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Introduction
This is my true story. Everything in this story did actually happen. I have changed names and locations of the people in this book. My participation in the events in this story were completely and totally with my permission and cooperation. I was a willing participant. As a matter of fact, in some situations, I was the instigator.
A lot of this story has strong sexual situations and graphic language.
I have no regrets about what occurred during the timeframe of this story. I am just sorry about the way it ended. I wish the whole thing ended differently.
The emails and texts that are in this story are copied from my records and are how they actually were communicated. Sometimes there was crossover between the emails, text, and phone calls as to the conversations we had. All text conversations are in bold and emails are italicized.
I did not use an editor or publisher. This is a 100% true story and I don’t want to alter it or add filler to make it sound better. I want all the events to be explained as they actually happened.
This account is just the two-month erotic exploration I had with my ex-boyfriend and my husband.
I know that some of the things that occurred were wrong. I wasn’t sure about writing this story or even putting it out there for others to read. But I don’t want to regret not doing this. It is just too crazy not be true was my thought when I decided to write this. I know I am not the only person that this has happened to, but this one is strange for sure.
Jenna
 
CHAPTER 1
November 9, 2023 - Thursday
11:54 AM
What color is your hair?
Wow, why would he ask that question first unless he knew the answer.
The answer was red.
It has to be him.
I don’t know if I can answer. I am so nervous. My husband isn’t home yet. He is on his way home from work. Maybe I can tell him we finally got someone to reply after months of trying to locate him.
I hadn’t talked to him in over 36 years. I just stare at the email on my phone. The email I sent was a final attempt to get a reply from him.
Now I get a text from Ron. Let’s Go. I go outside to wait for him to pull into the driveway. Moments later, I open the car door and get in. Off to Starbucks we go. Should I tell him now or wait until we get home. It would be a short ride, only about 10 minutes round trip. Once we get back from Starbucks, we go inside and Ron has his work station hooked back up. I sit in the office and open my laptop.
I click on the email tab. It is now anxiety that I am feeling. I have a big smile on my face. I look at Ron and I say “He replied”
“Really, what did he say?”
“What color is your hair.” I answer
“Answer him.” Ron said
One simple word, RED I reply and hit send.
“It’s got to be him, right?” I asked
DING. I got an instant reply.
What was your nickname?
On my God. It is him. How am I going to answer. I had a hard time even saying the nickname I had over 40 years ago.
Ron stood up and was behind me now, watching over my shoulder. “Well, tell him.” he said
No, I don’t know how I am going to get around to tell him without saying it.
My reply is It was the name of a Ted Nugent Song.
Then I start to think about it and I reply again with Just to be clear, I am only looking to catch up and say hi.
I don’t want him to think I am trying to hook up with him or asking anything from him. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea.
He must have been waiting for my reply, because again I get an instant reply that said Well, call me and he includes his phone number.
When is a good time? I ask
Right now! Again, with the quick reply.
Oh no! I can’t call him right now. I have to relax and calm myself down. And Ron is working. I want to wait until he was done for the day. After all, contacting him was Rons’ ideas. And right now, I feel like I am 14 years old again.
I will call you later tonight after dinner I email him.
I sit here without a thought. Just staring blankly into the ceiling. I am so surprised that he had answered. I close my computer and have a big grin. Butterflies are definitely fluttering in my stomach. I am not a confrontational person. I would just relax and try not to think about the call too much. Maybe I wouldn’t call. The last time I had talked to him I was kind of a tease to him. Maybe he didn’t remember that part.
7:10 PM
I dial the phone number he had given me earlier today. I am not going to be able to get out of this call. Ron insisted I call. Afterall, he had done so much research and found what finally turned out to be a good email for him. He made me send the email last night in a final attempt to find my first boyfriend. Eight different emails addresses and three different phone numbers with no responses. Then with the “It is always in the last place you look” type of logic, Ron had me send an email from my account. Before this reply, I wasn’t even sure what had happened to him or if he was still alive.
Hoping to get in contact with Stanley Gardner. I was just looking to catch up with you. Knew you MANY years ago.
“Hello?”
That voice. It is him. I recognize that voice instantly.
“Stanley?” I ask.
“Poon?” He answers.
“Hi!” I feel nauseous.
I have the phone on speaker so Ron can hear.
“I’m surprised you found me. How are you?” he begins.
“Great. I have you on speaker phone so my husband, Ron, can hear. He is the one who found your email address and he knows everything.” I said.
“Really, he does?” Stanley replied.
“Yes. We have no secrets.” I answer. This was a true statement. “So, you can say whatever.”
“Ok. You know, I knew it was you as soon as I got your email. I was just checking to make sure. And I wasn’t sure what you wanted.”
“Well, this past summer Ron and I were out in our pool and we started talking about our first experiences. I told him about you. I guess I never went into details before. He was curious about you.” I explain the story. “I told him how it ended, and since we never got closure, he wanted me to get that from you. Also, when we were in Vegas last month, I was pretty drunk and somehow your name came up and Ron said I had such a sad look on my face that he was determined to find you so I could talk to you one last time. A way to say goodbye to you.”
“Yeah, I guess things did come to an abrupt end. You called and said your parents found out about us and that was the end of it. Sorry about that.” Stanley said.
“I kind of got grounded. Only time in my life I ever got in trouble.” I inform him.
“Well, tell me about yourself.” Stanley said.
“We have been married for 35 years, together for 36. We have two sons and one grandson.” I tell him.
“Beautiful. I am not married and do not have kids. But I have been with my girlfriend for about 15 years or so.” He told me.
All I could think was that was a long time to be with someone and not be married at his age, at least it seemed that way to me.
“Where do you live?” I asked. I am now a little less stressed about speaking with him.
“I live in the Genesee area in West Seattle.” He answers. That was actually pretty close to us, only about 30 minutes north of us. I don’t want to give up too much information, so I reply that we were in the South King County area, close to Lakeland Hills. “I know where that is. I have a friend who live on Lake Tapps and we go out there a lot during the summer when the weather is nice.”
“Tapps is just a stone’s throw from us. We drive by the lake all the time. We will go out and cruise by a lot on the weekends.” I tell him.
“I bought a house in West Seattle about 10 years ago or so. I wanted to have a view of the sound, so I sold my house on Lake Sammamish. Got tired of the sunrise, and wanted the view of sunsets instead. I had that house for about 20 years. I really like my view now and I am close to Puget Sound.” He stated.
Ron grew up just a few blocks away from where Stanley lives and I worked in the area for several years, just down the street from where he lived. We were so close and didn’t even know it.
Wanting to know more, I continue to ask him “What do you do for work?”
“I own a construction company, have had it for over 30 years.” He tells us.
That must be lucrative.
“I have a lot of money. I don’t like to brag, but I am probably worth about eight million dollars.” Stanley continues.
Wow! He had really done well for himself. That is awesome. I never would have thought that of him. I am happy for him, especially considering the crowd he used to hang out with. He really didn’t seem to have much prospect that I remember anyways.
“I used to flip houses back in my younger days and made a lot of my money that way. I am surprised that you found me, Stanley is not my real name.” he said.
What? This sure sounded like the right person and he seemed to know what is going on. I am confused now.
“What is your real name?” I inquire.
“I can’t tell you. I have to protect myself and my money.” He declares.
That last thing that I want to do is go after his money. I am not that kind of person. I don’t care about his money and I didn’t know he had any when we contacted him.
“Yeah, I live by a lot of famous people.” He continued.
More bravely and nosey, I ask him “Like who?”
“Isaac William. He lives two or three doors away from me. When I first moved here, I was out doing yard work and a couple of kids were playing nearby and said hi. Next thing I knew, he was out calling his kids in for the day and he walked by. We started talking and he told me who he was. I knew him, but didn’t want to let him on to that. I played dumb. I told him I had heard of him but didn’t like his music. I am not a star fucker. Especially when that person turns out to be your neighbor. They just want to be a regular person. And I respect that.” He said. “I actually told him that his music sucked, that’s the kind of guy that I am. Say it how it is! We actually hit if off right away.”
“Cool” I reply.
“We hang out a lot when he is at his house up here. He has a lot of houses, and he isn’t here a lot. Him and other musicians he knows, we hang out. They come to my house and we jam a lot. Also, we have a lot of barbeques and parties. I like to host parties. My place is big enough for that.”
He is being pretty impressive. He had money, has done well for himself and has some influential friends.
“I have also hung out with Danny Hamilton and Ben Burgandy a lot as well. Danny has a sister who lives nearby and he invited me out there to hang with him. We played guitar and he gave me one of his. I actually have several guitars given to me from some pretty big names. I have about 100 guitars hanging on my walls. I offer to pay for them, but Isaac, Danny or Ben wouldn’t take anything, not from a friend they told me.”
Those guitarists are very renowned. Isaac William was one of the most famous in the area. He sang for one of the biggest bands to ever come out of Seattle area.
I tell him that we had seen some of the groups in concert that he was friends with. But most of the band were so big and it was so expensive to see them, or the venues were too big and seats were not of our liking and we didn’t attend often.
“I can get your tickets to the concert coming up this summer. I can call and probably get you seats front row if you want.” He brags.
“You have him in your phone?” I ask him as he told me another famous name. This person is a beloved singer in one of the most popular bands in the world.
“Yep, I sure do.”
“Ok, I have got to see your phone. Not the phone numbers, but who else is in there. That is impressive.” I told him.
“Sure, I will show you when I see you.” He said.
Now he wants to meet. I want to meet up with him as well. I really would like to see him once. It would be nice to say a goodbye to him and get a piece of mind.
“We will meet you, that would be fun.” I stammer. “And maybe you can tell me your real name, once you know I am not coming after you for anything. Just your first name, you don’t have to tell me your whole name. You can show me your license and cover up everything but the name if you want.”
“Let’s plan on it soon then. We live fairly close to each other; we will have to meet somewhere in the middle.” Stanley said.
“Ok, sounds like a plan. Talk to you later.” I tell him and we hang up.
“That is not what I expected.” I say to Ron.
Ron and I look at each other. Amazing that we had found him. We also discuss the information that Stanley gave us and talk about how the stuff he said seemed to be true, as it matches what we knew as well. But we also wonder about his name. We figure that this was why we had such a difficult time finding him, we had been using the wrong name. We are both also excited at the prospect of meeting up with him. Amazing how my feelings changed so much from before the call to after the call. It was like we instantly clicked again.
8:18 PM
I get a new email notification; it is from Stanley.
Good to talk to you. Send me a pic of yourself!
I have to find a decent picture of myself. I look way different than a I had back then, but who doesn’t? I want to send him a picture that he would like to see.
I find a picture on my computer from a few years ago that is acceptable and send it to him. It is just a tourist picture taken several years ago when we were on vacation to Alcatraz.
 
CHAPTER 2
June 1982

In the summer of ’82, I had just turned 14. Our neighbors had moved and a bunch of ‘troublemaker guys’ moved in to the house. Well, actually only two of them. Their names were Big Tommy and Frederick. They were very popular and always had a full house. Frederick had a twin brother, Paul, who was over so often that he basically lived there as well. I think he was there more than anyone. Most of their friends all went to high school together. The same high school I was going to be attending in just a few short months. I was a young teenager whose parents were always working. My sister was a serious Tom Boy who was four years younger. She spent all of her free time riding horses and playing with all the animals in the neighborhood. My best friend Kimberly and I were very nosey about the new neighbors next door. We watched out the window and always managed to find an excuse to be in the backyard so we could keep our eyes on them and what was going on. It was also a convenient way to have a frisbee or ball go over the fence so we could shimmy over there to retrieve it. If we were lucky enough, one of the hot guys would be outside and bring the lost item to us.

“Now you girls should be more careful next time so you keep your toys in your own yard” or something along those lines they would tell us.

Toys! We weren’t babies. We were just very curious teenage girls. It didn’t take long before we were climbing the fence and knocking on the door. We really wanted to hang out with them. We found any excuse we could.

After about a week of the new neighbors moving in, we managed to get inside the house.

None of the furniture matched. There were dishes strewn everywhere. The sink was full of pots and pans. Clothes draped all over the place; backs of chairs, on the floor and just a real big mess. We offered to clean up for them. Whether it was picking up the mess, doing the dishes or sweeping the floors. Anything to show off and get their attention.

“What would your parents think about you being over here?” one of them asked.

“I don’t know. They probably wouldn’t care. We are just trying to be neighborly.” I responded.

“You girls shouldn’t be over here, not a smart thing to do.” the tall one said. He wasn’t one who lived here, but was the second most often visitor.

He was very hot, had a deep voice and smelled really good. He was just sitting in the chair being Mr. Cool. I walked over to him, bent over and got really close, inches from his face and said “Well, nobody asked you.”

“You better be careful; you are going to get yourself in trouble.” He replied.

Kimberly was standing nearby just watching. I slowly turned around and nodded to her “We won’t get in trouble; we are good girls.”

“We always do what we are told” she interjected.

“Yeah, so there!” I added.

“Well, not everyone who hangs out here can be trusted. They might have bad intentions in mind for a couple of teases like you two.” He returned.

“OK Mr. Know-it-all. Whatever you say.” I said.

“It’s Stanley by the way.” He said.

“Ok Stanley, whatever you say.” I replied as coyly as I could.

“Let’s go.” I motioned to Kimberly as we started to walk out of the living room through the messy kitchen to the backdoor.

Kimberly and I laughed as we got to the bottom of the stairs heading back towards the fence to climb over it, returning to my backyard.
“Where did you get the courage to sass that guy that way?” She asked me.

“I don’t know, if just happened. I have no problem talking to him. He is so cute and tall. I like him.” I told her.
“You think so? I don’t know. The twins are more to my liking.” Kimberly replied.

“Oh God, he makes me feel all aflutter, and his cologne is very nice.” I had never felt this way before. My stomach was all jittery and I had a tingling feeling between my legs that I had never known was possible. This must be what it is like to be in love.

I had never had a boyfriend before or had any boy that I liked that way. I had friends that were males, but just friends, only pals.

I was going to have to get back over there without my friend somehow.