4.2: No One Tames Her

WARNING: Themes that could offend/be sensitive for certain belief systems are mentioned

   I was outside, with the dogs. Calina and I had adopted a puppy, Floozy, shortly after she moved in with me. I loved the dogs, and Calina to death. I glanced up at the sky. The sun was preparing to set. Nothing odd for an Autumn's night. Our one year anniversary was approaching, slowly. I was nervous and excited.
  "Parker!" I heard Calina's lovely screeches. 
  "Are you alright?" I dropped the treat I was holding, I attempted to train Floozy how to sit.
  "Yes, of course." She rolled her eyes, waddling out the front door. "Other than the fact that I feel like an obese penguin."
   "An obese penguin?" I chuckled.
   "Stop laughing!" Her nine month pregnant stomach had caused her to be very insecure about her weight.
    "You're gorgeous, honey."
    "I know." Her modesty had grown with her stomach.
     "Are you excited about the baby?" I tried leaning in to kiss her. She pushed me away.
    "Parker, stop."
    "Stop what?"
    "Doting on me. Treating me all special. This stupid accident," She pointed to her midsection, "Does not make me special."
     "I want you and the baby to be alright."
'    "And I will be. Look, thousands of babies are born everyday. In some countries,  men aren't even included. They provide what they have to to make a baby and you never involve them in parenting at all."
     "This is America. Not a tribal country. I'm here for you."
     "I don't fudging want you to be!" She screamed. "I hate being pregnant, I hate fudging children, and I hate you!"
     "Why? I-I'm sorry."
     "We said when we first  started dating that if anything like this happened I would get an abortion. You convinced me not to! Said I would love parenting and there was always adoption. I wanted a fudging abortion and  now I can't get one."
     "You..." I was at a loss for words. I understood abortions; I wasn't against them, but could Calina really feel that way? About her own child she would be having in a few days?
     "No. I just...I haven't traveled since we first met. Rome and Venice and Beijing; all my plans gone. Gone! I'm leaving."
      "You-I-can't we."
      "Do you want your child?" She spat.
      "Our child."
      "No. I want nothing to do with it. It's yours. You wanted to keep the fudging son or daughter of a bitch? Fine. But don't drag me into it."
       "Calina. Please." I begged. I was nineteen. I couldn't be a single parent. I couldn't be.
        "No."
        "I love you."
        "Just stop."
        "When are you leaving?"
        "After the brat is out. And I'm taking Floozy and Gabby."
        "You-tak-" My heart wasn't being broken; it was being stabbed into a billion little pieces. Leaving me as a single dad? Bad. Horrible. But taking the two things I had reaming from my old life? This was horrible. Awful. My child...without a mother? Is no mother better than one who hates you? Does Calina really hate her child, or does she hate the idea of having to take care of some parent dependent baby?
      "I'm sorry. But...I told you." Don't try and  stop her. That's exactly what she said. I need to though. But I can't. She has to go; keeping her here would only make things worse. "Parker, I don't hate you...I just. Can't handle things. I'm sorry. Maybe...you'll understand. I can't handle things like this."
     "Like this? Like what, being a mom?!" I tried screaming, but I couldn't. She was leaving. She never had been mine to keep. She was passing through; stopping to smell the roses and ending up knocked up. This wasn't part of her life. Travel was. I knew that.
      "I..." SHe glanced down, walking back inside. Gabby and Floozy followed her.
      "What have- dammit." I hadn't done anything. I couldn't keep her here and I couldn't make her leave. Only she could do that.
     I walked to the elevator, pressing the floor button. I wanted to avoid her. I wanted to go to a bar and- do what? I thought. I wasn't twenty-one. I haven't ever drank alcohol. Calina was old enough to, but I always declined her offer when she said she would buy me beer. I rode up on the elevator, listening to cheesy music. Was this? It couldn't be. Madame G? As in, my mother. Wow. I chuckled. My mother, who began producing songs at least two decades ago, was reduced to a simple instrumental and cheery lyrics meant to be played while you rode the elevator. If she was here, she would faint.
     My life was falling apart, while I listened to a decade and a half ballad about starting over, sung by my mother who use to do some very disturbing things. Well, disturbing to me. I remember when Maverick found the video. It was before she met my dad; it was made shortly after she graduated high school. She was in a werewolf film, herself being the lead werewolf. She ended up being captured by vampires and... a variety of scenes that showed parts of the human body you didn't particularly want to see, especially when they where your mother's, where scattered through the film. Apparently she's very flexible.
    I torn my mind away from the memories; as horribly scarring they where, they where memories. Maverick wasn't quite insane yet, my mother nearly died when she walked into the living room, seeing what was displayed on the laptop screen. She took away the computer and had our father lecture us. I could tell that he was trying to be serious, but Maverick kept giggling. She knew exactly what was going to happen after we went to bed.
    I arrived at my floor, exiting the elevator. The apartment door was unlocked, so I didn't have the few seconds it would take to use my key to collect myself. Floozy and Gabby where playing. It nearly made me burst into tears; something I avoided. They where going away, soon enough. I could probably bring in a lawsuit; make Calina pay child support and leave me with the dogs, but it wouldn't be worth it. I had the money for the best lawyers; Calina had none. I operated on a what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine basis, but if she was leaving...I couldn't think about it. I busied myself, looking through the fridge for something to drink. Calina hadn't bought alcohol, since she was pregnant, in the past nine months so any chance of me drowning my sorrows before I became a father was gone.
     "Parker." She moaned. She was standing by the TV.
     "What?" I glanced at her, upset, but trying to avoid being rude.
     "I-I...my water just broke!"
     "What!?" I screamed. "We have to get you to a hospital." I began panicking. I couldn't be a father. Not yet. I wasn't ready. The sooner the baby came, the sooner she left.
     "No....no...OHHOWW." She screamed. "Too late. Can't."
     "You...no. I'm going to go."
     "Parker." She shook her head. "It's too-OWWW late. The baby is coming. Now."
     "Now?" I turned into a senseless blob. Now? As in...I was about to become a dad. I helped Calina onto the couch, as she stretched out. "Get ready." I said. "I can..." I felt faint. I could see the head.It was coming. "One, two-"
     "What are y-OWWW SUGAR! Sugar! Nobody fudging counts."
     "Push!" I screamed.
     "What the fudge do you think I'm doing? Having tea with the-SUGAR. FUDGE! Hell, I-OWW gawd."
     "It's a boy." I announced, wrapping my son in blankets I had found in the bathroom closet.
     "What do you want to name-"
     "OWWW! What the fudge was that? Dammit. And we're naming him Steven."
     "I...another head." I felt ready to pass out. She was having twins. "Push!" A few minutes later, I was holding my second child. My second son. "Chase." I said, smiling. His name was Chase.
     "Let me see them."
     "I-" Should she really? If she was leaving?
     "Give the babies to me, Parker." She said, slowly. "I had them without any epidural or pain meds or whatever. I deserve a glance." I gently placed Steven in one arm and Chase in the other.
     "Your sons." I said.
     "My sons." She took a breath.
     "Help me stand."
     "Shouldn't you rest? You just popped out two kids."
     "Help me stand."
     "Okay." I gently placed the babies on the couch, as Calina stood. She picked both bundles of joy up and waddled to the nursery. I understood. This was a private moment for her; she was leaving. I glanced at the couch. I would defiantly need to reupholster it and bleach it. Or just buy a new one. Sons. Twins. I was a dad. Wow...I couldn't be ready for this. And with Calina gone... one baby, maybe I could handle that on my own. But two? I sat on the floor. This was going to be rough.

-Calina's POV-

   Sons. I didn't like children; so needy and useless. Holding my own two sons didn't change that. I still disliked children.But I felt a sense of pride. I had created something, two somethings, with Parker. And they where gorgeous. I still couldn't stay, though. I need travel and adventure. I don't settle down; it isn't what I do. It's better they never know me, than for me to suddenly pack up and leave. The first day of kindergarten. Sixth grade jitters. High school graduation. Fifth grade talent shows. I could leave during anyone of those; them wondering when I'll be back. But I wouldn't. If I leave early, maybe Parker can find a new someone. Someone to be their mother. Someone who won't leave.
   "Goodbye." I said, as I rocked Steven."Be good for daddy. I know you probably can't hear me, but I know you'll understand. I'm your mo-Calina. I'm Calina. You won't remember me, but be good... you'll have someone, a really mommy one day. She'll be better than I will. I know I shouldn't leave, but...I can't be a mommy. I'd hate it and you'd hate me. This way, you'll grow up and maybe one day have somebody to take pictures on your birthday and bake you cookies for class when it's your birthday." I gently placed him in his crib.
   I walked over to Chase's crib, picking him up. "You'll be a good man. Just like daddy. You and your brother both will be. I dunno if you heard me talking to your twin, so...am I suppose to say the same thing? Be equal. Cause I always thought just cause you shared a womb, doesn't mean you're the same person. Sorry. Here it goes. I...Chase I know life will be hard, but I'm...I won't be there. Here. Anywhere. You won't know me. But your daddy does. He'll be in a lot of pain and be good, okay? Just...don't look for me. I mean, don't expect me to come back. If you get a new mommy, love her for me. Don't regret never meeting me. Just...move on. Be good for daddy and to your brother. Be adventurous and fearless. You too, Steven." I placed him in his crib, sighing. I was ready. I really was leaving.
    I walked to the front door, where my suitcase and the doggy crates where waiting. "Goodbye, Parker." He was on the floor, crumbling. "Just...don't chase after me. Find someone new. Find a mother for the boys. I...you'll be a great dad."
    "Do you love us?" He asked, not looking up.
    "Do I-?" I felt a pang of guilt. I... "I'm sorry." I shook my head. "I want the best for you and the boys, and I hope you stay healthy and don't do anything dumb, and I hope they grow up with your brains and looks, cause then they'll be handsome and smart."
     "But you don't love us?"
     "No. But I care..."
     "I-I...you care." He said slowly.
     "It isn't the same. I know...just. move on. For me. Please?"
     "Why should I do anything for you?"
     "Because." I said simply. "I'm leaving you with your sons. I could have put them up for adoption or run to court, but I know you're the best thing or them. You need to move on for them. They can't grow up with daddy living in regret and pain."
     "Why leave?"
     "Parker...goodbye. I'm leaving so  you have the chance to move on and the boys don't grow up missing me. You can't miss someone you never met."
      "They will."
      "Just find someone. For me. Find someone who wants that huge family you do." I walked out the door, the dogs with me. I was gone. There wasn't any coming back for me.

NOTE: If this chapter reaches three comments (excluding my replies) I will post chapter 4.4! Yay! Yes you can comment as anonymous, I just really want feedback! What do you guys think so far?  I'm almost halfway done and, this being my first legacy, am so excited I made it this far.  *Hugs to you all*

4.1: Cheater

   Soft skin. Dark eyes. Vanilla. Her perfume still lingering in his nose. The tears of anger. Comforting her. Her kissing him. Him wanting to kiss her back. Beauty. Him kissing her. Her skin so soft. Her eyes bright. They talked. Stopped kissing. He had a taste of her. She wanted more. He agreed. She was glad. They went out of the waiting area. The office. Musty leather and books; like a library. The dog, in the waiting area. Her tears wiped away. Slowly, settling down on the couch. Unbuttoning his shirt. Slipping her sweater off. Kicking shoes aside. Letting him inside. The floor. Couch. Wall. Agreeing it will never happen again. Her coming over the next day. He wants  her. Again.  Five more times, over a few weeks. Sixth. Not love, passion. Lust. Memories and the hidden. Hiding it.

   I stepped inside her home, quietly. I was nervous; if this got out, my career would be ruined. She was standing still, waiting. Her hair curled. Jewelery on, heels, and a mini dress. I wanted her. I knew I did. But I couldn't.
   "We can't keep doing this."

   "He's in California, looking for a home for us to move into. We'll be fine."
   "You're getting married in three days."
   "I want you so bad..you're... he's nice, but he's so  blank. He's older and can provide and I love him...but in the bedroom." She raised an eyebrow.
   "Seriously? The bedroom." I chuckled. We'd done it in my office,  her living room, my bathroom, my office several more times; I'm fairly certain it needs to be bleached down after what happened two nights ago, and several hotels. Never her bedroom or mine.
   "I have a roommate We can't go into my bedroom. Besides, I only have a single bed and your room smells like dog."
   "Because I have a dog."
   "I need to shower. Look... this is something we've got. I met you at your office and I've never cheated before. Once. Like a bachelorrette party over several weeks and instead of some bought and paid for stripper, we have this...thing."
   "I'm not going to say no. Especially after the last time..."
   "I can let you do whatever you want, again."
   "Okay." I smiled.
   "Last time, I promise."
   "You said that last time."
   "I'm serious. In a few days, I'll be living in California perfectly married."
   "Will you tell him?"
   "No."
   "This is wrong, then."
   "Don't go all PI on me. I need to shower." She turned away, walking to the bathroom.

   I was in a moral dilemma. I didn't love her; this honestly was just sex. I followed her. One last time. it couldn't hurt.

   I dried off, as she dressed in her bedroom. Meredith was dynamite. Bodacious dynamite. She had come to my office shortly after we'd talked on the phone. She was upset that her father in law didn't trust her enough, or at all, and a PI had to solve their family issues. She started crying and I hugged her, saying it would be alright. Before I knew it, we where kissing, then our clothes where discarded and we both where laying there wondering what happened. We decided to continue the relationship, sneaking around. Horny? Call her up. It wasn't one night stands and it wasn't friends with benefits. It was worse. It was horrible. It was cheating.
   "I feel sick." I commented, as we ate.
   "Thanks." She rolled her eyes. "Glad to hear my culinary degree paid off."
   "I didn't mean it like that."
   "What did you mean?"
   "I let you cheat."
   "Look, it's all me. I wanted to. You said okay."
   "Exactly. I said okay."
   "If I hadn't asked you wouldn't of."
   "Just..."
   "You're eighteen. You're suppose to play around and experiment. Quit feeling guilty."
    "Don't you feel guilty?"
    "Look, we've dated for six years. I get bored every so often."
    "Bored?"
    "You're a nice kid and all, but damn are you clueless. Especially for a detective."
    "I-I..."
    "I'm home!" I heard a voice cry out. A female voice. "Italy was amazing! I don't get why you hate traveling, Meredith.  freaking love it."
    "You're roommate?" I asked.
    "Yes." She whispered. "I have to hide you."
    "Meredith, did you know that your almost in laws sent roses? Cool, huh."
    "Yeah, Calina." She pushed me into the bathroom, while the one girl, Calina pranced by.
    "OH my god. They sent a card asking when they'll get grand kids. I hate kids. Needy and annoying and you can't travel with them."
    "Cal, how about we go in my room?"
    "Our room."
    "Same difference."
    "I can't believe that we'll not be living with each other in a few days..." I heard Meredith's roommate say, as they walked away.
    I opened the door to sneak out the front. The home was small; sneaking was easy. As I tip toed past their bedroom, I pressed my ear against the door. Whispers filled my ear.
    "Mere did you tell the handsome blonde pizza guy that you're getting married?"
    "This morning."
    "Thank goodness. I can't believe you cheated on your husband!"
    "Fiance."
    "Same difference."
    "I have to admit, though. Mr. Blonde came over once looking for you when I was here and wow! He's super hot. Too bad you hmhm with him. That would make it weird." She's cheating on me, the guy she's cheating on her husband with? With a pizza delivery man? Angered, I flung open the door.
   "What the h-" The room was split right down the middle; whomever decorated it had split personality disorder. Something I knew well about, too; Maverick's list of many disorders included that one. Half of the room was decorated in blues and yellows. It was very Victorian in style. Four poster bed, with a canopy, vintage artwork, and  lacy curtains, all matching the color scheme. The other half was a teen girl disaster. Everything was pink, with no particular theme. A bunny rug, posters, knick knacks, and objects of no purpose filled the space besides antique French Renaissance chairs and a bed their was barely room for.
    "Parker?" Meredith paused.
    "Who's that?" Calina turned to look at me. "Oh gaw, Mere.  Cheating? Again? On the guy you're cheating on your husband with?"
    "Fiance."
    "That doesn't matter!" I exclaimed.
    "Look....I began sleeping with two guys around the same time."
    "What?!" Calina and I both exclaimed.
     "I assume you're one of the guys?" She spun around to face me."
     "Yeah." I glanced at my shoes. "Honestly...I..."
     "She's almost married."
     "I should go." Meredith slipped out the bedroom door, leaving Calina and I in awkward silence.
     "I'm so sorry...I just. I dunno." I shrugged. I had no excuse. No feelings; nothing why I needed Meredith.
     "Let's...Meredith usually is a totally snobby proper brat."
     "Really?" She was pretty wild in the...well not her bedroom. Mine.

     "Yeah. he got bored and experimented one night when I ordered pizza. I figured it was wedding jitters; you know, some one night stand. Nothing actually meant something. That night, she headed off to a PI's office.''
     "That's me. Parker Janes. Private Investigator." I stuck out my hand.
     "Calina Rice. Surprisingly interested in you."
     "You're what?" I asked, as she shook my hand. Interested? In me? "I slept with your sister." I blurted out. 
     "And I'm going to ignore that fact. Look, I love adventure and you obviously do, too..."
    "No."
    "What?"
    "If I'm going to do this thing again- if you want it, no. I really don't want a relationship with the relationship and just sex." Calina cringed.
    "You're mature for a nineteen year old." I shrugged. "Look, how about I ask you out on a date. I like you. You're honest and adventurous and handsome."
     "What about a picnic? The fireworks are coming up in a week. We could watch the fourth of July celebration."
     "Sounds like a plan. Parker. Just... don't let this ruin you, okay?"
     "What ruin me?"
     "If we break up, don't fall apart. I like you, but...I just have trouble settling down."
     "I..." I nodded, not quite sure what she meant. Settling down? Huh? I could make sure she didn't get bored. I mean, isn't that what she meant? I could...an analogy.  Tame the lion? I always hated English class, something my father ironically
loved.
    "I will leave, may be one, two, seventeen, or forty years from now. You have to let me go."
    "Forty years?" I wasn't thinking past four minutes ahead what I had to, much less forty years.
    "Just don't be surprised. Don't hold me back. I will leave and I will still love you. And I will not want to, but I  have too. I need travel. It's my life."
    "I can travel with you."
    "No." She sighed.
    "Why does it feel like we're breaking up, without even going on a first date?"
    "Because unless you've got magic powers, and if anyone does, you do, I will."
    "I could make you stay?" I was confused. I was nineteen. Her? Stay?
    "I just want to tell you, before we begin. So I hurt you as little is possible. Understand?" I blindly agreed to what she was saying, completely unsure of the insanity I was engulfing myself in. I would be drowning soon enough.

4.0: Solving Mysteries

   I hurried from the police station, tired. I'd been doing low level police work in between cases. I was trying to gain popularity in the world of crime- something quite difficult to do, regardless of whether you where a hero or a criminal. I was lucky in someways; I made my own hours. The officers treated me as if PI stood for personal immaculate-r.  I could come in at ten, if I over slept or leave at one if I became fed up with the file papers, go on Dunkin' Donuts runs, repeat routine.
   I was lucky; I'd solved several cases. Snooping around, appeasing the ignorance of Bridgeport was far from ideal; most people's ideas of PI meant someone to yell at the neighbor because the maple leaves had fallen into their hot tub. A case was a case, though and I loved helping people, regardless of how silly it seems. There was a problem; a mystery and I'd solve it. It was my job; my love.
   I paid the taxi driver, generously tipping him. I arrived in my apartment's lobby. I checked the mailboxes. A charity had sent me a thank you for my donation; they wanted to find a way to thank me for keeping them from shutting down. I fumbled around in my pocket, pulling out  a check and an old sticky note. I scribbled a four figure number on the check, making it out to the charity. 'No need for thanks.' I scribbled on the post it, placing both slips of paper into the return envelope that came stampeded. I stuck it back in the mailbox, as I pressed the fourth floor button, riding the elevator up to my apartment.

    "Hey Gabby." I threw open the apartment door, smiling. She smiled greeted me, excitedly. It was like we hadn't seen each other since forever, when in reality it had just been a few hours. "You glad to see me?" She wagged her tail, barking. "Me too." I leaned down to pet her.
    I'd adopted Gabby, my dog who was a mix of several breeds, shortly after Maverick was shipped off to Crazy Central. The apartment was lonely, large and empty. I needed someone to share it with and I wasn't about to try and find a mail order bride, just because I hated living alone.
     I was a private investigator. Thrilling? At times.  Lady magnet? Not exactly, considering that I wasn't exactly advertising my status, especially during undercover work.

  "What's that?" I leaned down, picking up the slightly slobber covered newspaper. I had trained Gabby to get the newspaper for my every morning. Everyday I would come home, read the paper, while Gabby played with her toys. Lately, she was favoring the hot dog chew toy.
    "Woof!" She barked, running off to the doggy playroom slash office, also know as Maverick's old bedroom. I followed her, sitting down on the futon.
     "Huh." I started reading the classifieds. PI NEEDED lined the top. Call at YAY-SIMS Interesting. I needed a new case; something real, something not 'Hi, can I have five large mocha lattes and a baker's dozen?' I took out my cell and dialed the number.
    "Hello sir, this is Parker Janes with Janes Investigations."
    "Did you see the ad?"
    "Yes, sir. How may I be of service?"
    "My neighbor has been moaning like a hyena who has had too much laughing gas at the dentist! Every night, there's a male coming over to the home, I'm aware that the girl has a boyfriend, my son, and am afraid she's cheating on him."
    "Do you have your son's consent?"
    "No."
    "I can work with. Would you like to meet at my office?"
    "Please, no. I don't want anything to seem out of the ordinary. How about near the bookstore?"
    "Alright."
    "Tonight? Nine?"
    "Yes, sir." I hung up, overjoyed. I wasn't glad that my client's son's girlfriend was unfaithful, but I was happy that I had a case. I prepared dinner, salad, the one thing I couldn't burn and mess up. I filled Gabby's bowl to the brim, the leaned down and petted her goodbye. "I'll be back."
    "Wooof." She sadly said. I stared into her puppy dog eyes, sighing. I hated leaving her; she always got this sad look on her face, begging me to stay.
    "I'll be back soon." I stepped outside, locking the door. I rode the elevator down and hailed a taxi. "Bookstore, please." I rode in silence. Not my first case, but still one of the first ten.
    "Mr. Janes?" I heard the man exclaim when I exited the taxi.
    "Yes, sir?"
    "I need you to solve this case fast. My son is thinking of proposing to her, see. He doesn't know about her late night adventures, see."
    "What's the girlfriend's name?"
    "Meredith Rice. Nice girl, really. I have her address and an email she sent me, confirming the birthday party we planned for my son a few weeks ago. "
    "Can you forward me the email?"
    "Anything to help with the case."
    "I'll trace her IP address and hack her email, seeing if I can find anything."
    "Will it take long?"
    "It depends, sir. You're cooperation helps the investigation. If she has anything incriminating in her email, the case will move much faster."
    "Okay." He sighed. "I have to go. They're coming over for dinner tonight. Try and solve the case. I don't want to ask her; she might think I'm stalking her. I know... I care hear physical sounds. I'm aware that she's..."
    "Yes, sir. I understand." We exchanged some small talk, my rates, and finally we left. I rode home, thinking. Meredith Rice. Was she cheating?

   I arrived at my office the next morning, with Gabby in tow. I had a weekly cleaning service that always cleaned well, allowing me to bring my lovable dog to the office. The email was sitting in my inbox. I quickly traced the IP address, hacking into her inbox. Spam, spam, Last Night! I clicked on the last night email.

From: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Subject: Last Night!
Thanks for coming over last night. Srry about issues. :) Love ya.

To: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Re: Last Night!
No problem. ;) He'll love it. Mere, I don't like sneaking around. Could we tell him?

From: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Re:Re: Last Night
Not yet. We don't want him to be upset. He doesn't like me; I can tell. Look, I love you. A lot...I just...we broke up a month ago. But...he doesn't know yet. He wants you to settle down and was going to force you into proposing. Your dad wants us to get married; well, not us but you. He wants you to settle down. We broke up from the pressure...I love you.

To: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Re:Re:Re: Last Night
Will you marry me?

From: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Re:Re:Re:Re: Last Night
Haha. I already said yes yesterday night. We can tell him soon.

From: meredith.rice@sims3email.net
Re:Re:Re:Re:Re: Last Night
Thank you. :DD

   That was odd. She was engaged to- I glanced at the recipient of the emails. The man's son?! Time to make a phone call.
   "Hello?" He answered.
   "Sir, did your son break up with Meredith?"
   "Uh," He paused.
   "Sir, lying will only prolong the investigation."
   "Yes." He sighed. "He's already thirty three and she's only twenty-four. They love each other, but he needs to settle down with a woman who's his age, not some college aged whore."
   "Why did they break up?"
   "I told he she slept with his brother." He was crying. "I ruined their happiness! I-I-" I comforted him for a few minutes, then called Meredith.
   "Hello, Meredith Rice." She answered, happily.
   "Ma'am, this is Parker Janes with Janes Investigations."
   "For the hundredth time, I'm completely faithful!"
   "Excuse me?"
   "My almost father in law called you, didn't he?"
   "Yes."
   "I'm coming over to your office. I'll look up the address in the phone book." She hung up. She was incredibly angry and aggravated. I felt awful; she was secretly engaged to the man's son, hiding it from him because he hated her and all she wanted was to live happily ever after. This wasn't what I pictured life as a PI as. Did anyone?

And the Generation Heir is...

Parker Janes! Parker and Maverick where neck and neck with votes, but Parker came out on top.
Maverick- 4
Parker- 5
Total- 9

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Generation's 1-3 Bloopers

   I've taken many pictures during the many generations of my legacy (....by many, I mean three). These pictures are ones I no longer have a need or use for, but are still taking up space on my PC. I couldn't bring myself to just delete them, never letting them make an appearance on this blog, but I couldn't use them in any actual story.
    Therefore, I decided to create a new post idea/6,500 views gift for you fabulous peoples. Every three-four generations, I'll make a Bloopers post. It'll be called Bloopers or Throwback (I haven't decided which). Comment and let me know which name you like best, and whether you want more Throwback threads. 
   For easy organization, the pictures are under a Generation X subtitle. I haven't sorted each generations pictures by date, they're random.

Generation One

Generation Two

Generation Three