A New Day, A New You part 8

Guy: One week after Valentine’s Day

What scheme do I have to get Stuart face to face with Chez, I don’t. Not because I don’t want to or even because I can’t mind you. It’s because it won’t help. I’ve explained to every one of my friends and wives at least twice why but not one of them is getting it. Now I’m in my gym lifting weights with Desmond when he decides to break the quiet.

“Guy are you really sure,” He asks and I keep lifting.

“Yep, sets of ten, ten sets total make one hundred reps,” I tell him avoiding the obvious topic.

“You know I’m asking about Stuart and this punk in Cali,” the giant counters and I shrug,” you could have let me just even the score and then they could duke it out fairly.”

“That’s not the point. He needs to show initiative and that means hunting down this shit head and kicking his ass,” I explain but Desmond isn’t listening.

“Boss he was at least fifteen on one when Jun found that video the dumbass’s friends posted and they pissed on him while he was unconscious. Now I know you kept things from him but if you’re the man in charge. You should get in there and help push him to get this fucker,” Desmond says a little more desperate than I’ve heard from him in a while.

“He needs, NEEDS to take the initiative on his own. He needs to learn to make his own plans and put them into effect on his own and he needs to be able to use his own people and besides I have the situation monitored for fallout,” I explain and see my heavy start to talk and drop the weights in my hands and bark at him,” Enough Des, I’ve heard it from everyone and I’m done listening. Let it go.”

Desmond does but also leaves not a minute later, saying he’ll catch up with me when he’s back home. I know I shouldn’t snap at him but everyone has been on my ass about not letting Stuart learn on his own. I think everything is going to be alright for the rest of the day and at dinner I can tell my wives want to bring it up. It’s Katy who decides to start in.

“So have you spoken to Stuart about how he’s handling this situation,” Katy asks and I nod,” You could head down there and lend a hand.”

“No he needs to do this for himself,” I state taking a spoonful of chowder.

“Honey he’s less than a year out of training and he’s still working out who he is,” Katy tries to state and I cut her off.

“Yes, he needs to figure out who he is now. Not who he is with us, we can’t always be there to help him with things and he needs to learn to problem solve on his own,” I tell her trying to remain calm but I’m tired of the questioning.

“Daddy did something happen to Stuart,” Christy asks me looking up from her attempts to feed her new puppy Wiggles without me knowing.

“Stuart is fine baby, he’s working on something down in California,” I tell her before looking up from my plate,” And Wiggles could get sick from eating people food honey.”

She stops but I can tell the rest of the wives want me to do something about Stuart and the silent questions are frustrating. Dinner finished I help clear the table and without a word head to my office to handle some minor details and check in on a few contacts out in the world. It’s quiet on the work front but right now we’re not only flush for spending cash but our reserves are ready for a great deal of pro bono work. Having everything in order for once feels good and when I get a text message from Jun asking about Stuart I damn near lose my shit. I’m changed into jeans, a t shirt, my black jacket and I’m halfway out of the garage without my phone on Pale Horse before anyone can figure out what happened. I need separation right now or the kids are going to see a side of me I keep out of the home. I have never snapped in front of them and with everyone coming at me about taking his right to get some revenge on this Chez fucker I’m pissed off and need to cool down. I find myself somewhere I don’t often frequent, a bar in the bad part of Tacoma. I’m not drinking heavily but a single malt scotch has my name written all over it as I sip and stew on the subject. I get questioned so often and considering I haven’t been wrong in a big way in a very long time I’d like to believe that my family has some fucking faith in me. I have been out for a couple hours and I can feel Ben watching me from the entrance as I’m sitting on a stool at the bar.

“They’re worried sir,” my tracker and eyes informs me standing next to my stool.

“Yeah well be worried if I stayed home and answered the same question for the god knows how many time and blew up in front of the kids,” I state taking another sip.

“I get that you’re tired of listening but maybe you need to listen to the rest. At least to quiet their questions,” Ben says trying to be diplomatic.

“No, I lead and you all follow. When we started all this back in high school it was my lead and you all do what I need done remember,” I tell him and he nods,” Why is it so difficult for people to trust me is my question.”

“It’s not about trusting you; a lot of us are fond of the kid. Yeah he’s your protégé but your wives care about him and more than a few people on the team are more hopeful about his success than we’ve been with previous people you’ve run through,” Ben says still taking the diplomatic approach.

“And he needs to handle his own revenge, I told him that he should learn to handle this on his own and if he needed some support to ask but he wants to prove that he can do this himself,” I tell Ben who is quick to counter.

“Except he’s not, he’s not going after the punk and it’s been weeks,” He says in a calm tone.

“Well then that’s his call to make and I’m not going to push it,” I state for the record.

“Alright well I have to get home to my wife and tell yours that you’re cooling off. For the record we can see what you’re doing, trying to get Stuart to think for himself on the situation but we just care a bit more about the kid than we originally thought,” Ben states heading out.

Well at least someone is listening to me. I stay for another hour and head out to find my bike, only two drinks in three hours but I left a nice tip for the bartender, he was good enough to not pester me to get more. I’m not five feet out the door when I’m being pestered by some fucking druggie.

“Hey man you looking to buy,” the skinny little shit asks and I ignore him,” Hey man I’m talking to you.”

“No you’re trying to get me to engage you in dialogue that will leave you without the ability to speak,” I state hitting the parking lot.

“What,” he stutters and I almost laugh.

“See it’s happening already,” I tell him and see my bike.

I get a few more steps and that’s when shit goes off and the little fucker trailing me punches me in the back of the head. I take one falter step and stop walking as the little shit is waiting for me to drop. I can see someone coming at me quick on my right and decide to let off some steam. I don’t really look to find the shit that hit me, I just turn and there he is with a stupid smirk that is slowly turning to fear. I see metal in the hand of the one rushing to the scene and figure he’s first. He’s about my height but much thinner and dirty with a small knife in his hand. No form or style as he decides to lunge at me, it’s a simple matter of grabbing him by the wrist and bending his arm around as he impales himself in the stomach. I can feel the wind leave his body as the shock hits him and with my hand still in his wrist I turn my attention to the would be dealer/mugger. I bend the friend over his own arm and knife in his gut before jerking them up causing more damage and lifting him off the ground before letting him drop. I can almost taste the fear coming off the first one and he’s so shocked he’s not even looking for an exit, that would take too much thought. Instead he rushes me wildly swinging, I wait for the first two to go past me before catching the third in the air and holding the wrist I turn, back my body to his and shift my hips in a shoulder throw slamming him on the ground. The wind leaves him and I can hear him gasping and watch him clutch his chest before I look around and see nobody. Not a fucking person is even looking here and the ones that are walking down the sidewalk don’t even care.

“Hello anyone? Two assholes just tried to mug me and I think one is dying,” I say loudly to the people walking down the street.

Nobody even looked over, I shake my head and turning to the one that I threw grab his hand and have him take the knife in the other’s stomach and making sure they both look seriously compromised I do the only thing left, hop on my bike and ride back home. I feel a little calmer but a lot more amped up as I pull into the garage and cut the engine. I know it’s late and the children are asleep and when I get to the living room I discover that my wives are too by their absence in the living room and pretty much the rest of the house. I debate turning in on the couch till I can figure out if they’re mad when the decision is made for me by Matty coming down stairs in her pajama shorts and tank top.

“You had too many women worried about you mister,” my Amazon starts in then sees my hand,” Is that blood?”

“Yes but it’s not mine and I needed to step away. Blowing up in front of the children isn’t something I want to do,” I explain walking to the downstairs bathroom.

“Want to talk about it,” Matty asks and I almost snap at her.

“No because we’re not talking about it. I made a decision and not one person was listening, you just kept trying to get me to do things your way,” I tell her taking off my leather jacket and washing my hands.

“I understand but you know we just have trouble seeing him not take it back like you would have,” Matty tells me moving behind me and rubbing my shoulders,” Who was it?”

“Some muggers, one had a knife. I think he’ll live,” I tell her relaxing,” you leave tomorrow for the playoffs?”

“Yep, we win the next two and its semi finals,” she tells me and I smile.

“We going to get a picture of the family with the trophy,” I ask and she hugs me from behind.

“I want a baby after this season, you know that,” She asks and I nod,” And it’s okay with the head planner of everything?”

“Honey I’ve been waiting for you to be ready,” I tell her quietly and get pinched for being a butt.

“Good because when I come back with that trophy I want two days of me time with my husband,” Matty says before patting me on the ass,” But not tonight I need to keep my strength up.

Foiled again but if I needed to get some relief I could, stripping down and crawling into bed leaves me with Katy for someone to cuddle. I rest my hand on her now filling belly with our growing child, we still don’t know whether it’s a he or she since Katy wants a surprise, but curling up around her as she lays on her side a nice way to fall asleep. I miss my morning wake up to work out however I’m not the only one taking a late morning start as Katy is still in bed with me. I figure the rest of my family is either taking care of the kids or taking a moment after the kids are at school. I begin to roll out of bed and find my arm is trapped. By trapped I mean Katy has it and I’m not allowed to roll away to get up from the bed. I cuddle in when I hear her quietly.

“I’m fat and ugly,” my pregnant wife mumbles.

“You are not,” I tell her not agreeing with her assessment.

“You’re not hard. You used to get hard pressed up against me and now here we are in the morning with you right on my ass, which you used to love, and you’re limp as Jun used to be,” Katy grumbles making a bad reference to our history.

“I’m not hard because I get a great deal of regular sex from my five wives,” I begin to counter and she stops me.

“Except me because you think I’m fat and ugly. I tried to wake you last night and you wouldn’t move,” She informs me and I am in a state of disbelief.

“No you didn’t, I wake up when you try to wake me. Always have,” I tell her and she pouts.

“I was rubbing you and you didn’t even wake up or press against me,” Katy continues her pout fest.

I’m not one to leave a wife, especially my pregnant wife, feeling like she’s undesirable and if there is any truth to what she’s saying then I better make it up and no better time than now. There is no resistance when I grope Katy’s breast with my hand but when I squeeze her nipple through her shirt she arches her back and presses backwards into me. I can feel her hand reaching behind her ass and it slips into my shorts, with practiced technique Katy strokes me helping me get hard as I pull her head back slightly nibbling on her ear. We’re a mass of grinding flesh and I feel her grab my free arm and pull it under her head before interlacing our fingers. It doesn’t take much to get my shorts down and with Katy taking her own shorts down off her ass I’m lined up without a word and feel my head pressing against Katy’s asshole. It’s a little difficult considering we’ve been taking it easy for the past few months but this is still something a little softer than she normally gets as I press inside. I take my time burying myself into her and when I’m finally resting my hips against her ass I can hear her breathing easy.

“I almost forgot what you feel like back there,” Katy moans to me leaning her head back and squeezing my hand in hers.

“After the baby when you’re recovered I think we’ll lay down some plastic or take a good long shower,” I tell her and she giggles.

“Teasing me when I could do it now is not nice,” She playfully tells me backing into me.

I grunt at her clenching and pushing me into her ass, Katy’s always the one to take things into her own hands whether you actually need her to or not. Being close to Katy like this is one of those things that help me feel like the world will always be okay and when I run around paranoid outside of the house I need to feel okay as much as Katy needs to feel wanted. I stop taking it slow on her ass and begin to speed up feeling Katy roll onto her stomach slightly and a familiar whimper escapes my bad wife’s lips. I want to be concerned about my future child but Katy will probably take my balls if I stop now so I grip her hip with my hand that was on her breast and thrust a little harder. I feel Katy’s teeth biting into my arm and while it hurts a little I’m enjoying the whole scene and speed up a bit more as my orgasm takes over and my body tenses up. Katy for her part grabs my hip with her free hand and holds me inside as I cum and I feel her relax as an orgasm takes her over. We clutch at each other before I feel her pull herself off our huge ass bed and waddle the pregnant walk to the bathroom. I quickly follow her and opt for a shower with her as opposed to anything else. Spending time washing the pregnant wife is something every man should do, period. You learn how sensitive certain areas are, some good like brushing a nipple and some bad like touching the back of a knee and getting an elbow to the head. We chuckle at her reaction and I kiss her belly a few times before we exit and dry off to greet the rest of the family. Downstairs everyone is eyeing me closely and I figure I have some explaining to do when Katy picks up on the mood and breaks the tension.

“I’m still attractive and enjoy anal sex,” She drops on the room with no subtlety.

Everyone laughs a little and we relax going over small business which shows that things are not going good, they are going great. We’re more than flush to do a few good deeds on the house and the only problem is we’re not seeing anyone that really needs some major saving. I could send Isaac to do a few things if needed but a couple minor donations of funding so people can get the hell out of their problems would do it all the same. Mostly we quibble about how and why when I catch Imelda up in a slip.

“Well I spoke with some Devil’s Best and one in particular is going to help Stuart out in Cali whether he likes it or not,” my fiery Latina says and I pop in on the conversation.

“Whether who likes it or not,” I ask the loaded question.

“Whether Stuart likes it or not, his name came up and a few of them were wondering about him so I told them,” She says being vague.

“Wife you need to tell me if you sent Hawk to California to force Stuart to take action,” I tell her in a stern tone.

“I didn’t send anyone to do anything and Hawk hopes he does what needs to be done,” She informs me getting confrontational.

“Imelda who did you send down to California,” I ask flat out and the rest of my wives are backing us apart in case an argument breaks out.

“I didn’t send anyone they wanted to go themselves and you don’t tell me what to do when it comes to our family and our business,” Imelda snaps and realizes her words a second too late.

I’m hot, nuclear hot and every one of my wives knows it. I built this business and the only reason they are involved is because I the kept asking me to help. I could, I use the word loosely mind you, could run it all myself and keep them out of it but I don’t. Now I’m told how it’s OUR business and that I’m out of a decision making process, yeah that doesn’t fly but I’m not the one to speak first.

“Imelda we all agreed that we were going to listen to Guy days ago. If he changed his mind because we spoke with him about it then fine but we need to trust him,” Matty says taking my side and keeping me from speaking.

“I didn’t make a decision, I answered some questions and told them where to find him,” Imelda explains clarifying,” They do something then it’s on them to do it. I didn’t send them.”

“Okay so people ask about Stuart, aside from Hawk and his wife who the fuck would care about what happens to my protégé,” I ask more than a bit annoyed.

Stuart: Same time

I can’t say I understand Guy, he was down here and Natsuko said he was looking into Chez but he just turns around and heads home telling me that it’s up to me to deal with it. Not something I expected honestly. How do I spend the next two weeks, school and working out honestly. I have no clue where to start but I have Robin and Trinity keeping me at the gym while I push through my classes. I contact Jun for advice but he says the same thing Guy did ‘It happened to you Stuart, figure out what you want to do about it and do it’. Not very helpful and I figure it’s past and gone as I’m lifting weights while Robin and Trinity are on elliptical machines talking.

“So you really had sex with Stuart because you wanted to,” Robin asks and I’m thankful that nobody else is around right now.

“Yeah, it was better than I thought it would be,” Trin says looking back to me and smiling a little,” And he was right. Remove all the ‘who did what to who’ and just make it about enjoying ourselves.”

“Whom,” Robin says and Trinity looks confused,” Who did what to whom. You said who too much and sounded like an owl.”

Both of them laugh and I actually have to chuckle a little at the joke. We finish and I head back to my dorm after saying goodbye to the ladies when I realize I have a shadow, I play stupid and walk out of the shadow’s sight before pressing against a wall to wait for them to pass. They get only a few steps by when I see who it is.

“Jamal you can just use my name to catch up to me,” I tell him causing a quick turn of shock.

“Shit for a big guy you are fast man,” my new friend informs me and we shake hands.

We get back to my room and I discover that Richard is out for the evening. He’s been spending his time away from the dorm but it doesn’t bother me and I don’t feel the need to hang on when he’s getting himself into something. Jamal sits on my bed while I take my computer chair and hand him a sports drink.

“What brings you around here,” I ask happy to see him.

“Well I was bored and came by to see what you were up to. We hang out but I need to get you out in the world a little more man. I know you have a couple girls around here but there is a big bright world of good women out there waiting for a real knight in shining armor,” Jamal says with humor.

“I’m not a good guy Jamal, I’m the animal,” I joke back and he begins to sing a little.

“Why must I be like that, why must I chase the cat, Nothin but the dog in me,” He belts out and I discover he can do a bit more than dance.

“That’s good man, you one of those gospel guys turned hip hop sensation,” I joke.

“More like I took a couple hobbies and made them into something more except for the fact that I can’t really get noticed. I need connections like you got,” He tells me and I immediately go on defense.

“So you’re here to have me help you get in with the song and dance crowd? I am just the new guy in my own job man,” I start but he stops me.

“No I mean I need ones like yours but for me. I ain’t asking for you to help me man. Besides I’ve seen you dance and I don’t think you can help me in that skill,” Jamal jokes and I calm down,” Besides I decided to look up someone for you.”

I sit back as Jamal tells me a bit about Chez and after two minutes I know that he’s a genuine asshole. He’s been arrested but not for anything impressive, mostly disorderly conduct and inciting general douche baggery. Also a fist fighter, like a street boxer, got kicked out of three gyms growing up because even though he was good he did things the quick and dirty way, so it’s not just me. He’s done some singing, if you can call what he sounds like singing, which is how Jamal did some digging on him. I’m not against punk screeching but he sounds like his penis was caught in a blender. Jamal and I continue to joke and talk till he heads out leaving me alone on a school night.

They say in life when it rains it pours, work out in the morning cancelled because of leaking in the workout room I was going to use thanks to the fucking rainstorm that decided to piss all over campus. I never had an umbrella but now I’m getting a work out running across campus, taking the car is ridiculous since there is no good parking, and thankfully I’m not the only one who is drenched and in need of a towel during a couple classes. That rain lasts a day and I’m into my Wednesday when Richard runs up to us looking a little concerned.

“Stuart run,” he tells me and I pause confused.

“Run? From what or to where,” I ask wondering what is going on.

“Dude there is a scary ass woman roaming the campus looking for you,” He says and I chuckle,” No man she already sent a few from the emo crew running when one told her that her leather was a little worn.”

“Leather and she’s hunting for me,” I ask and he nods,” Where?”

“Stuart maybe we should head to your room or somewhere private,” Robin says but I’m up and moving after Richard.

As I’m following Richard I am pretty sure of who is here for me and it makes me smile a bit.