Ideal Love Mature Version

By J. R. Thomas

When women go onto a site to chat about their troubles with men. They take a survey about the perfect mate. They soon discover the man of their dreams has become reality. Is anyone ready for the perfect man? Mature Version may have some graphic language and situations.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. R. Thomas
• Release date: Sep 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370980307

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IDEAL LOVE: HER STORY

An Original Story by

J. R. Thomas

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places, organizations, incidents and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

ideal love - ideal love: her story copyright © 2009 - 2013 by Jayvon Thomas. All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Jayvon Thomas.

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PART ONE

She wakes up, as she does every day. She would like to think the routine is down to a science.

Get up.

Brush teeth.

Wash face.

Make breakfast.

Set out.

But with kids it doesn't usually go that smoothly. She goes into her kid's rooms to wake them. She pulls the covers off of them. That usually does it. They wake, reluctantly. She goes downstairs fixing their breakfast.

The youngest children eat while watching television. She knows its wrong to use the television to keep them quiet but she needs to focus on preparing their lunches. Her second born son comes up to the kitchen island.

What is it sweetie, she says putting another sandwich in a zip lock bag.

I don't want a made lunch. I want to buy my lunch. Billy says only poor people make their lunch.

Well you tell Billy only mothers who really love their kids make them lunches.

She hands him a bag. He takes it reluctantly. As soon as she said it she felt wrong. She shouldn't tell her child negative things about others she does not know. It infuriates her because she knows it was probably the parents of the boy who told him such a gross statement.

Making her child think she loves him less only because she doesn't want them eating the cafeteria food. Its cafeteria food how good can it be? It wasn't good when she went to school doesn't matter if you pay for it or not.

She sets the kids off to catch the bus. Now she has the task of having to clean up their mess before getting ready for work. She gets out the vacuum cleaner. She is always surprised by the amount of mess they can make in such a short amount of time.

After she finishes cleaning she takes the trash out. She hates putting garbage in bins. This is one of the few times she wishes her ex- husband was still around. When she turns back to the house on the top step she sees a rose. A red fresh rose. She is startled. She looks around.

How did it get here, she wonders?

She picks it up. She smells it. She can't remember the last time she seen a rose, a real rose in person. Then she gets nervous someone had to have placed it here.

How could she not have seen them, she thinks?

She enters the house locking the door. She looks out pass the curtain but she sees no one. With the door locked she feels more at ease. She even places the rose into a vase.

I will be late for work if I don't hurry, she says to herself attempting to take her mind from the situation.

At work she is swamped. Her boss always seems as if he is enjoying himself. She watches as he takes in another appointment. Of course why wouldn't he be happy? He doesn't have to do anything but talk to people and sign things.

She does most of the work, all the research. Hell she could talk to these people she knows far more details on how these things work. He may have the degree but she has all the experience. Just then another clerk gives her more papers.

This is one of those days I shouldn't have gotten out of bed, she thinks.

She looks over seeing a vase of flowers. She thinks of the rose from this morning.

How did it get there? Someone must have placed it there? What am I doing I need to get this work done. Keep food on the table for my beautiful children not day dream about silly flowers, she thinks looking at a picture of her kids.

She focuses on work for the rest of the day forgetting all about earlier distractions.

She walks up to her back door juggling grocery bags. It made more sense at the car than it does in practice. At the door she realizes she has to put some down if she wants to get it open. When she does she notices a box on her top step.

She looks around again, no one to be seen. However her priority is the bags. She opens the door then picks the bags up again. Stepping in she loses her footing stepping on the box. She pauses, nothing bad happens, no explosion.

She makes her way inside placing the bags on the table. She quickly walks back to the door. She picks up the box slowly, looking around. She stands holding it.

Is anyone out there?! I don't know why you're doing this but stop it. This isn't funny?!

No reply. She closes the door locking it. She opens the box. Inside are her favorite chocolates. She can't believe it.

Who would know these are her favorites, she thinks?

She takes one out inspecting it. Nothing seems wrong just chocolate. Then she grabs a knife from the counter set. She treats it like candy during Halloween.

She checks them for needle punctures. She cuts it in half. No foreign objects, no sign of foreign liquids. She eats one. It's so good.

She shouldn't love them this much. They could kill her but she feels nothing. She feels fine. Then she gets upset.

Only one person would know these are her favorites. Only one person she can think of would do something so weird. She grabs the house phone with determination. She calls her ex- husband. He picks up the phone. He is a heavy-set man getting fellatio done to him by a rather attractive young girl.

Hello

It's...

I know who it is I got caller ID, he says annoyed.

You need to stop.

I need to stop what.

Just then she hears the sounds of him receiving oral pleasure. It would be hard for her not to, he has turned the phone out so she can.

What is that sound... Are you talking to me while some skank is with you?

Why do you think I picked up the phone? Wanted you to hear for yourself that I have this pretty girl doing things for me you wouldn't.

It wasn't that she didn't want to. It's the way he made her feel about it she didn't like. She never liked how he made her feel in there last two years of marriage about sex, about her weight especially.

He had gained over forty pounds but would admonish her for gaining five. She hates how men can get away with that. Why do women let them do this? Why did she?

You're disgusting. I can't believe you would do this to the mother of your children.

You called me.

Just stop leaving roses, candies and whatever and I won't have too.

Sorry missy I haven't left you anything. I wouldn't waste the time. Sounds like you have a secret ad...

She hangs up on him. She doesn't have to put up with his crap any longer. She is disgusted.

What did I ever see in him, she asks herself?

She looks at the candies. She becomes worried, If he didn't leave them? Who could? Who would?

In her peripheral she sees a shadow in her dining room. She shrieks. As she catches her breath and composure she looks in the dining room. There is no one there.

Calm down. Get a grip. This is making me paranoid.

She doesn't want to think about her ex-husband or this anymore. She starts to put the groceries away. She sees the chocolates and decides they should be placed somewhere safe. She places the chocolates in her bedroom.

No reason why these should go to waste. I shouldn't share them with the kids just in case there is something wrong with them. That is how she rationalizes this want for herself.

She drives to pick up the kids from their after school activities. They are excited and loud when they get into the car. She likes it when her kids enjoy themselves but there are times when she would like it to be less audible. She sees Emily's kids.

They are orderly getting into her minivan. Her children always seem so happy yet so disciplined. She always thought it must be a facade. How can anyone have kids who act like that?

At home she must be the wicked witch. She feels sorry for her kids. Emily