The come after story is true, and accurate, as best to my recollection. If it was fiction, it would hold had a much happier ending.


"What are your purpose with my mom ?'

Those were some of the first wrangle I can recall earshot from the beautiful 10 year old. Looking mysterious into her steel blue eyes, glancing back, over to her mother seeing the promise in her golden brown eyes.

"To love her completely,"was my reply.

"Good, for how long ?"was KB 's future question.

"For as long as you all, and her let me,"was my reply.

That was one of the offset Night that I recall talking with her and her mother, two weeks after I was introduced to her mother at a topical anaesthetic storehouse by my now ex wife.

That was all, just over 8 year ago. April, 2006. The yr that I became single again, for the foremost clock time, in 13 years. Two month later, KB, and her siblings went to chitchat family out of state, and it all really began. Her mother and I pretty much lived together the intact time that they were gone, almost 2 calendar month of the summertime. I lived, at the time, in a comfortable, 2 bedroom apartment with the few affair that I retained during the separation, and a few affair that I had picked up for myself. Three months after I met KL, I essentially moved from the flat, to her spacious 4 chamber home on some acreage.

While the three siblings were gone, I celebrated my 33rd natal day. While they were gone, I got a school text message, asking me about some of my darling things. Three weeks later, when they returned home, KB brought home a simple Robert Brown box with my public figure on it and, in bold face fatal letter"Happy Birthday."She had gone to a few different K gross revenue while out of town, and found just the correct things to bring house with her. Inside of the box was another box with a beacon light lamp inside, and some small peg to use as kindling. I had only told her that my deary things were beacon light, she assumed correctly that I loved to sit around a good campfire and talk.

Her birthday, was three daytime after her mother 's, so, I had gotten her a brand new jail cell phone, under my program, to get rid of their pre-paid program, and break her the tractability of being able to visit ... she almost never did, lol. When she talked with almost everyone, it was in text, which, luckily, we had gotten unlimited electronic messaging. The remainder of that twelvemonth was pretty uneventful, with schoolhouse, vacation, and just life sentence in universal.

The next summer, since I worked for the school system, she asked if she could come and aid clean house over the summer. I gladly let her, she was amazing company, and a blaze of a little actor. She was always remarking how ill-gotten the little Kyd could be, meaning the jam in the elbow room. I just explained that we only have 3 month to clean what takes them 9 calendar month to begrime, and she just nodded and gave me that immense smile she was always prepare with. I did n't want to keep her from her ally or anything she wanted to do, so I only brought her with me about once a calendar week, to work. When I got place, she usually had that bored smell on her aspect and asked me how it had gone, almost wishing that I would let her semen with me more often. Even at 11, she had a workplace ethic that would put most adults to shame. At the end of that summertime, since my ex and her new hubby decided to move out of commonwealth with my nestling, we all decided to debase up in my hand truck, and go to see them. It was to be a week long camping trip filled with fun. Well, it was filled with fun, rain, and lost somersault washout, mostly rain. Toward the end we all had had enough of the rain, so we packed everything up, and decided to spend the go dark before we left in a motel, opting for a hot exhibitioner and warm comfy bed to be make for the 11 minute cause back home. petty did we do it, lupus erythematosus than a month after our visit, that my kids would be back where we lived.

That year, for Christmas, KL 's parents had gotten us a family pass to a topical anesthetic ski resort, knowing that her kids loved to snowboard. My Thomas Kid had never seen skis, let alone gone down a hill on them. The world-class trip, we got them all sized up, and rented skis for them, to see how they liked it. phonograph needle to say, the next yr, when her parents did the Lapplander matter, for Noel, we had gotten them all set up with their own equipment. My youngest, being so small and wakeful, was tossed around on the poma rise, drug up the J. J. Hill on his position, instead of on his skis, the whole time laughing about it. But, true to her strain, that slight angel KB, was right there with him, passing on her own streak down the big hill to take precaution of her trivial Brother, and help as serious she could. The year after that, when her parents did the Sami thing, my youngest was n't on the"Bunny Hill"anymore, he was going down the Black baseball field passes with the best of them, with KB right behind him, trying to keep up.

Our kids had grown so closing curtain in just a year that we were almost literally the"Brady Bunch,"6 kids, 2 adults, and two blackguard, instead of the housemaid. They were never"step"sib, always called as crony or sister, but not maltreat. It all was so hump and fun filled, it was almost perfect. The next two years were pretty much repeats of the former, except my kids never did prompt away again, instead, living in a townsfolk about 20 mi away.

This is where the fib turns from a story of two family unit together, into more of the fundamental interaction of KB and myself.

It was the April before she turned 14, we had had two major Charles Percy Snow storms in two calendar week, causing schools to be closed, and many fund to be as well. The hebdomad in between the storms we had all gotten shoveled out, and finally able to move, and a little bit of"cabin fever"had hit most of us. KB had decided to see if some of her friends could come over and stay, since the atmospheric condition had gotten so comme il faut out, her mom told her OK, so their parents brought them over. With the snow movement and pretty much unseen ground around the planetary house the lady friend all decided to make snow fort and have snow ballock fights while her mom and I were at piece of work, as well as apparently, see what it was like to run around the outside of the star sign naked, daring each other to make lap covering in the knee deep snow. That Friday had came, with another blow storm, dropping even more than of the Patrick White hooey on us, making it all but unacceptable for me to get to do work, but her mom able to get out, after hours of digging her car. My break had been canceled. So with me, sitting at base with three teenage age young woman, things were pretty normal. One booster 's mom had called and said she was coming to get her, which she did, an time of day later. Leaving me there, with two, beautiful, teenagers.

An hour after the acquaintance had left, I had gotten bored watching television set and being on the internet, So I had ran to the topical anaesthetic store to pick myself up some more beer, and cigarette. Well, unbeknownst to me, the two female child had been brainstorming behind my back.

"the true or dare"were the first gear words out of both of their mouths as soon as I walked in the door, putting the beer in the fridge.

"Ummmm, truth"was my reply
"Which of us is more beautiful ?"was the question.

Now, faced with a question like that, I had to really study the missy, and came to the only consistent answer to keep back my ass from getting hit.
"You are both equally beautiful, in your unique way,"was my reply. Which got me a very funny looking at from each of the almost 14 twelvemonth olds.
"KB, you have the most beautiful eyes, so full of life, and jazz,"“ LM, your hairsbreadth and brim are some of the most beautiful that I have ever seen."
That seemed to satisfy each of them, knowing that I was n't going to intentionally bowl over either of them.
We proceeded keeping it to only truths for a while, asking mostly hokum questions, keeping it very PG. After about 4 rounds each, finally someone had to go bad it, so, when asked again, I finally answered"Dare"
"I dare you to run around the outside of the firm completely naked, 4 times,"KB told me, with kind of a giggle from LM.
"OK,"was my reply, after a couple moment of mentation of it, and how to get out of it, after all, I was the adult, at 35, and they were only almost 14.
I go to the kitchen, taking my t-shirt, and sweat gasp off, leaving my shoes on so I could maybe bear some traction in the C. P. Snow. I took a deep breath, resigned myself to my penalization, and started out the door. Making the first lap, fairly easily, I was almost done with the 2d lap when I caught a impulsion haywire with the toe of my brake shoe, making me wrap across the front yard, still completely nude. The next matter I hear is OMG, are you OK, from both of the girls.
I look up at both of them and order them, there is no way I 'm making two more laps after that, they agreed and told me to get in the business firm and get dressed to warm up up.
It was my number next, I looked at KB and asked her"Sojourner Truth or dare ?"“ Dare,"was the reply.
"I dare you to run around the exterior of the house 2 times bare bare,"was my statement.
She sighed, knowing that it was coming, after what she had made me do. So, she agreed and went to the dining elbow room to get herself fix, after a few moment of the two of them giggling, I turn the turning point to see what they are doing, and there she is, no shirt or bra, only her pants, down around her ankle joint, trying to pull them off over her shoes, although they were stuck. She asked me if I could assist her, so I got down on my knee to rip the cuffs of her pants over her shoes, right at eye level, at one of the most beautiful pussycat that I had ever seen. Looking up, I see her mouth slightly spread, her smell intoxicating me more than than the beer that I had drank.
She made her two lap around the house without falling down, like I had, came back in, and we continued. LM had completely refused to do any dares that required her getting au naturel, so we were resigned to more tame daring for her. After 2 more rounds of it, all being dares, they, for some ground had dared me to eat some of the rakehell dirt ball that we had on hand for the marine museum. Not the most tasty things in the world, especially when you are pretty well drunk.
Knowing that it would be my egg if her mom had ever found out, we had agreed to keep it all under out hats. Also after all of this, she would also have me do and get her from school, a lot more often than she had before, always saying that she was sick. Knowing that I was the sole one home.

After that day, I noticed that there were fewer and fewer times that her Friend came over on the weekends, leaving it more to KB and myself just lounging. Her doing her thing, me doing mine. I did notice tho, that she always managed to derive out of the exhibitor while our bedroom room access was left completely open, always"forgetting"her second towel. She had one wrapped over her fuzz, but, never had one on her body. When she did that, before she approached the door, she would always hollo out"Do n't look."being human nature, when individual says that, of course, you are going to look. I saw more than of that girl with her walking by, than I usually got to see of her mom, and we slept nude. KB always seemed to make it a point to not do that while her mom was home, or, if she knew her mom was occupied and would n't see. Many times, I would be in the kitchen, cooking dinner party, or getting coffee when she would take the air down the hall, dressed exactly the Saami way, towel on head, totally naked. She would look up, and see me, and kinda cover herself, but, not very convincingly, always giggling about it.
She carried on doing that for the next two years, always when her and I were home alone, or she knew mom was n't looking. She got a swain and it got even worse, she would make sure as shooting that if we were alone, that she went"commando"and sat with loose shorts, facing me, always kinda watching my eyes to see where they would swan to. He was not the best swain in the world, to say the least. Always calling her ugly, pudden-head, fat, a waste matter of quad. To describe her, 5'4"long brown hair's-breadth, steel blue eyes, perfectly smooth skin, and a solid state B student without trying. We were constantly telling her how amazing she was, and how stupefied her was for treating her like that. But, she was in love with him, so she put up with him. He would break up with her, and set off dating mortal else, but, he never told her why he broke up with her, always accusing her of cheating on him. The girlfriend had only kissed two, maybe three people in her life story time, and I was one of them, the others were him, and a boy she had dated before him. He was also the one that took her virginity, so it proved to us how big of an idiot he was to all of us.

Six calendar month after he had broken up with her the last-place fourth dimension, she went through a complete and total change, she became more furious, and withdrawn from everyone, totally obsessed with finding out why he did what he did to her. She would text him, he would dismiss them, she would send for him, he would direct it to voice mail. Always avoiding her, but, still tormenting her, silently.

A month after they split, she went to his theater, and apparently slashed his tyre on his car. I do n't know if it 's lawful or not, but late that dark, we had gotten a yell from the cops to number and get her from a local"make out"spot. She had tried taking a street corner on the narrow winding route at about 60 mile per time of day, over three-fold what was recommended for the road. It took two tow truck, and about 300 feet of cable and chain to get her car from the ravine. Amazingly, her and her friend were shaken, but completely uninjured in all of it.

After that, she seemed more composure, less angry, more like the KB that we knew. She had even gotten back into torturing me with her walking around the sign in little to no clothes. A month after the accident, I was walking down the mansion toward our bedroom and she had just gotten out of the shower, she was standing in the door way of the toilet with just her towel on her head, she saw a phantom coming down the Asaph Hall, so she quickly covered up, until she saw that it was me, then, she uncovered, and smiled at me. That next hebdomad, she ramped it up even more, coming into our room, where were were sitting in the bed,"dressed"for sleep. She would always add up to my face of the bed and lean over it. She would start more at the infantry of the bed, and then would transmigrate herself up, til she started putting her kitty-cat right on my ft, directly on my toes. I do n't know if she was hoping that I would travel them, to rub her, or what her plan was, but, she would always do that. During all of this is when I caught her looking into our bedroom while I was getting out of the shower, I would close up the door, and when I got out, the door would be cracked, and I could see her shadow.

A month after she started doing that, he decided he wanted to get back together with her, even tho he had a restraining order on her. He came, and picked her up, in the region below the house. Three daylight later, she came home, even more raging than she had been right after the rift up initially. Over the course of instruction of that day, she threw her mom 's purse at her, broke her mom 's quarter round, and broke my glasses when she punched me as I was protecting her mom from her. After the slug, I grabbed her, and wrestled her to the base, the unanimous time all that I had really wanted to do, was demand away the nuisance that she was feeling, but, instead, I pinned her to the base and when the bull came, she asked to go to the genial hospital and be checked in. Three Day after she was checked in, the released her, and she did seem better, they had given her a combination of drugs to help her maintain her moods, and they seemed to be working. Until, 2 weeks later, when he decided to send for her again, and wear up with her, choosing to particular date a friend of her with a much worse reputation than she ever would.

It was after this conclusion episode that things really went badly. Her mom had brought her place, with much convincing, and asked her to fall inside. She came in for a few minutes, and waited for her mom to come into the bedroom and get ready for bed, thinking all would be OK. That was the last sentence that her mom or I had seen her ... .. alive.

I was woke the adjacent morning to the strait of her mom screaming."She killed herself"over and over, those watchword haunt my eternal sleep to this day. That was also the day a huge part of my heart died, never to recover. Her mom found her hanging in the fellowship shop, from a rope. Her mom and I decided that we could n't just leaver her hanging there, so we took her down, that is a frigidness that I will never blank out. After calling police, and them getting a time lag of the county coroner, the did mold that it was self bring down, the following day, we started making the arrangements for her, picking her a rose emblazon coffin, and finding out that we could suffer her buried on the family holding as long as we designated a burial site, picking the spot, and cleaning the belongings took the just component of the week after. Just over a calendar week after, after all of the readiness and preparation, we saw her one last time, two hours before we put our angel in a spot where she could watch over over the residual of the family, forever.

That was just over two years ago, my heart still breaks when I think of what was lost, the pure love that was there, and wondering why she did some of the thing that she had done. Was it know of me ? Or was it lust for me ? Did she want me to be her first ? Did she want to take her mom 's blank space ? Did she want me for herself ? The only someone that knows the result to those head ca n't serve them anymore. I do know that in some fashion, lifetime is better, I know I have an angel watching me, but, in some ways, it 's less satisfying, she is n't there to share it with us, at least in body.

Every religion has their opinion of what happens after a self-annihilation, and to them, it 's their law. To me, I can still see some of the ways that she steers my lifespan, to this very day, she 's still around, either as an angel, or as a torment soulfulness, but, she 's still watching over her loved ones, keeping us safe, and knowing that she loves us.

Like I said, this is a true story, if it had been fantasy, the ending would n't have gone as it did. I know that there are inside information that have slipped out of my mind over the trend of the last 8 ½ years, I 'm only human, there was much more that I would love to fuck from her, but, now, there is no rattling way I can get the resolution that I seek, and for that I am sad, but, her bother is over, she is n't being tortured any to a greater extent by his pitilessness, and that makes me a minuscule happy, she 's now able-bodied to name his life a bread and butter hell on earth on earth. Thank you, KB, for letting me share in your living, and for loving me the way that you did, however that was .