first place.
So, it seems that I will not get my chance to establish a relationship with my family after all. These letters hopefully will help all of you find peace. I have written a letter to Sarah and Margaret as well, telling them different things. You may all share the letters amongst yourselves as you wish.
I just wanted all of you to know that I do love you all, and I am deeply sorry for all that I did to make all of your lives a living hell. I regret everything that I have ever done in my life, because it seems that all my deeds in this life have involved some kind of wickedness. I know that now. I wish all of you all the happiness in the world. All that happiness that I did not have, I wish for all of you.
There is not much more to say. I do not expect your forgiveness, but if I get it, I will be eternally grateful.
Love always,
Dad
After I read the letter a few times, I looked at Ryan. He was standing next to me, studying me, trying to gauge my reaction. He looked much different than before he saw his father. He was no longer pale, and his eyes no longer had the depths of hurt in them. He looked…serene. And sorrowful, but in a different way than before. It was more like he was sorrowful for losing somebody that he just realized he loved, as opposed to hurt because of everything that person did to him.
I didn’t really have words. This was so profound, it seemed that anything I would say woul d be trivial. Ryan had gone through so much in his life, all of which was directly attributable to his father’s behavior, and he finally got the answers he had always sought. And, by the looks of things, he forgave his father, as well.
This was huge.
Finally, I spoke. “This is perhaps the greatest thing that has ever happened to you.”
He smiled. “Well, second greatest thing,” he said, taking me in his arms. “Behind meeting you, of course.” Then he kissed me.
One thing was certain. Even though I found myself wavering about my feelings for him, his magnetic attraction for me never dimmed. I felt that kiss as I have always felt all of his kisses. Every hair stood on end, and my body felt flushed and warm.
We ended up making love on the grassy area behind the bluff, both of us almost fully clothed. I was wearing a skirt, and he laid me down and slipped off my panties. Then he unzipped his pants, and lowered his underwear, and entered me right there, his pants and underwear around his knees, kissing me passionately on the lips the entire time. He raised my arms above my head, holding my wrists firmly in place while he thrust hungrily. We were in plain view of anybody who would be walking by, be it Sarah or one of the help, but neither of us cared. He evidently had a need for me right then, and I always craved him as well.
Afterwards, we were spent, and lay there on the grass after dressing ourselves again. I was on my side, and Ryan lay perpendicular, his head on my waist. I stroked his hair, as he talked.
“I feel like a 1,000 pound weight has been lifted off of me,” he said. “All my life, I have felt this kind of suffocation. This anxiety. This fear. I have tried so hard to shake it, and I have to admit that meeting you helped me do that for the most part. But it was still always there, lingering.” He hesitated, grabbing my hand, and playing with my fingers lightly. “Now, it is completely gone. Completely gone. I have forgiven my father for what he did to me, and I have even understood him. How broken he is. He wanted me to be like him, and I was in a way. Both of us broken, just acting out in different ways. Me with drugs, him with abuse and sex addiction. And raiding companies. The irony is, of course, that I was like him. He just didn’t know it.”
“I’m so happy for you. So very, very happy for you.”
“Ah, life would be perfect right now. If there weren’t the little matters of Rochelle on the loose, our private lives being trashed, my job, which is about to can me, and having
So, it seems that I will not get my chance to establish a relationship with my family after all. These letters hopefully will help all of you find peace. I have written a letter to Sarah and Margaret as well, telling them different things. You may all share the letters amongst yourselves as you wish.
I just wanted all of you to know that I do love you all, and I am deeply sorry for all that I did to make all of your lives a living hell. I regret everything that I have ever done in my life, because it seems that all my deeds in this life have involved some kind of wickedness. I know that now. I wish all of you all the happiness in the world. All that happiness that I did not have, I wish for all of you.
There is not much more to say. I do not expect your forgiveness, but if I get it, I will be eternally grateful.
Love always,
Dad
After I read the letter a few times, I looked at Ryan. He was standing next to me, studying me, trying to gauge my reaction. He looked much different than before he saw his father. He was no longer pale, and his eyes no longer had the depths of hurt in them. He looked…serene. And sorrowful, but in a different way than before. It was more like he was sorrowful for losing somebody that he just realized he loved, as opposed to hurt because of everything that person did to him.
I didn’t really have words. This was so profound, it seemed that anything I would say woul d be trivial. Ryan had gone through so much in his life, all of which was directly attributable to his father’s behavior, and he finally got the answers he had always sought. And, by the looks of things, he forgave his father, as well.
This was huge.
Finally, I spoke. “This is perhaps the greatest thing that has ever happened to you.”
He smiled. “Well, second greatest thing,” he said, taking me in his arms. “Behind meeting you, of course.” Then he kissed me.
One thing was certain. Even though I found myself wavering about my feelings for him, his magnetic attraction for me never dimmed. I felt that kiss as I have always felt all of his kisses. Every hair stood on end, and my body felt flushed and warm.
We ended up making love on the grassy area behind the bluff, both of us almost fully clothed. I was wearing a skirt, and he laid me down and slipped off my panties. Then he unzipped his pants, and lowered his underwear, and entered me right there, his pants and underwear around his knees, kissing me passionately on the lips the entire time. He raised my arms above my head, holding my wrists firmly in place while he thrust hungrily. We were in plain view of anybody who would be walking by, be it Sarah or one of the help, but neither of us cared. He evidently had a need for me right then, and I always craved him as well.
Afterwards, we were spent, and lay there on the grass after dressing ourselves again. I was on my side, and Ryan lay perpendicular, his head on my waist. I stroked his hair, as he talked.
“I feel like a 1,000 pound weight has been lifted off of me,” he said. “All my life, I have felt this kind of suffocation. This anxiety. This fear. I have tried so hard to shake it, and I have to admit that meeting you helped me do that for the most part. But it was still always there, lingering.” He hesitated, grabbing my hand, and playing with my fingers lightly. “Now, it is completely gone. Completely gone. I have forgiven my father for what he did to me, and I have even understood him. How broken he is. He wanted me to be like him, and I was in a way. Both of us broken, just acting out in different ways. Me with drugs, him with abuse and sex addiction. And raiding companies. The irony is, of course, that I was like him. He just didn’t know it.”
“I’m so happy for you. So very, very happy for you.”
“Ah, life would be perfect right now. If there weren’t the little matters of Rochelle on the loose, our private lives being trashed, my job, which is about to can me, and having
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