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Kissing My Angel Goodnight

By: StangStar06



Author's note: Hi folks, this one is a bit darker and those of you who really like happy endings might want to skip it. As usual, if you don't like it. There will ne something different next week. I hope you all enjoyed your Thanksgiving. And as usual I really need to give Kudos to mikothebaby for not only editing this story but for suggesting something dark in the first place. So if you like it you should thank her, if you don't then blame me. Thank you for reading it. Without you I'd have no reason to write. 

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As I'd done thousands of times before, I leaned over and kissed my beautiful wife goodnight. This time was different though. This time I wasn't in the bed with her, I was leaning over it. She was completely naked as usual but I was fully dressed and more. I wore gloves and a full black face mask. The room was completely dark. I'd smeared on Nova Gel, a chemical masking gel that the Navy seals use to make sure that exposed areas of my skin left no DNA traces.

I totally ignored the man slumbering in the bed beside my angel as I pressed my lips to hers for the last time. Unexpectedly, she awoke. Though she wasn't fully conscious, she turned and tried to sit up. "Dale," she slurred, barely conscious. Her brain was fighting to regain awareness. "Dale, I was wrong. I love you, not him. Forgive me," she said. Her voice sounded as if she was confused or drunk, but I knew that she wasn't.

I placed my gloved finger gently on her lips to silence her so we wouldn't awaken her lover. "Shhh, honey, we'll talk about it in the morning," I said. It was all I could do not to cry. "Go to sleep, Sandy. It'll all be better tomorrow." She nodded and settled her head back on the pillow. I tip toed back across the room. Once outside the room, I quickly left the building by the rear stairway. I didn't run into anyone on my way out. All of the security guards that had been hired for the night were in the security office. It was one o'clock in the morning and they only did their rounds in 15 minute intervals. That is, when they actually bothered to do them at all.

As I got into the car I'd rented for the evening, I pulled out my iPhone and launched an app that restarted the hidden Kerosene micro heaters in Sandy's room. No matter what the morning brought, I was glad I'd taken this chance to kiss my angel goodnight one last time.

I quickly drove the three blocks to my house. I slipped in the back and wiped the Nova Gel off with an antiseptic wipe. I took off my clothes and put the sweats that I'd worn before back on and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Hey, are you trying to turn into a prune?" I asked. Naturally she couldn't hear me. The woman reclining in my spa tub had headphones on, cucumber slices over her eyes, a towel wrapped around her long hair and some kind of facial cream all over her face. 

I tapped her on the shoulder startling her. She pulled the cucumbers off and removed the headphones and then smiled at me. "Come on, Dale," she pouted. "I haven't been in here for very long. It's only been..."

"It's been a half hour," I said frowning at her. "That's a long time."

"No it isn't, Honey," she said. "I love to soak in the tub. Besides after what you did to me earlier, my little pussy is going to need some major recovery time. And the rest of me will too. "I'll recover a lot faster, this way. Besides we're not going to work tomorrow. I have the day off and you told me that you're taking it off too."

"Yep, sweetie I am," I said. "I do have to go to that meeting with my lawyer about the divorce, but I'm spending the rest of it with you."

"Ooh, then I'm really going to need to soak," she smirked. She started putting her headphones back on but I grabbed her hand and kissed her. I was amazed as her tongue shot into my mouth as she turned the kiss into something far more passionate than I'd intended.

"I know it's very early Dale," she said. "We haven't been together for very long, but I think I could love you."

"I think I'm ready to move on too," I said. "Tomorrow I'm going to tell the lawyers to just go ahead and settle things. I won't try to delay the divorce anymore. It's time for me to move on with my life."

She smiled and leaned her head back and put the cucumbers back over her eyes. I felt really guilty about using Page the way I was. But she was a big girl. She'd get over it. Besides she was the one who usually used guys and then fucked them over. She had a reputation for meeting a guy, giving him the full court press and moving on after she was done with him. Then she talked about them when she'd broken things off. 

She often sat around the employee's lounge at work belittling her conquests with the other secretaries. Her victims were usually the laughing stock of the company until she found her next mark. It would be interesting to see how this one played out.

I went back into my bedroom and bundled up the clothing and the shoes I'd worn for my little escapade. I went out the back door and dropped the entire bundle into the trash can along with the rest of my garbage for the week. Trash pickup was tomorrow morning very early. I went back inside, grabbed a Dos Equis out of the fridge and went into my bedroom. I checked the home management app on my iPhone. The heaters, all four of them were functioning correctly.

I logged into my iTunes account and restored my iPhone to its factory settings. Since the home management app I'd used wasn't an "official" app, my phone had to be jail broken to run it. Restoring my iPhone 4s to its factory settings would remove the app, all of its data and any record of it ever being on my phone.

I stripped down to just my boxers and started to get into bed. As I reached for the switch I paused. As usual I couldn't look, even in passing, at the large framed picture of Sandy without thinking back on all of the memories we'd made together over the past 12 years. I wondered how Page had missed this picture in her quest to remove all things Sandy from my house.

I was 22 years old when I met Sandy. That was a little over twelve years ago. I'd graduated the year before with a degree in business. I had a pretty good job, but my bosses at the company had let me know very quickly that I needed to get my ass back in school. My degree was good but without an MBA there was definitely a ceiling on how high I'd ever be able to rise in the company. They thought I had a lot of potential, but I needed the right credentials along with more experience to realize it.

I walked purposefully into the classroom that first day. I was one of the younger people in my class, but unlike a lot of them, I already had my degree. I also had already begun my career. I had two big ass chunks of my life already taken care of. In my mind, I was head and shoulder above the rest of them.

My confidence faded as soon as she walked into the room. Okay, maybe walked isn't the correct term. She kind of floated in. And just like that she rendered everything thing else in the room, in my life and even in the world, unimportant.

It was one of those surreal moments when everything comes into focus. Writers and artists often describe it as being a moment of destiny or a moment of pristine clarity when all of the stars align.

It was like the instant when Mario Andretti first sat down in a race car, or Leonardo DaVinci first picked up a paint brush. Everything from then on just seemed to make sense.

I gazed in awe, even forgetting to take in or expel oxygen, on her matchless beauty. As she looked around the room for an empty seat our eyes locked together. I saw my entire future outlined in those green eyes. Her angelic face, those eyes, that tiny button nose and those generous lips all speckled with a healthy dose of freckles smiled at me. 

I say her face smiled at me because it's true. When Sandy smiles it's not just with her mouth. Her eyes, her cheeks every part of her face is involved in the smile. 

Her long curly red hair framed that beautiful face and cascaded down her back like the most perfect waterfall nature ever made. Her slim shoulders gave way to long, thin but beautifully shaped arms. Her hands were tiny but long fingered. Her fingers seem to be a part of the way she communicates. Even today Sandy has a way of saying things with her hands that make words unnecessary. Like the way she'd sometimes just point at her lips, to tell me that she needed to be kissed.

Sandy's breasts could barely be called that. They were more like bee stings. Her friend Kathy used to joke that when God gave out titties, Sandy was stuck in the ass line, going back for seconds. 

Sandy's lack of development above the waist was more than made up for below it. Her ass wasn't huge, it was just so perfectly developed and perfectly proportioned that what she could do to a tight skirt was unnatural and what her ass did to jeans should be considered deadly.

Her legs, like her arms were thin and longish, terminating in feet that could convert you if you weren't a foot guy. Before Sandy, I wasn't and even now I'm not. But when it came to Sandy let's face it, from the very first moment I laid eyes on her, I worshipped every part of that woman.

I was sitting there in class that fateful day just after our eyes had locked and I watched her walking straight towards me, carrying her books. She got closer and closer, looking straight into my eyes with every step. My heart seemed to be beating harder with every passing second. Then she got to me and walked right past me. I went into shock. My heart broke in that second. 

I started wondering where I'd gone wrong, what I'd done. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter to me anymore. I looked down at my book so no one could see the depth of my disappointment. 

Then I felt it, the tiniest little tapping on my shoulder. I turned and there she was sitting down right next to me and smiling. "Lighten up," she said. "I was just fucking with you."

"Whuh," I said. Sandy and I would often comment on the elegance of the first words I said to her.

"Sandy," she said, proudly sticking out her tiny, long fingered hand for me to shake. I just stared at it. "It's about God damned time," she smiled. "Can you feel this?"

"Huh?" I said. 

"Us," she said still beaming at me. "It's like bathing in a beam of light. It's all warm and tingly."

I literally had no words. I was saved from further embarrassment by the arrival of our professor.

Throughout my life, I've always been a very good student. I'm relatively smart, though no Mensa candidate. But that first class, even though it was only orientation, was the hardest class I've ever had. The professor seemed to drone on and on for hours talking about God knows what. I don't remember a single word that he said. I was lucky I took every handout he gave us and put them dutifully into my folder to review later. Had I not, I'd have been doomed.

I spent every second of that class, trying my hardest not to stare at the crimson haired angel to my right. Whenever I did cautiously look over at her, she was always smiling and catching me staring at her. A couple of times I did see her taking notes, or so I thought. But that only made me feel worse because I started wondering what she was taking notes on and if I should be writing something down also. Later I took a look at her notebook and was shocked to see that she wasn't taking notes at all. She'd spent most of the class drawing little hearts and angels. I hoped that they were about us.

Then mercifully soon the class ended. I looked at my watch and found out that the three hours of torture I'd just endured, had only been 45 minutes. The professor had ended that first class after going over his syllabus and explaining the rules of his class and how we'd be graded.

All around us, the other students were picking up their belongings and leaving. Sandy turned to me and smiled again.

"You never did tell me your name, Honey," she said. She picked our conversation up as if we'd or actually she'd never stopped talking.

"Dale," I said. "Dale Masters."

"Ooh, I like that," she said. "Put us together and we sound like one of those snooty little towns that don't let just anybody live in them."

"Huh?" I said.

"You know, like Riverdale, or Sunnydale," she smiled. She had a way of making everything seem logical just by punctuating it with that smile. No matter how retarded it sounded, if she smiled when she said it, I went for it.

"Riverdale is the city from the Archie comics," she said. "And Sunnydale is the town that Buffy the vampire slayer lives in. You and me, we'd make Sandydale."

"Oh," I said. "As if I had a clue what the fuck she was talking about.

"Grab your stuff, Honey," she said. "We have to get out of here."

There it was. The first time she ever used her magical powers on me. It was stronger than hypnosis, stronger than a hex or a spell and it would take me years to develop the power to resist it. I'd planned on spending the night after my first class, reading the file on one of my new accounts at work. But when she muttered the magical word "WE", I was powerless to resist her.

As if that wasn't bad enough, she reached out and took my hand. I swear to God, I felt sparks shoot out of my ass as she touched me. From then on, I was hers. 

The surprising thing about it was, that though I was sure that she was an angel descended from heaven to reward me for some good deed I'd done in a past life, most of my friends simply weren't that impressed with her.

"She's okay," said most of them, after meeting her. My best friend Tom, who was a security consultant, was kinder. "She's pretty," he said. 

The rest of my friend's comments were less kind. "Uhm, how can you see her face under all of those freckles," said one. 

"I hate red heads, they're the spawn of the devil," said another. 

"She must be the PRESIDENT of the itty bitty titty committee," claimed yet another. 

My first ex friend, told me that I should make her walk backwards and bent over so her best feature would show. The fight was brief, but intense, and after it, no one who wanted to remain my friend would dare say anything negative about her in my presence. I think they realized after the fight that I was seriously in love. That didn't mean that they stopped digging at me, but they understood. 

Sandy also loved the jokes about us. Like the time they gave me a year's supply of burn ointment for my birthday. The card simply said, "For your dick."

Sandy figured it out before I did and she laughed for almost an hour. She was still in tears when she finally explained it to me.

"You know how they call redheads "Fire crotch", she said.

From that first day that we'd met in class, Sandy had been convinced that we were soul mates and would always be together.

"It's about God damned time," she'd told me. Sandy had grown up with two other sisters. She'd watched for years as both of her sisters attracted and married men, but she never seemed to find anyone who wanted a real relationship with her. She could put on a bikini and have guys up and down the beach begging to lick her ass, and even a boyfriend or three. But until she met me she'd never really felt that spark. 

"A lot of guys are simply not into redheads," she said. "I tried wearing a wig once and got a bunch of guys. But I want someone who loves me for me. I guess I'm an acquired taste. When I walked into that classroom and saw the way you looked at me and how cute you are, that was it. I just knew in my heart that we were meant to be together. Till death do us part."

To fast forward and cut to the chase, Sandy was right. I went on and got my MBA and married Sandy. She gave up her career as a waitress to take care of me. To say that things moved quickly was an understatement. I'd met Sandy's entire family before we had another session of the class. She'd moved in with me in less than a month and we were engaged before the class ended. 

Things between us were as perfect as she thought they'd be. We never argued, which was good because I'd never have won any of them anyway. Each year seemed to find us more in love than the previous ones did. Every night when I got home Sandy was there to take care of me after a hard day of work. 

We took several vacations a year and had a great life. That was the way that things went for twelve fucking years. Earlier this year the wheels came off of the train of matrimonial bliss.

Sandy and I were so close that we could sense, like most married couples when something wasn't right. To put it into Star Wars terms, I felt a disturbance in the force. I was sure that it was nothing, maybe I'd forgotten something. Sandy and I had always been honest with each other. I really believed that was part of why our marriage was so successful. So I asked her, what was going on.

I expected her to smile and ask me what the hell I was talking about. She was after all the CEO and managing director of "us." So if she didn't think there was a problem, there probably wasn't.

"I didn't think you'd notice," she said. "I kind of hoped that you wouldn't. Most husbands wouldn't have." She'd said all of this in a very quiet voice. It was so different from her usual loud and brassy delivery that it scared me.

"Notice what?" I snapped. I was afraid for the first time since I'd met her.

"Dale do you remember the first time we met?" she asked. I nodded as I looked at her and she took my hand.

"Do you remember how I told you that I knew as soon as I saw you that you were into me?" she asked.

"Of course, I do," I said. "You told me that you were an acquired taste," I laughed.

Then I noticed that she wasn't laughing. "What happened?" I asked.

"A couple of days ago, when we were at the Miller's party," she began. "We met that new guy. Richard Grayson."

"I remember," I said tersely. I'd hated that motherfucker from sight. He was a real douche bag. He was also a fucking giant. He was 6' 7" and weighed over 240lbs. He was rich as hell and owned several businesses.

I was no slouch. I'd been promoted several times over the past twelve years and was the regional director of sales for our entire corporation. I pulled down a very healthy salary but this guy was a fucking gazillionaire. I drove a very nice customized Mustang Boss 302. He drove a Ferrari GT40. 

"When I first saw him at the party," continued Sandy. "Our eyes locked and I knew that he was into me too."

"What did he do?" I yelled. From just her words I was upset and screaming. I snatched my hand away from hers and back away.

"Nothing, Dale," she said. "He didn't do anything. But I could tell from the way that he looked at me that he wants me badly."

"Well, he can't fucking have you," I said. "We're married. You're mine. He can't buy you. He can't borrow you. Case closed."

She just looked up at me, then. It was the most pain I'd ever felt in my life. Sandy and I didn't have kids, but I'd imagine that it felt the way you'd feel if one of your kids dies. I felt my legs nearly give out. I sat down in a chair to compose myself.

"Dale, Honey what's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I snapped. "Fuck it. I hope the two of you are very fucking happy together."

"What are you talking about?" she snapped back. She was acting like this was somehow my fault. But I knew that it wasn't. 

I grabbed my keys off of the counter and headed for the door. "Dale, where are you going? Dinner is almost ready," she said.

"Out," I said. "I need to clear my head." I was almost out the door before I heard her crying. For once I didn't turn and go back. Less than ten minutes later, I was flying down the freeway. The incredibly loud and raucous exhaust note from my barely legal race car drowned out only by the blast from my retardedly loud stereo. I always liked my music loud but that day it was cranked to the max. My gaze was riveted to the road ahead, though my mind was somewhere else.


Kissing My Angel Goodnight



Evanescence's song "The only one" was my soundtrack for that mad drive. The roaring guitars and crashing drums created an almost tribal rhythm, counter pointed by very subtle high pitched tinkling of piano keys. It seemed the perfect complement to my mood. My loud roaring car moving at a hundred plus miles an hour down the freeway, trying only to put as much space as possible between me and the source of my pain, while in the background my hopes and dreams for a future with Sandy dribbled impotently away. 

I finally went back to the house sometime after midnight. The house was dark. Even the porch lights weren't on. Sandy had to have turned them off, because the security lights and the porch and deck lights were supposed to come on when it got dark.

I opened the door and stepped into my kitchen. Sandy was still there. She was sitting on the floor in the kitchen crying. 

I tried to walk right past her and she turned on the lights. I got a good look at her. Her face looked terrible. She'd been crying for a long time because her eyes were red and her entire face was blotchy. She was curled up on the floor with several of our photo albums gathered around her.

"D-d-don't you have anything to say to me?" she asked through her sobs and tears.

"Yep, you can leave whenever you're ready," I snapped.

"Why should I leave?" she asked. "I love you. We were supposed to be together. What the fuck are you talking about?"

"As soon as it happens, you leave," I said. "That's my best offer. Good night."

I went into our bedroom and took off my clothes. I'd just gotten into bed when Sandy came in and took her clothes off too. "Maybe you should sleep in one of the other rooms," I said.

"Fuck you," she snapped. "I haven't done anything. And I can't believe that someone who loves me as much as you've always claimed you do would just give up. Aren't you going to fight for me?" 

"Yet," I said. "You haven't done anything yet. Why wait?" She had moved over next to me as she always did when we were in bed. I pulled away from her.

"I do love you," I said. "More than I ever knew I could. I love you more than you'll ever know and far more than I should. When you come to visit me at work have you ever looked at some of those women there?"

"Yes, I have," she hissed. Her jealousy was evident in the tone of her voice.

"Have I ever cheated on you?" I asked. 

"Nope," she said. "I'd know."

"But I've had lots of offers and lots of opportunities haven't I?" I said. "Remember a few years ago, when your sister, Meg, made a pass at me?"

"I remember," she said. "You turned her down and told me about it. I already knew, of course. And I watched the whole clumsy stupid thing on the security footage. That really pissed me off because it was my sister. But you're an attractive man and she was lonely. I'm sure you get hit on all the time."

"Have you ever had to fight for me?" I asked.

"No," she said. "There's never been a need to."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because there's never been any kind of threat to what we have," she said. "But this is different."

"How?" I asked. "How the fuck is it different?"

"I don't know," she said. "It just is. And you need to fight for us. Or this may be the end of us."

"No," I said. "Just don't come back when it happens."

"So you're just going to let me go?" she asked sniffling again. "Just like that? You won't even try to fight for me?"

"Number one, I shouldn't have to fight for you," I said coldly. "It should be just like whenever someone went after me. If you love me as much as I love you. There shouldn't be any danger of anyone coming between us. And number two, I'd lose. I can't compete with that guy, he has a big advantage."

"What about all of that shit you tell me about climbing mountains, or swimming seas for me?" she asked.

"He's richer than I am, he's bigger than I am," I said. "Hell, he's probably smarter than I am too. But none of those matter. I'd probably stupidly throw myself against him until I was dead if I thought that I had even the slightest chance of winning. But his real advantage is something else. That's what let me know that I can't win."

"We've been together for twelve fucking years. You know me better than anyone else. I love you more than anyone or anything in the world," she said. 

"And that's why I know I can't win," I said. "I looked into your eyes when you were telling me how much he wanted you, earlier tonight. And what I saw there almost killed me. If I had to fight that bastard, I probably would. But the fact of the matter is that you want him too. So in the end I'd just be fighting both of you. And I'd have no chance of winning. So what's the point?"

Over the next few weeks things only worsened between us. The trust that had always been a hallmark of our relationship was gone. Whenever she left the house, I always wondered where she went and with whom. 

I had Tom put a PI that he trusted on her. For the first few days he had nothing to report. 

She never left the house while I was at work. She often went out into the yard or sunned herself on the deck, but she never left our house. He did wander over a few times and they talked, but since my guy couldn't hear their conversations, I didn't know what they were about.

It appeared that he was married as well. His wife left the house early every morning and stayed gone all day. From the day of Sandy's first conversation with Grayson, I stopped talking to her. They could have talked about the weather, I had no idea. But she knew how I felt about it.

She tried rolling over near me in bed and I'd roll further away from her. "You're just going to let him have me, aren't you?" she asked.

I didn't answer.

"Dale, I love you. I didn't go looking for this. I can't control it. It's like pheromones or something. Maybe we should just move away?" she said.

"What good would that do?" I asked. "No matter where we move to there'd always be some other guy that you couldn't resist. The only chance we have is if you could just get your hormones in check. It's like that old Olivia Newton John song, "If you love me let me know, if you don't, then let me go."

"Dale, of course I love you. That isn't what this is about at all. There's no question of my love for you," she said.

"Oh lord here it comes," I said. "This is the part where you whip out your copy of the cheating slut's handbook and explain to me how I'm supposed to go along with this because it's only sex. Then you'll tell me that it'll burn itself out after a few times and things will be back to normal for us."

"I'm supposed to believe that this is just some kind of animal magnetism thing that you can't control. You're powerless before his awesome display of masculine energy."

"I didn't say any of that," she said.

"But it's what you're hoping for," I snapped. "Maybe you'll try to get me to do it too. You know like we each give the other a get out of jail free card. We both have a little fling and hope that we get back together. Maybe it would even work."

"Do you think it might?" she asked.

"Would you like to try it?" I asked her. "Just one time?"

"Could we?" she asked.

"As soon as you're ready you can leave," I said.

"What do you mean?" she asked. "I was just answering your questions."

"No Sandy," I said. "We're broken. I didn't know how badly before. But I can see that we're nearing the end."

"No we aren't," she snapped. "I'm going to be married to you for the rest of my life. We'll work this out I swear it to you. I caused this, so I'll fix it. We're not broken and we aren't over by a long shot."

Over the next week things got worse. Sandy's occasional meetings in the yard or on the street with Grayson became more frequent. She had no idea that I knew what was going on. She knew that we had the security system inside of our house so they never came inside. I was sure that there was a similar system inside of Grayson's house as well because they never went there either.

Then came the day that my life and/or my sanity ended. Sandy didn't know that I had the PI on her. I saw the video of Grayson pulling in front of our house and taking Sandy away. 

When I got home that night, she was there and she was trying her hardest to pretend that nothing was different. But I knew and deep down inside, I'm sure that she knew that I knew. I waited for her to say something, to admit that she'd ended our marriage.

She tried to engage me in conversation, but I simply wouldn't talk to her. I didn't let her know that I knew or throw her out of the house. Maybe I was weaker than I thought or maybe I loved her more. But a part of me died that day.

The next day the bastard picked her up again, this time my guys followed them so I got video of them going into the room and coming out an hour later.

When I got home that night Sandy was sitting in the corner crying again. As I walked past her, I heard her mumbling to herself, "I tried so hard." I just laughed.

I went into the living room and started a fire in the fireplace. I made sure that it was burning really well and walked back into the kitchen. I gathered the photo albums from where Sandy had scattered them and arranged them neatly on the counter. 

Sandy came over to me with tears still streaming down her face. "Is there something you want me to look at in one of the albums?" she asked.

I just shook my head. "Can we talk?" she said. "It's been so long since we talked or laughed together. I'd do anything to have someone just hold me."

I started laughing at her and couldn't stop. I picked up the stack of albums and walked out of the kitchen. As I walked into the living room the fire was burning brightly. One after another I put the albums of photos into the fire. I watched them burn. A few minutes later, Sandy came into the living room. "Dale, we have..." she stopped abruptly and started crying yet again as she saw all of the pictures and memories contained in the books going up in the flames.

"Why?" she asked. "Why would you do that?"

"I should be asking you the same thing," I said.

"But how will we show our kids all the things we've done and the places we've been? When we're older and we want to remember some of the special times from early in our marriage, what will we do?" she asked.

"At the way things are going, we're never going to have any kids," I said. "At least not together. And I don't think there's going to be a later in our marriage. You've pretty much sewed that all up. All I have to do now is make myself stronger to get ready for the divorce. And getting rid of things that will only hurt me is a good start."

"But Dale, I love you," she said. "And I'm fighting it as hard as I can. I haven't done anything wrong." Even as she said it, we both felt something change between us. I just nodded my head.

"That's the first time you've ever lied to me," I said. "There's really nothing left for us now." I left the house again. This time with her following me out, screaming after me. As I got ready to get into my car, I looked across the street on a diagonal and saw Grayson's wife. At least I thought it was her. She was a very nice looking older woman. She gave me a very peculiar look.

Sandy was banging on the passenger side window of my car. I lowered the window even as I revved the engine.

"Dale, we have to talk about this. I can't believe that you're going let things between us get any worse. I miss the way things were. We haven't made love in over a month," she said.

"You're getting quite enough sex as it is," I snapped. "If you're half as smart as I think you are you really should have your stuff packed."

"Dale, what are you talking about? I haven't..." she began.

"Sandy, don't lie to me again, or I'll throw you out now," I said. "You can go move in with Mr. Moneybags and his wife."

She looked as if I had slapped her. When she'd got her breath back she just looked at me. "But Dale, that's not what this is all about. We aren't supposed to break up. No! Please don't..."

I couldn't take any more and roared off down the driveway. This time I had a destination in mind. I drove over first to see the PI and second to see the lawyer I'd hired to start my divorce proceedings. 

When I got home that night, I found her sifting through what was left of all of our pictures. "Dale, they're all gone," she cried. "All of our memories, our pictures from our beautiful wedding. They're gone."

"So what," I snapped. "You pissed all over the marriage and our relationship. Why the fuck do a few pictures matter?"

I went up the stairs and into the bedroom. I showered and tried to relax. While I was in the bathroom she came in and started getting ready for bed.

"Sandy, you're not sleeping in here, so grab your stuff and move into one of the other rooms," I told her.

"Dale, we haven't slept apart since about three days after we met," she said smiling. "Even when we're pissed at each other, we're together."

"Not anymore," I said. "Sandy, I've loved you since I first saw you, but I think we're done. Over the next couple of days there are going to be big changes around here. I have to do some things on the computer for work. I don't want to keep you awake, so please sleep in one of the other rooms."

"No," she said. "You may want to give up on us but I won't."

"Sandy, don't force me to get ugly. Neither of us wants that to happen. Right now, all I'd have to do is call the police and you'd be at your sister's house or your lover's house and things with us would be over even faster," I said. "All I'm asking you to do is sleep in another room. I'm not asking you to leave or to give up on us yet. You'll know when that happens."

"If I do this, if I sleep in the other room, can we talk about us without you flying off the handle? Will you at least try to understand?" she asked.

"There's no need for me to try to bargain with you," I said. "But I promise if you let me do what I need to do right now, then tomorrow night I promise to stand or sit right here and listen. I won't say a word until you're done or you stop talking. That's all I can offer," I said, knowing that tomorrow she wouldn't be here.

"Okay," she said. Tears were streaming down her face. "I just don't understand this. You've never minded having me here while you work before."

"Things are different now," I said. "I have to start trying to get over you. And sleeping without you is a big part of that."

"You're never going to get over me," she said. "And we're only sleeping apart for one night."

As soon as she left, I booted up the computer and went not to my company's web site but to our internet banking site. My lawyer had told me to start moving money around to prepare for my divorce. One good thing about it was that Sandy had absolutely no idea of how much money we had. All she cared about was that her credit cards worked when she wanted them to.

I removed my name from all of our joint accounts after transferring most of the money into a new account in my name only. I left her a thousand dollars in her checking account and the same amount in her savings account. The credit card thing was even easier. Her cards were actually duplicate cards from my accounts. I cancelled them. The accounts were still valid and I'd pay them off at my leisure but her cards would no longer work.

Then I did log on to my company website. I needed to in order to remove her from my insurance policies. I found out that I couldn't take her off of my health care until the beginning of the next year. She came back into the room and crept up to me.

"Dale, do you still love me?" she asked from behind me. 

"Yes, Sandy. I do. That's why this hurts me so badly."

"Well, no matter what you think, I love you too. And this hurts me so much more than you could ever know. When you get done, could you just come in and kiss me good night. It's been so long since you've even touched me. It won't matter if I'm asleep, just do it, please?" she asked. I nodded and she left.

An hour later I crept silently into the room she'd chosen to sleep in. She looked so beautiful curled up there in one of my old T-shirts. She was clutching something as she slept. It was one of the big framed pictures of us. She'd taken it off the wall.

I leaned over the bed as I'd done so many times before. She was so beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. I lowered my face to hers and kissed my angel goodnight. At that moment I thought it would be for the last time, but I was wrong.

As I left the room I heard her mumble, "Love you Dale...always."

The next morning I was out of the house before she woke as had been my norm lately. I wondered what had happened to us over just the span of a few months. Was it only a few weeks ago that we awoke in each other's arms and could barely tolerate being apart?

As soon as I got to my office, I called my lawyer and got the day's first bad news. The divorce papers weren't ready. He also thought that some of the things that I'd done over-night were probably not advisable. I didn't care. Sandy wouldn't need my money. Her lover was crazy rich.

I told him to have the papers ready ASAP or I'd get someone who could. I hung up on him and called the PI. He was, as usual on the job. Sandy hadn't left the house yet, but it was still early. I went down into the company's cafeteria for a cup of coffee. 

In the cafeteria I ran into a few of my colleagues who were trying to cheer up one of the younger guys. He'd just been through the company meat grinder. Page Elliot was her name and she'd chewed him up and spit him out, with a great deal of his dignity and self-respect missing.

From what they were saying, he'd basically gotten down on one knee and begged her for another chance and she'd publicly humiliated him and laughed at him. He was considering quitting and finding another job. Apparently, the humiliation in the workplace was more than he thought he could stand.

I didn't know the guy, but I knew the feeling. You put your heart out there, shared your deepest feeling with someone, just to have her shit all over you without even a thought. She may as well have just yelled, "next," when she was done with you. I began to wonder if I was thinking more of him or me.

There was a difference, at least in my mind. He was doing nothing but taking it. I was...? 

I was going to do something. I really was, wasn't I? I mean there was no way I would just take this lying down. I was going to divorce her cheating ass. And I was going to leave her destitute and penniless. But somehow it didn't seem like a fair trade. I lose the love of my life and my self-respect and what does Grayson lose? He doesn't lose anything. In fact he gains Sandy. Why the fuck should he get Sandy?

The mature and rational part of my mind told me that I had to be logical about it. I didn't own Sandy. She was a person. She had the right to make her own choices in life. She had just chosen Grayson over me. I didn't like it very much but there wasn't much I could do about it.

But lately, I hadn't been listening to that rational side of my brain very much. That was probably why I reacted the way I did, when a couple of moments later, my PI called and told me that Grayson had just picked Sandy up in front of my house.

I left the building and drove straight over to the motel. Since I was closer to it than they were, I was already there when they pulled in and went straight to a room. The bastard obviously rented the room beforehand because he already had the key. Sandy got out of the car without assistance. He wasn't dragging her in there. I wonder if she ever thought about me and how much what she was doing hurt me. All the words she'd ever said to me came back. "I'll love you forever Dale," and "I haven't done anything wrong."

Something drew me to that room though I knew what I'd find. Strangely enough they hadn't even bothered to lock the door. I opened it almost silently and watched as my soul mate sucked another man's dick. I had the presence of mind to take a few shots with my iPhone. Thank God for Hi Res cell phone cameras. Then without warning she pulled her head back as he erupted shooting his sperm all over her face. It was all I could do to avoid throwing up. They still hadn't noticed me there yet.




Kissing My Angel Goodnight



"Alright get on the bed," he said.

"Don't forget the condoms," she said. "Without them you get nothing."

"You always told me that you hated the feel of rubbers," I said quietly. They both turned at the same time.

"Oh God!" she screamed.

"No, just your husband," I replied.

"Look little guy, get your ass out of here," he smirked. "I'll send her home so you can clean her up when I'm done with her."

My eyes narrowed and I looked at the room.

"What're you going to do?" he laughed. "Your best bet is to just go home and stay healthy. If you're lucky I'll be tired of her in a few weeks and you can put her back together again."

"Fuck you," I said. "Fuck both of you."

"Uh oh," he said. I was beginning to get bored with her. She wasn't really much of a challenge. She spread her legs so easily it really wasn't worth the trouble. But now that you're getting on my nerves, I'll probably keep her longer," he said.

"No problem," I said. "She really isn't what I thought. Thanks for pointing it out to me. I need someone new myself. I'm tired of women my age. Most of them are apparently stupid. I saw a nice slightly older woman, who lives on a diagonal from my house. She drives a BMW. Maybe I'll have a talk with her."

Now it was his turn to get upset. "Leave her out of this if you know what's good for you."

He got off of the bed. And I took a step backwards. It put me in line with the table I'd noticed when I scanned the room. Seeing me retreating brought out the predator in him and he came after me. Even that far away from me he towered over me. He played right into my cat and mouse game.

As he got within range and reached for me, I went John Wayne. I gave him my Sunday punch. Just like in the fucking movies. I reached all the way back to Cleveland and threw the hardest punch I'd ever thrown against a living being. I expected to have him laid out on the floor in front of me and I was totally disappointed. His head did turn with the enormous force of my punch but that was about all. I think I did more damage to my fist than I did to his jaw.

He turned back to me and smiled. He knew that he was much bigger than I was and he counted on his sheer size to carry him through this. "Was that it?" he asked, reaching for me again. "Are you ready to take your medicine?" Apparently his size made him forget how vulnerable naked men are.

"Fuck no, asshole," I said and I kicked him right in the clock weights as hard as I could. Then I picked up the lamp on the table beside me and broke it over his back. And unlike the lamps on TV this one was hard to break. It wasn't one of those thin pottery lamps. It was a heavy wooden piece. He just laid there groaning. I kicked him once in the side for good measure. Then I walked over to Sandy.

"Don't bother coming home. You heard the deal I made with asshole down there. You belong to him now," I told her. I took her purse off of the table and took her keys out of it.

"But Dale, it..." she began. 

"Sandy, just shut up. No matter what you say, it'll just sound stupid," I said. Then I walked out of the room. On my way out, I kicked him again. And when I got to the parking lot, I used all of my keys to customize the sides of his Ferrari.

I drove straight home. I called my office to tell them that I wouldn't be back that afternoon. I called a locksmith just in case Sandy had a spare set of keys somewhere. I called my lawyer to tell him what had happened and to be ready with the divorce papers. My last call was to Sandy's Mom. When she first realized it was me she started in on her usual rant. "Are you calling to tell me that she's pregnant, finally?" 

"Nope, sorry Mom," I said.

"Oh God, please don't tell me you're buying her something else. What doesn't she have?" she asked. She'd always told me that I spoiled Sandy.

"Well, she doesn't have a husband anymore," I said. "I need you to come over and get some of her stuff." Sandy's mother was in shock. She thought that I was joking. I told her that she could come over any time she wanted over the next few days.

The locksmith got there a little after that. He changed the locks on all of the doors. One of the things I loved most about my house is the shutters. They look just like those decorative wooden shutters that houses all over the country have. But mine are actually metal and they're functional. They also lock from the inside. As soon as the locksmith left I went all over the house locking all of the shutters. Then I put my Mustang in the garage.

A short time after that I was in the back relaxing on my deck when Sandy got out of a cab and walked up to the gate. She couldn't open the gate since I'd taken all of her keys

"Dale, I know you're in there. We need to talk. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Honey. I just lost my head for a while. I really couldn't control it. Open the gate so we can talk," she yelled.

I didn't bother answering. She went around to the front of the house and started knocking on the door. I watched her through the window. She was crying as usual. I called her sister and told her to come and pick her up before she did something stupid. Sandy's sisters both liked me, so Tina agreed to come and get her.

Before I got off of the phone with Tina, the police pulled up. I called my lawyer and told him that the police were there. He said he'd be ready to meet me at the police station.

I went out through the side gate and went around to the front of the house. I walked right up to the police car with Sandy trying to follow me.

"I'm Dale Masters, officer," I said. 

"Mr. Masters, do you know a man named Richard Grayson?" he asked.

"Yep, I know that Dick," I spat. "He's the bastard I just caught in a motel with the whore who used to be my wife."

That stared Sandy crying. "I still am your wife," she cried.

The cop seemed to be sympathetic to me. "So what's your version of what happened?" he asked. "Mr. Grayson claims that you assaulted him."

"I did, but it was self-defense. He's huge. He's at least twice my size and he came at me. I had to defend myself," I said.

"Yeah, I saw him. He's a cocky son of a bitch," said the cop. "You should probably get a lawyer."

"Wait," I said. "Aren't you going to arrest me?"

"Well, we could," he said. "But I wanted to give you a chance to get your affairs in order. He's still at the hospital. It'll probably be about an hour or so before he comes down to the station to press charges. He may not even come. His wife seems to want to just sweep this under the rug."

"Nah, you may as well take me in, That way I can present my side of the story and have all of this out in the open," I said. "Plus you seem to be stand up guys. I'd hate to have anyone think that you weren't doing your job."

I stuck my hands out so they could handcuff me, and Sandy went crazy. She threw herself at the cops, screaming, "No leave him alone. This is my fault."

The bigger of the two cops got his Taser ready. "Look lady, why don't you follow us down to the station. You can bail him out if you want to, IF anyone even decides to press charges."

"Dale, where's my car?" asked Sandy.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. Unfortunately my timing was off. Tina pulled up then and agreed to take Sandy to the police station.

I went down to the station and spoke to a detective who was investigating the case. The whole thing was weird. Grayson came in, along with his wife. She'd convinced the detective to drop all of the charges, but Grayson looked at me and refused to sign off on it. His smug look told me that he wanted me to go to jail. I smiled back at him.

He looked like hell. Apparently the lamp had broken his collar bone. His face was also swollen up. That was probably the lamp as well. And he was walking funny too. When the detective started trying to get him to go over what happened, Grayson agreed not to press charges. He didn't want his wife to know where he'd been or what he was doing. She apparently thought it was some kind of bar fight.

He asked for a meeting with me. The detective said that he couldn't allow that. Grayson suggested that the detective stay in the room. 

Before the three of us made it into the room Sandy showed up, screaming and begging to see me.

Grayson, the detective and I went into a small conference room and closed the door behind us.

"Look, dude," said Grayson. "I'll agree to your terms and drop all of the charges. This all ends here and now, deal?" 

Before I could even answer another cop knocked on the door and brought Sandy into the room. "Excuse me detective," he said. "This lady said that she was there when it happened. She claims to be the only witness."

"She can stay," I said. Grayson nodded his agreement.

"I just told your husband, that I'd leave you alone and drop all of the charges and we'll just walk away," said Grayson. "So this is over."

Sandy looked at me and smiled. She breathed a sigh of relief. I wondered what kind of attraction he held for her. This was now over in his eyes because he'd said it was. I was sure of two things. One was that he was lying. And two that any time in the future that he called her, she'd willingly go back to him. There was also the fact that I needed my pound of flesh. He'd ruined my marriage and I had no intention of letting him or Sandy off so easily, if at all.

She came over to me and I jumped back like she was a snake. I could see the hurt in her eyes. She simply couldn't understand the concept of me not wanting her. Grayson was also shocked. He had no experience with situations where he didn't dictate the terms. 

"No," I said. "Fuck no, this isn't over, and whether you want to press charges or not, I don't need to take care of your garbage. You wanted her, she's yours now. I don't want shit to do with her."

"As soon as they let me out of here, I'll be giving your wife a full run down on what happened," I smiled and looked into his eyes. "Be careful what you go after, you might just get it."

Then Sandy started in. "Dale we have to work this out. He said it's over. We can work on rebuilding our marriage."

"Sandy, too little too late," I said. "Frankly, you're not the woman I thought you were. For the past twelve years I've been living a fantasy. It's time for me to find something real."

"But..." she said. "I just made..." her bottom lip started quivering and her eyes got wet. Every single muscle fiber and neuron in my body was firing in an attempt to go to my angel and comfort her. If my body had been in charge, I'd have gone to her and wrapped my arms around her and told her that it was all fine. But since my brain was in charge, I didn't move. I just looked at her.

"Sandy, it's over," I lied. "I don't love you anymore."

Then I turned. "Detective, he's right I attacked him but it was in self-defense. As soon as my lawyer gets here, we'll go over my version of it. He can arrange my bail."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "There was obviously a fight and from the looks of things, you won. Why not call it square and just go your separate ways?"

I wasn't sure whether he believed me, or whether he was on my side and didn't want to see me go to jail. Maybe he was just lazy as hell and didn't want to do the paperwork.

A few minutes later my lawyer arrived and we went in front of a judge. "I think I can get you off on your own recognizance," said the lawyer. "You have no previous record and that's a really big son of a bitch. Plus, it's obvious that there's something going on here."

"Fuck that," I said. "Set it up for twenty thousand dollars bail. I'll only need to put up ten percent of that."

"But I can get you off for a lot less. No more than five thousand max, you didn't kill anybody and when they see the video you shot and your pictures, this will probably get thrown out," he said. "Jeezus, you're acting like you want to go to jail."

"Look, I'm the client," I snapped. "Just get me twenty grand for bail." He nodded and went to speak to the prosecutor. The prosecutor looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.

A few minutes later we were in a small court room. The judge heard the charges and asked my lawyer to speak. My lawyer told the judge that it was self-defense under mitigating circumstances and we'd prove it in court. He asked that bail be set at no more than twenty thousand dollars. The judge looked at the prosecutor. He shrugged and said he could live with it. The judge banged his gavel and I'd be free as soon as someone came up with two grand.

Strangely enough, my plan almost didn't work. Grayson's wife had hired a lawyer and he offered to pay my bail. I told him to thank the lady but I would make other arrangements.

Sandy ran over to the judge and whipped out her credit card. The judge told her that she couldn't pay him but that my lawyer could help her arrange it. I smiled at her for the first time in weeks.

I knew that paying my bail would wipe out all of the money that I'd left Sandy, the bitch deserved it. 

Tina came over and asked me what was going on. I told her that she and Sandy could talk about it since they'd probably be living together from then on. Tina just shook her head and told me to call her if I needed anything. I told her that if her mother didn't want to pick up Sandy's stuff that she could.

My lawyer drove me back to my house and almost as soon as I got in the phone rang. Sandy wanted to know if she could come home so we could talk.

I decided to get it all over with. "Meet me at the park," I said. "Tell Tina to wait for you, it won't take long. Just long enough for you to tell me some more lies and me to say no."

I walked over to the park, slowly.

Sandy was already there when I got there. "You know you hurt me," she said. 

I frowned and shrugged. She looked like she'd been crying again. A few months ago she was always smiling always happy. This had been awful for both of us. Our happiness just ripped away and for reasons I still didn't know.

"Nothing in my life has ever hurt me as much as you saying that you didn't love me anymore," she said.

"I'm pretty sure walking into a motel room and seeing the woman you love sucking some other guy's dick and hearing that not only is it not the first time, but that they've been fucking pretty regularly has to be close," I said, louder than I'd intended. My words hit her like a fist and she winced.

"It won't ever happen to you though," I said. "Because "A" you never really loved me, I can see that now. And "B" when I get through the divorce and start dating again, I'll probably move away so you don't have to watch me fall in love with someone who'll really care for me." That was enough to start the water works again.

"Dale, you were, are and always will be the only man I will ever love. If you can't help me work through this, I'll still love you forever. I wish you could see that I have no control over this. I don't love Richard..."

"No," I snapped, interrupting her. "You love Dick."

"It's not the sex," she said. "That's all it is to him. It's all I am to him, just another woman to fuck. He has lots of them. He doesn't love me either. He doesn't think I'm beautiful or special at all..." she started crying even more.

"After the first time he fucked me, he told me that when I came, I was as ugly as a red headed step child. He calls me Step, that's his pet name for me and that's where he got it. Dale, if you hadn't come in the motel this morning this would all be over. You never would have really known and over the next few months I'd have made you forget all about this. We could have gone back to our lives and maybe even been stronger, because we'd realize that it doesn't take much to destroy our happiness. We'd never let it happen again," she said.

"No Sandy, your flaming hair must've finally burned through your brain, because none of that shit is true," I said. "In the first place, I've known for a few days about your motel visits and your talks before that. I just hoped that you loved me enough not to let this happen to us. As soon as you started lying to me about this bullshit, the trust between us died. From the second you told me about this bastard and I told you not to do it, our marriage was on life support. Your lying killed it."

"No, Dale," she started yelling. "Don't say that. Lots of marriages have been through far worse than this and survived. All it takes is two people who love each other enough to try. We can and we will survive this. Twenty years from now this will be a dim memory."

"You're right about that," I said.

She smiled at that. "I'm pretty sure that if you go over to his house and talk to him, or better still just call him, he'll still go for the deal," she said. "This can be over with tonight. I'll try to explain the whole thing to you when I get home okay?"

"This IS already over with. I am going over to his house. But to talk to that wife of his," I said.

"But you said I was right," she sniffled. "I don't understand. Don't you want me back?"

"No, Sandy," I lied again. Though my heart was breaking and it was all I could do not to cry myself, I stayed stronger than I really was. "I don't want you back on someone else's terms. When I said you were right about this being a dim memory, I only meant that twenty years from now I'll be married to someone else. I'm sure both of us have a future, but I don't see you in mine."

"That is not possible, Dale," she said. "Remember, we're forever."

"Sandy, if you think I'd want you back after you whored yourself out like this you're crazy. You belong to Grayson now. I only agreed to talk to you to get this over with. We're done."

"Dale, do you remember how I told you that when I was young, nobody liked me?" she asked. I nodded. "Well, both of my sisters had all kinds of boyfriends. I didn't even get a kiss until I was nineteen. Even then it was a joke. A lot of guys just don't like the pale skin and freckles thing. The first time I had sex was two years before you and I met. I was twenty. Both of my sisters were really pretty. Neither of them had the red hair or all of my ugly freckles. Well, Meg does have a few on her nose, but hers are cute, not all blocked together like mine."

"Anyway, they used to turn down a lot of guys. Some of those guys were only after one thing and they didn't care where they got it. One of them got it from me. He didn't keep it a secret either. In fact he made a point of telling Meg. Kind of like okay, you wouldn't give me any, no big deal. I fucked your sister." I was shocked and I looked at Sandy as if seeing her the first time. I knew none of this.

"After that," she continued. "Word got around. I was easy. It was more than that. There were some guys who couldn't get anything out of me and others guys who could make me do anything they wanted. It took me a while to realize that I'm very submissive. If a man is dominant enough he can just totally control me. Things got so bad that a guy made me pull my panties down in church. If Tina hadn't come in, he'd probably have fucked me right in the choir stand."

"My sisters had a long talk with me. I told them how I didn't want to be alone all of my life. They told me that I just hadn't met my guy yet. But that someday he'd come along and the sky would open up. He'd love me and only me, and I'd know him as soon as I saw him. It took me a while and a bunch of really lonely nights but I built up the strength to resist men who only wanted to fuck me. After a while I got my self-respect back too." She smiled for the first time in a long time.

"Then, I met you, Dale. I knew from the first second that our eyes locked that we belonged together. All the things that I'd written off as not for me came true. You are the only person that I love. I will never let anything separate us. I am fighting this as hard as I can. And I have won some victories too. I have never let him fuck me without a condom. I have never let him fuck my ass. Fucking me bareback and fucking my ass are things that only you will ever do. When you stop working so hard and we decide to have kids, you'll know immediately that they're yours and yours alone. That's why I always make him wear the condoms even though I'm on the pill."




Kissing My Angel Goodnight



"You just need to be a little bit more patient, Dale. In the end we'll be together. I don't want to be with anyone else. I swear it," she said, and she reached for my hand.

I pulled my hand away. "Sandy, you're out of your fucking mind. I knew that you had self-esteem issues, but it's not as bad as you think. Yep, I fully believe that there are guys who don't like redheads, just as there are guys who don't like bigger girls, or black girls, or skinny girls. But for every guy who doesn't like a certain type of woman, there are fifty guys who do. What the fuck am I, chopped liver? Why couldn't you be controlled by me?"

"Because, Dale, you're not the dominant one in our relationship," she said. "You love me too much. You let me do anything and everything I want. In fact, I think that you're probably nearly as submissive as I am."

"Bullshit," I said. "Your boyfriend is twice my size and I kicked his dominant ass. I put him in the hospital. And the only reason that you control me isn't about dominance; it's the two L's. Love and Logic." She looked at me curiously.

"I love you," I explained. "So much so, that I'm willing to do anything to make you happy. Even when a decision comes up that I hate, logic makes me look at it and decide what I'd rather have, you or whatever we're arguing about. I always pick you, Sandy. And that's why I know that you don't love me, because the first time that you had to make that kind of choice, when you had to choose me or Grayson, you picked him. So you're no longer my wife. You're his slave or his whore or his sub or whatever you want to call yourself. Just let me go. Let the divorce go through and like you said twenty years from now this will be a dim memory."

"I'm yours and I always will be," she hissed as I walked away. "I didn't choose him Dale. He chose me."

Two days later it all hit the fan. Sandy had been constantly calling me and trying to come over and see me. She even showed up at my job and I had security escort her out of the building. That earned me a new friend. Page, the company meat grinder, asked to have lunch with me to help me get over Sandy. I turned her down flat, though I wonder why. Page is everything that Sandy isn't. She's strong and aggressive. She has a huge rack and flawless tan skin. She has blond hair and huge blue eyes. She also does nothing for me. I could probably sit next to her with her wearing a bikini and not get wood. She looks too much like a porn star for my tastes. 

Anyway, I finally got a chance to talk to Grayson's wife. It turned out that she actually owned all of the businesses. She had all of the money. She'd caught him cheating before and took him back. This time she threw him out on his ass. She even offered me his scratched up Ferrari. I turned her down and told her I'd like her friendship though, as a consolation prize.

Laura Grayson and I did in fact become friends. We were never any more than that, but to this day she's someone I can call on for advice in difficult situations.

I never went back to jail for my assault on Grayson. The DA threw the case out. I concentrated on three things over the next few weeks. Getting over Sandy was my number one priority, the divorce was number two and moving on with my life was number three. 

I was having no luck at all getting over Sandy. In fact my mind was working over time trying to come up with a way to get her back and still keep a semblance of my pride. The divorce was clicking away but stalled because Sandy refused to get a lawyer. And number three seemed pointless without the other two. 

Suddenly, I had an idea to kill two birds with one stone. I figured I could start my life up again and give the divorce a kick in the ass. Page had been on me constantly since she and everyone else at my job found out about my pending divorce. I'd heard that there were several really nice women who wanted a shot at me after my divorce was final. 

Page wasn't like them though. She figured that there was no reason for her to sit on a shelf waiting for my divorce to be final. Especially since everyone knew it was going to happen. So unlike the so called nice women, she pounced and definitely showed me her interest. She did everything she could, from bending over and giving me gratuitous cleavage shots to flat out rubbing her ass against me. Of course, since I still loved Sandy with all of my heart and soul none of it worked. But she did get my attention.

She made me think of that old Cheap Trick song, "Good girls go to heaven. Bad girls go everywhere." Page accidentally started the war. I'd thought about pretending to date Page to make Sandy jealous. I figured she'd either beg me to take her back and I was giving it serious consideration, no matter what people would think of me. Or, she'd get off her ass and get a lawyer so we could get the divorce started.

I guess it was truly a perfect storm, because it all happened on the same fucking day. Grayson called me. He was irate because his wife's pre-nup held up in court and he was out on his ass with next to nothing. He blamed me. He called me and screamed and cursed at me and threatened to get even with me. He told me that he was going to get Sandy back just to hurt me and he'd make me suffer for ruining his life.

Within an hour of his call, while I was still laughing at him, Page showed up at my house. She'd come over to make dinner for me. When she saw that I had a deck and a small pool, she put the food in the oven and stripped down to the tiniest bikini I'd ever seen. It was like band aids and string. The only things it covered were her nipples. Everything else was visible. I hadn't seen her in it yet, I'd been sitting in a lounge chair trying to decide whether or not to call Sandy and tell her about Grayson's call. 

Like I said a perfect storm because Grayson had called Sandy and she'd told him to go to hell. I guess losing me made her get off her ass and stand up to him finally. Not that it did us any good. Sandy had come over to tell me about telling Grayson no. She looked through the fence and saw me there with Page. The string on Page's bikini picked that moment to malfunction and left me staring at probably an acre of tanned titty. Okay, I'm exaggerating. There was probably only about a half-acre, after all, only one of them fell out.

Sandy almost had a heart attack. She stormed into the yard, crying and screaming. Page looked at her and smiled. She rubbed her naked boobs against me purposefully trying to make Sandy angrier. Sandy launched herself at her. I stepped between them just in time. "Page, can you go and put some clothes on please?" I said.

"Okay, but you know they're going to come back off later," she smirked.

After Page left, Sandy was still angry. "Okay Dale," she snapped. "I came over here to tell you that I was finally able to say no to Grayson. I guess it doesn't matter anymore though. At least he wants me. I know that what has been going on hurt you, but I didn't have any control over it. You do. We aren't even divorced yet and you brought that fake boob whore into my house. So you know what, you're going to pay for that. Since you keep telling me that I belong to Grayson now, I will. He can have me. I'm going to give him everything he's wanted. While you're fucking that silicone bitch just remember he'll be fucking me the same ways. Eat your heart out Dale, we're over for good." 

I knew that Sandy wasn't wrapped too tightly. I'd noticed that both of her wrists were bandaged up, but I didn't care at that moment.

"Sandy, we were over from the moment you spread your legs for that asshole. I'm glad you finally realize it so you can stop calling me and we can get on with the divorce. And since you seem to keep bringing it up, you must be really jealous, but Page's boobs are real. And since she's never been married you can't really call her a whore or a slut. She just has a healthy sex drive. The whores and sluts are the ones who ARE married and spread their legs for some guy just because he tells them to. Do we know anyone like that?"

For a second Sandy looked like she couldn't breathe. I could see tears forming in the corners of her eyes but she refused to give me the satisfaction of crying in front of me again. I'd won this round. I'd finally given her a dose of the pain I'd been feeling. I was happy in a way. But all of the alarm bells in my head were telling me that I'd gone too far. Shit, I hadn't done anything. It was just the way things happened. I could no more have controlled it than anyone else could have.

I sent Page home immediately after dinner. Nope, I didn't fuck her. Within five minutes of Sandy leaving, I wanted to cry myself. Page really can cook. The meal she made was great and it forced me to take another look at her. I actually asked her out on a date to reciprocate and she said yes. I was sure that we'd go out a couple of times and she'd burn me like she did everyone else.

As soon as I put Page into her car, Tina who'd been parked down the street pulled into my driveway. As she got out of her car she just looked at me and shook her head.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"I'm on my way back there," I said. "It's going to take a while, but at least the ball is rolling."

"You have no idea of what you've done do you?" she asked.

"Jump started my divorce," I smirked.

"No Dale, you've wrecked your life and my sister's," she said. "That girl was in therapy trying to get a handle on this. She was like this a while back too. But then it wasn't just one guy. She has some kind of mental deficiency. But mark my words, my little sister loves you. She would die for you. Do you know what she does now? I've caught her at least twice, cutting your fucking name into her wrist with a razor blade."

"She took every picture of you or you two that I had and she talks to them at night. She hasn't seen Grayson since the day you caught them at that motel. She changed her cell phone number so he couldn't call her. He doesn't know where I live. She could have called him any day she wanted to but she didn't. She was trying to get stronger for you. Whatever you did today made it all a wasted effort. She called him and went to him as soon as she got home." I was shocked and angry and Tina saw it in my eyes.

"What's the matter, Dale? You said she was his. You told her repeatedly that you didn't want her anymore. You're the man she loves. She's just a slave to him. And we both know that he doesn't love her. But now she thinks that you don't either. She has nothing left. You told her that if she really loved you she wouldn't have done this. I'm telling you the same thing. If you really loved her you wouldn't have sent her to another man ever. This isn't about love at all is it? This is about ego. Grayson's ego makes him think that he can just take any woman he wants and damn the consequences."

"Your ego is out there too isn't it Dale? It would hurt your pride to admit that my sister has a mental problem and can't help herself. All you saw was that someone else fucked your woman. He poisoned your water. Your masculinity was at stake. You were in a battle for superiority with another alpha male. My sister was not only the battleground but the victim here. Look at all of the stupid things you fought over to prove who the superior man was. Money, his was fake, he's a broke assed loser who get all of his money from women. You earned yours yourself. You fought. He's a lot bigger and stronger than you are Dale, but you won that one too. The stupid thing is that Dale you never had to fight. You were always the better man." I looked away from her then.

"Your sister didn't seem to think so," I snapped.

"Which part of can't control herself do you not understand Dale," she snapped. "You never had to fight. This didn't have to happen. That asshole controlled her by dominating her. You never needed to control her. You already controlled her with love, stupid. She came to you and told you about him before anything happened. You didn't fight for her. You pretty much turned your back on her and refused to fight. He didn't take your woman, you gave her away. She told you that he only wanted to fuck her. So you stopped making love to her. Instead of lighting her passions up and letting her see what she risked losing, you just quit on her. If you had just given her a good fucking none of this would ever have happened. But you just left her out there knowing she was vulnerable. That asshole can get into her body, but you're the only man who ever got into her heart."

"I hope you're really happy now. But remember this is as much your weakness as hers. You traded away a lifetime of happiness for a few nights with that slut who just left here. And from the look on your face, I can tell you've been suffering Dale, but she has too. She rolls over at night, every fucking night and cries for you. When you guys got married you swore to be with her forever and all of that bullshit, did you mean it?" I nodded.

"Then Dale, you'd better fix this," she said. "Fix it before it destroys both of you. I can't be there to stop her from cutting her God damned wrists if I don't know where she is."

I didn't know where she was either. I couldn't reach her, but I spent a lot of time wondering whether or not I'd been wrong. Had I really failed her?

It was probably about a week later that I got the call, the one that snapped my sanity. "My iPhone rang in the middle of the night.

"Hey Dale, buddy," he said. He was breathing really hard. I could tell from the number on the screen that it was a land line. I figured I'd give the PI the number so he could trace it. "Someone wants to talk to you," he said. Then I heard her voice.

"Dale, it's me," she said. She was breathing hard too. "He's fucking me, right now. He's fucking me really hard Dale. And he isn't wearing a condom. In just a few minutes he's going to be filling your pussy with his sperm. Maybe he'll get me pregnant. We're pretty close to my fertile time. I haven't taken my pills in a couple of days. Who knows? I do know one thing. I'm gonna let him fuck my ass next. Up until now it was all yours, Dale. But just remember you gave me to him. My body is all his now," she said. Then she started moaning. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, baby," and I wanted to, but I couldn't put the phone down.

"Still there, Dale?" she asked. "Want me to send you some pictures?" then she just started laughing at me and I finally hung up.

Fuck them. Fuck both of them. The phone rang again. "Why'd you hang up, buddy?" he asked. "Your wife is now my little bitch. She'll do anything I tell her to. We're going to go ahead and give you that divorce. But I'm only doing it to fuck you over. I'm going to have her take every fucking penny you have and give it to me. She's in the bathroom now cleaning my spunk out of her. So you should know that I really would have let her go. You should have taken the deal. I was sick of her. I just wanted to see the look on your face. I saw you two at that party, you were so fucking in love and I was so fucking jealous. So I took the little bitch from you. I don't even like her. She's got no tits and all those fucking freckles. Hell her face looks like one giant God damned freckle. When I'm done with her, after I have all of your money. I'll make her let my friends fuck her for money. She'll end up fucking strangers in the street to make money for me until I just get tired of her and disappear. She'll fuck homeless guys for a quarter. Then you know what'll happen, I'll find someone better and I'll leave her stupid ass and you'll still take her sorry ass back. Because you LUUUUUV her. What a sucker."

I wanted to deny it. I wanted to think of something to say but I couldn't. Then he came back on the phone.

"Listen," he said. I heard a smacking sound.

"Ha ha, that's your wife cleaning all of the leftover spunk off my Johnson with her tongue. That girl really can suck a dick. Are you sure you don't want the pictures."

"His cum tastes way better than your does, Dale," she said. "I really like it."

That was when my brain snapped.

We all have our lots in life, those little skills and attributes that make us special and different from others around us. I've always been a problem solver. I have a knack for bringing creative solutions to bear on almost any problem I encounter.

As I hung up the phone, I was alarmingly calm. The old expression about having ice water in the veins didn't do me justice. My mind and all of my skills gained focus. Every breath I took and every thought in my mind all focused on payback against Sandy and her lover.

I took the video and the photos I'd shot of them in the hotel and transferred them from my iPhone to my computer. I knew already that I couldn't use them in my divorce. But that didn't mean I couldn't use them. I sent the video and the photos anonymously to every one of Sandy's family members that I could remember. I also sent them to all of our friends. That had nothing to do with my revenge, it was only the beginning. I also posted the photos on a number of amateur sex sites and dating sites on the internet, using her real name.

When I went to work the next day, I contacted Tom and asked him to put me in touch with some very specific people. I instructed my attorney to change the property settlement in our divorce. I intended not to give Sandy a fucking dime. It was my intention that the divorce should be settled so that we could both just walk away with what we each brought into the marriage.

She had what had until now been my greatest and most important assets, herself and her love. Everything else I had paid for and I'd be God damned if I'd allow Grayson a fucking penny. I told him to inform her that I'd recorded our last phone call and had no qualms about making it a part of the divorce. No judge worth anything would rule in her favor after hearing it. At least I hoped not.

Tom called me back and he had very good news for me. He'd offered to perform a free security inspection and upgrade on the building that Sandy and Grayson were staying in. He'd found out that the owner of the building was one of Grayson's relatives, who though he didn't like the man, was willing to allow him to stay there for a share of any money he got through either my or his own divorce.

Grayson had struck out big time in his own divorce so he was really hoping to get some money from mine.

Tom had also got me meetings with both of the people I needed to meet with. One was the electronics wizard who worked for Tom's firm. The other was a used appliance dealer with a criminal history. Tom wanted to know why I wanted to meet with those two and what it had to do with my divorce. I told him that the less he knew the better for him.

I'd read an article in the paper a few weeks ago about George Costanza. He sold all kinds of appliances to apartment and condo complexes. We met at his warehouse a few hours later. I told him what I was interested in and he shook his head.

"I wish I could sell them to you," he said. "But the thing is they're defective. They don't completely burn the oxygen. They're really great, but indoors one of these could be a health hazard. As much as I'd like to get at least some of my money back on them. It's illegal to sell them for their intended use." He was raising and lowering the tone of his voice as he spoke.

It gave me the idea that if I gave him a convincing argument, he'd still sell them. "It's a good thing I don't want ONE," I said. "I'd like four. I'd be willing to pay you cash for them so there's no way anything could be tied to you. Of course, I'd expect that there'd be no serial numbers or anything like that on them. It wouldn't matter since I'll be disassembling them for parts anyway."

"Well," he said. "It's still such a risk and for only four hundred dollars."




Kissing My Angel Goodnight



"I was thinking more in the neighborhood of two grand for the four of them," I said.

"Deal," he said, so fast that I almost missed it. I arranged to pick them up the following afternoon. 

I left the warehouse and went to my next meeting. On the way there my phone rang and I checked the screen. I'd blocked Sandy's phone and the number from her love nest, but I checked any way. It was Tina.

"How could you, Dale?" she asked. "This is getting out of hand. You need to find a way to end this before one of you does something that can't be taken back."

"Our whole family is embarrassed. People we haven't heard from in years are calling and asking how much Sandy charges. You've pretty much destroyed her reputation in the city. Why would you do that?" she asked. "My mom and Dad are devastated. They're too old to handle that kind of stress. Even my other sister, Meg's kids are hearing about it. I thought we'd talked about this and you were going to try to work this out."

"She called me last night Tina," I said, tersely.

"I know," said Tina. "She's been trying to call you for weeks but you wouldn't speak to her. Dale she loves you so much."

"Yeah Tina," I snapped. "She loved me so much that she called me while Grayson was fucking her. She called me to tell me what he was doing to her so I could hear it. I don't need that kind of love."

"Dale, wait don't hang up," Tina snapped. "You know she only did that because she was so hurt about you and that woman in the swim suit. She cried her eyes out that night. It hurt her more than I've ever seen her."

"Tina, nothing happened between me and Page," I snapped. "She came over and made me dinner. Sandy had been fucking Grayson for weeks. I caught them in that motel and I'm supposed to just let it go. But I have dinner with a woman and she goes crazy. Fuck her. This is over."

"Dale, please don't say that. You don't mean it anyway. If Sandy thought for a minute that there was no hope she'd do something terrible. This is just another cry out for your attention. I'm sure of it. She doesn't love him. She loves you. She needs you to come and take her away from him."

"Then why did she keep telling me that her body was all his?" I snapped.

"Ooh you moron," snapped Tina. "Now I'm sure that this was just a cry for attention. I need to talk to her about this. While she was staying with me she kept saying that same thing. She said that Grayson might get her body, but her heart, her soul and her love would always be yours no matter what."

"Too bad I'm no longer interested in any of them. Tina, you're a great sister. I'm glad she has someone who still believes in her. But I'm done. I don't want anything to do with her any more. She belongs to Grayson now. If you do talk to her, tell her that she doesn't have to beat me over the head with a sledge hammer. I get it. She belongs to Grayson, just like I've always said. Tell her that I truly hope for her to be happy and if he makes her happy, so be it. Tell her if she ever really loved me, to just sign the divorce papers and we can both walk away and move on."

"Dale, you don't mean a word of that," said Tina. "You're not thinking straight. You love my sister. You always will."

"I'm not sure that's true anymore," I said slowly. "Tina she's just hurt me too many times and too deeply. There comes a time when I have to just give up and move on for the benefit of my own health and sanity."

"Dale, please don't give up on her. This is another chance for you to fight for her," said Tina. She was pleading with me. "There's something strange going on here," she said. I hung up the phone.

The meeting with Hiro Takemura went a lot easier than the other one. I told him that I was interested in remote controlling some appliances in my home. I wanted to be able to turn on or off several appliances from a distance, preferably very easily, without a lot of programming or anything like that.

He asked me what kind of phone I had. I smiled and gave him my iPhone 4s. Within minutes he'd programmed it with a couple of new apps. He took me to an electronics store where he bought a few electronic control modules that connected to the internet. All I had to was plug the appliances into the control modules and turn them on. The control modules could be triggered to start or stop over the internet.

I went back to work that afternoon. The thing that amazed me was that I had several messages from Page. I ended up taking her to dinner that night. It was a great evening, much better than I'd expected. We ate and had a very nice talk. We danced and she molded that body against me. When I dropped her off, we shared a very soft, very passionate kiss. It was really nice. I wondered what had happened to her.

The next day at work, I went in expecting to hear all about my date with Page from my coworkers. Surprisingly no one seemed to know about it. She did walk by my office a few times more than normal during the day and she seemed to be staring at me a lot.

I finally ran into her in the cafeteria. "Hey Page," I said. 

"Hi Dale," she gushed. "I had a great time last night."

"I did too," I laughed. We made small talk and she seemed to be waiting for something. Finally she surprised me.

"Is there any chance that you might ask me out again?" she asked seriously. I looked at her with a bemused expression on my face.

"What?" she asked smiling.

"Page, I had a great time last night too," I began. "It really helped me to get my mind off of my fucking divorce. But aren't we at the point where you start telling everyone how lame I am and how I'm begging you to go out again?"

"Dale, I don't see you begging me for anything," she said. "And didn't I just ask you if we could do it again?" 

"Yeah, but why?" I asked.

"Because, I did have a good time with you," she snapped. "You know the first time when I came to your house and made you dinner. You actually noticed that I'm a really good cook. Most of the guys I've dated are so busy trying to figure out a way to fuck me that they never even try to actually get to know me."

"I was there in your house practically naked and all we did was talk and eat. You actually looked me in the eye when we talked. You commented on the things I said and remembered them. I tried to trick you and asked you questions about what I'd told you." 

"When we went out last night, I was able to relax and just be myself. When we danced you pulled me close, but it was in a protective way. It wasn't like you were trying to hump me. It was more like you were sending out a signal to everyone in the place that I was yours and I mean really yours. Not like, "hey guys I'm taking this bitch home tonight, don't you wish you were me."

"Dale, I haven't felt that since I was a little girl, dancing with my daddy at the father/daughter dance. Most guys need to make a big show of rubbing my ass or my boobs to show that they're getting some. It was really nice. I felt really good." I could tell she was telling the truth.

"When you took me home, you kissed me goodnight on my doorstep. You didn't just saunter your way into my apartment. I was ready to have you come in, but you just kissed me goodnight and that was it. I felt like shit," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"Dale, you did everything right. Most guys would have acted like, "I spent money on you so give up the pussy." You made me feel...respected. Like having sex with me was something special that had to be earned or given when we both felt it was right. It wasn't like some kind of trade. It made me see why I've acted the way I do. If a guy treats me like shit, I'm gonna react in kind."

"It also made me realize that I'm twenty eight fucking years old. I'm not going to get any younger. It's time I figure out what I want my life to be like. The time for playing around is over. I need to grow up and be serious. If I'm going to do that, it should be with someone who makes me feel good. Not with someone who makes me feel like I'm some kind of damned trophy to show off to their friends."

"So, Dale no one will know about our date unless YOU tell them. And I have nothing bad to say about you at all. The only thing I'm disappointed about is that you DIDN'T come in, because I really wanted you to."

Over the next few days, I did start dating Page. And we dated very seriously. I felt really bad about it but I had no choice. Was I using Page? Hell yes. I felt bad but I had absolutely no feelings for her at all. I was and always would be a one woman man. But Page was essential to my plans.

My PI was still following Sandy and that bastard Grayson. They were going through the money I'd left in Sandy's accounts alarmingly fast.

I was shocked one day to check my call log and see that several calls from the love nest as I called it had been logged. Since the calls were blocked my phone never rang and they weren't allowed to leave me a message. A few of the calls had been that day. I unblocked the number.

A few hours later my iPhone rang and it was the number.

"Dale buddy, we have a problem," he said. "This little game is getting old. I'm getting bored. I think it's time we cash in our chips and settle up." I recorded the call as usual.

"What do you mean?" I said. "The game was over weeks ago. You won, Grayson. Maybe I kicked your ass, but you took the only thing I loved and ruined her. As soon as the divorce is over with, I'm totally out of it."

"Come on Dale, be a man," he said. "At least be honest with yourself. You still want this little whore. I never did. Don't worry she's in the shower, she can't hear me."

"Nope," I said. "She's yours. Have a nice life."

"Dale, don't be hasty," he snapped. "At least listen to what I'm going to say."

"Grayson, you have nothing I'm interested in," I said. Actually I was lying. I still had the need to hurt both him and Sandy badly."

"Your wife is fucking depressing," he said. "She just sits around all day long moping and crying. She was never really that pretty to my taste. She doesn't even have any tits. And to tell you the truth she really isn't all that hot in bed. She just does what I tell her to do, like a good bitch. Everything that made me want her apparently came from you. She's becoming more trouble than she's worth. So I figured I'd make you a one-time offer."

"No thanks," I said. I heard a wailing start up in the background.

"Ooh, I think she heard that last part," he smirked. "Get your ass back in the shower," he yelled.

"Dale buddy, I can't wait a few more months to get your money. Besides we uhm, saw you last night. That chick you were with is hot. Now she's my type of woman. She's pretty, she has big ass titties and I swear I could smell that pussy from across the parking lot. Here's my offer. You introduce me to that woman, give me fifty grand and I'm off to California to seek my fortune. You can have Sandy back. Hell, I've heard that you're a man of your word. So if you agree to my terms I'll drop Sandy off at your place tonight. If not things are going to be shitty for you."

He started laughing. "That was pretty smart of you draining all of the money out of the accounts like that, but bad for you and bad for your little wife. If I don't get some decent money soon, I might have to take your little wifey over to the bad side of town and make her start selling her ass."

"You'd do that for me wouldn't you?" he asked loudly. "She's nodding her head," he said.

"Tell your husband you're mine to do with as I please," he yelled. I heard a voice speaking slowly and carefully. It was the voice I'd come to love. "My BODY belongs to Grayson totally," she said.

I hung up. If I thought I'd reached my limit in terms of pain, I'd been wrong. I just wished I'd really heard what she said. She'd said her BODY belonged to him and I'd missed it in my anger.

Grayson called me back immediately. "Damn, that was probably rough for you to deal with huh? Knowing that as much as you love her, she's mine? I know that you can come up with 50K and I know that you still love her. What do you say?"

"Meet me in my lawyer's office tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock," I snapped.

"What you don't trust me," he laughed. "Do we have a deal? I'll take your word for it. We don't need the lawyers. Oh well, if we can't make a deal we can always start coming up with the terms for the divorce. One way or another, I'll be getting some money out of you."

"Hey, Dale, do you need me to prove that she's mine totally? I mean you've heard and seen me fucking her. Do you want me to have her come to the meeting naked?" I hung up.

It was perfect, just what I'd hoped for. My phone rang yet again. This time it was Tina.

"Dale, we need to talk. I know some things about Sandy that you don't know," she said. "It's about what you did to her."

"I haven't done shit to that whore," I snapped. I hung up the phone. It was time to end this. Later that evening Page came over and made me dinner again. The great thing about it was what she wore. She had on a sweater and jeans. She'd scaled down her makeup and looked beautiful. As she cooked, she walked around the house. At first I thought she was cleaning but when she got done there was a neat pile of photos in the living room.

"Where should I put these?" she asked. She'd taken every photo with Sandy in it off of the walls.

"Every time your eyes hit one of these it makes you sad," she said. "If you're going to get over her, constantly seeing her can't help."

Later on we snuggled on my sofa and watched a movie together. I wrapped my arms around her and she sighed contentedly. A short time later, the cuddling morphed into kissing. She threw a leg over me and got on top of me. She was insistent. She pulled her sweater up and stuck the biggest, softest breast I'd ever seen right in front of me. The nipple was sticking out and hard as a rock. It was so hard it looked painful.

"Please," she said. I gently started licking the breast and when I reached the nipple she started keening.

"Oh that is so good," she hissed. "Dale, please take me to your room. Don't make me wait any more."

I did. I did the one thing, the one truly unpardonable sin that Sandy hadn't done. I fucked Page in our bed. I violated the last shrine of our marriage and I did it willingly. I'm sure you're expecting me to say that I fucked the shit out of Page. You're imagining it as being very gymnastic and hearing that her huge boobs were flying all over the place. It didn't happen. I only knew, that night that love, even though I'd lost mine, was something worth expressing. I didn't love Page but I needed her to love me at least for a little while. So I made slow and tender love to her. I ate her to an orgasm and then I took her slowly with a lot of kissing and hugging. Then I pulled the blanket over us and she fell asleep in my arms.

I awoke the next morning to find her looking at me as I slept. The way I'd often done with Sandy. She was smiling and had one of her legs draped over me as if she didn't want there to be a second that we weren't touching each other.

"Dale, last night was so beautiful. It was so special," she said. There were tears in her eyes. "I love you Dale," she said. "I know it's going to take you some time to get over your wife, but I'm not going anywhere."

I felt like the worst bastard in the world. "I love you too," I lied. I couldn't believe what Sandy and Grayson had turned me into. I'd become a monster. For lying to this poor woman, I was at least as bad as that fucker was, maybe worse. At least he hadn't lied about having feelings for Sandy. With him it was all about control.

We showered together and I dropped her off at her apartment in time to get changed and come in to work. Once she got there, it was like she was floating on a cloud. I heard from several people that she was in love but no one knew who the lucky man was. I felt even worse.

At nine thirty I left the office and changed into overalls with Tom's security company's logo on the back. I drove over to the building that Sandy and Grayson were staying in. I met with several other men who were doing the security update on the building. I got the maintenance man to let me into their unit and I started installing my toys. The place was a pig sty. Grayson obviously wasn't very neat and Sandy no longer seemed to care. Our home was always immaculate. Its condition showed the love and caring she put into our life. It appeared that she no longer cared.

It only took me a half hour to install the four defective micro heaters. I installed them in the apartment's heating vents. One should have been enough. I put four in their bedroom. I also turned off the message light on their phone. Then I went back to work. By ten thirty I got a call on my iPhone.

"Where the fuck are you, Dale," asked Grayson.

"I'm at work. Where else would I be? I asked. Then I hung up.

He tried calling me back but I didn't pick up. I called their love nest knowing that no one was there and left a message. With the message light disabled they wouldn't get the message but it wasn't for them anyway.

"Hi Sandy, hi Grayson," I said into the phone. "I've come to the decision that we have to be adults about this. I've accepted that Sandy and I were great together but our time has passed. I hope the two of you can be happy together and we'll work out our differences amicably in court. I've found someone new and fallen in love with her too. It's time to move on so we can all be happy, maybe even be friends at some point. You guys have a great day."

As I hung up my phone, I noticed that Page was listening to me. She was smiling and crying at the same time and ran out of my office.

A short time later, I began to notice people wandering by my office and looking in with smiles on their faces. The guys were giving me the thumbs up sign.

I guessed that the cat was out of the bag. I got an email from Page asking me if she could come to my office again.

Before I could even answer it she was there. "I'm sorry Dale," she said. "I couldn't help it. I heard what you said on the phone. I didn't mean to. I love you so much. Can I come over tonight? Please?"

I nodded and she bridged the distance between us and flung herself at me. Several people were standing in the doorway watching and clapping their hands but she didn't seem to care.

I called Page later and told her that I had to go see my lawyer after work, but she could still come over. I told her where my hidden key was and that she should keep it. I'd be home by eight thirty or nine.

After work, I spent about an hour watching Sandy and Grayson's apartment through binoculars from the roof of the building across from theirs. I saw Sandy on the computer in the living room. She really seemed upset. It looked like she was so busy surfing the web or whatever she was doing that she was ignoring her lover. 

It was barely dark out but she seemed exhausted. Grayson tried to pull her into the bedroom. She seemed to be resisting him. Finally she settled down and gave him a half-hearted blow job. I pulled out my iPhone and started the micro heaters. 

I looked back into the apartment and saw Grayson lay back on the bed and pull Sandy to him. She lay there unmoving. As I watched through the binoculars I saw Grayson pounding her pussy harder and harder, but she lay there just taking it. I was so filled with rage that I threw my binoculars away and left.

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Sandy's POV 

Grayson, that's what I called him. It was never Richard or Rick or Dick or Ricky or anything that would give the impression that I felt anything more than loathing for him. Grayson was extremely pissed that Dale hadn't gone to the meeting at his lawyer's office. 

Grayson was all about control and I think that Dale frustrated him to no end. He often spat at me and told me that for an ugly bitch, I was far more trouble than I was worth. I had no illusion that he loved me or cared about me. He just controlled me.