King Of The Hill Pornography Story: All In The Same Chapter 1

Arlen, Texas was so, how
do I describe it? Texas. Green lawns. Pick-up trucks in the
driveways. A few people walking their dogs now and again. Kids riding
bikes. Something was missing to make it complete. But I couldn’t put
my finger on it.

“Is this it?” I
asked, glancing at the home we just pulled up next to. Classic
suburban house. Well, classic suburban Texas house. I liked it
though.

She nodded. “Yes, it
is.” The car stopped. “Can I talk to you one more time
before I’m no longer adressed as ‘mom’?”

I rolled my eyes. “Mom,
I can never address you as ‘Janis’.” Even saying the name just
felt funny. I remember in the first grade whenever Mrs. Fickle asked
me what the lady picking me up’s name was I said “mommy”.
Hey, I was in the first grade. I didn’t know any better.

“I know,” My
mother laughed, nervously. “You understand that this could
change your life forever, right?” She looked me square in the
eye. That wasn’t normal because I was usually distracted, biting my
nails, fiddling my thumbs or looking out a window. We would just
talk. That right there proved this was a special event. “But
whatever happens is God’s decision. I won’t be upset no matter what
happens, I promise. If I break that promise, please tell me.”

I nodded my head. “Okay.”
My voice was small.

“Do you want me to
go?” Mom placed her manicured hand over mine. “Because I
will if you want me to. This is a big day. If you don’t want your mom
standing by you for it and embarrasing you, I won’t. But if you want
a helping hand of support and love, I will. You can do whatever you
want. Don’t-“

“Mom!” I
stopped her before she could go on any further. “Uh… No
thanks. I’ll go.” My hands nervously shook as I unbuckled my
seat belt and opened the door.

A few differnet neighbors
curiously glanced at me with curiousity from around the block. At
first I wanted to tell them all to mind their own business but that
would give a nasty impression on my part, and I didn’t want that. No,
I didn’t want that. Not at all. With a sigh, I rang the door bell.
What a long thirty seconds of waiting for that ring to be answered.
Mom always said I was paranoid about that kind of thing. Which I
really was. And right now, it was killing me.

A man in an orange
baseball cap, jeans, a brown short sleeved button-down, cigarrette in
hand and aviator sunglasses finally answered my call. So Texan. To
tell ya the truth it was kind of hard not to giggle.

“Are… you Dale
Gribble?” I rose an eyebrow and smile hopefully. Probably looked
pretty stupid.

You could tell even from
behind those sunglasses he was confused. “It depends, who wants
to know?” He asked. His voice was even more Texan.

I bit at my thumb nail.
“Rachel…” Now of all times I didn’t want to share my last
name. Me and my paranoid nature. Always a downside to it, I promise.
“Fletcher.” Just uttering that one word, I felt a little
bit. But still terrified out of my mind. “I’m your daughter.”

His mouth dropped a bit.
“Come on in.” He stepped aside to let me enter. “If
you will excuse me a moment.” He rushed out of the room and into
a different part of the house.

For all I know he could
be an FBI agent going to talk to his partner…

He was dragging a woman
with big blonde hair by the hand. “Explain this!” He
pointed at me, somewhat accusingly. Great, he did work for the FBI…

“Calm down, sug.”
She said, wrapping an arm around him. “I can explain.” She
shrugged, refusing to meet his gaze.

“You told me you got
an abortion!” His voice rose slightly. Now she was being stared
at accusingly. Alright, maybe they didn’t work with the FBI…

The woman sighed. “I
know, sug. But, I just couldn’t do it. So my mama and I planned to
give the baby to some nice family in Oklahoma. And I didn’t wanna
tell you…”

Me. I was from Oklahoma.
I was adopted. They had just left me without words to say. Oh my God.

“Nancy.” He
simply stated.

“Oh, sorry. We left
you standing here.” She glanced at me. “I’m Nancy, and this
here is my husband Dale.” Curiously she tilted her head and just
looked at me. It was pretty uncomfortable. “You’re my baby
girl?”

I nodded, refusing to
look her in the eye. “I guess so.” I glanced up at Dale for
less than two seconds. “You’re my parents.” Those words
felt strange coming out of my mouth. Like they weren’t supposed to be
there.

“Why are you here,
sug?” Nancy asked. Okay, she really had to stop with the sug
thing.

“Rachel.” I
cleared my throat. “Well, my adoptive parents just got divorced.
That was when my mom told me that I was adopted. She assumed that it
wouldn’t be best for me to stay with her in Oklahoma. So… she drove
me here.”

Dale looked at me for a
moment. “What’s your point?” Already I was loving that
voice of his.

“Well, do you wanna
raise me or not?”

Nancy exchanged a look
with Dale. “Is your Mama here?”

“Uh-huh. She’s in
the car. Want me to go get her?” I asked, pointing toward their
front door. It was simple enough. Surely Mom was out there going mad
already. She wasn’t paranoid like little old me, just curious was
all. Before either of them could answer I was walking down the way to
my mother’s car. The window was already rolled down for me. I leaned
against the side of the car. “The Gribbles wanna talk to you.”

Mom nodded, getting out.
As of now, she was just as nervous as I was. Within five minutes I
felt like I knew these people. My mother however, was acting like she
was about to make a deal with the devil. Quietly, she knocked on the
door. “I hope they like me.” She whispered, mainly to
herself. It took a lot of strength not to roll my eyes at her.

Now Nancy answered the
door, smiling small. “Hi.” She extended a hand. Ha ha, Mom
was shaking Mom’s hand.

“I’m Janis
Fletcher.”

“Nancy Gribble.”

Dale and myself didn’t
speak a word.

The next twenty minutes
were pretty boring. I got distracted. Mom pretty told my life story
longer than anyone else on this planet could. Maybe I didn’t want to
pay attention. When my mom talked about my life that way nowadayz I
got kind of sad. If I was staying in Arlen, there was so much I would
miss. I bit at my nails.

“What do you think,
sug?” Nancy looked at her husband. Her eyes looked really sad.
It bothered me.

Dale sighed. “Nancy,
I never got a chance to get to know my daughter. Hell, I didn’t even
know she existed.” The room grew quiet for a moment or two,
sending my paranoia into a frenzy. “I guess now would be a good
time to start.”

I grinned.

Mom sighed. “Let me
go get your things.” She stood and made her way towards the
front door.

“Oh, let me go with
you.” I hopped out of the recliner. Before I was even out of the
living room, Mr. Gribble was sitting where I was. “Mom, wait
up.” I hollered, pulling into the biggest hug she’d gotten from
me in quite some time. We didn’t hug that often. Only on special
occasion. Like really special occasion. This was special enough. The
occasion of a life time.

“Rachel.” My
mom almost sobbed into my shoulder. We never really cried either. I
take that back, in March when my Dad packed up and left I shed a few
tears. That was different though. She pulled away, looking me over.
“You’ll call me all the time, right?” She was hopeful.

I nodded. “Yeah.”
I popped the trunk open, grabbing my two bags. Hopefully we weren’t
giving them the wrong impression, me having my bags now. We brought
them for just in case they said yes. And they did so that saved Mama
a trip to Oklahoma and back.

“I love you.”
She kissed my cheek.

A single tear slipped
down over her lipstick stain. “I love you too.” I made my
way up the steps and into my new home. Wow… New home. I wasn’t
Rachel Fletcher anymore. I was Rachel Gribble. I hate to admit it,
but Gribble sounded so much better. Nancy was right there to grab my
bags and take them to a room I hadn’t seen. Dale and I approached
each other at exactly the same time.

“You don’t work for
the FBI, do you?” We both said in unision. I realized how much
my voice sounded like his. Kids at school always made fun of me for
the accent. I mean come on, what seventeen year old wanted to sound
like that? He made it sound so much better. I liked it. “Sorry.”
We both said at the same time, yet again.

“People always say
I’m pretty paranoid.” I blushed pulling a strand of light brown
hair behind my ear. “Is it in my blood?” I looked up at
him.

Dale nodded, inhaling
smoke from his cigarrette. “Yup.”