J Craig Rice - My Two Wives

My Two Wives

By

J. Craig Rice

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Dedications

During my teenage years, I struggled through some hard times, mostly in dealing with an extremely dysfunctional family as well as severe anger issues. Two brothers became as close to me as anyone could ever be. I love them as much as if I had been born into their family. On May 20 th , 2020, Eric Creason succumbed to complications from Covid 19 and left this world behind. The content of this book probably wouldnt have interested him, but Im dedicating it to his memory. He left behind a legacy to kindness and love. I thank him for being my friend.

I want thank the following people for their help on this book.

Katie Lowry for not being too annoyed with my questions.

Jason from Lipstick Cabaret at 4807 East 31 st , Tulsa Oklahoma for giving me an insight into strip clubs.

Note from the Author

I want to welcome you to the world I have created for you. Before you dive in and hopefully purchase this work, I wanted to inform you of the content of this work. First it is entirely a piece of fiction. Secondly, Ive taken liberties with some dangerous risks. Sex is a great and glorious thing and should always be shared by consenting adults. That doesnt mean that they shouldnt be cautious about who they have sex with and the risks that can be involved in it. Unprotected sex can and does lead to the transmission of diseases, some of them can be extremely harmful to your health and life. If you are unaware of the full history and honestly, even if you are, the use of condoms is always highly recommended for your safety and the safety of your partners. The characters in my story practice free sex and take very little precautions for safety. Please dont emulate them.

I hope you enjoy this work and would love to hear from you at my email address. . Enjoy.

Table of Contents

1) Chris

C hris. Are you alive? Sabrinas voice and another loud crash of thunder, brings me back to where I am. Id been lost in thought. Thinking about my life and how I got here. Im twenty-six years old and I have a great job working for the Eastern Oklahoma Electric Company as a line engineer. A job that changed my life for the better.

I was sixteen when I held the hand of a girl for the first time. That was Anna Higgins. The hottest girl to go to Coffeyville High School. I so had a crush on her. She had big boobs and a tight little behind that drove me wild. The fact that she even agreed to go out with me, just blew my mind. Where Anna was somewhat thin, I was far from it. I weighed around three-hundred and fifty pounds and wore pants that had more waist line than length. Ive always heard that it is whats on the inside that counts. Well, I had a lot inside. Twinkies and Mountain Dew, mostly. My one and only date with Anna ended in a complete disaster.

I grew up on a farm eight miles outside of Coffeyville Kansas. Im a fourth generation Taylor to live on that land. Sadly, probably among the last. I have no aspirations to be a farmer and neither do my siblings.

My older brother, Calvin, is the smartest person Ive ever met. He was born eight years ahead of me and is the cream in my parents coffee. Calvin graduated valedictorian and after he graduated high school, he went off to the Massachusetts Institute of Technology. After he graduated there, he went to work for NASA in Houston. He only stayed there a couple of years before he was recruited by a friend of his from MIT. Now he lives and works in Jackson Mississippi. He makes more money in a year than Ill probably see in my entire lifetime. He also has a great wife and three wonderful children. Calvin just makes me sick.

Carla, my younger sister, barely graduated high school. Not because she is dumb, shes probably as smart as Calvin. She just didnt care. Carla never held onto any ambitions outside of having fun and getting into trouble. Mom and Dad have bailed her out of jail multiple times for underage drinking and public intoxication. A year ago, Carla showed up at my parents house. No one had seen her in more than a year. She was pregnant and terrified. The father of the child was a real piece of shit. He denied even being the father. I spent more than a month trying to track him down, but things ran cold. Hed supposedly ripped off a dealer in Tulsa and was either disappeared or did it himself. No one has seen him since. Carla wanted to keep the baby and Mom and Dad welcomed her home. Now I have a beautiful niece that I absolutely adore.

Carlas pregnancy brought about a positive change for her. She turned her back on her so-called friends. She also became extremely responsible. Right after she moved back into Mom and Dads house, she found a job. She works here in Bartlesville as a filing clerk for a Certified Public Accountant. After working for the CPA, a couple of months, she told us that she wanted to go to school to become a CPA herself. We were all at the hospital adoring Leslie, when Calvin decided to show off how much money he has. He told Carla that if she was serious about going to college, he would pay for it. What an ass! Ok, so he wasnt really showing how much money he makes, he was just being Calvin. The guy is so sweet that you can get diabetes from just being in the same room as him.

I never saw myself doing anything. I didnt have the ambition that Calvin did. I also didnt have the penchant for the trouble making that Carla did. My high school years was spent sitting in front of the television or computer doing nothing at all. I didnt want to go to college. I didnt want to be a farmer. I just wanted to play games and hang out with my friends Ken and Brandon. When I graduated, I wasnt much to talk about. I was in the middle rankings for my classes. My first post high school job was delivery pizzas. Unlike Calvin, my parents didnt buy me a brand-new car when I graduated. I instead was given Dads truck. The very same truck Dad was given when he graduated high school. It was new back in 1987, in 2013, it looked like a farm truck. Dad being Dad, maintained it well. The body had dings and dents all over it, but the motor and transmission ran like they were brand new.

Delivering pizzas wasnt the job I thought it would be. My lazy ass, didnt last a month. I imagined it would be a lot of fun. Driving all night and getting paid for it sounded great. What I wasnt expecting was everything else that went with the job. Washing dishes. Sweeping and mopping floors. Taking out the trash. I actually had to work. That sucked on all kinds of new levels. Eight years later and my truck still smells like pizza. Ok, thats not a bad thing.

When I quit. Dad was pissed. He told me he wasnt going to support me for the rest of his life. I was pissed at the time. Now, Im glad he told me that. Dad grew up with my current boss. Thanks to his friendship, he helped me get a job working for the electric company in Bartlesville Oklahoma. A much larger town than Coffeyville and only, thirty miles south of home.

Day one of my new job helped me realize why I was being paid so much more money than I was earning delivering pizza. I spent nearly my entire first day holding a sign directing traffic while the rest of the team replaced power lines. The first twenty minutes or so fooled me into thinking this job was gravy. After spending hours standing still in the heat of the blaring sun. I was earning every penny that would show up on my paycheck. I went home, barely able to walk. When my alarm clock told me, I had to go back on my second day. I invented a whole slew of new curse words. That next morning though. Changed my perspective of the job.