108 comments/ 139772 views/ 82 favorites Eat Your Fuckin Cake! By: Saxon_Hart A word from Saxon Hart: Just a quick note for those who have read this one before. First; I have included the original ending after the story, no need to e-mail me for it. Second; While it was originally edited, I have gone through it and tightened it up. I saw many things that were missed in the original edit and I cleaned those up, as well as doing a few changes to improve the flow. I hope you enjoy this..... * Author's note. First I am going to answer a question that may come up as you read this. The answer is yes I know the difference between Burt Young, the actor; and Neil young, the rocker. Burt makes a funnier looking lawyer I think so I went that way. SH "One more outburst from you, Mr. Ericson, and I will hold you in contempt of court!" The judge's face turned a bright shade of red and I had to stifle a chuckle at her almost comic expression. "Mr. Young, I strongly advise that you get a rein on your client." I had been warned a few times already, but it's hard not to say "fuck" when "fuck" is a staple of your vocabulary and you're dealing with fucktards like the judge. I once had a guy tell me that he'd never met anyone who said "fuck" more than I do. Maybe I do say it a lot. I have to admit it just flows without thought. Just as I started to speak I saw the judge tense up and Burt Young, my attorney and soon to be partner in the law firm where he worked, warned me to not speak so openly towards the judge, unless I wanted to spend a night in jail. The court recorder stifled a giggle as I am sure they were bracing themselves for the torrent of f-bombs that were likely to fly from my mouth On the other side of the court room my ex best friend, his wife, and my soon to be ex-wife sat nervously looking around the room. Robin, my soon to be ex, looked shamed and downtrodden. Bruce sat there with defeat on his face and Cheryl; his wife sat looking pissed off. She obviously didn't like all of their dirty laundry being aired in court. So by now you might be wondering about the events that led up to me being admonished by the simpleton fuck in the black robe about my conduct in her sham er, I mean court room. It all started one day, we'll call it Tuesday, because it was a Tuesday. My name is Jack Ericson. I am a 32 year old foreman in the city maintenance department for the city of Stonemoore, Colorado. I started with the city two days after I graduated high school. In winter I plow the major thoroughfares, in summer I do whatever needs to be done. Robin works a few hours a week at the church as a break from her housework. Our city maintenance department is split into four quadrants. Each quadrant has its own supervisor, and a foreman. I am not that supervisor. I never went to college, and use common sense so I could never get the position. Also I avoid having anyone's dick near my mouth; another disqualifier. Usually if a supervisor tells a crew to do something, they will ask someone like me before they waste their time. All of the foremen were promoted into their jobs while supervisors were directly hired. Monday evening had brought one of those nasty ass June thunderstorms that produced a lot of high wind and hail. My quadrant got hit the hardest with the wind and hail so we had a lot of tree limbs and other debris to clear out of streets. I had six crews going around with dump trucks picking up that stuff. I drove around in a pickup with a list of street flooding complaints. I'd check each complaint area to see if storm drains were blocked with debris. If they were I'd call out one of the two vacuum trucks I had at my disposal. I also had four street sweepers running all day long. In the afternoon I surveyed problem alleys to see if we'd have to bring in gravel soon for them. None of my three parks got mowed; I'd have to get crews on that in the morning. My wife Robin and I had a nice four bedroom two story home in an older neighborhood. We couldn't afford to live with the rich folk on the southwest side of town, but we didn't live in the east side gangland either. We got along fabulously with our neighbors. Tom and Jeri McBain lived next door, Ron and Cindy Wood lived directly behind Robin and I, and my childhood friend Bruce Harris lived behind the McBain's with his wife Cheryl. All four households got along so well that we had no fences separating our back yards. Bruce and I have been friends since we were in middle school. I got him in more trouble than he knew how to get out of and to make matters worse, his parents were extra religious while mine gave less than a fuck about "What God said." Dad often told me as long as I didn't knock some girl up or cost him a bunch of money he really didn't give a fuck what I did. Most of the time if Bruce's mom and dad were going to nail him for something I'd tell them I did it and he was mistakenly blamed. I know they hated me so their opinion of me didn't really matter. Bruce grew up to be as religious as his parents, if not worse. He went to a bible college and became a preacher. He is the pastor at one of the local churches. I don't go to church except for Easter and Christmas. Robin, on the other hand, goes to church religiously, pardon the pun. While Bruce was at Bible College he met Cheryl. Cheryl could have been a Playboy playmate. Cheryl is 5'7" 110 pounds, blonde hair, blue eyes, and had 36D-24-34 figure. With all of that going on she is a prayer machine. Bruce is like the yin to my yang, but there isn't a damned thing I wouldn't do for him. Or so I thought. I got home on Tuesday evening to find that I had to warm up leftover meatloaf from Sunday for dinner. I really didn't mind doing that, but my wife hadn't actually cooked a weekday meal in a few months. I wanted to sit and put away a twelve pack, but the red dot on the calendar for that day told me I could have one beer with dinner and no more the rest of the night. Red dot days were the days I was on emergency stand by and could get called out at moment's notice to handle some issue. I ate my dinner while Robin showered. I wished she'd spend as much time paying attention to my cock as she did in the damn shower. It was 7:00PM and I wasn't sure if I'd see her again that evening. I got a half assed "How was your day?" when I got home and that was about it. This bullshit had been going on now for a couple of months and I was getting a bit tired of it. The worst part was our sex life. We used to get it on three maybe four times a week. In the past three months I had gotten Saturday night sex twice, missionary only, and two weak half assed tug jobs. She didn't even seem to notice me anymore, and that night was no exception, so I watched the Rockies play the Padres on TV and wished I could get my Jägermeisteron. Around 10:00 I was contemplating going to bed when my phone rang. I figured it would be Bruce bitching about the Rockies' bats failing miserably that night, or asking me to have my guys do something around his church, but it was the city/county dispatch calling to tell me of a water main break on the north side of town near the Birchwood Mall. I packed a few snacks in my lunch cooler, and headed out the door. I almost went upstairs and told Robin what was going on but decided "Fuck her!" She didn't seem to give a shit anyway, so let the cunt figure out on her own that I wasn't coming to bed. I got to the city yard and got the keys I needed. While I was waiting for my crew, which would be made up of guys from every quad that night, plus a supervisor from the city water department, and four of their guys, I hooked a trailer up to the new Kenworth dump truck and loaded a Caterpillar backhoe on it. By time I was done loading that my crew was there and we all headed for the place where we figured the break was. When we got there it was obvious that the North West crews hadn't gotten to the storm sewers here because the street was flooded. I sent a couple of guys back to get a vacuum truck. It was 1:00 in the morning before I pierced the pavement with the backhoe. With all of the water still on the street it was slow going. By 3:00 we had the pipe exposed and began hauling away the mud I had dug out of the hole. We would have fresh dry sand and gravel from the city gravel pit to fill the hole back in. At 8:45AM the water guys had finally reconnected the pipe and tested their join. The building inspector Ok'd the fix around 9:30 and by noon we were ready to re pave the area. Since the paving would be handled by a separate contractor I was able to get the equipment back to the yard by 1:00. At 1:45 I was pulling into my driveway with the knowledge that I was off work until Friday now. I unlocked the door and went inside. Robin didn't appear to be home. She was off doing whatever the fuck it was that she did all damn day, which lately didn't seem to include housework. I went into the kitchen to grab a beer and a sandwich. I had just closed the fridge when I heard the unmistakable sound of a woman getting the fucking of her life. I seemed to be coming from upstairs. I listened for a moment and was pretty sure the sound was from upstairs. "No wonder you don't fuck me anymore you filthy whore," I said to myself as I headed out of the kitchen. I opened the coat closet and pulled my Kimber Custom Crimson 45 from its hiding place and made my way up the stairs. The sound was louder upstairs. I could see the door to the master bedroom was ajar so I walked stealthily up to it. I jumped through the door and leveled the pistol at the bed. No one was there. I quickly checked the bathroom just off of the bedroom and it too was deserted. Back in the hall I was left with two choices. The guest bedroom door was closed. "At least she respected our marriage bed" I thought to myself. I opened the door and once again leveled the pistol at an empty room. The only room I hadn't explored was Robin's craft room. I pictured her bent over her sewing table with a cock flying in and out of her cunt. I kicked the door open and jumped into the room ready to kill. The room was empty but the sound was loud in there. When I noticed the window overlooking the back yard was open, I looked out to see if she was fucking in the back yard. I saw that needed to mow my grass, but no one was in the yard. As I scanned the yards around my house I got the shock of my life. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?" Tom and Jeri have a pool. I looked that way and saw Tommy and Brenda, the McBain children, fucking like rabbits on a chaise lounge by their pool. Tommy was a junior in college and Brenda was due to start her freshman year in the fall. She'd had a crush on me since she was twelve or so, and I absurdly wondered if she thought of me at that moment. Neither one of them was anything to look at. Brenda did have a killer body though, and her bountiful jugs were wiggling wildly as Tommy pounded her. Then it struck me that I was witnessing incest. "I thought shit like this only happens in Mississippi and places like that." I said to myself. I knew I shouldn't watch, but it was like a train wreck. I just couldn't look away. I wondered if Tom or Jeri had any clue this shit was going on in their home. I doubted it. They weren't as straight laced as Bruce and Cheryl but I doubt even the wildest people I knew would condone that. "I bet they're watching us. Look at them Bren." said Tommy. "Oh fuck that's so hot." said Brenda. She looked to her left and I followed her gaze. I could see Bruce's bare back in the upstairs window of his house. He was obviously fucking Cheryl. I thought I'd hang for a few minutes as that might have been the only chance I'd ever get to see Cheryl naked. Then Bruce and his partner turned around. "MOTHER FUCK!!!!!" I yelled so loudly that the sex stopped in the yard below. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Bruce was fucking my Robin!! I froze, not sure exactly what to do. I raised the pistol up and took aim at Bruce. Movement below caught my attention at the last second; it was Tommy and Brenda running stark ass naked for their house. I looked back up intending to send some lead Bruce's way, only to find that they had left the window. "Motherfucking god damned filthy fucking whore!" I yelled as I went down the stairs. I stopped in my den long enough to grab my Mossberg Bull Pup and slam a hand full of 00 Buck shells into the mag. Bruce was going to die. The whore was going to die. Cheryl's fucking cat and parakeet were fair game as well, I was going to kick his door in and lay waste to him and his whore. I tucked the pistol into the waist of my jeans and headed out of the door. I stopped about halfway down my driveway and just stood. I now understood a lot of things. I knew why my house wasn't clean. I knew why my meals came out of the freezer. I knew why my cock was neglected. I knew why the cunt took so many fucking showers that they were ready to name the city reservoir after me. I walked back up my driveway and got into my truck. I backed out and left tire marks on the street as I headed for Lowe's. On the way I contemplated everything I knew now. She never cooked anymore because Bruce was wearing her out. She couldn't operate a mop or vacuum cleaner while she was getting her freak on either. Biggest question I had was; "Why would the two people in the world I was supposed to be able to count on the most stab me through the heart like that?" I was on auto-pilot. I got to Lowe's and went directly to the door section and picked up three new lock sets. Jeannie at the paint counter waived at me and I almost didn't notice. I half assed waved back. When I got home Brenda and Tommy were waiting in my drive way. "What do these perverts want?" I asked myself. They looked like I was going to march them off to the gallows. Brenda offered me a sheepish smile. "We're sorry to have disturbed you Mr. Ericson. We didn't mean to offend you, it's just..." I cut her off. "Look, I give less than a shit if you two fuck each other until your pussy falls off. It's none of my business. You guys aren't even on my radar of problems right now." They turned sheepishly and walked toward their own house. I felt Brenda's eyes on my ass as I walked into my house. I set the lock sets down and went to find my tools. As I approached the kitchen I felt my blood boil. There sitting at my table was Bruce. "What the fuck are you doing in my house you stupid cock sucker?" "I came to talk to you as a friend..." "Friend?" I laughed bitterly, "Fuckin A that is rich. With friends like you who needs an enemy? Do you think I am just going to say 'Hey Bruce ole buddy how was my wife's cunt this morning?" "Jack it doesn't have to be this way. We..." "Your right O Bruce Old pal o mine. Do me a favor and hand me that butcher knife." I slid a knife across the table to him. He looked at it and then looked at the Kimber in my hand. "Come on Jack," he said a tad bit shakily. "You can't seriously expect..." "PICK IT UP FUCKER! You love Jesus so damn much I want you to meet him! Now pick up the fucking knife and let me put the make my day law to good use, you trespassing piece of pious shit!" Bruce jumped up and ran for the door. He stopped on the porch and turned back, "Jack we've been friends forever. Are you willing to throw that away?" "I lost two people dear to me today Bruce. But I think when I get past all of it I'll realize it really isn't a loss. Where's Robin?" "She's at my house. She's afraid to come over here." "You tell her she has five minutes to get her cheating ass over here if she wants even the slightest chance of staying married to me. Now get the fuck off my property before I risk prison just to feel better." Bruce scurried off and I wondered how long it would take Robin to drag her cheating ass home. Four minutes later I wondered no more. I heard her sniveling and sobbing long before I saw her. I bet people wondered what was going on when they saw Robin walking up the sidewalk crying her eyes out. She reached to hug me and I moved a step back. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself." "But I love you baby. There's no one I want to spend my life with but you." "Let's go inside, these assholes around here don't need to know our business." I went into the living room and sat on my favorite chair. She sat on the love seat and asked me, "Would you sit here next to me?" "Fuck no." I have never liked uncomfortable silences or pregnant pauses so I jumped right in. "So how long have you been fucking that shit heel?" "He loves you like a brother. He's your best friend Jack." "Was my friend. I doubt it. Friends don't fuck their friends' wives." "It's just sex. I still love you." "What a fucking crock of shit! It's just sex. Whoever thought of that fucking excuse needs to have their head caved in with cinder blocks." I yelled. "There's no need to be angry. You still have me, I'm not going anywhere." "The fuck you aren't! You are choosing Bruce over me and our marriage. You can't give me five minutes of your time anymore but you can bend over for him at the drop of a fucking hat. How fucking wonderful." I felt a headache coming on and put my head in my hands. She started getting up and walking towards me. "Sit the fuck back down. I hope it is worth a decade of marriage that you are tossing in the shitter babe." "I'm not tossing our marriage out. We can stay married. I'll just have sex with Bruce. I just love the way his cock feels in me. I don't love him, just his cock. He says I can come take care of your needs once or twice a week." "Well, isn't that mighty fucking white of him? I think I'll just go find myself someone else to take care of my needs." "NO! You're my husband and no one needs to have sex with you except for me! We are still man and wife." "Not much longer at this pace. Ex-wife is more fitting for a cunt that drops trou for a hypocritical cock sucker like Bruce Harris." "No," she cried. "Please don't talk like that. I love you with all of my heart, but I love Bruce's big penis too. You just need to understand. Bruce has it all planned out baby. We all can be happy." "Oh I fucking understand perfectly. You wish to have your cake and eat it too. " "It's not like that at all." "Then fucking explain it to me damn it!" "I can't. You'd never..well um, I think...Bruce wants me back in three minutes." "What the fuck are you babbling about, you fuckin' nimrod?" She looked like I had slapped her. "You've never called me names. You've never talked this way to me. What's gotten into you?" "Oh well, let's see what might have me a tad bit on edge. It might have something to do with the fact that I haven't slept since six AM yesterday morning and I worked all damn night. Or it might just be that I got home to find my wife fucking a guy that wasn't me. YOU STUPID FUCKING CUNT!" She was crying and headed for the door. "That's it you filthy whore. Go to Bruce; go get some of the thick cock your whore ass craves!" She turned around at the door. "I don't see why we can't keep things like they are right now. It's not like you are home all the time. I can be his while you are at work and four or five nights.." I slammed the door so hard I thought it splintered. "FUCK YOU!!!! GO EAT YOUR FUCKING CAKE!!!" I yelled so loud that my throat hurt for half an hour afterwards. I sat with my back to the door for a while doing something that made me feel quite unmanly. Dad would have whipped my ass if he'd seen me with tears. So I sucked it up and got on with my tasks. I changed the lock sets on all of my doors and recoded the garage door opener. At four I decided to take a break. I was dragging ass and needed to sit. I flipped on the TV and tuned into Jerry Springer. "How fitting today. A show about incest and cheating whores." I didn't make it very far with Jerry as exhaustion took me. Eat Your Fuckin Cake! When I woke up it was well past nine and some asshole was knocking at my door. I got out of my chair and went to the door. It was Bruce. "What the fuck do you want asshole. I oughta beat the ever-loving dogshit out of you for being on my porch." "I need a favor from you man." "Well if you don't fucking take the fucking cake. I don't have a girlfriend yet for you to fuck shit head. Try elsewhere." "Robin needs you. She's over there bawling her eyes out. Can't you call her and tell her that you're not angry and that everything will be all right?" "I tell you what. She loves your dick so much, have it tell her everything will be OK. I'm fucking done with both of you. What's Cheryl gonna say when she finds out you're fuckin Robin?" "She knows. She's happy you know so that the sneaking around can stop. She wants you two to stay together though." "Get your sick perverted ass off my porch. Tell that whore that her shit will be on the porch in the morning so she can get it. Any door knocking will be met unkindly." I slammed the door again and went to find a cold beer. I'm still not sure why I did it, but I took my cold six-pack upstairs and sat in Robin's craft room and watched out the window. Soon it dawned on me I should have the video camera to collect evidence for divorcing of the slut. I went and got the camcorder. As I sat watching the back of Bruce's house for activity, movement next door caught my eye. Jeri McBain was out at the pool. She was wearing a robe and I hoped to hell it stayed on or barring that, that she was wearing a one piece bathing suit underneath it. Jeri might be the nicest person in the world, but damn! She fell out of the ugly tree and did a double dip on every branch, and unlike her daughter, her body wasn't a pleasing distraction from her face. Tom isn't much better, so it baffles me that Tommy and Brenda are only unpleasant to look at and not downright fugly. There must be some recessive genes at work there. Well, god just wasn't smiling on me that day. Jeri removed her robe and dove into the pool. I turned my attention back to Bruce's house. With the camera on the night vision setting I could see Cheryl and Robin sitting on their back porch swing. They weren't talking loud enough to hear so I didn't bother trying to record them. I saw headlights splash across the back of Bruce's house and I knew that Tom must be home. He manages a restaurant and works late most nights. He went straight to the pool and started stripping. "What the fuck did I do to deserve this?" I asked myself. I watched Bruce's until I heard the splash of Tom entering the pool. They cozied up and embraced and treaded water. I could hear their conversation perfectly. "How was work babe?" "Busy as hell. I had to fire Juan for smoking weed on his break." "You warned him. I heard something interesting today." "Oh? Do tell." "Jack kicked Robin out today." "What?" "Yeah, he actually kicked her out today." "Has he lost it? Those two would die without each other. I always figured she'd throw him out for his foul mouth. You have to be wrong." "According to Tommy and Brenda, when they were cleaning the pool," "They were cleaning something all right," I thought to myself." "They saw Bruce and Robin in Bruce's window having sex. I guess Jack must have been at home for some reason. They heard Jack holler a profanity and saw Bruce and Robin quickly stop their activity. They said Jack left the house and came back with a Lowe's bag and changed the locks on the house. I guess later Robin came over and when she left he slammed the door and called her a whore." "I can't believe it," said Tom. "I'll have to see Jack tomorrow and make sure he's OK. I would like for you to stay away from Bruce. I always thought he looked at you and Robin a lot closer than he should have." I shuddered at the thought of Bruce mentally undressing Jeri. The sick fuck. "Brenda said she was going to take him a cake tomorrow to cheer him up. She's always thought highly of Jack." "He's crude as hell, but I can't think of anyone else I'd want on my side. I saw him this morning working on a street by the mall." "Was he wearing a hard hat?" "Yes. You and your construction worker fetish. Maybe I can get Jack to model it for you." I shuddered again. Normally a guy loves to hear that a member of the fairer sex finds him attractive, but for the first few weeks that we lived next to Tom and Jeri I thought they were a gay couple. Jeri can look quite manly. "You're so bad," she told him. "I can't for the life of me figure why Robin would rather fuck Bruce when she has Jack at home." "You're starting to make me get a complex." "You know you're the only hunk for me my sexy man." When I realized that a fucking was afoot I decided to go to bed. I wasn't sure I'd sleep, but if I did I didn't want to have nightmares about Tom and Jeri knocking boots. I turned a radio on just for some noise and heard the Heavy Metal/Grindcore show playing on the college radio station. I lay there listening to kick ass tracks by Carcass, Deicide, and Obituary. Just before the show was over, they played Cannibal Corpse's "Make Them Suffer." As I listened to the song I realized I wanted to make Bruce and Robin suffer. So as "Corpsegrinder" Fisher admonished me to "Make them suffer, Make them suffer, Make them suffer," I said; "I will Corpsegrinder. I will." I was awakened the next morning by some douche bag pounding on my door. I shook off the last vestiges of sleep and went down to see who had an early morning death wish. I open the door, ready to yell at Robin for disturbing me, only to find Cheryl Harris. "Oh, it's you. What the fuck do you want? Robin's shit isn't packed just yet." "I don't want you to pack her stuff Jack. I want you to let her come back home." "And here I thought you were going to ask for some unreasonable shit. I'm going back to bed." I started to close the door and she put her hand in the way. "Wait Jack. Why are you doing this? Robin is hurting for you and you won't consider her feelings." "What's to consider? She wants to be with you and Bruce more than she does me. I am allowing her to be with you two and I am staying out of the way." "Bruce and I can't have her live with us. We have an image we have to protect." "You fuckin perverts should have thought of that shit before you pulled MY WIFE into your sick game." "Why can't she live with you?" "Really? You don't see a problem here? I gave her a chance to stay. She chose your husband's cock over me. The most fucked up thing about it is that you don't seem to have a problem with it, but I do. Now leave me the fuck alone will you?" "She still loves you Jack. We didn't want to take her away from you. We love her and you as well. I hate to see you throw your friendship with Bruce away." "He's dead to me. So is she." "You can't mean that Jack. She will still take care of your needs." "Oh. Why didn't you say so sooner? I feed and board her. Buy her clothes, car and everything she needs. She continues to fuck you two, and I get tugged off once a week. Bruce gets his harem and doesn't have to pay upkeep. FUCK THAT!! Do I get time with you?" "Sorry Jack. I am a one man woman." "A one man woman." I said bemusedly, "Man I'd sure like one of those. Well then, that's what I have to go find. Tell the cunt her shit will be out here in an hour or so." "Come on Jack. Stop acting like a cave man and join the modern age. Bruce and I have an image to keep up for our church. We can't have Robin living with us." "Well, it sounds as if you have a dilemma. Sucks to be you!" I slammed the door and went to make me some bacon. "Fuck their image." I said to myself. I can't believe anyone thought I'd go for this stupid idea. They want to appear squeaky clean while having wild sex with my wife. Corpsegrinder's words came back to me.... "Make them suffer." I called a guy that I worked with and asked him who had handled his divorce. He walked away with almost all of his hard earned assets when he caught his wife sleeping with her brother. Hmm, that incest thing seemed to be prevalent. He gave me the name of the law firm. It seemed that Crosby, Stills and Nash specialized in representing men who didn't want to get royally fucked over in their divorces. I called and got an appointment that afternoon for a face to face with one of their best. Then I packed all of Robin's clothes and toiletries into bags and put them on the front porch I boxed up a lot of the shit I knew she'd want and added those to the pile. Finally I put her car keys under the floor mat and went to the bank. At the bank, I canceled all of the credit cards and closed my bank account, and reopened one in my name only. She had a card in her name that I didn't know about until then. I gave them Bruce's address so they could send him the bill. At one in the afternoon I went to the law office. I had hoped to get David Crosby; he had a reputation for making quick work of any divorce attorney. Those he couldn't easily beat, he hired. The secretary instead showed me into the office of Burt Young. He was a scruffy guy, but his record spoke for itself. He sat there and didn't say a word as he looked over the files I had brought in. Then he called his paralegal in and told her something and the girl left with my paperwork. "Mr. Ericson, I think we can get you everything you want and take the preacher down a notch or two. Do you have photo or video proof?" "No, but the neighbor kids saw them too. I just want her out of my life. I don't care what she does after that." The paralegal brought in a bunch of papers and I started signing. Burt explained what each one was and why it was necessary. Then he gave me a list of things I needed to do. I had already done a few of them. I gave him his retainer and went home to nap. Robin's stuff was gone when I got home. There was a note taped to my door. I took it inside and lay down on the couch. Springer was on. The note was from Robin, imploring me to allow her to come home. No mention of giving up Bruce's cock. Burt and I had decided to serve her and Bruce with legal papers at church on Sunday. I got a kick out of the idea and decided I'd attend. There were over fifty messages on my answering machine connected to my landline. All deleted in one fell stroke. With the aid of beer I was able to sleep well that night, and when I went to work the next morning, I set to fixing Bruce's wagon. First, I called up the city accounting department. I had allowed my crews to haul several loads of gravel to Bruce's church for nothing. I had kept the tare slips, and now I knew why. Janis assured me the bill would be entered as late/unpaid so Bruce would be getting a call from the collection department. At $45 a ton plus another $30 a load transportation cost, Bruce now owed the city $7500 for gravel and would be getting a visit from the building inspectors since he never pulled permits for the work. I also wondered out loud in front of the water company supervisor if they had a compliant water meter. I knew they had an older residential model and would have to cough up $1200 to replace it. Bruce knew I kept them from paying the piper on a lot of things. "Make them suffer!" I was going to bankrupt the prick. I also knew of several home projects Bruce hadn't done properly. Building inspectors now knew of those. Bruce would pay out of the nose to get it all straight. I knew he'd call in a while pissed off. I told my supervisor what I was doing with the tare sheets. Just as I knew he would, Bruce called at noon. "What are you trying to pull Jack?" "What do you mean?" "You know what I mean. Building inspectors telling me I have to undo the whole parking lot. You said everything would be fine." "Well it seems I forgot to turn in a bunch of paperwork, but don't worry; I'll be reprimanded." "I hope they fire you." My supervisor came in just then. He knew who was on the phone. "Jack about that late paperwork, remind me to put a scathing post it note in your file." "I'll have to get a post it note to remind me to remind you." "Ok Jack, try not to do it again." "Oh that was some reprimand Jack," said Bruce. "I'm surprised he didn't fine you a nickel." "He did file all of my tare slips Bruce. Be expecting a bill." He hung up rudely. The rest of the day passed normally and I ended up at "Mawby's Bar" that evening for a beer or three. Quite a few city workers and cops frequented Mawby's and by eleven many of them had heard my story, either from me or from one of the several who had heard it earlier and a full out campaign of harassment was underway. One buddy on the police force mentioned that Bruce might get pulled over more often now. My new fishing buddy on the fire department decided that the church might make the inspection list on Monday and the Fire Marshall would give it his full attention. "These churches are always out of date on something." he said. "We usually don't enforce the code too harshly with them, but I think Tony will feel that the safety of the congregation and the church's neighbors might be worth considering." Sheila Torres, a secretary for the county clerk's office, mentioned that the assessor might discover an error on Bruce's property tax assessment for last year and a past due amount might have to be dealt with. Make them suffer indeed. Saturday morning I was working in my garage. I had tried to work in my back yard, but between the half-naked genetic misfortunates next door, and the swinging assholes behind them, my back yard was anything but a haven. I was cleaning up a cabinet I was restoring when I heard a furtive noise behind me. "These fucksticks just never learn, do they?" I could literally feel eyes boring into my ass. I just knew it had to be Robin. I spun around to tell the whore to hit the bricks only to lock eyes with Brenda. "Um, hi Jack, er I mean Mr. Ericson." "Hi. What do you need Brenda?" Looking at her, I thought whoever coined the term "butter face" was definitely gazing upon Brenda McBain when he did. She definitely had a body to die for, and at the moment she wasn't covering much with her bikini and a sarong. I could feel my dick involuntarily rising, but thinking of her extracurricular activities with her brother killed it. "I have a video you might find useful Mr. Ericson. I took it a week ago." She handed me a USB stick and allowed her hand to linger in contact with mine. Meanwhile my eyes locked onto her tits. I looked at her face again to control my cock and saw undeniable lust in her eyes. She blinked and it was gone. "Um, I have chores I have to do, but I thought the video on there might help you in your case Mr. Ericson." "I'll look at it as soon as I can Brenda. Thank you for bringing it." She turned around and headed out off the door and looked back over her shoulder. I saw something in her face, but couldn't place the look. "It's my pleasure to be of assistance Jack. Have a good one." She had never openly called me anything other than Mr. Ericson. I put the memory stick in my pocket and continued on with my tasks. I finally got my lawn mowed and only had to endure Robin screaming and wailing from Bruce's balcony for most of it. I put buying a loud mp3 player on my to-do list. I kept hoping Tom and Jeri would call the pigs, but to no avail. The whole family abandoned their pool and opted for the AC in their home. Around five I decided to head over to Joe's Pit Bar-B-Que for their famous melt in your mouth rib platter. As I was eating, John Brandon, Cheryl's brother, came in and spotted me. John was an engineer for the city/county road and street department. He and I had worked together many times and had a good rapport. I wasn't sure what to expect from John so I pretended not to notice him. He told Ramona, Joe's wife and longest standing employee, that he had a to-go order and paid. She told him it would be a few moments and I thought I was home free. Next thing I know John is by my table. "Hi Jack. I haven't seen you in ages." "John. I have been pretty busy, seems every time we get one storm cleaned up and dealt with another two roll through." "Yeah I hear that. We are going to open bidding next week for replacing the Johnson Street Bridge. You guys will get some of the tasks for that but the commissioners want it to be mainly contractor work to keep public crews freed up for other projects." "That sure would be nice. We need to get at least a hundred pot holes filled and three park irrigation systems to repair. So how's life treating you?" I couldn't tell if he was fishing for information or if he didn't know anything yet. We made small talk for a few minutes and then he said, "I understand the drainage at my brother's church has come under scrutiny and he'll be paying some large dollars to the city for the upgrades. I am glad someone is finally stepping on that dirt bag's toes. Remind me to never get on your bad side Jack." He clapped me on the shoulder, "See you around Jack." He went and got his food and left. I finished my meal and left. I stopped at Chang's Liquor and bought a bottle of vodka and went home. I was just about to sit in front of the TV when I remembered the USB stick that Brenda had brought me earlier. I popped it into the port on my laptop and opened it up. I saw only one file and opened it. I was treated to a shot of Brenda, leaning out of her bedroom window. She wasn't wearing anything below the waist and had her fingers working in and out of her cunny. Damn she had a delectable ass. I watched for a minute and I realized she was saying something. "Oh babe I hope you know how you turn me on. God I'd love to jump on your cock. Oh, Oh, Ohh." I began to recognize the sound of my lawnmower coming in through the open window. I remember several times that she had watched me mow. On the screen she had just came and was shaking her ass with ecstasy. I was about to fast forward to find out if there was anything pertinent to me on the video, when Tommy came into the room. "Hold it right there young lady. Are you Jack-terbating?" I cringed knowing I was a regular sexual fixture in the McBain household. "I am Tommy. Pretend you're him will ya? Fuck me and make me believe it's him." At this point I started scrolling through the video. After about a minute of the incest and bromance hour, I saw what had prompted Brenda to bring me this video. I wish she had erased the other parts, but I think she wanted me to see her rubbing one out. Tommy had stopped in mid stroke and grabbed the camera. Soon the screen was filled with Robin, Bruce and Cheryl in a threesome on their terrace. I felt so stupid that they had done this with me only fifty yards away. I knew I had evidence now I could use in my divorce. I made a phone call to a guy who owed me a favor; the video would have another purpose before we ever got to court. Make them suffer. For the first time in ages I was up early on Sunday morning and ready for church. I had my morning coffee and a bagel and read the news. At twenty minutes 'til eleven I drove to the Vinewood Presbyterian Church. In the parking lot I saw three other people, who, like myself, likely didn't frequent Bruce's services. I followed them in and nonchalantly took a seat in the third pew I came to. I looked back and caught the eye of Robert Donavan who operated the audio, video system for the services. Robert worked on my park crew and owed me a favor or two. I looked at the bulletin to see exactly when I would have my fun. It would be after the offering plates were forced among the masses which would work perfectly. The choir entered, Cheryl and Robin walked in close together. I wondered if any of the blue haired old bags had any clue what the minister's wife and the first alto had been up to the night before. Eat Your Fuckin Cake! Bruce came out and began babbling about forgiveness being most important in the eyes of God. I almost thought that he knew I was in the audience. I didn't once hear the seventh commandment mentioned though. We sang a few tunes about Jesus, and then the plates were passed around. I knew that when the plates were gathered, they were delivered to Robert at the audio/video console. He would count the money during the sermon so that Anne, the church secretary, could deposit the money on her way home from services. About ten minutes after the offering, we reached the part I had been waiting for. Bruce says a prayer welcoming all newcomers into the house of God. Then he asked that all of the guests attending please come forward and introduce themselves. My three "guests" all stood from their various positions around the congregation and went to the pulpit. The little fucker next to me started to tell me to go, but his mom stifled him instantly with a pop to the back of the head, I had to chuckle. Bruce shook hands with each and asked them to introduce themselves. A young brunette spoke first. "I am here to see Cheryl Harris." Cheryl, looking puzzled came forward as the brunette handed the mike to a pimply faced red haired kid. "I'm here to see Robin Ericson," he said. Robin came down and joined Cheryl in front of the three. Pimples handed the mike to their boss's son Neil Young. "Bruce Harris, Cheryl Harris, and Robin Ericson, you have all three been served." With that the three simultaneously pushed documents into the astonished lovers' hands. At that point Bruce got his microphone back and asked "Why have you defiled my sanctuary this way?" As if on cue, Robert streamed the video clip that I had carefully edited to protect my disgusting neighbors, on the bid projection screen behind the pulpit. The image of Bruce, Cheryl and Robin writhing naked around the patio was larger than life in front of the congregation. I saw four or five old biddies reaching for their Jitterbugs and I knew the cops would be here soon. One old lady approached Bruce and wracked his nuts with her cane. At some point during the melee, Robin read her paper and let loose a blood curdling scream. I was headed for the door and turned to see who was murdering her ass. Unfortunately, both she and Bruce saw me and she came running. Bruce couldn't have run if the Nazis had been coming to toss his ass into an oven. I spun for the door to only be met by a pig who must have been at the donut shop across the street. Days later after all of the dust had died down and the DA had refused to file charges against me, Bruce had the privacy fence installed that his restraining order against me required. Sure, I wasn't allowed anywhere near his church, except on city business, but he wasn't allowed to harass me either. Even better, Robin was included in the order and only allowed to contact me through Burt Young. Sonny Bono, our assistant DA had even chuckled a bit when I told him how I had slipped the USB stick into the collection plate for Robert to find. Bruce had been screaming for me to be charged with trespassing, but since it was a public service he didn't get far with his squawking. Robert was relieved of his duties, but due to Bruce not wanting any more publicity, he didn't say a word when Robert took a job at the Presbyterian Church across town. Burt Young called me two days later to inform me that we'd go before "The Honorable" Sonia Kagen in two weeks to begin proceedings. "She can be a real ball buster. She tends to give the wife more leeway than the husband, but since you already own the house there's not too many ways she can screw you. She always gives alimony to cheaters though, which makes me a bit nervous." My immediate supervisor is a kid just out of college. I pretty much call the shots in my quad since he never over-rides me. He knows I know the shit and leaves it at that. The supervisor of two other quads are easy going but don't let their foremen have as much control, but they'll get out there and work with their crews. It's best if my supervisor stays in his office. Marvin Taylor is the supervisor for the worst quad in town. He neither gives his leads any reign. Nor does he help his crews. Marvin is one of those guys you just walk the other way if you see him coming. Dick is probably the best term for him. Most guys say they'd rather pull their ball hair out with pliers than spend five minutes talking to Marvin. Most of us believe he caught some member of city council sexing up their dog, or he was the mayor's gay lover, and that's how he has managed to keep his job this long. Luckily I rarely saw Marvin. Every great once in a while he'd actually see me in my office when he had nothing going on and stop in. Today he obviously had nothing pressing and graced me with his presence. I knew that if he managed to have a five minute conversation and not say anything racist and/or sexist, it would snow five feet tomorrow, even though the Fourth of July was only a week away. "So Jackie boy, I hear tale that you are getting as divorce. What happened, she catch you with your schlong in the cat's poop chute?" I wasn't about to tell this fuckstick the truth. "No, I just got tired of her shit." "Do you have a judge yet?" "Yeah, Judge Kagen is hearing the case." "That horrifying cunt? She fucked my boy royally in his divorce. Gave that nigger lovin' whore he married the house and the kids, and Jeff get to pay for both. I hope you have a good attorney Jack. Jeff went in with some kike he found in the free ads." I wondered if Marvin ever thought about the shit he spewed. He managed to defile two races in one fell swoop. I wondered if he ever talked this way in front of Jimmy Raines. Jimmy was Marvin's foreman, and was 6' 5", 240 pounds and African American. Jimmy had played linebacker for the New York Giants and on the surface appeared as if he would kill you for looking at him. I learned however, that after a beer or two, Jimmy was a fucking riot! One evening we were at Mawby's and had been drinking for at least three hours. Each time one of a group of five frat boys would approach the bathroom, Jimmy would get up and haul ass in there; eye-balling the frat boy all the way. They finally left without ever going to the head. Jimmy thought it was fucking hilarious. Zeke the bar tender, who was 6 foot five and went 320, politely asked Jimmy to "stop fucking with the college queers" and told us that our next pitcher was on him. Jimmy was a great guy, but I have my doubts he'd find humor in Marvin's rampant use of the "N" word. It was Jimmy that saved me from Marvin's further bullshit by appearing and telling him that they needed to get out to the site where his most inept crew, they were all inept because once guys realized what a jerk off Marvin was they transferred or quit, were replacing a storm sewer drain. As Marvin and Jimmy moved on down the hall I said a quiet prayer of thanks for Jimmy and his timely appearance. In two weeks I'd be in front of "that horrifying cunt" and I doubted Jimmy could put in an appearance and get me out of that one. "But hey," I thought to myself, "Maybe it won't be all that bad." "What the fuck hind of stupid commie pinko bullshit is this?" On the bench in her black robe judge Sonya Kagen sat un-flinching as a torrent of filth erupted from me. This stupid bitch had actually ordered my stupid soon-to-be-ex-whore's request for couple's counseling to be undertaken. When I had stated I wouldn't go she threatened me with jail. I turned to Burt "Come on mother fucker! You gottta tell this bitch that the therapy shit ain't flyin.'" I looked at the judge and said "I just want to be rid of this skanky cunt and her preacher fuck pals there." Bruce hung his head as if he wanted to disappear. Cheryl was pissed off and if looks could kill I'd have been on my way to St. Peter long before that particular speech. Burt had subpoenaed the Harris' as material witnesses. They had fought it only to be threatened with a "failure to appear" charge if they didn't show. Their congregation had already dwindled to the point that Bruce's two Sunday services for 150 or so parishioners had become one service for ten who either couldn't find another church or just went to see if an orgy might occur, and three representatives from the main church in Denver planning to get a new parson in to replace Bruce. The once proud choir of 20 was now Cheryl, Robin and old Charles Brown. The organist had quit so they had canned hymnal music for the three stooges to caterwaul to. I laughed anytime I thought of Bruce's once proud church being taken from him and handed to a more capable rector. I turned to Bruce and pointed, "You, you pious cocksucker. You have got to be..." BANG BANGBANGBANGBANG The pounding gavel shook the room. I turned to see one furious bitch glaring at me from the bench. "One more outburst from you Mr. Ericson and I will hold you in contempt of court!" The judge's face was a bright shade of red. I had to stifle a chuckle at her almost comic expression. She turned to Burt who shrank back as if about to be hit. "Mr. Young I strongly advise that you get a rein on your client." Burt turned to me and said, "Come on Jack. You better get control of yourself or you'll end up in jail rather than moving on." I let out a deep breath and spoke. As my mouth opened I could feel the tension in the room. No one knew what was going to fly out of my mouth next. "Your honor, I will attend the therapy sessions as you have ordered. But I'd rather you didn't waste anyone's money on this farce. Especially mine! I will attend as I stated before but there is no hope of reconciliation with that wh..I mean my ex-wife." Robin burst into tears and the judge and Burt looked relieved. The stenographer however seemed to be disappointed. I heard a stifled giggle and looked back to see Brenda McBain in the gallery watching intently. "I do order marriage counseling Mr. Ericson. You ARE ordered to attend and pay for no less than four sessions with a court appointed therapist." I saw Burt wince as she said that. "Fuck." I said hopefully not loud enough to be heard by the bitch in the black robe. "What was that Mr. Ericson?" I turned ready to let the bitch know just what I said and what I meant by it when Burt grabbed me and sat me down. "My client," said Burt as he did, "Your honor, my client and I can't comprehend why counseling has been ordered when Mr. Ericson has made it so colorfully clear," this drew a chuckle from the gallery, "that he has no interest in saving his marriage or spending time with Mrs. Ericson. He is further exasperated by having to pay for his counseling when all he wants is for his marriage to be dissolved so that he can move on with his life" That fucking Burt sure knew how to lay the shit on thick. "Mr. Young, I will allow weekly sessions so your client may be better informed within a month. Will that suit you?" He fixed me with a glance, "Yes your honor. It suits my client just fine, although I would like to have the therapist office be made aware of the no contact orders." The judge looked at her secretary and whispered something and got a nod from the secretary. "Okay then, we'll set the next hearing for one month." Burt and Robin's attorney went to the secretary's desk and whipped out their diaries. After a few minutes of pointing and shrugging, Burt retuned to our table and wrote the date and times for therapy and our next court date. "You don't have to participate Jack, just show up and don't get violent." Three days later I was sitting in Dr. Abby Landers' reception area, hoping that Robin would not come bee-bopping in at any time. I had arrived at the precise minute I was told to and still had been waiting twenty minutes when a door popped open and the receptionist told me to go through. It dawned on me to wonder just then how this appointment had been set up so quickly. I knew people usually waited at least a month for the first appointment. I went in and was greeted, well, I'm not sure greeted would be the proper term for the welcome I received to Dr. Landers' office, but she did say "Hello." "Jonathan Jacob Ericson the 2nd. Would you prefer I call you John, Jonathan, or Jacob?" 'I prefer Jack, if it's all the same." "Mr. Ericson I see you are the 2nd, but no son is listed. Might I ask how this came to be?" "My grandfather was John Jacob Ericson. My father is Laars Wilhelm Ericson, named for his grandfather. Dad didn't want to hang Laars Jr. on me so he opted to name me for grandpa." "Interesting. So I now think I can see a pattern of macho behavior stemming from generations back." I tried to control my temper, but this bitch already had her blame face on. She started rambling on about how men in general still held on to archaic ideals about owning their women. My mind went to a better place as she prattled on. I was murdering this old bag in as many ways as my mind could conceive. I almost asked her if the last time she had sex were there cars, or did she suck cock on horseback. After a while, she looked at her watch and buzzed her secretary. "Send her in Laura." A buzz came from a door across from the one I came through, and it opened to reveal Robin. She was dressed in a blue mid length skirt I had bought her and a sheer white top. She wore six inch heels that accentuated her legs and made them not look so knobby. "Brenda would look fucking hot in that outfit."I thought to myself, and then screaming out of the other side of my brain, "Where the fuck did that come from?" I had never had a truly sexual thought about Brenda McBain in the entire time I had known her. So where was thinking like that coming from? I suddenly realized that Hekyll and Jekyll were staring at me, so I shrugged of the thought and said, "Huh?" Dr. Landers said, "I said, I think we'll let Mrs. Ericson go..." "Her name is Robin Mayer. Do NOT refer to her as Mrs. Ericson again." "Oh, touchy subject I see. OK, Robin will go first." I had noticed a change in Dr. Landers'demeanor since Robin walked in; but not towards me. The whole thing had the feel of a rehearsed show for my benefit. Robin didn't have tear one in her eye and the good doctor was offering her a tissue. Then as if the tissue was a cue, Robin began crying. "Just take your time dear and share your feelings. Nothing you say in here will be wrong." Dr. Landers told her. Robin sniffled once, then took a deep breath and sighed, and then began. "I have always loved this man. Ever since I first saw...." The psychobabble in the room was thick. She hit on all the cheating cunt key points. First and foremost, "It's only sex." I wondered if she'd buy that horseshit from me if I'd been caught with my pickle in Rebekah Sanders' pickle jar. Becky was Robin's best friend in college. The night that Robin dumped Jim Smith for me, Becky hooked up with him. From that point on Becky has been known as the whore of all whores. "Jack works a lot of hours sometimes, and I feel..." Cheaters excuse Numero dos. "Feeling neglected or un-romanced. I don't know what the bullshit about my hours was. I worked from 7am 'til 4pm Monday through Friday. I had only been called away at night four times in the past year and a half. "My first time with Bruce was all about curiosity. I had heard that Bruce had a larger than normal....." Ah, skank point number three. Curiosity! How many worthless cum-dumpsters over the ages have used the excuse of "Wanting to know what a bigger cock felt like" or "how sex with a different man was" as an excuse to go grab some non-husband schlong? As she went on about that I recalled exactly how I had hooked up with her. Homecoming meant more to some at Southern Colorado State than it did to others. Others went and supported the team, no matter how bad they got creamed. Most of us just knew that the parties were going to be out-fuckin-rageous. Willy Barnes' bon fire and drunken fest on the eastern prairie was no different than any other bash around town. Willy was forty five years old, but held the bash on his uncle's ranch every homecoming without fail. The old pervert got off on the possibility of college and high school girls shucking their clothes and him getting to roam about and watch. Willy got arrested five years later when six girls complained that he raped them and charges stuck for three of them. Homecoming of Robin's junior year was truly special as the Fighting Farmers actually won their game. Now half of the opposing team had stomach flu, but SCS won, and that was all that mattered. I wasn't a student, I worked for a living and hoped one day to afford some classes. I worked part time for the city, and part time as campus maintenance. Since the team won, we were told we didn't have to clean up until Sunday morning so we could party and only clean the place up once instead of twice. My friend Jerry Barnes, Willy's cousin, invited me to the big do on the ranch that evening since we were free to get our freak on, Jerry's words, not mine. By eleven o'clock I was fairly buzzed. About half of the crowd had disappeared even though the parking lot wasn't much emptier. A few cars were rocking but most seemed to be un-occupied. I figured since the barn and other buildings were likely full of fornicators as were the pastures, I was safe to throw a piss in the parking lot. I walked out and stopped in front of a car that seemed to be un-occupied. I proceeded to whip my wang out and hose down the grill and front bumper. As I was stuffing Mr. Happy back into my drawers, I stumbled and bumped into the car. I started falling and braced myself by placing my hands on the hood. As I did the headlights came on and my dick was in the spotlight. I couldn't tell much about the guy, but the little brunette who'd been sucking him off, eye-locked on my meat. I hollered out "Oops! Sorry!" and stuffed my prick back into my jeans and wandered back to the bon fire. I had just opened another beer when I saw the blow job brunette from the parking lot. I move toward the other side of the fire so that she wouldn't notice me and point me out to anyone as "the drunk fuck that pissed on her trick's car". I was passing a group of frat boys that knew me and all had to shake my hand and tell me how much they loved me. Funny thing is only one of them who really knew me was a guy I gave a jump start to the past winter. As the guys were doing the drunk brother love thing, I felt a hand brush my ass. I spun to see the brunette walking away and wonder what had happened. The next morning as I was dressing for work, I got my wallet out of the jeans I had worn to the party and felt something in the other hip pocket. I pulled it out and saw that it was a note. "If you like what you saw as much as I liked what I saw, call me at your earliest convenience...Robin" A phone number was written at the bottom. I spent most of the day cleaning up debris from the celebratory students and wondering if the note was genuine. During my final break I decided to give the number a call. "Hello?" "Hi, May I speak to Robin?" "She's not here, can I take a message?" "Tell her the guy from the party called and he liked what he saw." I left my number and went back to work. I then wondered if I had left my number for some chick that wasn't the brunette. I might have been baited into dating the skankiest whore on campus, or the ugliest transvestite around for all I knew. That evening as I was settling in to watch the Bronco game I had taped earlier, my phone rang. I picked it up without even looking to see who was calling. "Yeah?" "I don't know your name, but I've seen your package." said this moderately gruff but feminine voice. I was thinking my number had been given to a tranny for sure. "Should I just call you Big Dick?" Eat Your Fuckin Cake! "Nope. Jack will work just fine. Robin is it?" "Yes it's Robin. Sorry my voice is hoarse from yelling at the game yesterday." "Yelling at the game or??" "Listen, would you like to meet me at Frankie's in, say an hour? I'd like to see your face better and show you I'm not part of a prank." Were people really giving numbers to trannies as a prank? "Sure. I'll be there in an hour. I'll be in a Shannon Sharpe jersey and jeans." "OK, that's number 13 for the Chargers right?" "No. Number 84 for the Broncos. Tell me what you'll be wearing it might be easier." She described in great detail what she'd be wearing, and forty five minutes later I was perched in Frankie's Café watching the door. I wasn't wearing the jersey just in case I had to slip out when a Dior wearing dude bee-bopped through the door. Twenty minutes later I saw her walk in. She was wearing exactly what she said she'd be wearing and looking quite hot. As she scanned the room I felt like a schmuck for not wearing the jersey. I stood and waved at her and she headed my way with a puzzled look. Two or three guys stopped her on her way, but she quickly greeted and dismissed each one. "Funny looking Bronco jersey Jack. Afraid of a switcheroo being pulled on you?" "Honestly, I wanted to make an escape if you turned out to be not as advertised." "I guess I can't really blame you there." We drank coffee and ate pie until closing time and then said our good nights. I dated her for at least a month before we got intimate. On the Saturday night that I knew I was going to put my moves on, I called Bruce to tell him I was getting serious with a girl. He told me to make sure our feelings were true before I set her up for heartache. I chuckled out loud as I recalled his words to me. Funny, ten years later she'd break my heart because of him. I realized I had chuckled out loud when I looked up and Robin and Dr. Landers were looking at me like I had just shit on the fruit salad. "Do you find amusement in Robin's pain Mr. Ericson?" "More like amusement in my own pain. I do believe I owe Gary Wayne a much long overdue apology." Robin looked puzzled at the mention of Gary. She and he had dated once but she didn't do anything with him. She had hooked up with Justin Laurey, the guy who she was blowing at the party, two days after their date. Rumor was that Gary just didn't have a big enough cock for her. "Now why ever would you owe him an apology?" asked a puzzled Robin. "Well, it appears I might have punched him in the mouth for telling the truth." "What truth would that be Mr. Ericson?" "He told a buddy of mine that Robin should be nick-named "Big Bird" because she was always seeking out a bigger limb to sit on." "I don't understand Mr. Ericson." "She's a fucking size queen Ms. Landers." Her face got a nice angry red blush when I called her that. Robin just looked stricken "She dumped Gary because he had a small wiener. Then she took one look at mine and dumped Justin. Now she found out my ex-best friend has an even larger cock and jumped to him." "It's just.." "Fucking filthy cunt! If you say "it's just sex" I'll leave now and do my time in jail for contempt. Then I'll move to fucking Iran where they stone adulterous whores to death." Robin and Dr. Landers were both shocked. Dr. Landers appeared to collect herself. "Now Robin. We'll have to realize that Neanderthal thinking doesn't comprehend multiple sex partners in a happy marriage." "What the fuck are you yammering about?" "Mr. Ericson, it seems that many happily married couples enjoy multiple partners. Many husbands who realize that they are not enough for their wives, have no issue with sharing her with a man who is. Many even derive an un-paralleled pleasure from watching their mate get pleasured by a better specimen." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd seen videos and read stories on the internet about these sissy fags, better known as cuckolds. Some of them ended up wearing embarrassing feminine shit and sleeping on a dog bed while their wives fucked enormous cocks nightly. There isn't enough heroin in the world to make me enjoy this flavor of bullshit. "I don't give a flying fuck what these sissy fruitcake cocksuckers enjoy. It'll be a cold day in hell before I watch any spouse of mine getting long dicked by someone other than me. And I'd put a bullet in her head before I'd even consider cleaning her up afterword." "Now Jack, don't you think you owe it to yourself and your marriage to have a more open mind about this? No one said anything about you cleaning her up or even watching. Although you certainly could if you so wished." "Yeah Jack, that would be so hot! I could even service you after." "FUCK YOU CUNT!!! You think I want Bruce's sloppy seconds? I suppose that soon you'd tell me how hot it would be for me to wear little pink panties around while you and Bruce fuck and how close it would make us for me to sleep in a little cage at the foot of the bed," "Oh no Jack. We'd let you sleep in your own bed..." "I am the fuck out of here." I yelled. I'm sure the receptionist was ready to dial 911 at any second. "No Mr. Ericson. If you give other ideas a chance you might save your marriage." "Don't you get it, you thick skulled cum catcher? I don't want to save it! I want out! I want to find a woman who doesn't think the vow about forsaking all others has an expiration date." "No Jack! You are my husband and I won't allow you to have another woman." "Oh? It's fine for you to seek out more cock but not fine for me to find a new pussy? Fuck you! If you think I'm gonna sit back and support your ass while Bruce fucks it you have a screw loose. I'm done. I'm out of here." I stood up. "Mr. Ericson. You were ordered to attend these sessions, and failure to do so will get you put in jail for contempt of court." "I've been here an hour and I don't need to be here any longer." I looked Dr. Landers straight in the eye, "Go ahead and tell the black robed cunt everything I said in here. Tell her how uncooperative I've been. I don't give a flying rat's ass what she does to me. It'll be a cold day in hell before I ever get within ten feet of that skank again." I said pointing at Robin. "I'll also be talking to my lawyers about getting your license pulled you psychotic cunt." Walking out of that building I felt better than I had since this whole ordeal started. I got in my truck and drove straight to Burt's office. He got that Oh Shit look on his face the moment he saw me. "Please tell me you didn't kill anyone." "I'd have loved to, but I didn't. I probably said some words they didn't like but other than that." I proceeded to tell him about the session. I told him about the rehearsed feeling I had gotten from the whole scene. I told him about the counselor's shit attitude towards me. "Jack, you're not the first to complain about this. I don't know what it is but any complaint seems to get swept under the rug. I would have warned you, but I'd likely get hit with threats of tampering charges." 'I'm not going back Burt. That bitch can jail me if she wants, but I'm not sitting through three more hours of this shit. Burt told me he'd have David Crosby make a few calls. "Stay out of trouble Jack. We'll get this over sooner rather than later." I went home and wanted a few stiff drinks. Fuck, I wanted to get wasted, but there just happened to be a red mark on the calendar for the day. I had three beers though since it was still early afternoon and I wouldn't be back on duty until after seven. So I had my dinner and beers and settled in to watch TV. I must have looked like a champ, drinking beer and watching Jerry Springer and pro wrestling. I finished my third beer about the time the ball game came on. In the middle of the sixth inning the thunder started. I walked out onto the porch and saw the heavy black clouds moving over the downtown area. By the sudden chill in the air, I knew we were getting one of those summer hail storms. The look of the clouds told me that Stonemoore might have roofing crews working until Thanksgiving or later. Two storms earlier in the summer had hit the North side particularly hard, promising to keep roofing contractors busy until at least early October. So as the storm raged on outside and reports of power outages hit the TV I prepared to work all night. My own neighborhood got some large pea sized hail, but a few calls to friends and agencies confirmed golf ball and baseball sized hail in the mid-town area. Inevitably the call came, but I didn't spend the night cleaning up from the hail, I and about half of the crew that night were in dump trucks hauling sand and road base to the river dyke. It seems that it had been raining hard every afternoon for the past week in the mountains. That and what was dropped by this evening's storm brought the river up fast and it was threatening two earthen dykes and the Lime Road Bridge. By four in the morning, the Army Corps of Engineers claimed the dyke was safe and the county had a good handle on the bridge, and they set about deciding what repairs would be needed when the ground dried up some. My crew headed out to see where we could be useful. I spent another three hours hauling sand and dirt washed into roadways by the storm away to dry. At nine Friday morning I pulled into my driveway knowing that this time I would not be catching my wife riding Bruce's cock. Mainly because I had no wife and I no longer cared whose cock she rode. I was strumming pretty well on a mix of coffee and NOS energy drinks, but I figured a nice shot of Jagermeister should help me sleep with little or no problems. So I finished my bottle off and lay down on my couch to watch TV. Next thing I know someone is knocking on my door and it is dark outside. The clock on my phone told me it was almost eleven. I looked out onto my porch to see Brenda McBain standing there. "What does she want?" I wondered out loud. I turned on the porch light and opened the door. "I'm sorry to bother you Jack, but there's something I think you need to see. It might help you with your divorce problem." I stood there a minute trying to comprehend what she could possibly show me that would help me with my ordeal. It didn't help that she looked damned hot. She was wearing a tight little pair of shorts, a light yellow halter and for the first time I noticed that her eyes were a beautiful shade of gray. She said something that I didn't catch and then turned and headed for her drive way. Even with my brain on auto-pilot I was able to discern that she wanted me to follow her. She opened her car door and I went to the passenger side and got in. As she drove in silence I caught myself constantly staring at the shape of her marvelous legs. I had thought that Robin and Cheryl had some nice gams; they had chicken legs compared to Brenda. I think she caught me staring a time or two, because her smile would widen. I caught myself staring at her body, almost inappropriately, several times. In profile, her face wasn't as bad as it seemed. Brenda drove me to a group of abandoned buildings downtown. The city had bought all of the buildings in a hope to make revenue from developers that had been buying property in the area about twelve years ago. Funny thing was, every time someone made a bid on these properties, the board that controlled sales of city property nixed the deal. This board was made up of five trustees and all five had to vote for a sale to be completed. Their votes were by secret sealed ballot, so nobody knew who nixed the deals. It had cost the city a great deal in up-keep and security to keep vagrants out. Two years ago they had a ten foot chain-link fence installed to keep people out. We parked in the old power plant parking lot, which seemed to have more cars parked in it than there should be. "Brenda what are we doing here? We could get into huge problems if we're caught." "Come on Jack. You'll see in a few. I'm positive this will help you in a big way." For the life of me, I couldn't figure out how getting arrested for trespassing would help me win a divorce that seemed to be going awry, but I followed Brenda anyway. She came to a spot in the fence and walked through. I got to the fence and saw that it had been cut. I was about to ask Brenda who had cut it when I saw she was thirty feet away approaching a basement window of the old King James Hotel. I caught up to her and she motioned me to the window. She pointed to a spot where I could see light coming out of the window. "What the fuck?" I knew the power had been cut to the building years ago, yet there was light. I looked through and realized why Brenda had brought me here. As I gasped in surprise and took in the scene, Brenda handed me her cam-corder. On the way home Brenda explained to me how she had discovered the goings on at the hotel. "Tommy and I were spying on Bruce and Robin one evening when he mentioned that place to her. So on the following Friday night we followed him and Robin there. I was surprised that Cheryl didn't go" "So, that was Friday night choir practice huh?" Brenda looked over at me as if she was embarrassed that I had discovered another of my wife's secrets. "Don't worry Brenda. I'll keep you and Tommy out of everything. My beef is with the others." "You know, the only reason Tommy and I fuck, is we are both too ugly for anyone else to want to fuck us?" "Where in the fuck did that come from?" I wondered to myself. I knew I had never questioned their activities. "Oh, that can't be true; I bet there are countless guys who would kill to be with you." "May be some guys who'd use me, but none want to be seen in public with me. I've had three "boyfriends" who would date some prudes, and then want to meet me in secret afterwards. I hear the jokes Jack. They call me butter face, you know, 'Killer body, Oh but her face'. And they call me a three bagger; you know a bag on my head one on his in case mine falls off and one by the door for anyone who might accidently walk in. I'm good enough to fuck in the dark and in secret, but not to be dated or shown off in public." "Come on Brenda. It can't be all that bad. If I was a guy your age I'd be all over you." I felt like a true asshole for lying to her, but she was on the verge of tears and she had just helped me out big time. "You have indeed helped me out tremendously and I'd like to take you out to dinner tomorrow evening. So you get all dolled up and I'll pick you up at seven. OK?" "You don't have to give me pity Jack. Besides I am going to Denver tomorrow morning and will be gone until Sunday evening." "It's not pity, and if you want I'll take a rain check on the dinner." She agreed to the rain check, and I got out of the car and went inside. I had the bastards where I wanted them. In the morning I'd make a few phone calls. By Thursday everything was in place. I had called Burt first. "While I have to warn you that what you are doing is considered extortion, I do think it will work. Damn, no wonder that bitch always orders the things she does." My next call had gone to Mike Starr. Mike and I had been buddies in high school, and now he was an investigative reporter for the local TV news. I gave him copies of the video and all of the pertinent details. He had heard rumors about this before and told me they also did it on Wednesday nights sometimes. He was going to stake out the hotel and bust them live on TV. On Monday morning I went into the Head of the City Maintenance Department's office with a proposal that would achieve two things; One I would solve a storage problem we had and all it would cost the city would be some fences. Second it would put access to the hotel out of reach for those I wanted to make suffer. He liked the plan. Since the city already owned the property, all the maintenance department had to do was put a request in with the zoning office. The board that controlled the sale of city property would never be involved since we were only re-appropriating land, not selling it. Since the fences wouldn't cost more than $150,000 we wouldn't need to submit a budget request. As I was walking out of his office he told me he was recommending me for a promotion. "You saved us at least half a million dollars if we get this done, and I am positive that we will. Great thinking Jack! I need more thinkers on my staff." By Wednesday morning we had all of our approvals in line, including all permits we'd need. I was put in charge of over-seeing the move and all of the upgrades we'd need done to the property. A ten man crew was dedicated to my task and I knew within three weeks the project would be complete. Thursday morning we began moving fencing material to the old power plant parking lot. We were going to also use a large chunk of land behind the hotel for snow plow storage and a brand new sand depot. I left work at noon because I had counseling with Dr. Landers at one. At twelve thirty, I walked into the reception room of Dr. Landers' office. The receptionist threw me a dirty look and called into her boss' office. Five minutes later, I was told to go on in and the door buzzed. Dr. Landers looked so fucking smug; it made it all the more enjoyable for me. "Mr. Ericson. I have to say I am a bit surprised to see you here at all, let alone early. I'm glad we can have a few minutes to do some one on one before the session starts." "One on one would be a new concept eh?" "Excuse me Mr. Ericson?" "I just came in today to tell you that I won't be attending this sham any more, nor will I pay for the bullshit." She looked miffed and then got one of those "holier than thou" smiles on her face. "Judge Kagen ordered your attendance Mr. Ericson. You'll go to jail for..." "Fuck you! I won't be going anywhere." "Mr. Ericson, you really should watch your mouth. I'm..." "You're gonna call your partner Kagen and tell her the gig is up. I know about your little swingers club in the basement of the King James, and pretty soon my buddy Mike Starr is going to know about it too. I'm sure various legal and ethical enforcement agencies will be really curious to know why a family court judge and a family slash marriage counselor run a sex club, all the while cheating whores get to ask for and get ridiculous counseling and out-fuckin-rageous spousal support in Kagen's court room. Especially when a respondent just happens to be a member of your club." "There is no such clu..." "Stupid bitch, don't try to tell me there isn't a club. I saw you. I saw them. I saw the elk head wearing a fireman's hat and condoms on his antlers." Her face got paler and paler as I ranted on. I didn't bother to tell her that Mike Starr already knew about their club, nor that I had provided him with video proof. He also knew who kept blocking the sale of the properties. I wasn't sure when Mike was going to blow the lid off of this case, but I knew it was coming. Judge Kagen and her husband likely stood to lose the most. He worked in the DA's office and Stonemoore DA Jim Morrison was always quick to rid his office of anyone who might cause him embarrassment. I turned at the door and looked at a more sullen and dejected Dr. Landers. "Fuck you!" Robin: Twenty minutes later I was somewhat apprehensive when the door into Dr. Landers' office buzzed ten minutes after my session with my husband Jack was supposed to begin. Bruce and my attorney Justin Bieber both assured me that Dr. Landers and Judge Kagen would either convince Jack to be more open minded towards my situation, or make the process so long and drawn out that he'd eventually give up and let things be. I wore a shorter skirt than I did for our first session. I opted to not wear hose this time either. My hair was styled just like he liked and I wore the perfume he bought me for our anniversary last year. Eat Your Fuckin Cake! Dr. Landers looked absolutely stricken when I walked in. I noticed Jack was not there and assumed that Abby had suffered some family tragedy and dismissed him already. I was upset that I wouldn't get to see him today. No matter how black his hate for me was, my love was still strong. I was not allowed to walk down either side of our street or be on the back balcony while Jack was home. "Is Jack risking jail just to avoid the session?" I asked her. I knew she didn't like the "macho man" type of guys like Jack. And with Jack's boisterous attitude and foul mouth she had more trouble dealing with him than many other men. "There's no session today Robin. I'll call and let you know the situation when I know more." She pushed a button and the door buzzed open. I looked back at the once confident woman and wondered what had happened to shake her. I drove to the church to see Bruce since I had extra time. I was looking forward to the swinger's club the next night. I was going to try double penetration for the first time. Bruce was going to be in my ass while Terry Kagen fucked my pussy. I was so wet just from the thought that if I found Bruce alone at the church, he'd get jumped. I wish Jack would loosen up and join in. The thought of my Jack and Bruce fucking me at the same time almost made me cum without even touching my clit. I could even smell my own fragrance as I got out of the car at the church. Bruce was on the phone when I went in. He looked to be in a foul mood, but then again he'd been in a foul mood since Jack found out about us. The look he gave me as I entered his office let me know I'd have to wait to scratch my itch. "That was Terry. There will be no club meeting tonight. It seems Jack found out about it all and has threatened to call his buddy Mike Starr in on the whole club. I don't know how he found out about it, but he now can embarrass a whole lot of people. I'm regretting ever hooking up with you Robin, I swear your pussy isn't worth all this trouble." I was stunned. A few months ago he wanted me over every day of the week. He told me that I was far tighter than Cheryl and a more fun fuck as well. And now with a little push back from Jack I was suddenly out of favor. Just after dinner that night, my attorney called. He told me that we'd been moved up and we had a hearing in the morning. He told me that the only time he'd ever seen a judge move a hearing up like this was because the filing party had dropped their petition for divorce. I asked if it could be a contempt of court hearing for Jack. Justin said he seriously doubted that if Jack was being called before the judge, we wouldn't have been ordered in. He told me to sleep well and that he had good feelings for tomorrow. Bruce seemed to cheer up a bit at my news. "Maybe someone put pressure on him to play ball and keep his mouth shut. There are a few powerful folk that are part of that club. Jack has balls, but no clout." The sex was awesome that night. I must have orgasmed a dozen times. Bruce would be in my ass while Cheryl would work a dildo in my pussy. Cheryl, however, would only allow a small vibe in her ass as Bruce fucked her. She did cum eight times before we all collapsed. At ten o'clock in the morning I was in Judge Kagen's court room. Jack's attorney and another man were in their spot but Jack was nowhere to be seen. I asked Justin if Jack would be in trouble for not being here. "Not likely. He might be off somewhere licking his wounds, what I don't understand is why Graham Nash is here. He hasn't actually been in a court room in six years. Something is definitely going on." Judge Kagen entered and called the court to order. Jack's attorney and Mr. Nash asked to approach. Justin went up as well and the four stood talking at the bench for at least twenty minutes. Justin looked troubled when he returned to my table but I didn't get a chance to ask him before the judge banged her gavel and pronounced that in 90 days the marriage of Jack and Robin Ericson would be dissolved. She then told me that I would receive no alimony or support from Jack. He was being ordered to turn over 25 percent of his retirement to me as well as 40 percent of our liquid assets, which meant cash according to Justin. I asked what had happened, and Justin said "For some reason, Judge Kagen decided to grant Mr. Ericson's petition for divorce." The next thing I knew I was being helped to a seat by an EMT. "Ma'am, can you tell me how many fingers I am holding up?" Within three weeks everything had gone to hell. The TV news did a piece about the swingers' club and all of those involved. Judge Kagen was removed from the bench and the government was investigating with a high probability that she'd be brought up on charges. Her husband was fired immediately and brought up on charges stemming from his involvement with a drug running scheme that was uncovered during the scandal. Justin Bieber was dis-barred because he was discovered to have had sex with a few of his male clients, and he'd thrown cases for Judge Kagen. He was also involved in the drug ring that had been busted in one of the city high schools. Dr. Landers was ordered to repay thirty different clients that Judge Kagen had sent her. She was found in her bath tub with her wrists slit. Her husband was found on the toilet next to her with a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. Bruce was asked to step down from his ministry. His severance from the church would barely cover his moving expenses. Cheryl filed for divorce after catching him masturbating while watching Jeri and Brenda McBain swimming. She said it was because of that but mainly she was tired of his libido leading her to trouble and embarrassment. Bruce blamed me for all of the trouble and told me he wouldn't be taking me with him. I moved into a small apartment with Cheryl until we could get our feet under us. I used most of the money I got from Jack to get our utilities on and helping Cheryl hire an attorney. Bruce tried to hire Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young but they refused him. Instead he ended up with some no named guy he found in the want ad paper and Cheryl cleaned him out. Last I heard, he was in Iowa somewhere preaching in a non-denominational church. I got a job with an accounting agency after my divorce became final. Cheryl worked for a contractor and was dating one of his workers. I didn't want to date anyone. I wanted Jack. Every once in a while I'd walk past our old street and see the "For Sale" sign in the yard. Two weeks ago I saw a "Sold" sign on top. I was distraught and went to buy some comfort food, mainly Haagen Dazs and Chips Ahoy. As I was passing the frozen dinner section, on my way to the ice cream, I saw Jack. He was buying a frozen pizza. Before I knew what I was doing I was groveling before him in the store. I don't remember what I exactly said, but when I stopped to take a breath and wipe my eyes, Jack looked embarrassed and there was a small crowd gathered. "Look," he told me as he helped me to my feet, "I'm moving to Montana next week. If you really want us to try again you can come with me. I have missed you horribly. Be at my house at noon on Wednesday and just climb in the U-Haul. We'll go and make a new start." For the next few days I was on cloud nine. Cheryl asked me if I had met a new guy. "I just might have." I told her. Wednesday morning I called off sick. At eleven I had my few belongings packed and was watching the clock. At eleven thirty I wrote Cheryl a note and left her the keys to my car. I left and walked to my old house. Sure enough there was a U-Haul parked in front. I put my things in the cab and climbed in. At noon exactly, Jack climbed in and started the truck. Soon we were headed north on I-25. I tried to talk a few times. I told Jack how I planned to return to school and earn a degree so I could get a high paying job but Jack didn't seem to be in much of a talking mood. We stopped for dinner in Cheyenne Wyoming. "Look," he told me, "You have a whole lot of hoops to jump through to prove to me that your whole cock seeking behavior is in the past." I assured him that I'd do whatever it took to regain his heart, and we finished our meal in silence. We drove for another few hours. Outside of Casper, Jack pulled into a small motel and got us a room for the night. I was pleased that he didn't get two rooms, but I was dismayed to find two beds in the room. He saw the look on my face and said, "We aren't doing that for a while. I've missed you, but not that much." He crawled into one bed and I lay in the other. I knew I had a lot of ass kissing to do before Jack trusted me again, but at least I was getting the chance. I was smiling as sleep finally overtook me. Las Vegas Nevada, Four years later I had just finished brushing my hair when I heard my husband pulling into the garage. He works as a slot machine technician for three of the major casinos downtown. He's been doing that job for going on four years now and we've been married for three. I take one last look in the mirror and ask myself what he sees in me. I know that I am not even near as hot as the showgirls I know he has to see every day as he works, nor do I have the body to compete with the cougars and plastic Barbies that frequent the casinos. Although rules are in place to prevent the people who work on the gaming machines from fraternizing with the gambling public, my sweetie tells me it still happens. I make sure my make-up is perfect and I go out to greet my man. I'll have to be extra nice to him so that he'll go back out and pick up a couple of pizzas for dinner. I have six of my girlfriends coming over for a study group tonight. I'll be graduating from UNLV in just over a month with my Bachelor's degree in accounting. I know I'll have to keep an eye on Samantha. She is always eyeing Jack's ass when we study. He tries to stay out of the way; most likely he'll go into the den and watch the Rockies play baseball on the satellite. Although I fully trust him not to do anything, Samantha is very young and pretty and she knows it, and has been known to stoop to low moves to get what she wants. I have been through too much and jumped through hoops for too long to let her even think it's ok for her to have at him. Even though he never says it, I know he's nervous about other men around me as well. Of course everything we went through back in Colorado I can't blame him, even though he knows I'll never be with another man again. I am now his and his alone. I go down the stairs as he comes in through the kitchen. "Hi baby. Did you make sure none of the pensioners and tourists take more money from the man than they are entitled to?" "Well hello to you too. I did have to fix a machine today that paid out three extra times last night." "Oh no! Those big fat cats might have to order silver Rolex's instead of platinum ones this week." "As long As they make their money, I make mine. You look really good tonight, must be study night." "Yeah. It's getting to be tougher the closer we get to graduation. You better watch out for Samantha tonight babe. I know she has her eye on you." "Well, unless she's wearing Rockies purple or Dodger blue I won't even notice her. Big game tonight. Winner takes control of the west." Jack sniffed the air like a dog. "Let me guess. I need to go get pizza for dinner." "If it's not too much trouble baby. I'll make it up to you later. Back rub, foot massage, one of my killer blow jobs." "You had me at "If" baby. Not that those other things went un-noticed." "I love you Jack. You are the only man I'll ever want." "I know baby. I love you too Brenda." He turned and went out to the garage and then to get pizza. He and I have been together since he left his ex-wife asleep in some motel in Wyoming. I told him he should have just left her in Stonemoore, but he decided she needed a lesson. So instead of he and I leaving for Las Vegas together as we had original planned, he took off to Wyoming and met me in Vegas three days later. Mom and dad told us that Cheryl left town for California two years ago. She married a contractor she'd been dating since her divorce from the pious perverted preacher and moved to Minnesota. No one seems to know what became of Bruce. Robin rolled back into town about six weeks after Cheryl left. It seems she married some rancher in Wyoming two months after Jack left her there. They had a good marriage until he caught her getting gang banged by three of his ranch hands. During Jack's divorce, he and I got really close. I was always worried about him drinking too much so I took him up on his offer of a date. Before I knew it, we were going on regular dates. We never had sex, and Jack always made sure people knew we were together when we went out in public. I kind of got the feeling that my mom was more jealous than my brother. He was a tad upset when I enrolled at UNLV, so I expected him to be more upset when Jack decided he was moving to Las Vegas to be with me. Dad said even though Jack was rough and crude, he couldn't ask for a better man for me to be with, despite the age difference. When I first got here, I met a cosmetology student who taught me how to use make-up properly. I know I'll never be a movie star, but guys do notice me for more than just my body now. But one man has had my heart since I was twelve years old. Not many girls fall in love with the married guy next door and then end up married to him. I live the dream every day. The chimes of the doorbell shake me out of my reverie. I just hope Jack gets back with the pizza before Samantha gets here. If she doesn't back off, I'll take the advice of one of Jack's favorite songs. I'll make them suffer. Fin You have just read the version of this story as it was originally published. I sent a slightly different version to the person who edited it for me. Shortly after I sent the file to the editor, I realized that I wasn't happy with the ending I had written. As I was showering one evening the published ending came to me. I felt that the original ending was choppy and didn't pack the surprise punch that I could achieve by switching to Brenda's view. I am including the original ending here. SH Las Vegas Nevada, Four years later I pulled my truck into the drive way and looked at my lawn. I needed to mow it but I would wait until Saturday morning. I'd get up at six and mow before the temperature hit 100. I walked inside and my wife threw her arms around me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. . "Hi baby. Did you make sure the tourists and pensioners wouldn't sneak an extra nickel or two from the huge conglomerate corporations?" My job as a slot machine technician never failed to bring out my wife's inner peacenik. "And when you graduate with honors next month you're going to be among the faceless drivel slaving for the man just like me." "At least until you knock me up baby." She kissed me again. "Well my sexy man, I sure am glad you're home." "So you studying with the girls tonight doll?" "Yes. But I'll have to watch Samantha around you Jack. She just can't seem to keep her eyes off your ass." "I used to have a neighbor girl like that. She was always staring at my ass." "Especially when you'd mow your lawn. I still can't believe Robin was stupid enough to fuck Mr. Harris. Oh well, her loss my gain." "Yes indeed Brenda. I guess I'll go get us a pizza or three. I know how you college girls chow." She kissed me as I headed back out the door. Brenda and I had been married for three years now. I got to Vegas about three days after I left Stonemoore. I know some folks would think I am a total bastard for leaving Robin in the motel in Casper the way I did but there was no way I was going to ever trust that cock monger bitch again. She had been asleep about ten minutes when I slipped out and paid for the use of the room. I didn't know how long it would take for her to get someone to come get her so I bought her three days' time. Thanks to NOS and No-Doze I made it to Utah before sun up. Two days later I was pulling into Las Vegas. Within a week I had a job and a place to stay. I used my revenue from the sale of my house and my retirement fund to buy a house. Two weeks later, as planned Brenda showed up. She had enrolled at UNLV at the end of her senior year in high school. During the weeks I was waiting for my house to sell, and my divorce to become final, I spent a lot of time with Brenda. It started with her coming by to make sure I wasn't drinking too much. She'd bring food and we'd eat together. We'd watch movies together on most weeknights', and we'd go [places on the weekend. The more I got to know her the more I liked her and I discovered I wasn't ashamed to be seen in public with her. When I told her about Robin begging me to take her back in the store, she got teary eyed and was ready to bawl. "Hey. I have no plans what so ever of going back to her cheating ass. Brenda I'm falling for you. I have a plan if you think you can stand to be with an old man like me the rest..." She was on me before I could get the rest of it out. That night after three rounds, the first fevered and hot, the latter two more relaxed and loving, I finished laying out my plan to her. I expected Tom and Jeri to throw a fit, but it was just the opposite. "Jack you have always been a crude, and rough individual, but I can't imagine our daughter in better hands." Tom told me in his garage one afternoon. "I know you'll treat her right and make her happy. Hell, she's been in love with you since the day you and that other one moved in." "Jeri better not have any incest with the son ideas." I thought to myself. I also wondered if my future brother in law would be jealous. A year after we got to Las Vegas, Brenda made friends with a cosmetology student who taught her a new way of doing her make up so that her positive aspects were highlighted. Her words, not mine. I do have to say it was a night and day difference. Brenda changed her hairstyle and became a rather attractive woman. We got married right after her freshman year. I told her that if she met a guy her age, she was more than welcome to try. She didn't speak to me for almost a week. "You silly stupid bastard," she said when she finally started speaking to me again. "Since I was a teen age girl I have only had eyes for one man. I watched as the wrong woman threw you away and now I'll be damned if I'll ever let you go." I do talk to people back home once in a while. Of course Tom and Jeri keep us up to date. Cheryl ended up married to some tile guy. They had a kid last I heard and moved to California. Robin made it back to Stonemoore two years after I stranded her in Wyoming. It seems she hooked up with a rancher there and married him. He kicked her out a year later when he caught her fucking three of his ranch hands. The pimple faced kid behind the counter just told me my pizzas are ready. If I can get them home quickly enough, Brenda will likely jump my bones before her study group shows up. Me, I'll retire to my den and watch the Rockies on my MLB Season Pass on my satellite. Life is good.