Alan Steps In

NO! Not Alan. Not now! This was not how he was supposed to find out. I am still shook to my core from seeing my mother again, how was supposed to deal with this too!? Fate had been so kind to me recently, my life had overflowed with blessings, but the bill had just come due.

Alan’s gray eyes dart about the group of us as he takes in the situation. It doesn’t take a detective to figure out things were not on friendly terms back here. Sensing the energy his whole body subtly tenses.

“Who are you people?” Alan says as he walks out onto the deck already on guard. He had probably heard some yelling and the tension out here was thick enough to cut with a knife. He tries to be subtle about it but I note how he angles himself to stand between myself and Lamar. Lamar notices too and steps out from Diane. There was some alpha male shit going on that I didn’t quite understand but I could recognize. The pair of them take each other’s measure in that way that fighters did. Alan was a giant but Lamar was no shrimp himself. He was also leaner, younger, and made his living curb stomping problem Johns. I think I recall Kit saying something once about him being an ex-boxer. I also knew he was armed. He was not a dude to mess with. Alan had no idea what he’d just walked into here. He looks over his shoulder to my mother and then to me. His eyes take note of my rosy, freshly slapped cheeks. “You okay Donny?”

“It’s okay Alan.” I say. “I can deal with this.”

He looks back to Diane and Lamar. “The hell you can.” He looks at Diane, the obvious leader of the pack. “You’re trespassing. Get off of my property.”

My mother’s face twists in disgust. “Is that your Sugar Daddy? Aw Donny, no. I shoulda guessed you were that way.” It seems Diane had not filled Lexie in with all of the details. “My kid’s a fuckin queer?”

I glare at her to shut the fuck up.

“Hey, he might be Daddy.” Diane grins with malevolent delight. “You sharing some sugar with Daddy too Donny?” She winks at Alan. “You plowin the twink? Or do you just like to…watch?”

Alan, understandably, is confused. “What the hell?”

“Oh, so you don’t know?” Diane laughs. “Ohhhh, this is delicious. Right under your nose! Ha ha ha!”

“Diane! Leave him out of this.” I say as a last attempt to cut this off so that I could try to pick up the pieces afterward, but the ball was already rolling and there was nothing I could do to stop it. “We can work something out later…”

“Too late kid.” She says. “I might have played nice had Evelyn not threatened me, or at least made it worth my while. A lousy thousand? I know she could have afforded more. Cheap bitch.”

“Evelyn?” Alan says with furrowed brow. “Do…do you know my wife?”

“Oh yes Alan. She and I go way back.”

“Thank fuck it’s the wife.” Lexie mutters.

“Alan, don’t listen to her.” I say, ignoring my bitch of a mother. “Just go back in the house. Evelyn and I will explain everything. I promise.”

“Evelyn and…you?” He looks toward me and I could already see a glimmer of suspicion in his steely expression. “Explain?”

“Alan…” I start.

“Tell him Donny.” Prods Diane. “Tell Alan about how you’ve been fucking his wife while he’s busting his ass at work.”

For a moment Alan’s face is blank as he turns the words over in his mind. He then shakes his head. “What?”

“Little Donny here’s been fucking your slut wife.”

“Don’t call her that!” He barks.

Diane, careful to keep Lamar between she and the wounded husband, carries on. “Real fucked up shit too. Mommy-Son shit. Makes me sick what they must say to each other as they…fuck.” She pours all of her mocking scorn into that last word. She was destroying this household and loving every second of it. “Ohhh Son! Do me better than Daddy!” Lamar cringes and laughs.

“Alan…we were going to tell you.” I say. “We…we never meant to hurt…”

“So it’s true!?” He snaps at me.

“Y-yes!” I nod. “Yes sir, it’s true. But…”

“While you’re at the office working those long hours Donny here’s been working your wife. Fucking her better than you ever could. On your dime too no doubt. You’re just the moron footing the bill as your wife gets the meat.” Diane goads, purposely pressing every button she could find. “What’s the matter big guy? Can’t keep your woman satisfied? Can’t get it up or something? Hmm?”

A dozen different emotions cross Alan’s rugged face, the most prominent ones being anger and hurt, before his granite stoicism reasserts itself. His jaw muscles flex but other than that he was a stone though I could not imagine what was going on inside of him. It was bad enough to find out that you were betrayed by your own longtime spouse, your partner and the mother of your child, by some scrawny twenty-three year old that he’d shown kindness to no less, but to have to be mocked and belittled as it happened? It was so humiliating!

“It wasn’t like that…” I try to say in his defense but Diane carried on.

“And Donny wasn’t the first. Oh no, he was just the last of the bunch. The one she decided to keep as her personal pet fuckboy.”

This one really hits Alan hard. Like a physical blow it staggers him.

“Over five years I’ve been bringing pretty little twinks out here to fuck your slut wife. She must have liked them, paid top dollar. There musta been two dozen? More? Boy after boy out here fucking your woman. Young, fit, some of them hung like a horse. Hired young stallions turning your bitch out as the old cuckolded stud is put to pasture. Think of it cuck. In YOUR house. In YOUR bed. Dozens of ’em. Fucking her again and again and…”

“No!” I exclaim. “She never slept with any of them Alan. It wasn’t like that. It really wasn’t.” I say. “I…I was the first she…bedded.”

“Yeah right.” Diane scoffs. “Is that what she told you? You’re as much a dumb fuck as he is.” She turns her attention back to Alan. “Listen, Alan, I don’t care what you do with the homewrecker. He’s all yours. But if you want this to stay between us…I’m gonna need five grand.”

Alan says nothing. With his fists clenched tight and his nostrils flaring he just glares at Diane. Lamar uncrosses his arms and holds them to his sides, coiled and ready in case Alan did something foolish.

She continues. “It would pretty damn embarrassing if it got out that you’re being cucked by a boy like him. Mmm?”

Alan snorts.

“And I’m sure your dear, sweet Evelyn wouldn’t be welcome at too many cocktail parties once they knew she was a client of someone like… me. Mmm?”

Alan shakes his head as if rejecting the words he was hearing.

“I-I-I’ll pay you back Alan. I swear. Just…”

“Shut up Donny.” He growls through clenched teeth.

“Yeah, shut up Donny.” Diane echoes. “Five G’s is a bargain for that kind of peace of mind. Wouldn’t you say big guy?” Her smug grin dared him to try something. “Five G’s and this is all erased.” She chuckles. “Of course the sister, that’s a whole separate matter.”

“ENOUGH!” Alan booms. “I don’t deal with scum like you. You are getting off of my property, now.”

With that Alan advances.

“Step back old man.” Lamar warns. “You don’t want this.” He holds one arm out to keep Alan at bay as the other goes for something inside of his jacket. “STEP BACK!”

“Alan!” I cry. “Stop!”

It was like trying to stop a charging rhino. Alan had set his mind to ridding this cancer from his property and he would see it done. As he closes in Lamar pulls his right hand out from his jacket and a flash of steel glints in the bright summer sun.