This choice: "Bill? It's Willow, Greg. You ready for work?" • Go Back...Chapter #7"Bill? It's Willow, Greg. You ready for... by: Mr.Domino   The strange woman that looked remarkably like a slightly younger version of Greg Strasserman's wife stared at Greg for a moment before looking down at herself in confusion, before looking back up and fixing him with an annoyed stare.
"Bill? It's Willow, Greg. You know that. So, you ready to get to work?" Her voice was nothing like Bill's, and again sound much like Martha's though it had more of a lilt and was maybe a little bit more husky, making her voice ooze confidence and sex appeal.
"W-work!? But you, and, my s-son and-" Greg continued to stammer as his brain attempted to process what had just happened. Where was Bill and who was this...'Willow' woman that looked like his wife!?
"Son? Greg, you have the daughter, I have the son!" 'Willow said with a giggle that carried little mirth and more annoyance, "C'mon, I know my makeup took a little longer to put on this morning but we need to get to work! You don't want old man Ingerman to fire us!" The woman craned her Adam's Apple-less neck and looked up at the darkening sky, "Plus I think it's getting ready to rain! My makeup will get ruined and you KNOW what happens to my hair in the humidity! Let's go, Bro in-law!"
With that Willow minced past Greg and down the small flight of porch steps, heading for Greg's car that was sitting in the driveway. Greg followed the woman that had been his son, watching her flesh jiggle and bounce with every step, noticing that her clothes were just slightly too small and that it served to accentuate every move she made. Whoever this woman was...she clearly had no memory of being his son! And she said SHE had a son...and called him her brother in law!?
Greg was simply an accountant whose mind didn't stay far from numbers, so the idea that his son was just...erased like that was almost too much for him to understand. What had happened, and how did he get Bill back!
"GREG, LET'S GO!" Willow shouted from the car, leaning in and blaring the horn several times. The loud noises shook Greg from his stunned introspection, and he stumbled over his feet as he lurched into motion, stumbling towards the vehicle.
And there, on the porch, was the strange green gemstone that seemed to cause all of this! Greg reached down and swiped it up, shoving it into the pocket of his slacks as he fumbled for the keys to the sedan. He jerked the small collection of metal out of his pockets and made his way across the small lawn to his car, sliding in as the very attractive woman that had been his teenage son did the same. He was so very confused as his mind tried to process what had happened; he was not used to pretty much anything wild or outlandish happening in his life, so embedded was he in his accounting job and honestly? Just not being raised immersed in pop culture or sci-fi and fantasy nonsense. His brain was totally unprepared for any of this, and he simply slid into an autopilot mode. Maybe at work, getting away from...whoever this woman was and clearing his head with some spreadsheets would let him figure out the green gemstone and get his son back. Until then though...
"Yeesh, and I thought I was having a rough morning!" Willow said as she pulled the seat belt across her expansive chest as Greg did the same, trying not to stare at her too much as they pulled out of the driveway and onto the roads headed towards the corporate complex that housed IngerCorp just outside of Shermer.
"S-sorry, didn't, ah, didn't sleep well" Greg stammered, trying to keep his eyes on the road.
"Aw, honey, did my sis kick you out of the bed again? What was it this time, farting? Snoring? I keep telling you, we're all too old for late nighters! I'm just glad I can't hear or smell you down in the basement. Thank you again for letting me and Brendan stay with you guys by the way, I know it's been a year now since the divorce but I feel like I don't say it enough! The basement is SO nice! And I know Brendan likes having Kimberly next door to the guest bedroom!" Willow gushed in her husky voice, casting a backwards glance in the passenger side mirror.
The thirty-five year old divorced mother of one smiled with her not-as-perfect-as-she-wanted teeth as a large, barechested redheaded man sprinted across the road away from the Strasserman abode, shirt and shoes in his hands. Good, with Greg off center as much as he was this morning, she wouldn't have to explain the boy. She had NEEDS damnit, and that Rob boy...well, more of a man, really. He was old enough to legally be one and that cock...
Willow bit her lip slightly, already eager to see him again. She cast a sideways glance at Greg, who had a death grip on the steering wheel as his eyes were locked straight ahead on their path through the bustling little town. Well, little to Willow, anyway. And cold. But being a single mom in Miami right now? She missed the ocean, but free and safe room and board was more than enough of a trade. Even the northern Illinois winters were tolerable, this far away from that piece of shit that divorced her! Well maybe if he'd been more of a man she wouldn't have had to find other outlets for release! Oh well, he was down there, she was here, and sure she lost the house and had to share custody and say goodbye to her little boy every summer, but again, small price to pay. Free room and board, and more importantly free BABYSITTING, all courtesy of her big sister, Martha! Willow felt a little guilty of preying on her sister's overprotective tendencies towards her but...that's what sisters were for, right? In the year she'd been living with them, the finished basement had been converted from her niece Kimberley's play area into a full apartment all for her, and the guest room Brendan had been living in had long since become a typical twelve year old boy's room.
It all left her with PLENTY of time to make up for those years shackled to being a wife and mother, and most weekends she spent out in what little nightlife was to be found in Shermer and the other local towns. Sometimes she and some of her new gal pals at IngerCorp would end up in Chicago for some girls nights. And she was almost ALWAYS with a man. Nothing serious, she was just playing the field, but she was proud to know she'd earned something of a reputation with the local young men as 'epic' and 'legendary'. And of course, sometimes she let her boytoy Rob slid in through the basement window on weeknights, just like she had last night, for some mid-week entertainment.
She continued to make small talk with Greg, who simply mumbled monosyllabic answers as the sedan rolled through Shermer and put towards the business complex where IngerCorp was located, where they both worked. That was another thing she'd have to thank her brother in law for, getting her the secretary job! It hadn't been much but with her carefully cultivated looks she'd risen out of the sec-pool and was now the personal secretary for several of the executives! And maybe something more, if she played her significantly good cards right. Who cared if they had little toys on the side? So long as she was left satisfied and taken care of, it really didn't matter if that Ragnar (Reggie) Ingerman was paying for a house despite being married to that equally vapid little blonde bitch.
Really, after they got bored of their toys, boys just wanted a real woman to take care of them, after all.
She smiled again as they pulled into the corporate parking lot and parked, both of them walking towards the large glass doors to start their days.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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