The Fabulous life of K.Wilson part -14 – Consequences (Completed!)

[lady lynxx]

LL- Thanks for waiting. Finally done!

Almira pondered upon the numerous options set before her; now that she knew about the real Kay Wilson, what would she do with such privileged information? Tell Jack? Leak it to the papers? Or what…or what? she pondered to herself.

While she’d been in the middle of trying on a beautiful pair of dark brown patent croc YSL tribute heels; the thought of Kay had crossed her mind. Almira zoned out the hungry sales lady, who was bringing out an endless stream of shoes for her consideration. In fact, the staff of the entire shoe department in that Bloomingdales knew of Almira’s substantial spending power. It was not uncommon for her to drop $5,000 on various pairs of shoes in one trip. Apart from the fact that she was an unpleasant monster, Almira’s visits to the store were often met with heady anticipation by the commission driven employees.

Half an hour and $7,500 of her husband Ishmael’s money later, Almira knew what she was going to do first. She figured she may as well sabotage Jack’s new relationship in case the unthinkable happened and Ishmael actually had the balls to file for divorce.

“Jack…is that you?” Almira asked.

“Speaking. What do you want Almira; what could you possibly want after your last performance.” Jack replied.

“Jaaaack,” she drawled. “Come on, it’s me you’re talking to. This is me. You know the way I still feel about you. When I saw you with her, I just lost it. Can you blame me?”

“Almira, I’m warning you; I you pull that kind of stunt again next time, I won’t be so lenient. Anyway what do you want? Is it the boys?”

“No Jack…not the boys. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay that’s all. Alright I’ll see you when you pick them up next weekend.”

“Fine.”

Almira cut off the call feeling as if she had failed in her objective. She had planned to say something to him then, but the timing wasn’t right. Not after she had been so awful to Jack. A little more planning was in order then; Almira decided to turn her thoughts instead to trunk full of shoes in the back of the car.

****

Walking into the meeting made Frank feel like a failure, but he did it anyway. He had to uphold his part of the bargain since Kay had come through. He’d contemplated not turning up, but thought better of it since even he didn’t believe he wouldn’t fuck up again.

The place was full of losers in his mind; yeah, losers just like me, Frank thought. Kay wasn’t a loser; he knew in his heart that she was right for leaving a shmuck like him behind. Frank too a seat and listened to the various introductions and a little orientation for the new joiners. The time eventually came for him to say the words he’d been dreading all week.

“My name is Frank and I’m a compulsive gambler.”

****

Troy took a short drive to his father’s house; he’d been visiting Frank now every week just like his mother had instructed him to and just trying to make peace with his old man. He figured that it would be a good night to visit since it was the night of Frank’s first Gambler Anonymous meeting and it would be interesting to hear what he made of the whole thing.

Troy still had his old key so he let himself into the house; knowing his father, he would be watch the game on TV eating a nutritious couch potato’s meal of Domino’s pizza and a cold beer. He heard the sound of the TV and announced that he was in the house before walking in the direction of the kitchen to grab a beer for himself.

“Dad I’m in…coming back to watch the game with ya in a minute,” he said. Troy didn’t even look around, he just assumed that Frank was sitting in his favourite armchair until he tripped over something hard.

“What the?!” Troy snapped. He then looked down at his feet to find Frank lying there in a pool of his own vomit. Troy became even more alarmed to find two empty bottles of Smirnoff nearby and then even more horrifically, a half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels. He couldn’t call 911 quick enough; if he didn’t act fast, his father would die of alcohol poisoning.

The ambulance arrived in less than ten minutes and before he knew it; they were hurtling along the road trying to make it to the emergency unit. Frank had to get his stomach pumped before his liver gave out. Troy knew that he couldn’t face what was going on by himself; there was only one person he could call.

“Mom!” screamed Troy over the phone. “You’ve gotta get to the hospital quick, I found dad collapsed on the floor at home. We’re in the ambulance now….”

Kay pushed Jack off her back abruptly and gestured for him to stop; they had been in the middle of a very hot session and she hadn’t planned on making him stop fucking her from behind – which Jack had now made one of her favourite positions – on the account of a phone call. But since it was a life or death situation, sex would have to take a back seat for the moment.

“Troy…honey, calm down. I’ll be there as soon as I can okay.” Kay reassured him. “Stay strong son. See you soon….”

Jack looked on concerned as she cut off the call. “What happened to Troy?” he asked.

“Not Troy Jack, it’s his stupid father. Frank has gone and almost drank himself to death. Shit!” Kay replied. “Troy is in an ambulance with him and their on their way to the hospital; I’m sorry Jack. My baby needs me, I have to go.”

“Well I’m coming with ya,” Jack said firmly. “I can’t let you deal with that man’s problems on your own.”

“I think it’s my fault though in a way; I mean I did make him go to Gamblers Anonymous. Maybe facing up to his demons was too much for him. Maybe he wasn’t ready.”

“Kay, don’t let me hear you blaming yourself! You didn’t put the bottle to his lips did you?” Jack admonished. “You went through enough with your mother’s alcoholism, you know how bad it can get. I know you don’t want the drink to kill him like it killed her.”

“I know baby….” Kay whispered sadly. She looked down at Jack’s naked body and realised that his dick was still hard; what a damn waste, she thought to herself. Would it be heartless of her to get her freak on quickly before the night of bad hospital ward coffee that lay before her?

“Honey…are you thinking what I’m thinking?” she asked.

“Turn around,” Jack replied, “and I’ll make it quick.”

He entered Kay with a renewed passion and she gasped loudly from the force of it. She loved it when ever they made love like this; the heightened sense of urgency and want really turned her on. Jack’s hot breath on her neck was only making her pussy leak more sticky fluid as he went in for the kill. Kay held on to the bed frame as he pulled one of her thighs up at an angle and pounded her as if he was about to go in jail for a 25 year stretch. She almost came herself when he began to say her name rhythmically as he was about to shoot his load.

“Oh Kay…oh baby!” he breathed. “Kay, yes…Kay, your tight lil’ pussy’s making me….”

Jack’s words were lost as he pulled his dick out of her sharply and sprayed hot semen all over her ass. He spread her cheeks apart to watch it run down between the crack; in his opinion, cream on chocolate always looked good.

They were out of her apartment in twenty minutes.

****

Troy was relieved when his mother arrived in intensive care, but more surprised than anything to see Jack following her. He guessed that he must have interrupted them when they were getting freaky; it sure would explain her erratic breathing pattern over the phone earlier on.

“Troy, how is he doing?” Kay asked looking quite concerned.

“He’ll live.” Said Troy. “Hi Jack…I guess I should say thanks for coming.”

“No sweat kid,” Jack replied. “What the hell happened?”

“Yeah Troy, how did you come to find him?” Kay interjected.

“Mama, it’s a good thing that you told me to visit him at least once a week.” Troy began. “Or I wouldn’t have come over and found him unconscious and collapsed on the floor in his own vomit.”

“Oh shit.” Kay deadpanned.

“Yeah,” said Troy. “Oh shit alright! He’d drank two bottles of Smirnoff and almost finished off some Jack Daniels too.”

Jack let out a low whistle of shock and then listened as Troy continued.

“I thought he was a goner for sure ma. I just thought I’d check out how the GA meeting went for him. Maybe he couldn’t handle the truth about himself.”

“It’s okay baby, you did the right thing and thank God he isn’t dead. I just hope that this gives him a wake-up call. My mama died of this condition and I know how hard it’s gonna be if he lets his addiction spiral out of control. It’s all too much….”

“So is he awake?” Jack asked.

“No. No yet. They pumped his stomach and then put him on a drip. He’s already gone through the worst and the doc said he should wake up in the morning. He’ll have a massive hang over, but it’s better than being dead.”

“I’ll say.” Kay replied. “Well, it looks like it’s gonna be a long night. Thank God it’s a Friday, at least nobody has work in the morning.”

****

Almira slathered on some obscenely expensive eau du parfum while sitting at her dressing table. There was the pressing subject of Ishmael. What was he going to do about her cheating? Things had calmed down in the house somewhat since the day of reckoning, but he wasn’t saying much. In fact she’d expected him to really lay into her, but he hadn’t since. Ishmael always spoke his mind, so this unnerved her a little. They both knew in their hearts that she wasn’t about to bear him his own child as he’d demanded. She decided she wasn’t going to spend all day thinking about it. Almira had never known a problem that a little shopping couldn’t fix and since her husband was giving her the silent treatment, she would do something to get his attention.

That afternoon, Almira blew $25,000 on Ishmael’s Amex Centurion black card. If he thought he would succeed in ignoring her, then he had another thing coming. Being a rich man’s wife could be so much fun sometimes.

****

When Frank woke up the next day, he saw a sight he didn’t expect to see. First of all, there were people walking around. He wasn’t dead and they weren’t angels. Second of all, Troy, Kay and her new piece were standing next to his bed.

Enough was enough. It was the end of the road. He had to do something about it. The meeting the night before had convinced Frank that he did have a problem, but at that point he’d been too much of a coward to deal with it and just wanted to leave the world behind instead. It didn’t work and by all accounts from Troy, he’d been rushed to the hospital and his stomach had been pumped.

God, I hate hospitals, Frank thought. But thank God that I’m in one or I would have been dead. Thank God that my son found me. He looked at their faces full of pain and worry and felt so damn guilty. All because of him. But things needed to change. Frank couldn’t stop the tears from flowing as he told the raw truth for the first time in a long time.

“Kay…please. I need help. I need to stop this shit!” Frank exclaimed. “I need to straighten myself the fuck out. Please, I’m begging you to help me do the AA course as well. I wanna stop…I want out.” He sobbed.

Troy looked at his mother earnestly as if to implore her. This was such a breakthrough for his father, but they all knew that Frank couldn’t afford professional help for such a thing. Once again, Kay had to be the saviour.

“Frank,” said Kay. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard you say in twenty years. It’s been a long time coming, but I’ll support you financially with the AA meeting and the GA meetings if that’s what you want. I don’t wanna see you die painfully like my mother. I wouldn’t wish that on anybody.”

“Thank you.” Frank whispered feebly. “Thank you Kay…for everything.”

Jack discreetly walked Kay out of the room to give Frank and Troy some privacy. Frank’s heavy heart had caused him to descend into heavy heart wrenching tears as his son tried to comfort him. Rock bottom was not a nice place and he didn’t interned to visit there again anytime soon. Frank was determined to be a changed man.

“Kay, I’m so proud of you,” said Jack when they’d left the room. “After everything that man put you through, you’re still prepared to help him.”

“Well that isn’t just me you know.” She explained. “If that had happened this time last year, I wouldn’t have even come to the hospital. It’s your influence Jack…you’ve softened me up!” she joked.

“In that case, I believe it’s God’s will that we met Kay. It’s was our destiny.”

“Yeah I guess,” Kay replied as the sound of Frank’s tears cut through the air. “Destiny....”


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