One Saturday, I was sitting at home, while Tracy was at work, when there was a knock at my door. It was a loud hard knocking and I wondered who that could be. I opened the door to find a rather grim faced man, an inch or two taller than me and about forty pounds heavier. He looked at me as though he wanted to kill me, which I didn’t understand.
“You are the creature that ruined my Donna.”
I remembered that Tracy’s given name was Donna, though she didn’t like me to use that name. She said that Donna was a name and person she wanted to leave far behind her. The man appeared to be about my age, so I took a guess that he was likely Tracy’s father – a correct guess, as it turned out. Somehow he’d found out where I lived and that Tracy was living with me.
“Ruined? She doesn’t see it that way.”
“You are a demon inspired slime that despoiled my daughter.”
“Demon inspired slime? You’ve got to be kidding.”
“You are a pervert who molested a child and ruined her.”
“She’s not a child. She’s nineteen. She has the right to decide when, if, and with whom to have sex.”
I had backed away from the door, and the man had stepped into my place. I wasn’t sure what to make of him, or whether he posed any real danger, but I preferred that my neighbors not hear what he had to say. I closed the door behind him, came over and sat on my sofa. He walked to where I sat and hovered over me threateningly.
“You led her on the path to sin and debauchery.”
“She has one lover – me – and no others, that I know of anyhow. And she’s my only lover.”
“And you clearly have no intention of marrying her.”
“She’s not ready for marriage. She’s made that pretty clear.”
“So you use her for your depraved purposes in the meantime.”
“If sex is depraved, why did God create it?”
“For the purpose of procreation and only between husband and wife. You’re engaging in fornication and debauchery.”
“We’re two people, both of age and consenting. Besides, you threw her out – you and her aunt.”
“In the hopes that she’d realize how she was sinking into depravity, and perhaps would straighten out.”
“You threw her out. She had no place to go. I took her in, no conditions, and we were not intimate until she’d been here a while.”
“You’re a liar as well as a pervert.”
“Whatever. She is here by her choice, and can leave if she chooses.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get to molest her, then get rid of her and find someone else to ruin.”
“She’s here because that’s what she’s chosen. If she leaves that’ll be her choice, not me throwing her out.”
“She was promised to a good Christian boy.”
“And if she wanted him, I suspect she’d be with him.”
“I’ve checked. Legally, there isn’t much I can do. Morally, we’ll see.”
“I’d say it’s been a pleasure talking to you, but that wouldn’t be true.”
“Don’t think I’ve enjoyed this.”
“You’ve been filled with self righteous indignation, and have enjoyed your self-righteousness immensely.”
“Maybe you should try some righteousness.”
“And maybe you should, as well. In the interim, leave Tracy, or Donna to you, and I both alone.”
“You haven’t heard the end of this.”
“I better have.”
With that, the man turned and walked out, slamming the door behind him. I got on the phone immediately to Tracy to tell her what happened and to warn her to be on the lookout for him. We decided that I should pick her up after work, to be safe. He showed up where Tracy worked and caused a scene, which made the manager have him thrown out.
He was waiting outside when I picked Tracy up from work. He glowered at her and I was pleased that she didn’t seem too intimidated by it. As we walked to the car, he came up and confronted us.
“Girl, we tried to raise you right, but with what you’re doing you’re going straight to hell.”
“We’ll look you up when we get there.”
He got right in my face and raised a hand as though he was going to strike me. I’d called the police when I saw him, and about that time, a police officer came up to where we were.
“Is there some problem here?”
“I was walking my girlfriend to my car when this man seemed to threaten us.”
“This girl is my daughter, and this pervert has molested her.”
The officer took the man aside and another officer came over to talk to Tracy and I. He talked to us each separately, but checked her identification to verify her age. Tracy said she made it very clear she was staying with me voluntarily, and that she wanted to continue that. The officers told us that if Tracy’s father persisted, he could be arrested for harassment. We went home and talked.
“What can we do, Charles?”
“Well, Tracy, we could get married. If you’re my legal wife, he can’t do much of anything. Besides it gives you health insurance through my job, and gives you other protections.”
“Is that what you want?”
“I want to be with you, and that way nothing can interfere with that unless you or I want it to.”
“What if we realize we aren’t right for each other?”
“Then we divorce and move on with our lives.”
“Some people already think you’re my father.”
“What do you want, Tracy?”
“I want to be with you.”
“Marriage just makes that legal, and makes it harder for your father to cause problems.”
“And that’s what you really want, Charles?”
We kissed, then tenderly made love. A year from now we may or may not think this was such a great idea. But for now, we’re going to be husband and wife. Later on, I wondered if her father’s visit was set up to trigger this. But for now my bad girl will be my good girl.
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