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New Years, New Tears, New Start

By: StangStar06



Happy New Year. This one's a bit different. So many of the you have asked for a story where it's not the wife who cheats. Okay here it is.SS06

* * * * * *

Christmas had been a nightmare as usual. I awoke the following day and went into the bathroom while Ted continued to snore. 

Our argument yesterday had been even worse than normal. Ted had screamed and cursed at me in front of our parents. I guess I knew it was bad when I'd done it but there are times when you have to take a risk for the ones you love.

I'd hoped that Ted wouldn't discover what I'd done until Christmas was over. Or maybe he'd forgive me when he figured out why I'd done it.

I was wrong. Ted's parents had arrived to spend Christmas with us just after lunch. My parents got here soon afterwards. Ted was still asleep when they arrived. 

I'd explained to both sets of parents that Ted was tired from working all day on Christmas Eve. Unfortunately, Ted's dad had run into him the previous day and looked at me strangely but didn't say anything. He later let me know that he'd seen his son stumbling out of a bar, already drunk at noon on Christmas Eve.

Ted soon awakened, still drunk as a skunk and angry as hell. To my horror, he stomped past our parents with barely a word and headed straight for the coffee can that we kept our savings in. 

When he noticed that most of the money we'd both saved was gone, he went berserk.

"You stupid bitch," he sneered. "Where's my fucking money?"

"Ted, I'm sorry," I said. "You knew our parents were coming for Christmas. I had to buy a turkey and some food for Christmas dinner."

"No, you fucking didn't," he said. "They could have ate what was already here. And you didn't spend all of that money on food. You're stupid but not that stupid. Gimme the rest back."

"I bought Bobby one toy, Ted. You did want your only child to have SOMETHING for Christmas didn't you?"

"His grandparents will get him something," he said. "Where's my money?"

"Ted, it was our money," I said. "More than half of it was the money that my parents gave me for Christmas. Some of it was also my tip money from work."

"So just what the fuck are you trying to say?" he asked. By then both sets of our parents, who'd been trying to stay out of it, came into the room.

"Ted, it was our money, not just yours," I said in a very quiet voice. 

Before I could react everything went black for a second. It was that fast. Ted's dad ran into the room and grabbed him. My dad got between Ted and I. Ted shook his father off, like a dog shaking off water.

Both of our dads were normal sized men, Ted is pretty big and very strong.

"I'm the man around here," he screamed. "That means I'm in charge of OUR money. YOU do not touch OUR money without asking me first. How the fuck am I supposed to buy beer now? There's barely enough left here for a six-pack."

Then he turned and stormed out of the room. 

"Ted God damn it, come back here," shouted his father. "You can't treat your wife like that."

"You know what Dad?" he said. "I should have figured that you'd be on her side. Did you even bother to listen to what she did? You just take her side no matter what don't you. I'm out of here."

Then Ted grabbed his coat and walked out of the house. My mom and Ted's mother helped me up. My mom got some ice to put on my face. It had already started to swell. Ted's mom checked on the turkey, she basted it and then turned back to us. The look on her face broadcast her concern.

"Don't worry," I said. "It's really not his fault. He's been working a lot of extra hours. A lot of the time he's just so tired that it makes him cranky."

They all looked at me as if I was touched in the head.

"You know," I said. "It really wasn't supposed to be this way. Ted was supposed to be playing pro football by now. But things will look up for us. We just have to stay together and keep trying."

"Look Honey," said my father. "I know you love my son. God knows why, but I can't figure it out. But you don't have to make excuses for him. And you also don't have to put up with his shit. If he ever hits you again, call the police and come and stay with us. And realistically, that football thing was just a dream you guys had back in high school. Ted was a great high school football player but he was barely average on the college level. So there's no way he was ever going to make the pros."

"He only got a partial scholarship to college, Honey. Do you remember how his expenses got paid?"

I nodded my head. I remembered very well.

"I do," he continued. "You gave up your own chance to go to college and got a job as a waitress, to support him. Most guys would have busted their asses either on the football field or in class. But Ted flunked nearly all of his classes and still ended up getting cut from the team. Ted has never worked hard at anything in his life. He still has that high school mentality. He still sees it like since he's a big, good looking guy, life owes him something." He shook his head again and looked at me.

"I'm his father. I've known that boy since before he was born. You deserve better. My grandson deserves better."

"Just give him some time," I said. "He'll surprise all of us."

"That's just what I'm afraid of," he said.

I got the dads to sit down and watch TV. They watched my son playing contentedly on the floor with his new toy car. 

"Bobby, what kind of car is that," asked my dad.

"Muttang," said Bobby excitedly. "Vroom!"

"You mean, Mustang," said Ted's dad.

"S'what I said, Poppa," said Bobby. "Muttang!"

Ted's dad came over to me again. "Bonnie, what else did he get for Christmas? He doesn't put that car down. Doesn't he like his other things?"

I looked down and tears rolled down my cheeks. I put the knife that I'd been peeling the potatoes with down and turned away. When the salty tears hit the still raw bruise where Ted had hit me, it started to throb again.

Ted's mom came over and hugged me. "Steve, she was fine. Why do you always have to stir shit up?"

"Jeez, Cindy," he said. "All I did was asked her a question. He's my God damned grandson. I'm supposed to try and find out about him. I care about him too. I'm sorry. I'm sorry Bonnie. I didn't mean anything by it."

He left the kitchen and as he hit the living room, I saw him gesture to my dad. A few minutes later I heard, "We'll be back," then the sound of the front door closing.

* * * * * *

Ted left the house and got into his 20 year old Honda. He drove down the street and turned left when he hit the corner. He drove one block and then turned left again. He parked in the lot of the strip mall around the corner from his house and walked halfway down the street. He quickly ran through the front yard of the vacant house in the middle of the block. He leaped and vaulted over the fence in the backyard of that house into the yard of the house behind it. He pulled out his cheap pay as you go cell phone and dialed a number. 

The phone rang three times before it was answered. "Where the fuck are you?" asked a feminine voice on the other end.

"I'm in your backyard baby," he said. "Open the door and let me in."

Ted waited nervously on the back porch. He had to be very careful because his parents were at his house and you never knew what old people would do. The house that he was visiting was right across the street from his own.

After a few moments that seemed like hours, the door opened and Ted rushed inside.

"Shit it's cold out there," he said.

"But it's warm in here, baby," said the woman. 

Ted had known Francine for what seemed like most of his life. She and Bonnie had been inseparable growing up. If you saw one of them you saw the other. She'd even tagged along on some of Ted and Bonnie's dates, but Ted never paid her any attention. She wasn't nearly as attractive as Bonnie. 

Years later, after Ted and Bonnie married and settled down; Ted and Francine began to notice each other. It was awkward because Francine was still his wife's best friend.

After Francine's divorce, her second, the attraction between Ted and Francine heated up, only Bonnie knew nothing about it.

Francine was about five feet-two inches tall. She was just slightly chunky and gaining. Her hair was cut in a short page boy style. She was wearing a long robe.

She had a gift wrapped box in one hand.

"I got you two presents," she said. "Which one do you want to open first?"

"I only see one box," gushed Ted.

Francine opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. Under the robe she was naked except for a bow stuck just above her shaven pussy. "Here's the second box," she said.

"I know what's in that one," he said. "It's something I can eat. What's in the second one?"

Francine handed Ted the box and he ripped the wrapping off of it and tore open the box. Inside was a Jack Daniels Gift bottle. "Ooh something I can drink," he said. "They'll go together perfectly."

He opened the whiskey and took a pull straight from the bottle. With his other hand he grabbed Francine roughly and pulled her to him. He pushed her back onto her couch where she eagerly spread her legs and he took one swipe across her pussy with his rough tongue. Francine lost her mind as the pleasure hit her.

"Baby, this is just what I need," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much bullshit I had to put up with this morning. Your fucking friend overstepped her place. I had to remind her of it."

"What do you mean Ted?" asked Francine. 

"I didn't hurt her," he said. "But I did have to give her a little smack."

Francine tried her best to keep her face neutral. Inside she was both horrified that he'd hit a woman and turned on at the same time. She also thought it was something that Bonnie deserved. Francine had been jealous of Bonnie since high school. Not because of anything Bonnie had ever done to her, but because of the way that Bonnie was. First off, Bonnie was pretty. Not just your average cheerleader pretty, Bonnie was fucking beautiful. Francine could go out and get her hair and her makeup done and spend a ton of her parent's money on clothes for a party. Bonnie would show up without any make up, wearing jeans and an old T-shirt, with her hair in a ponytail and the guys would flock to Bonnie as soon as she showed up.

That wasn't supposed to happen. College men were not supposed to act like that. Francine did everything she could to attract the guys. She was the kind of woman who was automatic. If you dated her, you were going to get sex. Bonnie, on the other hand, even at twenty two years old was still a virgin. She was waiting to marry Ted when he graduated from college and became a pro football player.

Bonnie didn't date anyone except for Ted. When other guys asked her to go out or even just dance she smiled and politely told them, "No."

Bonnie never went to any of the parties without Ted. Ted, on the other hand, went to every party he could find. When people asked him about what went on at the parties and how he could do that to a sweet girl like Bonnie, he just laughed and told them that one of them needed to know what to do on their wedding night.

After Bonnie and Ted got married, she was pregnant within four months of the wedding day. She went from virgin to mommy in just over a year. Within six months of the wedding, Ted was cheating on her. After living in a couple of cheesy apartments, they got some help from both sets of parents and put a down payment on the house. It was by pure accident that Francine and her then husband lived right across the street. 

Two days after Francine's husband left her bed, Ted moved into it.

Francine didn't work. She didn't need to. She had money coming in from the divorce. She was always looking out for husband number three, but he needed to have more money than husband number two did. Ted was purely a play toy for Francine. She enjoyed him because of his size and strength, but also because of his volatile nature. It turned her on to play around with someone who enjoyed beating the shit out of people as much as talking to them. It amazed her to think that this giant of a man could be controlled just by giving him something that cost her nothing and that she enjoyed as much as he did.

The last and most satisfying thing about fucking Ted was that she was taking something away from Bonnie. In her mind, she saw it as revenge for all of the men who never even gave her a shot because they were rendered stupid by Bonnie's pretty face.

All of this ran through Francine's mind as Ted sat between her legs alternating between sips of whiskey and licks of her pussy. After a few minutes, Ted put the bottle down roughly on the table next to Francine's couch. He stood up and pulled his pants down. He positioned himself between her spread legs and jammed himself home in one shot. 

Then he started fucking her hard and fast. To most women, it would almost be considered violent, but that was the way that Francine liked it. She'd had men who were bigger and she'd had men who were thicker, but she'd never found anyone who fucked her as hard as Ted did. Within minutes they were both bathed in sweat and clawing at each other. Their bodies slammed against each other with a ferocity that resembled fighting more than an expression of love. It was hard to tell who was the more aggressive. They tumbled down to the floor and Francine ended up on top. She slammed her vagina violently against Ted's abdomen again and again. She increased her pace until the sound of their bodies slapping against each other drowned out everything except for their moans and cries. Ted reached for one of her hanging breasts and tried to twist one of her nipples. She yelped in a combination of pain and pleasure. She grabbed both of his arms and pinned them to the floor above his head and started pushing her sex against him in earnest. 

She was so close to cumming that she didn't need to have her orgasm lessened by spreading the sensation to other areas. "We're not here to fall in love," she hissed. "You can play with my titties later, baby. For now just fuck me harder."

Ted just growled in pleasure and started thrusting his dick even further into her. He also quickened his pace again. After a few more seconds of this, he roared like a bull breeding a cow and pulled out. He shot his sperm all over Francine's stomach and breasts.

"Why the fuck did you do that?" she sneered. "I was almost there."

"Shut up," said Ted. "I told you a long time ago. I already got caught and trapped by one bitch. It will never happen to me again. So be glad for what you're getting. Now bend over and suck it."

Francine didn't need to be told twice. She plunged her head down onto Ted's shrinking member. It only took her a few seconds to get him up again. She truly believed that Ted was a walking miracle. He wasn't very smart. And he had failed at most things he tried, but somehow, the man could always get an erection. Even with as much liquor in him as he'd consumed last night and already this afternoon, all it took was a few swipes of her talented tongue and he was back in action.

This time he bent her over and slowly pushed his penis into her ass. Francine enjoyed anal sex as much as any other form. Ted roughly fingered her clit as he rammed her ass and the combination had her howling within seconds. She loved it when Ted fucked her ass, because Bonnie had never allowed him to do that. Ted loved rough, nasty sex as much as Francine did. They both loved to try out different ways to do it and try out different places around not only her house, but the surrounding area. 

One of her favorite places to have sex had almost gotten them caught a few times. Francine loved it when Ted fucked her in the park. They'd done it a few times in places ranging from park benches to the fountain in the center of the park. They'd even done it on the sliding board in the play area. The second time that they'd tried the fountain they'd been interrupted by the sound of car doors closing. When they looked up, they saw a couple of police officers with flashlights walking around the park looking for something. They'd quickly grabbed their clothes and ducked into Ted's car. By the time the police officers hit the parking lot they were inside of the car. 

They'd ducked and hidden inside of the car while the policemen scoured the bushes and everything in the area. Luckily they never looked into any of the several cars in the parking lot. They were all full of couples necking anyway. Ted and Francine would have blended in fine.

Just as Francine was about to cum from Ted's dual attack on her clit and in her ass, she heard the sound of someone knocking on her door. Both of them stopped in mid thrust.

Ted stupidly was about to yell something. Francine stopped him cold by putting her hand over his mouth.

She pulled gingerly away from him and went to the window. "Oh shit," she said. "It's your wife."

"God damn her, what does she want?" asked Ted angrily. "That bitch doesn't want me to have any fun."

"Sssh," said Francine. "She'll hear you." Francine put on a robe. Even though she was barely thirty, her lifestyle and time had begun to take their toll on her. Her ass was a bit wider than she'd have liked and she was developing a band of fat around her middle.

She went to the door and opened it. She smiled brightly as she looked at Bonnie.

"Hi Bonnie, Merry Christmas," she said brightly.

Bonnie screwed up her nose and lips as the smell of sex came wafting out of the house.

"Francine, Good Lord," she said. "Were you masturbating again? I can't believe you're at it this early on Christmas Day? We have to find you another husband." 

"Everyone isn't as lucky as you are, Honey," said Francine trying her best to conceal a smirk.

"Well, I didn't want my best friend to be alone on Christmas," said Bonnie. "So I came over to invite you to have dinner with us."

"Oh, that sounds heavenly, Hon," said Francine. "You go on back home. I'll take a shower and run right over, okay." Bonnie nodded and was about to say something when Francine slammed the door.

As Francine headed back into her living room, she hated Bonnie even more. They were only a week away from the start of a new year. She wanted to fuck up Bonnie's life even more. It hit her like lightning. As she walked she came up with a plan that would take care of three things at once. It might be a little bit tricky to pull off but she was sure she could handle it. It would humiliate Bonnie and stop her from acting like her shit didn't stink. It would also break up her marriage and as an added benefit, if things worked out, Francine would have a lot more access to Ted. Well, at least until she got bored with him or found herself another suitable husband.

Francine knew that Ted was simply not husband material. Ted would never be more to her than a human vibrator. As he aged, he'd lose even that talent. She couldn't see herself actually going out in public with him. She also couldn't see herself trying to have any kind of meaningful relationship with him. He was obtuse and he had all the class of a smeared turd. She'd just enjoy what he had to offer, until she no longer wanted it.

"Is she gone?" asked Ted as soon as she came back into the room. He was still naked and looking out from behind the closet door.

"Yep, she's gone," said Francine. "We'll have to finish up later lover, but I have a question for you."

"Yes I want to finish fucking your tight asshole," said Ted.

"That is so sweet," said Francine. "But it's a serious question. How would you like to get away from Bonnie, for good and probably make some money as well? Plus you'd be able to do it without anyone blaming you for it."

"Who do I have to kill?" he asked excitedly.

"We'll talk about it later, baby," she said. "For now, I'm going to dinner at your house."


New Years, New Tears, New Start



"You're just going to leave me here?" he asked incredulously.

"No, Ted," she said. "Aren't you going to go home while I take a shower? That way it won't seem suspicious. If we show up at about the same time even Bonnie might think about it."

"Fuck no," said Ted. "I'm not going back there so she and my parents and her parents can all gang up on me because I popped her one. She had it coming. Fuck them."

"Well you're going to have to go to a bar or a movie or somewhere," she said. "Try to get back here by about eight. I'm not done with you yet and we need to talk about my plan."

"I don't have any money to go to a bar," whined Ted.

Francine crossed the room and pulled a few bills out of her purse. "Here," she said. "Just make sure you earn this when you get back."

* * * * * *

Bonnie

Except for the fact that Ted hadn't come home, or maybe in spite of it, it had turned out to be a wonderful Christmas dinner.

With the help of my mother and my mother, the turkey and the dinner had been great. The dads had come back, only an hour after they left. They pulled bag after bag inside the house with them. "Santa told us to tell you that he's sorry he was late, Bobby," said my dad. "But here's the rest of your stuff."

Bobby looked at the two of them as if they were crazy. Then they started pulling all kinds of toys and games out of the bags. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there looking at all of the toys in a daze. He'd never had anyone do anything like this for him before. As the dads finished, they pulled an envelope out of the last bag. 

Ted's dad handed it to me. "Oh thank you, Dad," I said. This time I didn't mind the way my face stung when the tears hit the bruise. "Should I open this one for him?"

"Uh, Honey, this one's for you," he said. It had been so long since anyone did anything for me for Christmas or any occasion that I didn't know what to say.

"Thanks Dads," I said.

"Open it," he said. I opened it and inside there were several Gift certificates. One was to a spa, another to a hair salon and a couple of other ones were for clothing stores. The last thing in the envelope was five crisp one hundred dollar bills.

"Do you know how many of our bills I can pay off with this?" I asked.

Ted's dad shook his head. "None," he said. "Not one bill. Bonnie, the money is for your emergency fund. Just in case you ever need something in a hurry or for a special occasion or a problem. Do not tell Ted that you have it. The gift certificates are all to stores and businesses that cater only to women. They can't be redeemed for cash and they can only be redeemed by the person named on them. They're worthless to Ted. He can't use them and he can't sell them. He also can't cash them in to buy liquor or anything else."

I hugged both dads and told them both how much I loved them.

After dinner, Ted's parents took Bobby to spend a few days with them. I was glad because it would give Ted some time to calm down. As Francine and I spoke after they left, she reminded me of something I'd forgotten about. 

Our ten year high school reunion was only a few days away. The reunion was going to be held on New Year's Eve at the old high-school down town.

"You simply have to go," said Francine. "It'll be a hoot to see all of those guys we haven't seen in the past ten years and find out what they're up to. Shit, Bonnie, high school was the best time of our lives. When we were in high school we ruled the world, or at least our part of it. You were the prom queen, the head cheerleader and the homecoming queen. You won the triple crown our senior year. Don't you want to relive your glory days?"

"Oh Francine, those days are over with. Real life intruded on our dreams. I doubt that anyone's life turned out the way they thought it would. Why should we go hang out with a bunch of people that we don't really know any more, just so they can laugh at the way our lives turned out and say they're better than us?"

"Because honey, it's a sign," she said. "Your dad gave you everything you need to make yourself beautiful for something. It's a cinch that Ted isn't going to take you anywhere that you need a salon or a spa for. And whatever beautiful dress or shoes you buy, you'll be able to wear more than once, but now you have a reason to buy one. 

"Besides, Honey, with us dressed up and looking like a million dollars, none of those idiots will know what we do for a living or where we live. For one night we can make up anything we want to about our lives. We can be anyone we want to be. I'm sure Ted would love to relive his glory days too. He did kind of, uhm peak back in high school."

"Well, I'll go if Ted says I can," I told her. She smiled and said that she was very sure that he'd agree to it. The problem was that Francine just didn't know how volatile my husband could be at times.

When Ted finally got home that night, it was very late. He looked tired and he still had liquor on his breath but he wasn't drunk. I'd waited up for him and he looked at me with an unreadable expression on his face. "I don't suppose there's anything around here to eat is there?" he asked.

"Of course, Honey," I said. "I made sure to save you some of everything." I busied myself in the kitchen making a plate for him. As I put the plate and a glass of juice in front of him he looked at my face. When he saw the bruise he looked down at the floor, but said nothing.

He started to eat and then took a sip of his juice. "What the fuck is this shit?" he said.

"It's apple juice," I said. "It's really good."

"Do I look like a fucking kid," he sneered. "Bring me a beer."

"We don't have any beer, Ted," I said. Even as I said it I realized that he'd be angry. I wondered why it had never crossed my mind.

Ted exploded. He threw the dishes containing his food across the room. "You bought all of this shit and didn't buy any fucking beer? You spend all of my fucking money on having a lavish dinner for you and your fucking friends and never once considered your own God damned husband?" He was on his feet angry enough to spit out nails. I backed away from him.

"Ted, I'm sorry," I said. "We didn't have any money for that. I only bought a small turkey, a can of cranberry sauce and that car for Bobby. That almost wiped us out."

"Then where the fuck did the rest of this shit come from?" he screamed.

"Our parents," I said. "Our dads went shopping together and bought more food and some more toys for Bobby." I had backed up away from him as far as I could. He glowered at me.

"So you had them buy all of this shit and didn't tell them to buy any beer?" he asked.

"I didn't tell them what to buy Ted," I offered. "They just got up and went shopping. I didn't know what they were doing until they came back."

"But they did buy a bunch of shit for your kid, didn't they?" he sneered.

I nodded. "Ted, he's your son too," I said. 

"You never fucking let me forget that," he screamed. "One God damned mistake and I'm forced to suffer for it my whole fucking life. I told you they'd buy the kid a bunch of shit didn't I?"

"Yes Ted," I said. "You were right."

"I'm always right," he said. I flinched away and he looked at me strangely.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" he asked. "You act like you're afraid of me."

"I'm sorry Ted," I said. "I thought you were going to hit me."

He slapped me so hard I heard bells ringing. "You lying bitch," he screamed. "I've never hit you in my life. Why are you always plotting against me?" I got up and ran into the bedroom and locked the door. The door slammed just before he got to it. He started pounding on the door. I looked around for something to block the door and for the phone. Ted kicked the door and I heard the wood start to splinter.

"Ted, I'm sorry," I screamed through the door. "I'm sorry," I screamed again.

"Fuck it," he said quietly. I heard the sound of him opening the door to the outside, but it never closed. A few moments later he was back. I heard the TV on and nothing else. I looked out into the living room a while later and saw Ted slumped in a chair in front of the TV drinking from a huge bottle of liquor, while he watched TV.

I started trying to clean up the mess he'd made throwing his food and the dishes across the room. I picked up all of the broken dishes first. It wouldn't do to have our son come home and cut himself on the broken glass. Then I began to clean up the spilled food. Ted looked at me and smiled. It was as if he was seeing me for the first time.

"Bonnie, I'm hungry," he said. "Do we have any food around here?"

"I'll get you some right now, Ted," I said nervously.

"You've got another bruise on your face," he said. There was a strange tone in his voice. "How did you get it?"

"I uhm, fell," I said looking at the floor.

"You always were kind of clumsy," he said. "But I didn't marry you for your gracefulness."

"Good night, Honey," I said.

"Don't you want to sit up and watch TV with me," he asked.

"Ted, I'd love to," I said. "But I don't have your energy. I'm exhausted. And I have to go to work tomorrow. Tomorrow night we'll watch TV together for sure."

"That's part of the problem with you," he sneered. "You're getting old really fast. You never want to have any God damned fun. Go on to bed, Granny." I quickly left and went to bed.

As I lay there in bed last night, for the first time I began to wonder about my marriage, my life and my future. How had things gotten so bad? Did Ted really mean the things he said? Or was it just the liquor talking?

A couple of times during the day I'd felt as if he hated me, or at least that he was out of his mind. I've read that when most people are drunk, it just lowers their inhibitions. They don't do anything that they wouldn't ordinarily want to do. The liquor simply stops them from thinking about the consequences of their actions.

Could that mean that Ted really doesn't love me or our son? Does he really feel trapped by us? There were other things that bothered me as well. For a few weeks now, Ted had stopped pestering me about sex. When we first got married, we did it all the time. He was always on me. Day and night, he expected me to just drop and strip. After I got pregnant I got a break. Ted could barely stand to be in the same room with me while I was pregnant. 

We did have sex a few times after that but Ted complained that it felt different. He said that I wasn't as tight. Realistically, I'd begun to suspect then that he was getting it from someone else. I'm not stupid. A man doesn't go from needing it on a daily basis to once or twice a month overnight. 

I guess like everything else, I figured it was just something he was going through. I was sure that sooner or later, love would bring him back to me. Then the drinking and staying out late started. And now it was worse. As I lay there waiting for sleep to take me, my mind drifted. It was near the end of one of the most special days of the year and I allowed myself to wonder what my life could have been like. I saw myself and my son living in a bigger, nicer house. I saw my son spending time with a man who loved spending time with him. I saw them playing catch with a football and actually talking to each other. 

I saw myself come out of the house and call them to eat dinner that I'd made in a nice kitchen. I knew by looking at myself that I didn't have to even consider whether to buy milk or eggs. We could have both all the time. We could have bacon or sausages and cereal and all of those other things whenever we wanted. 

I couldn't see the man's face because he kept the sun behind his back, but I knew that he loved me. In some parts of the dream he had on shiny silver or gray armor and he rode a big white horse. I knew then that I was dreaming. My life had never been and probably never would be like that.

All of that brings me back to the present. As Ted snores in our bed, I look at myself in the mirror. I'm beginning to look older than I really am. Ted was right about one thing last night though. I haven't been much fun lately. Maybe it's because I'm constantly working double shifts, while worrying about leaving my son with a neighbor. Maybe it's because I'm scraping and trying to put food on the table while the majority of Ted's money goes down his throat.

It wasn't always this way. When we first got together, Ted was always doing any and everything he could for me. He did everything he could to impress me. If another guy even looked at me Ted got angry. I fell in love with him, not because he was this big, good looking football guy but because he loved me so desperately. He used to sit with me and just plan out our life together. Of course our lives always revolved around him making it to the NFL.

Well in a way we did make it. We went from ruling our high school, to working and scuffling while Ted was in college and we finally ended up in our No Fun Life. That's as close as we'll get to the NFL. These days Ted doesn't even watch football on TV. It pisses him off too much to see guys he played with and against in college, who are in the pros.

I decided then and there that Francine was right. I needed to at least have one night of fantasy. Just one night to look back and see what the other people I'd gone to high school with were doing. Whether Ted went or not, I was going to that reunion.

* * * * * *

Steve Perkins sat at his desk. It was eight o'clock in the morning and he was going over the latest sales results. He heard a beeping sound coming from his computer that indicated that he had mail. He checked his Microsoft Access account and his inbox was empty. Then he remembered that he could also get mail from his personal account too. When he checked it he saw four new spam messages and one that looked interesting. It was a reminder about his high-school's reunion dinner that was coming up in about a week. He'd already decided to go. He was looking forward to it. He'd agreed to give a speech.

Apparently, he was one of the more successful people from his graduating class. He'd been voted most likely to succeed and he had succeeded. He was vice president of marketing for Barrier Corp.

The company made a lot of different software products, including the world famous Barrier firewall. The company's slogan, "Put a Barrier between your computer and hackers," was very famous. As one of only three vice presidents, all of whom were equal, Steve was only outranked by the company's CEO/President and its mysterious owner, who was rarely around.

Since the owner was again, rarely around, Steve was technically the number two man in the company or at least vying to be number two with the other VPs. At work, his word was law. He had a reputation for not suffering fools and for being very decisive. His moods were mercurial and his few long term underlings quickly learned to see which way the winds were blowing before confronting him.

At home, it was different. Steve's wife controlled everything they did. She'd been cheating on him for years. He'd caught her twice, only to have her turn around and file for divorce.

Both times she'd simply told him that they lived in a community property state. No matter who was at fault she'd get half of their assets and then some. Even his lawyers told him that all of the proof his investigator had dug up would only cost him more money. No matter what he did, she'd get half of their assets plus child support for their two sons, plus alimony since she refused to work. Their two boys were as different as night and day. Neither one of them looked like Steve. He didn't like them and they both hated him too. The worst part of it was that Jessica no longer looked like the lingerie model she'd been when they married.

He'd met her during his senior year at college. There, just like in high-school, Steve had played football. He'd been the quarterback. He majored in marketing because the classes were pretty easy. That way they didn't interfere with football or partying. Steve was also smart. As the quarterback, his job was to make split second decisions and manage the team. A stupid man can't handle it. So when he broke his leg in four places during his senior year and saw his hopes for the NFL go up in smoke, Steve simply went with his back-up plan. With his degree in marketing, he quickly found a job and worked himself up through the company. When the chance at Barrier came, he quickly jumped ship and continued his rise.

He'd met Jessica at a party on campus. She'd been short and thick like a lot of the girls in the rap videos. Her piercing blue eyes and long black hair attracted him almost as much as her big round butt and tiny but pert breasts. It had been lust at first sight. Now seven years later Steve couldn't stand to look at her. She'd gained probably fifty pounds and her attitude had degraded. She'd had so much plastic surgery over the years to try to remain looking like a twenty two year old that Steve couldn't tell what was real and what was plastic anymore. 

Her skin was a dark orange color from too many tanning sessions. Her boobs were huge now and quite visibly fake. Her big round booty that looked so good in thongs and skirts when they met had changed too. It looked like a giant bowl of orange cottage cheese, complete with dimples and cellulite. It still jiggled when she walked. But sometimes it continued to jiggle long after she'd stopped moving.

Steve had to admit that he was actually glad she'd begun cheating on him. If she wasn't having sex with other men, she'd probably want to do it with him. The thought of it frightened him. The only reason thus far that he hadn't divorced her, wasn't because of her sons or any residual emotional baggage, it was financial plain and simple. He was just trying to come up with a way to get out of the marriage without having to give up a substantial part of his assets. As soon as he could do that, she was history.

As Steve read the email, he remembered some of the women he'd gone through school with. Some of them were beautiful and he really wondered what they'd turned out like. He was also dying to reconnect with some of his friends from the team. He looked through his briefcase and pulled out the invitation. There were several names of members of the reunion committee on the letter that came with it.

Steve sent a reply to the email. He told the woman he'd written to, Francine Scott, that he'd definitely attend. He remembered Francine. She'd been cute but chunky. She was built the way a lot of the cheerleaders were. She had big boobs and a big butt even back then. She hung around with another girl though that even Steve couldn't get close to. Bonnie something or other was her name. That girl was beautiful. She was like movie star beautiful. Steve couldn't do anything about it then because she was the girlfriend of one of his linebackers. Boy was that son of a bitch lucky. Steve wondered what she looked like ten years later. She was probably a fat assed old house frau with five sniveling little varmints, like all the rest of them. He was looking forward to the reunion.

* * * * * *

Francine's plans were shaping up well. She already had four guys lined up for Bonnie's coming out party. She only needed a couple more to make it really special, but she could roll with the four if necessary. She'd already promised and convinced Ted of the benefits of the plan and he was on board with it. She had trouble believing that a man could have so little regard for the woman he'd married. She knew that she'd have to keep him on a short leash. But for now she was actually looking forward to having Ted at her beck and call. 

The plan was simple. They'd go to the reunion and have a good time. The three of them would go together. Ted would spend the next few days convincing Bonnie to go. Once at the reunion, they'd doctor her drinks and when she was woozy, Francine would lead her to a room where the men would all get their chance to fuck Bonnie. Ted would of course come in and make a big scene. That way he'd have a reason to divorce her and all of the sympathy would be on his side. He could leave her and move in with Francine. 




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Once the divorce got started, he could pretend to go for custody of the kid since his mother was such a whore. He didn't really want custody, but if he threatened to take the kid he was sure that he could get out of paying child support.

The hardest part of it had been convincing Ted not to try to beat the crap out of the guys who fucked Bonnie. After he saw that he could be free of his marriage, Ted had agreed.

One of the crucial elements of getting Ted to agree had been the fact that Francine had been nibbling on the end of Ted's dick while he was mulling the plan over. In essence, he'd seen the deal as trading boring old Bonnie and her kid, for Francine. He'd do that deal in a heartbeat. Francine seemed to understand him so much better. They were two of a kind.

* * * * * *

For the rest of the week, Francine continued to work on Bonnie on one side and her plan on the other. She'd also had to make Ted remember that under no circumstances was he to hit Bonnie again. No one would want to take advantage of her, even drugged and dying for dick, if her face was beaten up too badly. All bruises would do was to arouse sympathy for her. It would also make what she'd done seem like a desperate way to escape being abused. That would again paint Ted as the villain.

On Thursday, the day before the party, Francine and Bonnie went shopping. It took them over three hours and four dress shops but they finally found the perfect dress for Bonnie. It was a beautiful green dress that set off her green eyes. Her small but luscious breasts were showcased by the plunging neckline and spaghetti straps. The rest of the dress molded itself to her body as if it had been painted on. Francine knew that the guys would take one look at Bonnie in that dress and her plan would succeed.

They picked out shoes and accessories too. The next day, the day of the party, Bonnie would get her hair and make-up done, so she'd be beautiful at the party. The mall had a food court and Bonnie and Francine stopped there for a snack before going home. They were both excited and happy about the reunion and seeing all of their classmates again after ten years. 

As they ate, Bonnie watched as a car drove up and the driver got out and gave the keys to the valet. The car was a beautiful new Mustang in arctic white. Neither of the women saw the driver but Bonnie noticed the car because she was sure that her son would have loved seeing it. He called them, "Muttangs." They were his favorite cars even at four years old.

* * * * * *

Alex Anders got out of his Arctic white 2012 Mustang 302 Boss and handed the keys to the valet. Normally he wouldn't give up his keys, but this was an emergency. He needed something to wear to his 10 year high school reunion tomorrow night. He'd decided to attend at the last moment and now he had to scramble to find a suit. Alex had lots of suits but he needed something different.

For most of the places he went, he dressed however he wanted to. But this time he needed not to be noticed. He was hoping to basically sneak in and just enjoy himself, watching those assholes that treated him like shit during high school and seeing how they'd turned out.

Back in high school things had been different than in real life. Alex had been a late bloomer. In high school he'd been really nerdy and really puny. He'd also been too eager to try to fit in. They called him, "Alexander the grate."

He'd gotten that nickname because he was a geek and he kind of grated on everyone's nerves. He was so bad that he had very few friends. Even the nerds didn't want to hang out with him. After high school he went on to college and graduated with a degree in software design. While in college he'd given up his thick glasses for contacts, cut his greasy hair very short and started to work out. By his senior year, he'd begun to attract attention from some of the girls on campus.

Two years out of college while working for Best Buy on the Geek squad, he'd designed the first version of his firewall software. Now four years later he owned several different businesses. In almost all of the ventures, he had a right hand man who handled the day to day operations of the company. Once Alex got to a certain level of financial success, making and amassing more money seemed pointless to him. He enjoyed traveling and seeing things and trying out new ideas. So he left the running of his businesses to his employees.

It was on a whim that he'd decided to attend the reunion. Actually more than a whim, it was a whisper and a chance to repay an old debt. There were several ways that he could have handled this, but he wanted to take a personal approach.

* * * * * *

Bonnie

On the night of the party, I was still having second thoughts about going. Surprisingly, Ted had been extremely calm over the last few days. He'd asked me a couple of times about going to the reunion and strangely he seemed as if he was looking forward to it. He hadn't even complained about Bobby's new toys more than a couple of times. If I hadn't known better I'd have expected that he was planning something. Ted used to surprise me with little presents and games all the time. The thought that he might be coming out of whatever funk he'd been in for the past few years was good.

But I wasn't naïve enough to think the bad times were over. In the back of my mind I was sure the reunion had something to do with it. Ted was probably planning something for the reunion. I had the idea that maybe he was going to play a prank on one of the kids he used to pick on back in high school. Ted was a great guy back then, but he was kind of a bully when it came to some of the smaller, less socially adept students. I hoped that he'd grown out of that. But at least his anger currently wasn't aimed at me and that was a good thing.

Maybe I wrong. I hoped that I was. I hoped with all of my heart, that it was just the fact that we were going out and doing something together that had improved my husband's mood. After all, he'd complained only a few days ago that we never did anything fun. Now we were going out and getting a chance to compare notes with people we hadn't seen in a long time. Perhaps renewing old acquaintances and friendships might bring us new opportunities as well.

Thus far, Ted hadn't seen my dress to complain about it or ask where the money had come from. I really hoped that he'd be so preoccupied with himself that he wouldn't notice it. Deep down inside I really hoped that he'd see me in it and it would re-ignite his love for me. Maybe even enough that he'd start trying to have sex with me instead of whomever he was getting it from now.

Francine was constantly telling me that what was good for the goose was good for the gander. I think she wanted me to start sleeping around like Ted did. I guess she doesn't understand that I'm just not made like that. My whole life I've only slept with one man. I wouldn't know how to go about even starting anything up with some stranger.

Over the last few days the bruises on my face had healed to the point where makeup would cover them. At least now I wouldn't look like someone had been beating on me. Bobby was happier too and that really made me happy. Ted, while not spending any time with our son, at least wasn't yelling at him or picking on him. He seemed to be simply ignoring him. The previous day while heading into the kitchen for a beer, Ted had actually said, "You should get your kid some juice."

That had been very close to parental concern. So in my mind, I saw things as looking up. There were a couple of things that I was really worried about though. I wondered what all of those college educated women that we'd gone to school with would be like now. Would they, like me, be wives and mothers? Or would they be independent career women and treat me as if I was some anachronistic remnant of a by-gone era?

Back in high school, I tried to be nice to everyone. I always spoke to everyone who spoke to me and even some of the ones who didn't. But there were always kids who viewed me as some empty headed boob because my hair is blonde and I was a cheerleader.

I'm sure that some of them will want to lord it over me that they're so much more successful than I am. Realistically, I don't see it that way though. Maybe it's because success to me is having someone who loves me and a nice home. I'm almost there. I'm sure that down deep inside Ted loves me. We're barely making our mortgage payments but we do have our own little home. Our furniture sucks and we don't have much but if Ted could just be nicer to Bobby and me, I'd be the happiest most fulfilled woman in the world.

Maybe if we go to the reunion and he sees that we're not the worst couple among our peers, he'll start to appreciate what he has and treat us better. 

* * * * * *

Steve Perkins was just about to leave for the night, when his phone rang. "Perkins," he said sharply. He had very little time to waste. He'd had a rough day and he'd been looking forward to the reunion. He wanted to just go home and change into the new suit he'd bought. He'd go over his speech in the car. He had just enough energy left to be able to argue with his bitch of wife.

He was sure that if Jessica knew how much he was looking forward to going to this reunion that she'd want to go. She wouldn't want to go to stand by his side and be his wife. Nope, she'd want to go just so she could ruin his evening and embarrass him. Plus there was the fact that Steve simply hated the shit out of Jessica. She'd made the worst mistake a woman can make. There's an old saying that women marry a man because they think he'll change and men marry a woman because they want them to stay the same.

Jessica had changed. She'd grow up and gotten fatter. She was no longer the giggling lingerie model he'd fallen for, with the permanently sunny disposition that he'd loved. If Jess had just gotten bigger but kept her personality, Steve would probably still love her today. There would just be, more of her to love. Steve liked his women with a little bit of meat on them anyway. Jess had been no different. She'd had big legs and a big butt when they met. 

Then they'd gotten richer and she'd developed a sense of entitlement that matched her bodily dimensions. She started to expect that things would always go the way she expected them to or else. Every little tiff between them became world war E. The E stood for Ego.

Now, Steve had trouble seeing any shred of the girl he'd fallen in love with. Both of them cheated. Both of them knew what the other did, if not with whom. And they both expected different outcomes. Jessica expected that eventually they'd come to an arrangement and maybe as they got older stop cheating and rediscover each other. But in her mind she wouldn't be the one to give in. Every time she suspected Steve of cheating, she'd do it twice. Deep down inside she wanted her marriage to work, but she had no intention of fighting for it alone.

Steve on the other hand, just like in business only thought about the bottom line. If he could divorce Jessica without it costing him an arm and a leg, he'd do it in an instant. The latest thing he'd done was to get DNA tests done for both of their sons. If one or the other wasn't his, and since the two of them looked completely different there was a good chance that at least one of them wasn't his, that would only help him.

Steve thought that proving that would be a good starting point for his divorce. He could threaten to embarrass her into accepting a divorce settlement that was palatable. Maybe he could give her the house and move into a nice condo. If he could arrange for no child support or only support for the child that was his it would be great. No alimony or minimal alimony and they'd have a deal. Maybe he'd even go for a one time lump sum payment and have the whole thing over with. Jessica could drag her fat ass back to work.

It was a pipe dream and he knew it. How the hell could Jessica go back to work? He didn't know of anyone who was hiring two hundred pound plus lingerie models. And except for screaming and arguing, Jessica hadn't gained any skills since she retired.

Just thinking about Jessica depressed him even more. "Hello," he said into the phone even angrier now. 

"Hi Steve, this is Francine," said the voice on the phone. "You are still coming to the reunion tonight, aren't you?"

"Yeah," said Steve. "I'm on my way home to get dressed now."

"Are you bringing Mrs. Perkins with you, tonight?" asked Francine.

"Nope," said Steve. "She's busy with another commitment."

"Well in a way, that could be good for you," said Francine. "Let me get to the point. Do you remember Bonnie Williams?"

"Wasn't she a cheerleader? She was really pretty. She had blonde hair and a cute figure. She was a little thin for me but really, really pretty, right?"

"That's her," said Francine. "She still looks pretty much the same. Anyway how would you like to attend a special private party with her?"

"Uhm, I don't know," said Steve. "How much is this going to cost me and what happens at this party?"

"It's not going to cost you a dime. It will be completely private and confidential and anything you want to happen can happen," said Francine.

"Well wasn't she going with one of my linebackers?" asked Steve. "What happened to him?"

"Oh Ted," said Francine. "He'll be there. They have an open marriage. He's fine with it. You guys will warm her up and then later on the two of them will fuck each other's brains out. I guess these things serve as foreplay for them."

"Shit, I wouldn't go behind a team mate's back, but if he's down with it, she was really pretty. Count me in," said Steve.

* * * * * *

"Okay, Steve, we'll save you a spot," said Francine hanging up. Holy Shit, that brought the number of guys up to ten. She was having trouble believing how many guys they knew that still remembered Bonnie and wanted to fuck her. Even the married ones wanted their chance at Bonnie's little ass. It was just unfair. Most of the guys she'd spoken to barely remembered Francine, but they all remembered Bonnie. That was just unfair. It was bullshit.

Just because she was a few pounds heavier than Bonnie is, meant nothing. Francine could fuck Bonnie under the table any day. Even Bonnie's husband enjoyed fucking Francine way more than he did Bonnie. Ted should be the one they consulted. After all he'd had sex with both women. In the back of her mind Francine considered participating in Bonnie's gangbang herself. The only difference was that she's be awake and willing where poor Bonnie would be drugged and out of it.

Francine knew she couldn't do it though, because Ted would be angry at her. He was sure that Francine was going to be all his by tomorrow and he wouldn't want her if he thought she was a whore. She put that idea on the back burner and decided that she'd keep all of the guys' numbers and contact information and when she got tired of Ted, or if Bonnie ever resurrected her sense of pride and required another smack down, Francine would just have her own version of the party. Then everyone would know who the hotter woman was.

Francine smiled and then undressed and headed for the shower. Everything was ready. From the moment they sat down at a table, the bartender would be giving Bonnie drinks laced with an interesting cocktail. It was time released so it would take about an hour or so to kick in, but once it did, poor little Bonnie would fuck any cylindrical object she could get her hands on.

Francine needed to hurry and get herself ready. Bonnie would be back from the hairdresser's at any minute.

Less than a half hour later, she heard her doorbell ring. She threw on a robe over her dress and headed downstairs to answer it. She looked through the peephole and saw Ted standing there, barely.

She opened the door and could already smell the liquor on his breath.

"Are you ready?" he asked, looking at her like he was having trouble focusing.

Francine looked at Ted. He was lucky he was good looking. He might still be able to pull this off. His suit was ratty looking and he hadn't shaved. His shirt was open a few too many buttons and he had a cheap gold chain nestled in his wild forest of chest hair. 

Looking at a cleaned up Ted caused Francine to smile. She might be having that gangbang sooner than anyone expected because Ted's charm was already beginning to wear off. Who knew, she might run into someone at the reunion that she wanted more.

That would be funny because it would mean that she'd ended Ted's marriage for nothing.

"Is Bonnie ready, Ted?" asked Francine.

"Fuck that bitch," sneered Ted. "I knew she was holding out on me. You should see the dress she has. And she got her hair all done up fancy. Where the fuck did she get the money for that if she wasn't stealing it from me? I bust my ass everyday working my fingers to the bone just so that slut can steal my fucking money to waste it on herself and her kid."

"Ted, calm down," said Francine. "Honey you just have to keep it together for a little bit longer and you and I will be together forever. We won't have to sneak around anymore. And you'll get your revenge against her because in just about two hours a whole bunch of guys will be fucking that bitch. You'll get all the revenge you want."

"Serves that whore right." said Ted. "I'm her fucking husband. Did I tell you she's never let me fuck her ass?"

"Yes Ted, you've told me that several times," said Francine. 

"I think that while the guys are fucking her, I should join in and fuck her in her ass myself. That'll teach her a fucking lesson about holding out on her own husband. Hey maybe I should charge the guys to fuck her. That way I get to fuck her in the ass AND I get my money back," he slurred.

"Ted, you can't have anything else to drink, Honey," said Francine. "I need you to sober up just a little bit. I'll get you some coffee when we get to your house. And during the party I need you to just drink coffee or water. We need to be smart." 

Ted started to screw up his face. Francine could tell he was angry. "Ted, Honey, as soon as you do your part, you can fuck my ass," she said. "And when you move in with me you can share my money. I'll give you all the money you need because people who are in love are supposed to share things."

"You're God damned right," sneered Ted. He pulled out a flask and Francine quickly grabbed it.

"No more drinking until after, Honey," she said.

"Oh yeah, I forgot," smiled Ted.

Francine took off the robe and grabbed her coat. Ted looked at her crazily. "How'd you change your clothes so fast?" he asked. "You had on a robe and I looked away and now you have on a totally different thing."

Oh Shit, thought Francine. This fucker is drunker than I thought.

"Magic, Ted," she said. "When you and I get together, magic happens."

"You're God damned right," said Ted.

* * * * * *

The old high school was brightly lit up and decorated. The gym had banners and streamers dangling from the ceiling and blown up pictures of students and events that had happened during their senior year were everywhere.

Just inside the door there was a table where the guests checked in and got their name tags. They were also supposed to have their picture taken so it could be printed and placed next to the blow up of their yearbook picture so everyone could see how they'd changed. Their name tags also had their senior pictures on them.

Francine, Bonnie and Ted went to check in and got their name tags. As soon as they walked into the gym, they sat down at an empty table. Within minutes, a waiter came over and got their drink orders. Ted, to Bonnie's surprise, got bottled water. She asked for one too. If Ted was going to try to stop drinking, she wanted to help him or at least to encourage him.




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Francine nodded at the waiter and he nodded back. A couple of guys came over and started to joke around with Ted. He lit up and walked off with them. They went to make fun of some of the guys and girls who'd been less popular in the old days.

Francine excused herself to go and chat with a couple of her old acquaintances. She told Bonnie that she'd be right back.

Bonnie didn't want to stay at the table by herself, so she got up to follow Ted. Every male eye in the building had been on Bonnie from the second she'd checked in. Most of them were simply awed by how beautiful she still was. The married ones tried not to look at her. They knew that their wives would have fits. The single men simply stared slack jawed in appreciation. There was a group of men there, however, who looked at her with knowing smirks on their faces because they knew what was going on and were going to be a part of it.

Ted and his guys had gone outside to the parking lot. Four big flabby guys were attempting to pull a prank on one of their former classmates. Byron Manning had driven his new Toyota Prius to the reunion. The four men had tipped the car over onto its side and were now trying to flip it upside down onto its roof. Someone had warned Byron and he was outside screaming at them at the top of his lungs. Byron had become a successful lawyer and was threatening to call the police.

Bonnie was almost at the scene of the incident, hoping to pull Ted away from there before things got bad, when it happened. 

They all heard it before they actually saw the car. It entered the parking lot, its driver going far faster than he should have been driving. He sharply jerked the wheel and the car veered to the left and did a half donut and came to rest right against the parking bump.

The car, an Arctic White Mustang 302 Boss Lacuna model, shut down and the driver got out. The car had been modified heavily including suicide doors. The driver got out and Bonnie thought about her dream. The man had on a gray suit in a raw silk material. Under the lights and from a distance it appeared to shine. The oversized Running Pony on the front of the car's grill reminded her even more of her dream.

Her eyes locked with his and her knees got weaker. He casually looked at her and then back to the four big guys. He wasn't nearly as big as they were but he was very muscular. He casually walked towards them and took their attention off of Byron.

"Looks like things haven't changed much around here, huh, Byron. They're still s bunch of bullies still picking on everyone who's smaller than them or different. Let me know if you need any help. Some of us still haven't grown up," he said.

"Who the fuck, are you?" said Ted. Alex simply looked at Ted and smiled and shook his head. He ignored Ted purposefully.

"Hey we were just having some fun," said Steve. "No harm done."

"So I'm guessing you're going to flip Byron's car back up and get it repainted for him at your expense and also pay for the body work and any mechanical problems, right?" asked Alex.

"Maybe we'll give him your car," said Steve.

"Steve, you especially, should shut the fuck up," said Alex. "This isn't high school. I could change your world with a snap of my fingers. And that would be your choice of whether I did it before or after I kicked your ass."

Steve was dumbfounded. In all of his life no one had ever spoken to him like that. Anyone he couldn't physically dominate, he'd always either intimidated or used his money against. This guy was too confident. It was like he knew things about Steve, but Steve had no idea who he was. Even in the jungle predators know when they're outmatched. Steve sensed a losing battle here so he backed off.

"You can't talk to Steve that way, punk," slurred a still drunken Ted. 

Ted lunged at Alex, who simply sidestepped and avoided the lumbering drunk. Ted crashed into the underside of Byron's car and got oil from the undercarriage all over his suit.

"That was a punk assed move," said Ted trying to wipe the oil off of his jacket. He'd only succeeded in smearing it all over himself. "What's wrong guy? Can't you take a hit?"

"We're not playing football dumbass," said Alex. "And you act like you've taken one too many hits of something already."

Alex smiled at Bonnie and turned to Steve. "Steve, you should put a leash on your dog, before he costs both of you things you'd probably be better off not losing."

"Who are you?" asked Steve calmly. He was sure he knew, but he wanted verification.

"Let's put it this way Steve," said Alex. "Getting that divorce that you want might not be the sum of your problems." He turned to go inside the school. 

"Bonnie, you're as beautiful as ever," he threw over his shoulder. "Byron, if you have a cell phone, call yourself a tow truck. If you need a ride later and I'm still here, I'll drop you off. Have them tow your car to the Toyota dealership. The dealerships are a bit more expensive, but they're the best place to have your car fixed correctly. Steve will pay for it, so don't worry."

Then Alex walked away. Ted was fuming and trying to rub the oil off and making things worse. Steve was becoming angry as well. The other two ex-football players stood there with their mouths open wondering who Alex was. Bonnie watched him walk calmly into the building. Byron pulled out his phone. He was smiling. It was worth the damage to his car to see those bullies get put in their place. He wanted to laugh at Ted for slamming himself into the car and ruining his suit, but he didn't want to get his ass kicked.

Alex walked into the school and was about to walk right past the registration desk when a woman at the desk called him.

"Hi, how are you?" she gushed. "You have to register here and get your name tag before you go in." She was glad of the registration requirement because she wanted to know who he was.

"But Amy," he said, turning to look at her and flashing a brief smile. "What if I don't want to register? What if I don't want anyone to know who I am?"

"You know me?" she gushed. "I mean you remember me?" Her whole face lit up. 

"Of course Amy," he said. "How could anyone forget you? You're still just as hard working and dedicated as you were back in school. And you're probably just as underappreciated."

"I really wish it wasn't a rule that you had to register," she said. 

"Don't worry about it," said Alex. "But could you please not tell anyone who I am? It's kind of embarrassing."

"Of course," said Amy, wondering how being that good looking could be embarrassing ever. "It'll be our secret."

"Alex Anders," said Alex reaching onto the table and taking a name tag as Amy's mouth dropped.

"Oh my fucking God," she let slip before she clamped a hand over her mouth.

Alex stepped away from the table just as Bonnie, Ted and Steve came up to it.

"Who the fuck was that guy?" asked Ted.

""Theodore, if you don't watch your language, I'll call security and have you escorted from the premises," said Amy. "If you want to know who he is, just read his name tag like everyone else."

"Hey where's his picture?" asked Steve. "Didn't you make him take a picture like you made us?"

"I didn't force anyone to have their picture taken," said Amy. "I just asked. And you, like most people, wanted to do it. He didn't."

"Then how the fuck do you know who he is?" asked Ted. "He could be some nutcase."

"Well Theodore," said Amy taking off her glasses and standing up. "He recognized me. You didn't. When he told me who he was, I recognized him too. End of story. This isn't high school any more Theodore. No one is afraid of you. My husband is a cop. He's waiting in the gym to dance with me. Would you like me to call him out here?"

"We're leaving," said Bonnie. She didn't want trouble. What she really did want was to go and find out who that guy was.

Alex stepped inside the gym and dropped his nametag into the first trash can he found. He walked around the gym looking for the person he'd gotten his tip from. A former classmate of his who'd just hired into one of the smaller businesses Alex owned. He also moonlighted on the weekends as a bartender. 

Alex spotted him behind the bar and went over to him.

"How are things so far?" he asked.

"Fine Boss," said Leroy Jurgens. "Francine has Tom over there spiking Bonnie's drinks with a nasty cocktail of shit. I did what you told me to do. Tom is on our side, of course."

Alex just nodded. He looked across the gym and saw Francine headed back to the table and giving Bonnie yet another bottled water. Ted and Francine were drinking mixed drinks even though Ted was already smashed. Bonnie was just drinking water so far.

Alex was still amazed by how beautiful Bonnie was. He was even more amazed that she'd married that idiot Ted. 

Several people came over to him as he walked around the gym trying to stay out of the limelight and trying not to stay in anyone place for very long. 

"Hey, aren't you..." they'd ask.

"Nope," he'd say and then keep on going.

About a half hour after Alex arrived, the lights were dimmed and a DJ began playing some of the hits from 10 years past. Several couples took to the floor to dance. 

As the lights dimmed even more, Alex headed for the shadows around the edges of the gym. Before he made it, someone grabbed his arm.

"Can I have this dance?" asked Francine. She'd heard all about the incident in the parking lot. Byron had told everyone who would listen. Everyone was dying to know who Alex was. Since he hadn't had his picture taken and there were at least 10 men who hadn't shown up for the reunion, he could be anyone.

"Why would I want to dance with you Francine?" asked Alex.

"Why wouldn't you?" she asked holding her arms out as if she was showing off her body.

"Well, if that's all you're offering you're not my type," said Alex.

Francine was shocked, she'd been sure he'd dance with her just to be polite. His reluctance only made her want to dance with him even more. Francine was beginning to feel really good. "Come on, it's only a dance."

"Francine, you spent four years of your life treating me like shit," said Alex. "Find someone else."

"Hey, high school is over, we're all adults now," said Francine. "Let's let bygones be bygones."

"Those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it," said Alex. "You especially should remember that since you had to take history three times."

Francine stalked away from him and went back over to her table. She grabbed her drink, drained it and got another one.

"You really pissed Francine off," said Amy. "I'm not saying that she doesn't deserve it."

"Amy," said Alex. "Do you think that your husband would mind if we pissed her off even more?"

"I'm sure he wouldn't," smiled Amy.

Amy and Alex went out onto the dance floor and danced to the next song. Neither of them was a great dancer but they had fun and the people watching them enjoyed themselves watching. Francine was on her fourth drink. She stared daggers at Amy. Steve and Ted were too cool to dance, so Bonnie sat at the table and watched the other couples dancing.

Bonnie had noticed a lot of the men at the reunion staring at her. She wondered why. Francine told her that some of them were probably among the judges for the King and Queen of the reunion. They were probably just sizing her up to see who they wanted to vote for. Bonnie didn't really care about being queen of the reunion, but if she did win, she knew who she wanted the king to be and it wasn't Ted.

Francine got up and went back to the bartender for another round of drinks. The bartender told her that most of her guests were already in the room on the second floor that she'd reserved. The school building was open but the festivities were supposedly limited to the first floor. A couple of guys that Francine had paid had prepared the teachers' lounge for Francine's private party. The door was locked with one of the men standing guard on it. For his part he got to participate.

The room was dark and warm and there were two porno movies playing on screens in the lounge. There was also an ample supply of liquor. Most of the men, with the exception of Steve and Ted, were already there. Ted wouldn't be going until later. As soon as Bonnie came through the door, the men would be all over her. They expected her to be drugged and willing. With the room mostly in the dark, there'd be no way to tell who did what to her.

As Francine walked back to the table she could barely put one foot in front of the other. She was really pissed at that guy. He was very confidant and very fucking good looking. Judging from what she'd heard about his car, he probably had some money or at least a very good God damned job too. She wanted him really fucking badly. She just wanted to fuck his brains out right here, right now. She looked around the floor for him and couldn't find him.

The music stopped suddenly and Francine looked up on the stage. The DJ was handing the mike to Carl Fitzgerald. Carl was one of the organizers of the reunion. He started talking and Francine was having trouble understanding what he was saying. It didn't matter anyway. He was saying something about a contest or something. Then Steve started talking. Steve seemed to talk on and on about how successful he was and what he did for some company he worked for and how much money he made.

If Steve wasn't married and wasn't such an arrogant bastard, Francine might go after him herself. The married part really didn't bother her so much. But she liked her men controllable, like Ted.

Then she remembered her own little party. Her chance to put Bonnie in her place was supposed to kick off when Steve got done talking. After Steve got off the stage, he'd head upstairs by the back exit. Ted would circulate among the crowd making sure everyone saw him. Then he and a bunch of their classmates would go on a tour of the school. Starting upstairs and working their way back down. That would give the contest organizers time to tally their votes and prepare to make their announcements.

Francine was even more pissed because she'd checked and that fucking Bonnie was leading in the poll for queen. She'd see how much of a queen they thought she was when they went into that lounge and found her getting fucked by a bunch of guys and covered in cum.

Then Ted would make his Oscar winning performance as the injured party. He'd scream and pretend to get angry and would finally leave with Francine. Tomorrow, the lawyer they'd hired would serve the papers on Bonnie and get her even more confused. A few days later, Ted would confront her in a meeting at the lawyer's office and spell out his terms.

Francine would supposedly be helping both of them. On the surface she'd be trying to help both Bonnie and Ted put all of this behind them and get them back together. Of course, during the process she'd fall in love with Ted because of all of the time she'd spent trying to convince him to go back to Bonnie. 

Francine was beginning to have second thoughts though. She had taken a serious look at Ted and was beginning to think that maybe he wasn't what she wanted. This snooty new guy might be more up her alley. Of course she still wanted to see Bonnie get her holier than thou little ass gangbanged, but maybe Bonnie could keep her drunken husband.

Of course, Ted would be pissed. But Francine only had one thing to say about that. "Fuck Ted."

Damn it, she thought. I already did.

Finally the crowd breathed a sigh of relief as Steve got done talking about himself and stepped down off of the stage.

Several people in the audience were falling asleep and the rest were bleary eyed. Almost everyone wondered when the quarterback of their football team became such a pompous windbag.

As Steve stepped off the stage and circulated through the crowd of people who'd begun dancing again, he nodded at Francine.

Francine got up from the table and had trouble keeping her balance. She was sure that Bonnie had to be under the effects of the drugs by then. Poor little Bonnie's dried out pussy had to be wet as a bucket full of water and itching like she was wearing a wool sweater. By now, Bonnie would do anything to scratch that itch. She'd feel the effects even worse because she hadn't had sex with Ted in such a long time.

Francine asked Bonnie to go to the ladies room with her. Bonnie got up and held Francine's hand to keep her friend from stumbling. 

They walked up the back stairs and Francine had to stop several times.

"So tell me Honey," slurred Francine. "Aren't you a little bit wet down there?"

Bonnie looked away, she was clearly embarrassed at feeling that way.

"We're friends, Honey," said Francine. "You can tell me about it."

"I don't know why," said Bonnie. "I've never felt this way before. Not even with Ted. But he was like the guy in that dream I told you about. Only instead of armor he had that shiny silk suit. Boy, is that a nice suit. And instead of the white horse, he has that White Mustang. Bobby would love that car. And he's so nice. He's only a dick to people who deserve it."

Francine couldn't figure out what the hell Bonnie was talking about. The stupid bitch couldn't even get drugged right. Then it hit her and Francine got angrier. Bonnie was talking about Francine's new man. It wasn't enough that the little bitch had Ted. It wasn't enough that she had half of the guys downstairs fawning over her. She wanted Francine's man too. Well she wasn't going to get him.

Francine led Bonnie down a darkened hallway nearing the teachers' lounge. As they got near the room, Francine noticed something funny. Sam should be outside of the room to help her just in case. She didn't think she'd need him because Bonnie was so trusting and so stupid. But he was supposed to be there.

He was probably in the room with the rest of them waiting to fuck Bonnie.

Then she saw him sit down in the chair again. It didn't look like Sam but he was sitting where Sam was supposed to. Maybe he'd gotten someone else to do it so he could fuck her. It didn't matter to Francine. Fucked was fucked.

Francine had to get back downstairs to lead the crowd on the tour. She'd stay down there for about thirty minutes and then bring them up. Bonnie ought to be about halfway through the guys by then.

As Francine got to the doorway, the guy outside looked away from her and she had a bad feeling. The guy opened the door and Francine noticed Bonnie looking at him. Bonnie was just about to say something to him when Francine grabbed her to push her into the room. Once Bonnie was in the room the men would grab her and just fuck the shit out of her.

But it didn't go that way. As Francine grabbed Bonnie's arm, the guy on the door slapped Francine's arm so she let go of Bonnie. Then he got between the two women with Bonnie on the outside. He pushed Francine into the room and shut the door plunging the room into near darkness. Within seconds Francine was stripped naked and had several sets of hands grabbing and rubbing on her private parts. 

She felt someone's mouth on her tits and it felt so good. She also felt hands on her legs and someone was rubbing insistently against her pussy.

It was already so wet that she just spread her legs so she could feel more of it. The next thing she knew someone was on top of her and fucking her hard and fast. It felt really good. It just seemed like her insides were all converging on that dick.

Outside the room Bonnie stared at Alex in shock. "What are..." she began. Alex put a finger to his lips for silence. He grabbed her hand and led her to another room. There was a computer in the room and one of the bartenders from downstairs.

"Why..."she asked again, but stopped when Alex shook his head.

"We have to be very quiet," he said. "The guys aren't drugged."




New Years, New Tears, New Start



Suddenly the light bulb began to light in Bonnie's mind.

"Francine is drugged?" she asked. He nodded.

He turned on the computer and started an application. The screen was bathed in a weird green light. "Sorry this isn't very clear, but there's very little light in that room. The night vision cameras make everything appear green."

"How could you do that to her?" snapped Bonnie. "I thought you were a nice guy."

Alex just laughed. "I never said I was nice," he said. "Your husband and his friends knocked all of the nice out of me ten years ago. Now I'm nice to people who deserve it. But, the people who deserve to get fucked or fucked up should stay out of my way. I don't go looking for trouble, Bonnie. But I don't avoid it either."

Bonnie was about to say something else when there was a knock at the door. Alex opened the door. The bartender from downstairs came in. 

"Tom, fill her in," said Alex.

"Uhm, your friend Francine and your husband, that dickhead Ted, hired me to spike your drinks all night. You were supposed to get a date rape cocktail. I didn't want to do it, but my wife is expecting our first baby and I didn't have a job," he said. "Besides, according to what they told me, you were in on it. Ted said that you have an open marriage and wanted to try a gangbang but you needed the juice to loosen you up enough to go for it."

Bonnie's mouth dropped open. "Francine paid you," she said. "I thought she was my friend." Bonnie's face screwed up and she was about to cry. "And Ted," she said, now sobbing. "He doesn't love me anymore does he?"

"I'm sorry Bonnie. I don't know," said Tom. "Maybe he just has a funny way of showing it."

"But maybe they changed their minds," she said, looking up. "I don't feel drugged at all. I feel fine."

Tom shook his head. "Alex, paid me more not to drug you," he said. "And he got me a job. He had me put the stuff that was supposed to go into your drinks in Francine's. Francine and your husband fed you drinks all night thinking they were drugging you, but Francine was getting it."

"They arranged for you to get gangbanged by all of those guys. Ted is supposed to come up here soon with the rest of the class and open the door and find you getting rammed. This is supposed to happen in front of all of our classmates. I don't know why. I'm sorry Bonnie. You didn't deserve this. You were never like the rest of them." He nodded at Alex. "Thanks again for everything Alex," he said. "My part is done."

Alex closed the door after him and looked back at Bonnie. There were tears running down her face but she was still beautiful.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know why they'd want to do this," he said. "That one I can't answer. If I find out that Steve is in on it too, I'm probably going to fire his ass first thing Monday morning."

"No," said Bonnie. "I mean why did YOU go to all of this trouble to help me?"

"Simple," said Alex. "Payback, you went out of your way for me. I did the same."

"When did I help you?" she asked.

"Swirly," he said.

She looked at him strangely.

"Back in high school, Ted always expected the smaller kids to be afraid of him," said Alex. "I wasn't. I didn't put up with any of his shit even then, so he decided to make an example of me. Your then two hundred pound boyfriend wrestled my ninety six pound ass into the bathroom and was going to force my face into the toilet and flush it, while it was full of shit and piss."

"The only thing that saved me, though I fought as hard as I could, wasn't the crowd of our classmates who just stood there and watched. At the last instant, just before my arms gave out, Bonnie, you ran into that room. You told him that he could stay there and play with me, or he could give you a ride home. If he didn't want to take you, you'd find someone else."

"He let me go and followed you," said Alex. "If you hadn't done that, life would have been even worse for me. Can you imagine what the kids would have called me for the rest of high school if he'd done it? They already had a nickname for me. They called me..."

"Alexander the grate," said Bonnie smiling. "I can't believe it. Alex Anders all grown up and..." Bonnie stopped talking and just shook her head.

"Alex, can you get me out of here" asked Bonnie.

"Of course," he said. "But we'd better wait a while, so we don't get caught up in the scene that's about to happen."

"Oh yeah, " she said. Alex looked at her. The tone in her voice had changed. There was an edge to it.

He cracked the door open just a bit and peeked out. Out in the hallway, there was a group of people going from room to room looking at the classrooms and even the lockers. The woman guiding the tour had a key.

Alex quickly copied the video from the computer onto a portable hard drive. He started to wipe the files off of the computer when Bonnie stopped him.

"Can I have a copy of that too?" she asked. 

"Sure," said Alex, looking at her strangely. Then he figured out why she'd want it and nodded.

"Can you tape what's about to happen too," she asked. Alex hit the record button and nodded.

By that time, the tour had gotten to the teachers' lounge. The woman leading the tour opened the door which wasn't locked.

Ted moved forward past her into the room and turned the light on. "No," he screamed theatrically. "Bonnie, how could you do this to me?"

The rest of the tour group stared at the mass of copulating bodies. There were several men jacking off to the video screen while others did it over a knot of people locked together. Steve was being sucked off by a woman, while she was being fucked by two other men. Suddenly, before Alex could stop her, Bonnie ran out into the hallway.

"How could I what, Ted?" she yelled. "How could I not fall for your stupid plan with Francine? I almost did."

Ted, even in his drunken state realized that the plan had failed.

A couple of people in the crowd and in the room noticed that Bonnie was there and fully dressed.

"That's not Bonnie in there," said one.

One of the men in the room echoed the words. "This isn't Bonnie. Oh shit, I fucked Francine. No wonder she was so eager to get us to do this."

Another one said, "Hey, I thought Ted was okay with this. Why didn't he know that it wasn't Bonnie in the room? And why was he upset when he thought it was?"

Some of the people in the tour had begun laughing, while others started taking pictures with their camera phones. Steve looked around for something to cover his nakedness. He was red in the face and then he started to get angry.

"Close that fucking door, right now," he screamed. No one moved, more flashes went off as more pictures were taken.

Francine found herself dumped onto the floor and she yelled. "Don't stop." The drugs in her system were in full effect and she wanted more sex. "Somebody fuck me," she yelled. No one made a move towards her and the men in the room were all scrambling to cover themselves. As soon as they were dressed they started running out of the room. The woman who led the tour was standing there with her mouth open. She was in shock and didn't know what to do.

Then it happened, almost in slow motion. Ted, realizing that the plan had failed, got even angrier. He'd held his temper in for the past few days because Francine had convinced him that he needed to for the plan to work. But realizing that they'd failed and he might bear part of the responsibility, he snapped.

Alex came out of the room after getting the recordings, but he was too late to prevent what happened.

Ted screamed at Bonnie, "This would have been perfect. I'd have been done with your sorry ass. You fucked it all up, you stupid bitch."

He slapped Bonnie so hard she fell. Alex was across the room in an instant. He punched Ted in the mouth so hard Ted's head snapped backwards. In Ted's drunken state the blow didn't even faze him. All it did was make him angrier. 

He swung a wild blow at Alex's head that Alex ducked. Ted roared in anger. Alex stepped forward and landed on both of Ted's feet. Then he pushed Ted backwards as hard as he could. Ted fell over onto his back and screamed as loudly and as high pitched as an opera singer. There was a sickening sound of cracking bones. 

Alex's moves had been cold and calculated. When he'd landed on Ted's feet, it hadn't been an accident. Alex's weight had locked Ted's feet in place. When Alex pushed the big man backwards, Ted's feet remained rooted in place because of the weight on them.

When he hit the ground both of his ankles broke and several of the muscles and tendons around them were severely damaged. The best thing about it was that to anyone who saw the fight, it appeared that Alex had confronted Ted after Ted had brutally struck Bonnie. Alex had punched Ted and the punch only made Ted angry. Alex had then simply pushed Ted down and Ted started screaming. No one saw Alex attack Ted's ankles. Most of the witnesses later told the police that it looked like Ted had simply fallen over due to the fact that he'd been drunk all evening.

Ted was still writhing on the floor begging for someone to help him when Alex picked Bonnie up and started to carry her away from the carnage. Ted noticed it and got angrier still. He noticed Steve trying to sneak away unnoticed and called him.

"Steve, don't let him take Bonnie out of here," screamed Ted. "You owe me, anyway."

Steve turned to Alex. "Put her down," he said. 

"No," said Bonnie. "Alex, take me away from here, you promised."

"You heard her," said Alex.

"You heard ME," said Steve. "This is between Ted and Bonnie. Neither of us belongs in it. You have two choices. Both choices involve you putting her down. You can put her down and walk away, that's the smart choice. Or you can put her down and fight me. That's the dumb choice. Because I'm smarter and faster than poor dumb assed Ted. Your tricks won't work on me. You're in pretty good shape, but I'm a lot bigger than you are. I could fuck your whole world up."

The people in the crowd started to back away. They wanted to watch but they didn't want to get hurt. Finally Byron stepped forward. "I'll hold Bonnie for you while you fight him," he said. A couple of other guys stepped up too.

"You mean while WE fight him," said one. "You've been standing up to these assholes by yourself all night. But the thing is they fucked with all of us back in high school. I, for one, would like to finally get a piece of their asses myself."

After that, even more people started to step forward. Alex laughed.

"What's so funny?" asked Steve.

"There isn't going to be a fight," said Alex. "Steve claims to be smart, but he isn't. He said he could fuck my whole world up, but he can't. Yeah, maybe old Steve could get in a few good shots. He might even be able to kick my ass. But in the end, I'd be the one who fucked his whole world up."

"I know who you are," said Steve threateningly. "My bitch of a wife, Jessica, sent you here to embarrass me and ruin my evening. She probably wanted you to catch me doing something that she could use against me if I divorce her, right."

Alex laughed again. "Still clueless, huh, Steve?" he said. "I don't even know your fucking wife but I've been taking care of her and your kids for a while."

Steve's eyes narrowed.

"Steve, I'm Alex Anders," said Alex.

The people in the crowd started murmuring. Bonnie, whom Alex was still holding, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at Ted. She stuck her tongue out at her husband who was trying to crawl painfully closer to them.

"You're Alexander the grate?" asked Steve. "You got bigger, and you're not a nerd anymore, so what."

"Steve, remember that long boring assed speech you gave a little while ago? It was all a crock of shit. You're not even close to being the most successful member of our class. Pull out your phone and call your boss. Call the CEO of your company."

"Why would I do that?" asked Steve nervously. "I don't have his home number."

"Bonnie, reach into my pocket and get my iPhone," said Alex. Bonnie pulled out the phone. 

"Give it to Steve," said Alex. Steve took the phone. 

"Don't play with him, just beat his ass, Steve," yelled Ted.

"Shut up, Ted," said Bonnie.

"Open my contacts and find your boss," smiled Alex. Steve looked through a long list of numbers. 

"Why the hell do you have all of my contact numbers?" Steve asked. "You have my office phone, my cell phone and even my home telephone number."

"Just call your boss," said Alex. "Bonnie is getting heavy."

Steve called his boss. "Hello sir," he said. "I hate to bother you at home, but do you know Alex Anders?"

Steve's face went white. "He is," he said. "I...I didn't know that." He looked at Alex. "He wants to know if everything is okay."

"Tell him I said Hi," said Alex. "Tell him he's doing a great job."

Steve relayed Alex's words and handed the phone back to Bonnie. Alex turned and started walking away. 

"Wait," said Steve. "What happens now?"

"Hm," said Alex. "Bonnie, can you walk to the car?"

"No," she said smiling. "My face really hurts. It just feels better when you carry me. But you can put me down for a few minutes to rest your arms."

"Thanks so much," said Alex putting her on her feet. She immediately latched onto his hand.

"Steve, you're good at your job," he began. "I have nothing against you except your taste in friends. You're stuck in a really shitty marriage and I feel bad for you. Talk to my lawyers when you come in Monday and maybe we can figure out a way to shield some of your assets. In the meantime, I want you to pay to have Byron's car fixed and painted. I also want you to tell the police that you saw Ted hit Bonnie. You also need to tell them all about Francine trying to sucker you into her little gangbang for Bonnie. Lastly, I need you to do one more thing for me and you're not going to like it."

"What is it?" asked Steve nervously.

"One of the guys who work on the loading dock at one of our facilities has been engaging in some activities that I find not in keeping with the profile of our employees. I want to you fire his drunken ass. He is not to receive a severance package or any benefits."

"No problem," said Steve. "I can be the bad guy in a heartbeat. Who is it?"

Alex smiled, picked Bonnie back up and said, "Ted."

As Alex walked away carrying Bonnie, Francine yelled out from inside the lounge, "Hey, isn't somebody going to fuck me?... anybody?"

* * * * * *

Just as Alex started his car, he looked over at Bonnie. She smiled at him as she leaned back in the soft leather. Alex pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. "Okay where are we going?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" she asked smiling. "You've known or planned everything else that happened tonight, I was sure you'd have a plan in mind for this too."

"I guess I didn't get that far," said Alex. "My plan only went as far as making sure you didn't get hurt."

"Well, I can't go home," said Francine. "So I guess you have a house guest. Tomorrow you can take me to pick up my son. We'll stay with my parents for a while."

Alex started driving towards his house in the hills. A few minutes later, Bonnie sat straight up in the seat and told him to pull the car over. Alex hit the brakes and the car slowed. Bonnie got out of the car and stood by the side of the road. "Hurry up," she called.

Alex got out of the car and went to her. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Look," she said. She pointed at the big clock on top of one of the buildings. "We've only got ten seconds left before midnight and the start of the New Year."

"Oh, Okay," said Alex looking at her strangely.

Bonnie grabbed Alex's head and pulled his mouth to hers. It was as if electricity poured through both of them. Behind them, the bells in the church chimed midnight and the beginning of 2012. Neither Alex nor Bonnie paid them any attention.

A few minutes later, Bonnie felt as if she'd been the one who got drugged. "I have a feeling that this is going to be a great year," she said. Alex nodded.

"I had a dream about you...well, about us," she said. "I see US as living happily ever after."

"Okay, tell me about this dream," said Alex.

* * * * * * 

Three weeks later, Francine and Ted arrived at a lawyer's office downtown. They were arguing as they got out of her car. Ted opened his door and waited.

Francine got out and went to the trunk and pulled out a wheel chair. She unfolded it and rolled it to Ted's door and then helped him into it. Both of Ted's ankles were still in heavy plaster casts that extended up his legs for about a foot.

They went into the building and went past several armed security guards. They were ushered into an office on the 10th floor after taking an extremely fast elevator.

They sat down at a table and waited. As soon as the man who'd seated them left the room they started arguing again.

"This is all your fucking fault, you whore," snapped Ted. "As soon as this is over, I'm leaving your stupid ass."

"Where are you going to go?" asked Francine. "You're unemployed, in a wheel chair and a drunk. You might even end up in jail for assaulting Bonnie in front of all of those people. And who says I wanted you to stay with me anyway. You're a fucking loser. I see no reason why I should support your drunken ass. As soon as this is over I'm throwing you out. We need each other for now, so we can both avoid jail time, but that's a temporary situation. The only thing good about you was sex. I was getting tired of you anyway and you haven't fucked me in weeks."

"Make that never," snapped Ted. "Who knows what kind of diseases you picked up? Everyone we know saw you fucking what, ten guys, and still begging for more. No thanks. You give whores a bad name."

Just as Francine was about to reply the door opened and Alex stepped into the room carrying Bobby in one arm and holding Bonnie's hand with his other. He looked up and saw Ted and smiled.

Alex and Bonnie took seats. Bobby stared running around the table holding his favorite toy car. He alternated between loud "vroom," sounds and saying, "Muttang."

Francine looked over at Bonnie and had never seen her so beautiful. Bonnie had on a nice, obviously new dress and had her hair done again. There were no traces of the bruises on her face and she was actually smiling for the first time that Francine could remember. She looked...happy.

Francine decided to test the waters and say something, "Bonnie, I'm s..." She was cut off by Alex shaking his head.

Ted looked over at Bonnie and Alex. He couldn't meet their eyes. "I'm in AA," he said softly.

Alex looked at him coldly. "Assholes Anonymous, I thought you were a lifetime member," he said.

"I'm talking to her, not you." Ted snapped. "We're still married." Alex just laughed.

"Depending on how this meeting goes," said Alex. "Your marriage might get thrown out in court."

Ted looked at him angrily and asked "How? What grounds?"

Alex smiled and said, "Bigamy."

"What the fuck are you talking about, nerd?" snapped Ted.

"I'd appreciate it if you didn't use those words in front of Bobby," said Alex. "He's at that age where he repeats things."

"Why are you trying to tell me what to do around my own God d...I mean my own kid," snapped Ted. "And I didn't do bigamy. I wouldn't marry Francine for a million dollars."

"Who said anything about Francine," snapped Alex. "While your ass is in jail for assault and battery, domestic abuse, and all of the charges for the attempted kidnapping, drugging and rape that you and Francine planned for Bonnie, your life and your sexual orientation are going to change. I'm going to make sure that you have the biggest, meanest, ugliest, nastiest mass murderer they have as your cell mate. Within a couple of days you'll be married to him. So think about it. You can't be Bonnie's husband and HIS wife at the same time...bigamy!" Ted gulped loudly.