70 comments/ 96540 views/ 29 favorites Devil's Dandruff By: MrRobbur This story is only fiction. All characters are made up and are also not real, though this story is all too real sometimes for some. Thanks to my mystery fact checker for all the editing help. No words were hurt in the writing of this story. Practice safe sex and enjoy! If I had known what I was dealing with concerning my wife Cathy, I would have been more attentive and maybe, just maybe things would have been different. It all started when Cathy told me of a new girl where she works. My wife is a beautiful brunette with a great ass and tits. She really is hot and I always wondered how I got so lucky. Well she works for an insurance company and has a small office cubical with another girl. That girl was transferred to another state and Cathy got a new roommate. Emily or 'Emma' as she liked to be called hit it right off with my wife. They started to go out after work once a week and a couple times she came home pretty hammered. I was afraid of her driving in her condition. She would be a chatterbox when she returned after each of these outings and wouldn't shut up until bed time. Then we would have a big make out session and we would then have great sex sometimes two or three times in one night. That is pretty good for me because I am not the young stud I used to be. I questioned Cathy about going out with Emma and drinking. She said for me not to worry. "Emma is married to Rod and he is very nice. They are a great couple. I even asked them over for dinner on Sunday if you don't mind?" she told me to my surprise. Sunday we were supposed to go to a charity walk -run in the early afternoon. "Don't worry Bobby, we will be back in plenty of time and I plan on making everything Sunday morning and have it all ready." she never really got around to the subject of her being drunk and driving home. I knew I would be tired after the walk run (weatherman said low 90's and hot sun). "Ok, but I was also hoping for some alone time Sunday night. You know that is our night Cathy?" I said with a wink. We always made Sunday night our make out night. I was tired after the walk that Sunday but was ready for our dinner guests. I greeted them at the door after the bell rang. I found them younger then Cathy and myself, maybe early 30's if that. I think Emma was younger than Rod. He shook my hand but I got the weirdest vibe from him. He had a smirk on his face like he was in on an inside joke and I wasn't. Call it intuition or just a good read of a person but I hated him as much as I liked Emma. She was sweet and very quiet. Rod did most of the talking. After a great dinner we decided to have desert but Cathy said she forgot to get the ice cream for the chocolate sauce she made. I was sent to the store to immediately find some frozen delights while Rod and Emma were entertained by Cathy. I returned about 30 minutes later and they were all in a very animated discussion about some movie. Emma must have opened up and felt more comfortable because she was talking a mile a minute. Rod was the polar opposite and would only use a word or two to answer a question. Cathy and Emma were the life of the party. I was thinking the wine must have kicked in because you couldn't shut them both up. Rod just looked bored and distracted. Finally we said goodnight to them both and Cathy asked me what I thought of them as soon as the door was closed. It reminded me of a girl asking her parents if they liked her new boyfriend. "Emma seems very nice but Rod gave me a weird feeling. I can't put my finger on it. Like he knows something I don't and is to smug to tell me." I told my wife. Cathy looked worried a few seconds and said "Rod is just kind of funny that way but Emma is great!" She wanted me to like them because Cathy wanted them to come over sometime in the near future. I was just glad to have them out of the house for our Sunday make out session. That night didn't disappoint me and I was exhausted by the time 1:00am rolled around. I had cum four times and I think that was a record for me. It could have been five but the last time nothing came out so I didn't count it. I was walking funny on Monday though. Things went on about the same until a few events started to get me worried. The utility company called and said they wanted to shut off service for non-payment. Cathy paid the day to day bills and I even remember transferring the money to our joint account to pay for it. I jumped on the computer and looked at our online banking statement. Sure enough she withdrew the amount but never paid the bill. We even have on line bill pay so all she had to do was transfer the money. I paid the bill from another account and made a note to ask Cathy what happened. I then looked at our statements again and noticed $100 here and $200 there coming out of the account. There were no deposits just withdrawals. Cathy's direct deposit account from work was down to $10. "Holy shit, what is she spending the money on for the last 6 or 7 weeks?" I asked myself. I decided to hold off asking her and do some snooping around before I confronted her. Later that week Cathy came home drunk again and she seemed especially out of it. She told me to warm up my engines and get ready for a wild night. I didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth but I felt like I was taking advantage of a drunk instead of getting ready to make love to my wife. She was wet and ready to go before I even made it to the bedroom. She got down on her knees, yanked my pants down and started to suck my cock like she never did it before. It was almost mind blowing (no pun intended). I just stood there looking down on my wife as she polished my knob with her mouth. I love the view of me looking down on Cathy as she sucks me off. My climax suddenly hit me. I instinctively grabbed her hair and thrust my cock to the back of her throat. Normally she doesn't like to swallow my cum. She acted like it was expected and sucked down my entire load without spilling a drop. She licked me clean, also a first and looked up at me like a slut I never saw before. The face was someone other than my wife. It kind of scared me. We moved to the bed, then she pushed me down on my back and she started to suck me back to life again. As soon as I was hard she got down on her hands and knees telling me to fuck her "good and hard!" I lined up and started to do my husbandly duty from behind. I loved this part of my job. We were really getting into it when she threw me into a tail spin by the next thing she said. "Fuck me in the ass just like I like it! Do it really hard! You know how I love it, cum in my ass!" Cathy said in a frenzied voice. It was almost an order. I had never heard her talk to me this way. It was very strange to hear my wife order me around in bed like she was some slut needing sexual relief. I stopped in mid-stroke still inside her pussy and just had to think. We had NEVER had anal sex in the entire time I had known her. It was something she said she didn't want to do so I never brought it back up. Just in case I tried to think back as far back as I could remember, even our dating period. No, I was an anal virgin and I thought she was also. My sudden stop made her push hard back against me and I just knelt there not pushing at all. "Come on I need it really bad. Give it to me NOW!!!" she screamed at me trying to fuck with me not cooperating, almost using me as a dildo. "Oh screw it then, just fuck my pussy would you? I need it bad." She sounded like a junkie getting a sex fix. I finished her off in her pussy. There was no way I could stop with her pushing against my hard cock. I climaxed again and let all my cum drain inside her as my thoughts jumped around in my head. Cathy came very hard just before I did and she fell asleep right after our bedroom exercises stopped. I just knelt there, for how long I don't know, looking at my passed out wife. The command to do her ass was still in my ears and it was now also in my mind. I was really starting to get worried. I heard about cheating partners who introduce some new sex position, not thinking of who they are with, while they are actually with their normal partner. Anal sex was totally out of character for her and our sex life. I knew deep down she had recently let someone fuck her in the ass. I thought the drinks after work had a big part in it. I found out it wasn't the only thing causing me problems. The next day I had to kick Cathy out of bed so she could get to work on time. I usually left just before her but she wasn't even up yet. She said something about being sore and tired. I said to her "Stop drinking like a fish with Emma and come home on time instead. You won't be hung over and I'll know you are safe at home instead of driving drunk!" With that parting note (with no kindness in my voice) I left for work. I didn't mention her sexual exploits of last night. I needed time to think. My wife just grunted at me as I walked out the door. I got a call about two hours later from Cathy. "Bobby I am really sorry for last night. I drank too much and need to take a break. I am not sure what I said last night but I vaguely remember you taking care of me." She said this with a smile in her voice. "I will make it up to you tonight with some special love making. Are you interested my lover?" she added afterwards with a sultry voice. This sounded like the Cathy I always knew, not the slut that crawled home last night. "I would love that but no drinking with Emma and come right home. I think we need to talk about a few things." I told her a stern voice. "Ok Bobby that would be great. I will be home by 6:00pm and ready to go, if you know what I mean." she added in a sexy parting tone. I tried to concentrate on work all day but it was a lost cause. I decide just before my work day ended that I would surprise Cathy at her workplace. Maybe take her out and have a nice dinner. I really needed to talk to her. All the crap about unpaid bills and anal sex would not leave my mind. I kept picturing her taking it up the ass from one of her workplace associates or just another drunk from the bar. As I pulled up to her building I saw her leaving with Emma and Rod. They were getting in their car and taking off when I pulled up. They never saw me but Cathy left her car in the parking lot at work. She was still supposed to be at work until 5:30pm. It was just a little after 4:00pm when they were leaving. I also noticed something else funny. Emma was driving the car but Cathy and Rod got in the back seat together. I followed them not wanting to be seen. They were in no hurry and were making for the large public park near our house. Emma pulled over and shut off the car. The parking lot was at the base of a hill so I parked by the entrance and walked up to the hill overlooking Emma's car. Emma turned around and was looking towards the back seat. I saw her duck her head down for a few minutes and then raise it back up. She was rubbing her nose like someone who just did a line of cocaine. I had seen it in college but never liked the stuff. Then Emma left to go to the public restroom by the parking lot. Rod and Cathy never left the back seat. I made my way down the hill trying to keep out of sight and I got my first real shock in my marriage. Cathy was sucking Rod's cock like she was a kid with candy. I watched as Rod pulled her up by the hair after a few minutes (roughly by the way) and made her sit on his cock. She lifted up her dress and got on top of his cock looking out the front window. She was riding him reverse cowgirl style. The window was open half way and I could hear them fucking and breathing heavy. "That's it my slut, let me fuck that sweet ass of yours. If you do me real good I'll give you another 8 ball for later when your dick of a husband isn't around. You can get high and then fuck his worthless brains out." Rod was bragging to her. If I had a gun Rod would have been dead right then. I was about 30 feet away and behind a tree. I was crushed inside but I didn't lose my wits altogether. I pulled out my cell phone and put it on picture mode. Using the tree to steady my shot I zoomed in all the way and got some shots of Cathy riding Rod's cock. Rod was sitting in the passenger back seat side and I was also outside looking on the same side as he yelled for Cathy to get off. "Now is the time to earn your treat my beautiful slut. Suck my cock and swallow it all. If you do we can do some more lines afterwards." Her face had a huge smile as she lowered her mouth to his cock. The cock that was just fucking her ass! I watched while still taking pictures as Rod grabbed her hair all of a sudden and started to power fuck her mouth. You could see him lift up off the seat and there was no mistake of who was there and what was going on in the cell phone pictures. I had a tough time taking anymore pictures as I was crying and couldn't see well for the moment. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Emma return. She got in the back seat on the other side of my wife. Cathy was just wiping off her lips when she saw Emma get in the car. They both did something I was even more shocked at. Emma and Cathy started to swap Rod's cum from one mouth and then back again. You could hear Rod saying "I love it when you to swap my cum. Now eat her out Cathy and Emma you can suck me back to life." Rod ordered at them both. To my surprise my wife made some room between Emma's legs and started to go down on her pussy. "That's it Cathy, make my pussy feel real good, just like you always do. Come here Rod and let me suck on that wonderful cock of yours." Emma said while directing the action. I took a few more pictures and called it a day. I needed to leave and go somewhere to think quietly. All the things I heard and seen were floating around in my head and I needed to get some perspective on it all. I went home right after that. As I walked in the house I noticed something I didn't before. The house was becoming a mess. I would help Cathy with chores, did the dishes and vacuumed. I came from a big family and everyone was expected to help. No male superiority shit here. Just get the job done. Cathy was not getting the job done though. The house also smelled like old garbage. I started to clean just to do something and soon I was immersed in cleaning and let my mind think about my situation. I knew what needed to be done but didn't know how to do it. I never knew Cathy did drugs. She even hated when I smoked a little pot back in the early days after college so I quit for her sake and never touched it again. I still never remember her even mentioning drugs but she always spoke out against them if a news segment came on TV out about a suspected drug dealer in the area. After about 30 minutes I looked around and the house was clean and all the smelly trash taken out. I opened all the windows and doors and aired out the place. I then went to the speed dial on our home phone and called her parents. I didn't know what to say but wanted Cathy's mother's opinion. She answered on the third ring. "Barbara this is Bobby, do you a have a second to talk? I need your advice on something but first I need to ask you a question." I started the conversation with her. "You know for you Bobby, anything! What do you need help with honey and what is your question?" She countered back to me. "Did Cathy ever have a problem with drugs?" I asked her point blank. She didn't answer and I thought the line went dead before I heard her voice almost with tears in it saying "Why do you ask Bobby?" "Not fair, I asked you first and I want an honest answer too!" I insisted. "Yes, back in her college days she had a problem with cocaine. We made her enter a rehabilitation clinic during her senior year out of state and she got clean. You met each other about 9 months after she got out. She went back and finished college here in town and then met you. You were a God send and she really changed her life around thanks to treatment and your love. We never brought it up because Tom and I felt it was all in the past and why bring up old skeletons out of the closet when they should stay there. You were level headed and just the thing she needed." Barbara told me of her feelings and of Cathy's past. "Well she is doing drugs and I think we are going to separate if not just plain get a divorce. I caught her doing drugs and having sex with another couple to get them. I want you two to meet me here at 6:30pm tonight and see if we can put this right. From what I just witnessed she is losing all the love I have for her. I really don't want that. Beside I may lose my temper and regret something I might do." I confessed to her mom. "Ok, Tom and I will be there at 6:30pm and help you sort this out. Bobby just remember this, the drugs are doing the thinking not her." Barb said to me. "She is a big girl Barbara and knew quite well what she was doing. I will however wait until you are here to talk to her. I expect her here at 6:00pm. I guess this is an intervention. I have heard about them but I never thought I would need one for Cathy. This has taken me totally by surprise." I complained to her. "Just keep your head on straight and we will be there by 6:30pm. Bobby we have been in your shoes and we are more than willing to help you and Cathy. You have been a wonderful son and I would hate to lose you to the Devil's Dandruff." Barbara finished. "Devil's what?" I asked her. "That is what Tom and I call cocaine, 'Devil's Dandruff'. We found it makes you lose all respect for yourself and your family. You will steal, lie and do things you never thought you would do just to get drugs. Just stay calm and we will be there soon. We love you Bobby and so does Cathy." Barb said ending her conversation with me. I nice way of showing it I thought to myself as I hung up. I wait until 6:00pm and Cathy pulled up in the driveway. She came in and her eyes were wide and glassy. She looked around at the house and said something about the place being really clean. "No thanks to you!" I added under my breath. I was slowly loosing what patience I did have. "Cathy, why don't you take a shower now? Meet me back in the living room when you are done. I need to talk to you about some bills." I suggested to her. She was sort of out of it and said a shower sounded like a good idea. I also wanted her to wash off the filth she got on her from her new favorite friends. I never wanted to punch my wife before but I felt my fist curling up as she walked away to the shower. Her parents showed up about 20 minutes later and I welcomed them in. I could see Barb had been crying and Tom looked like someone just suckered punched him in the gut. They were not happy to be here and I could almost tell by the looks on their faces they thought this was all behind them and now it was back. I got to Cathy's purse and told her mother to look inside. At the bottom was a piece of paper folded into a little envelope. She pulled it out with disgust on her face. "This shit almost destroyed her the last time and here it is again. I am really sorry Bobby she is using again." that was all her mother could say. Tom just looked on with a small tear in his eyes. They both gave me a sad look like they had been there before. I was glad I asked them here to talk to Cathy because the looks on their faces gave me the resolve to save Cathy and our marriage. Finally Cathy came downstairs in shorts and a tank top. She was just rounding the corner of the living room when she saw her parents. The look on their faces said it all and then she saw the envelope Rod had given her earlier sitting right by her purse on the coffee table. She stopped in mid track and just looked at all of us but was mostly looking at the cocaine in the paper envelope. "You had no right going through my purse!" she shouted at her mother. She had a wild look in her eyes like an animal caught in a trap. Devil's Dandruff "I told her to Cathy. I knew you had been doing drugs." I stated plainly. She turned and rounded on me with a look I had never EVER seen on her face. She was shocked, annoyed and pissed off all at once. It was an almost 'how dare you meddle in my life' look. She didn't need to say the words but it was plain from the expression on her face. "And what fucking business is it of yours asshole." she said turning on me. "I'm a big girl and you should stay out of my business." Cathy shouted at me. I was wondering if we should have confronted her in the early morning when she was straight. I never thought of that till now and I was having my doubts about this intervention thing. "Cathy you are my wife and that makes it my business!" I stated to her not backing down. I could feel her parents looking on trying to give me moral support but they didn't interrupt. "Listen I don't need your permission to do anything, beside I just use a little when I want, I can stop using it at any time!" She said trying to convince herself more than me I thought. "So now you are going to gang up on me with my parents. You are a real shit aren't you Bobby? Bringing them into this." she exclaimed back. "Well tell you what. You won't have to worry about me again, EVER! If this is what I can expect every time I come home, I don't need all the hassles." she stated to me with real anger in her voice. "Cathy you are being rude to Bobby, he is only trying to help you." Cathy's father said to her. "Shut the fuck up Dad! What are you going to do send me away again to get rid of your little problem?" she said sarcastically. "I am going to Rod and Emma's house right now. They don't tell me how to live my life and I don't want all of you guys to tell me how to live it either." Cathy stated to everyone in the room. "Well before you go, I want you to look at something." I told her as I held up my cell phone. I picked the one picture where she was just sucking off Rod and he was cumming in her mouth in the back seat of the car. She couldn't explain away this piece of evidence. "So now you are spying on me are you? Well eat shit and die you asshole. I don't need a nosey husband around ruining my fun. Just fuck off you loser!" she told me with anger in her voice. With that she grabbed her purse and the envelope of cocaine and never looked back as she left the front door of the house with a slam. I could see the surprised looks on her parents' faces and Barbara started to cry and it took Tom about another half hour to get her to just calm down. I was also in shock. That didn't go anything like I thought it would. They say words don't hurt, well that is bullshit! I just saw my wife that I loved, basically tell me to fuck off and get out of her life for good. I was sort of numb inside. Sometimes you say things you can never take back. This was one of those moments. Well that didn't go anything like I expected it to. If I had known more about substance abuse, I would have known better than to confront her when she was really high. She had the classic denial syndrome. It may have been the drugs talking but they came out of Cathy's mouth and that hurt me more than her cheating on me at the park. I knew my marriage just walked out the door with Cathy. I said good night finally to her parents and they were still apologizing for Cathy's actions. "Stop right there! Cathy is the one with the problem. You didn't make her say or do the things she did, she said them herself. I just want to thank you for trying at least to help me. Tomorrow I am taking legal action for a divorce. I can't live with someone I love who doesn't love me. And don't tell me it's the drugs talking. Remember the old expression 'what is said when drunk has been thought out beforehand'. Well it goes with hard drugs also. We said a sad goodnight to each other and I went to bed alone. I knew it would not be for the last time. Right then I got a mental picture of Rod belittling me and then him fucking my wife up the ass as he dangled cocaine in front of her face. I didn't know how much I hated him until just that moment. I went to work the next day just to have something to do. I was feeling pretty lost that morning. I still had a hard time getting my head around all the crap Cathy said to me last night. It got worse when I got to my office and started to go through my email. There was an email from someone I didn't recognize. I opened the email and this is what it said. 'Bob, You are a big asshole like Cathy said you were. Just leave her alone and she will be much happier than with an uptight jerk like you. So that you know she is all done with you, I have attached a few pictures of Cathy from last night's party. After you chased her out of the house, Emma and I had a big party to cheer her up. It didn't take her long to forget a loser like you. Just stay out of our lives and everyone will be better off. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Oh by the way, she is sucking me off right now as I am sending you this email. I am going to fuck her in the ass if I don't blow my load all over her pretty face first. I plan on letting my friends fuck her gang bang style at lunch time too. I'll send you some more pictures of Cathy covered in cum. LOL. Just thought you would like to know! Rod' I opened the attached pictures and ran to the bathroom loosing what breakfast I had. I composed myself and went back to my office. Reluctantly I started to go through the 30 or so pictures Rod sent me. Cathy was having sex with four men not including Rod. I could see Emma in the back ground also getting fucked by a fifth guy on their couch. My wife's face was pure pleasure. She was taking a cock in every hole and jerking off the fourth guy. I assumed Rod was the camera man. One shot was of Cathy bent over arm of the couch with her feet on the floor. She was giving some guy head as he sat back on the couch with his eyes closed. He had a good handful of her hair so he could control the blowjob. Rod was fucking my wife in the ass standing behind her. You could just tell by the angle and Cathy's expression. Rod was smiling looking right at the camera giving me the finger with both hands. You could see his smug smile. The series showed her finally riding the guy on the couch and Rod blowing his load on her face and tits in a close up shot. She was being Rod's fuck toy for him and his friends. I had pictures of Cathy I thought I would never see. She was another man's whore and it made me very sad. The last was of Cathy kneeling on the floor covered with cum and she had a big smile on her face. She looked totally out of it but didn't look like she cared about anything but the sex. All six guys were aiming their cocks at her face with cum still dripping from some of them. I saved the email and the pictures. I knew my lawyer would want to see them for my divorce. Then I just sat there for hours staring at the blank computer screen that just held the images of my wife being a coke whore. I didn't want to admit it but that is what she had become. She gave up sex for drugs, pure and simple. That didn't make it any easier for me though. My line one suddenly rang and I picked it up not really paying any attention to what I was doing. I didn't even connect the voice on the phone as being my wife's until she kept calling my name and asking me if I was there. "Hello?" was all I could come up with. I was still numb from looking at the pictures of my wife and reliving the past 24 hours. "Bobby I am really sorry for last night and I would like to talk to you some..." she started to say. I cut her right off in mid-sentence. "Cathy I tried to talk last night and you literally told me to fuck off and mind my own business. You were rude to me and you crushed your parents' feelings, not for the first time from what I found out. We have nothing really to talk about." I stated flatly. "Bobby I want to explain ..." she started again but I cut her off once more. "Cathy if you keep up your current lifestyle you will be dead or in prison within two years maybe sooner. All your so called friends are going to leave you when the drugs disappear. You are also going to get in some bad situations you might not get out of. You need to get clean and you need your family; not the losers you hang out with now!" I informed her of her future. "Well I called to apologize but I don't think I will now. You are always going to take their side and not mine. You are the perfect son aren't you?" she said sarcastically ending the conversation by hanging up right after that. I just sat in my office until the phone rang about an hour later. It was my lawyer asking if I still wanted to file the divorce papers in court. "Yes please" was all I could say. I didn't want to be rude but my head was in another galaxy then. I don't even remember hanging up on him. I called back my lawyer just a while after that and apologized telling him what had happened this morning with Rod's email and Cathy's call. I told him he called at a bad time and he was very nice about it. I think he has heard this story before. I went to lunch telling my secretary I would be out the rest of the week. I got a funny look but she didn't pry into the reasons. The look on my face must have said it all. I called her parents and told them of Cathy's short call but not of Rod's email. I thought I should save them the embarrassment of that. They said I could call or stop by if I need someone to talk to, anytime. I thanked them but told them I would be taking the rest of the week off from work to get away for a while. Really I was just going to sit at home and be a vegetable for a while and not think or feel anything. That was the lie I told myself because all I did when I got home was think about Cathy and me as well as feeling sorry for myself. Finally I got quiet inside later that day. I don't know how to describe it but I felt something snap inside me mentally. I was resolved to accept the situation and take care of it once and for all. I remember what Rod said about 'Staying out of their lives' in his email. He would regret the day he stepped into mine! I rented a car and started to follow Rod around very carefully for the rest of that week and the next. I had to take some extra vacation time off from work. I saw Cathy coming and going and it took all my will power not to rush out of my rented car and confront her. I knew deep down the time for that was over. Drugs or no drugs, Cathy had disrespected me, her parents, and the wedding vows she took. She had sided with her druggie friends and not me. It would never be the same again and soon it would be payback time. The funny thing about drug dealers is if you fall in love with your inventory, your mind and good sense soon become corrupted. He freely went to certain houses and apartment complexes. I took the addresses and car license plate numbers of everyone he was in contact with. I left Cathy and Emma alone. It was Rod I needed to deal with right now. I was thinking in the back of my mind if I could get rid of the bad influence, I could get rid of my problem and maybe get Cathy back. All the info I obtained I put in a notebook. I could see a pattern and knew when Rod was scoring some drugs and when his house was open for business. He seemed to be a mid- high level dealer. I knew if I walked in on the parties at night I would find Cathy and Emma fucking and sucking who knows who. There was a ton of traffic coming and going from Rod's house. Many of the cars would stay overnight. He seemed to be a major dealer and had connections to the million dollar homes over on the east side of town. I couldn't even afford the taxes much less the houses. I knew who the big guy was now because Cathy and Emma were dressed to the nines one night, looking very hot in little skimpy black dresses and come fuck me heels. That was Saturday night and my vacation was up the following Monday. Her beauty was still there but she now looked ugly somehow to me, like I never really saw her before tonight. They went right to the expensive house Rod went to every third day or so. I think the girls were a party treat for the big guy with connections. I waited for a half hour and started to go around the side of the house to see if I could see anything. The bushes around the house hid the house from outside eyes. I could see inside once I got past them by the large picture window. Emma was sucking some guy's cock as he sat in the chair fully dressed in a suit. Cathy looked sad but her mood changed when they offered her a mirror full of coke. It was a huge pile and everyone was sucking it up their noses like Hoover vacuum cleaners. Rod then got behind Cathy and unzipped her black dress letting it fall to the floor. She had nothing on underneath it and was only wearing her heels. Rod pushed her from the back so she was now bending over in front of him like she was doing toe touches. He dropped his pants and shoved his cock right my wife's pussy with no problem. Cathy had a funny look on her face as he started to fuck her standing up. She was looking right at me but the window reflection and darkness outside hid me. The other rich asshole pushed Emma off his cock and stood up. He went right to my wife and shoved his cock into her mouth. She just accepted it and started to suck him off. Emma went behind the rich guy rubbing his stomach from behind and started taking off his jacket, shirt and tie. She helped him off with his pants, underwear, socks and shoes while Cathy just sucked away at his cock. They never stopped or missed a beat. Emma did the same thing to Rod and got him undressed also. Soon they were all in a big orgy with the girls being almost party favors like I thought. I looked like Rod loved cocaine more than he loved Emma. She was just a slut to be used by his big supplier. Cathy was also going along for the ride. She had really started to sink lower than I could have imagined. I took some cell phone pictures. Not to capture my wife having sex, I knew all about that. I wanted a picture of the rich asshole with the big pile of coke. I had enough pictures and I had enough of the whole situation. I turned to leave and I heard a growl from near the bushes. I think the guard dog had finally noticed me. I was only standing there about 15 minutes when he surprised me. He went to bite me but I pulled out a long knife I had in my pants belt incase Rod or Rod's friends caught me spying on them. He jumped at me the same time I went for the knife. I won and the dog lost. I didn't kill him, just cut his nose and he just ran off yelping into the back yard. After a fast exit I made my way home and made a call I knew I needed to make. I had friends all over town and this one was an old buddy from way back. He was now the head of the C.I.D. (Criminal Investigation Division) of the local police department. He was surprised at my late call but was glad to hear form me. He heard a rumor about Cathy and me but didn't know quite how to ask me about it. Finally he did and I told him that is what I needed to see him about. I set up an appointment to meet him the next day down at the station. My dreams that night were all nightmares and I couldn't wait for all the drama and crap to be over so I could get on with my life or what was left of it. I felt lost without Cathy with me by my side. I still loved her dearly and knew that those feeling wouldn't disappear overnight. Rod was still sending me some pictures or video clips every now and then to my work email account. He always sent some nasty wise ass note to accompany the pictures and videos. The videos looked pretty bad from my stand point. Cathy was a willing slut and she looked more out of it as the pictures Rod sent progressed. Emma was just as bad as Cathy. The next day I visited the station after a few hours sleep. It was a Sunday but it sure was busy for a weekend. I guess crime never sleeps. Bill Tooley my detective friend brought me in his office and closed the door. I told him all the painful details of Cathy's recent actions and left out nothing. He listened and then I got around to the part about the cocaine and Rod's involvement. He nodded at the right parts and finally started talking when I was finished. He looked concerned but not judgmental. We had been friends for a long time so he didn't treat me like some jilted husband or dumb informant. "Bobby I am sorry for your problems and for Cathy. This guy, the "rich asshole" as you call him has been on our radar for a while. I think if we can turn over Rod, we might be able to nail them all. He has big connections downtown as well as statewide. You're right though, I know him and he is an asshole." Bill told me with honesty. "Cathy might get caught up in this mess also. That could mean some jail time and a prison record. I will see what I can do about that. If I could get her to help us it would bolster our case having a good inside informant." Bill hinted to me. "Bill, Cathy told me to fuck off and sided with that dick Rod and his whore wife. I don't think she would help you even if you had the 'goods on her' as you police guys say." I finished up to his request. Bill started to laugh and said "You watch too many cop shows, but I will concentrate on your friend Rod for now. I still may lean on Cathy for her help. Prison and no drugs can be a powerful motivator. Let's just see what happens, but I won't promise you anything. Your notebook will save us a few months of investigation though." "Just do what you can for Cathy, if you can Bill." I countered back. I thanked him and left my notebook with him for safe keeping. I had taken an extra week of vacation for a family emergency excuse but I was ready to get back to work and a normal life. I put the wheels in motion to take care of Rod and his friends. I tried to put Cathy out of my mind by keeping busy at work the next Monday. After my first day I knew I would be alright but I sure missed Cathy still and probably always would. Cathy never contacted me or even tried to as far as I know. Once a week I would call Barb and Tom to check on them and see if they had any news of Cathy. They told me she called one night really out of it and crying. They told me she sounded like she was at a party but finally hung up when they heard another male voice on the line. She never called back. That was the last time they heard from her. She never tried to call me back after her last call the day Rod sent me the first email. I just wanted to hear her voice. Well things went on like that for over two months. I worked hard and didn't try dating. I wasn't ready for that yet. Finally my divorce court date arrived. Cathy never showed up for court and I was looking forward to talking to her before all this stuff was final. From what my lawyer showed the judge and her non-appearance in court, Cathy didn't fare to well. I didn't have to pay her anything, got the divorce, and even got to keep the house. I was willing to sell and split the profits but in hindsight the extra money would have gone up her nose in a week. Fate is a funny thing because later that very day I got a call on the cell phone. Bill Tooley told me to watch the local evening news. He made me promise to just stay at home until after 6:00pm. He thought I might try to help Cathy get out from the police sting. He was reading my thoughts though, because that was exactly what I was thinking. I told him he was the boss and I would stay out of it but I asked for just one thing. "Please try and help Cathy if you can, where you can and I know, no promises!" I added to the end as Bill gave a little chuckle. "I'll see what I can do, and yes no promises." Bill ended as he hung up. Later that night the news was all a buzz about a big drug bust and a cocaine kingpin from the eastside. I knew they got the asshole and saw him, Rod, Emma, and some others being walked into police headquarters with all the TV news cameras watching. I put the clipping on my refrigerator from the next days' newspaper. It had a great picture of Rod in handcuffs being lead to jail. Devil's Dandruff Bill called me the next day and said he let Cathy leave before they raided Rod's home. She was 'luckily' going out to the store for them when the cops rushed the place. I knew there was more to the story but Bill hinted we were even. I thought it would have done Cathy some good to go to jail and get cleaned out, but Bill did as I asked and I wasn't going to complain. Cathy was a big girl who had her own life to live. I couldn't live it for her. Rod, Emma and the entire gang went to trial and were convicted with some serious jail time having to be served. Bill Tooley hinted that he put Rod in with the 'tough guys' as he called them. He explained that Rod was put in the section with guys who liked to date other guys. He hinted his dance card would be filled for many months to come. I thought that was great since Rod fucked me in ass (figuratively), he should get the same (literally). I sat in the courtroom while he was sentenced and just before he was taken away I let him know it was me who got him busted. The look on his face was priceless. I told him not to drop the bar of soap in the prison shower too much. I got to give him the finger this time and smiled as he was led away to jail. That was pretty much how it all ended. I worked hard and tried to get my life back again. I dated a couple of times but the timing felt wrong or maybe I just wasn't interested in another relationship yet. Cathy never made any attempt to call or see me. I always wondered how she made out in life but figured I would never find out unless it made the paper or TV news. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two Years Later: The doorbell rang and I answered it after a few rings. As I opened the door I was looking at the ghost of my ex-wife Cathy. She was thinner than I had ever seen her and she looked very sick. She tried to smile at me but my face dropping into a pure look of sadness, made her smile disappear instantly. I think the look of my face said it all 'Why are you here, you crushed me and spit me out, why are you here?' All I saw was sadness wearing shoes. "Bobby, I need you to help me if you will?" Cathy asked me with some hesitation. "Sorry Cathy but you fired me remember? That is no longer my job so please go away." I told her this trying not to cry as my eyes teared up. I still loved her and would always love her. That didn't mean I was her partner anymore or was responsible for her. "Bobby I am so sorry! Everything you predicted came true. I am very sick, everyone left me and I have no friends anymore and nowhere to live. It ALL came true like you said." Cathy informed me of her current problems. I had never seen her so crushed as I did at that moment. "Well telling me I was right all along doesn't help me then or now. I loved you and you shit on me for what? Huh, FOR WHAT!" I yelled at her. "You had me, a loving and devoted husband, a nice home and a car, you lacked nothing but drugs and sex from strangers. Go ask them for help you piece of trash!" I couldn't hide the bitterness in my voice and all the feelings of the last couple of years came right out at the person I most wanted to yell at. "What about your Mom and Dad? Why aren't you there letting them take care of you?" I asked her and this just brought on crying and more crying from her. She looked like she was having a nervous breakdown right on my door step. She gave a funny look and passed out right into me. With just a split second reaction I grabbed her as she passed out in my arms. I brought her into the house and put her on the couch. If she weighed anything over 90 lbs I would have been surprised. I grabbed a wash cloth, put some cool water on it and placed it on her forehead. The cooling relief was easy to see on her face. She was waking up a minute later and looking at me bent over her with a concerned look. "Bobby I just had the worst nightmare and..." she stopped abruptly and looked around. She started to cry again and she didn't stop for over twenty minutes. I just sat next to her holding her hand as she squeezed it looking away from me. Finally she stopped and looked right into my eyes. "I woke up on our couch and saw you looking at me with loving concern and I though it was two years ago and we were still together. I realized what had become of us, of me, after a few seconds and reality hit me. Bobby I am so sorry. I never really told you that at all. That was one of my biggest mistakes and I have made many." she confessed to me. "To answer your question, Mom and Dad told me to never show up at their house again. They always sided with you and that made me mad so I tried to get back at them. I won't tell you how but my Dad said he would never call me his daughter ever again. Mom just said 'have a good life on the path you have chosen'." "Cathy if you want my help I need some honest answers. If you want to keep secrets or lie to me then there is the door, please leave!" I told her honestly. I was in no mood to play games. As I sat there watching my wife I realized where and what her life had really become. I watched her face drop and she looked me right in the eyes. "I am a fool who is forever going to be sorry. I let drugs come before you or even myself. I kept telling myself I could control my life as it spun out of control. I am sick Bobby, I mean really sick! The doctors told me maybe 4-6 months if..." she told me with a defeated voice and paused to cry. "I know you don't owe me anything but could you please look after me. I don't want to die in the park under some bridge or picnic table. Can you please help me?" she pleaded to me this time. All the love I still had for her came to the surface with an equal amount of pain from her past history. "Tell you what Cathy, I want to ask you some questions and I want the truth. If I even think you are lying to me I will drive you to a park bench myself and leave you there!" I told her in a matter of fact voice. I saw her nod her head and she waited for me to ask my questions with tears in her eyes. "Ok, did Rod the asshole fuck you before the first time he ever came here to our house for their first dinner? I saw the look on his face when I first met him. Deep down I knew he had for some reason. I just wanted to know." I also added to my question. She hesitated and the look on my face must have said tell me the truth or else. "Yes" is all she would say and she looked away. "He even fucked you in the ass didn't he? Didn't he!?!" I asked her with pain in my voice. "Yes" was all she could say to me again but she didn't look away this time. Well I wanted to know I thought to myself and I guess deep down I knew I wouldn't like some of the answers. I was going to start with some basic questions. "If you knew you had a problem with coke, why did you hang around those two losers? Your parents told me of all the troubles you caused in college for them because of that crap. Didn't you learn anything in rehab?" I asked her face to face. "Let me tell you how it started and then you can ask me any questions you want about my drug use." Cathy told me getting ready to tell me her story and how it started. "In college my roommate Suzie was big into cocaine. I didn't try it at first but peer pressure and stupidity took over. Soon I had a $1000 a week habit and you know Mom and Dad are not exactly rich. I started to do things at school for money that I am still not too proud of. It got really crazy and my folks saw my first semester report card senior year before that Thanksgiving holiday. The only passing mark I got was English and that was because I would have sex with my teacher. For an 'A' that marking period, I had to gang bang him and three of his friends all semester." "When I went home for the holiday they confronted me and told me they wouldn't pay for college anymore if I didn't clean up my life. It was probably a blessing, though I didn't feel like it at the time. They sent me far away to a rehab place and I got straight. I learned you never stop being a drug addict, you just stop using them." Cathy told me of her life before I met her. "I cleaned up my life and finished my degree at the local community college. I got a job with the insurance company just as I met you. You were my rock many times though you didn't know it. I was going to tell you of my past history but I was too ashamed of what I did in college and the fact that I was a cocaine addict. My strength was in you and your love. Every time I felt like getting back into drugs at one of my weak times you were there and I didn't dare." she informed me as she squeezed my hand gently. "Emma joined the company and we hit it right off. I never even knew she did drugs until I left my purse at my desk one day during lunch. When I returned back to get it Emma was just doing a line of coke and looked surprised to see me standing there. Part of me wanted to call the supervisor and turn her in to the cops. The other part of me wanted to do what she was doing. She offered me some and like a fool I got weak and said 'Yes'." "I knew it was wrong but couldn't stop myself. I started down that road to hell slowly but surely. I knew it was going to be bad because after my first line I was hooked again. We did a shit load that day during lunch and I forgot how much I loved cocaine. Yes I loved it! That was my whole problem." "The next day she had more and I asked her where she was getting so much coke on our small weekly salary. She told me about Rod her husband and his side business. She invited me to their house that night after work and I met Rod. He was charming at first and was always willing to offer me some lines if I wanted them. Soon he started to put the moves on me and hinted the coke would dry up if I didn't play ball." "That was the start of my problems getting even bigger. I was hooked by the end of the week and Emma and I would get high and then get drunk a few times after work. It was all good times and wild parties. Rod fucked me before the first week was over." "I remember him wanting to do my ass when I was really out of it one night and I got weak and said yes. Emma was there also and did whatever Rod told her to do. Soon I was fucking Emma and Rod. Emma was bi but basically liked having someone around to take the edge off of Rod when he was horny and coked up. Rod loved the fact I would trade sexual favors for cocaine. He loved anal sex. It was a great match made in hell!" "I started to get more fucked up after work every day and Rod was becoming more demanding sexually. One night he was waiting there with four of his buddies and told me to strip. I told him no and he just said then leave and don't come back here again, and by the way no more cocaine either!" "Needless to say they all gang banged me until you called my cell phone that night wondering where I was and if I was alright. I had a feeling you were catching on to me but just put it out of my mind. It would hurt me too bad thinking about you and your love at home. I just wanted to forget my great loving husband waiting for his coke whore to come home." "Well things started to get crazy like they did in college. The more drugs I did the more I felt guilty about everything. Then I would drink to stop the pain and do some more drugs. By then my will power and morals were all corrupted. Cocaine was front and center in my life now. If I had to fuck Rod and all his friends while leaving you out in the cold so be it I thought. That is how fucked up I was becoming." "I spent all my salary on coke and soon I was in debt to Rod for thousands of dollars. It really didn't take too long to rack up a huge coke bill in his favor. That is what he said at least and I didn't want to lose my connection to the white power. Soon Rod was making me fuck strangers for deals and money. I was his coke whore pure and simple" "Then you and my parents ganged up on me to try and help me. Deep down I knew that you were all trying to help but Cathy the coke head didn't see it that way. All I saw was my drug life style being stopped and I didn't want that to happen. I still remember your face as I said those horrible things to you that night. I will never get your hurt expression out of my mind, never! Bobby I am so sorry I hurt you." Cathy said this crying and it took a few minutes for her to calm down again. "The next day I called you at work but was still a little high from the wild party the night before. I got drunk and high and still didn't remember most of it. I even had a few lines that morning before I called you for courage, talk about a mistake. I tried to explain and apologize but you would have none of it. I knew I was wrong but still blamed you in my drugged up state of mind." "Trust me, every day after that I wanted to see and call you but my pride or the drugs wouldn't let the pain or common sense in. I just wanted to be happy and high. So every time I felt guilty, which was pretty much anytime I was sober or straight, I wanted to escape back into the world of drugs to forget the love and the wonderful person I left behind. I missed you every day and wanted my old life back but didn't know how to anymore." she added. "Cathy I want to show you something in the study, can you get up and walk?" I interrupted her. "Yea, I think I can get on my feet now. I think all the excitement of seeing you again just got to me." she answered back. I helped her to her feet, led her down the hall and I sat her down in front of my computer. She looked puzzled until I clicked on a file named 'Burn In Hell'. Cathy saw the name and I saw her grimes and grab the chair arms for support. "I am going to show you what I have in this file. I have saved it and never deleted it for some reason. Maybe the reason is sitting here in front of me now. If you don't want to go down this memory lane just tell me and you can leave now. The choice is yours." I told her in an ultimatum. "I am tired of running away from you as well as myself. Show me whatever you need to." she answered back. I pulled a chair up by hers and started to click on the first picture file. I showed her all the pictures I took at the park the first time I caught her with Rod and Emma. I went through each one slowly without saying a word. I could see her crying now beside me. Next I showed her the 30 pictures and the email Rod sent me the next day after Cathy left me. "These were taken the night you left me. I still don't know why I kept them but I did. I guess I wanted to know if Rod's email message was true and did you really forget me that night and the many others to come?" I asked her. "Oh Bobby, I never even knew Rod was sending you that stuff. He and Emma would fill my head with lies and false shit. I was fucked up and started to believe them. They said you already had a new girlfriend and you were over me." Cathy said to me. "Cathy, do you know that I have not had sex with anyone since you left me? I am almost afraid to get into a relationship again and have my heart broken all over again." I confessed to her. I showed her all the pictures, videos and emails Rod had sent to my work email address. I made her read each email out aloud. Then I clicked on the pictures of her, Emma, and Rod at the rich guy's house. The second week after Cathy left me. "Oh my God Bobby, you were there outside watching me that night? I felt like a prostitute that night, I never knew you saw all that." she said as she really lost it and started to cry and shake. I hugged her and she finally calmed down. I left up the picture of her looking very sad and unhappy as Rod was fucking her from behind and the rich guy was just getting out of his chair to get head from Cathy. She was looking right into my camera and you could see the pain and sadness on her face. "Cathy I have had to look at those pictures of you, see the videos of you getting ganged banged and even see you go lower than I thought possible, with my own two eyes. I have carried around those images in my head, the shit you said to me the night you left and the email crap Rod said about you and our relationship. You were never there to answer back or prove them wrong. You just left!" I shouted at her. I got up and left her in the study. I needed some water and a little break from my ex-wife. After a few minutes I saw Cathy enter the kitchen and sit next to me at the kitchen table. We had a habit of making all our most important decisions at that table. I don't think me sitting at the kitchen table was lost on her and she was the first to speak. "We have made many important decisions at this table but I feel this is one our most important. Bobby I have ruined both our lives over drugs. You were the only good thing in my life and I threw you away with no explanation or thought of your feelings. It was always about poor me, my feelings, my drug problems, my needs and wants. I forgot there was someone other than me sometimes but you brought it all back to me with your picture show. I am sorry, even sorrier now than I have ever been about anything in my life. I am sorry I lied and cast you aside. I lost what was truly beautiful in my life for ugliness." she finished to me. "Bobby I realize I am asking for a huge sacrifice on your part. Being in your shoes I don't blame you if you tell me to fuck off right now. I know I deserve it and probably more, but will you let me stay here until the end? That is all I can ask of you." she said to me with total honesty in her eyes and her voice. I didn't answer right away, I need time to think and digest all that she had confessed to me. "Are you still doing cocaine anymore? Honestly?" I asked her face to face. "I have been clean for over 4 months now. Just as I got clean I got HIV and some other nasty STD's. I think it is God's way of punishing me for walking out on you. I thought I could come back clean and straight and maybe you would still be single and we would have a chance again. I know you still love me but sometimes that just isn't enough. Now I have a death sentence because of my past wild lifestyle." Cathy told me with more tears in her eyes. "Two more question Cathy. Why did you give up anal sex to Rod and other starngers and never to me? I thought you would want only me to have the pleasure of your whole body and not limit me, your husband, friend and lover?" I asked her. "Bobby since college anyone who fucked me in the ass was doing just that. I felt anyone who did that to me only wanted me for a whore and my body. I loved you and didn't want the past to corrupt our marriage. Boy did I fuck that up really bad. Again Bobby I am sorry I withheld that aspect of sex with you. It always made me feel cheap. I never wanted that with you and I" "Ok last question. What did you do to your Dad that made him disown you"? I asked a shocked Cathy. She just looked away and wouldn't answer at first. "Ok, there is the door, have a good life." is all I could say as I got up to walk away. She looked shocked and hesitated before she answered. "I took four black men up to my parents bedroom and they gang banged me there. One guy was pissing on me as the others fucked my raw. I owed these dirt bags money for drugs and they said I could trade sex for it. My dad came in at that moment and went nuts. The guys didn't want to leave at first and started to make fun of my Dad having a whore for a daughter. Then they started to make comments on if Mom was just as good in bed also. My Dad went nuts at this point and got out the shotgun. He put two holes in the bedroom ceiling with the first blast and all the guys went out of there running." "The guys caught up to me later in the week at a seedy bar on the south side of town where I ususally tried to score drugs. They said I needed to work off the money I still owed them or they were going to visit my Dad and Mom at home to get it. They hinted about beating Dad up or worse and gang banging my Mom. I worked for them as a whore for almost a week until I ran away and checked into the Christian rehab hospital downtown. That week is when I caught all the bad STD's I think." Cathy confessed to me. Devil's Dandruff I didn't say anything to her for several minutes while I was thinking over the entire situation. Finally I told her "You can stay in the guest room for as long as you need. If I ever see you fucked up or high though I will cut you loose from me forever. Do we understand each other?" I finished. Cathy just threw her arms around me and said "thanks!" I brought her up to the guest room and made her comfortable. I went down stairs and cooked Cathy a homemade meal because she looked like she ate last week sometime and was very sick looking. That was the start of end. We never had sex or talked about it. I would kiss her forehead before she went to bed each night. I think she thought that was beautiful and she always feel asleep with a big smile on her face looking at peace. One time she asked me to get rid of the newspaper picture of Rod being led away in handcuffs by the police on the fridge. She said she didn't like to look at him every morning in the kitchen. I told her no because it should remind us both of what we lost. On a related note she surprised me by saying one time "I should thank you for the anonymous warning call on my cell phone the night of the big bust. I left Emma's as instructed and a minute later the cops raided the house." Cathy informed me. "That was the biggest mistake I ever made in my life Cathy, I just wanted to help you. But getting you off the hook made cleaning yourself out never happen. Bill Tooley my cop friend did that out of friendship for me. You just kept going though and never looked back in my direction. I thought once Rod and Emma were out of the picture you would surely come back to me. You never did." I told her to the shocked expression on her face. "Bobby there hasn't been a day gone by I didn't think of you and I had some real hazy times towards the end. I always knew deep down your love for me was real. Everything else was bullshit! I was just too fucked up to realize it until the end." she told me honestly. I took care of her for the next three months as her health got worse. A simple cold would almost kill her, and I got germ phobic trying to keep her healthy as I could. Finally I hired a nurse to come in towards the end. Her parents wanted to know how she was doing. I told them all about her health and how she was getting worse. Finally I told Cathy that her parents were outside in the hallway and wanted to see her. They had kept their distance for the last three months but after I told them she didn't have long they insisted on seeing her. When they entered our guest room they were both amazed and saddened at how small and frail she was. Not the daughter they remembered. They had not seen her for over a half year. They basically disowned her but had a change of hearty at the end. They always loved her but it was painful for them also. I let them get caught up and have their say to each other. Before they left they thanked me for being so kind to someone who didn't deserve it. "Bobby you were always a good person, never forget that no matter what happens in your life." Barbara said to me as she kissed me and left. Her father just gave me a big bear hug wiped the tears that were failing and left without a word. It was good that they saw Cathy that last time because the next day she died of complications from pneumonia. Her body was too weak to fight it off and she died in her sleep, peacefully and with a content smile on her face from me kissing her goodnight as I always did. It is a funny thing how fate closes a door but opens a window. The funeral arrangements were all made by Cathy's parents. I was too out of it to do all of that. I was still dealing with the losing of my wife for the second time. This time it was final. At the funeral home I met the beautiful woman who was in charge. Her name was Rachel and she ran the business since her dad retired. She was stunning and charming. I could fall for her anytime and then I remembered I was at my wife's funeral and felt guilty for my sexual thoughts about her. It had been a long time. Well she seemed to know a great deal about me though. Cathy's parents were filling her in on me and my marriage. They told her about me taking her in when no one else would. They told her of the care and loving I gave someone who didn't deserve it but did it anyway out of love. Rachel approached me after the service and handed me a piece of paper. It was her name, address and phone number. I looked at it funny and then she said "Yours told me all about you and the problems in your life. Barbara has been trying to fix you up with me since we met and found out I was single. I didn't know at first if I was even interested but after seeing and meeting you I see what they see in you." "I know this is a tough time in your life but life goes on. Please call me if you wish and maybe we can have dinner or do something fun sometime. This job is not a real laugh a minute if you know what I mean." she hinted at me with a smile. I waited one week out of respect for Cathy and then called her. I am looking forward to our date this Friday and just maybe a real future for me again. Life does go on and so must I. THE END