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Subject: {ASSM} Foster Home 4 (Mf rom) Rod O'Steele
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Date: Tue, 05 Dec 2006 05:10:04 -0500
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   WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and
women, or women and women.  Some of the participants in the story may be
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.  The law says you teens should remain in ignorance of the thing
you think about the most.





   Foster Home



   Part IV





   Caryn was in the front when she heard the door opening.  She rushed up
to see what it was only to be confronted by a woman asking, "Who the hell
are you?"



   "I'm Caryn." Pause.  Then angrily, "Who are you?"



   "This is my house," the woman said loudly pushing past Caryn.



   The noise had brought Mike.  He rounded the hall corner and stopped. 
"Cyndi, what the hell are you doing here?"



   "This is my house," she said.



   "You walked out," he said and Caryn could hear the hurt in those words.
"Now get out of here."



   "You can't kick me out of my own home," Cyndi said angrily.



   "I'll repeat it for you." Slowly, Mike said, "You walked out with your
fucking boy toy."



   Caryn put her hand to her mouth.  She had never seen or heard Mike so
angry.



   That motion brought her to Cyndi's attention.  "Who's the girl toy?"



   Now Mike's rage nearly exploded.  He took several deep breaths.  "You
know who that is.  That's Caryn, the foster kid.  You signed the papers."



   Cyndi looked at her contemptuously.  "This doesn't have anything to do
with her."



   "For once we are in agreement." Turning to Caryn, "Would you excuse us?"



   Caryn carefully sidestepped past Cyndi and took off down the hall to her
room.  She didn't close the door and so heard the entire conversation,
which occurred at a high volume.



   Cyndi took some papers from her purse, "What the fuck is the meaning of
this?"



   Mike crossed his arms, "I'd guess those are the divorce papers."



   "You can't divorce me."



   "Oh yes I can." He pointed to the papers.  "Read `em and weep."



   "This is my home!" Cyndi screamed.



   Quietly and firmly, "Not any more."



   "It's that slut," Cyndi yelled.



   "Don't be offensive.  You did it yourself, God damn it.  You did it when
you got that fucking boy toy of yours and walked out on me.  You expect me
to stay married to you when you're off living with some other guy."



   "I'm not living with him," Cyndi said.



   Mike rocked back, "Ah, I get it.  The boy toy got rid of the older
woman, did he?"



   Cyndi's face flooded with hatred.  Mike almost took a step back from the
look of malevolence in it.  "He found a little blonde slut, just like you."



   "I'll tell you one last time.  Keep a civil tongue in your head.  She's
just a high school kid who lost her entire family.  Jesus Christ, you are
foul," he said with disgust.



   That penetrated.  Cyndi stopped.  "How did this happen?" she asked.



   Mike smiled indulgently, reciting as though a child should learn by the
time they are eight.  "The human condition can be defined as the sum of all
the choices we have made in our lives," Mike said quietly.  Cyndi looked at
him quizzically.  "Rich people are rich because of the choices they have
made.  People who are happy are happy because of the choices they have made
in their lives.  People who are angry are angry because of the choices they
have made.  People who are getting divorced are getting divorced because of
the choices they have made.  You did it to yourself.  You've got no one to
point the finger at except yourself.  Go think about that," Mike
summarized.



   "If you think that little..." She stopped because of the look on Mike's
face.  He had never laid a hand on her in anger during their marriage.  She
saw the look in his eyes of a man who could.  "It's my house."



   With disgust, Mike told her, "Get out."



   She looked for some acceptance, some chance.  There was none.  She
picked up the papers where she had dropped them.  "I won't let some chippy
steal my place." She turned and ran when Mike took a step towards her.



   Mike slumped against the wall.  That's how Caryn found him.  "Mike?"



   He roused himself, "Yes?"



   "Are you okay?" she asked.



   Mike saw the concern in Caryn's face.  "Come here," he said wrapping her
in his arms.  "Please don't let her bother you."



   Caryn began crying as Mike held her.  He comforted her as best he could,
murmuring, "She's gone.  She's gone.  Don't worry."



   "Mike, can she do anything?  I mean, what if she calls Deanne?" Caryn
asked.



   "Don't worry about that.  Deanne would read her the riot act," he said
confidently.  But another possibility crept into his thoughts.  What if
Deanne didn't get the call?



   Mike fixed dinner, and made it a joyous affair.  By the time they
crawled into bed, Caryn was almost over the afternoon.  Mike made slow love
to her that night, smiling as she reached her peak.  "I love you," he told
her over and over.



   *****



   When Caryn arrived home from school the next day she heard steps
following her up the walk.  As she opened the door, she turned and saw
Cyndi purposefully striding towards her.  "What do you want?" Caryn asked.



   Caryn drew back from the look on Cyndi's face.  Cyndi pushed the girl
through the door slamming it behind her.  "You are getting out of my home."



   Caryn was stuttering, "What?  Why?  What are you doing?" as Cyndi pushed
her down the hall to her room.



   "Get your filthy trash, you slut, and get out."



   Caryn couldn't believe the venom and anger in the words.  No one had
ever treated her like this.  She stood unable to move.



   Cyndi looked around the room and saw the suitcases.  She grabbed the
largest and threw it on the bed, opened it and started shoving Caryn's
clothes into it.



   Caryn asked, "What are you doing?"



   "Are you stupid, you bitch?  I am throwing you out of my house." She
threw more clothes from the closet at Caryn.  "Pack up and get out."



   Stunned, Caryn started putting the clothes in the suitcase.  Cyndi
grabbed another case and opened it, stuffing more of her clothes into it.
"Hurry, you little tramp."



   Neither heard the front door open in their hurry.  Neither heard the
steps coming down the hall.  Mike heard the next thing that Cyndi said.



   "You are getting out of my house, you little slut."



   His anger exploded.  He burst through the door into Caryn's room.  He
saw in a glance what was happening, Caryn's tear streaked face was all he
needed to see.  Cyndi had an armload of Caryn's clothes and was stuffing it
into a suitcase.



   Dead quietly, Mike said, "Get out."



   Cyndi dropped the clothes.  "It's my house..."



   Mike pulled back his fist.  Cyndi screamed and tried to run past him. 
He grabbed her and lifted her, his anger giving him strength.  He carried
her screaming to the front door.  He tossed her down the walk.  "If you
come back, I'm going to kill you."



   Cyndi quailed from the tone in his voice.  "You can't do this to me."



   "It's done!" He turned and slammed the door in her face.



   Caryn was in her room bawling.  Mike knelt next to her and took her in
his arms.  He rocked her as the crying slowed.  "Why does she hate me?"
Caryn asked over and over.



   "She doesn't hate you.  She hates what she has done to herself.  But she
isn't mature enough to admit she's responsible for her own condition.  That
leaves her with an irrational contradiction, so she lashes out.  It's not
you she hates, she hates herself."



   Caryn looked up at Mike digesting what he had said.  The tears dried
when she realized just how pathetic Cyndi had become.  "That's sad."



   "Yes, she is," he answered.  "She isn't worth you getting upset about."



   "The things she said..." Caryn shook her head.



   "Are just the poison she has cooked up for herself.  It's what is inside
her now.  I'm sorry you had to see it.  I think she's gone for good," Mike
said.  Truth was, he wasn't all that sure.  There had to be some way.



   "She hates me so much.  Can she get me in trouble?" Caryn asked.



   "She can't get you in trouble," Mike said comforting her.  `She could
get Deanne in trouble and you into another place.  Let's just hope that
thought doesn't occur to her.  She did sign the papers so maybe it won't,'
Mike thought, mentally crossing his fingers.  Two times in two days.  Cyndi
would never give up until she was stopped.  He had to come up with a
plan...



   *****



   Mike's sleep that night was troubled, but in the morning the world
looked different.  He had his plan.  He called his attorney and brought him
up to date.  Then he explained his idea.  His attorney gave him the good
and bad of the plan but agreed it should work.  His attorney placed a call.



   They met in his attorney's office and were introduced around.  Cyndi
looked prim and proper in a business suit.  His attorney opened the
meeting. He offered her a divorce and she would get half the equity in the
house, her personal property, long since moved out, and her car.  Nothing
else.  No alimony.



   Cyndi nearly screamed, "No alimony?"



   Her attorney came back, "Unacceptable."



   His came back with, "In that case, we will pursue divorce under adultery
status."



   Her attorney looked at her.  She looked down.



   Mike jumped in, "Look, I've got all the records.  She was with her boy
toy at least three months before she walked out.  I've got the hotel names
and dates, the restaurants, everything.  It's all on her Visa."



   Her attorney looked at her.  She explained, "It was my Visa." He shook
his head.



   Attorneys are supposed to do their best for their client but there are
times when even they know how stupid their client is.  He shook his head
again.



   Cyndi's attorney said, "I'm afraid that changes things.  I wish you had
told me.  You see, our state is a little old fashioned.  They still allow
divorce under adultery and abandonment as for cause divorce."



   Mike's attorney smelled blood in the water and closed in, "If the judge
finds you committed adultery, he would give you nothing except the clothes
on your back."



   "Depends on the judge," hers popped in.



   "You willing to take that chance?  I've got nothing to lose," Mike said
with conviction.



   Cyndi looked at the three of them in disbelief.  "I'm going to lose
you."



   "Wrong tense.  You lost me," Mike said coldly.



   Her attorney said, "I must advise you to accept this agreement."



   She looked stunned, back and forth, then finally nodded.



   "And one last thing," Mike said.  "I want her to stay away from the
house or she loses everything."



   "Why?" her attorney asked genuinely.



   "Ask her, but she called the foster child living with me now vile names.
She scared the poor kid to death.  Pushed her around, threw her clothing on
the floor.  She acted like a nutcase," Mike finished.



   Cyndi had the decency to blush.  Her attorney shook his head, "Fine. 
Send the agreement over tomorrow and I'll get it signed." He stood and led
Cyndi from the office.



   Mike was filled with mixed feelings.  He was divorced, or soon to be. 
There was sadness in that loss.  But he was also madly in love and that
relationship now looked secure.  His spirit soared as he thought of Caryn;
beautiful, lovely Caryn.  He could share his love with her and not worry
any more.







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