Hi everybody,

So I've decided what to do with this story. I don't want to deceive anybody, so I'll be up front. My goal is to post a few chapters of this story for free on Reddit, then move it to $5/month for the rest on Only Fans. No, I don't want to drag it out and that's just mean, but this isn't your average story and I potentially have a model to reenact a few scenes and want her to be properly compensated. If this doesn't interest you, I'm giving you a heads up, you might want to move along. Otherwise, enjoy!!

I sat down across from my new friend that I had met online almost 2 years ago from a blog she had started to write. Her life experiences changed my life and my marriage for the better in ways I would have never imagined; I owed her everything I had once had. At this point, the old me felt like a lifetime ago and even more so now with the new life changes that had happened.

Rebecca is an amazing friend. Unconventional, sure, but a great friend. When I needed to get out of Kansas for a break and clear my head to look towards the future, hers was the place I ran to. I know, “internet stranger danger”, but at this point I’ll take my chances of getting axe murdered. Maybe then I could find some peace.

We had decided to have some lunch in the garden and take a break from her giving me a tour of her property that her and her husband Kent own. Multiple different buildings including a lake house, a garage, the main house, a sport court, a barn for their animals, the Ballroom for their community functions, and a few other buildings they have found useful. They were great at buying property at the right time and had successful investments that had largely grown over the years. I’ve never met her or her family, but all that was slowly changing.

Allen, her oldest boy was married and going to the University of Kansas for his schooling. He had met his wife there and started a lucrative business in the Tulsa area where Rebecca and Kent live. Jane was Allen’s wife and a very pretty and put together woman. They were a great match, much like Rebecca and Kent, looking and acting like a power couple wherever they went. Jacie was a tennis star and also celebrated the Jayhawk traditions her parents did once upon a time. The three of them were visiting for the summer to take a break from school work and responsibilities surrounding them. Grant was the youngest and still in high school, but was a very athletic and active boy. He was a respectful young man that shook my hand and wasn’t afraid to show off a “winning” smile.

The perfect life was lived here, one I always dreamed about myself before it all came crashing down. Everything you could ever want was right here, except for hearing about - “Mom!” a voice shouted in the distance. I had no idea who it was, but it definitely wasn’t the respectful 4 children I had already met of Rebeccas’. A young man stepped into view and was rapidly walking towards us at our lunch table in the garden. Tate, the 3rd child in the lineup. Rebecca had told me before that he was the problem child of the bunch. An unfortunate car crash had left him in a bad state for a few years and robbed him of a few opportunities growing up. “Entitled, underappreciative, grown child” had been what she called him. From the way he was walking towards us, her assessment didn’t seem far off.

He stormed up to his mother and once again yelled, “Mom!”

Rebecca turned to her son and cocked one eyebrow. Measuring her tone, she simply responded with “Yes?”

Tate folded his arms and simply stated, “Where is my shirt that was coming in the mail today?” I tried to hold in laughter as I saw this boy act like a 4-year-old throwing a tantrum in front of me. Is he serious right now?

His eyes grew sharp as he stared her down, turning to storm away. Rebecca called after him, “Tate!” He spun on his heel and slowly walked back to the table. I felt safe behind my sunglasses, not that I needed them to shield me from a grown man-child, but more so that I could look at him freely. This whole kid screamed at me that he needed discipline. Coming from an old-fashioned background, I already knew how to respect my elders and important people around me, but my tastes in my life made it even more so. He needed a lesson taught to him asap. Rebecca turned to me with a smile and politely said, “This is my friend Andrea. Would you care to say hello?”

Tate must’ve finally realized I was there, dropping the scowl just a little and sizing me up and down a few times. I smiled at him and stuck out my hand towards him, “Hi, my name is Andrea, it’s nice to meet the last of Rebecca’s children.” He looked me up and down again, then turned to his mother. She must have given him a “look” as he changed his face into a half smile as he shook my hand and responded “My name is Tate. Nice to meet you, but I must be going.”

Once again, he turned on his heel and huffed away from our table. I had no idea if I wanted to laugh at the kid or spank him.