The Abduction Chronicles

by Thomas L. Hay

  “Colleen, how about I show you some of my disco moves?” I struck the Travolta pose, and she and her friends laughed.

  “Sure,” she responded, as she followed me to the dance floor.

  Donna Summer’s Bad Girls got us grooving, and we ended up dancing the night away.

  Disco dancing was very provocative, sexy, and teasing, especially with a fox like Colleen. This girl got me HOT! HOTTER! HOTTEST! Apparently, she warmed up to me, too.

  You guessed it. One thing led to another and before I could shake a stick, my fantasy became my reality. My friend became my lover.

  Knock knock Tommy boy. She’s married.

  Come on. Give me a break. Surely you can understand the circumstances. Colleen was just so damned irresistible. I would find out later, she got off on teasing me. What man doesn’t love to be teased by a sexy woman? Another challenge, another adventure, another conquest! It was high time for ‘The Kid’ to get back in the saddle again.

  I know, I had promised myself that I would never get involved with a married woman. Lucky for me, she wasn’t all that happy with her marriage.

  I completely lost all my willpower as I was ripe for a pickin’. I figured, what the heck. Why not have some fun? I’d been miserable long enough. Most men who laid eyes on her would have loved the opportunity to be in my shoes. I must admit, this put a charge in my mojo.

  Tommy, when are you ever going to learn that messing around with a married woman will just lead to heartaches? Stupid is as stupid does.

  There you go using that phrase again. But darn, I figured she was well worth any heartaches I might endure.

  But wouldn’t you know it, if reality didn’t put a dent in my fantasy. Could have been those guilty feelings of being with a married woman ’cause the first two times we hit the sack it just wasn’t clicking. Maybe we needed to get that guilty conscious bugger boo out of our heads.

  Holy Cow, the third time was a charm. Either the bugger boo dissipated or I found her G-spot, because we connected like two love birds. From that moment, we enjoyed a fantastic relationship but unfortunately only for a couple of years. Sometimes when fantasy meets reality, there is a hard knock somewhere down the line.

  Oh! By the way, least I forget, Colleen was an African-American (to be politically correct). She had the same skin tone as Fiza. Now I was finding myself attracted to petite, dark complexioned, brown-eyed, and dark-haired women instead of the tall, long-legged, blue-eyed blondes of before.

  In the eighties, interracial relationships were still frowned upon in the Midwest. But hell, that didn’t stop us, ’cause we both had an adventurous spirit and liked living on the edge.

  It wasn’t long before her husband started having suspicions and our exciting adventure became somewhat dangerous.

  After work one day, we were going to her friend’s house to ‘chill’. No sense in going in two cars, so she parked her car at a Quik Trip on the way, and we rode together to her friend’s house. When we returned to her car, out pops this Mike Tyson look alike from behind a trash bin angrily shouting at us.

  “Where in the hell have you been? And what ya doin’ with this white dude?” he shouted as he approached the car, curling and uncurling his fist in a raging Hulk-like fashion.

  “You know this guy?” I asked her, as my voice went up an octave in fear. I was physically fit but figured I was no match for this maniac.

  “He’s my husband,” she shrieked, flashing her scared eyes at me.

  He must have spotted her car while driving around looking for her.

  “Oh shit!” I prayed he didn’t have a weapon.

  He didn’t, thank God. Somehow, Colleen calmed him down by convincing him I was a co-worker just giving her a ride to her car. (Well, that night I actually was.) Whew, we were able to breathe for another day, though the shock probably took a few years off both our lives.

  This incident encouraged her to make a life changing decision. She decided it was time to get out of the marriage and filed for a divorce. She wanted it to be just the two of us. Of course, I didn’t have a problem with that. We didn’t have to sneak around, and I wouldn’t have to share her anymore.

  We thought about living together, but she had a nine-year-old son to raise, so we determined it would be best to live separately. She rented a townhouse close to me.

  Feeling confident in the relationship I took her to my sister’s birthday party. My whole family was there, and it was the first time they met Colleen. This was right after Dad had finally come to terms with me reconnecting with my birth Mom. All were cordial while we were there, but afterwards, Dad called me.

  “Don’t you be bringing that colored girl to my house,” he hissed.

  Whoa! Where did that come from? I hadn’t expected that, even from my Dad.

  “Okay, Pop, whatever you say,” I said, more than a little shocked and irritated.

  I never knew my Dad to feel this way toward ‘colored’ folks. I hadn’t experienced that growing up. He gave me the silent treatment again that lasted until after Colleen and I broke up.

  Amazingly, Colleen’s family had no problem accepting me, even after knowing that I was the white dude responsible for breaking up her marriage. I got the impression they hadn’t liked her husband much anyway. I never felt one bad vibe from anyone in her family, not even her father, which really surprised me.

  With us both working for the airline, we got discounted airfares. We took trips to Mexico, Spain, and England. In England, we visited my brother and his wife. They took to Colleen right off the bat. Mike had quit his job with Saudi Airlines. He took his family, his small fortune, and moved to England to open his own business.

  In Acapulco, Mexico, I did my first parasailing. As adventurous as she was, I couldn’t persuade Colleen to do it with me. A little bird told me she was afraid of heights. Like the champion that she was, she stayed on the beach and cheered me on.

  We took a trip to Malaga, Spain. The 36-hour flight was exhausting, and we needed to crash. I decided to go to the hotel pool to get some shut-eye and a tan to boot. Colleen already had a tan, so she stayed in the room. I couldn’t get a wink of sleep at the pool because there were female breasts galore.

  In some European countries, most women don’t wear a top at the beaches or swimming pools. Come on man, that’s not fair, especially when you’re tired and need to get some shut eye. Someone, please tell me, how can one sleep with his eyes popping out?

  We also attended a bull fight. I’ll never do that again—it was gruesome. Blood squirted out when the matador stabbed the bull repeatedly with his sword. No wonder most cheered for the bull.

  We were having a wonderful time and sharing a lifetime of adventures. We never had a disagreement or argument or said a cross word to each other. It was a very open and satisfying relationship. What could possibly go wrong?

  Yep, you guessed it, for one reason or another, they just don’t last very long for me. Sooner or later the shit had to hit the fan, and sure enough, it did. BAM, right out of the wild blue yonder, the shit started flying everywhere.

  It started when we returned from Spain, I got a very confusing and disturbing letter from Claudia:

  Tom—When you read my auto-bio, you will see that I was a non-sexual, perverted to suit the designs of the underworld. If you ever want me back, I would be able to do it, if you could tolerate the facts and not be influenced in how you treat me in anyway by THEM. I realize they put pressure on you then to keep me fucked up, but since you have become a more devout Christian and realize that the woman has to have her own mind. I thought you might consider the idea of living together as friends.

  I’ll never be a sexual partner to anyone. My soul-mate exists but is too old and has many other interests. There never could be anyone but him, for we are as a Christian brother, and this is what most marriages are anyhow. After knowing all the things I know now, I could never fake the wife role again.

  I fear the thugs at work are going to either punch my face in or
rape me, eventually. It would be nice to know that there is a sanctuary somewhere that I could go to. That’s only if you could tolerate my past and the evil spirits that follow me everywhere and my non-sexually. Claudia

  A few days later another disturbing letter arrived:

  Tom -This is a segment of my auto-bio. It’s an actual occurrence: I awoke to intense sexual feelings. He (my soul-mate) may have been subjected to an electric appliance, or someone was actually taking him. I went back to sleep and had a most peculiar astral projection. I was out of my body and riding high above the trees in the night. I looked up and from the south approached a wind (churning, rolling, grayness). From the north (black rolling clouds with a light in the middle). Both were coming together over my head with tremendous speed. I assumed my body would be hit by lighting. The instant I feared, my astral spirit started to descend back into the car, as the ground and trees became larger. I then felt a warmth in my spinal area. Once awake, I heard a semblance of a service, which seemed to be occult, (in a basement) and it then dissipated into their voices, the ones I usually hear. Claudia

  The letters got me thinking that she surely had to of had some loose marbles. Then a couple days later she called: “I can’t control Kristy and Jason anymore. They won’t do what I tell them. I can’t take it anymore. It’s your turn to raise them now.”

  Our daughter had just turned 14 and our son was 12. You might remember, years ago, Claudia had divorced me and high-tailed it to the East Coast with the kids and now, when the going got tough, she informs me it was now my turn to raise them. I felt like saying, “Hey, you made your bed when you divorced me and took them out of my life, now sleep in it.”

  But then, I realized she was giving me the opportunity to be the father I hadn’t been able to be all those years. She was giving me the opportunity I had always wished for.

  “Okay, no problem,” I reluctantly agreed.

  At that time, I didn’t realize I would soon feel like Little Red Riding Hood as the life I knew was about to be gobbled up by two big bad teenagers.

  At first, things went okay. It was the getting-acquainted-with-each-other again moment. Colleen, being a mother herself, was a big help. The kids enjoyed her and her son. But our no-strings-attached relationship was in for a severe adjustment.

  There were to be no more overnights with Colleen at my place. Had to set a good example as a parent. We could only be together alone at her place. And to do that, she had to leave her son at her folks, and I had to get a babysitter. Major annoying adjustments.

  I thought it might do us all good to take a trip together. So the five of us went on a family vacation to Greece and then to Israel. None of the kids had ever been out of the country so it would be a good experience for them.

  In Israel, we visited Bethlehem and the birthplace of Jesus. We visited Jerusalem and saw the wall that separates the Jews and Muslims. The trip was going reasonably well until the next to last day in Tel Aviv.

  We were touring the country by rental car. Three kids in the back seat constantly pestering each other finally got on my nerves. Colleen and I had our first argument.

  “Can’t you control your kid?” The bite in my voice put her on edge.

  “Can’t you control yours?” She spit back.

  That was the beginning of the end. With kids in the equation, our relationship was changing—and not for the better.

  After we got back from the trip, my Christian roots started barking at me. I started thinking that, as a parent, I should be setting a good example. Shacking up with Colleen was not a good example, and I started feeling guilty. I began taking the kids to church, which led me to become a born-again Christian. After that I thought about marriage. But I figured it would only complicate things even more, especially with my Dad. As much as I hated to, I knew I had to end the relationship with Colleen. She saw it coming, too, but it was still difficult for us to kiss and say goodbye.

  ...I got ties and so do you, I think this is the thing to do. It’s gonna hurt, I can’t lie, let’s just kiss and say goodbye...

  *****

  Another relationship sucked down the tube. We reluctantly parted and eventually drifted apart. Without paddles, the current was too swift to keep us together. It had been a fantastic two years.

  She took a different job position in another building. It helped that we didn’t see each other anymore at work. I heard a year later, she married, which really kind of surprised me. It wasn’t long after that I heard she was sick with some type blood disease. Shortly thereafter, I heard she passed away. Surprisingly, the news hit me really hard and I found myself crying my eyes out. Didn’t see that coming.

  Out of respect for her husband, I didn’t go to her funeral. I knew I would probably become emotional and lose it in front of everyone. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or the other attendees who would have wondered why I was being so emotional. That’s when it hit me that I must had been in love with her.

  ...In my life there’s been heartache and pain. I don’t know if I can face it again. I want to know what love is...

  Alone and depressed again? Not for long with two teenage monsters strolling through the house.

  Help! The Comeback Kid would need to acquire some parenting skills. And the sooner, the better.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Parenthood

  Wow, what a contrast! I had gone from an international playboy gallivanting around the globe to single parenting two teenager monsters. My new hat didn’t fit so well.

  Now, instead of my usual bowl of cereal for breakfast, I had to organize the kid’s breakfast. Had to make sure they had money for their school lunches. Had to make sure they had done their homework. Had to set ground rules. Playing skip-rope took on a whole new meaning ’cause here I was at the age of 38 learning to skip a new rope.

  What had those kids gone through with Claudia? From the letters I had received, it seemed she was living her life on needles and pins. She must of had had no control over their behavior, ‘cause it seemed I inherited a couple of wild animals.

  We were like rams at rutting season, butting heads as soon as the newness wore off. They had no understanding of the word ‘no’. And as for rules, well, let’s just say that was a foreign concept to them. They were about to experience some ‘tough love’.

  One summer night I awoke and heard voices outside on the patio. When I went down to check, I saw the both of them talking with a school friend. They were outside after their curfew, so I locked the patio door and went back to bed. I didn’t unlock the door until the next morning. Imagine my surprise to find them up so early in the morning. Usually, it was a pain in the butt getting them up on time to go to school. Boy, were they pissed. But it taught them a lesson, ’cause I never had a problem with them violating curfew again.

  Who said that raising kids was supposed to be fun and rewarding? At times it got so frustrating, I just wanted to run away and hide. For sure, if I hadn’t started going back to church, someone might have been crucified.

  I tried getting the kids involved in activities in school. Kristy joined the band and learned to play the flute. Jason wasn’t much interested in anything that had to do with school. He was interested more in activities outside of school. He and I did learn to water ski. All three of us went on a snow ski trip to Colorado. I got Jason on a YMCA basketball team. They needed a coach, so guess who coached? I tried getting him interested in baseball, but he didn’t get into it like Dad. Fishing would be his sport. I also got him involved with the Boy Scouts. He seemed to like it. That resulted in me getting my first moving violation (speeding ticket doing thirty in a twenty-mph zone) taking him to a Scout meeting one night in Parkville. Not bad—forty-one years old before my first ticket.

  *****

  As you know, since replacing Tom, I’ve had several weird dreams of being lost in a strange futuristic world and longing to return home. In one such dream I traveled across continents laid barren to several Dome cities, each a replica of one another.


  I was an international playboy gallivanting around the globe in a flying saucer, piloted by a familiar ‘alien’ being.

  I called out to him, “Hey, Monroe, which city are we visiting next?”

  There was a Dome city on each of Earth’s continents. There were both ‘aliens’ and human beings living together inside the Domes. One Dome city would have Latino humans. Another would be Asian humans, while another had European humans, etc. The ‘aliens’ all looked and dressed the same.

  Apparently, Monroe wasn’t paying attention to my thoughts, as he didn’t respond right away.

  I was about to repeat my question when he raised his hand for me to keep silent.

  Sorry, I had to make a correction to our course. We are approaching the Asian subcontinent Dome.

  Hot damn. I could picture I would have me a long black hair cutie, with almond-shaped eyes, and a petite figure sprouting luscious water melon breasts.

  Monroe had been escorting me to different Dome cities to meet women in a coffee shop type atmosphere, where we would get acquainted. It was much like meeting someone for a date; only this date was for the purpose of procreation.

  After it was determined she was pregnant, I would move on to the next Dome. There were some hot steamy nights that would make a romance novel sweat.

  This particular visit was slightly different. I was escorted to a secluded room and told the female was waiting inside. There would be no formalities on this date.

  In the dimly lit room, I could barely make out a naked women lying on a bed. When my eyes adjusted, I could see she was prepping for the occasion. I undressed and laid beside her, “Hi. I’m…”

  She covered my mouth with her hand.

  “No talking. Just do it,” she commanded while spreading her legs.

  It was rabbit swift...Wham-Bam…thank you, Madame.

  But when I rose to leave, she grabbed and pulled me back on top of her, her breasts melting into my chest.