Tuesday Tales - Debut

It`s time for Tuesday Tales!

Today we have a snippet from One-on-One, Cayuga Cougars #5, my current MM hockey romance WIP. This romance centers around Lancaster Hart, associate coach for the Cougars, and Townsend Harris, a mayoral aide. In today’s snippet Lancaster is having a chat with his daughter.

Our word prompt today is “Debut.”

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!

Monday mornings are the same all over, I reckon. If you’re a bartender, a cop, a trash man, or an associate coach for an AHL team. Mondays are Mondays and daughters are daughters.

“…asked me what my daddy did for a living. When I told him he was all like, ‘Uh, well, I only pay attention to real sports’.”

Charity’s eyes, the same color of aged whiskey as mine and her twin brother Charles, snapped with irritation. I sat back in my chair, smiled at the dark-haired firebrand, and asked the all-important question.

“Did you tell him he could take a long walk off a short pier?”

She giggled, her smile lighting up my Monday in ways nothing else could. “I may have told him a few things that would make Grandma Marigold wash my mouth out with her famous lye soap.”

“That’s my girl,” I chuckled. Lord but I enjoyed these Skype calls with my children. Both were attending the University of Georgia, Charles majoring in biology while Charity pursued a career in political science. My son was happiest when looking through a microscope and my daughter was the family crusader, her goal to one day be the first female biracial Democratic governor of Georgia, our home state. Ever since Charity had made her debut in this world she’d been destined for great things, as had her brother. “As for your Grandma Marigold and her lye soap, I think you’re safe. Now me on the other hand…”

You could say that my ex mother-in-law had been a little put out with me for deciding to “turn” gay after being married to her daughter for close to twenty years. I’d been out and divorced from Bettina, Betty to all of us who knew and loved her, for going on two years now, and Marigold still gave me scorching looks at every family event.

Truth be told, my ex-wife had handled my coming out way better than her mother had. Different generation and all is part of that. Also, Betty told me she had strongly suspected my secret for many, many years. The lack of any viable love life after the twins had been born had been her first clue she had informed me. I’d been there, physically, on occasion, but emotionally? Nope. And I’ll always feel terrible for robbing her of those years. She could have been with someone who really wanted to bed her, not someone who was going through the motions to make himself feel just a little straighter, as if that were even possible. That would be like asking a frog to turn into a dachshund.

Copyright 2018 ©by V.L. Locey

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