A few weeks ago, the wife and I got divorced. We had been together for a good thirteen years. It came very much out of the blue. I had just come home from my usual job as a sanitation worker. Yes, a garbage collector was also the most prestigious job one could ever wish for. So what? The pay, however, was worth it. It was a tough job but a well-paid one, especially if you took extra garbage routes. But enough about that....

Fuck you, Mom! - Part 2 of 3 My stepdaughter Mathilde and I stared deeply into each other's eyes. They were filled with all sorts of mixed emotions. Disappointment, failure, jealousy, anger, love, and an inner thirst for revenge. We loved each other, and there was no doubt about that. She sat astride me, with her nightgown open and her hands on my shoulders. Silently, we communicated, and both agreed that the path we were...

"Shhh, save those feelings for a little while longer; I want you to take full advantage of them when you have to get revenge on Mom," Mathilde whispered, putting a flabby index finger to my lips to calm and put a damper on my growing frustrations over her behavior. I only became more enraged, but when she purposefully placed her hands on the top of my rib cage and began to caress them calmly up to my neck, it calmed my te...