The altercation Mike had with his former, or soon to be former in laws was quite uncomfortable. Picking up his son from the hospital, Mike didn't realize that he would be under speculation for abuse and he did not bring sufficient bargaining stocks to get the pigs off of his back. Hearing Beth scream at him and accuse him of being a murderer rattled him, but he didn't do anything, so it was frustrating, if anything. Sitting down with his sons doctor, Mike finally saw a way out of this situation. Her pretty pale face blushed every time she looked up at him from the file. He could tell she was nervous just being around him and he started working his charms.

"My wife left me about a week ago, and my friend has been watching my child. I really don't know how his arm got like this, but I will make sure it won't happen again. If my wife hadn't left he would still have proper supervision. I'm a new single father and I'm trying my best." He explained to the woman, fake tears in the corners of his eyes. The woman was empathetic to his situation, and apparently attracted to his being a father. He soon wound up with a racy text from said doctor and some plans for tomorrow night. This had been the story he told the child protection officers his in laws had bought, and it was rather effective. Honestly, Mike wasn't sure how his kid's arm got hurt, but it was wrapped and it'd heal. All kids break arms and legs and stuff. Mike still had a scar on his arm from his first bike accident.

Looking down at the kid, sadly staring at his feet Mike offhandedly remarked, "Scars are cool." and Caleb's eyes lit up and he smiled at his father. Mike grunted and looked back down at his phone, waiting for the release papers. Beth had been led out of the hospital by her husband about ten minutes after he showed up since they weren't needed anymore. When Caleb realized his grandparents had been sent away he wasn't happy, but when his daddy talked to him he was hopeful. HIs daddy didn't usually have to much to say to him. Especially nice stuff. Usually it was about messes and toys and being mad.

When Caleb got back to the house, he sat down to watch some cartoons and wrapped himself up in a throw blanket on the couch. His father dropped his new medicine on the counter and ran to the shower. While his father was in the shower, Caleb grabbed a bag of bread from the kitchen counter that he could reach and tore through it was the episode ended. Curled up in his throw blanket with bread crumbs all over his face Caleb fell asleep after a long eventful day.

Mikes nerves were a little frayed by all the nonsense that had been going on. He had lived such a free and easy life until everything changed. Mike liked variety and was bored with his wife but the amount of nonsense that went around Hannah's disappearance was starting to get on his nerves. His in laws had threatened media coverage and as much as Mike wasn't guilty, he also didn't want to get something blamed on him that he didn't do. He used Hannah, and even though it was morally wrong, it wasn't illegal. He saw ruining a girl as opening their sexual horizons. The ones who killed themselves were prudes who didn't deserve the life they were given. After all, that's what dusties were there for, or at least that's how his most men his age used them. Death these days was just survival of the fittest anyways. The city arenas showed the gruesome truth of that. The amounts of pain a man will go through to feed his family is put to the test for the entertainment of the rich. Mike had the opportunity to attend a few of these, but the transportation to the city and back had cost him a month of his crops.

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Seeing his kid passed out on the couch covered in crumbs, Mike was relieved because he neither had to feed or put his son to sleep. Mike grabbed his kid from the couch and carried him to his bed, dropping him on top of the covers, still wrapped in the throw blanket. Shutting the door behind his son, he sent a text to a girl he fished on the street the other day. She had chocolate brown hair and freckles on her nose. He went straight to the point and sent her a picture of his swollen manhood.

[dick pic]

[WOW]

[15 min?]

[ok]

Mike smiled, grabbed his jacket and sent a quick text to Jennifer about being home late. After the stuff with his wife and his job, and now his girlfriend being a bit crazy, he just wanted to let loose. This new fish of his was a cute little thing. All the right areas were swollen and she seemed like she liked the attention, but wasn't used to it. Sandy was a bit shy, but if he worked it right he could be balls deep in this girls first time within the hour. His member swelled in anticipation as he walked past the bills he decided to ignore and started the car.

Sandy sat by her bed with her phone in her lap as she covered her bright red face. The boy she loved and dated since grade school got engaged to the girl who makes her life a living hell. He stopped being friends with her and the new couple seemed happy. Her whole world was a roller coaster this past week. All because her parents said they wouldn't find out that she was a Birtha until she was 16. They said if he couldn't wait, he wasn't worth it. Her parents didn't realize that two years means more to her generation than theirs. By 16, Scott would be married to Cheryl and they'd probably already have two kids. Her heart was so sour that it felt dead. Scott sneered at her parents outdated ideals, and Sandy lost Scott, and soon with him, all of her friends.

Sandy met this man at the bus stop in front of the hospital and although he leered at her like most of the uncles out there since her assets grew, this time she didn't reject him. She just wanted to feel wanted, even if it was like this. At least he was handsome, she thought, as washed her face and touched up her makeup for the tenth time. Surveying her room, she ran to the kitchen and grabbed a bag to throw away all of her stuffed animals and childish looking stuff. She was too old for these kinds of things now anyways. Or at least she would be, after she let this man make her a woman. Maybe, if she's lucky, she would be a Birtha and they would marry, she thought hopefully. When the knock finally came to the door, all the hairs on her arms stood on end. She was scared and nervous. But she thought of the boy she had loved and lost, and resolved herself to open the door.