Authors: Al Sloane
My Cousin Wendy
| My Cousin Wendy |
| Wendy [3] |
| Al Sloane |
| (2012) |
The last time Pete saw his cousin Wendy was when she got married twenty years ago. There was something not right, and when he got home, he told his fiance he thought Wendy's new husband might be a wife beater.
Now, after a marriage and a divorce, Pete arrives home to see a message from Wendy on his answer machine. She has hitchhiked from Texas to California, is thirty miles away, tired, hungry and dirty.
MY COUSIN WENDY takes you through a year of holidays with Pete and Wendy as he finds out why she was willing to walk from Texas to California with only the clothes on her back if that's what it took to get away. T's a year in which Pete helps Wendy try to figure out who she is and put herself back together and discovers some things he's been hiding from himself along the way. A year in which they fall in love with each other.
MY COUSIN WENDY
Volume One
by Al Sloane
Book 7 - A Wendy Memorial Day
Book 8 - A Wendy Father’s Day
Copyright © 2005, 2012 by Al Sloane
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the authors, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
It was December, 2004. Fax machines, answer machines and portable phones were in vogue. You surfed the net on your computer, most likely with a 56k modem, and 80 gb was considered almost wasteful because nobody would ever need that much disk space.
I'd gone through a lot of changes. I had owned a mostly one-man phone company for a quarter of a century, selling phone systems, doing adds, moves and changes and some repairs on existing systems. I'd also stumbled into the Self Storage industry, working on and installing computer run systems with keypads at the gates and alarm contacts in every unit. There was potential for lots of employees and lots of money but I never really got much past living week to week and there was never enough for the IRS at the end of the year.
Rather than face up to life, I drank. I justified it by only doing it in the evenings and on weekends but I was putting down a 12 pack of beer most nights. Smoking was fairly acceptable back then and I smoked close to 3 packs a day. I was overweight.
My wife had decided she'd had enough of me and left. Eventually I took a look at myself and quit drinking – something I'd insisted I could do when we would argue but never got around to doing. When Rob Reiner's “For the Children” cigarette taxes went into effect, I stocked up when I found cartons on sale, smoked what I had and then stopped.
I got a bug up my ass and decided I was going to leave California and start a brand new life. Call it religious fervor or temporary insanity, I was able to get out of it before the house sold. I went around to some of my old customers and scrounged up enough work to feed myself. In my off time, I did a lot of reading on a couple of adult story sites. For a week or two the completely erotic (or stroke) was interesting, then I searched for stories that told a story. Some sex was OK, all sex just didn't interest me
At some point I decided that I could write better than 80% of these clowns. I started my first book, a story about a high school boy in love with his sister. The first few chapters went up on my favorite site November 29 and I got an email from a fan 20 minutes after I submitted it.
I have a cousin named Linda and I wrote a story called A Linda Christmas. It was supposed to be posted for a Holiday Story contest but the site that was running the contest was (and still is) a real pain to post anything to. I eventually wrote 14 stories about Linda, starting a week or so before the holiday and usually finishing several days after.
Those stories were my therapy. By helping Linda through her problems, I was able to sort out my own. The improvement in my life was immense and I found that as the next holiday was approaching, the next part of the plot would come to me as well as the next thing in my past to explore.
It was originally supposed to go through Christmas Eve, giving me a complete year of Linda. When I got into writing Thanksgiving, I knew she'd grown as much as she could and I'd looked at everything from the past that was there to look at. I ended the series at that point, Thanksgiving 2005.
A funny thing happened after that, in the spring of 2006. I got that itch again. A Linda Wedding was born as an afterthought but also as an integral part of the tale of Linda's growth and recovery. It was what was needed to finally complete the story and provide a real happy ending.
When the time came to publish, I went through all the stories and changed the names. I've always been sort of expecting the real Linda to come up behind me and slap me upside the head. She exists in real life as do her son, her sisters and parents and all the family of mine I mention. I think it's better if Linda becomes Wendy, so that's what I did. The only major change I had to make was to a song in A Wendy Mother's Day where a line changed from Linda Linda to Wonderful Wendy. It also changed from Spanish to English because my Spanish wasn't sufficient to come up with something starting with W.
So, that's the story. I hope you enjoy reading about My Cousin Wendy.
Al Sloane
Volume One
Book 1 - A Wendy Christmas
Book 2 - A Wendy Valentine's Day
Book 3 - A Wendy St. Patrick’s Day
Volume Two
Book 4 - A Wendy Easter
Book 5 - A Wendy Birthday
Book 6 - A Wendy Mother’s Day
Volume Three
Book 7 - A Wendy Memorial Day
Book 8 - A Wendy Father’s Day
Volume Four
Book 9 - A Wendy Independence Day
Book 10 - A Wendy Labor Day
Volume Five
Book 11 - A Wendy Columbus Day
Book 12 - A Wendy Halloween
Book 13 - A Wendy Veteran's Day
Book 14 - A Wendy Thanksgiving
The Final Book
A Wendy Wedding
Contents
It's the weekend before a three day weekend and Wendy and Pete say goodbye to the old waterbed mattress before it's completely drained and hello to the new one after it's full. Pete sets Wendy free in a store that specializes in clothing for pregnant women. On the big weekend, Pete and the girls, now up to four, take a trip that includes several surprises and two motel rooms, as well as playing musical beds. After the weekend is over, it's evident that things will never be the same for any of them. Sexual Content – several explicit scenes.
I checked the Caller ID as the phone rang. OUT OF AREA. Probably a creditor. On Sunday.
I started walking back toward the bedroom when I heard Wendy on the answer machine.
"Pete... Oh PEEE EEETE."
I grabbed the phone. "Whadaya want?"
"Nothing. Whatcha doin?"
I'm just getting ready to empty my mattress."
"On the waterbed?"
"No. The one I stuffed all my millions of dollars in. Of course, the waterbed."
"Why?"
"Well, I washed the sheets yesterday... "
"About time."
"Smart Ass. Anyway, I went to put them back on and lifted the mattress up to tuck one edge in. There's water in the liner. I've got to empty it and see if I can patch it."
"Ooh. Sounds like fun. Can I watch?"
"I don't really want to wait for you to get here. I'll tell you what. I'll start draining it and you can watch after you get here."
"But I want to see you suck the hose to get the flow started."
"Too bad you're not here. You could give me some pointers. You're the expert at sucking hoses."
"Ha Ha. Why don't you just wait for me."
"Wendy, I can't. It's going to take some time to drain it and fill it back up. I don't want to be filling the mattress at 10:00 tonight."
"OK. I'll get there as fast as I can. Bye."
"See you later."
I hung up the phone and went out to the back yard to get the hose. While I was out there I undid the catches on the screen on the side of my bedroom and took it off. I put the male end of the hose through the now open window, careful not to spill any water on the carpet.
I'd just gotten back in the bedroom when the doorbell rang. Now what. Probably someone trying to sell their religion.
I opened the door and there was Wendy with a big grin on her face. And a big belly.
I hadn't seen her since Mother's day. Only a couple of weeks, but she'd sure filled out a lot. She was wearing a shirt that wouldn't stay down. Her belly button was visible under the material being pushed up by her belly. Kind of like mine.
She was wearing her (almost) MOTHER hat and was holding up a cell phone. Her tongue was sticking out.
I leaned forward and kissed her before she could pull her tongue back in her mouth. Mine joined hers. She made a little hmmm ing noise as I did so.
"Watch it. I'm really horny. I'm just about ready to pounce on you."
"Sorry about that. I don't have a bed right now. Maybe later."