Lina Jay

    Author of "Paris & London" 

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2 Wrongs Make It Even

Posted by [email protected] on May 19, 2020 at 8:15 PM Comments comments (0)

            “Eddie, oh my GOD. What the hell is this?” Kali screamed as she saw the love of her life having sex with her best friend, Jenna. “Kali, how did you get in here?” Eddie jumped out of the bed to put his clothes on. “How did I what? You’re having sex with Jenna and you asked me how I got in there?” she stormed out of the room.

 

           “Where is she going?” Jenna asked Eddie as she put her panties on. “You know she’s depressed. Her mother was just murdered three days ago, there’s no telling where she went. But I advise you to hurry the hell up and get dressed,” he picked her clothes up and threw them at her. “I thought you told her about us! You said you ended things with her,” Jenna whispered.

 

           “So I lied,” he shrugged. “Eddie!” Jenna screamed as Kali entered the room. Kali swung the knife and cut Eddie across the chest. Eddie placed his hand on his bleeding chest and stared at the blood. Kali jumped on top of him and they landed on the bed. Kali tighten her grip on the knife and was about to stab him when Jenna came out of nowhere and tackled her.

 

           The knife went flying and they ended up on the floor. Kali managed to roll on top of Jenna. She grabbed a handful of Jenna long brown hair and twisted it around her fingers. Her hand had a tight grip on her hair so Kali used her other hand to try to punch Jenna’s head through the floor.

 

           Punch after punch Kali couldn’t stop, even after all the blood that she saw on Jenna’s face. Jenna tried several times to punch and scratch Kali but she couldn’t see through her swollen eyes. “Kali stop! You’re going to kill her!” Eddie yelled and he tried to pull Kali off of Jenna. Kali’s hand still had Jenna’s hair wrapped around her fingers.

 

           By the time Eddie broke them apart most of Jenna’s hair was pulled from her scalp. “Get the hell off of me! I can’t believe you! After all the shit that I’m going through….you go and do something like this!” Kali looked around for the knife. “MY HAIR! MY HAIR!” Jenna remained on the floor and cried.

 

           “Shut up bitch!” Kali screamed. “I’m sorry Kali!” Eddie reached out for her. Kali made a fist and punched Eddie in his balls as hard as she could. When he bent over in agony Kali grabbed his head and kneed him in his face.

 

            Both Eddie and Jenna were on the floor in pain. Kali walked over to Jenna, spit on her and then kicked her in the face. Then Kali walked over to Eddie, spit on him and kicked him in his balls again. “Fuck both of yall!” she screamed and walked out.

 

Paris & London

Posted by [email protected] on May 19, 2020 at 7:50 PM Comments comments (0)

           The next morning London woke up to Ronnie sleeping in her full size bed next to her. Ronnie’s chin length black hair was all over the place. She was pretty without her glasses and London couldn’t fathom why the girl never opted to get contacts. She was happy to have a friend like Ronnie; someone who stuck by her side through good times and bad. London rolled over on her back and closed her eyes, but they flew back open when she heard a baritone singer and the sound of water from the shower hitting the tub floor.


 

           She sat up and gasped. “Ronnie? Ronnie?” she shook and poked her friend. “What?” Ronnie was still half asleep when she heard the voice. She quickly sat up and looked at her friend. “What’s that?” Ronnie was freaking out. “Question is, who is that?” London slowly got out of the bed and grabbed the bat that was in her bedroom closet. Ronnie grabbed her glasses off the nightstand and followed suit. When they got to the hallway, Ronnie bumped into London. “Back up a little, Ronnie,” she whispered. They tip toed until they were a few inches away from the bathroom door. As soon as the man walked out of the bathroom, the women screamed and his towel fell to the floor.


 

           “Lord Jesus have mercy,” Ronnie said when she saw the man’s dick in full view. “Ronnie!” London snapped at Ronnie as she held the bat straight out like it was a gun. “I’m sorry, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen one this close up,” Ronnie apologized. The man smiled. “Who the hell are you?” London asked. “Vince, we met at Chester’s, remember? Oh, I guess you don’t! I told you to take it easy on that Grey Goose. I guess you regret it now, don’t you?” he teased. As he stood there wearing nothing but a smile, Ronnie watched as the drops of water slowly fell down his mocha colored muscular chest, down his six pack and to the sexiest belly button she’d ever seen.


 

           “How the hell did you get in my apartment?” London demanded. “You invited me in….you and your friend,” he smiled at Ronnie and made his chest flex up and down. “I don’t believe you!” London replied. “No? Okay, have you checked your wardrobe?” the man continued to tease Ronnie. London looked down and realized that she was wearing a man’s baby blue button down shirt. She quickly glanced at Ronnie who was sporting his tie around her neck. “Please put the bat down. I’m not going to hurt you, and after last night, I’m going to have to ask you two not to hurt me!” Vince smirked. London lowered the bat, “What do you mean ‘after last night?’”


 

           “A ménage a trois is what it’s called,” he walked over to Ronnie and gripped her chin. He raised her lips to his and kissed her. “And I can still taste your pussy on her lips,” He kissed Ronnie again and then licked her lips. London dropped the bat, “I think I’m going to be sick.”

 

          

          “The bathroom’s free if you need it,” he stared at Ronnie but directed the statement at London. “Who would have thought that just by looking at you that you were such a freak? You were a naughty girl last night,” Vince kissed Ronnie again. “Okay, okay. Break it up,” London pushed them apart and removed his tie from around Ronnie’s neck.


           “I want you to leave my apartment,” she handed him the tie. “No problem, can I get my shirt back?” he ask London. London went to her bedroom to change out of his shirt and into a long shirt of her own. When she returned, she saw Ronnie’s back up against the wall with her legs wrapped around Vince’s waist. She had her arms around his neck as he cupped her bare ass.


 

           The kiss was explicit enough for London to consider it rated X. “Ronnie!” London yelled at her best friend. “What the hell has gotten into you?” she asked her. Vince released his grip on Ronnie and grabbed the shirt that London was trying to give to him. “Oh, my um….my glasses,” Ronnie pointed to his head. Vince removed Ronnie’s glasses from his head and placed them on her face. “Okay Casanova, the bathroom’s that way but I’m pretty sure you know that!” London pushed him away from her best friend. Vince walked backwards to the bathroom taunting and teasing Ronnie as he licked his lips. Once he was in the bathroom London pulled her friend into the bedroom. “What the hell was that?” she asked Ronnie.


 

“I don’t know! It was like my body was calling his. The man is sexy!”

“Ronnie, get a hold of yourself. Do you even remember what happened last night?”

“All I remember was entering the club, ordering a few drinks, and then passing out face down on your bed.”

“I don’t remember anything after that first drink.” London confessed.

 

Vince walked into the bedroom and London was more than impressed. He went from a towel model to a fortune 500 executive in no time flat.

“It was nice meeting you ladies. I would make you breakfast….I mean make breakfast for you, but I have to get to church,” Vince said. He smiled at Ronnie, “Call me!”

“I’ll call you,” she giggled.

 

“You ladies have a blessed day.” He winked at Ronnie.


          As Vince was walking out the door London stood dumbfounded as she watched her best friend swoon over a man that she barely knew. How did they end up like this?

 

Step-father stops paying for step-daughter's wedding

Posted by [email protected] on October 25, 2015 at 11:45 AM Comments comments (0)

This step father was fed up with his step-daughter’s selfishness and I don’t blame him. When it was time to pay for her wedding he decided that enough was enough. I applaud him for what he did! Please read his story below….

 

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My step-daughter will be getting married on August 3rd. The wedding planning has consumed most of her and her mother's life (I say her mother because we aren't married, though we've lived together for 10 years) for the past six months.

My step-daughter graduated last December from University. I paid for her to go to college, though it was a state school, it still ran $40K. She does not have a job and has been living with us for the duration of her college career and since her graduation. I also bought her a car to get back and forth from school when she finished high school.

From time to time her deadbeat father would pop into her life and she would fawn all over him. Although he has not contributed a cent to her education or paid any child support, though that is my girlfriend's fault as c.s. was not part of the settlement, she still loves him and wants him in her life. He stays long enough to break her heart by skipping town and breaking some promise that he made her.

The wedding venue holds 250 people max. I gave them a list of 20 people that I wanted invited, you know, since I was paying for everything. They told me that was no problem and they'd take care of it. So I let these people know they'd be getting an invite and they should save the date. Saturday, I saw one of my friends on this list at the golf course and asked if he was coming. He told me that he wasn't invited. He told me that he got an announcement, but not an invitation. He had it in his back seat (along with probably six months of mail) and showed it to me. Sure enough, it was just an announcement, and my name was nowhere on it. It had her dad's name and her mom's name and not mine.

This led to a pretty big fight with my GF, as I found out that NONE of my list of twenty "made the cut" for the final guest list because "250 people is very tight." I was pissed, but not a hell of a lot I could do because the important people in my life had already been offended. My GF said "if some people didn't rsvp yes, I might be able to get a couple people in." But that is an ultimate slap in the face in my opinion. So, I was boiling on Saturday.

Yesterday, we had a Sunday dinner with the future in-law's family and us and a surprise guest, the "Real Dad." At this little dinner my step-daughter announced that her "Real Dad" was going to be able to make it to her wedding and that now he'd be able to give her away. This was greeted with a chorus of "Oh how great" and "How wonderful"s.

I don't think I have ever felt so angry and so disrespected. I was shaking. I took a few seconds to gather my composure, because I honestly wasn't sure if I would cry or start throwing punches or both. Once I was sure I'd be able to speak I got up from my chair and said I'd like to make a toast. I can't remember exactly what I said but the gist of it was this:

"I'd like to make a toast." The sound of spoons against glasses ring in my years. "It has been my great pleasure to be a part of this family for the past ten years." Awe, how sweet. "At this point in my life I feel I owe a debt of gratitude to bride and groom, because they have opened my eyes to something very important." Confident smiles exchanged. "They have showed me that my position in this family is not what I once thought it was." And now a glimmer of confusion and shock begins to spread on the faces in the room. "Though I once thought of myself as the patriarch or godfather of the family, commanding great respect and sought out for help in times of need, it seems instead that I hold the position of an ATM, good for a stream of money, but not much else. As I have been replaced as host, both on the invitations and in the ceremony, I am resigning my financial duties as host to my successor, Real Dad. So cheers to the happy couple and the path they have chosen." I finished my drink. "You all can let yourselves out."

Is this selfish? I'm supposed to shell out 40 - 50 grand for a wedding that I can't invite anyone to? That I am not a part of? I'm so done with this crap. I'm done with my step-daughter, I'm done with my GF. I transferred the money out of our joint account last night. (she has not had a job since she moved in with me) This morning I called all the vendors I had written checks to for deposits to refund my money. At present it looks like I'll lose around 1500, for the venue, but the other vendors have been great about refunding.

TLDR: You want your "REAL DAD" to be on the invitation, to give you away and to sit at the head table, fine, your "REAL DAD" can pay for everything too.

 

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BRAVO DAD! You did the right thing! Read the updated story below……

 

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The immediate aftermath was tantrum and people sitting there mumbling while not actually saying anything to me, but to each other. After much yelling with the GF about me being selfish, I spent the night in my home office and no one knocked on my door, not once. Today's aftermath is kind of depressing for me. GF brought me Bride's wedding planner to show me how much work I was ruining. I thumbed through it, found a page in the music section for Father / Daughter dances. All of the songs were catered to Real Dad's taste. So I thought they were just being disrespectful, but now I'm feeling like they never really gave a crap at all, especially since the menu included two ingredients I'm allergic to, that actually made me laugh. Either way, I'm glad to be done, returned the planner and asked her when she and bride could move out. Also, I never promised to pay for the wedding. I offered them the use of my home when they were sure it was going to be small, but other than that, all I've heard is how it's the Bride's family that should pay, so, let it be the bride's family then, aka, not me.

 

June 9th 1:15 am. Girlfriend and Bride are now moved out. They are moving in with the groom. It was very hard not to be petty with some of the "belongings" they took with them, but it's done and I switched out the locks and now it's time for a brew. I can't believe how popular this story got, but I feel good to be given support by so many. If I find out what happens with the wedding, I will let you know, but I can't guarantee that I will put in the effort to find out. From what I've heard they are trying to "scale things back" and get his parents to help out. GF burned bridges when I found out she tried to write herself a check on our joint account the day after the unpleasantness. By then I had already moved money, so I guess I'm a bigger ass than her, but I could feel it coming. That's all. Thanks.

 

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I wish this guy nothing but the best! You did the right thing! Be blessed.

 


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