Chapter 18 - Too Much To Bear

DENNIS TALBOT

“Only me,” I call from the hallway and hang up my anorak. I enjoy this new freedom to come and go as I please. Pity she took so long to give me my own key. The lights are on in the kitchen, so I ignore the living room and head down the hallway.

“Dennis..,” she appears with a smile before I reach the door. She’s hot-faced and her dress creased around her wide hips. A tight turquoise dress. A lot of tit on show.

“What? What’s he doing doing here?” I point beyond her, to Philip fucking Hastings, sat as bold as brass at the kitchen table.

Where did he hide his car outside?

Wait. Are the tight dress and tits for him? Have she and him been…? In her fucking kitchen?

She wouldn’t. Not after what I said to her the last time that cunt came here.

“Hey Den,” he smirks up at me, “I could ask you the same thing, couldn’t I? Weren’t you supposed to be a your dress-up class, or something tonight?”

“Phil, don’t,” Sophie shakes her head at him.

“It’s called fucking 'drama',” I stare at him. Philistine. “And I’ve got my own key,” I hold up what Sophie gave me. She looks so sheepish though. And she’s got a lot of makeup on. And they better not be fucking stockings. “Sophie, what’s he doing here?” I repeat but turn my attention back to him.

“He..,” she hesitates, “Phil just came to see me about …about something to do with Rachel. I didn’t know he was coming.”

“I think you need to go,” I glare at him, “Me and Sophie have got talking to do.”

“Sophie was about to get me a beer, weren’t you Sophe?” he grins up at her.

I hate the bastard. Him and his fancy fucking clothes and cars. I should tell him to stand up and then punch him on the nose. But he’s a big man. Much younger than me. “Sophie, are you going to tell him to go?” I ask her.

“Dennis, I’ll come round to your house in a minute,” she says and ushers me out of the room with her, “I won’t be long. I promise I’ll explain everything.”

“I’m only leaving because I care about Sophie,” I yell at him over my shoulder, “But you wouldn’t know anything about caring for a woman, would you?”

“Is that right?” he laughs from her kitchen table, “Nightie night Dennis,” he waves at me.

I should refuse and insist the bastard leaves. If I was younger, I fucking would. “Don’t bother yourself coming to the door,” I hiss at Sophie halfway down her hallway, “I’ll see myself out. But by God, girl you’ve got some explaining to do to me later.”

Back home I slam my front door and toss my keys on the shelf.

Again! She’s had him there in her house with her again! I pace the living room with clenched fists.

She doesn’t hear from him for weeks on end and then he turns up again on her doorstep! Just because he feels like it. And the bitch was all dressed up for him.

What if he wants to get back with her? Like they were before Harry died?

But she’s told me she never would. Hastings dumped her right when she was going through all her grief about Harry. And who was the mug who had to pick up the pieces and put her back together? Me. Dennis ‘Soft touch’ Talbot, that’s who.

Well, I warned her the last time she had him in her house what would happen if she ever did it again.

I open the curtains and crane my neck. I peer up the street to the left to see if there’s a BMW up there. Where he always used to hide it.

There is! Sneaky fucker!

But it doesn’t look like the same one. He’s always changing his cars though. I bet that’s his. No wonder I missed it out there before.

Why did he want to speak to her about Rachel? Or did she just make that bit up to get rid of me? I can’t believe she’s fucking done this to me again.

I pace the living room some more. If he’s saying how sorry he is for running out on her when she needed him, then she might swallow his bullshit. I know how soft she is.

Then what would I do?

The thought of her wanting her key back… of not wanting me around there anymore…of my life going back to the way it was before….watching her coming and going from there with him…watching young Lanie coming and going and only from a distance again….

Mounting panic gives way again to anger and I head for the kitchen. A glass of sherry to steady my nerves.

I take the drink back into the living room and nurse it. Then a few minutes later, a car starts up outside on the street. I hurry to the window and peer out.

It’s him. Leaving. And then my doorbell rings.

Sophie.

Fuck her. She can stew. I’ll go round there when I’m good and ready to talk.

The bell rings again.

“Dennis, it’s Sophie,” She calls through the letterbox, “Let me in. I can explain everything.”

I ignore her and turn the TV on.

I wait until she’s gone and I’ve finished my drink, then I pour myself another. My head still swims with images of what I saw in her kitchen. The way she was dressed and made up, her tits on show to that guy. The guilt and embarrassment on her face. His smarminess.

I’ll make her ‘explain’ herself alright. I glug the remains of the sherry and grab my keys. You’ve got this coming, Sophie Machin.

This time I use her doorbell instead of my key.

Her shape emerges beyond the frosted glass of her front door and she’s patting her hair.

She opens the door in jeans and a tight red jumper. Her makeup is smudged now like she’s been crying.

“Why didn’t you use your key?” she sniffles and stands back to let me inside, “And why didn’t you answer your door to me before?”

“I didn’t hear you at the door,” I say and hold out the front door key she gave me. “Here,” I say, “You might as well have this back. Give it to your fancy man.”

I don’t want to give it up and I don’t want her to take it. But I need to make a fucking point. This has to stop.

And I want to hurt her.

“I don’t want it back, Dennis,” she shakes her head and closes my fingers around the key. “Let me get you a drink,” she beckons me down the hallway toward her kitchen.

“It’s pointless me having a key now,” I say and toss it on her kitchen table, “You obviously prefer to carry on with someone as unreliable as Hastings, rather than be loyal to me.”

“I don’t want to ‘carry on’ with him Dennis,” she tries to take my hand.

“You know that nine times out of ten, whenever you need a man like him,” I say, “He won’t be there for you. Even if he lived right on your doorstep like I do, he’d never be there when you needed him. Would he?”

“I know Dennis, believe me. I know.”

“You think he’ll be here for you when you need the plumbing fixed, or a fuse blows? Like I always am?”

“No, I don’t,” she shakes her head and lowers her eyes.

“Would he drive you to get your groceries every week?” I don’t let up, “Or just keep you company watching TV at night while your daughters are out God knows where?”

“Please take your key back,” she says and picks it up off the table. She holds it out to me and her eyes have filled up, “I want you to have it. I feel safer when you do.”

“So that’s all I am, is it? A safety net?”

“No, of course not.”

“Why don’t you just give it to him?” I say again with a shrug, and I refuse again to take the key.

“I don’t want Phil to have a key,” she’s close to tears.

Good.

“Look how he let you down the last time he went missing,” I press home my advantage.

“I know, I know he did.”

“And now you’ve let me down,” I shake my head and look away from her. “Again.” I give her a big sigh and a pained look. “I can’t believe you’ve done it to me again. You’ve had him in your house. After everything I had to say to you the last time. After everything you promised me then.”

“I know Dennis, I know. I shouldn’t have let him in.”

“And dressed like a tramp for him too,” I glance at the outline of her tits in the red jumper that she’s changed into.

“I put the pretty dress on to surprise you,” she says and tries to take my hand, “And the nylons. I thought I’d come around and see you in them when you got back from your drama class.”

“But now he’s gone the sexy clothes have too,” I glare at her and don’t believe her lies.

“The moment was spoiled,” she says and now she is crying.

Because she knows she upset me? Or because of what happened between her and him?

“Well, you don’t look so pretty now your makeup’s run all over your face, do you?” I can’t stop myself, “What are you crying for?”

“Because you’re angry with me,” she says.

“Because of Hastings, more like,” I say and cross my arms.

“It’s not because of him, Dennis,” she shakes her head and tries to wrap her arms around me. Her big tits in the jumper are soft and warm against me.

“You sure about that?” I look down my nose at her. Her pleading is sexy though.

“I promise. Have your key back Dennis, please,” one of her hands leaves my shoulder and her arm reaches to the table for the key. She slips it into a pocket of my pants. Her hand lingers inside there, near my balls.

“I don’t expect to ever see you all dressed up in front of men like him,” I say and hold her hips. “You’re mine.”

“It won’t happen again,” she shakes her head and smiles up at me, “I know guys like Philip can’t be relied on. I don’t want him to come between me and you.”

My dick is hard.

“I should put you over my knee this time,” I look right into her eyes. My glasses have steamed up a little.

“Promises promises,” she gives me a little smile and rubs herself against me.

“You’re sure nothing happened between you two when he was here?”

“Of course not,” she pouts.

“Pull your jeans and knickers down,” I say and extract myself from her embrace. “You need a spanking.”

“Not here,” Sophie giggles, “Upstairs,” she glances at the ceiling.

“You get yourself up there,” I say and grab myself a beer from her fridge.

Then with Sophie gone to ready herself and me feeling better, I glance down at the kitchen seat that Hastings sat in earlier. That smarmy bastard didn’t get what I’m about to, did he?

Upstairs, I find her in her bedroom. She’s sat on the edge of her bed with her jeans and panties already around her ankles.

My dick thickens.

“Stand up and get your titties out for me too,” I point with the beer can.

Sophie smiles and stands. “Aren’t you going to close the door first?” She shows her trimmed slit and pulls her red jumper up to her black bra.

I push the door with the back of my foot but don’t bother to close it.

“Leave the jumper pulled right up,” I say and take another mouthful of beer, “Just pull those juicy melons right out for me.”

Sophie grunts with her slit exposed as she drags the jumper up as high as her throat. Then she struggles but tugs the bottom of each bra cup up over her big ripe breasts and they squeeze free.

“Right,” I say and sit on her bed, I run a hand over her big bare behind, “Over my knee.”

Pouting as if she doesn’t want this, she gets down like I ask and rests her bare belly on my lap.

That feels good.

I stroke her warm upturned buttocks. “Move up higher,” I say firmly, “I don’t want your tits squashed under you. I want them hanging down over the other side of my thighs, where I can squeeze them.”

“Oh Dennis,” she complains but wriggles on me to do what I say.

“I’ll show you what happens to you when you encourage men like him behind my back,” I grab her tits with one hand and slap her rump with the other.

“Ooh,” she gasps and her tits shudder in my hand. She reaches for her slapped cheek, “I didn’t encourage him.”

“Liar,” I slap her again and both big cheeks wobble. I squeeze her tits hard and my dick pokes at my pants.

I smack her again and she squirms on my lap. Nice. Then again until both her cheeks are bright pink. I squeeze a hand right down between her cheeks and burrow lower, forcing a couple of fingers right into her hot pussy.

Streaming like always.

“Uhh, mmm,” she purrs on my lap and her nipples harden.

I pull my hand away from her pussy and wipe my wet index finger around the crinkled resistance of her puckered asshole.

Something slams downstairs and then footsteps creak on the stairs.

“Lanie’s back!” Sophie twists on my lap, she tries to push up and off me, “Why didn’t you close the door properly?”

“Stay where you are,” I hold her down firm and smack her flushed rear end again, “It’ll do that surly daughter of yours no harm to see what happens to disobedient females in this house.”

“Dennis, stop it!” she yells and squirms from my grip and up to her feet. Bare from the waist down she stuffs her left tit back under her bra.

“Mom, for God’s sake!” Lanie peers in red-faced from the doorway and then pulls the door closed fast and hard. “Can’t you even keep the door closed?” She yells from somewhere on the landing. “It’s disgusting. You make me sick! How can you even do that with him?”

“We were just…,” Sophie calls back but then she dries up. She shovels her other tit away and drags her pants and knickers up.

“Leave her,” I gesture at her from the edge of her bed, “We’ve got every right to…”

“Dennis it’s her house too,” Sophie sighs and hurriedly checks her hair before going to the bedroom door, “Lanie, come here,” she says, “I want to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you,” the girl yells but sounds closer than I expect.

I better try to adjudicate.

I sigh and get up from the bed with my dick softening in my pants.

“Hey, come on you two,” I smile at the precocious, but very beautiful little minx facing off with her mother on the landing. She’s in tight black leggings, “Let’s not have any unpleasantness," I say.

“Don’t even speak, Dennis,” the girl scowls at me then pecks at her phone with her thumbs, “The pair of you make me sick. I’ve got to get out of this house.”

“Melanie, you’ve only just come home,” Sophie sighs.

“Yeah, and now I’m going out again,” the kid says and turns with her phone pressed to an ear. It’s impossible not to stare at her behind. “And don’t call me Melanie!” she yells.

Sophie sighs and goes after Lanie towards the kid’s room.

The girl needs a good thrashing too.

My dick firms up.

“Hey,” she says softly into her phone as she reaches her door, “It’s Lanie. Are you able to pick me up?”

“Where are you going at this time of night?” Sophie follows her into her room.

I take the opportunity and quickly smell my fingers to console myself for the interruption.

“I’m not sure yet,” the girl says from her room but I don’t know if she’s talking to the phone, or her Mom, “I’ve just to get out of here, Trevor.”

Author's Notes

With Talbot's antics seemingly driving Sophie's daughter out of her own house again, is this (finally) the end of the road for their pervy neighbor?

And what might Trevor, her best friend's cab-driver Dad, make of Lanie's call and latest situation?

Share your thoughts or ideas in the comments below.

Next week we're with Trevor when he takes Lanie's call. And it could be a pivotal moment for the pair..

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