57 comments/ 50165 views/ 18 favorites Don't Mess with Her By: amyyum Hanna Paxon was born into, and grew up in, a household where money and love were in abundance. Despite her parents' wealth they gave their three children, Hanna being the youngest and the only girl, all the love that a child could want. Although they did not want for material possessions, the children were not spoiled. They were respectful toward adults, kind in their interrelationships with each other and people in general, generous, and had a strong moral compass. Hanna was also intelligent and always got great grades. She graduated High School in three years and college in three and a half, with a double major in chemistry and chemical engineering, unusual for a woman. Despite her chosen fields of study and her rapid advance through the educational system, Hanna also had a decent love life. However, she made sure that the only intercourse she ever had was with loving, respectful, partners, and with adequate protection. Hanna had many prospective sexual partners because she was more than moderately good looking. Although not beautiful in the classical sense, she had a cute face, a curvaceous body, a winning smile, and beautiful silken hair that she kept just past shoulder length. According to Hanna's father, Jim, and his view was shared by her two older brothers and somewhat by her mother, Hanna had only two significant problems. She was almost too kind, and too trusting. "You're the greatest, kindest, most gentle person I know. However, someday you're going to have to blow your top, Hanna," her oldest brother, Gil, told her during her freshman year in High School. "You can't take everyone at face value," her other brother Goren told her many times in her life. "There are some snakes and charlatans out there. You need a little skepticism!" Hanna knew that her brothers had her best interests at heart, and allowed as they probably were right. However, that wasn't translated into action on her part, leaving all three of her close male relatives to believe that they probably would have to protect Hanna, in one way or another, her entire life. There was one incident that provided an exception to Hanna's gentle nature. Perhaps because of pent-up feelings of people taking advantage of her because of her kind and gentle nature, at the end of what would have been (had she not been so advanced academically) her sophomore year in the private High School she attended, she exploded. John was a junior who Hanna had a romantic interest in. They had gone out on a few dates, and he seemed to like her. Samantha was a sophomore who had always been unkind to Hanna, most likely because of jealousy. Hanna would have hated her if Hanna were a normal person, but being her gentle self just tried to avoid her. Two days before school was out Hanna found John kissing Samantha right in front of Hanna's locker. When they noticed a stunned, gap-jawed, Hanna staring at them with a tear forming in her eye, Samantha made an excruciatingly cruel comment and John just laughed. Then they walked away, arm-in-arm. Hanna was livid, but a plan quickly formed in her brain. She pulled the fire alarm while wearing a glove (this was before the days of surveillance cameras in all schools) and in the pandemonium snuck into the Principal's office and took the master key for the lockers, then joined her fellow students outside. Once it was determined that the fire alarm was a false alarm, everyone went back to class. After school Hanna entered John and Samantha's lockers, removed everything and put it into trash bags along with the master key, and put the trash bags in the school dumpster. Unfortunately for her, a janitor saw Hanna dump the garbage bags, retrieved them, and found what was inside. He reported it to the principal. The principal called Hanna and her parents into his office the next day. Hanna refused to admit to anything, refused to accept a suspension for the first two weeks of the next school year, refused to apologize -- in fact she was completely contrary, much to the shock of her parents and the Principal since she had never come even close to acting that way before. The principal had no choice but to threaten expulsion despite the fact that she was valedictorian of her class. Hanna's father talked him into letting her withdraw from school so that the expulsion would not be on her record, and agreed to make a $20,000 donation to the school to install surveillance cameras. Hanna's parents were almost too stunned by her actions to punish her. However, they did "ground" her for the summer. Hanna enrolled in the local public High School the next year and graduated at the top of her class in what should have been her junior year. Gil's only comment after Hanna's tirade was "Good Sarab; except that if you get pissed and need revenge, next time don't get caught!" ________________ While Hanna was growing up as a pleasant, kind, and gentle person -- with of course the one obvious aberration -- Will Walters was growing up in the next county as an underachiever who spent most of his time chasing girls and causing trouble. Not so much trouble as to end him in jail for more than a few hours, but then again many of his escapades weren't found out. Will was a year older than Hanna but in High School the same grade as Hanna because of her advanced academics. Will had always been a good looking child, and as a teenager and adult he was very handsome. He was about six feet tall with big captivating brown eyes and light brown hair, with a slim though muscular build. Although his physical attractiveness got him many women, unless slutty they normally didn't stay around long because he never seemed to show them respect. In fact, he didn't really show respect to the female members of his middle class family, undoubtedly because his father never did either. His relationship with his mother, sisters, aunts, and female cousins was strained since he was about thirteen. After two years of community college, where he just scraped by, Will got a job as an insurance adjuster apprentice for a vehicle insurance firm. The thing he probably knew best was cars and motorcycles, so he caught on quickly. He was soon promoted to adjuster, but didn't have either the ambition or dedication to ever advance beyond that position. One good thing about Will's job was that his boss was a positive role model. His boss had several talks with Will about how he treated the female employees, and within a year had shaped him up -- at least to the extent possible. Most of the women Will dated were slutty. He was on the lookout for a high class woman, however, and vowed that if he ever got one interested in him he would never return to his old ways. ______________ Hanna had been brought up to believe that family life was important if one were to be fulfilled, and that devotion to one's spouse was critical. Therefore, as a young woman she had a clear idea of what her dating life should be directed toward. She wanted a man to marry that would love children and who she could be faithful to and love for the rest of her life. After Hanna had been working several years for a large agricultural chemical company she met Will Walters. To her Will was handsome (better looking than she was, she concluded early on), the ultimate extrovert, and seemingly deferential to women. After they dated a few times Hanna was starting to fall for him, so in the analytical way that she had been taught in her math and science oriented schooling and profession, she grilled him about his wants and desires. "Will, I'm going to be frank with you, and tell you that I need the answers to a number of questions," she said on their fourth date as they sat on a bench next to a lake with Will's arm around her shoulder. "Do I need to get an attorney for this?" Will joked. "Only if you have some nefarious things in your past that you need to hide," Hanna retorted, grinning. "What's the occasion for my upcoming third degree?" he asked, smiling. "Well, like I said, I'll be frank. I am starting to really like you, but at the present time in my life I'm only interested in a relationship that might proceed to marriage. I need to know if you're ready for that, or if I need to move on," Hanna stated, now serious. "Wow, you are direct, aren't you?" Will mused. "Well?" Hanna inquired. Will looked Hanna over from head-to-toe, taking his time. He gently stroked her hips, and then gently ran his hands over her full breasts. Finally, trying to suppress a smile, he grabbed opposite sides of her mouth and as he gently moved them apart said "Open up, I need to see your teeth." Realizing that he wasn't serious, Hanna poked him in the ribs, pulled away, and said "I'm not a horse up for auction, Will. Answer my question." "Ok," Will said, "I was just pulling your leg. I suppose that you want my answer to be as candid as your question, huh?" Hanna nodded her head while staring directly into his eyes. "OK; sex is very important to me and to be honest, I don't know if I would be on my way to marriage with you unless I knew how you were in bed. Is that honest enough?" "Yes, that is," she replied. "Now answer this; do you like kids?" After a reflective pause Will said, "I certainly do. I love my niece and nephew, and I expect to someday have kids of my own; IF I find the right woman that is." Hanna smiled. "One last question; what is your position on fidelity in marriage?" "I wouldn't get married unless I was sure that I could be faithful, and if something changed over time I would divorce rather than cheat," Will replied with a stern look, although he likely had his fingers crossed behind his back. Hanna sat with a half-smile on her face, then crossed and uncrossed her legs. "Well did I pass?" Will asked, wide-eyed. "Sort of," Hanna replied with a diabolical grin -- at least one as diabolical as gentle Hanna was capable of. "So I don't waste any time with you, instead of going to dinner, let's go to my apartment." With that, Hanna stood up, grabbed Will by the hand, and led him to his car. As Will set a land speed record getting to Hanna's apartment she started unbuttoning his shirt and stroking his cock through his pants. "JHC," he groaned as he turned toward her while one of her hands rubbed his hard-on and the other his bare chest, "You're full of surprises." "Keep your eyes on the road, dude," she ordered, smiling. Then she reached under her dress, pulled off her panties, and stuck them up to his nose; "You like?" she grinned. "Fuck yeah," he moaned. Hanna then reached under the top of her dress and somehow maneuvered her bra off without removing her dress. That she held up to the side of his face and said "A D cup, although sometimes I can get away with a C jogging bra, or if they're cut large," she said in a sultry voice. Will took the bra from her and placed one of the straps around his neck just before he screeched to a halt in the parking lot of Hanna's apartment complex. Hanna had gotten no more than three steps into her apartment when she broke free of Will's hands on her ass and quickly pulled her dress over her head, revealing her big boobs with dark areola and distended nipples, a sculptured crotch, bare except for a landing strip of long curly hair, and shiny exquisite thighs. Will ripped his clothes off as he kissed Hanna passionately while she backed toward her bedroom. Once naked except for his socks, Will pushed Hanna on the bed and started fingering and tonguing her box. She demanded that he turn into a sixty-nine position and eagerly devoured his rock hard cock. After Hanna got off once, she reached into her nightstand, pulled out a condom, and said "Bury it now!' Will was so eager to plant his flag that he had a hard time in ripping open the condom package. Laughing, Hanna helped, moved it over his cock, and put her ankles on his shoulders. He went balls deep in one thrust into her self-lubricated pussy then started furiously banging. Hanna had two rapid-fire orgasms, and then Will filled his condom. After relaxation some pillow talk followed. "Wow -- you're white hot, babe," Will said, grinning. "Not bad yourself, dude," she replied while stroking his testicles. "You know if you keep that up, babe, I'm coming at you again," he fake growled. "Well I have only one more condom, which I'd like to save for the middle of the night," Hanna said, getting a completely wide-eyed response from Will, "So for the next one why don't you do my back door." Will was dumb founded. Here he had three sexually discouraging dates with this woman, not getting anything more than a little petting. The only thing that kept him coming back was that she really was cute, and interesting, and possibly the high class woman he had been seeking. Now she was offering her pucker hole! Will was not too shocked to turn her down. After she stroked his balls some more and sucked him hard, he accepted the lube that magically appeared in Hanna's hand and started preparing her hole, his fingers, and his cock. As Will lubed her up, it was clear that he was not going to be popping her anal cherry. She powerfully responded to his finger play in her anus, and she let out a continuous pleasure moan as he slowly buried his cock in her. Will stroked leisurely since he wanted his heavenly feeling to last, and since Hanna was clearly enjoying himself he had no reason to speed up. Plus, the view of her round, firm, ass atop those exquisite thighs was inspiring. Only after Hanna quivered and groaned on two separate occasions did Will pick up the pace. As cum was boiling up from his testicles he grabbed her hips and banged hard, unloading a torrent into her anus, producing in Hanna another quiver and groan, double in intensity to the two others. When Will's flaccid cock finally withdrew from her chute, there were two satisfied lovers. Once they recovered full awareness, Hanna led him to her shower, where she scrubbed his cock and butt crack with soap and water while fervently pushing her lips into his. After their shower, they munched on a few snacks just to stave off hunger, and then retired to bed where Will sucked on her luscious nipples while she massaged his testicles until they both were overcome with exhaustion and fell asleep in each other's arms. Hanna awoke in the middle of the night, sucked Will's cock until he woke up and hardened, slipped her last condom on him, then mounted him reverse cowgirl. She furiously banged away as Will ran a finger into and out of her pucker hole, until he started coming. At that point she squeezed with her pc muscles to get every last drop, then collapsed in orgasm onto his legs. Eventually she detached from him then put her head on his shoulder and they both fell asleep again. Will woke up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and bacon. As in a sex-induced stupor he stumbled into the kitchen, following his nose to the exciting smells, he saw Hanna naked, except for a French Maid apron, cooking up a storm. "I was just about to wake you up, sleepy head," she chirped. "Sit your bare butt down and I'll serve." After virtually inhaling two sausages and two pancakes, with his fork full of more pancake Will said "Holy shit, you're almost as incredible a cook as you are in bed." "Is that good or bad?" Hanna asked with a grin. Although barely able to make it out since his mouth was stuffed with pancake, she was certain that she heard "Actually, un-fucking believably good." After breakfast Will helped clean up -- at least that's what he said he was doing, although to Hanna it appeared more like him feeling her up rather than cleaning up dishes. They eventually got dressed and ready to go to work. Before Will left Hanna grabbed him by the collar, stared into his eyes, and in a no-nonsense tone said "Now you know what sex with me is like. If you call me again it's because we're on to a committed relationship that without any major hiccups will lead to marriage. If that's not the case, don't call again." "After last night, how can you doubt that I'll call?" "Because every date isn't going to end up like last night. I'd love more sex with you in the future before marriage, but we have to see if our relationship is based upon more than that. So, if you call you're saying that marriage is a good possibility, and we're not just going to be having intercourse," Hanna said, pulling on his collar. "Got it!" he replied. "Plus, we'll be exclusive; got that too?" she asked. "Yeah, as long as we get rid of those damn condoms," he smiled. Hanna smiled back. "Guess we'll see if you call, huh?" They kissed goodbye and went off to work. For the next three days Will contemplated what had happened with Hanna. It took him one whole day to get over the shock of how sexual and adventurous Hanna was, another day to reflect on how fantastic the sex with her had been, and another day to figure out if he was ready to start a relationship that might end in marriage. Not being the most honest guy in the world, Will wondered how much toe-curling sex he could get from Hanna yet avoid any possibility of a long term commitment. So Friday after work he called her. "Hi Hanna, Will," he opened. "That's what my call ID says," she giggled. "Say, I was wondering if you'd like to go out tomorrow night?" "What do you have in mind?" she asked. "Well, we could go to dinner and then back to your place for some recreation." "Oh, Will; I guess you really didn't understand what I said on our last date, did you? I can't actually blame you, because your mind was probably fogged up after having had three spectacular orgasms. I believe one was condom-less, in my rear end unless I remember it wrong," Hanna replied in a sing-song voice. "Uh, well,...I thought we had so much fun we might repeat, that's all," he stammered out. "Oh, Will, sorry; I told you that I can't waste time on someone not wanting a relationship that could move toward marriage," Hanna said in a sweet voice, with no hint of sarcasm. "You wanted to see if I was sexually compatible and I think that I demonstrated that more convincingly than you had any right to expect. So sorry, I can't make it Saturday; I'll be looking for marriage material, but thanks for asking." Then Hanna hung up. Will was flabbergasted. He had never confronted a similar situation. After about an hour he decided he really needed to see Hanna, certain that he could convince her that they could have great sex until she found someone else, but his call went straight to voice mail. For two weeks, Will continued to call Hanna, but it always went to voice mail, and apparently his messages didn't interest Hanna in the least, so she never returned his calls. During those two weeks, Will started to miss Hanna more and more, at least the sex with her. He had two other sexual encounters during that time, but they didn't compare to Hanna even though both women let him ride them bareback and he could treat them as sluts, something he knew he never would be able to do with Hanna. Finally, at the start of the third week since he had seen Hanna, Will decided that maybe marriage to her was a possibility; she certainly was a classy woman. Therefore the next message he left on her voice mail was "Hey, Hanna. Please listen to this entire message. I really miss you, and feel differently than I have ever felt before about a woman. I do see us moving toward marriage, and sex every date isn't the least bit necessary. Please call." After that, Will and Hanna started dating "exclusively." Once Hanna got an exclusive commitment from Will, she had them both tested for STDs then went on the pill and didn't require him to use condoms for vaginal sex. Will was in sexual heaven every time that they hooked up, the best sex he had ever had. But he was surprised that he wasn't able to convince Hanna to abandon her "no sex every date" requirement. Don't Mess with Her Will thoroughly enjoyed Hanna's company, in addition to sex, and was thinking of marriage. However, he was unhappy with the sex arrangement and had no problem breaking the "exclusivity" arrangement with Hanna -- of course, without telling her. Will was good looking and charming enough to entice a number of different sluts to his bed, sometimes even after a non-sex date with Hanna. Will did screw up once and was seen by Jack, a male friend of Hanna's, in O'Keenan's bar with one of his sluts. Will had met Jack once so after he noticed him Will called one of his friends to get an alibi so that he could tell Hanna that Jack was mistaken if he ever reported the incident to Hanna. "Hey, Sam," he said when his friend answered his cell phone. "What's up, dude, you're interrupting me," Sam replied. "Where are you?" "I'm just walking back to my table from the bathroom at San Souci. I'm on a date with Jaclyn, if you must know," Sam responded. "Look, you need to do me a real solid. You need to pay for half the meal with my credit card, and half with yours, and tell anyone in the future that we ate together," Will pleaded. "I don't have your credit card, dude," Sam laughed. "You will shortly. I'll have it delivered to you. How long will you be there?" "Probably another forty five minutes." "Great. Make sure that you keep the receipts for both credit cards. Tell the receptionist that you're going to be getting a delivery, so the card will get right to your table, OK?" Will pleaded. "Hey, if you're going to pay for half the dinner I can lie for you. Send it along; but hope that I don't order some stuff on-line on my smartphone," Sam laughed. Will intercepted a waitress who was going off duty at O'Keenan's before she got to her car, explained what he wanted, gave her $25 cash and his card and directions to San Souci, then hurried back to his slut. The next day he got his receipt and credit card back from Sam The next night he went out with Hanna, and she indicated no apprehension about their relationship. However, two days later Hanna showed up, unannounced, after work, at Will's apartment. "Hey, Hanna, great to see you," he said, leaning in for a kiss. She avoided it, and pushed him to the side as she entered his apartment. "Will, remember that we have an exclusive arrangement?" she asked with arms folded. "Sure, sweetheart. Why do you ask?" he replied acting as innocent as possible. "A friend of mine saw you at a bar with another woman -- who he described as 'tawdry' -- Friday night." "He must be mistaken," Will slowly replied. "Friday night -- let's see -- yeah, we couldn't go out so I had dinner with my friend Sam." "Dinner at a bar with a female Samantha?" Hanna sarcastically quizzed. "No, dinner at a restaurant, San Souci, with a male friend, Samuel Shields. I might still have the receipt," Will earnestly replied, going over to his desk and pretending to search through a stack of papers. After a long enough time searching so that it didn't appear that he had set it up he produced the receipt. "Here; this has the date, time, and my credit card number, and I signed the original. This is for my half of the meal, we did split plastic. I never sign my copy," he said triumphantly. It looked legitimate to Hanna, but to clinch it he said, "Let me give you Sam's number. You can call him right now, while I'm here and can't warn him about your call. Go ahead, it's 627..." Hanna interrupted him. "It's OK. I believe you; it's just that my friend was so sure that it was you." "I've got a common face," he smiled. "Do I know this friend of yours?" "You met him once or twice, that's why he thought he recognized you." "Well if it was me and I recognized him, don't you think that I would have gotten out of there? By the way, what bar was it?" he innocently asked. "O'Keenan's Pub, on Central," she replied sheepishly. "I have been there, but not Friday night, and certainly not with another woman," he smiled. "I'm sorry," Hanna said, melting into his arms. "It's just that our relationship would be over if you were, so I had to confront you with it." "I understand," Will said, giving her a passionate kiss. "If the tables were turned I would have done the same thing." Sensing that Hanna was ripe for make-up sex, he stroked her arms, kissed her neck and shoulders, and ended up having her ride him cowgirl to a completely dazzling orgasm! After that night things progressed swiftly between Will and Hanna. Will decided to cool it with other fuck buddies for a while, especially after Hanna made it clear that their relationship would end if it wasn't exclusive and he had been lucky to dodge the bullet fired at him at O'Keenan's Pub. Will's interest in marriage increased significantly when he had one conversation with Hanna that started out light but progressed to a more serious subject. "Well, sweetie, if I ever did ask you to marry me -- and I'm not saying I will," Will chuckled as Hanna poked him in the ribs, "where do you see us living?" "Well, although I've never really thought it through," Hanna started out with a mischievous look on her face, "there are two bedroom units in the apartment complex next to mine that we could easily afford since the rent is 36% less than our present combined rents and one becomes available on average every 45 days." "Oh, you never really thought it through, huh?" Will laughed. "Don't interrupt," Hanna giggled. "Once I turn thirty and get my trust fund then we could pay cash for a house in the Abermar Subdivision which is in the best school system in the state. They have houses built from five to ten years ago on three quarter acre lots, most on cul-de-sacs, and many with solar hot water or photovoltaic panels." Will said "I hear that's a nice place," but he wasn't really thinking about the Abermar Subdivision -- his comment was merely instinctive. What he was thinking about was "once I turn thirty and get my trust fund." Will knew that Hanna's parents were wealthy, although they were far from ostentatious and never talked about money. It was there easy lifestyle, their beautiful home, expensive cars, and charity events that they hosted, that made it clear they were not living from paycheck to paycheck. He had never heard of a trust fund. He had to find out about it, but proceed with caution. "You are one, smart, thorough sex goddess, aren't you," he said, holding Hanna's hands and placing a few quick kisses on her lips and cheeks. "I'm not sure that your research is complete, however; I've heard that the average price of a house in Abermar is almost a million dollars; no way that we could afford that unless we rob a few banks." "Yeah, right," Hanna giggled. The price range of homes there is roughly $800,000 to $1,200,000, less than half of the last statement I saw for my trust fund. It wouldn't be a problem." "Sexy, beautiful, smart, kind, and rich!" Will exclaimed as he kissed her again, and then quickly changed the subject. The next day Will did some checking on the wealth of the Paxon family. From publicly available documents, including real estate tax records on properties they owned, it appeared that they had to be worth in the neighborhood of at least $50 million. Hanna could easily have a trust fund of more than $2,000,000. Plus, he never had any reason to suspect that she had lied to him about anything; she was the most honest person he knew. His interest in marriage suddenly escalated. Will never mentioned the trust fund again, but a month after its revelation he asked Hanna to marry him. Hanna had fallen in love with him and gleefully accepted. The reception by her family was not as gleeful. Hanna's father and brothers found Will a suspicious character. While they didn't actually doubt that he was enamored with Hanna -- "what hetero male wouldn't be" -- was their legitimate reasoning, they didn't see him as a long term faithful spouse. In fact Hanna's father, Jim, had had a background check performed on Will that turned up some disturbing, though perhaps not "disqualifying," episodes. A bad loan, two misdemeanor arrests but not convictions, a job with little hope for advancement, credit cards nearly maxed out, and a poor relationship with the female members of his family. While Jim never told Hanna about the background check he did tell her brothers, Gil and Goren. The three of them resolved that if Hanna was determined to marry Will that they would support her, but that they would do everything in their power to protect her, including financially. At an "impromptu," as far as Hanna and Will knew, family meeting Jim brought up the subject of a pre-nuptial agreement. "So, Hanna, do you want to use my attorney for your pre-nuptial agreement?" "I hadn't really thought of one, daddy," she replied, as Will's eyes widened. "Well I'm sure that Will knows that whenever someone has a trust fund that a pre-nup is standard procedure, don't you Will?" Jim asked as he, Gil and Goren all stared at Will. "Uh, well, I'm not sure I've heard that," Will stammered out. "Well you're certainly not marrying someone as beautiful, sexy and intelligent as Hanna for her money, are you?" Goren posited, staring even more intently at Will. "No, uh, of course not," Will replied trying to sound a little miffed that he would even be asked that question. "Of course he's not, Goren," Jim chimed in, slapping Will on the back. "I'll have my attorney send you a boiler-plate pre-nup, Hanna, that will be reciprocal and protect both your and Will's interests." "OK, daddy," Hanna chimed in with a smile. "In view of Will's obvious love for you and his reasonableness, I've got a little pre-wedding gift for you two," Jim said. "Will, I know how much you love red wine, and therefore I've purchased twelve bottles of Harlan Estates flagship red wine. I hope that you'll open up a bottle for every milestone in your married life; but this is not just for everyday use," Jim said while lifting an ornate box containing the twelve bottles from the floor of the pantry to the kitchen table. "Wow!" Will exclaimed. He fancied himself as a connoisseur of red wines, so he knew that each bottle had to be worth more than $700. He had always wanted to taste it. "Can I handle a bottle?" he excitedly asked. "Tell you what, son," Jim replied, although he almost choked on the word "son." "Why don't we enSaray the first bottle together the day you and Hanna sign the pre-nup, and the second the day you get married, with the others at yours and Hanna's discretion?" "What a great idea, Dad," Gil chirped while slapping Will on the back. "I tasted this wine once a long time ago, Will, and I know that someone with your educated palette will love it!" Will didn't even realize that he had been manipulated. The idea of a pre-nup had never occurred to him, but he wasn't really upset about it because it was clear that this family was going to embrace him and he would benefit from their wealth. Plus, he could always work on Hanna after they were married to modify it. Two weeks later the family gathered for the pre-nup signing. Will understood enough of it to know that neither party had any claim to what the other brought into the marriage, including Hanna's trust fund, and that it would expire after ten years of marriage. He was surprised to find that it also included a clause that if either had intercourse with another after marriage, proven by clear and convincing evidence not just a preponderance of the evidence, that they would have no claim to alimony from the other party. As naïve, gentle, and trusting as Hanna was he knew that he could work around that -- she would never find out. Will loved the Harlan Estates wine, and Jim made sure that Will got a triple share of it. Aside from banging a married woman from his past who was in town on business while Hanna was fortuitously at an out-of-town conference, Will didn't fuck anyone besides Hanna after the pre-nup signing and before the wedding. He promised himself that it was just one last fling, and that he would actually try to stay faithful to Hanna once they were married. The wedding, along with the toasts with the Harlan Estates wine, went well. Will's female relatives seemed to be somewhat dour, at least toward Will although they were friendly toward Hanna, but didn't put a damper on things. The honeymoon in Hawaii -- paid for by the Paxon' family -- also was wonderful. Will treated Hanna like a groom should, and in return Hanna made a concerted effort to fuck his brains out. He did board the plane home bowlegged. The first two years of the marriage of Hanna and Will went well, primarily because Will was getting great sex and Hanna's income allowed them to live better than he had before. They did move into one of the apartments Hanna had scoped out, and it provided a close commute for both of them. However, Hanna had to insist that they pull out bottles of Harlan Reserves only for their first and second year anniversaries, not for every little milestone that Will wanted as an excuse to taste the $750/bottle wine. Shortly into the third year of marriage, Will started getting antsy. It may have been due to the fact that Hanna started lobbying for kids; Will maintained that he wasn't ready for them and shot down her every attempt to convince him. Or, it may have been because Hanna continuously got recognition for her success at work, including raises, performance awards, and patented inventions where she was the inventor, while his career stagnated. Regardless of the reason or reasons, his lecherous attitude started rearing its ugly head. Since it was still about four years until Hanna came into her trust fund, and almost eight years before the pre-nup expired, they were too far off in the future to mitigate his behavior. His first affair was with Joyce, a temp that worked in the same office as he did for a month. She dressed slutty, looked slutty, and was slutty. Even though Hanna had never really denied him any reasonable form of sex, since Hanna was so refined and intelligent he knew for sure that she would never even allow him to attempt the type of degrading sexual acts that he had loved in the past. Will had no problems engaging in degrading sexual acts with Joyce since she was a slut and degradation was something she feasted on. Will was happy with this situation for several months because he knew that Joyce was not exclusive with him and he didn't want her to think that they needed to be. She was fulfilling his base needs, and he was still getting fantastic conventional sex from his wife. The relationship ended only when Joyce moved away to get a full time job. Even though Hanna picked up upon a few comments about "Joyce" from infrequent interactions with Will's co-workers, she didn't really suspect an affair, although Will's performance in bed had tapered off some. When she asked him about Sarayce he had a convincing lie about how a couple of the single guys in the office had exposed her slutty demeanor and were banging her. Hanna believed him. After Joyce, for the next ten months or so Will sought out loose women wherever he could find them. When he started "working late," something that Hanna didn't think that insurance adjusters did, spending more money than he brought in for things that Hanna couldn't identify or trace, and when his sexual performance tapered off, Hanna confronted him. "Will, you don't seem to be as active in bed or don't want sex as regularly as you did. Is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, where would you get that idea. You're a great wife," he replied. "What is the reason then?" "I guess I'm just tired from working," he replied, shrugging his shoulders and trying to change the subject. "About that, I didn't think that insurance adjusters worked late. What do you do when you work late?" "Well, of course I'm not normally doing adjustments, but sometimes for an emergency I do. But most of the time it's office work, trying to help my boss out with reports to headquarters, etc., trying to get a raise." "Well, have you talked with him about that?" she asked. Will's attitude started to change. "What the hell is this, the third degree? I don't like all these questions," he snapped. "I'm trying to get a handle on any problems that may have arisen. I want us to be in a good position in our relationship to have children..." she said, starting to get distressed. "Fuck off; I told you I don't want any brats now, and there's no problem. I'm going out," he yelled storming toward the door. "Where are you going?" she pleaded. "Where I won't get the fucking third degree," he snapped, slamming the door closed as he exited. In fact, what he did was go to the apartment of his newest fuck buddy, Sara Collins. He found her high, if not drunk, and proceeded to fuck her despite her initial protests that he needed protection. He fucked her the whole night and didn't show up back home until six in the morning to get changed for work. Hanna was concerned by Will's actions, and despite her trusting nature was especially concerned that he might be having an affair. She was so concerned that she actually went for STD testing and was pleased, and almost surprised, when she found no problem. Over the next several months she tried everything in her power to find out what was happening with Will. She talked to him in a non-accusatory manner, she confronted him, she begged him to go to a marriage counselor with her; nothing worked. Since Will was often gone at night, Hanna started working more at an at-risk woman's clinic, something she normally volunteered at three times a month. She increased her schedule to eight times a month. The work was extremely socially productive and made her feel good at the same time. She got to the point where she was being assigned individual cases that she continuously worked with; she normally had two or three cases at the same time. Her second case assignment was a woman named Sara, an attractive woman in a slutty way. Sara was uneducated, and only worked part time in a menial job. She was five months pregnant, and had a hard time coming to grips with what she needed to do to prepare to be a single mother. The first few sessions Hanna gave her standard nutritional information, arranged for her to see one of the charity's volunteer obstetricians, and helped her deal with her landlord and workplace. After Hanna gained her trust, Sara started opening up to her. Hanna started to like her because even though she was not someone endowed with great brain power, and had had a rough upbringing, she was kind and tried to see the best in people. After gaining Sara's trust, as the charity she volunteered for required, Hanna started to inquire about the father, and whether she could get some support from him. "I'm real sure I know who it is, because he nailed me when I was drunk and didn't use protection, and every other guy I was with did," Sara opened up to Hanna. "What's his name?" Hanna asked. "I'm really embarrassed," Sara said, looking down and wringing her hands. "I only hooked up with him a dozen or so times, and it was just recreational sex -- except for when he nailed me drunk. I only know his first name, Will." Hanna tried not to show her surprise or concern. There are lots of guys named Will, Hanna told herself -- but that didn't stop her from further inquiry. "Do you still see this guy?" "No. Once I tested positive with a home pregnancy kit I told him the baby had to be his because he was the only one who porked me without protection," Sara replied. Then with a stammer she continued, "He got real mad, called me names, denied that he was the one, then took off. That was more than two months ago, and I haven't seen him since, and I don't know how to contact him." Don't Mess with Her "Was he married or single?" "He told me that he was divorced," Sara responded. "Describe him," Hanna said, squeezing Sara's hand for support. "Well, he was about six foot, six one, slim build, brown eyes, light brown hair, good looking, average size dick, and a mole on his hip," she said. Hanna was floored, but recovered. "Let me see if I can do a little investigation," Hanna said, then squeezed her hand again. As Hanna left the charity that evening, she was livid. For only the second time in her life she was so angry that all she wanted to do was destroy someone -- namely Will. She didn't dare go home because she might kill him that night and while she would be happy about that, she wouldn't be happy about spending time in prison. Hanna sat in her car for hours. She thought about how Will had refused to have kids with her and now would be having one with another woman; how it was now clear that he had been cheating for a year, not just with Sara but with others; how he had taken advantage of Sara by forcing unprotected sex on her while she was drunk and then not taking responsibility for his actions; and how he had been using her money to support his infidelity. When she regained control, Hanna went and checked into a hotel. She called Will and told him that she was helping a woman from the center that was in crisis and wouldn't be home that night, and without waiting for a real reply terminated the conversation with a small scream then, "I've got to go, Will, I'll call you tomorrow." Hanna took the next day off of work and went to see Sara. She showed Sara photos of six men, including Will, and she immediately identified him as the father. Hanna didn't react to it; in fact she pretended like the identification was unexpected. Hanna then talked Sara into a blood prenatal paternity test, a safe and accurate test that needed a health professional only to draw blood from the mother (10 ml) and father (5 ml); the womb is not touched. Getting the blood from Sara was easy; now she had to get it from Will. Hanna called Will at work. "Honey," she started out, almost choking on that word. "We're getting a new and better health plan at work that will cover you 100% now, so you don't have to pay for your health plan any more." "Great, Hanna; how did it work out with the woman in crisis?" he replied, a little miffed. "Oh thank you for understanding, honey. It worked out as well as could be expected. I didn't get home until after you left for work, though -- and then this health insurance thing came up. We need to act on it promptly because I put it off -- sorry," she said with an apologetic tone. "OK, if I can stop paying for insurance. What do I have to do?" he mumbled. "A nurse will come by your office today when it is convenient for you and do a quick physical, including taking a very small sample of blood. That's all! When is convenient, honey?" After fumbling with his calendar Will replied, "2:00 p. m. is fine, I guess." "She'll be there then; thanks again, honey, gotta run," Hanna signed off. Hanna paid for rush service to have a nurse from a roving health care organization go get the blood sample from Will and do a fake short physical while she was at it. She then submitted both blood samples to an organization specializing in prenatal DNA testing. The results would be available in five days, giving Hanna the time she needed to effectuate her plan. Since Hanna's last promotion she was not responsible for accounting for all of her time on a specific project. She had eight projects that she supervised so she could spread her time over several labs of the large agricultural chemical company she worked for, giving her time to do her own research or project without being missed elsewhere. The chemical that Hanna was interested in was a fungicide called "carbendazim." Hanna's company did not make, sell, or even have research quantities of carbendazim because it is extremely toxic, is known to destroy testicles of mammals, and has other gross environmental disadvantages. However, with her expertise Hanna knew that she could make it herself. It took Hanna three days, working on the project about three hours a day, to make the quantity of carbendzim that she required. After manufacturing it and putting it in a syringe she destroyed all evidence of her work, and her company reports indicated splitting time on the eight projects that she supervised. Hanna's most difficult task was not making the carbendzim but acting normal until she was to spring her trap. She did the best she could, even having sex with Will one night; in fact she gave it her all during that session, which she was certain would allay any suspicions that Will might have about what she was up to. The day after sex with Will, while he was at work, she injected a bottle of Harlan Reserve wine with the syringe. The only possible indication that the carbendazim had been introduced into the bottle was a small puncture in the lead sheath around the cork, and the cork itself. When the prenatal test results came back five days later it showed what Hanna knew that it would -- that Will was the father of Sara's baby. Through another charity that the Paxon family supported she had her parents make anonymous donations to make sure that Sara would be able to effectively care for the baby, including getting her new housing, furniture, formula, diapers, and other essentials. Hanna also arranged for Sara to get a higher paying part time Sarab at the charity. Hanna never told her parents what the anonymous donations were for. Late afternoon of the day that the test results came back Hanna made sure that her fingerprints or DNA were not on the poisoned bottle of Harlan Reserve. Then she placed it so that it was easily the most accessible of the bottles remaining, and put a small nick on the bottom of the bottle so that she could be sure to identify it. She had all her most valuable things removed from the apartment to her parents' house and left Will a note. "Dear Scumbag: Actually calling you a 'scumbag' gives scumbags a bad name. I found out for sure today that you are the father of Sara Collins' baby. Do you remember her? Maybe not since she's just one of many of your fuck buddies, so you may have forgotten her. You wouldn't have kids with me, but you screwed other women without protection, including Sara when she was drunk. How could you justify paying for your trysts with money I made? Obviously I'm divorcing you and it won't be for 'irreconcilable differences' so that anyone who checks public records will know what a scumbag you are. I'm going to see the most bad-ass divorce attorney in the state tomorrow morning and hope that you'll be served by Monday. I'll be seeking return of all money you spent above your salary since it obviously went to supporting your lecherous lifestyle! I've removed some of my stuff, but not all. Do not touch any remaining items that are mine including the entire spice rack, the Sabathia Knife set, the Harlan Reserve wine, the crystal decanter and glasses, or the Delft china -- they're mine and they'll be gone by the end of the day tomorrow. Do NOT try and contact me -- if you do I'll get a restraining order against you and have it served at your workplace. With total disgust, your soon-to-be ex-wife, Hanna." Despite Hanna's admonition to Will not to touch the Harlan Reserve or to call her, she knew that he would do both. He called her that night, drunk; she recorded the conversation. He told her that he had consumed a bottle of Harlan Reserve and was on the second one, he had broken the crystal and china, was throwing out the spices, and had plans to use the Sabathia Knives to cut her to pieces. Once Hanna was certain that he would be passed out, or suffering from the carbendazim, she surreptitiously returned to her apartment wearing gloves. She thoroughly flushed with water the bottle of Harlan Reserve that had the carbendazim in it and rinsed it with small amounts of wine from the almost finished second bottle, removed the metal wrap and cork that had been penetrated with the syringe, and in their place put a wrap and cork from a bottle of Harlan Reserve from her parents' house. First thing the next morning, Hanna -- acting completely distraught -- called the police and reported Will's threat. She asked to accompany four officers to her apartment. They found Will there, writhing in pain on the floor of his bedroom. Broken china and crystal and bottle of spices were strewn all over the place, and of course there were the open bottles of wine. The police cuffed Will and had an ambulance transport him to the prison wing of the local hospital. At Hanna's urging they taped off the apartment as a crime scene so that no one could enter it or remove evidence since she convinced them that she would be swearing out a warrant for theft and destruction of property. Since carbendazim was not something normally located on a tox screen, the doctors at the hospital could not initially determine what was wrong with Will. After two days they called in an expert from a University hospital in an adjacent state. After a thorough examination of Will, including examination and testing of his testicles, the expert ordered a more detailed tox screen to test for carbendazim and a few other possible poisons. By the time that the second tox screen results came back the next day Will was long past hope that his testicles could be saved. He had essentially been chemically castrated. Once the cause of Will's condition was determined, the police initiated an investigation. The wine bottles, and almost every other food item or container in Hanna and Will's apartment, was tested. No trace could be found of carbendazim. Management and co-workers at Hanna's place of employment were interviewed. They all were consistent in assuring authorities that carbendazim had never been in their facilities and that if someone were to purchase it there would be a paper trail since it was a highly controlled substance. Hanna cooperated fully in the investigation. She admitted to everything about how she found out about Will's affairs and getting Sara pregnant, identified the note, crumpled up on the floor, telling Will that she was divorcing him as one she had written, and was honest about everything -- except, of course, making the carbendazim and placing it in a bottle of wine she was sure that Will would drink. The police never had any evidence allowing them to charge Hanna so the case went cold. However, with Hanna's persistence, including personally seeing the District Attorney, Will was charged with theft and destruction of property. In a plea deal was sentenced to six months in prison and supervised probation for two years, and ordered to reimburse Hanna for his actions. With the pre-nuptial agreement, Will's conviction, and a separate lawsuit Hanna filed against him for return of funds he spent on his trysts, the eunuch Will gave up. He agreed to a divorce degree dissolving the marriage because of his infidelity, and giving him nothing except his car and clothing. Hanna was 'magnanimous' and paid for one year of climate controlled storage of his possessions, so that they would be available to him once he got out of prison, and $2,000 cash when he was released. After Will was in jail, as Hanna and her brother Gil walked out of the Courthouse once the judge had entered her final divorce decree Gil turned to her and peered into her eyes. "I see that you learned something since the John-Samantha incident in High School," he said with a smile. Returning his smile she said "Why Gil, whatever do you mean?"