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A Positive

By: cpete



Our son Tony was at the table doing his science homework, while my wife Gina and I set the table. Tony was a big boy for his age already over six foot. Both Gina and my family were of southern Italian breeding. Any family member rare enough to get near 5 foot 9 was automatically called "Goliath".

"Who did I get my height from?" Tony asked. His science book was on open to a chapter about genetics.

"The Mailman." I said -ducking a napkin Gina tossed at me. She was still her scrubs from the hospital.

Tony looked confused. "Mrs. Wilson the old lady who delivers the mail? Why would her height matter?"

"Sorry son- I meant Juan the buff pool boy." I joked as Gina playfully launched a spoon in my direction.

"What Pool boy?" Tony questioned. "We don't have a pool boy, you make me and sis clean the pool all the time."

"Must be the Milkman." I countered as Gina looked around for something else to toss.

"What is a Milkman?" Tony asked.

Gina came around the table swatting at me good-naturedly while speaking. "Tony ignore your Dad he is trying out his warped sense of humor again. Now go fetch your younger brother and sister for dinner."

We watched our son Tony ran up the stairs. Gina picked the spoon up off the floor and held it menacingly in front of me. "And you Nick-any more talk like that and I am going to carve out your funny bone with this dull spoon." 

I gave my wife Gina a kiss, patting her butt as I passed her. Gina backhanded me playfully. 

"Later Nick- later." Gina said to me with an impish gleam in her eye.

++++++++

The next day I was sitting in my little office off the bakery. I had begun baking cakes in "odd" shapes in my parents' kitchen after I had gotten out of the service to help offset college expenses. It turned out people liked my quirky cake designs. It expanded so quickly I had to build a small building in the adjacent lot to satisfy the health department and get professional equipment. "NICK's" as my business was called, had over the past dual decades provided my wife Gina, our family and I a good living -plus a chance to be involved daily in my two boys and daughter's life -as I could make my own hours and accept jobs as needed.

My best friend and family attorney Bruce was with me as we were going over contracts. Bruce was tall, with flowing hair, deep blue eyes, complete with long eyelashes that ladies swooned over. But swooning was all the females could do as Bruce was 110% gay. Bruce and I had been friends since the days we had roomed at college. In those days no one would room with Bruce when he had come out of the closet. Unlike most of my homo-phobic counterparts -I had a different take on the whole "gay" thing back then. I figured the more good looking men in the gay movement, the better (for me) -as it was less competition for the babes. I felt the gay movement was increasing the odds for average looking straight men (again like me) to get girls. Also having a gay guy like Bruce as your wingman was a "babe magnet". Being pals with a gay guy lowered most ladies natural suspicions and also gave the straight guy automatic "Sensitive and caring" points, (even if I did not deserve them) as well as labeling you as secure in your masculinity. I had gotten laid by a lot of coeds with Bruce's help, until Bruce had introduced Gina my wife and I over 18 years ago. 

Gina, a Nurse Manager, was still in her scrubs when she came into my small office in the bakery. She and Bruce were good friends. I figured Gina had checked via the intercom from the house to make sure I was not with a customer.

Gina greeted Bruce warmly, and then she tossed an official looking letter with an envelope into my lap. "Nick this is not funny!" 

I could tell she was a little annoyed with me by the tone in her voice. Gina claimed I had a weird sense of humor, but she was a good sport putting up with most of my pranks and antics.

I read the letter while Gina and Bruce chatted away. The letter was from a phony law firm -full of legalize. The gist of the letter was that an unnamed "Jon Doe" was claiming paternity of my oldest son Tony. This Jon Doe wished full privileges and claims due a parent, etc.

This did give me a chuckle and I told as much to Gina. "Can't take credit for this one Gina. But for the record --I do think it is a little bit funny --but I did not send it. Must have been one of your co-workers at the hospital, playing a practical joke on you."

Gina was not amused. "When I find the moron who wrote this, I am going to kick their butt so hard they are going to need Doc Weber in proctology to get my shoe out of their colon!"

Bruce had picked up the letter, reading it while I pulled Gina into my lap for a quick kiss.

"Hold on a sec you two." Bruce murmured. "This may not be a joke- I think it is for real-well a real scam anyway."

"WHAT!" both Gina and I said at the same time turning toward Bruce.

"Yea I think it is one of these "Baby Greenmail" letter cons I heard about at the legal conference last year." Bruce was looking at the return address on the envelope.

"Bruce you mean that Hawaii trip with cocktail parties you write off as business trips each year." 

"Well Nick all work and no play make Bruce a dull .."

Gina interrupted Bruce. "Try to stay on topic you guys. Bruce what the hell are you talking about Baby Greenmail?" 

Bruce settled back in his chair before speaking. "Has your son Tony applied for any financial aid, school funds, state or government permits recently?"

"Yes last month Tony got his driving license. Restricted-he still has to drive with Nick or I."

"OK that explains some of it." Bruce continued. "This is a scam that started on the coast a few years ago. Our state makes available driver license information to the public. You know stuff like age, addresses, etc. Several marketing firms take this info, selling it in packages by age, sex, zip codes, blah, blah, blah, to various advertisers-a data mining kind of thing. How it works is some sleazy law firm gets stats on young drivers and sends out this letter asserting to have a client claiming paternity of the child. They hope you will pay to make this go away."

"What bullshit." I broke in.

"Ninety-five percent of the people getting this correspondence, ignore the letter, or have their lawyer write a response. Nothing is ever heard about it again." Bruce waved the letter in his hand. "Nevertheless popular thinking is that 2-3% of married men are unknowingly raising children not their own. That means a small percentage of wives not wanting their husbands to know the truth, or maybe the mother is unsure of who the real father is, even perhaps both parents know --but wish to hide the information from their child -contact the law firm sending this letter. A monetary settlement is worked out, papers signed and the matter goes away quietly."

"That is Blackmail, extortion" Gina said. 

Bruce went into attorney lecture mode. "Blackmail was originally a form of tribute paid in English times in return for immunity from raids. Blackmail was paid in goods or services, Whitemail was paid in silver. Todays version Greenmail, is of course dollars. But to your question Gina-yes some would call it a form of subtle extortion. However depending on the payout, it is not a bad return on investment for sending out a couple of hundred letters."

"It sounds illegal." I commented. "How many people fall for this thing?"

"The allegations never go to court, or are filed, so no one is sure how widespread it is. The mother or parents are not going to go public. All parties sign a non-disclosure agreement so no records are available. Worst case the law firm can always point that they have been following a client's wishes, and nothing illegal about sending a letter. Maybe slander, but that is difficult and costly to prove in court."

Gina was shaking her head. "No wonder everyone hates lawyers."

"My mother still loves me." Bruce grinned, than got serious. "Now Gina I need to ask -so do not bite my head off. Any chance, no matter how remote, that this accusation has any validity?"

My wife Gina let loose with a string of words I know she never learned in catholic school.

"Whoa Gina settle down." I pulled Gina tighter on my lap, laughing at her. "You still need to kiss our children with that mouth."

Gina drew a breath before speaking. "Sorry guys. Bruce let me put it this way. You have a better chance of being Tony's father than that a-hole Jon Doe." Gina gave me a kiss. "I have never been with any man but Nick here since the day you set us up."

Bruce put the letter in his briefcase. "You two don't worry I'll send a reply to make this go away." With that Bruce got up, shook my hand, gave Gina a peck on the cheek then departed.

+++++++++

The two weeks later on a Friday, I came into the house after dropping the kids off at a CYO weekend retreat. I was looking forward to a little "Momma and Me" time without the kids. I found Gina sitting at the kitchen table, with a bunch of papers in a folder from her hospital in front of her. A glass of wine was in Gina's hand, with the bottle half empty next to her. This was very odd; Gina drank a glass of wine at the occasional dinner out-but she rarely drank at home. Even at our wedding Gina never finished her glass of champagne.

"Nick, sit please." Gina was somber as she motioned to the chair across from her. "We may have an issue."

My heart froze as I thought something was wrong with her. I reached for Gina's hand as I sat down. "Gina, are you OK? We will get thru this-understand?"

Gina smiled weakly at me before she began talking. "Nick I have blood type O like a majority of the population, and I always recalled you as having blood type A -like a third of people." Gina took a sip of her wine. "Turns out I was wrong, we are both blood type O."

"OK..." I said trying not to rush Gina, but wishing her to get to the point.

"Nick, I had our son Tony tested and he is blood type "A". Actually "A Positive".

"So..." I urged her on.

"Nick two people with type O blood like us cannot create a blood type A, like Tony."

I released Gina's hand from across the table.

Gina started talking faster. "In certain types of autoimmune disease conditions a blood type can change."

I started to panic. "Gina is something wrong with our son Tony?"

Gina relaxed a little. "No Tony is fine, I had a full work-up done on his blood. I do have a little pull after all these years at the hospital."

That was true, Gina was a Nurse manager for over a decade at the hospital. Nurse Managers were like the Sargent Major in the military, they ran the day to day operations of a hospital. Chief Executives may come and go, but Nurse Managers got things done.

I did not like where this conversation was heading as Gina took another sip of wine from her glass.

"Nick my worst fear was maybe Tony had been switched at birth like that Kimberly Mays girl back in the late 1970s."

I swear to God my heart stopped.

Gina pushed some papers across the table at me. "These are DNA tests I had done."

I grabbed at the papers and frantically scanned them for information.

"Nick, it's Fine." Gina said. "The DNA tests are positive. Tony is my son."

"Thank God." I put the DNA papers down. "The thought of..." I stopped in mid-sentence as my brain caught up with Gina's words.

"Gina you just said DNA proved Tony was YOUR son." I looked her in the eye "You did not say the DNA proved Tony is OUR son."

Now Gina became a bit panicky as she grabbed my one hand, pushing another set of papers toward me. "Nick I never cheated on you! I was never with another man ever! Look --Look at these papers!"

This set of papers had some security firms on the cover. There were two sets.

"Nick those are polygraph tests from two different agencies. The same firm the state troopers use and a different group that is employed by the Metro Police. You can see right there-circled in red-the results. I was never unfaithful."

I looked at the last page of each report that Gina had marked. Both reports claimed that Gina appeared truthful answering all questions relating to sex with any other men. I was her one and only after we had met.

I put down the papers staring at Gina.

Gina had a feverish look in her face. "Nick there has to be some logical explanation for this.."

I cut her off. "Let me see Gina what we have in front of us." I paused as if to think." On one hand it could be that young Tony is the result of an alien probe that had you impregnated-then erased your memory. But since Tony does not look like ET or like Reese Pieces we can safely discount that theory."

"Nick please..."

I kept on going. "Hey Gina I know." Snapping my fingers. "Tony is really the second coming of Christ. The first Coming of Jesus had a virgin birth-but well-this would be a close second." I pointed at her wine bottle. "Did you have Tony turn this bottle of wine from water before he left today? Maybe we can have Tony step up his game. Multiply some fish and loaves of bread. Sure would help out with the food bills."

"Nick your sarcasm is not helping." Gina was trying not to cry.

I ignored her. "Now Gina I have a wild thought. Maybe-just maybe-and I might be reaching here- the real reason Tony does not match my DNA or blood type is." I looked at Gina and raised my voice. "Nine months before Tony was born you FUCKED some guy!"

Gina looked stunned. I had never raised my voice to her in all our time together. "Gina are ANY of the kids mine!"

"Nick how can you even ask such a question!" Gina replied her voice starting to break.

"How can I NOT ask such a question!" I tried not to shout.

"DNA results say only Tony is...is in doubt." Gina replied meekly.

I ran my hand thru my hair. "OK Gina total truth time. You get one time pass and we can work this out. Who did you fuck around on me with? I want the whole story-who, when, where, why and how long have I been getting horns hung on me."

Gina eyes started to tear up. "Look at the polygraph report Nick. I never cheated on you!"

"God damn Gina that polygraph stuff is bullshit. No court in the land will even accept polygraph tests as evidence. Gary Ridgeway the Green River killer passed a polygraph test with flying colors before DNA nailed his ass. Now who is it?"

Gina was now sobbing and shaking her head.

"What's the problem Gina-did you fuck so many guys you cannot figure out who be it could be? You still screwing them now? What!"

Gina jumped up and yelled at me. "THERE WAS NEVER ANYONE BUT YOU NICK! I DON"T UNDERSTAND ANY OF THIS! IT'S A NIGHTMARE!" She sat down with her hands in her head crying.

I felt like all the blood had vacated my body. "Gina it would be best if you left now."

"You.. you can't throw me out of our house." Gina sobbed, looking up at me in surprise.

"See Gina that is where you are mistaken." I pushed away from the table. "Just as I mistakenly thought Tony was OUR son, -and was wrong. You mistakenly thought this was OUR house-and you are wrong. Mom and Dad gave this place to me long before you came on the scene to fuck around on me. Take the mattress, you can put it on your back to save time."

Gina tried to gain her composure. "Nick please ..we need to work this out. Find out how..what happened."

I got up from my chair, I could not take her denials any more. "I'll be gone for 2 hours. I ask you not be here when I return."

Gina tried to reach out to me from her seat. "Nick..How..what do we tell our children?"

"OUR children?" I tried not to shout. "How about this-Kids your Mom is a cheating Slut." I fished the car keys out of my pocket and walked out the door.

++++++++

The next day I called my friend and attorney Bruce. I explained what happen at last night's discussion with Gina, the DNA results, polygraph tests and outcome.

"Nick I am so sorry." Bruce started. "Gina is the last person in the world I thought would screw around now or back then. I mean I really cannot believe it-are you absolutely sure?"

"DNA test are 99.9% sure. So what do you think?"

"Nick it is ...weird. If Gina cheated why would she tell you after all this time?"

"Hell Bruce the Guilty Dog Barks First. I don't know -maybe Gina wanted to get in front of it because of this Baby Greenmail bullshit."

Bruce let out a deep breath. "This could explain why that lawyer was not scared off by my counter letter, or threat of legal action. He keeps pushing for a meeting. They smell blood in the water, must be looking for a payday. What do you want me to do?"

"Damn Bruce I want you to make this go away." I said.

"Look Nick we will admit nothing, deny everything and make counter-accusations. Remember it isn't what they know, all that matters is what they can prove in court. So far they have not filed anything. So it looks like they just want money. A simple straight up negotiation deal. It would help a lot if Gina could tell me something about this John Doe and their...ah..relationship." I heard Bruce pause before he went on. "Did she say anything..um..useful to you?"

I shifted the phone to my other ear and checked the kids were not around. "Hell Bruce --Gina is still claiming there was no relationship, no sex, nada. She is going for the modified Immaculate Conception defense. I am not sure how stupid Gina thinks I am. I was born at night-but not last night."

There was a pause before Bruce started talking again. "Nick let me talk to Gina, maybe I can get something from her. However no matter what -I will need you and Gina to present a united front at this meeting, the happy couple. Any chance you two can work past this? Marriage therapy? I don't know-maybe you get a free weekend in Vegas-no questions asked. Tit for tat, an eye for eye kind of thing?"

"Bruce two wrongs don't make a right. An eye for an eye just makes the whole world blind. Besides to get even I would need to knock up some babe, then reappear after 16 years- not in my long or short term plans. Hell I am not sure if Gina is still screwing around on me or not. For all I know she has her head in more guys laps then a napkin."

"Nick you have known Gina close to 18 years, married for over 17 years. What about this Christian forgiveness you always hear about in that church you go to every Sunday?" Bruce questioned.

"Forgiveness! Hell Bruce --Gina is still claiming nothing happened. I got 12 years of catholic school under my belt, last time something like this occurred a manger and stable were involved plus three wise men came bearing gifts." I was getting angry. "No stable or manger at Tony's birth, all I got was a bill from the hospital. If Gina keeps sticking to this lie, what else or who else has Gina's lying ass been screwing and for how long!"

"Now Nick." Bruce tried to calm me down. "What Would Jesus Do?"

"What would Tony Soprano Do!" I shot back.

Bruce gave up. "Fine Nick, I'll let you and Gina know about the time for this meeting."

"Bruce you will need to contact Gina yourself, me and the lying virgin aren't talking."

"Nick you are one stubborn dago." Bruce uttered before he hung up.

++++++

I tried to keep my chair from touching Gina's chair in Bruce's conference room. Gina looked worse for the wear and tried to talk to me when we were alone while Bruce fetched the other lawyer from the lobby.

"Don't say anything Gina." I cut her off. "Unless you want to tell me the truth."

"Nick you must believe.." Gina began again, but stopped when Bruce followed by his paralegal and a young man with slicked back hair, complete with shiny suit, white shirt and red power tie walked into the room. Bruce and his paralegal sat on our side of the table. "Slick" was across the table on the other side.

Bruce did not even bother with introductions. "You requested this meeting." Bruce addressed "Slick" in a condescending tone. "What do you want?"


A Positive



"Slick" opened his briefcase before answering. "As stated in the original letter, our client wishes all the parental rights and obligations due a father to his child."

"And what child would that be?" Bruce questioned.

"Slick" was not to be intimidated. "The oldest son of your client there." He pointed at Gina. "And the client I represent."

Gina started to say something but Bruce put his hand on her arm, before answering his counterpart. "You understand my clients deny this completely unfounded allegation, and protest this groundless charge against my client's fidelity and defamatory accusation to their marriage of 17 years."

"Slick" adjusted his tie before speaking. "We understand the stress this application has placed on their spousal connection. However my client needs to be with his son, but does wish to minimize any friction in your client's marital relationship."

"I am sure that consideration was foremost in your unnamed client's thoughts." Bruce said dryly. "Even if these allegations have a shred of truth-which we do not acknowledge. In this State when any child that is born to a husband and wife while married, all rights and responsibilities automatically reverts to the legally wed couple."

"Slick" just smirked. "While I appreciate the refresher law course review. I was not asleep in class the day they taught law. My client contends the conception of the boy in question was conceived BEFORE your two clients wed."

Gina jumped out of her chair. "THAT IS A GODDAMN LIE! I have NEVER been with ANYONE but Nick-MY HUSBAND! - since our first DATE!"

"Slick" eyed Gina up and down, his gaze coming to rest on her chest. "Me think the lady protests too much."

I slowly rose then leaned forward on the conference table fixing "Slick" with a cold practiced stare before speaking. "You best keep a civil tongue in your head. Manners can be taught as well as learned." Slick met my eyes for a moment before looking away.

Bruce put an arm on Gina's shoulder while motioning me to resume my seat. "Let us all calm down please." Bruce turned toward "Slick". "These are entirely outlandish indictments you are making, completely worthy of slander charges my clients are more than willing to pursue in a civil arena."

"Slick" seemed to regain a bit of his confidence. "In case you missed law class that day, absolute truth of fact is not slander." He pulled a DVD from his briefcase. "While your client there may think the stork brought their first baby. Let us take a look at the specifics with our own eyes." He held up the DVD like a prize.

Bruce instructed his paralegal to set up the AV system. While the paralegal folded back some panels in the wall to expose a 70 inch LCD display with a rack of audio/video gear. "Slick" kept talking.

"We had this DVD digitally transferred from the original videotape. For brevity's sake it was edited to only the pertinent sections."

Bruce crossed his arms on his chest, I saw he was not going to yield an inch in this legal skirmish. Bruce replied "We will wish our own people to verify the accuracy of any content from the original media."

"I would expect no less." Slick purred. "We will make the master available to you at your earliest convenience." He pressed play on the DVD remote and video appeared on the large LCD display.

A scene with loud audio showed a much younger slimmer Gina surrounded by her girlfriends at a party. Judging by the decorations it was Gina's bachelorette party in a dual level hotel suite, drinks and food were in evidence. The camera must have been handheld as the video was a bit shaky.

"Slick" froze the DVD. "Notice the time date stamp in the corner." He was drawing attention with a laser pointer. "This is one full week before your client's legal wedding day on file. The TV in the far background is tuned to daytime programming that you will find corresponds to the same date and time." He then unfroze the DVD. 

The next clip had five male dancers dressed in the old Village People YMCA characters-Cop, Construction Worker, Cowboy, Indian Chief and Biker. The young slimmer version of Gina was seated in the middle of the room wearing a bridal veil on her head. The Village People wannbes took turns gyrating in her face and dancing for the cheering females. The video was frozen again when a Construction Worker posed in front of a seated smiling younger Gina holding a large drink.

"Slick" circled the costumed Construction Worker with his laser pointer. "This is my client and biological father of the child in question." Bruce had to clamp down on Gina to prevent her from jumping up. 

"Slick" continued. "My client worked this job as part time employment to supplement his college expenses. Tax returns and 1099s from that time are available. Now.."

Bruce interrupted. "This stroll down memory lane is all quite nostalgic. However we have seen nothing more than some harmless adult entertainment from long ago. Embarrassing now for a married mother of three perhaps, but certainly not grounds for paternity."

"Slick" nodded then said. "The next series of clips are somewhat more reveling. Your client's husband may wish to excuse himself."

"Play the Damn video" I responded with ice in my voice

"As you wish." With that "Slick" pressed the remote control.

Not many people can pinpoint the exact time down to the second when their life changed. I could -the date and time were in the lower left hand corner of a 70 inch LCD display in upconverted 1080i digital clarity with simulated Dolby 5.1 surround sound audio. 

On screen was one of the hotel suite bedrooms. The camera must have been on a dresser or tripod as it was a steady fixed shot. Coats and purses were strewn around the bed. On the bed was my then bride-to-be Gina. She was facing the camera and still had a bridal veil on her head, but other than that Gina was completely naked, except for her footie socks. She was laying astride the nude Village People Indian character, who was on his back. His headdress was off, but you could still make out the war paint on his face. Gina's breasts were pressed into the Indian's chest as his arms held Gina tight onto him. The Indian character was thrusting up into her with steady strokes. Behind Gina pumping in rhythm with the Indian was the undressed Village People Construction Worker. Hard hat still on his head, he rode Gina's rear like a bucking bronco as they DP her.

Gina's on screen moans emitted from the speakers, punctuated only by grunted comments from the Indian Chief and Construction Worker.

"Damn this babe is tight back here! Didn't anybody every use it? Skintight fit-like a virgin!"

"You gotta try her mouth! Bitch could suck chrome off a trailer hitch. She is an uber combo vacuum cleaner and sword swallower!"

"Think we could get one of the other guys in here again to make her air tight?"

Gina's moans on screen got louder, then more intense as she erupted into the low wailing orgasmic cry I knew too well. I heard a thump besides me and turned to see present day Gina faint dead away. Her head bounced off the conference table top as current day Gina slid out of her chair onto the floor.

Meanwhile video Gina's younger body started to shake as orgasms racked her body and the Construction Worker gripped her hips tighter. He yelled "There SHE BLOWS!" pushing deeper into her.

My stomach erupted, I never had a chance to even put a hand over my mouth. I projectile vomited my entire breakfast and lunch across the conference room table. Too bad I could not get points for distance and accuracy. I hit "Slick" dead center in his chest, with a great splatter pattern. "Slick" jumped up and ran from the conference room heading for the washroom. I spotted a wastebasket and dry heaved into it for almost a full minute. 

"God Damnit Bruce!" I said when my stomach stopped jumping. "Find out how much this Son of a Bitch wants and pay it!"

Bruce was on the floor holding up Gina's head. As I looked at her, my stomach started to quiver. I willed it to settle. "When that slut wakes up, tell her to get her shit out of the house."

I turned away from the prone Gina and Bruce on the floor, but I was now facing young Gina on-screen in a different video clip. She was being fucked in a missionary position by the Construction Worker. He had her almost bent in half with her spread legs hooked over his shoulders. All the while long dicking Gina with deep hard strokes, squeezing her breasts, pinching her stiff nipples.

"Turn that damn thing off" I yelled at the paralegal.

The Paralegal scrambled for the remote control, but while fumbling with the buttons, he hit the volume control increasing the audio level.

Gina's loud moans filled the room at ear splitting decibels interlaced with the Construction Workers shouts. "Cum for me baby! That's it- Cum for me you bitch! Your mine now! I'm gonna nut! Oh Yeah! Here it comes! Here it comes! I'm balls deep in your ass! Gonna blast! Gonna Blast!" His yells and her frantic moans mixed together until finally the paralegal found the pause button.

Bruce yelled at the shaken Paralegal. "Go get me some cold towels." The Paralegal fled the room.

I pulled my wallet from pants throwing two fifties at Bruce. "Here is a fucking retainer. Start divorce proceedings against that cheating cunt!"

"Nick settle down!" Bruce said, still holding Gina who was starting to stir. "Let's go over this before you do anything. Besides I don't do divorce."

"I don't care Bruce. Team up with a divorce guy then." I stood up to walk away. I had to pass the 70 inch LCD display to get out the door. Frozen up on the screen were a young Gina & the Construction Worker. They were still locked in the missionary position, eyes closed, both heads thrown back, their mouths open in mid-orgasm screams.

Supported by Bruce, Gina started to sit up-her bleary eyes looked at me, then opened wide when she saw the still image on the screen.

I pointed at the large LCD display that showed young Gina and the Construction workers in the frozen video pornographic pose. "Gina you really outta get that picture made into an illustration for the Christmas cards this year." 

I walked out before my stomach erupted again.

+++++++

The following morning I told the kids their mother was doing more work at the hospital and would be away for a while longer. Gina was a vital cog in the Hospital machine and the kids were used to her odd hours and shifts. Only my oldest son Tony gave me a disbelieving look while I told my "white lie".

Gina filled my answering machine, and cell phone with messages. I was too pissed to listen at first, after I listened to a few of Gina's messages my anger did not abate.

"Nick please" Gina's voice was strained and hoarse. "I don't how that man..men got me in..I do not remember any of it. If I had not seen that video..I couldn't believe it was me. I must have a mental problem. I will take any test you want, submit to a neurological exam, psych evaluation. I'll wear an ankle monitor, GPS tracker, pay for detectives to follow me. I swear you are the only man I ever loved or needed since our first date. I feel so lost, so confused. I never wanted anyone but you, I miss you, I miss our children-and I do mean OUR children. I am sorry you had to watch that..display. I am sorry I had to watch that disgusting..." her voice broke into sobs as I deleted the message.

Thank God I had two orders to fill. These would take my mind off Gina. I had a hard time deciding what upset me more-that Gina had gang banged a bunch of guys before we had wed, the thought she was still doing it now or that she had hid and lied about it. Hell even now Gina never said she was sorry for what she had done to me, to our family, our son. Gina still would not take responsibility for the jackpot she had dropped this family into. Well Screw her!

The intercom broke into my thoughts, it was my oldest son Tony. "Dad a..Uncle Bruce is here to see you."

Bruce strode into my work area before I had a chance to answer. "Nick lets go into your office. We need to talk and NOW."

Seated in my office Bruce started in before I sat down. "You told me you wanted this paternity thing with fucking Jon Doe and Tony to go away. So number one you must stop this divorce talk thing against Gina." Bruce held up his hand to stop me from speaking. "You can revisit whatever issues you and Gina have after this case is over. That damn attorney for Jon Doe doesn't want any money. They refuse to talk about a monetary settlement. They really want paternal rights to Tony. Personally I don't think they have a chance in hell, but I need to show a loving stable family home with two good parents plus a strong father figure. Court judges like that. Let's not give Jon Doe any ammo to use."

I slumped into my chair. "Fine I'll stay the divorce with that cheating liar Gina for now. What argument are you going to use when the court sees the video and orders DNA tests?" I mimicked a deep commanding tone. "Your honor --as you can see from the video my client Gina just sucked cock and let the plaintiff cum only when he shoved his dick up her ass. Therefore biologically conception couldn't have occurred at that particular gang bang."

"Nick shut up and listen." Bruce rubbed his hands together. "This is important. They have filed a ..." Bruce launched into bunch of legal mumbo jumbo.

"Bruce Stop!" I said. "Plain English please!"

"Sorry Nick." Bruce mumbled. "I had planned to ask for a dismissal, then if needed to delay and stall with motions and roadblocks until your son Tony turned 18-then none of this would have mattered. But they have asked the court to put this case at the top of the list and be heard immediately. It is rare tactic used only if someone's life is in danger, or one of the litigants is going to flee or a medical condition that cannot wait, things of that nature.

"Bruce" I broke in. "If they try to take Tony away I will pack up this clan in a heartbeat and make a run for the border."

Bruce put a pained expression on his face. "Let us not go there yet Nick. In this hearing-which is tomorrow by the way. The judge can grant the motion and the case will be heard within 24 hours. The judge can dismiss the motion and tell Jon Doe to wait his turn for a court date, or -and this our best hope-the judge will dismiss the case as I've asked and throw out the petition completely. Then its game over for Mister Jon Doe and we can do our happy victory dance."

"Bruce you are saying our chances are only 1 in 3?"

"No Nick much better. Judges do not like cases that jump the line. Over half the time they tell the petitioners to wait their turn on the docket like everyone else. Maybe less than 5% of the cases are deemed urgent and get emergency status granted. We have a much better chance of the judge dismissing the case and throwing out the petition than they have of getting this heard quickly." Bruce rubbed his hands. "This Jon Doe guy waited over 16 years, I would love to find why they in such a hurry now."

"Why don't you ask Gina to help? Maybe she can fuck it out of him."

Bruce ignored my response. "The odds are way with us on this thing. Smart money is it will get dismissed. However one never knows in a courtroom what a judge will do. Given the possibility that this Jon Doe is related to Tony, I would be remiss if I did not ask if you wish for us to open talks about possible visitation, and ground rules concerning your son Tony and this Jon Doe."

I gave Bruce a cold stare.

Bruce talked right thru my glare. "Nick I am saying it would better if we were able to set the parameters of any conditions concerning Jon Doe and your son Tony-rather than have a court dictate the terms."

"Bruce there will be snowball fights in hell before I let that prick near my family."

Bruce gave a chuckle. "Gina said the same thing, but in much more colorful terms. She can make a sailor blush."

"That so Bruce?" I said "I would think Gina would welcome the chance to relive some old gang bang memories with her baby's daddy. Get the old Village People band back together."

"Nick I don't mean to play marriage helper but when you stormed out of that meeting -Gina was almost hysterical. We had to get one of Doctors from the clinic the next floor up to give Gina something to calm her down. Gina kept saying over and over it wasn't her, couldn't be her. She claims she has no recall of the event. " Bruce looked at his hands. "I've never seen anyone so distraught, she was devastated. Either Gina is a hell of an actress or the best liar I ever met."

"Maybe she is a sociopath Bruce." I offered. "Gina beat two polygraph tests, who knows what else she has done, or with who. Anyone who can lie like that must have no conscience."

"I don't think so Nick." Bruce answered. "Gina is a shattered women. I spoke to her today. Gina can't bring herself to admit she was involved in these things, but DNA and facts like that video don't lie. Gina is terrified that she may lose her son, her marriage and her husband. She does not know what to do."

"How about the truth for starters?"

"Nick it is often said that men regret the women they had a chance to have sex with but didn't. Women regret all the men they did have sex with. Maybe that is the case and Gina is blocking the whole event out of her mind. You two have a lot of history together and a family. I guess you got to ask yourself if you are better off with Gina or without Gina."

"I f'n know that Bruce. If I had to make a call now Gina would be gone, but I am not going to endanger Tony's chances due to her lies. How can I trust her? Hell Gina won't even admit she did anything to me."

"Nick right now Gina is having a hard time admitting anything even to herself. Even this big an error"

"Well Bruce there you go. An error only becomes a mistake if you do not correct it. Once this mess is settled I'm going to correct this error and have Gina served."

++++++++

I was trying to keep my mind off the hearing the next day. Bruce told me not to attend, he said we needed to act like this charge was so much baloney we did not deem it worthy of our time. I kept looking at my watch and the phone.

"Dad your 3:00 appointment is here." It was my son Tony on the intercom. I glanced down at my day planner. "Gone with the Wind" was scribbled in at 3:00. I had been so distracted I didn't even enter a contact name-Shit!

I checked to see no flour or frosting was on my clothes, then straighten my tie. I activated the voice recorder pen in my shirt pocket used to record all my business dealing. I had learned the hard way that it was best to have both a written contract and verbal record when dealing with many of these Brides. Something about weddings turned the meekest young ladies into Bridezilla.

I ushered in a tall blond slender lady in her early thirties. She was quite attractive with a nice figure. I saw a ring on her finger. Thank God not a wedding order, most likely an anniversary or birthday.

"Thank you for seeing me." She began. "May I call your Nick?"

"Certainly Ms.." I opened.

"Its Mrs." She held out her hand as she sat down across from my desk. "But please call me Amber."

"Well Amber, what kind of cake do you need? What is the occasion and date of the event?"

"Nick my husband Frank and I own a small wind turbine business called Gone with the Wind." Amber passed over a photo that displayed Amber with a smiling small blond girl and a man I assumed was Frank. "This is us with our ten year old daughter." 

I looked over the photo, the man Frank looked vaguely familiar. "Nice family." I commented. "I have a daughter that age also." I pointed behind me to photo of our family on the wall in better times.

"Nick." Amber began as I placed her photo on the desk in front of her. "You have the ability to do something very special for my daughter. Something that will impact her life."




A Positive



"Wow this must be one heck of cake you need" I joked. "You sure know how to put pressure on a guy to perform."

Amber never cracked a smile. "Nick I may have come here under false pretenses. I need you to save a life."

"I don't understand Amber. I decorate cakes here, not CPR."

Amber pulled a tissue from her purse. "This is going all wrong." Amber wiped her eyes. "Let me put all the cards on the table. I am the one who sent that lawyer about your wife's son Tony. I am Jon Doe's wife, married to the YMCA Construction Worker costumed guy you saw in that old video. His real name is Frank, and I believe Frank may be Tony's father." 

I was stunned for a moment then looked down at the photo of Amber and her family on the desk. Now I knew why Frank's picture looked familiar. I have last seen a younger version of that face of Frank, aka YMCA Village People Construction Worker fucking my then bride-to-be Gina in living color on the TV display at my attorney Bruce's conference room a few days ago! 

I backed my chair away from Amber without even realizing it. "I think it best you leave now Amber. Talk should be through our attorneys."

"Nick please just give me a few minutes, it is a matter of life and death." Amber pleaded. "Don't do it for me, do it for my daughter."

"If you do not leave now I am calling the police to remove you." I picked up the phone on my desk.

Amber did not move. "It will take the police 10 minutes to get here Nick. I can't leave until you let me talk. I am begging you!"

I punched in a series of numbers on the phone. Naturally I did not reach my caller --but got Bruce's voice mail. I left him a message to call me immediately. I turned toward Amber.

"I am not saying anything without my lawyer Bruce present."

Amber breathed a sigh of relief. "You do not need to say anything. Just let me speak-please."

I pulled a wind up timer from my desk drawer and spun the dial. "You have 10 minutes." I placed the timer in front of her.

Amber took a deep breath before she began. "I first want to say I never wanted it to be like this. When I employed that law firm I was told the matter would be handled with the utmost discretion and delicacy. They promised inquiries were to be tactful, diplomatic, respectful and in the strictest confidence. It horrified me to find out the nuclear bomb method that was used and the damage and pain it has brought to your family. Believe me it was never my intention to hurt your loved ones."

I crossed my arms, keeping my face poker straight.

"But Nick I am grasping at straws." Amber paused to dab her eyes. "You see my husband Frank-the then young man you saw dressed as a construction worker, my daughter's father needs a bone marrow transplant. Neither one of us matches Frank. The bone marrow donor list has not been successful. Time is running out, Frank's possible son-Tony is our last hope."

"Tony is MY son." I said coldly.

Amber tried to backtrack. "Yes, yes Nick-I am sorry. I never meant to imply otherwise. I mean your son Tony and Frank may be... related. You see I bought Frank a little DVD player so he could watch videos while in treatment. Frank seemed to enjoy our old home movies most of all. I transferred all our old tapes, our vacations, my daughter's birthday parties, even old stuff from his college days, Frank really got a kick out of those. When I found that tape of your wife's..a..um ..bachelorette party, I thought that maybe, just maybe Frank when he did his YMCA construction worker gig back then -had a..relation from that um..encounter that might save his life."

Amber looked up at me, but I just stared back at her.

"Nick you do not know how desperate I was. A few hours searching on the web of old wedding announcements from around that date on the tape and I found out about Gina. More digging reveled the birth of your wife Gina's son Tony. The timeline fits, I never meant to pry -but your actions since the meeting lead me to believe you have questions about your son Tony's paternity. I know it is an incredible long shot, but a HLA tissue type test will tell us if Franks son..I mean your son Tony can save Franks life, give my daughter her father."

I said nothing.

"Nick most of our money is tied up in our business, and I have a small trust." Amber had tears in her eyes as she pulled out some papers from a purse. "I will sign over my half of the business to you right now if you allow Tony to have a HLA tissue type test. My other portion of the business is yours if the marrow matches and you allow Tony to donate."

I sat still as a stone staring at her.

Amber put down the papers on my desk. She looked at me while I said nothing. After a few moments with tears streamed down her cheeks Amber said in whisper "Men say I am pretty." 

Amber stood up. "I have never been with any man but Frank." She wiped away her tears. "I will do anything you want right now, or anywhere you want as many times as you want, if you allow your son Tony to have a HLA tissue type test."

Amber unzipped her skirt letting it fall to the floor, and then stepped out of her panties. Not looking at me, she pulled off her blouse, unhooking her bra. 

I stared at the nude Amber. She had nice firm C cup breasts, curvy hips with a trimmed bush. Her face had full pouty lips marred only by tears silently dripping from her eyes.

My phone rang, I saw it was Bruce calling back. Before I picked up the phone I addressed Amber.

"Put your clothes back on. I don't want any greenmail fucks. Your husband old YMCA construction worker Frank ain't getting any points for pimping out his wife." 

Amber scrambled for her clothes as I reached for the phone. Amber said "Nick, no one not even Frank knows anything about this."

Bruce's voice came booming over the speakerphone before I had a chance to say a word. "Nick start your Victory Dance! I just got out of the courtroom. We got a clean sweep! Judge threw out the entire thing. Said if Jon Doe waited 16 years then must not be too important to him. Now get this-they wanted Tony for some medical donation thing. Godamn living organ donor. Judge didn't even let them finish, tossed out the whole petition-they are toast! Hear that Nick! Put a fork in it we are done-This thing is dead and Buried! Kiss Jon Doe GOODBYE!"

Amber was zipping up her skirt when she heard Bruce's announcement. She slumped in the chair, putting her head in her hands.

"Bruce!" I said interrupting him in the middle of his loud victory war whoop. "I got Jon Doe's wife here in my office sitting in front of me. She is saying some stuff, but I want you to hear all of it."

"Toss her ass out Nick." Bruce voice came back "You don't owe her shit. After the crap they have put you, Gina and your family thru -tell her and the horse she rode in on to FUCK OFF!"

Amber looked at me with pleading eyes just as the timer bell dinged.

"Bruce I should. But let her have her say."

"Fine Nick, anything for you. Can she hear me?"

Bruce said he was activating the record function on his phone and was having Amber repeat a bunch of legalize about recording agreements, name, date, free will, etc. Meanwhile I had googled bone marrow transplants on my desktop PC. I read donating bone marrow is a surgical procedure done under general or regional anesthesia in a hospital. While a donor receives anesthesia, doctors use needles to withdraw liquid marrow from the back of the pelvic bone. Most donors go home the same day and only have lower back pain for a few days.

Amber finished her tale to Bruce, the room was silent for a moment before Bruce spoke.

"Amber while I have sympathy for your plight. My legal advice to Nick is not to allow permission for this."

"Why" Amber was clutching the edge of the desk by the phone.

"Nick if you allow Tony to donate to this Frank guy. You are acknowledging Tony is Frank's biological son, not yours and Gina. This could give their legal team grounds for a new petition."

"No you got it all wrong" Amber was in a near panic. "I never intended anyone to know about this. The lawyer's screwed it all up. I hoped that as one mother to another Gina could be privately persuaded, all in the strictest confidence, to have her son Tony tested. If Tony was compatible Gina could tell him it was an anonymous patient. Inform Tony and her husband Nick a college scholarship was Tony's for donating marrow. That tape-and only the tamer parts -was to have been for Gina's eyes only! It was my biggest mistake giving the tape to that attorney. Tony your son, Frank my husband and even you Nick the spouse, would never have known. The bachelorette incident would be kept as it should -a deep secret. This whole thing would just have been between us mothers." 

Amber started to break down in tears. "I was willing to offer that a document be drawn up that forbid any of our family members from ever contacting you again, putting half a million dollars of our company assets as collateral in a policy to be forfeited if the contract was ever violated. Please do not let my husband Frank and father of my daughter die because of the actions of an overzealous first year law associate."

The only sound in the room was Amber sobbing. Suddenly the door to my office opened and Tony my son waked in to stand next to my desk.

Amber looked up at Tony, her red rimmed eyes got wide. "Oh my God it's him." Amber stood up reaching out for Tony's face with her hands. "You look just like my Frank..it's true.. your..you are a spitting image of my husband Frank.."

Tony retreated behind my chair, like back when he was a little boy playing in my office.

"Please don't touch me." My son Tony addressed Amber. "You have really screwed up everything here and in my life. So I appreciate it if you would just keep the fuc...keep your distance from me."

"Of course, I am sorry, it's just that.." Amber trailed off, sitting down and wiping her eyes with a tissue.

"Dad," Tony turned toward me. "I'm gonna do this bone marrow donation thing."

The room erupted in chaos. Amber jumped up moving toward a retreating Tony trying to give him a hug while babbling thanks. Bruce was on the speakerphone yelling, while my son Tony was saying how he heard everything over the intercom for days and knew all about what was going on.

It took a few minutes but I finally got everyone calmed down and Amber seated. My son Tony was still standing next to my chair. 

I began speaking to my son. "Tony that is a very noble gesture, but it is not your call. You are still a minor under my care. Uncle Bruce's legal advice plus the risk of any surgery makes me say we should pass on the whole thing."

"Dad this is the only way I can see to get you, Mom and our family back together." Tony pushed some hair out of his eyes. "If you try to stop me I'll get myself emancipated and donate anyway. Right Uncle Bruce?"

Bruce's voice came thru the speakerphone. "Technically yes Tony you could file to be an emancipated minor and do met the requirements for this state. I would urge you in the strongest terms NOT to take that course of action."

Amber eyes showed a glimmer of hope as she started to stand up. "Tony I do not know what to say I.."

Both Tony and I held out our hands to get Amber back into her seat. Tony my son spoke first. "I am not doing this for you, I am doing it to try to get my family back to the way it was before you ripped it apart." Tony put a hand on my shoulder. "This is my one and ONLY Dad. But I do have some conditions of my own. Number one is you set up a college scholarship for my younger brother and sister. Number two we keep this anonymous plus I want that agreement thing so you and any of your kin can't come near me or my family --EVER!" 

Amber was almost beside herself. "Yes, yes anything you want. I will have the papers drawn up and schedule a HLA tissue type test." She almost ran out of the room before anyone could change their mind. Bruce said he had to go but to send him any paperwork Amber had. I hung up the phone, leaving me and my son Tony alone.

I sat Tony down in a chair across my desk. "Tony you are as stubborn as me."

"Apple don't fall far from the tree Dad." Tony grinned at me.

"True, but I want you to know this gesture is not going to magically heal the rift between your mother and I. It has nothing to do with you or your brother and sister. Both your Mom and I love you all very much. It is more a matter of trust between your parents. We will always be proud of you, but we just may not be together as before.

Tony gave me a look. "Yea right Dad, like you and Mom are not going to be together with me when I have this donor operation."

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Less than 30% of family members are a match for bone marrow donation. To Amber's relief and my regret, my son Tony was an almost perfect match for Amber's husband aka former Village People Construction Worker Frank.

For that reason I now taking my seat in Bruce's office to review the papers Amber the wife of former Village People Construction Worker Frank had sent about the terms and conditions of our son Tony bone marrow donation.

I had come in purposely late so I would not need to speak to my wife Gina. She was sitting already in one of Bruce's chairs. It was the first I had seen Gina since our "Video Review" in the conference room. Gina looked like hell, -pale with bags under her eyes. She was sitting sipping some coffee.

Bruce motioned to a chair as his paralegal showed me in. "Nick we have been waiting for you. Let's get you some coffee-what do you want?"

I pointed at Gina sipping her coffee and watching me. "Give me whatever Java the Slut over there is sucking."

Gina reacted like she had been slapped, almost spilling her coffee. Bruce stood up from his chair and waved the paralegal out of the room. "Nick, I must insist we keep this civil in the office. There was no reason for that."

"No reason Bruce?" I pointed at Gina before pulling my chair away from her and sitting down. "That is the reason we are here!"

Bruce sat back down then started to drone on about the contracts that Amber the wife of Frank had sent over as conditions of the bone marrow donation from our son Tony. There were prepaid scholarships for all three of our children. Another document put up a portion of Frank and Ambers assets if any member of their family contacted us for any reason. This went on for the better part of 30 minutes

Bruce presented us numerous forms to sign. "Nick, Gina this is pretty straight forward. Normally Bone marrow donations are anonymous anyway so none of the medical staff or record people will see anything unusual this time.

Gina and I signed the voluminous documents, silently passing paperwork between each other. The paralegal knocked on the door before poking his head in the office.

"Bruce, Judge Wilbert is in the lobby." The paralegal said.

Bruce got up and grabbed his suitcoat. "Nick Gina --I need to go for a second. Please do not leave I will be right back."

After Bruce left. Gina spoke to me. "Nick I know that you are extremely angry at me. But I want you to know I am in therapy. I can't say how sorry I am for this whole thing."

"Can't or Won't say you are sorry?" I turned toward her. "Gina, are you finally going to come clean?"

She looked down at her nails. "Nick I could lie, make up a story about what happened. But that is just what it would be --a lie and a story."

I threw up my hands. "So Gina it was not you up on the screen with Village People at the Disco Gang Bang review, sucking and fucking the boys in the band?"

Gina looked right at me. "I can't deny it was me...I just don't know how... Listen Nick I even had one of the best hypo-therapists in the state put me under. After a few sessions he got nothing- told me there was nothing there."

I was getting pissed that Gina was still not taking responsibility-hiding behind doctors trying to explain away her behavior. "I should believe you why exactly? Is it because you would never lie about cheating? Hell Gina I don't know if that was your first gangbang, or a weekly event throughout our marriage. I really do not know who you are, and now wouldn't trust you as far as I could throw you. I want you to know that after this ordeal is over I am filing for divorce." 

Gina looked stunned, and took a deep breath before speaking. "Nick could you please wait? Give me a chance to prove myself, figure this out?" I rolled my eyes at Gina as she continued. "I want to come home, at least to take care of our son Tony after the operation."

"Oh now it is OUR home and OUR son." I replied with my voice full of sarcasm. "Of course you can stay in the house to take care of Tony." I then paused and held up a finger "We have new rules now- you must limit your fuck buddies to outside the property. No gangbangs in the house, or orgies in front of the children. Think you can do that?"

Gina shot up from her chair, bolting from the room.

A few minutes later Bruce returned to the room muttering apologies until he saw Gina was missing. "Nick, where did Gina go?"

I think maybe Gina saw some guy wave a twenty dollar bill at her." I shrugged my shoulders. "Check down at the pier. A Navy ship must be coming into port. I'm sure Gina wants to get a head start on fucking the fleet before the rest of the other sluts show up."

Bruce sat down in the chair next to me. "Nick we cannot change the past. But look at the present. The endgame is you have a great family and a fine son Tony who worships you. I know you would walk thru hell in gasoline underpants for him. Can you for a just a second forget Gina's...um..action, and look at the result-you know -your son Tony." Bruce gave me a look. "Nick have you even tried talking to Gina?"

I got up and headed to the door. "Talk to Gina? When I want to hear lies I will listen to Congress on C Span TV." I stopped with my hand on the door knob. "Bruce please start the paperwork for divorce proceedings. I know you can't tell -but I still love Gina. I just cannot stay married to a pathological liar who I don't trust."

+++++++

My son Tonys bone marrow procedure went off without a hitch. Gina was well liked and respected at her hospital, having been there a long time. They pulled out all the stops for one of their own. Tony was treated better than any President or Dignitary. The Hospitals top surgeon, once a bumbling intern on Gina's floor-had cut short his vacation to lead the simple surgery. The head of anesthesiology had come in on her day off to personally put Tony under. Pre op and post ops teams had cleared the schedule to concentrate on Tony alone. The courier from the Bone Marrow organization commented he had never seen such heavy hitters involved or fuss made over an everyday procedure.

Gina did move back into the house, hovering over Tony like a mother hen. He enjoyed his mothers attentions so much his siblings teased him about "milking it" and "wimping out". After a few days Tony was bored in bed --even with his social media, video games, etc. and was back to hanging with his friends at school.

During this time Gina and I tried to keep up appearances for the kids' sake. However at their ages the world revolved around their friends and after school activities. I doubt they would have noticed anything until the food and clean laundry ran out. Still I was surprised when I came in late from the bakery to find Gina sitting at the kitchen table with a glass of wine in her hand waiting for me. 

Deja' Vu all over again I thought as I sat down at the table across the table from Gina. "What up?" I asked. "More fathers coming out of the woodwork? They have DVDs, streaming video or is it a web site this time?"

Gina ignored my comment. "Nick we have had a good marriage and three wonderful kids.." I raised my eyebrows at her, but Gina plowed on. "..yes Nick THREE wonderful kids-I do not care what that damn DNA test showed." Gina took a sip of her wine before talking again. "Please forget about this divorce, let's go to a marriage therapist together and put this behind us. After almost two decades of being together we owe to each other. You cannot let a single event-that happened before we were married -by all accounts- throw it all away."




A Positive



I was about to give a snide reply, but suddenly felt weary --like I had run a marathon. "Gina look you do not seem to understand. How do I know it was a single event.." Gina started to object but I put up my hand up to cut her off. "..we already went over this a million time. It is lack of faith, trust, integrity. I want to look back on our time together with good thoughts. Not wondering if the time you stayed overnight at the hospital on dates X, Y and Z were "Gina All Holes Evenings". If we stay together that is what I will be thinking each time you leave the house."

"Nick, I will quit my job, stay home full time, give an account of my whereabouts."

"Gina be serious, you love your job, love helping people and knowing you make a difference in lives. Do you really want me interrogating you after every trip to the market, or thinking the worst when you come home a little late? That is no relationship, or any way to live. I don't deserve to live that way and neither do you." I rubbed a hand across my forehead. "I will not deny you access to the kids, or ask for child support if you do not oppose the divorce. You are young enough and have an income to find someone to be with who will not judge the past, or worry about the future."

"Nick what about our children?" Gina pleaded.

I resisted an urge to take a shot at Gina for that statement. "We are doing this partially for the children. They need to have happy parents as role models."

"You are saying you will be happy without me?"

"No Gina, after 18 years I will not be happy without you, but life will go on. But more important I do not want is the kids to have suspicious paranoid parents either."

Gina put down her wine glass, putting her head in her hands and started sobbing. "I do not know why this is happening to my family, to us, to me. Why? Why? Why?"

I moved around the table to hug my soon to be ex-wife.

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I was not happy when Bruce had his paralegal show me to his conference room. That conference room did not hold the fondest memories for me. Bruce was seated at the conference room table. Worst was the big LCD was on, displaying a frozen picture of the famous hotel bedroom from Gina's bachelorette party. Fortunately the room and bed were empty in this image.

"Bruce, will you please turn that damn thing off."

"Nick sit down. This is a different version of the video you saw. In a lucky case of left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing-that lawyer's team send over the original Sony Hi8MM tape to us. My paralegal not knowing the case was over had the whole video tape transferred in its entirety to this DVD."

I sat down before commenting dryly to Bruce. "I already saw all I wanted at the Grand Premiere Showing. I really don't need to view the Directors cut with DVD added bonus features."

"My paralegal logged the whole tape. There are some parts you need to see Nick."

"I am sure it was an extreme hardship for your paralegal to watch over and over Gina's starring role in her own porno film. Did he pick up any pointers?"

Bruce sighed heavily before answering. "Nick you dumb ass-have you met my paralegal? He plays for my team and is more likely to be watching the Village People guys then any female." Bruce raised the remote unpausing the video. "Now pay attention."

On the display the construction worker Frank and a guy dressed as a Biker came on screen. They moved to the bed and started rifling thru the purses extracting cash and any valuable items, stuffing the money into a small bag. You could hear the sounds of a large party in the background.

Bruce started talking over video. "Morons thought the camcorder was off when they put it on the dresser." 

"Big deal, so Gina fucked a bunch of technically incompetent petty thieves. How does that help?"

"Nick shut up and watch."

On screen Frank the construction worker and the Biker jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom slamming the door behind them. A second later the much younger version of Gina-bridal crown still on her head entered the picture. Gina was being half carried by a giant of a woman. The big lady was not fat but solidly built and easily topped 6 foot with inches to spare.

Bruce paused the picture. "Recognize her?"

I did, it was Mary Catherine, one of Gina's bridesmaids. The only girl among eight brothers from a dirt poor family up in the mountains, Mary Catherine was at school on a softball scholarship. As a pitcher and cleanup batter, she led the league in Home Runs and striking out batters three years in a row. Once at college I commented softballs were easy to hit. Mary Catherine had effortlessly whizzed nine blazing underhand fastballs by me as I fanned the air with my bat. Quiet, strong as an ox, but kindhearted Mary Catherine had sent many a drunken macho man's ego down in flames by beating them in arm wrestling matches.

Bruce unpaused the video. Mary Catherine could be seen easily seen manhandling a clearly drunken Gina onto the bed.

"My God darling you sure is a lightweight. I bring down the best moonshine Pappy ever made and you barely made it thru a full glass." Mary Catherine removed Gina's shoes as Gina lay face up on the bed. "A crying shame to waste hootch that good."

She started to remove Gina's Bridal veil, but Gina clamped her hand over the veil. "Oh Nick you came, I knew you would come. Nick make love to your bride. It's Ok I am your bride now.." Gina started muttering words we could not understand.

We watched as Mary Catherine finally gave up trying to remove the veil. She told Gina to sleep it off, then left the room. A minute later Frank the construction worker and the biker exited the bathroom. They stared at the prone Gina and held a hushed conversation. The biker kept shaking his head, but construction worker clad Frank kept pointing to Gina. He moved over and started rubbing his hands over Gina's breasts. Gina's eyes popped open.

"Oh Nick you came! I knew you would come for your bride" Gina slurred drunkenly.

"Sure Baby I'll nick you. You want me to cum in you bride?" Frank laughed as he started to remove Gina's skirt and panties.

I watched in horror as Frank molested the young Gina on screen. After fondling a naked protesting Gina for a short time, Frank began licking her pussy while rubbing her nipples. Gina's cries of "No Stop Nick, Oh Nick, No NICK!" become louder. Frank told the Biker character to keep her quiet. The Biker unzipped, pulled out his dick and stuck it in Gina's mouth. The moans became muffled as Gina sucked on his prick.

I felt my stomach start to rumble. "Stop it Bruce. I see any more- I'm going to vomit on you this time."

Bruce stopped the video, than looked at the paper in front of him. "There is one more part you gotta see Nick. But for the record my paralegal logged Gina calling out your name 47 times during the span of this event."

Bruce fast-forwarded thru the video, even at 20x speed watching the love of your life get fucked in every position, hole and combo by a revolving door of five different men does not make it any easier. 

Bruce resumed normal speed on the video when Frank the construction worker had returned on screen. Gina was facedown, her head in Franks crotch, and a guy in a pseudo cop hat was behind her. The "cop" had Gina's rump elevated with her butt cheeks rippling each time he thrust into her, Frank no longer had his construction hat on. Gina's eyes were closed, the arms hanging limp, and her mouth was slack jawed, she appeared to have passed out. This did not seem to bother Frank who had his hands entwined in Gina's hair, using it to slam her head up and down on his stiff prick. 

Abruptly the "cop" disappeared from the screen as large object smashed into his shoulder knocking him off the bed. We saw Frank open his eyes, then freeze, the face registering terror. For suddenly into camera view stepped a large angry, wild eyed Mary Catherine. She was wielding a heavy hotel lamp like a baseball bat, cocked over her shoulder. On screen the giant Mary Catherine took a coiled batting stance, then she unloaded -putting her whole body into the swing. Like a major league slugger going for a home run over the fences, she hit Frank smack center in the chest. He flew off the bed like a fly ball into the upper decks, the hotel lamp broke into pieces.

"GET OFF HER YOU PECKERWOODS!" An enraged Mary Catherine yelled, stomping off of the view of the camera. Moments later a body was seen briefly as it was hurled -as if thrown -toward the camcorder lens. The camcorder was knocked onto the floor. All we could see now was the wall, however there was no mistaking the audio.

"How DARE you attack a DEFENCELESS Girl!

"GET THIS CRAZY BITCH OFFA ME!"

"MY BALLS! FUCK -LET GO OF MY BALLLLLLS!!!"

"You Momma don't teach you No MANNERS!"

"SON OF A BITCH!- I THINK MY RIBS ARE BROKE! GET AWAY FROM ME!

"THAT HURTS! OW! OW! OW!, STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

"How's THAT feel you little pervert!"

"NO! NO! NOT MY NIPPLE RINGS! OWWWWW!!"

"PUT DOWN THE CHAIR! AH! AH!"

"Not so Tough when a woman ain't on her back is ya!"

"NOT THE FACE! NOT THE... "

"OW STOP! NO NOT THERE!..AAAAAA!

"What's a matter you can't handle a lady on her feet! I'm gonna......"

"FRANK HELP! THAT CRAZY CUNT BIT MY EARLOBE OFF!"

"PUT ME DOWN YOU......Ah AH AH!"

"Peckers ain't so stiff now is they!"

"I CAN'T BREATHE! GET OFF MY THROAT-Gack..Ga.ga..

"DON"T USE --OH! OH! OH!"

"Which one of you limp dicks want more!"

"OK WE GIVE! NO MORE! WE QUIT! NO MORE! STOP YOU WIN! STOP! STOP!"

There was a few seconds of silence with only the muffled sounds of a party in the background. Then a slightly winded Mary Catherine spoke.

"You all keep your bony asses on the floor and put your molesting hands under your butts. One of you dickheads move and I will run this broken curtain rod right thru your eye and out your sorry asshole. I'm a calling the sheriff now."

"Hold off there lady. You really want to do that?" It sounded like Frank the construction workers voice, he was raspy and out of breath, it sounded like he was crying.

I got to give it to Frank. Even at that age he had the smooth gift of bullshit that marks any good salesman. Frank convinced Mary Catherine it would Gina's word against five guys. Did she really want to stain Gina's wedding with this "event". What if the groom did not believe Gina -called off the wedding? It would be Mary Catherine fault. Don't forget you had given Gina illegal booze, got her drunk and then put her in a bedroom with male strippers. Who is to say you did not plan the fuck party also? There was really no harm done, a little fun-but Gina had not gotten hurt. Gina was now passed out -she would never know. They wouldn't tell if she didn't. The guys would give Mary Catherine all the cash from this gig, plus tips, everything they had-she could keep the money, or give it to the bride and groom as a wedding gift. Why take a chance and ruin the wedding. 

The screen in the conference room went blank.

"That's where the tape ran out." Bruce said turning to me. "Now we know why Gina could not remember anything-even under hypnosis. On a side note it explains that unsigned envelope from the wedding with cash you and Gina always wondered about."

"That Prick raped her!" I stammered. "I will fucking KILL him!"

"Nick shut the hell up." Bruce sounded annoyed. "It is not about you anymore, it is about Gina. I got one of the best Sexual Trauma therapists in the world out in my lobby. She did pioneering work with rape victims in Rwanda and Bosnia, and was highly recommended by our SVU team here. I am going to take the kids to the amusement park for the weekend. You are going to bring this Therapist to Gina and follow her words as if they came from the burning bush-understand?"

"Yea sure Bruce-but I can't let that prick get away..."

"Nick you are not listening-it is about helping Gina --not punishing some a-hole from two decades ago. My criminal law skills are dusty-but it may be too late anyway, statute of limitations and all. Plus what young construction worker Frank said on the video was partially true, even with the tape it would be a tough sell to any jury. Hell an ASA most likely would not even prosecute the case. You really want to put Gina thru all that again?"

I had never felt so helpless or powerless in my life, but I owed it to look after Gina first. The bible said "Avenge not yourselves, Vengeance is mine; I will repay -sayeth the Lord". I just hope that when Frank gets to Hell they burn him twice.

++++++

Gina worked with the therapist Bruce had provided two and sometimes three times a week. Her emotions ranged from guilt and depression to anger and rage. I attended the sessions when asked and tried to be there for Gina. I gave her quiet support when she needed it, while also enduring her anger at other times-letting her punch herself out emotionally. While I knew on a practical level my disbelief in Gina's side of events was based on fact and science- I could understand how Gina could feel that when the chips where down I did not believe her, she felt betrayed.

Slowly but surely we were making progress. It was a lot of two steps forward one step back. However I was determined to be there for Gina and our family this time. Things were getting better. So you can imagine how pissed I was three months later to be pounding on the door of a house across town in an affluent neighborhood.

Franks wife Amber was surprised as she opened the door. She had on a pair of slacks with a demin shirt, her company logo GONE WITH THE WIND embossed over her left breast. "Nick..um hello. I am surprised to see you. Please come in, is everything alright with your son Tony?"

I stepped into her house while thrusting a sheet of papers into her hand. "No Amber everything is not all right. What the hell is this! What are you and Frank trying to pull!"

Amber read the papers, than her eyes got wide. Without even a word she turned around walking quickly into the house with me on her heels, she was calling out. "Frank where are you!"

I followed Amber around several rooms until we came into a finished back porch. A man in a bathrobe with slippers was sitting in a large recliner chair. A tray was by his side containing an empty bottle of orange juice and a glass. Tall, gaunt, pale with a balding top, I recognized the man as Frank from his photo Amber had shown me in the bakery and his likeness to the infamous video as a YMCA construction worker.

Amber threw the sheet of papers into her husband Franks lap. "What is going on Frank?"

Franks looked over the papers for a moment then looked up at me. "Ah this must my son's stepfather. You are...Nick right? Gina's cuckolded husband." Frank put down the papers in his lap. "No wait, sorry I apologize, you are not a cuckold. We all fucked my sons mother Gina before you married her, so I guess that just make you sloppy seconds husband-or if you do the math, sloppy sixths." 

Amber covered her mouth for a moment before speaking. "Frank what are you saying! How dare you.."

"Can it Amber." Frank growled, then held up the papers in his lap "And these papers? Well my dear they are the same ones you filed. I want parental rights to my first born son. I have to thank you for doing the legwork, I even used the same law firm."

Amber turned pale. "How did you find out!"

"Amber how dumb do you think I am? A miracle donor appears at the last second. Come on your playing with the big boys now. A few dollars to some hospital orderly and thirty minutes on the computer was all I needed. Although I do say I was pleasantly surprised to find out I have a heir.."

"Hold on there.." I broke in.

Frank raised a hand to cut me off then turned toward Amber. "Baby -we men have some things to discuss. Can you please leave us -excuse us-go make some coffee please."

"I will not leave." Amber stated. "This is my family.."

"Get out Bitch!" Frank face flushed red as he grabbed the empty juice bottle off the tray and cocked his arm to throw the bottle at Amber.

I took a step forward and grabbed Frank's wrist -squeezing hard. While I am not a gym rat, years of hauling heavy trays and squeezing large frosting tubes in the bakery had given me forearms like Popeye and a grip to match. Even if he had not been in a weaken condition Frank would still have lost this particular battle. He struggle for a second before relaxing his hold on the juice bottle, letting it drop into the cushion of his chair.

I squeezed Frank's wrist a little harder, watching him grimace in pain. I then leaned in to whisper into his ear. "Behave yourself, manners can be taught as well as learned." 

Amber jumped in. "It's OK Nick. You two should talk, I will go get some coffee." With that she turned and left.

I released Frank's wrist, he rubbed it with exaggerated motions. "OK now that the skirt is gone, let's us men talk."

"What the fuck do you want Frank?"

"Easy, I want my son."

"He is my son, not your son, you were just a sleazy scumbag rapist sperm donor."

"Ah Nick, now the truth comes out. You are just mad because I had to force Gina at the beginning. Hell man you saw the tape, once I made her take my dick -she LOVED it. That was just another bitch in heat, like all women are deep down. If it weren't for these damn drugs I would get a woody just thinking about fucking her again."

I was stunned by this man. "So you admit forcing Gina to have sex with you."

"Admit it? Hell yes-I am proud of it! I acted like an alpha dog should-took what I wanted. If that damn giant Amazon hadn't come in like some Valkyrie and ruined everything I would have made that bitch mine, been fucking her whenever I wanted. You would have been shit out of luck friend."

"I ain't your friend, and you're the one that is shit out of luck. This useless legal bullshit is going to get laughed out of court again."

Frank just shrugged. "In legal court maybe, but not in the court of public opinion. How do you think its going to play. "Son saves long lost Father with transplant. Evil Stepdad fights to prevent reunion". I get tears in my eyes just thinking about it."

"You are crazy."

"No Nick you are -if you think you can stop this train. I will leak parts of the tape to the media, her hospital, your church, the internet. Your wife Gina will look not only like some wanton two bit slut, but a lying slut who never even told a grieving father about his son. The whore Mother vs. the searching ill Father. Make a great Lifetime movie of the week don't you think?"

"Leave my wife out of this, compared to you she is an angel."

"Your wife an angel? Lucky man-my wife is still alive." Frank chuckled at his own joke. "Why do you think I kept that tape all these years? To relive that Alpha male moment! Say Nick-She still have that great ass?"

I just stared daggers at him.

"Son of a Bitch Nick! You never tapped that fine ass of hers! What kind of man are you?" Frank paused. "Maybe you are the one that likes to get his ass tapped. Have wifey do you with a strap on-do ya?"

"Frank sounds to me like you know a lot about a wife using a strap-on to tap an ass."

Franks face registered shock, I knew I hit a bulls eye. He was flustered for a moment. "OK Nick enough Bullshit, here is the deal. I need a son to take over for me. A man works his whole life for his family, wants to leave something to pass down. A business he built with his owns hands. I married Amber because she had a trust fund, fucked like a bunny and wanted a family. Then the damn bitch squirts out one girl and doc says the factory gotta get shut down. Some female complication thing, we spent a fortune on treatments for her-wasted money! I was getting ready to dump that Amber cunt anyway, stupid gash is dumb as a box of rocks. I had a much better younger piece of tail lined up I'd been sampling. Then this cancer thing sidetracked me. You got a son of your own blood, I need my boy to carry on my bloodline."




A Positive



"Fine Frank, then go sire a male heir of your own with your new trophy wife. Tony is mine."

"I had planned to. Fucking chemo and radiation nuked all my swimmers."

"I saw your little girl, pass it down to her."

Frank waved his hand in dismissal. "Yea she is sugar and spice and everything nice. But she is still just a gash-another future cum dump for men. I am not going to work my whole life so she can give it all to some bum husband when I croak."

"Frank get out of the 19t century. Outside the Middle East --women have been kicking ass in everyplace from boardrooms to fighter jets." 

"How politically correct Nick. Do you wear high heels with the dress when you bake your little cakes? This is not up for negotiation, I appreciate you looking over my boy these years, but now I need to teach him to be a man."

"You couldn't teach a school of fish to swim. You are not a man, just a bully and a coward. Who by the way got his ass kicked by a girl from what I saw on the tape. I heard you cry like a baby while she beat you like a sissy."

Frank shook his head in irritation. "That was no girl-that was a freak of nature. It would have been different if that too tall bitch had not ambushed me with a goddamn lamp in her hand."

"Shit Frank." I goaded him. "No lamp, with one hand tied behind her back, that too tall girl-Mary Catherine-would have wiped the floor with your ass and never even broken a sweat. And if you wouldn't have ambushed my wife Gina drunk with a bunch of other guys- she would have kicked your ass too."

Frank was getting visibly upset. "Fuck you and your wimpy ass! That boy is my son!"

I put my face so close our noses were an inch apart. In a low voice I spoke. "I swear to God -you are not getting near my son Tony."

"God!" Frank snorted. "Seems to me the Almighty is on my side in this one. First he sends me your hot wife to fuck so she can conceive before you get wed. Think about it, she fucks and sucks five guys, getting enough cum in her to knock up a sorority-yet the man upstairs allows my sperm to get thru. And now comes the real miracle-right when I am on deaths doorstep, my wife finds the tape -I hid so well, and tracks down my seed. Now against all odds, the kid is a perfect match and I get to cheat the grim reaper. God did not call me home because he wants my son, my seed, fruit of my loins and I to be together. That's got to be his plan. What else do you call it but divine intervention?

"I call it work of the Devil, combined with no good deed going unpunished. Something I intend to take care of." With that I turned and walked toward the door.

I had just reached the door with my hand on the lock, when Frank's voice taunted me from behind. "Look wimp just send me my boy. Don't go away mad-just go away!"

I flipped off the lock. "Oh I am not going anywhere Frank, but you might." I opened the door and called out. "Heard enough Gang?"

A moment later two metro police officers (One being female -how ironic) walked in the door followed by a man in a suit with a detective badge pinned to his belt. They walked right up to Frank.

"Get up" the female officer said to Frank. "And put your hands behind your back." She started to read him his rights. Next the detective read off charges of Sexual assault, sexual battery, false imprisonment and a laundry list of other offenses."

Frank was stunned as the cuffs were placed on him. "This is crap, that shit happened a million years ago. You can't get me for that now!"

The detective smirked. "While in the can you might want to look that up. You live in one of the seven states that have no statute of limitations on sexual assault you slimeball."

"Never gonna work!." Frank yelled at me. "My word -against that of your slut wife. Probably still fucking around on your candy ass every night! I got the tape to prove that she is just a tramp pegboard!"

I pulled out my recorder pen. "Guess what Frank? I got my own tape too, but we use flash now." I also displayed a small box that looked like a pack of cigarettes. "Oh this beauty belongs to Metro Police, streamed out our little conversation --both audio and video to an audience as well as a recorder drive."

Then Frank's wife Amber walked in the room. Frank looked relieved. "Thank God Amber, I'm being railroaded. Call our attorney. Get him down to the..."

There was a loud "SLAP" as Amber struck a stunned Frank across the face before a Metro PD officer pulled her away. Amber struggled to get in a second shot before settling for a verbal assault. "FUCK YOU Frank! Call your own attorney. I heard the whole conversation. How could you! What kind of monster did I marry!"

Frank slid into salesman mode. "Amber Honey, It's not like that. You must think of us, our daughter, our family, the business. What is going to happen to them? Our dream business we built together- you know "Gone with the Wind".

Amber stared Frank right in the face, and before turning to walk away she said. 

"Frankie My Dear-I don't give a Damn!"

++++++ 

Frank was fighting the charges -tape and all, until the ASA dug up a surprise witness. Mary Catherine-the avenging female giant from that day in the hotel room -who was now Sister Mary Catherine of the Sisters of Charity religious order. She was working in the slums of the Dominican Republic where even the gangs gave her respect. She was called "The CRAZY TALL ONE". Sister Mary Catherine ran a school with an attached baseball field and operated several leagues-a big hit in the baseball crazy Dominican. My wife Gina and she had a tearful reunion with a long conversation. It was a catharsis for both ladies.

With the recorded conversation, DNA and a Nun as a witness-Frank folded and was looking for a deal. However the ASA was not done, and ran Franks DNA thru the National Crime Database. Franks DNA was a match for 13 unsolved rapes, he will be a very very old man before he even has a chance at a parole hearing.

Frank got less than nothing in the divorce with his wife Amber. Turns out Amber was the real brains behind their wind turbine business "Gone with the Wind". Frank was just a smooth talking salesman. As a female owned business Amber got several set aside government contracts and she took every advantage of it, the business is expanding rapidly.

Gina and I decided not to enforce the contract that would have given us a portion of her Wind business for Franks violation. The three scholarships for our kids were all we figured God wanted us to have anyway. We could tell Amber was relieved at our decision, we asked and she sends a percentage of the profits each year to support Sister Mary Catherine's school along with a donation of baseball equipment every season.

Gina's therapy is still ongoing, but tapering off to once a month. She still snaps at me once in a while, but Gina will always come back later to apologize. It is said "Man Plans and God Laughs"-so we will take it each day and be happy we have our family back. And I do mean OUR family.