I’d been called back out to the retirement home again this morning because of another argument between Mrs. Keating and Mrs. Bane, this time over old man Beck. It was fair to say that I was the one who was ‘shook’ this time after hearing how he’d been dating Mrs. Keating for a couple of weeks, and that she’d found him naked in Mrs. Bane’s room. Old man Beck was nowhere to be seen, but the two women were pulling hair, trying to rip each other’s dentures out, and all the staff had just been standing watching it. After yelling at them to do their jobs, they’d informed me that the women were only in their assisted living area. Oh, and it wasn’t in their job descriptions that they were to get involved in volatile situations which could cause an injury to their bodies, so that’s why they’d called me.
Needless to say, I had a lot to say to the owners and management of the home and I’d done it in a strongly worded letter on our official paper. I’d also used my visit to old man Beck’s place to lay it out for him for an extra visit to see Tabby. She’d answered the door in a bikini, this time a red one, and before the door had closed behind me, I had her up against the wall with her legs wrapped around my hips. I’d intended to do a lot more than just kiss her, but my radio had gone off right then informing me of an attempted break in to a property three roads away.
I hadn’t been in the best of moods since, and the more I thought about it, the more paranoid I became that she was going to find out without me telling her.
The whole thing was complicated and messy as fuck. When Dad had come home from a weekend in Vegas married, I’d been pissed. It had been five years since it had happened, and I’d only gotten more angry about it since. Luli Wang, I’d never give her our last name, was a bitch who had seen my dad placing big bets with his friends, and decided he was her ticket. They’d gotten drunk, the alcohol had made Dad do stupid things, and they’d gotten married.
Her view of him changed when they got back to Houston though. Seeing that he lived in a normal house, had a normal car, worked a normal job as a police officer, and lived a normal life had shattered the fantasies she’d built when she’d seen the money being placed on the table in the casino. He wasn’t poor, far from it because he lived life within his means and didn’t waste what he earned, but he wasn’t what she’d expected.
Then she’d met me, and the look she’d gotten on her face as she looked me up and down and told me to call her ‘mommy’ – fucking no – had led to one of the biggest arguments I’d ever had with my dad. I still wasn’t sure we’d fix what had been broken by his stupidity, something he knew he’d been now seeing as how his ‘wife’ had made it her mission to make his life a living hell. I’d also told her it would be a cold day in hell before I’d call her mom, and I sure as fuck wouldn’t overreach for mommy ever.
As if that wasn’t enough, two other massive things had happened thanks to that marriage. She had a daughter, Rita, who was well known to police officials throughout the country. Nothing major, just cat fights, being caught in women’s beds, and stealing money out of a guy’s wallet as he slept off their fuck fest. So, I had a new ‘stepsister’ who like her mother did her best to get into my bed. I’d eventually changed the locks at my house, added extra security, and had a security company come and wire the place up with the orders that if they saw either of them trespassing, they were to call the police. One night, both of them had tried breaking in, stupidly wearing nothing but their underwear, and it had been Dad and his partner who’d attended the call.
Learning what I’d been going through and faced with exactly how shitty his decision had been, hadn’t been all that had come from it. Oh no, the cherry on the top of that sundae had been the fact Luli, not Rita, had been involved in a scam going on throughout the States, run by a man in Athens, Greece. The women involved contacted men via social media, using games or groups on them to find what they were looking for. They would initiate contact and strike up a relationship with the men which they’d then progress into a more cyber-sexual one. If the man was married, they subtly convinced him to file for divorce, offering him promises of a perfect life together, heavily motivated by sex. Seeing as how the men they chose were either of an advanced age, or not what modern society would deem as ‘good looking’, a majority of the men fell for it and ended their marriages. If they didn’t, screenshots of the conversations would wing their ways into the wives email accounts, meaning they ended the marriage instead. Once the man was free, the woman in question swooped in, and after a couple of weeks of sex, left just as quickly with as much money as they could get.