the grip of the pistol as I was walking away from her.  I checked kitchen and dining nook.  Nobody there.  I opened the first door in the hall and found a treadmill and some workout stuff.  But nobody.  I checked the closet just in case.  The christmas tree made my pulse jump a little when I opened the door, but no people. I saw the door to the bathroom was open and shined in there and didn’t see anything so I went to the last door, it was open too.  I found no one in her bedroom or closet.  And then my brain clicked and I thought about every horror movie.  The killer is always hiding behind the shower curtain.  I went back to the bathroom and threw back the shower curtain.  All that was there was a shower head.  I hollered out to her that it was clear.  As I turned around towards the door my light reflected off of something metallic beside the sink.  I looked at it in the light.  It was a facebow with a blue highpull headgear strap attached to one side of it.  I was looking at it when she came through the bathroom door.  She saw me looking at the headgear and screeched “Oh my God, you weren’t supposed to see that” and grabbed it up trying to hide it from view.


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Part 5.

I looked at her and thought she was truly embarrassed so I changed the subject.  “So, I make a pretty decent pack mule.  What all do you want to get?  Get me a load together and I will take it to the truck and you can get the next load ready”.  We went into her bedroom, where she laid the headgear on the dresser.  She pulled a suitcase out of the closest and laid it on her bed.  She started packing it with underwear and socks.  I asked her what hanging stuff she wanted to take, and I could go ahead and make a trip downstairs with it.  She came over and flipped through her cloths.  She grabbed over half the things in there and handed them to me.  I told her I would be right back.  When I got back, she had finished with the suitcase and was now working on a duffle bag, stuffing shoes in there.  I asked her if the suitcase was ready.  She said not quite yet.  She had to get some things out of the bathroom and put a toiletries bag in there too.  She said to hold on, she was almost done with the duffle.  She shoved one more pair of shoes in there, zipped it up, and handed it to me.  I hauled it downstairs and came back a minute or two later.  She was zipping up the suitcase when I came back in.  I looked over at the dresser and noticed the headgear was gone.  I suspected she had waited for me to leave and then hidden it in her suitcase.  I took the suitcase and asked her if she needed anything else?  Paperwork, documents, etc.  She went into the kitchen and opened a drawer, withdrew a couple folders and a an envelope.  She looked at me and said she thought this was everything she needed for a few days.  She said she would be staying with her parents until they got the power back on.

Once we were back in the truck, I had to snake around again to get back north of the storm path.  We didn’t talk much.  We were both looking at the damage we could see in the glow of the lights.  It was somber.  Having been through a hurricane before, I knew that the damage would look even worse in the morning when daylight came.  We made our way around town and across the river where power was on and there was no damage.  I was down to about a 1/4 tank of gas so I pulled into a gas station.  Brittany sat in the truck while I pumped gas.  Once I was done, I opened the door and asked Brittany if she needed anything.  She said she didn’t.  I told her I would be right back.  I came back with a bag and handed it to Brittany as I climbed in.  I said “I know you said you didn’t want anything, but I got a few drinks if you want one.  I don’t really know what you like but there is water, Gatorade and a coke in there.”  She looked over and said “that is sweet, thank you.  And thank you for helping me.  You are a lifesaver.  I owe you for sure”.  I replied “no, thank you.  I appreciate you coming with me.  And I apologize if I embarrassed you in your apartment.”  She shook her head and said “no, you didn’t do anything.  It is just so embarrassing, I am 26 years old and have headgear”.  I asked her “how much do you have to wear it”.  She answered I am supposed to wear it 12 hours a day, but it is hard.” She looked at the clocked which read 11:17 and said “I am definitely not getting it tonight.”  I told her “why don’t you put it on now?  We have an hour till we get home; nobody will see you, and I already have seen it”.  She said “i might die of embarrassment.”  I pulled over and looked at her “if you need to put it on, will you please do it?  You said you owed me.  Put it on; maybe it will keep you from getting in trouble with your orthodontist.”  She looked at me and said “I can’t believe I am about to do this.  Please don’t be mean, and please don’t tell anyone”.  I swore an oath to secrecy. 

She got out of the truck and opened the back door where her suitcase was, unzipped it, and pulled out a plastic pouch.  She kept it in her hand, zipped her suitcase back up and closed the back door.  With only one hand, she had a little trouble getting in the truck.  I stuck my hand out and asked her to hand it to me.  She did, and was able to climb up into the passenger seat.  Once she was back in the seat and had her seatbelt buckled I handed it back to her.  She took it and said “i can’t believe I am about to do this” for the second time in the last few moments. She unzipped the pouch and pulled the facebow out.  She placed the prongs in her mouth and by feel she managed to get them into the bucal tubes on her molar bands.  She then placed the blue straps over her head and hooked the facebow to the next to last hole on the white plastic modules.  I looked at her and thought she might be the sexiest thing I had ever seen.  I then said “nope, headgear doesn’t do it.  You are still absolutely gorgeous”. She smiled and said “thank you, but you are just saying that”.  I assured her I was not, and pulled back out onto the highway.

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« Reply #17 on: 11. March 2022, 17:30:37 PM »
Great job so far!

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« Reply #18 on: 11. March 2022, 17:31:29 PM »
great story, I'm loving this :) good job!

And I'd be interested to know which bits are true or based on truth...!

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« Reply #19 on: 12. March 2022, 00:30:12 AM »
What a wonderful story - you have me on the edge of my seat!

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Gweat thtowy, vewy entewtaining! Can’t wait fow mowe!

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Part 6.

As we drove back home both of our phones lit up with phone calls and texts.  People all over were checking on their friends and family to see if they were safe.  I had coworkers and colleagues from all over the country checking on me.  The national news was covering this historic event, and even people that usually ignored the weather knew something was going on.  I assured everyone that I was ok; but that it was bad, very bad.  There were already reports of multiple deaths and numerous injuries all through the region.  I was preoccupied with driving and with my own texts and calls, but I was aware that Brittany was dealing with the same in the seat beside me. 

Between Westal and home there was a dead area that lasted about 15 minutes.  For once, it was a relief to not have cell service.  Neither one of us had spoken to each other since I had pulled back onto the highway.  We had both been too inundated with messages and texts once we had gotten back into service.  The whole time we had been in the storm zone, neither of us had service, cell towers were gone, and people were worried about us.  We answered texts and voicemails until we hit the dead zone.  Once the phones went quiet I just stared through the windshield and tried to process everything that had happened.  I was already planning on returning in the morning; my friend had organized a crew to clear downed trees and of course I had agreed.  That was one of the calls I had returned.  He was going to bring a trailer to haul off off tree trunks, and another guy in the hastily assembled crew had a winch.   There were little self assembled groups like this forming all over the area that night I would find out in the coming days.  As I thought about what I had seen, and what I thought I would see in the daylight the following morning I heard Brittany say “It’s bad isn’t it?”  I had been self absorbed in my thoughts and what was to come; this broke me out of my daze.  I looked at her with sadness and said “yes, it is bad”.  No one knows how to react in a state of shock; and I didn’t even really think about it, but I reached over and grabbed her hand.  Maybe it was to try to provide her with a little reassurance, maybe it was to provide me with a little reassurance. 

After a few minutes I asked her if everyone she knew was ok.  She said so far everyone she had heard from was ok, but she was still worried about a few people.  I instinctively squeezed her hand and told her I was sure they were ok.  I thought about all the people I had grown up with, the people you knew but didn’t keep in contact with, and hoped they were all safe as well.

As we reached the outskirts of our little town, I asked her about her job and if she had to go to work in the morning.  I already knew the answer, we were in a war zone of sorts, but it just seemed like a safe question to ask.  Even if it was stupid and I knew the answer.  She said she didn’t know.  I told her if she had to go in to let me know and I could take her to work.  Maybe I subconsciously was using this as a pretext to get her number, because then I suggested we exchange phone numbers.  She asked me my phone number, punched it into her phone, and hit ‘dial’.  My phone sounded off, and I shut it off.  As I drove, I went ahead and saved her as a contact.

Once I got back in my neighborhood I drove past my driveway and instead I pulled into her parent’s driveway.  I pulled my truck up as close to their carport door as I could and turned the truck off.  It was not far from midnight.  I looked over at Brittany and again realized how incredibly pretty she was.  And she was wearing headgear.  I told her I would help her get her stuff inside.  I hoped she wouldn’t notice what was going on at the front of my pants; I also hoped she would.

However her parents where waiting up and came out the carport door not much longer after I thought this.  I definitely didn’t want them to notice my situation.  I tried to think of naked Betty White and Fat Bastard from Austin Powers.  I got out of my truck as Brittany’s parents came around the front bumper and both gave her a hug.  They were asking her if she was ok, if her apartment was ok, if everyone she knew was ok.  She was doing her best to answer their questions.  I was just kicking rocks, waiting for them to be done.  After they were sure that their daughter was ok, her dad came over and thanked me for what I had done.  I told him it was my pleasure; and I asked where I needed to unload the cloths in the back seat of my truck.  He said just to place them inside the door.  I grabbed the hanging cloths, her dad grabbed the duffle bag, and Brittany grabbed her suitcase.  After depositing it all in the mudroom inside the door, dad thanked me again.  Brittany came over to me and gave me a hug.  She said “again, thank you. Will you text me in the morning before you leave?”  I assured her I would, and got back in the truck.  I backed my truck down their driveway, into the street; and pulled back into my drive.

When I got inside I turned on the weather channel.  I needed to sleep.  It was midnight and I had set my phone alarm for 6 am.  But I couldn’t sleep.  The images on the weather channel were captivating and horrifying at the same time.  As I sat down on the couch and watched the TV most of my brain thought about what a horrible evening and night it had been.  But another smaller part of my brain thought about Brittany.  She was so pretty, and it was so adorable how she had gotten embarrassed about me seeing her headgear, and how hot she had been when she had put it on.  I also thought how, in a normal situation, I would have crawled through broken glass to get a closer look at her.  But tonight, even as adorable as she had been, my focus was definitely elsewhere.  And with that thought, the weather channel sucked me back in.  I did not want to see what was on the screen, but neither could I turn away.  Finally around 3 am I knew I had to go to sleep; my 6 am alarm was going to be coming very soon.




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This is quite the adventure.  I'm really enjoying it.

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Part 7.

I reached over and slapped the buzzing noise. The alarm had come completely too soon.  And normally I would have hit the snooze button.  But upon waking I realized what the situation was.  I walked down my hall and grabbed a red bull from the fridge.  With a little caffeine in me, I put on some fresh socks and the same jeans from the evening before.  I threw a stained shirt on and headed to my truck.  Before I pulled out of the driveway, I text Brittany “i am about to head to Westal, let me know if you need me to check on anything for you”.  I looked at my phone for a few minutes, hoping I got a reply. When I didn’t, I pulled out of the drive.

When I got back into service I had several texts pop up.  One was from Brian, which confirmed which apartment complex we were meeting at.  Another was from Brittany; “I am sorry I overslept, thank you for everything”.  I sent her back a short reply while I drove “no thank you, I will be back sometime tonight”.

Once I got to the rendezvous spot we got a game plan.  We split time between running the chainsaws, and loading logs on the trailer.  Once we had a load, we would pull it over and dump all the logs in a pile clear of everything.  We spent the next several hours cutting and hauling trees that had fallen in and around this apartment complex.  We didn’t attempt to cut the trees that were laying on or across the building.  We just were trying to clear the parking lot out.  There were so many trees.  And so many wrecked vehicles flattened by trees.  At one point we noticed a big scene in a field across the street from us.  There were multiple police and fire vehicles that converged.  I did not know it at the time, but they had found a body.  There were so many incongruent sights and emotions in this new waste land.  People that were glad to be alive.  People that were angry that so much had been destroyed and wanted to take it out on whoever was in front of them.  One man was just grateful that, as bad as things were, his baby tomato plants that he had in pots on his back patio had weathered the storm.

Around noon it had already been a long day.  I had to take a break.  Everyone in our little band was tired emotionally and physically.  I told the rest of them I was going to take a break and go look at a subdivision that I knew had been hammered by the storm.  I had already seen images on the TV.  And I knew it was bad.  But this was a subdivision where I had friends growing up and they had a lake where I had grown up fishing.

As I walked down the street with a chainsaw in my hand and sorrow in my heart, I saw the destruction was overwhelming.  Trees were snapped off like twigs.  The trunks that were left were devoid of bark, scraped clean by the wind.  It was so overwhelming, there was a feeling of helplessness.  Where do you even start?  I thought to myself something that had been told to me long again.  How do you eat an elephant?  One bite at a time.

Most houses were empty wrecks.  But as I approached one heavily damaged house there were about 20 college aged guys going through the debris. I stopped and asked if I could help.  I now, 10 years later, wish I had not stopped.  The guy I spoke with said they were looking for a dress.  I cocked my head and looked at him like he was from mars.  He said they were looking for a dress.  He then explained the girl living in the house, a college sophomore, had been killed.  She had been the girlfriend of one of the guys on the baseball team.  That was who was digging through the wreckage.  In the parents grief that had asked him to please find her favorite dress so she could be buried in it.

In normal times, like now as I sit here typing with tears on my face, it would have seemed bizarre.  But at the time, the shock and magnitude of what was happening seemed to mute emotional reactions.  After about an hour, I found out someone had found the dress.   Despite being numb, this was about all I could handle.  I lugged myself and my chainsaw back to my truck and cried.


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Part 8.

After I composed myself I drove back over to the apartment complex where we had been working earlier.  Cell phone service was still nonexistent in much of the city so you couldn’t just call or text someone to find out where they were.  I got back over there just to find “my crew” gone.  I was exhausted physically and emotionally and ready to go home. 

As soon as I walked in the door I went straight to the kitchen.  I dumped my keys, wallet, phone and pocket knife on the counter and opened the cabinet above the stove.  Normally I did not drink straight liquor.  But this was not normal.  I got a tervis tumbler and filled it half full with ice.  I filled the rest with dewar’s scotch.  I took my drink into the living room.   I just sat there and drank, trying to decompress.  I polished off that first glass alarmingly fast.  I decided I needed a refill.  When I walked into the kitchen, out of habit, I checked my phone for messages.  I saw Brittany had sent me one about 15 minutes earlier.

B:  I saw you pull in; can I please bring you a plate of food for supper?  I don’t know what you like, but I have meatloaf, green beans and mashed potatoes.

Me: Sorry, I laid my phone down in the kitchen.  I would love a plate of food.  Thank you, it is really sweet of you.

B:  Wonderful.  And I have a friend that came up here to stay with me.  I hate to invite us over, but would you mind if we both come? 

Me: Of course not.  The more the merrier.  Do you want me to come and pick you up?

B: No silly, we can walk.  We will be over in a minute.

I poured myself another drink and then I realized what a wreck I was.  I was nasty; covered in mud, grime, sweat, saw dust and even a little blood from assorted knicks and scrapes.  I really wished I had taken a shower, but I didn’t have time.  They would be here in a minute, so I figured I would just go with it.  The door bell rang.  I sat my drink down on the coffee table and went to great my guests.  As I opened the door the first thing I noticed was the headgear.  Brittany was wearing her headgear.  She was so hot.  She was wearing short grey workout shorts that showed off her muscular tanned legs and a pink tank top that accentuated how fit she was. I welcomed them to my home and invited them in.  I showed them into the kitchen.  After Brittany sat the food down, she introduced me to her friend, Haley.  Haley was really attractive too.  A little taller and slimmer than Brittany, she had sandy blond hair a little darker than Brittany’s and really pretty blue eyes.  She was wearing short pink shorts and a grey form fitting long sleeve grey top.   She looked very familiar, but I couldn’t place her.  One thing I did notice, to my disappointment, was that she had pearly white teeth.  No sign of any orthodontic accessories in her mouth.  After we had made our introductions, I asked them if they wanted a drink.  I showed them the options; beer and soft drinks, lemonade and punch, a decent selection of liquors, and a couple of racks of wine in the cabinet above the microwave.  I then told them to help themselves and make themselves at home.  I needed a quick shower, explaining I was feeling a little self conscious being such a dirty wreck in front of them.

I took one of the quickest showers of my life and returned wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops.  As I came into the kitchen I found that the girls had each made themselves a drink.  And to my disappointment Brittany had removed her headgear.  I asked if they would think me a neanderthal if I ate in the den.

After I sat down I again thanked the girls, it looked delish and I was famished.  Before I dug in I flipped on the TV and handed the remote to Haley.  I told them they could drive, and I began eating.  Actually I devoured the plate in record time.  It was the first food I had eaten that day.  As I ate, the girls chatted.  Just as I was getting close to finishing my plate, Haley asked me about my day, about what I’d seen.  I politely told her I would tell them all about it once I finished eating; but I might need another drink.  And then I thought about the girl and her dress and tears welled up in my eyes.  I excused myself before I embarrassed myself in front of them.

Haley was right behind me.  She grabbed my hand and stopped me.  She apologized, she said shouldn’t have asked that.  I turned towards her.  It is funny how the brain works.  It was at that moment I realized why she looked familiar.

I turned and asked “Haley Peters?  You went to Central?”  She said “yep, that was me.  I wondered if you recognized me, or even remembered me”. I replied “of course, I am just a little slow on the uptake sometimes.  It is great to see you again”.  I noticed Brittany was standing off to the side and I looked at her “I went to County and was a senior when Haley was a sophomore at Central.  I guess you could say we ran in different circles, but they overlapped a lot socially.  So we kind of know each other”.  Haley looked at me and smiled “I guess that is a way to explain it.  You certainly overlapped with a few of the older girls in my circle..: Stacy, Joni, Joanne, you took Lindsey to spring formal.”  I was not sure whether to feel proud or ashamed.  I simply held up my hands and said “what can I say, I was young and in love… everyday”.  i was glad they both laughed, it seemed we had broken the ice.  When Brittany laughed I couldn’t help but notice the pink elastics in each corner of her mouth.  I suggested we refill our drinks and go out on the back deck.  It was a very nice spring evening, and the deck was one of my happy places.  My mood had changed since the girls had arrived.  Instead of another quadruple scotch, I got a budlight.  The girls each refreshed their drinks.  I noticed that Haley was very generous with her pour, there was more vodka than tropical punch in her glass.  We went out on the deck.  All along the rail of the deck I had a bench type seat and angled backrest integrated into it.  I sat near where the two sides cornered, and the girls sat on the opposite corner.

I told them “First, thank you again for supper.  And second, thank you for coming over.  You don’t know how much it has brightened my day.”  Haley responded “thank you for having us.  And if you don’t want to talk about today I understand”. Brit added “and I want to thank you for getting me out of my house; it has only been one day and I am afraid me and my parents may be at each others throats soon.  I have been an independent woman for years, and they still treat me like I am in high school”.

I realized that for the last few minutes I had focused most of my attention on Haley.  But I certainly had not forgotten about Brittany and her adorable smile.  While trying not to be obvious or creepy, I was sneaking glances, hoping to get another look.  So I looked at her and said “first though, why don’t you tell me about your day”. They explained they were both off work for the foreseeable future, at least until they got power back on at their office.  Haley explained that her parents had retired and moved to the beach, and she didn’t want to stay in her apartment in the dark, so Brittany had invited her to stay with her.  I told them that was great, that friends needed to look out for each other, especially right now.  I explained that I had two guests bedrooms upstairs.  And while the furnishings were spartan, one bedroom had a bed, the other had a fold out futon.  I told them that if they had any friends needing a place to stay they were available.  I looked at Brittany and added that if she needed to get away from her parents for a night or two she was obviously welcome to stay up there too.  I extended the same offer to Haley.  I also thought they would be very welcome in the bed in the master bedroom, with me, but I knew that was better left unsaid.

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« Reply #25 on: 19. March 2022, 21:38:55 PM »
Haha- yeth indeed, thome thingth awe bettew left unthaid - ain’t that the twuth! Love thith thtowy, looking fowawd fow mowe!

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« Reply #26 on: 20. March 2022, 03:12:31 AM »
I like how you have a different storyline than a lot of what has been posted in the past. It is also different than the way your other stories have been written. Keep going.

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« Reply #27 on: 20. March 2022, 05:48:46 AM »
This one is pretty personal.  It seemed like a good idea, and I regret now I started it.  It has been very hard to write.  But it is a good story.  I had planned to post this link after I finished the story.  I thought about her today when I responded to a private message.  I remembered her name as Lauren in my mind, but I had the spelling wrong. I googled this afterwards, though I don’t know why.  It still makes me cry.  And this will out my location though I have put it in the story (West AL).

https://dereferer.me/?https://www.google.com/amp/s/whnt.com/news/the-white-dress/amp/

This is the girl in the field; though at the time I didn’t know it was a girl.  This is the body the first responders converged on early the next morning in my story.

https://dereferer.me/?https://www.google.com/amp/s/www.spokesman.com/stories/2012/jan/08/tragedy-not-forgotten/%3famp-content=amp



I shouldn’t post this now.  But I am.  And I will continue this story.  I like how this story goes.




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« Reply #28 on: 20. March 2022, 14:45:44 PM »
After my accident, one of the things the therapists recommended was to write stories.

As writers, we do find that we put ourselves into our stories to some extent, whether it is as a character or something that we have done or would like to do. Sometimes writing about it helps to get beyond what has happened.

No matter why you are writing the story, It is well written and I know that I have been enjoying your stories.

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« Reply #29 on: 20. March 2022, 20:56:13 PM »
Yeth, I altho enjoy youw’e thtowies. Thank you tho much fow thhawing them with uth!

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« Reply #30 on: 21. March 2022, 04:08:22 AM »
Hopefully this isn’t over the line.

Part 9.

I took a big gulp of my beer and told the girls about my day.  I thought I would be able to get through it just fine. I told them about all the downed trees, all the damaged and demolished structures, all the work that was still to be done.  I explained that for the first half of the day we had just tried to clear areas so people could get around.  There were people all over the city and the state doing the same.  I then told them how around lunch we took a little break and I went wandering around.  I told them how I went to Forest Lake.  But as I got to the part about the girl and the dress I felt the tears coming.  Despite willing myself not to, I starting bawling like a baby for the second time that day.

Haley was almost immediately by my side, hugging me and telling me it was ok.  She was rubbing her hand on my chest, and despite my little meltdown I realized how good it felt.  As I got myself under control Brittany returned with some tissue and sat down on my other side of me, embracing me as well.  After a few minutes I had regained my composure.  I told them how sorry I was.  And how embarrassed I was.  Brittany told me to quit that, it was completely understandable.  Haley told me it was sweet.  Brittany moved back to where she had been sitting.  But Haley stayed by my side, holding my hand.  Then she asked a question that knocked me sideways.

Haley looked at me and asked “so, what do you think about braces?”  Oh shit.  I asked her “what do you mean?”  She replied “I have seen you looking at Brittany’s mouth all night.  Do you find them that hideous?”  Oh shit.  I thought for a moment about how to extricate myself from this situation.  I looked at her, then to Brittany, and then back at Haley and told her “no, they are not hideous at all.  They are adorable”.  I hoped one of them would steer the conversation elsewhere, but the silence was deafening.  Maybe it was the alcohol, but I decided I would try to explain it a little better.  “I don’t really understand it, but I think braces accentuate how pretty a girl is.  Maybe it is because I know they are a pain and I want to hold them and tell them it will be ok.  Maybe it is because they are just a little unusual on adults.  Maybe it is because while they are generally considered “ugly”, it shows that the person wearing them is improving themselves, despite the pain and inconvenience.  And to me that is sexy.  Or maybe it is something else I don’t even understand.  And I know it is weird.  But no, I don’t think they are hideous.  Not at all”.  There was still silence, so I tried some further explanation.  “You know how some guys like blondes, some have an extra attraction to big boobs, some like a ghetto booty while others don’t?  Well it is kinda like that.  Or do you know how some girls like a guy with a beard?  That seems strange to me, it is just some whiskers.  But nonetheless some find a beard an added attraction.”  Haley looked at me and rubbed the whiskers on my chin “I kind of understand what you are saying.”  I mentally exhaled; maybe I hadn’t completely butchered this.  Haley then surprised me with her second question.

She looked at me and asked “what would you think if I had braces?”  I looked at her and answered honestly “you would be beautiful.  You are beautiful now.  If you had braces you would be beautiful with braces”.  Then I thought back to high school and asked her “didn’t you have braces in high school?  And your smile now is gorgeous”.  Her reply surprised me.  She told me “yes, I had braces from 8th grade to the summer between 10th and 11th grade.  I even had headgear like Britt.  And it fixed my teeth and gave me a pretty smile.  But they didn’t address my narrow arches.  And they pulled everything back so far, that now I have a little trouble breathing through my nose.  I am getting braces sometime in the future.  And I am so nervous and scared.  I am worried what people will think and how I will look.  The idea of navigating my 30s in braces scares me.  Which is ridiculous since I work in a dentist and orthodontic office.  But it doesn’t change how I feel.  Britt makes fun of me, telling me I’m a chicken and how it isn’t that big a deal”.  Brittany chimed in “it isn’t that bad.  Now the headgear, the headgear sucks and is embarrassing.  But braces are not the end of the world”.  I looked at Brittany, who was smiling and displaying her braces to Haley.  And to me.  This was not going at all how I had feared things would go.

Haley stood up and looked at Britt.  She asked “Britt, would you walk with me back to your house.  I need to get something.”  I asked her, despite the fact I could see her parents back door from where I sat, if they needed an escort.  Just in case they encountered a bear or something.  She laughed, and said no.  Just stay here.  She promised they would be back in a minute.  As I watched them walk down the steps of the deck and across the lawn, I replayed what had just happened.  Did I screw up?  Did I chase them away?  I didn’t think so, even if it did seem a little strange that they both had just gotten up and left.  I went inside to get another beer. As I walked to the fridge, I saw Brittany’s headgear laying on the counter beside the bottle of vodka.  I thought that whether I scared them off or not, she would surely need that back.  I got my beer and went back out on the deck.  After a few minutes, I saw the pair emerge from the house next door.  I breathed a little sigh of relief.  They were coming back. 

Once they got back, Haley asked if we could go inside.  She wanted to show me something.  We went back in the kitchen.  Once there, Brittany topped off both the girls drinks.  She took a couple of straws out of her pocket and put one in each drink.  She then put her headgear on.  Oh my, I thought, how could the worst day ever become the best day ever so quickly?  Haley was observant and I knew she couldn’t miss that my attention was riveted on Brittany.  But I just could not help myself, it was like the pull of gravity.  Once Brittany got her headgear on, Haley grabbed me and physically turned me around towards her.  She said she wanted to show me something.   She cautioned that it was embarrassing and she felt self conscious by it.  She then pulled a plastic retainer case out of her purse.  Haley said “you know how I told you I was getting braces?  I actually am in treatment now.  I am supposed to be wearing these 24/7 except when I eat.  But my lisp is so bad, I was embarrassed to wear them over here.  You probably didn’t even realize it, but I had a crush on you in high school.  I didn’t want to see you for the first time in 15 years lisping like Daffy Duck.”  She then took two acrylic and metal expanders out of the box.   “I am supposed to wear these all the time.  If I don’t, and I have not done a good job since I got them, I will have to get bonded expanders.”  And with that she clicked the lower appliance in place, and then the top.  As she had been talking earlier, I had been examining them the best I could.  They looked very similar to retainers, but each had a screw in the middle that could be expanded.  I noticed the the bottom also had a little bit of built up acrylic along the molars, she wouldn’t be able to completely close her jaw.  And finally I had noticed the hooks on the upper appliance.  Did she have to wear a face mask too?

She looked at me and earnestly said “pleash be nish.  I feel sho embarrashed how I talk with them in.  I have had them for three monthsh, and thish ish as good as I think it will get.  I obvioushly wear them at work, I have to.  And I wear them every night at home.  But I am very bad about wearing them the resht of the time.  Brittany staysh on me, but it ish jusht sho embarrashing”.  I looked at her and told her “you look gorgeous.  And the way you speak is adorable.”  She looked at me and asked “so it ishn’t a huge turn off?”  I simply shook my head no.  She continued “I wonder what it feels like to kiss someone with these in?” as she looked me in the eyes.  I took this as an invitation.  However, I did not want her to think I was trying to go too fast, so I kept my tongue in my mouth.  After what I felt like was too brief a time, she pulled back.  She looked at me, I think sizing up my reaction, and then initiated another kiss.  She took the lead this time, and snaked her tongue into my mouth.  I reciprocated.  The feel of the expander was almost too much for me to take. 

She pulled back and said “I always wanted to kish you in high school.  I sure never thought it would happen like thish.”  She took a few steps over towards Brittany and picked up her drink.  She looked back at me and said “you shcertainly don’t sheem to be running away in horror.  I do have to wear shomething elsh though, and it might make you run”.  She came back over beside me and dug into her purse.  She pulled out a pink Petit facemask and bag of elastics.  She said “I am alsho shupposed to wear thish 14 hoursh a day” and looked me in the eye.  I asked her to please put it on.  She cautioned she didn’t think she wouldn’t be able to kiss me.  I told her I didn’t want to stand in the way of her orthodontic treatment.  She put an elastic on each hook in her mouth, then held the mask up to her face.  With her other hand, she took each elastic and crossed it over to the horizontal bar in front of her delectable mouth.  It was spectacular.  She looked up at me pouting and said “i know I look sho shtupid”.  I told her “no, you are gorgeous.  Absolutely stunning”.  Still pouting, she said “and I can’t kish you wearing thish”.  I had been so absorbed in Haley I had not noticed Brittany move over beside me.  She rubbed her hand down my arm and said “I wonder if it is possible to kiss someone wearing headgear?”  She had a pleading look in her eyes.  I leaned over and maneuvered my lips around her facebow.  As we kissed I could feel Haley hugging up on both of us.

The next morning I woke up in a bit of a hangover fog.  As I got my eyes to work I saw Haley, wearing her pink facemask, snuggled up against me to my right.  I thought she might be the most incredibly beautiful creature I had ever seen.  But it would be a close race.  I could see Brittany’s arm slung over me from my other side.  She had her face resting against my left shoulder, and I could feel her facebow digging into me slightly.  I relaxed, just enjoying the moment.  How could something so horrible turn into something so wonderful?


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« Reply #31 on: 21. March 2022, 16:59:07 PM »
Well I’m loving this story, and I’m so grateful you have had the courage to dig back into painful memories to write it. The story stands out because of the maturity of your experience and the gravity of the situation; I find myself checking most nights to see if there’s a new addition! And I don’t think this chapter goes too far at all.

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« Reply #32 on: 28. March 2022, 05:43:59 AM »
Part 10.

It was about 30 minutes before Haley woke. I looked at her and smiled, “good morning.  You look beautiful”.  She looked back at me and said “good morning.  Oh my head”.  I leaned over and kissed her on the head, right above the forehead pad of her facemask.  I pulled back and told her “if that doesn’t do the trick I have some Excedrin in the bathroom”.  The commotion must have awoken Brittany; I felt her move and pull her arm off of me.  I turned towards her “and good morning to you too.  You look gorgeous as well” I told her.

After we had gotten up, I started a pot of coffee.  I offered to make breakfast, but Britt said she needed to get back home.  She seemed a little distant; I hoped it was just the hangover.  Haley was a little more bubbly.  Before the girls left Haley took off her facemask and gave me a kiss.  She said “lasht night was fun.” 

I ran late that morning, but I met the guys again.  It was more of the same, but without quite as much heartbreak.  The second day was easier.  I won’t say that I could ever get used to what I was seeing, but it wasn’t as much of a shock as the first day.  I knocked off early; despite everything that happened I had to go out of town for work the next day.  I needed to get back home and do some laundry and pack. As I had pulled out of the drive that morning, I had sent Britt and Haley each texts telling them I hoped they had a great day.  Once I got back into service, I had several texts and messages pop up.  The first I read was from Haley, it said “I had fun last night, I hope we can do it again”.  Well yeah, I thought, I do too.  The second text I read was from Britt.  It said “we need to talk”.  Uh oh.  I shot her a reply.

Me:  I will be back home in an hour or so if you want to talk.  Also, I would like to fix dinner for you and Haley tonight.

B: That would be nice.  And I’m sure Haley will want to.  That is really what I wanted to talk to you about.  I don’t feel bad about what happened last night, but I don’t think I can do that again.  Haley really likes you and I am afraid things might get complicated with the three of us.

Me:  I understand.  What about you two come by around 7?

B: I will see you around 7.

I next sent a reply to Haley.

Me:  I had a wonderful time last night too.  Would you want to come over around 7?  I would like to fix you and Britt dinner.

H:  That would great.  But please don’t let me drink as much as I did last night.  I felt a little rough today.

Me:  How about we make a deal, I won’t let you drink as much if you will do the same for me :)

H:  That is a deal.  I will see you around 7. :)


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« Reply #33 on: 28. March 2022, 06:28:17 AM »
Ooooh thith ith gonna be good! Pleathe don’t leave uth hanging!

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« Reply #34 on: 30. March 2022, 06:53:06 AM »
This story is really hard.

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« Reply #35 on: 30. March 2022, 15:57:00 PM »
Maybe take a bweak fwom thith thtowy, you can alwayth wethume it at a latew date. Youw othew thtowy, ‘Jennifew’, ith altho gweat! Thank you fow wwighting, I love youw thtowieth!

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« Reply #36 on: 30. March 2022, 16:21:07 PM »
Dear " Lithpkith" can you please STOP with your stupid lisp-writing? When you have to say something tell it clear. Nobody is interested in that kind auf conversation. it's a pain in "Normal" post already, but especially in this Story it's totally inappropriate as its not a "easy going" of mr_90proof.. I Believe this is NOT only My Sensation.. THANK YOU.

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« Reply #37 on: 30. March 2022, 16:59:05 PM »
Thank you

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« Reply #38 on: 30. March 2022, 17:15:07 PM »
Take your time writing it.

I have been enjoying all of your stories.

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« Reply #39 on: 30. March 2022, 18:16:32 PM »
Dear " Lithpkith" can you please STOP with your stupid lisp-writing? When you have to say something tell it clear. Nobody is interested in that kind auf conversation. it's a pain in "Normal" post already, but especially in this Story it's totally inappropriate as its not a "easy going" of mr_90proof.. I Believe this is NOT only My Sensation.. THANK YOU.

Hear, hear!

This "lisp writing" is not only incredibly clumsy to read and difficult to decipher, it's also ridiculously juvenile. You're presumably a grown man, since you claim you have a wife. Please stop clogging up stories with this childish role play.

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« Reply #40 on: 30. March 2022, 19:28:33 PM »
I wondered if I was being intolerant in my irritation at posts by Lipthkith. Glad to hear that it is not just me.....

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« Reply #41 on: 30. March 2022, 20:36:34 PM »
You aren't the only people who have felt that way.

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« Reply #42 on: 31. March 2022, 20:36:30 PM »
I wondered if I was being intolerant in my irritation at posts by Lipthkith. Glad to hear that it is not just me.....

@mr_90proof
Sorry for clogging up your very captivating story by weighing in on this topic, but...

@all
guys, gals, everyone: Please calm down a little bit.

If writing with a "lisp" is his/her/their thing, please just let Lithpkith do continue.

Does it really matter if they write in a clear an concise matter or with a lisp, even if that is sometimes a bit hard to read?
If it is Lithpkith's spiel, shouldn't we just accept that? We are after all a community - the community of braces-lovers.

And in a community, where everyone shares the same interest, some that that a bit further than others:
Lithpkith prefers to write "with a lisp", I prefer to wear my headgear to work and think about "upping the ante" there.

And I'm sure, several of you go further as well than what is thought to be the "normal behaviour" of braces-wearers.
Or if you do not go beyond that, maybe you dream of it?
I see it that way, that Lithpkith made their dream of a complex treatment come true. If that involves writing with a lisp, then so be it.
We - above all people - should be the ones who understand that passion.

In my honest opinion: If you are annoyed by Lithpkith's posts, just ignore them. You are not forced to read them.
Just my 2 cents

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« Reply #43 on: 01. April 2022, 02:54:39 AM »
..... If you are annoyed by Lithpkith's posts, just ignore them. You are not forced to read them.

Funnily enough, that's what I've been doing for a bit now.

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« Reply #44 on: 01. April 2022, 21:30:02 PM »
I'm enjoying the story so far. I can't wait to see which one of the pretty girls finally gets him to come in and get braces.

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« Reply #45 on: 05. April 2022, 06:31:58 AM »
Well this thread has certainly gotten all assed up.

Part 11.

On the way home, I stopped by the grocery store.  I really didn’t know what they liked, and I obviously wanted to try to impress them with my culinary prowess.  So I bought way more than I normally would have for a single meal.  I had some grouper at home that I had pulled out of the freezer that morning.  I picked up some shrimp and petit filets.  For sides I grabbed some salad, zucchini squash and asparagus, and was also planning to cook some rice i had in the pantry.

Once I got home and got everything inside it was almost 5:30.  First I gathered up some dirty laundry and started a load. Once I got that task finished, I started working on dinner.  I got a little marinade on the steaks, got the fish trimmed and cut up, and the shrimp peeled.  I was making them bacon wrapped grilled shrimp, which is a complete pain to make, but is so good.  As I sautéed the jalapeño slices in garlic butter, I went ahead and sent both girls a text that if they wanted they were certainly welcome to come over earlier than 7. I added that I might be out on the deck and unable to hear the doorbell, so if they would please just come around to the back. A minute later, Haley sent a reply that they would be over soon; they were still getting ready.  While I was not planning on drinking; I had to get up around 4 am and had enough of a hangover that day to last me awhile, I had gotten a few options for my guests.  I didn’t know if they wanted anything, but I certainly wanted to be a gracious host.

After a good bit of work, I finally had a couple of skewers of large shrimp, each stuffed with a jalepeno slice and strip of cheese, and wrapped in half cooked bacon that I had nuked in the microwave.  With the hard part done, I went ahead and lit the grill.  It would take 20 or 30 minutes to get the coals right, so I went back inside and continued working on dinner and transferred the cloths from the washer to the dryer.  Around 6:30, I went out to check on the grill.  It was ready, so I went ahead and put the fish on along with the asparagus.  As I kept one eye on the grill, I kept the other on the neighbors’, hoping I would see the girls.

Around 6:40 they came out the door.  Even from across the yard, I could tell the two apart.  Britt was dressed casually, wearing shorts, a t shirt and tennis shoes. And she was wearing her headgear.  But Haley, she was dressed like she was going out, or maybe on a date.  She had on a yellow dress, sexy heeled sandals and a purse slung over her shoulder.  As they came up the steps, I also noticed she had done her hair and makeup, and had worn some jewelry that really complimented her and her outfit.  To put it simply, she looked incredible.  I greeted both my guests, thanking them for coming and told  them they looked great.  Haley came over and gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek.  She said “thank you for having ush”. I noticed how good she smelled.  And that she was wearing her expanders.

I offered the girls a drink.  Haley declined, but Britt said she would like one.  I asked her if she would like for me to fix her one or if she would like to make it herself?  She said she would fix it and disappeared inside.  Alone with Haley, I looked at her and told her “you really do look incredible”.  She smiled, the thin wire of her top expander framing her teeth.  She then came over and gave me a kiss, a real kiss this time.  She stepped back and said “I hoped you’d like it”.

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« Reply #46 on: 05. April 2022, 10:58:57 AM »
Sorry for disturbing your writing but it had to be said..
Now hopefully we can enjoy your great story again without offtopic discussion  :)
I can tell it's not that easy for you to write this, but keep up - it's really very good!

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« Reply #47 on: 18. April 2022, 16:50:58 PM »
Just a heads up, but I am going to take a little hiatus from writing here.  I am going to put my creative energy towards a little songwriting.  I have to; the words are there to be taken.  They are coming out even if I don’t want them to. And that is something I struggled with for a long time; I tried to make my brain do it.  And it said “nah bro, nobody wants to hear anything you have to say”.  I had become perfectly happy being miserable for a long time.  I had deadbolted the doors on my heart, and then managed to lose the keys.  But, and I don’t know why and I don’t know how,  I met a real, pretty little brown haired girl that for some reason had a key that fit.  And it might be because my heart is a little defective and doesn’t have the bandwidth to do two jobs at once, but I don’t have it in me to think about these gals when there is a real one that I need to cover up.  But I thank you all for reading,

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« Reply #48 on: 18. April 2022, 21:10:03 PM »
I'm glad that we were able to help you. I have very much enjoyed your stories and hope that you will keep working on them when you find a little spare time.

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« Reply #49 on: 19. April 2022, 08:27:51 AM »
I know I'm enjoying the story. But taking time off to get your creative juices back and to just step away for your mental health is more important than writing a story. Take the time you need.