34 comments/ 103146 views/ 10 favorites CW - End of the World By: Dr_Know This is the follow on story to CW – Hello Walls. Most readers were up on arms about the way I left the hero, Alan, in a world of crap. This is the completion of that story. It has been only a few months since Alan had taken up that apartment in Seattle and the previous story "Hello Walls" occurred. Alan sat at the small corner table in the shabby, dimly lit bar. Taking a sip of his bourbon on the rocks, he almost spat it out. "Christ," he thought, "I can't even afford a decent drink, I got to buy this rot gut rail bourbon." Alan had continued to crash and burn. He was working as a junior technician in the local hospital's medical testing lab. He was qualified for a much better job, but his continuing drinking problem had cost him three such jobs in the last ten months. He was lucky to have this job at the moment, since he had reported to work late three of the last five days. His immediate supervisor was a 'Friend of Bill W.' and was working with Alan on addressing his drinking problem. But even this understanding man was about at the end of his toleration. He had told Alan that if he was late just one more in the next thirty days, he was out of another job. Alan was listening to the old fashion jukebox playing a song by Skeeter Davis. He was listening to the words and comparing his own miserable life to that of the song. Why does the sun go on shining? Why does the sea rush to shore? Don't they know it's the end of the world, 'Cause you don't love me any more? Alan was just raising his hand to take another drink when a hand came over his shoulder and grabbed his wrist. A voice said, "Put it down you dumb shit. You don't need that." Alan shot a glance over his shoulder and saw his supervisor standing there. Alan pulled his arm loose and said, "Don't bother me. I'm off duty. As long as I show up on time for work tomorrow, you have nothing to say to me." His supervisor sighed, "Alan, believe it or not I do have something to say to you. I'm a drunk just like you are. It's been three years, four months and three days since I last took a drink. I know what you are going through trying to give it up." Alan smirked, "Give it up. Hell, I don't want to give it up. Getting drunk let's me forget how badly I have been screwed over. At least it let's me forget for a while." With that he tipped the glass and drained the remaining amber liquid. He got the bartender's attention and held his glass up indicating he wanted another. His supervisor looked at the bartender and shook his head. The bartender nodded and went back to wiping glasses. Alan caught the exchange between his supervisor and the bartender and stood up, wheeled to face his supervisor and screamed, "Get out of my business. Just leave me alone!" He pushed his supervisor toward the door and then he turned to the bar and yelled, "You, bartender, damn you, make me another drink right now!" The bartender stopped wiping the glass and sat it down on the counter. He looked at Alan and growled, "Buddy, I don't have to fix you shit! You're drunk again. Pay up and get out. I don't need any trouble from you tonight." Alan was in an intoxicated fog. All he knew was these men were not allowing him to drink his memories away tonight. He was pissed about that. He stumbled to the bar and tried to grab the bartender by his shirt. That was a bad move on his part. The bartender was an ex-NFL lineman who had blown out his knee in his rookie year. He dispatched Alan with little problem and called the police. The cops who responded to the call took Alan to the station. He slept it off in the holding tank. They may have cut him a break, but he took a swing at the first blue suit he saw and they were forced to arrest him. They did cut him a small break by only arresting him for drunk and disorderly. They could have gotten him for taking a swing at a cop. His supervisor was forced to fire him for not showing up at work the next morning. One week later he had his day in court. He had been arrested for public intoxication over half a dozen times and the judge finally got fed up with his repeat offenses. He was sentenced to three months in the sheriff's rehab facility. Alan accepted the regimentation placed on him by the rehabilitation team. He never complained or caused trouble, but he also never seemed to be interested in his surroundings. He went to the group and individual sessions as ordered by the court. He just didn't participate. He had been in the center for one month as we take up the story. Alan's caseworker, Samuel Jenkins, was starring at him as he sat across the desk in one of the rehab center's private counseling rooms. "Alan, why are you being so stubborn? Just go with the flow and start actively participating in your sessions. You are a model inmate except for this stubborn attitude toward those folks trying to help you." Alan thinly smiled and replied, "Mr. Jenkins, I try to do what I am told and not be a pain in the ass to any of the guards or workers here. But I just don't have the energy or desire to participate. Granted that I'm thinking clearer now than I was when I came into this place, and I feel the steady diet of healthy food has been good for me, but, you see, I just don't give a shit about my future. After all that has happened in my life, it's a wonder I just don't end this misery." Sam Jenkins sat up sharply and looked at his charge in the eye. "Are you telling me you are contemplating suicide?" Alan thought for a second and replied, "No, no, I'm not that crazy. Yet! I'm just saying that my use of alcohol is to deaden my memories of prior events in my life. I really don't even like booze, but booze helps me forget." Sam studied Alan's face for a minute or more and then said, "Will you tell me about it? What has got you so depressed? Nothing can be that bad!" At first, Alan resisted telling Jenkins anything. After several minutes of persuasion by Jenkins Alan finally relented, "Okay, okay, I give up! You want to know, I'll tell you." With that Alan launched into his story about Aaron Walls, his ex-wife Kate, the framing of Alan by Aaron, and finally the stealing of his wife and son. Sam sat still stunned by what he had heard and thought, "How can anyone be evil enough to do such things to this man?" At first Sam refused to believe his Alan's story. Later that day after Alan had gone to his group session, Sam looked into Alan's dossier. What was there tended to support Alan's story. He had been married to a woman named Kate and they did have a son named Alex. The report also stated that Kate refused to even discuss her life with Alan other then to say she left him for cheating on her multiple times and she had the evidence to prove it. The report went on to indicate that she had remarried to a man named Aaron Walls the day the divorce from Alan became finally. Sam chewed on Alan's story and the facts he had in his file. Sam thought, "My god, if this is true and it happened to me, I probably would have done myself in! Alan may be stronger than anyone has given him credit for. Sam finally decided that a new tact might dig Alan out of his self-destructive attitude. The rehab center called the inmates, "residents". Sam reviewed all of the residents' files looking for a certain type of man. He finally found what he was looking for in one Juan Jesus Martinez. The inmates shared two-man cells at the rehab center. At night they were locked in. He was going to move Alan to a new cell Martinez, a resident kicking a bad cocaine addiction. He brought Martinez in the day before the move and discussed Alan's case with him. "Juan, look, I know you have your own monkey on your back and are working very hard to clean up your act, but I need your help. And looking at your file, you can definitely help. You were a practicing psychologist before you took up coke, right?" Juan nodded and stated, "Yeh, actually I was practicing before I went up for the two year stint on beating the shit out of my wife's lover. I lost my license with that felony. I took up coke during that stint in prison. It almost killed me this last year and I'm glad to be out detox." Sam nodded his head and then explained to Juan what Alan had stated had occurred in his life. Juan's hands turned whiter and whiter and they gripped the arms of his chair as Sam repeated Alan's story. Juan was aghast, "What a pile of shit this Walls guy is! Not to mention the low-class way the wife pissed all over this poor guy!" Sam explained what he needed from Juan. Juan nodded several times and finally stood up. "Mr. Jenkins, don't worry. Give me some time with this poor bastard. I'll get him to face his life and take control of it. I might pity this Aaron Walls character when we get this guy's head screwed on straight!" One month later – True to his word, Juan succeeded beyond his wildest dreams to rehab Alan's mental state. Over the first month, he had gotten Alan to talk about his life. Alan had finally told him the whole story about Walls and Kate and his being framed. Juan told Alan his whole story about finding out about his wife fucking Juan's cousin's husband and how they had tried to screw him out of his money and property. He talked about how it took him several years but he had gotten revenge on the two adulterers by using some highly prized resources he had become friends with during his stint in prison. He and Alan actually began to work on several revenge scenarios for Mr. Aaron Walls. As Alan became more and more involved with Juan in planning for dealing with Aaron Walls, he became more involved in the day-to-day activities of the center. Alan was now not only participating in his rehab sessions; he was becoming a leader in making the sessions as productive as possible for everyone. The reports from the center staff to Sam Jenkins became glowing and highly supportive of Alan's attitude in improving himself. It was obvious to everyone that Alan was no longer willing to hide in a bottle of alcohol. One day Sam Jenkins announced to Alan, "you are to be released from the center next Monday. You have made remarkable improvement in your outlook on life. Do you think you are ready to leave?" Alan pondered the question for several seconds and replied, "Yes, I am. I feel more like a whole man now than I have in many dark months. I can face my past without hiding away in a bottle. I am looking ahead to resolving the domestic issues remaining in my life and making a new start." Sam Jenkins stood up and stuck out his hand to Alan, "Best of luck to you. And we hope we never see you around here again!" Alan shook his hand and returned to his cell. Juan was reading a magazine when Alan returned. Juan raised his eyebrows in question and Alan laughed. "Monday. I'm out of here." Juan jumped up and shook Alan's hand. "That's great. Now let's start getting your travel pack ready." The 'travel pack' was a small knapsack containing almost a ream of paper outlining different ways to get back at Mr. Aaron Walls. Some other papers pertained to Alan's ex-wife, Kate and son, Alex. Juan and Alan had worked out scenarios to win back Kate and recover his son. Other scenarios involved making her pay dearly for her lack of trust and failing to even talk to Alan about his supposed cheating. In all cases, except one, Alan would end up with his son back. Monday morning came and Juan stood in front of Alan with his hand on Alan's shoulder. "Via con dios, my friend. You are now a fully restored man. Go do what you have to. Make your decisions on which of our plans to use as your heart guides you at the moment. Alan nodded his head and said, "Yes, I will take that advice. But right now I have to get a good paying job to make the money I need for doing any of these plans. I've apologized to my old supervisor and he has hired me back at the hospital lab. He says if I keep my nose clean, he can offer me a supervisor position in about six months." With that Juan and Alan parted company. Alan was released on probation and went back to work at the hospital lab. For the next few months he was diligent and applied himself to reviving his career. One day he received a call from Juan. "Juan, how are you my dear friend?" Alan asked when heard Juan's voice on the phone. "Alright my good friend. And you?" Juan replied. "Doing well. I am in line for that promotion. I hope to have enough money together to implement one of our plans in a few more months." "Alan, I have done something awful. I started using again and got caught up in a dug deal that went very bad. I, I… I killed a man. I am being held at the county jail on remand." Juan stuttered out. Alan was shocked and tried to soothe Juan's emotions. "Look Juan, why don't I come and visit you and let's talk. What time is your visiting hours?" Juan told him and the next day Alan went to visit his now best friend. They sat at a table in the visitor's area. They spoke at length about Juan's legal problems and Juan admitted that he deserved a long sentence for what he had done. They also spoke about Alan's problems and Juan said hoped he had truly helped Alan revive his life. Alan smiled broadly and said, "My good friend, if it wasn't for you, I would probably have been dead by now. Thank you for your help." Juan reached in his pocket, pulled out a small black book and slid it on the table to Alan, "Take this, my friend. It contains the names, numbers and email addresses of all of the 'resources' I've told you about over our time in rehab. And then when you need to, use what you find on page 22. What you find on page 22 is for you to use to do battle with this Walls guy. It comes to you with no strings attached for I will not need it, nor be able to use it. Just make sure you get that cocksucker Walls good. As I say, I will not need what is contained on page 22." They talked a few more minutes and Alan left to go to work. Alan had asked to pull a double shift to try to make a little extra cash. For the next sixteen hours he labored over beakers, glass slides, and Bunsen burners performing the lab tests that had been ordered by the various doctors. When he got home, he was dead tired and, still in his clothes, he fell in bed and was immediately asleep. He awoke in the morning and put on coffee. He showered, dressed, and sat down to view the morning local news on TV while drinking his first coffee of the day. The reporter was droning on and on about the current drought in the area. Alan was not paying to much attention to the newscast. Suddenly a man's voice broke into the telecast, "Ladies and gentlemen, we break in to report this breaking news story." Alan looked up at the TV and saw a picture of his friend, Juan Martinez, being displayed. The newscaster's voice continued, "This morning at about 6 A.M., Juan Martinez, a county jail prisoner awaiting trial on murder charges, attempted to escape from detention. He was shot and killed before he could reach the street outside of the jail. More details will follow as they unfold." And the TV returned to the draught discussion still being held. Alan turned off the TV and set down at his small kitchen table stunned at the news. He glanced at his watch and saw he had to hurry to make it to work. He grabbed his coat and left. He pulled another double shift and fell in bed again. The next day he read all of the local papers about the attempted escape and the funeral arrangements, and then he went to work again. He asked his supervisor for two hours off to attend Juan's funeral the next day. His supervisor knew about Juan's positive influence on Alan's turn around from alcohol and immediately agreed. "Heck Alan, you've been busting your butt the last few weeks with all of these double shifts, your work is perfect and the hospital staff is happy with you. You've turned things around and I know Juan was a big part of it, so take the whole afternoon off and properly honor your departed friend." Alan did indeed attend the funeral. There were several of Juan's relatives present but Alan decided not to impose on them. He would mourn his friend by himself. After the funeral he returned home and decided to straighten up his apartment a little. He moved some mail and found the black book that Juan had given him. He had forgotten all about it until now. He sat down and opened the book. In Juan's bold hand was the names and contact information for all of Juan's so called 'resources'. He had even indexed the names as to what their specialty areas were. Leafing through the book he came to page 22. It contained the name and address of a lawyer not far from the hospital. It also contained three lines of instructions and passwords to be given by Alan to the lawyer. At the top and bottom of the page it simply said, Revenge Funds. Alan called the number of the lawyer and gave the receptionist his name and the pass phrase Juan had instructed him to use. Within 30 seconds, a deep voice answered, "Mr. Alan Sizemore? What is your password?" Alan opened the book and found the entry, "Eh, it's 'revenge'." "That is correct. When can you meet me at the First National Bank on Spruce Street?" The deep voice asked. "Well, I have off this afternoon. But I realize you're probably very busy and …" Alan started to say. "The bank closes at 4:30. Meet me there at 4. I will stand next to the front door. Is that satisfactory?" The voice said. "Eh, sure, okay, 4 o'clock. Do I need to bring..." Alan was asking when the line went dead. Alan, put the small black book in his pocket and noting the time, began walking toward the bank. It was only ten blocks a day and the weather was nice. He arrived at the bank at ten of four. He was unsure what to do until four. He saw a Lincoln Town Car pull in the parking lot. A large well dressed man got out and walked briskly toward the front door. He looked at his watch and slowed his walk up to and through the door. Alan saw him take up a position just inside the door. This must be his man. Alan entered and walked to the man and said, "Hi, I'm Alan Sizemore, you said to meet you here…" The man interrupted and asked, "Pass phrase, please." Alan was somewhat confused but then remembered that the book had multiple lines of instructions. He pulled the book out and found the next entry, "The pass phrase is 'dead meat', right?" "Yes, come on." The man turned and walked toward the safety deposit boxes area. He presented a key and id to the girl at the desk. She had him sign a card and said, "Follow me, please." The big guy waved to Alan to take a seat in one of the small rooms in the safety deposit box area. The man sat his briefcase down next to Alan and than he and the girl disappeared into the vault. About one minute later, the man returned carrying a steel deposit box. He sat it down on the counter next to Alan and said, "What is in here is yours. It is yours as a gift from Juan. Juan was my brother. I'm doing what Juan asked me to do." He opened his briefcase and removed a folded up large brown paper grocery bag. "Here's a bag. Take whatever is in the case. Leave nothing here. I will turn the box in when you leave." With that the man exited the room and sat down in a chair to wait for Alan to finish his business. Alan slowly opened the box. He gasped. There in front of him was row after row of bundles of hundred-dollar bills. On top of the money was a handwritten note. He opened the note and immediately knew it was Juan's handwriting. The note read: Dear Alan, I guess I am dead by now. I can't live with what I did when I killed that man. I will end this guilt I have. I want you to take the three hundred thousand dollars in the box and use it to get the justice you so richly deserve. No one knows about this money except my brother and now you. CW - End of the World I am doing this to atone for my other immoral act. I did to someone else what Aaron Walls did to you. He eventually shot himself, and the woman that I so wanted to have for my own ended up cheating on me. The child from their marriage has turned to drugs and no longer speaks to me. In order to meet my God, I have done what I could to atone for my evil deeds and the destruction of the other man's family that I perpetrated. I helped you plan out over a hundred variations on revenge and forgiveness scenarios. I have now given you the money to enable you to select any of those scenarios. Decide wisely what you wish to do. I hope you can completely repair the damage done by Walls to you and your family. Whatever else, remember that I am sorry for doing what I did to that other man and his family. May God forgive me of my sins. Juan Alan sat in shock for several minutes. Juan, his dear friend, was another Aaron Walls? No! Juan obviously had character and was sorry for his acts. Aaron Walls is another matter all together. Alan moved the bundles of money to the brown bag. He opened to door to the room and Juan's brother stood up and moved to take the empty box. He asked, "Do you want me to drop you at your place? You probably shouldn't be walking around with that kind of stuff in the bag." Alan nodded and waited for the man to turn in the box. He dropped Alan at his apartment and drove off. Alan went inside and began plotting his revenge in earnest. One Year Later – Alan arrived at the BWI airport and rode the shuttle bus to pick up his rental car. He had reserved a suite at the Holiday Inn in Gaithersburg. He really did not need a suite, but he needed the space for his war room activities. This was to be his command center as he sought his personal justice for Aaron and Kate's actions. When he got to the hotel, he unpacked and then took several folders from his laptop-carrying bag. These folders contained up to date information on Aaron Walls' business activities, the Walls' marriage, and Alex the son. Alan read through the first folder and thought, "It appears that Walls applies the same level of morals to his lawyering activities as he does to screwing his friends." A team of investigators had uncovered over twenty business activities that appeared to be criminal in nature. A little money in the right hands had opened the files of the law office to these investigators after hours for almost two weeks. Thousands of photos and duplication of audiotapes, videotapes, and PC disk files had been obtained in those two weeks. This folder had cost Alan almost $20,000 but it was sell worth it. He picked up the second folder and perused its contents. Alan sighed as he closed the folder and thought, "It appears that Kate has taken to double penetration just as Aaron boasted he would get her to do. It also appears she has been doing some extra DP practice that poor old Aaron is unaware of. Seems she has taken up with Luke and one of his Asian buddies every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon. Yes, apparently Luke did arrive in the States and did take Aaron up on his offer about Kate." This folder had cost Alan a little over $7,000 and he was actually sad to find out about Kate's current life. The next folder was about Alan's son Alex. After reading it, Alan felt nothing but pride. It showed an industrious, hard-working, smart young man making good grades in school. The investigators had been unable to find any evidence of drugs usage or sexual activity on the kid's part up to this time. The investigator had managed to obtain a DNA sample from a soda can that Alex had drank and thrown away. This was tested against Alan's DNA and found that there was a 99.997% chance that Alex was Alan's son. This file only cost $5,000 to create, but it was worth millions to Alan to know his son was his son and a wonderful boy. Alan said to himself, "But with a slut mother and criminal father, how long can the poor kid remain clean?" There were two more folders in the stack. Alan picked each up in turn and read the contents over even though he had seen these two months earlier. These two folders had cost $40,000 to create. But they were worth it. Their contents would give Alan the piece of mind he knew he needed to get closure to the evils done to him. Alan leaned back in the chair and smiled. "Now my Juan my dear friend, watch your aid and gift in action!" At nine o'clock the next morning Alan was standing in front of a judge in the Rockville Court House. The judge had reviewed the contents of the two folders Alan had provided him six weeks ago and was ready to rule. Alan held his breath as the judge gave down his decision. It went exactly how Alan's battery of attorneys had predicted when they had reviewed the contents of the two folders. The two folders contents had also been sent to the local police at the same time they were sent to the judge. Alan's attorneys and investigators had worked with the police on the ramifications of the contents of these folders and they would be ready to move tomorrow morning at ten o'clock. Alan went back to his room and slept well that night. The next morning, Alan drove up to the offices of Mr. Aaron Walls, Esquire at exactly sixteen minute to ten. Outside the building he met up with his lead attorney who shook hands and patted his briefcase. As they walked toward the building, another man walked up to Alan and handing him some keys said, "Black Lexus, Virginia plates." The man walked away. Alan and his attorney continued to the door. They entered the front door and announced himself to the receptionist as Mr. Harbinger. He had an appointment with Mr. Walls at quarter to ten. Exactly one minute later, the receptionist showed Alan and his attorney into Aaron's large office. Aaron was completing a file on his desk and didn't look up. He simply said, "I'll be with you in a moment Mr. Harbinger." Alan sat down on the couch across from Aaron's desk. Aaron completed his file notations and raised his head with a smile and started, "What can I do… YOU! What the hell are you doing here, asshole? Leave my office before I call the cops!" Aaron was rising from his chair and looking really pissed off. Aaron was about three inches taller and thirty pounds heaver than Alan. He almost gloated as he prepared to beat the shit out of Alan. Alan glanced at his watch and very forcefully said, "You really don't have time to beat my ass, shit head. If you want to save your lousy ass from prison, you better listen to my attorney. So sit down and shut up!" Aaron was unsure about what his next move should be. He finally decided to hear what Alan and his lawyer had to say. "Hell," he thought chuckling to himself, "If I don't like what Alan the asshole has to say, I will still beat his ass. With our without his lawyer here." Alan thinly smiled and said, "It has taken me several years to get to this moment. I hit rock bottom as a drunk and bum after you tore my life away from me. Did you notice the name I booked our appointment under? Harbinger. That is symbolic because it means I am the harbinger of your demise. Within the hour your world will collapse just as mine did two years ago. And I will laugh at your complete collapse!" Alan's attorney stood up and tossed a folder onto Aaron Walls' desk and continued, "Take a look at this information. It shows each and every criminal activity you have been part of over the last two years. You've been a very bad boy in certain federal government contract dealings, haven't you? This information has been sent to the FBI and the Maryland Bar Association. So shortly you will be up on Federal charges as well as disbarment proceedings." "Live long and prosper, asshole." Alan interjected and laughed. Aaron had a buzzing noise in his ears and blood seemed to be rushing to his head. He still vaguely heard Alan's lawyer continuing, "Here is another folder, shit for brains. This one is depositions and affidavits from a Ms. Marlene Mitchell of Toronto Canada. They state that a Mr. Aaron Walls paid her to attempt to seduce a Mr. Alan Sizemore while Mr. Sizemore was on business in Canada. The testimony also states that absolutely nothing of a sexual nature occurred between said parties during the events of that evening." Throwing one more folder on Walls' desk, Alan's attorney went one, "An last but not least, here is a deposition and affidavit from a Mr. Luke Billings, recently of Singapore. It states that Mr. Billings was paid by Mr. Aaron Walls to drug Mr. Alan Sizemore and place him in certain compromising positions and then take digital pictures to email to Mr. Walls to be shown to Mr. Sizemore's wife in an attempt to break up his marriage. It is further described that Mr. Walls planned to make the then Mrs. Kate Sizemore into his own wife and turn her into a whore for his friends." Alan's lawyer now summed things up to a totally shocked and overwhelmed Aaron Walls. "We have presented these testimonies to the local police and courts. The agreement is that you will charged with the following criminal and civil activities: 1)Slander of the good name of Mr. Alan Sizemore, 2)Violation of the Ricco Act in performance of a criminal enterprise, 3)Alienation of Affection of Mr. Sizemore's spouse, 4)Kidnapping of Mr. Sizemore, 5)Forcing non-prescribed controlled drugs into Mr. Sizemore, 6)Robbery of Mr. Sizemore's personal property, 7)Performing criminal activities leading to prostitution of your wife, 8)And about fifteen other counts. The police will be here shortly to arrest you for your criminal actions against Mr. Sizemore and your wife. That concludes my business with you. Good day!" With that Alan's attorney left the room. Aaron rose unsteadily to his feet and holding on to the desk said, "You got me good. I'll never dig myself out will I?" Alan smiled and shook his head, "Nope butt head, you're toast. I tell you what though, you got six minutes before the cops are supposed to be here to arrest you, tell you what, here is the keys to my car." Alan tossed the keys on Aaron's desk. "Take it and run." Aaron looked at Alan and said, "What? Why the hell would help me get away?" Alan laughed and replied, "Because I want you to have to live like I have the last few years, in poverty and loveless. Prison would be too good for you." Aaron thought for a moment and said, "Yes, I can see that, it is exactly what I would do. Touché, Alan!" H picked up the keys. "Which car is it?" Alan replied, "The black Lexus with Virginia plates." Aaron walked to the door and turned. This isn't over yet ass hole. I'll get even someday." He turned and left. Alan sat in the edge of the desk and said aloud, "I know. It will never be over until it is over." Alan walked out and got in his car and drove to the home of Mr. And Mrs. Aaron Walls. It was Thursday and this afternoon Kate would leave for her fuck session with Luke and his Asian friend. So Alan had to get there before she left. He rang the doorbell twice. The door finally opened and there in front of him was his wife. Kate looked stunning. She was obviously getting ready to leave for her DP practice. She was dressed in a short mini-skirt and was wearing no stockings under her 'fuck me' stiletto shoes. Her blouse was a gossamer fabric that showed her finely formed braless breasts with those large proud nipples. She said, "Yes, what can I do…. My God! It's you! What the hell are you doing here! I never want to see you again you damned cheater!" She tried to slam the door but Alan stuck his foot in and yelled over her voice, "I've got proof I never cheated on you! Undeniable proof! You never let me try to defend myself. You just threw me away." She stopped yelling and stared at him. Alan said, "At least be compassionate enough to let me show you my evidence. Please? Please" Kate sighed and opened the door, "I don't know what kind of evidence you could have that could ever convince me. Remember I saw the pictures of what you did in Singapore! I got pictures of you and that woman in Toronto! So what do you have that is so impressive that it will change my mind?" Alan pulled out the same folders of affidavits and depositions from the woman in Toronto and Luke. She paled as she read the material on Toronto. She started crying a she read what Aaron had said to Luke about getting her to let them double-team her. She began sobbing as she read the proof of Alan's innocence in Singapore. She fell to the floor on her knees and cried, "Oh Alan, how could I be so stupid? I took Aaron's word for your cheating and he had those awful pictures." Alan said, "Why couldn't you at least talk to me about Toronto? We could have worked it out. I would have found this woman then just like I did now. Why wouldn't you let me in?" "I don't know, I was crushed that you were a cheat. I hated you, even as I still loved you. I was hoping that your guilt would make your tell me you had cheated, but you never did. After a couple of weeks, I knew you never would." Alan stated, "And that was the first time you went to Aaron and let him fuck you, right" Kate looked up sharply and said, "How did you know? Oh hell, yes, that was the first time. I figured if you could screw around I could too." "I had pretty much gotten over the whole mess after I screwed Aaron. You didn't seem to cheat any more so figured we were even and let things go. Until…." Kate sobbed. Alan finished the sentence for her, "Until Aaron showed you an email I supposedly sent to this guy Luke about setting up an Asian gangbang?" "Yes, I knew then you were still cheating on me. Remember I tried to get you to confess when asked you if you had something to tell me?" Kate sobbed. "I didn't have a clue what you were talking about, Kate." Alan snorted. "I know that now. But then I was really just done with you." Kate continued. "I had already started making love with Aaron several days before you left for Singapore. In fact we made love all night the night before you left. My pussy was sore for a week after your left." Alan glared, "So it was making love and not fucking, eh? You had already thrown me away before I ever left for Singapore!" Kate cringed, "Yes, I guess I had. I'm so sorry." Alan sighed and looked away from his ex-wife, "The police are arresting Aaron today for crimes associated with this lie he perpetrated on us and also for some criminal acts at his business. The FBI is also going to get a piece of him." Kate gasped, "Alan, how could you be so vengeful? I know he did bad things to you and us but he really is a nice guy." Alan snorted again, "A nice guy? Does a nice guy promise his buddy in Singapore that he will get his wife's morals crushed enough so she will double team them when he comes to the States? Does a nice man let a good friend become an alcoholic and a bum? Does a nice man steal someone else's family? Give me a damn break here. Get you head out of your ass sweetheart. Your nice man is a lying, lower than worm shit, shit wipe." Alan was panting, "Enough is enough. I have to get this charade over with." "Kate, I don't want to hold you up from going to your fuck session with your two Singapore friends. Kate's eyes opened wider. So just listen. I want to hear you say, "Alan, I know you are innocent and I am so sorry. Will you be my husband again?" Now can you say that Kate?" Kate thought for a few seconds and repeated what Alan had said. She held our her arms to Alan and smiled, "Alan, I know you are innocent and I am so sorry. Will you be my husband again?" And she reached for him. Alan jumped back and sneered, "Be your husband again. Not on a damn bet. You're history. After your latest fuck sessions with the Singapore twins, I wouldn't fuck you with Aaron's dick and certainly not mine." Kate fell back as if she had been physically slapped. Just then, the phone began ringing. Kate paid no attention to it, Alan walked over and picked it up and said, "Walls residence." He listened for a few seconds and said to Kate, "It's for you." Kate took the phone and said hello. As she listened to the person at the other end of the line, her eyes got bigger and bigger, and her face got paler and paler, and then she finally fainted and fell to the floor. Alan retrieved the phone and said, "I believe Mrs. Walls understands your message. Thank you." He hung the phone up. He poured a glass of water and walked over to Kate. He stood over her and simply poured the water over her face. She sputtered awake. She sat up and sobbed, "That was the police. Aaron tried to make a run for it in a stolen car. He slammed into a bridge abutment on I-270 going about a hundred miles an hour. They said it appeared there was something wrong with the brakes. He died instantly. What is going to happen to me now? He's dead, you're innocent and don't want me." Alan just smiled and started walking to the door. "Well Kate, first thing is I never heard you say anything about what was going to happen to little Alex in this whole thing. You don't seem to be too concerned about your son. But I am taking care of that. I'll explain in a second. But first, who is going to take care of you? Maybe you can convince old Luke to take you back to Singapore and put you to work at that whorehouse he took me to. Or maybe you can just rot in hell. Frankly my ex-wife, I don't give a damn." Alan looked sadly at Kate and continued, "Oh, I did think to send the videos to your folks. I think they will find it amusing to see their goody two shoes daughter cheating on her husband. Oh yes, one last thing, your husband's life insurance will not be paid because he was killed in commission of a resisting arrest crime. The government is seizing his 401K and other investments until such time as the federal criminal actions are resolved. That could take years." Kate sobbed and twisted her hands together. Alan finished his visit with, "Now about Alex. My attorneys took all of the proof I showed you, plus the video proof and calendar dates of your own infidelities and sexual games to the judge. We also took the arrest information for your beloved late husband to him. The judge believes that Alex is better served by living with me until we can sort out new custodial arrangements. Here is a court order to that effect. I have hired a nanny who will be picking him up along with a social services agent at the school in about twenty minutes. With luck and some smart lawyering from my stable of attorneys, this morning when you said good-bye at his school s the last time you will ever see him." "So good luck Kate. You can live like I have for the passed few years. Maybe I'll relent and take you back after you have served your penance. I think four years will suffice. So be very good for four years and live as a pauper and all alone as I had to. Alan walked out and closed the door on Kate. As he walked toward the rental car, he looked back on the day and saw that it was good. He could now go home and see his son and get to know him again. All is right with the world and Alan began to whistle the tune: I wake up in the morning and I wonder, Why everything's the same as it was. I can't understand. No, I can't understand, How life goes on the way it does.