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OND

By: StangStar06



Author's note: This week I wanted to do something that was just for fun. No heavy emotions, no deaths just a hoot. I know that in the real world there's no such thing as an OND. But wouldn't it be great if there was? 

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I glanced around the room and saw nothing. It was too dark. Even though I couldn't see, I could still feel and the sensations slowly engulfing my dick were wonderful. Almost wonderful enough to make me forget my splitting headache. As I turned my head to the left I caught the faint but musky odor of an aroused woman. I thought my head would fall off of its stalk but I forced myself to feel for her. Then I knew that I'd done something awful because the soft ass I was feeling was way too small to be Mabel's.

"Who!..."I began. But just that syllable was enough to start the explosion in my head again.

"Just relax, Baby," she said. I recognized that voice instantly. That sexy cigarettes and gravel voice could only belong to one woman in town and things just went from bad to worse for me. Try as I might I really couldn't remember any of the past 24 hours or any reason why my wife's sister should be in bed with me sucking my dick.

"Janet, as good as that feels, can you stop it please?" I said.

My dick actually felt cold as her warm mouth lifted off of it, leaving it exposed to the early morning air. Suddenly light pierced the darkness. It was like another explosion in my overly sensitized cranium.

"Oops, I probably shouldn't have done that, "she said softly. "But I guess you're wondering what's going on aren't you?" 

"Uhm yeah!" I said. "That is one of the questions going through my mind."

"So you don't remember any of what happened last night?" she asked.

"Not a bit of it," I said. "But from the way my head feels, I'm sure alcohol was a big part of it."

"You deserved and needed to just get out of your head for a while sweetie," she said. "In fact from now on I'm going to make sure that every once in a while we just get nuts."

"What do you mean, we?" I asked. "Mabel is already going to kill me."

"Mabel is gone, honey, don't you remember that either?" she asked.

"Did somebody give me Tequila?" I asked. "Whenever I drink Tequila, I lose a lot of my short term memory. I also do really stupid things. Please tell me I didn't have more than a shot or two."

She shook her head vigorously. Just watching the side to side motion of her pretty face was enough to start my stomach churning. I quickly jumped off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I slammed right into a wall where the bathroom should have been.

I looked to Janet and she pointed out the door. I ran through the doorway with her hot on my heels. I turned to the left and saw the toilet. It had a soft cushy pink seat. I barely had enough time to lift it before the entire contents of my digestive tract erupted out of me and into the bowl.

"Feel better?" she asked. She helped me to stand and gave me a bottle of mouthwash and a brand new tooth brush.

I noticed that the toothbrush was blue, my favorite color. Another thing that I found puzzling was the fact that Janet never took her eyes off of me and in fact wrapped her arms around me from behind as I brushed my teeth. Janet's breasts weren't huge but they were a lot bigger and a lot firmer than Mabel's. 

"That's a good sign," she smiled as she lightly squeezed my rapidly inflating penis. The thought that we were both naked suddenly seemed important to me.

When I finished brushing and rinsing my mouth, she turned me around and looked at me. "Let me check," she said. That hurt me a little bit. Her sister, my wife, had often said the same thing to me early in our marriage. I guess their mother must have done the same thing to them when they were younger. Mabel expected me to smile and show her my teeth so I tried to flash my ivories for Janet.

"Not that way Honey," she said. She came over to me and kissed me. She molded her naked body to mine and swabbed the inside of my mouth with her tongue. The reaction was instantaneous. Hangover or not I was at full staff and straining.

"So, even after last night, you still want more huh?" she asked.

"Janet what I really want is some answers," I said.

"Okay Honey, you go get dressed, we still have to go to the bank when they open in about an hour, but we'll have some coffee and some breakfast while I fill you in."

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My name is Mabel Forrester. I'd been walking along the road for the entire night. I'd been chased by dogs several times. My feet were cut and bleeding. I'd worn some very expensive high heeled pumps yesterday and their tattered remains had been discarded several hours back. The CFMs were great for a night out but worthless for walking on rural roads. 

Thank God it was finally light out. I was still four or five miles from town and even farther from home. That was if I even had a home any more. If my fucking sister had her way I probably didn't.

I couldn't believe that little bitch. After all I'd done for her. She still went and stabbed me in the back. It was true she'd always been jealous of me, but I couldn't believe that she would stab me in the back like this. Whoever said that blood was thicker than water had never met Janet.

Finally lights appeared on the road behind me. A truck with two teenagers in it slowed down as they approached me. I turned and saw that it was the Miller boy with Sarah Winslow seated next to him. There were a couple of other kids in the back of the truck. They were probably driving out to the lake for a day of summer fun. I waved my hand as they got near. For some reason though as soon as they recognized me they sped up and drove past.

My legs ached, my feet hurt and I was hungry. I kept on walking because I knew that if I stopped I wouldn't get back up and start again for a long time. I thought about the reaction on the kids' faces as they recognized me. I'd known it was going to be bad. Small towns are known for being unforgiving in certain situations, but their reaction went way beyond what I was expecting. Had I really stepped so far over the line that I was beyond Christian forgiveness and charity?

Just 24 hours ago I'd awakened in my big sleigh bed. I was the undisputed queen of theses two interconnected small Iowa farming towns that made up our community. I was the queen not because of anything I'd done, though I would probably never have admitted to that, but because of my husband. The funny thing about it was that he wasn't even from here. He hadn't grown up in Harriston or Dellaville. He was only here for me.

I'd met David Forrester while I was visiting my parents who now lived in Chicago. They'd moved away to be closer to state of the art medical facilities. My mother had a condition that resulted in chronic pain and there was a clinic in Chicago that specialized in a handful of diseases that were all offshoots of the same condition. Anyway Dave had followed me home to spend more time with me and had never left. We'd married and decided to stay here. That was twenty-three years ago.

The two towns Harriston and Dellaville each had their own Mayors, Sheriffs and all other government offices. They each had their own schools as well. The two towns had been founded by brothers who couldn't get along. In the early days the towns had been competitive but nowadays because of the economy were co dependent. 

Enter my good old Chicago boy Mark. Since both towns were minuscule farming towns there were a number of things that they both needed. That first weekend when Dave arrived a friend of mine was in dire straights because he couldn't get his tractor fixed. He was running all over town trying to find someone who'd let him borrow or rent theirs.

Dave had a degree in mechanical engineering and offered to look at the tractor. The part he needed for the tractor would have to be ordered but he was able to go over to a local machine shop and fabricate a part that would work until the original part could be sent from the factory. Once word of that got around Dave was adopted by both towns. Normally the farmers had to call the nearest big city to get a factory rep out. They had to pay travel expenses and a huge mark up on both repair parts, labor etc. 

Before he knew it, Dave had his own thriving business that both towns needed. At first he only fixed tractors and farm equipment but then he branched out into appliances and then electronics. Now he even services computers. My fucking sister decided to go to school for computers and I begged Dave to hire her to repair computers for him. If I had known what the little bitch planned I'd have made sure she shipped out to some bigger city as soon as she graduated.

Janet was my parent's miracle baby. They'd always thought that I would be their only child. Then when I was fifteen my forty-five year old mother found herself pregnant. When I met Dave I was twenty-one and Janet was six. Now I'm forty-four years old and Janet is twenty-nine. Janet has always loved Dave. She'd pretty much grown up around him. Over the years I'd known she had what I'd considered a schoolgirl crush on him but I guess I never saw it for what it was.

For the past few years my love for Dave had grown complacent. It wasn't that I didn't love him any more, just that I wasn't excited by him any more. Over the years Dave had become comfortable like an old pair of shoes to me. He let his hair get kind of shaggy like the farm boys around here and was sporting a little bit of a tummy as well. 

We did pretty well financially but you couldn't tell it by the way Dave lived. Sure I drove a Mercedes E class but Dave had a seven year old 2005 Mustang that was rusting out. The body panels weren't rusty but the springs, shocks and most of the mechanical components on the car were. I guess that car was a lot like my husband, proud, powerful and in need of a make over.

I guess over time I grew self important. As Dave and his business got bigger and more important, I did too. Soon I wore only designer clothes, and drove my Mercedes everywhere I went. Somehow over time it was as if Mark and I flipped personalities. I became the woman who belonged in a big city, and Dave who was from Chicago became a small town boy.

The community was becoming tired of my big city antics and simply loved Dave when all of this came to a head anyway. Dave was just like them. He gave credit to farmers who weren't able to get it anywhere else. He also deferred payments on equipment repairs until the harvest came in since he knew that was when they could most afford to pay them.

Another thing he did that galled me to no end was with the schools. The combined school district decided to buy a few computers for labs in each school. The total number of computers in the whole district was only about fifty machines but still a fairly large number. The district had to get quotes from three companies to handle maintaining and upgrading the machines. Two of the companies were of course out of town vendors. Both of them came up with yearly figures that were far more than the towns thought they could handle. It was decided to host a town meeting to talk about a tax to raise money for maintaining the computers.

I was as shocked as anyone else when Dave stood up at the meeting and told the assembly which included the Mayors and city councils of both towns that he'd do it for free. He'd also do upgrades for only the cost of the software. I couldn't believe he'd thrown that amount of money away. But that was Dave. He figured that we had enough money to live very comfortably on and that was enough.

Of course that only made me even more important around town and eventually that led me to where I am now. I don't exactly remember when I first thought I was tired of or bored with Dave only that it did happen. I started dressing even better and spending more and more time away from home. I also started flirting more openly. At first the guys in town flirted back with me, but after a while they stopped. They'd just look at me kind of funny. I told myself that it was because they were from a small town and therefore small minded, but during this walk after my embarrassment yesterday I've realized that I was wrong.

Then of course there's Jeff. Jeffery Rossberg, attorney at law. He blew into to town like a breath of fresh air. He has an E class too. Only I found out last night that the car wasn't actually his. It belonged to his wife that he'd conveniently neglected to tell me about. In fact most of the things that Jeffery had told me during the four months that he was fucking me weren't really true.

Anyway Jeff responded to my flirting and took it to another level. He was always complementing me and telling me how pretty I was. The funny thing about it was that Jeff was actually supposed to be dating Janet. The thing was she went out with him for a few days after he first got to town and then she didn't want to have anything to do with him. She just laughed any time his name was mentioned. I guess in this one case my little sister was smarter than I was.

I wish someone would have told me what made her dump him. Maybe I wouldn't be walking my ass down this lonely country road right now. I guess it was the Dave scale all over again. Ever since she met him, my sister had always compared every boy she met to my husband. And I guess in her mind most of them had failed. I needed to get to town so I could find someone to take me home. Failing that I needed to get some money out of one of our accounts so I could get home.

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"David Forrester, are you dressed yet?" somehow despite how bad I felt, hearing Janet yelling for me seemed right. "Get your ass in here if you want some coffee."

"Janet, please stop yelling," I said as I walked into her spotless kitchen. Janet was standing in front of her coffee maker, as naked as the day she was born. She turned around and kissed me again. She pressed her naked body against me and threw everything she had into the kiss.

"Shouldn't you have some clothes on?" I asked.

"Nope this is the way I want you to remember me," she smiled. Then she kissed me again.

"Why are you constantly doing that?" I asked her.

"Because I don't know how this is going to end," she said. "And just in case it doesn't go the way it should, I'll know that I put everything I had into trying to get what I want." She just smiled at me.

"What was the last thing you remember before you woke up this morning?" she asked. "Think hard."

We sat down at her kitchen table and she grabbed my hand.

"Yesterday in the early evening I got a call to come out and look at the big Gauss projectors they use out in the drive in." I said. "They were having some trouble getting the video feeds from those small wireless cameras they use to show up on the screen. It turned out it wasn't a hardware issue, it was software. So I started working on it. I didn't have very much time since they needed to use the wireless cams between the movies in a double feature," I said. It was all coming back now. She saw that I was beginning to remember things and squeezed my hand.

"I needed to test the system so I sent a couple of their guys out to get some footage; you know joke stuff like couples kissing in cars. They put that stuff up on the big screen between the features. It's always hilarious. I'd intended to just show it on the monitors in the projection room, but somehow I got the feed mixed up and broadcast the footage on the big screen so everyone in the audience saw it. I remember how my heart nearly stopped beating as I saw your sister, my wife, having her breasts fondled by that snake in the grass lawyer. While he was doing that she was licking his dick like it was an ice cream cone."

I couldn't go on any further. I almost started crying like a baby.

Janet started stroking my hand. "Do you remember anything after that?" she asked.

"I ran down to his car," I said. "I dragged him out of his car and punched him in the mouth. I only hit him once time, but he folded up like an accordion. A lot of people came over after that. You were there Janet. I was in shock. Mrs. Daniels that old lady who volunteers at the library on Tuesdays came up and asked me if I had kicked him in the crotch. I shook my head, so she did it. She kicked him hard too."

Janet winced and then smiled remembering it. "What happened after that?" she asked.

"I remember the Sheriff coming over and trying to wake Jeff up. Jeff came to and told the Sheriff that he wanted to file assault charges against me, because I had punched him and probably kicked him because his nuts were aching badly."

"Five or six people came up and all said that Jeff had been staggering around and had fallen and struck his mouth on the side of his car. They thought he was drunk. So the Sheriff took them at their word and gave Jeff a citation for public drunkenness, and one for operating a motor vehicle while intoxicated. Then he gave him one for filing a false crime report for his allegation against me."

"I remember him screaming that he was being railroaded. And the Sheriff took both him and Mabel away. But they didn't go towards the jail. They went to the movie office. You and I were there too. The Judge was there Janet, how did he know?" 

"I'll tell you later Hon, go on," she smiled.

"The Judge just looked at Mabel and shook his head. He was talking to her and I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying to her but he pulled out some papers and had her sign them. She kept saying she didn't want to sign them that it was all a mistake. He said yeah and she'd been the one who made the mistake, but the town protected its own." Janet nodded her head. 

"Then they took the two of them outside and I don't remember what happened to them but I do remember sitting down with the Judge, the Sheriff, the Mayor and a bunch of other guys. We were drinking and having a good time. There were a few women there too. I remember meat cooking, was it a barbecue?" Janet nodded again.

"Then I remember waking up this morning with you uhm..."

"Giving you a blowjob?" she asked smiling. "Or trying to anyway." Now it was my turn to nod.

"Okay let me fill in some of the blanks for you, then," she said. "This all started about a week ago. But really I guess the seeds were sown much longer ago than that."

I could tell she was about to tell me some things that were painful because she took my coffee cup and led us into the living room where we sat down on her sofa. I sat upright on the sofa. I was afraid that any position where I had to lean or recline would result in my still aching head falling off of my neck. Janet on the other hand sat down next to me as close as she could get. She draped her legs over me and still held onto my hands. "Comfy," she asked. I nodded and she looked at her watch. It was nearly nine. There was no way we'd make it to town in twelve minutes. I didn't care because I didn't know why we were going to the bank anyway.

"Alright, I'm sure you know that from the time I knew what boys were, I've been in love with you. What you don't know is that it wasn't some schoolgirl crush. Over the years Mabel and I have had numerous arguments about you. The most recent one was only a week ago. We'll get back to that in a little bit. Anyway I've had a boyfriend here and there, because I am human, but none of them measured up to you." she smiled at me and kissed my hand.

"About six weeks ago I started dating Jeff Rossberg. We went out a couple of times and as usual he just wasn't you. I don't get rid of guys just because they aren't you but he just seemed rather creepy to me. I got the feeling that he was just another pussy hound and I didn't intend to be just another conquest for him. Then when I checked him out on the internet, it got even more interesting. He's probably one of the world's biggest liars. The car he drives isn't his. It's his wife's. The law firm he works at isn't his. He isn't a lawyer, he's a paralegal. He just files court documents for the lawyers at the firm. The firm is owned by his wife's father, and his last name isn't Rossberg. That's his wife's family name and they just allowed him to switch to it when he married her. So any way I dumped him." She smiled at me again. I was beginning to enjoy being with her.


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"So after the parting of the ways I began hearing from people that we'd slept together, which wasn't true. I didn't care as long as he didn't say it in my presence. But then people started asking me really weird questions like "Have I ever done my sister?" It turned out he was going all over town telling people that he'd fucked Mabel too. And I figured that it was just like it had been with me, pure horseshit. Then last week I saw them out behind the restaurant on Fourth Street. He had his hand under her skirt and she was just standing there letting him. So I walked up to them and slapped the shit out of him, and asked her how she could be so fucking stupid?"

Janet had gotten really worked up so I hugged her a little bit for what she'd done. That got a little moan out of her. 

"Anyway she just looked at me real stupidly with her eyes all big," she said. "Then she told me that I didn't understand. That you were always at work and she was bored. She needed a little distraction sometimes and that I'd understand it when I grew up. Jeff started getting upset when she called him a distraction. So she said that she didn't mean that he was a distraction. Then she said that he had more in common with her than you ever did. She was tired of you practically giving the business away. She was talking about how you could have been making a lot more money and living in a much bigger house. You two could be way richer."

Janet got up and went to the phone then. She pointed a finger at me as if to say hang on we'll finish this in a minute. She punched in a number and then waited. Then she started talking to someone on the line. I heard her mention my name a couple of times and tell them that I was fine. Then she put the phone up to my ear.

"Hello" I said.

"Hey Dave, I'm sorry for your loss. But in the end you're going to be a lot better off and probably happier too. I just spoke to Janet and I just need for you to Okay the temporary changes in your personal accounts."

"Okay," I said."

"So you do authorize a temporary hold on all of your personal accounts and any access to those same accounts?" she asked.

"Uhm yes," I said. "But what about my business accounts I still want my people to be able to order supplies and buy things."

"None of your business accounts will be affected," she said.

"Okay, thanks," I said then I handed the phone back to Janet.

Janet spoke to the woman for several more minutes. I heard her laugh a couple of times and her asking the woman to call her if that happened. Then she turned back to me. She took my hand and led me back to her couch.

"Lie down, Dave," she said. I did and she took my shoes off. Then she lay down next to me on her big soft old couch. She scooted her butt up next to me until we were spooned together and she started her story again.

"She begged me not to tell you that I'd seen her," said Janet. "But then Jeff as usual started running his mouth off. He told her that it didn't matter because you were going to have to find out about them sooner or later anyway when she filed for the divorce. I saw red then. My stupid sister thought that Jeff was a rich lawyer, but like I already told you he doesn't have a pot to piss in on his own. He just saw this as a chance to hook up with a stupider woman and have you support the both of them with the divorce settlement." I was shocked by what Janet had just told me.

"But... I loved her," I said. Janet pushed her ass against me closer.

"I know you did baby, but you can and will get over her. I'll make sure of it," she said. "Anyway I went to see the Judge then and told him everything I knew. We drew up the divorce papers then. The problem was that we needed a reason to force her to sign them. All of the divorce laws in this country were written to protect the woman's interests in the case of a divorce, even when she's a lying, cheating, heart-breaking guttersnipe like my sister.

So we thought about it and decided that the best way would be to come up with what we thought was a fair settlement either lump sum or in monthly payments and force her to sign it. In order to force her to sign it we needed some kind of leverage. Believe it or not the incident at the drive-in just happened. We didn't plan it. But there were a few people around town who knew what was going on with Mabel and Jeff and were supposed to be taking pictures and gathering evidence for us to use. 

Our plan was that we'd call Mabel in one day and confront her with all of the evidence of her cheating on you and force her to sign the papers. Then we'd get her to write you a "Dear John letter," and leave town. And after she left, I'd help you to get over her.

Anyway after seeing her in front of half of both towns on that huge screen, we have an even stronger case. The Judge and the Sherriff threw Jeff into jail last night. His wife and her family posted his bond this morning and dragged him home by his dick. From what Bonnie at the bank told me he'll be divorced and cut off very soon. They turned Mabel loose outside of the drive in, but since they confiscated Jeff's car she had to try to walk home."

"But that's nearly thirty miles," I said.

"Serves her right," smirked Janet. "Anyway Honey, you were in shock. I guess seeing the woman you love twenty feet tall on that giant screen sucking some other guy off, with the whole town watching will probably do that. The judge figured the best thing for you would be to take you out and get you drunk. So they did. The Sherriff remembered from his brother's divorce that the only thing that snapped his brother out of it was getting with another woman at some sleazy strip club. I wouldn't stand for that so as soon as you were drunk, I took over."

I looked at Janet then. I wondered why she was doing all of this. "I don't usually drink much," I said. "I discovered back in college that I don't have a high tolerance for liquor. If I drink Tequila it's really bad."

"Honey," she said. "You must have been in bad shape then because you not only finished the bottle, you ate the fucking worm."

I didn't know what to say to that so I just tried to look anywhere but at her.

"Then I brought you home," she said. "I brought you to my house because I'm comfortable here and it was closer. Do you remember the rest," She looked at me with one of her eyebrows arched and a big smile on her face.

"Nope," I said. "Did I make a fool out of myself while I was drunk? You know..."

"You mean did you try to have sex with me?" she smirked.

I nodded nervously. She pushed herself closer still into my hardening crotch.

"Nope, you didn't try," she began. And I was relieved.

"I stripped you naked as soon as we got in the door and you fucked me three times last night. The first time was on the floor right there," she said pointing to a spot right in the doorway.

"For the second one we made it upstairs into my bedroom. That was really nice. You told me you loved me then. And you said that if you weren't already married you'd marry me. Then we fell asleep. I woke up at about three in the morning and went into the bathroom to pee and to clean all of the "Dave," out of me. I felt really good. When I got back into bed and snuggled up against you, it started all over again."

I was beyond embarrassed. "I'm sorry Janet," I told her. "This must have been at least as bad for you as it was for me. I really don't know what to say or anything. I guess I just feel numb right now. I can't believe that Mabel would cheat on me. I guess I'm clueless. And to tell you the truth I don't blame her. I've kind of let myself go. I guess I'm kind of like that rusty old Mustang out there. You can look at me and tell that I used to be something, but now I'm just a joke."

I tried to sit up and get away from her, but she just pushed herself closer against me.

"Janet I'm back in my right mind now," I told her. "I just wish you hadn't had to be the sacrificial lamb to put up with me last night."

"Dave, are you out of your fucking mind?" she snapped, sitting up and glaring at me.

"Ooh sometimes you just piss me off so badly," she said.

"Why the fuck do you think I'm here?" she asked me.

"Do you know why you woke up here and not in some whorehouse?" she asked. I shook my head dumbly.

"You're all embarrassed about everything and feeling like a charity case. You're just not seeing things because one stupid woman who really doesn't see things straight herself chose to try and shit on you," Janet was clearly pissed off.

"David, do I seem like I couldn't handle one drunk man?" she snapped. "Another thing, you aren't a violent drunk, and you aren't aggressive either. Everything that happened to you last night was because people care about you. The Sherriff and the Judge love you. All of the people in these two small towns love you. We wouldn't be able to get along without you. Your business serves both of these towns and in most cases you charge far less than anyone else would. The way you give credit to small farmers and small business owners and the things you do for the school even. Dave we all love you," she said.

"We're not going to let anyone shit on you, my stupid sister included. And as for last night, you obviously forgot that I took your clothes off Dave. I wanted to be with you. I always have. It's something I always wanted so when the opportunity came up, I took my shot," she said. 

"And both you and your Mustang just need a little attention. Just a little dust off and gussying up to help you reach your full potential. And then you'll both be something to see."

She didn't say anything for a while, she just glared at me. 

"You have sixty days before you have to be in court to either sign the final divorce papers or try to get my stupid sister back. Why don't you go on a diet, start a workout plan and rebuild your car. That way, you'll be shiny enough to make Mabel pull her fucking head out of her ass and want you back. Or maybe you'll be over her and want someone else."

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I don't know how far out of town I was when the next truck pulled up to me. It was a big old semi truck, probably delivering some kind of supplies or parts. The driver looked down at me from the cab of the truck and asked me where I was headed. 

"I just need a ride into town," I told him.

"How old are you?" he asked.

I guess my vanity made me think that he was wondering if I was over eighteen. The reality was something far different.

"I'm thirty five," I told him shaving about ten years off my age.

"Your dress is older than that," he snapped. "But it's a good starting point. Remember that old saying from back in the eighties about picking up hitchhikers?"

"No," I said puzzled.

"It was on all of the bumper stickers," he said.

"I still don't remember it," I said.

"Gas, grass, or...?" he hinted.

"Oh," I said remembering. "I don't have any money to give you for gas, that's why I'm going to the bank in town. I've never smoked marijuana so I don't have any and I don't see us having..."I began. I was sure the driver wouldn't just leave me stranded out here miles from town. He stuck his head back inside the cab and revved his engine and started to pull off.

"Wait," I screamed. No matter what I had to do, I couldn't walk another step. 

He helped me climb up into the sleeper compartment of his truck. Then he pulled my dress off and started fucking me. I was both surprised and numb. This wasn't making love this was...I didn't know what to call it. Dave always took his time with me and slowly worked me up until I just begged him to pleasure me. I hadn't actually had sex with Jeff yet. We were well on our way last night when we got caught but I wasn't going to have sex with Jeff until he'd asked me to marry him.

Anyway the trucker just rubbed my vagina with his rough hands and when he saw that I wasn't wet, spat into his hand and smeared it across my private parts. Then he jammed his rancid smelling penis into me and worked it in and out until I was loose enough for him to fuck me. Then he just started pounding me. I wanted to yell for him to stop but if I did, he'd throw me out of the truck and I'd have to walk the rest of the way to town. Anything beat that. So I just let him have my body while my mind tried to figure out my next move.

As soon as I got to town I'd get some money from the bank and call Dave and Jeff. There was no way I could afford to wait sixty days to speak to my husband. The money they were giving me was not nearly enough for me to live on. As I thought about it I wasn't really sure I even wanted a divorce. And Jeff, I liked the fact that he was in better shape than Dave was and he wore flashy clothes and drove a car like mine, but I wasn't really sure I wanted him. He really was exactly what I told my stupid little sister. He was a distraction. Sure things with Dave were boring, but when the shit hit the fan, Dave was the kind of man who would be there for me. I didn't know about Jeff. There was also the fact that out of shape or not Dave had tried to fight for me. I couldn't believe it when I saw him drag Jeff, who's bigger out of the car and pound the shit out of him over me.

So I needed to get to the bank and get some money so I could rent a car or pay someone to take me to my house. There I'd talk to Dave and see where we stood. If we could work things out the judge's order and the preliminary divorce agreement I'd signed last night wouldn't mean shit.

After the trucker got off of me, he actually had the balls to reach over and try to kiss me. "Maybe later you'll let me go again huh?" he asked.

"Just drive the fucking truck," I snapped. He was right about letting "Him," go again. I got nothing out of it. There was no way I'd let that bastard near me again. I couldn't believe it when we pulled up at the bank. We had only been driving for about ten minutes. He fucked me for about a half hour for a ten minute ride. I climbed down out of the truck and gave him the finger as I sat down on the bench outside the bank.

I was so exhausted that I fell asleep nearly instantly. Even my Select Comfort bed at home wasn't as comfortable as the bare wood of that bench felt. I woke up a couple of times before the bank opened. The first time was when I heard a rooster crow at the break of dawn. I knew that it would be some hours before the bank opened at nine. I went over to the diner and asked the waitress there if I could get breakfast if I promised to come back and pay her for it later when the bank opened. 

She looked at me as if I was a bug that had crawled out from under a rock. "Hell no," she snapped. "No money, no food!"

I knew that she didn't own the restaurant so I asked her who was in charge. She pointed to the guy behind the counter. I stormed over to him and slammed my hand down on the plate in front of him.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked him. 

"Some woman who slept in her dress," he said.

"Do you know my name?" I screamed at him. Everyone in the diner looked over at us.

"Mabel, I not only know your name, I know what size your sagging tits are and how you like to have them rubbed and tweaked. I know how you like to give blow jobs in the back of cars and where most of the dimples on your fat cellulite riddled ass are. What the fuck do you want?" he sneered. His voice was quiet so it didn't arouse any interest from his customers. The tone of his voice let me know that he not only knew about last night, he wasn't going to give me any kind of a break. I turned and left, keeping my dignity intact.

On my way past the back of the restaurant I saw a guy knock on the door. The door opened and the cook gave him a bag of food. I went over to him and asked him if I could have some of it. 

"Let me see your tits," he snarled. I looked around and made sure no one could see us. Then I leaned forward and pulled the front of my dress down.

He reached out and roughly grabbed my left breast. "They are kind of flat and saggy," he said. He turned me around and grabbed my ass. 

"Hey, where's my food?" I asked. "I'm starving."

"What food?" he asked gripping his bag tighter.

"You said that if I let you see my tits you'd give me some of your food," I reminded him.

"No," he said. "That's what you heard. You came over and asked if you could have some of my food. I didn't say you could or that I'd share it with you. I just asked you to let me see your tits. There was no deal made about the food. Besides all you have to do is go to the door and knock. This food is all leftovers that they can't sell. That's what I love about this town. They give it away since they can't sell it. Do you let everyone who asks, see your tits and feel on your ass?"

I walked away from him and went and knocked on the door. The young man who opened it took one look at me and nearly died of shock. He quickly closed the door in my face. I walked back over to the bank and sat on my bench again. 

After a few minutes I fell asleep again. An hour or so later I woke up when what I thought was several large raindrops hit me. I thought that I was going to get wet but mercifully it stopped. The next time I awakened it was bright and sunny out and the bank was about to open. I wondered why none of the bank employees had awakened me as they went in. Dave did a lot of business with this bank. They couldn't afford to get on my bad side.

There were a couple of kids pointing at me and laughing. I looked angrily at their mother who pulled them away and she was smiling too. I knew that my dress was wrinkled but that was no reason to be rude. Sally Anderson who worked in the bank saw me as I walked in and smiled and looked away from me. I got the idea that she was about to start laughing at me too.

I got into the line for the tellers. The man at the back of the line took a look at me as if he was horrified. He started coughing and quickly went and sat down at the desk the bank provided for filling out forms or writing checks. The woman in line ahead of me now, gestured for me to go ahead of her. She was trying not to laugh as she dialed her cell phone. She stayed about five feet behind me in line.

Mary Dickenson came over and pulled me out of line and escorted me into her office. Mary and I had gone to school together and she usually handled all of our accounts.

"Hi Mary," I said. "I'm glad you came and got me. I don't have my purse or my wallet, and I need some money."

"Oh that won't matter," she smiled.

"Finally," I said. I thought that I had finally found someone in this podunk town that would give me the respect that I deserved.

I noticed that Mary was dialing a phone, and trying very hard not to laugh.

"What is so funny about my dress being wrinkled?" I asked.

"It's not the dress," said Mary laughing. She reached into one of her desk drawers and brought out a hand mirror. She handed me the mirror and I looked at it. My makeup was terrible. My eyeliner had run down my face giving me a raccoon like look. My expensive lip gloss was smeared garishly across my face, probably when the truck driver kissed me while he fucked me. I looked like a cross between Heath Ledger as the Joker in that last Batman movie, and a transvestite hooker.

But the thing that had everyone laughing the most was probably the two large plops of bird shit in my hair right in the front. What I'd thought were raindrops had been the pigeons letting me know that they didn't approve of me either.

"So you said that it doesn't matter that I don't have my wallet or I.D." I said with all of the dignity I could muster.

"I think two hundred dollars would be sufficient," I said.

"What I meant when I said that it didn't matter," began Mary. "Was that it didn't matter whether you had your wallet or not because I can't give you any money."

"What the fuck are you talking about, you hayseed bitch," I snapped. I jumped to my feet and leaned over her breathing heavily. If she only knew what I'd endured.




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Mary remained unflawed and professional. "Mabel despite you thinking you belong in the big city high society, and your fancy clothes and car, you are every fucking bit as country as I am. We went to school together, we played together and we grew up together in the same small town. So get off of your high horse and let me explain what's going on."

I sat back down and she waited for a few moments and then began speaking again.

"The accounts that you have access to have been frozen temporarily," she said.

"I don't understand," I snapped. "That's never happened before. Why is my money frozen? Do you know how much money I have in this fucking bank?"

"Yes I do," she said sweetly. "Not a God damned dime. All of the money in every one of those accounts including the credit cards that you don't have on your person belongs to your husband, or if the information from last night was correct, soon to be ex husband."

"I don't know what is going on here," I snapped. "But Dave and I are still married. And we will be until the final decree. I'm going to get myself a great lawyer and in sixty days there will be no papers signed. Dave and I will be back together and all of you rednecks are going to spend a lot of time eating shit covered crow."

Mary started laughing. "What's so fucking funny?" I snapped.

"You should have left the last "R" out. Then we'd be eating you," she laughed.

"Okay," she said. "I've been told that if you came in I was authorized to extend you zero dollars and hand you the phone. Here's zero dollars," she gave me an empty bank envelope. And then she handed me the phone.

"Dave, I'm so sorry," I said into it.

"No you're not. Mabel you made your bed, now lie in it. Dave can't come to the phone right now," I knew that voice. It was my sister Janet.

"Janet you're not going to have my husband," I screamed into the phone.

"Why not, Mabel?" she asked. "He's going to make some woman in this town a great husband. Why not me?"

"Because you're my sister," I told her. "That's supposed to mean something."

"It means that I did call Mom and Dad in Chicago. I didn't tell them what a shitty thing you did to the man who loved you and supported you for over twenty years, the same guy who pays for all of Mom's expensive treatments there. I figured I'd let you tell them."

"Janet what are you talking about?" I asked.

"Dave needs some time away from you to get his head clear," she said. "So you're going to Chicago for two months. You can come back in sixty days for your day in court. You can also have one meeting with Dave at that time. Until then, Mabel, leave him alone. He's hurting badly enough as it is. I left you a bus ticket at the station, and a suitcase with some of your fancy clothes in it. I even left you twenty dollars to buy food during your trip. Go stay with Mom and Dad for a couple of months and think about what you did. Maybe when you get back he'll be ready to talk to you. Or maybe you'll be able to hook up with Jeff during that time."

"Thank you Janet," I said. "I really wish I could talk to Dave and work this out. But at least you've given me a chance."

"Don't thank me," she said coldly. "I'll be trying with all my heart to take him away from you."

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That evening Janet made me a salad for dinner, lettuce, tomatoes and celery from her garden, with some chunks of turkey thrown in for protein.

"Great appetizer," I said. "What else are we having?"

"That was dinner," she said. "You're on a diet."

After dinner she washed all of the dishes and dragged me into the kitchen with her to rinse and dry them. Despite the fact that I fixed every appliance in town and had contracts with all of the major manufacturers, Janet didn't have a dishwasher.

"I don't want one," she told me when I mentioned it.

After that we sat on the porch and watched the stars and the night from her porch swing. When it got cooler she wrapped a blanket around us and we sat there swinging and talking. She got me to talk about everything that I was feeling. It felt really good to get a lot of that out.

She also told me a lot of things that I never knew about her. I had watched her grow up, but I guess there are things about the people we know and love that are secrets to all of us. Janet ran my computer repair division but she didn't have a computer of her own. She did have an iPad that she could use for email and internet service, but while at home she liked things to be uncomplicated. She was basically a country girl who'd been educated in the city.

Mabel on the other hand wanted every modern day convenience. She only kept things until a newer model came out. The more complicated something was the better she liked it. Mabel had never worked a day in her life. She saw herself as belonging in a faster paced modern city and thought that life here was boring. Maybe being in Chicago was the best thing for her.

When it was time for bed, I grabbed the blanket we'd used on the porch and headed for the couch.

"What exactly are you doing?" Janet asked.

"I'm going to sleep," I said.

"Our bedroom is upstairs," she snapped.

"Janet I've already taken advantage of you, far more than I should have," I began.

"God what a moron," she smirked. "Okay last night we slept together. True, you were drunk, but I wasn't. You've already fucked me more than once. If you don't want to have sex with me that's fine, but why do I have to suffer?"

"What do you mean suffer?" I asked.

"Last night for the first time, I got something that my sister has had for half of her fucking life. I went to sleep wrapped in the arms of someone who cares about me. I was so happy that the first thing I could think of to do this morning was to...Well you remember. Anyway, I know that you didn't mean what you said last night and I'm not holding you to it. But I'd really like to sleep with you at least next to me for a few more nights. There's no need for me to be here alone in my little house, while you're rambling around in that supermarket you and Mabel called home, alone too."

She looked over at me and smiled, "I won't bite ya, unless you want me to. I won't put any pressure on you. We'll keep things casual, we'll just be friends. I promise."

I followed her up the stairs remembering what her body looked like without the clothes. As I lay there that night listening to her breathing as she snuggled up beside me, I tried to compare sleeping next to her with her sister. I don't know what I came up with because when I woke up the next morning she was pulling me out of the bed.

"Come on sleepy head, it's time to get up," she said.

"Whuh," I said. "What's for breakfast?"

"Dirt," she said smiling."We're going out to exercise. No breakfast until we get rid of some tummy."

I got out of bed and she had a pair of sweat pants and a t-shit laid out for me. I dressed as she sat there smiling at me.

"Don't forget your running shoes," she smirked. I bent over and pulled the shoes on. I noticed that she had on flip-flops. 

"How are you going to run in those," I asked. 

"I'm not," she smirked. "I'll be riding my bike. I'm going to work out with you but I don't need as much as you do. You already like my legs and my ass so I'm fine there."

We got out of the house with me complaining all the way. It was barely light out. "We're going to run down to the diner for breakfast. You get a glass of freshly squeezed juice, two strips of bacon, a half a piece of lightly buttered toast, and a half of a grapefruit," she said.

"That's all," I growled.

"That's not the bad part," she smirked. "It's six a.m. your breakfast will be there until six-twenty. The diner is two miles away. If it takes you longer than twenty minutes to run there you don't eat."

"What happens when I get there?" I asked. 

"Then you and I have a nice breakfast together, then we run back home, do our morning exercises then we take a shower and go to work. You have a short day planned then we come back here to start that other thing."

"What other thing?" I asked.

"We'll talk about it when we get to it. Get your ass in gear or you don't get breakfast," she smiled.

I started running. Ten minute miles were fairly easy, so she had a good plan. Every week we'd shave off a minute until I couldn't keep up with it. That meant that every week I'd have to get faster by thirty seconds each mile. That meant that by the end of the fourth week I'd be at the fastest I'd ever run, eight minute miles. I didn't know what would happen then but for now I just wanted my breakfast, so I ran.

Any time that I lagged or tried to relax Janet would get ahead of me. Just the sight of her delectable ass in those shorts made me want to run faster. When we got to the diner, Rose, the waitress there smiled at us and pointed to our table. She looked at the clock on the wall and we had thirty seconds left before we'd have starved.

Janet told me how proud she was of me. She kicked her flip-flops off under the table and ran her bare feet up and down my sweaty legs. She seemed to enjoy touching me any chance she got. That was so different from Mabel and the way she only touched me if we were having sex.

I noticed how all of the guys in the diner stared at Janet in her workout clothes. The strange thing about it was that when Mabel dressed up she did it so that people would notice her and she had to prance around and make sure everyone saw her. Then she had to point out to me that there were people looking at her. Somehow Janet made sure I knew that I was the only one whose opinion mattered to her. 

We returned home a lot slower. When we got there and I was ready to drop, she looked at me and said, "Oh no cowboy, we're not done. Sit ups and pushups, we've got to get that upper body in shape too."

Janet's concept of sit-ups was bizarre. I lay down on the floor and bent my knees. She straddled my legs sitting on my feet and holding my legs to give me leverage. As I made it up each time she kissed me. I only made ten that first time then I fell out. 

"Come on one more," she crooned. "I'll make it worth your while." I looked up at her.

"I can't do it Janet," I said. 

"Come on," she said. "You'll like it."

I started pulling myself upwards with my gut straining all the way. I was going to give up until I looked at Janet and noticed that she'd taken her shirt off. My eyes got bigger and I pulled myself through the last bit just to ask her why she'd done that.

When I was almost up she grabbed me and pulled me the rest of the way. "I knew you could do it," she said. Then she kissed me but this one wasn't just a peck like all the others were. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and held me against her breasts. "You can do anything you set your mind to, Dave," she said. "I really believe in you."

I was feeling warm all over.

"Push-ups," she said. "I need ten."

Janet's push-ups also involved kisses. I got in pushup position over her and every time I had to lower my body down until our lips made contact. Then push up away from her. As out of shape as I was I only made six but she was still proud of me.

"Wait til you see what you get when you can do twenty," she said. 

I was even more exhausted. "But you didn't work-out," I said.

"I got all hot and sweaty watching you, honey," she smirked.

Then I went up to her bathroom to take a shower. I was getting ready to soap myself off when the shower door opened and Janet stepped in.

"Relax, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," she said. "I'm just saving time and saving water."

After our shower we went to work. Over the past few years I'd had meetings with all of the staff every morning anyway. That way we'd know what we had to do about staffing and check to see if any of the areas like Farm equipment repairs or appliances or computers needed more people or were not busy and could possible help someone else out.

I generally handled anything weird and there were a couple of customers that liked me to handle their repairs personally. After the meeting I thanked everyone for handling everything while I was off the previous day. They were all very supportive and let me know that I should take more time off. I got ready to pick my repair and found that I was already scheduled. My repairs were on a machine that was already down in my shop. I went down there and before I could turn on the lights, the door slammed closed and I was pushed up against the wall roughly.

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When I got off the bus in Chicago, I was beyond pissed. Janet had a hell of a sense of humor. None of the clothes that she put in the suitcase would work together. In the bus station's restroom I'd opened the suitcase and tried to change into another outfit to replace the wrinkled dress I wore. I found several pairs of casual slacks that would be perfect for the bus ride. Unfortunately she hadn't included any tops that would match them. The few tops that she did put in were great tops but went with skirts or under other tops. The other problem was that they were all very loud colors. Then she didn't pack any stockings for me only socks. None of which matched any others. The same thing with shoes, she gave me six shoes, four of which there were no matches for, and the last two were ridiculously high heeled and very un-sturdy. They were perfect for a cocktail party or a theater opening night, but for any occasion where walking might be necessary they sucked. 

So I got a pair of loud yellow pants that were too tight, with an orange and purple striped shirt. I wore no stockings or socks with them and shoes that in this context made me look like a hooker. My bus was leaving soon so all I could do was to quickly try to dab the bird shit out of my hair. That meant I didn't get a chance to do anything to my make-up and wouldn't you know that Janet somehow forgot to send me any make-up anyway.

So I'm dressed like a circus clown come prostitute, with smeared Joker/transvestite makeup and the remnants of dried bird shit in my hair as I got on the bus. Guess what, it still didn't give me any privacy. As soon as the bus pulls out an old geezer gets up walks down three seats and plops his ass down next to me.

"How much for a blow job?" he asks so loudly that I was sure everyone on the bus heard him.

My life couldn't get any better. It was an eight hour bus ride. The only window on the bus that wouldn't open was the one that I was sitting by. Still the bus seat was even more comfortable than my bench had been, so I quickly fell asleep. I woke up to find that the old geezer next to me was pawing my boobs. I slapped him so hard he fell off the bench and then he started muttering to everyone that I was the only hooker he'd ever met who wasn't friendly at all. And I was over-priced. He also confided to the guy he sat next to that I wasn't worth it because my titties were squishy. The man really needed to learn how to whisper, because everyone on the fucking bus heard him.

When we got to the first stop, the driver made everyone get off the bus. I begged him to let me stay on the bus and sleep but he wouldn't. He told me we'd only be at the station for twenty minutes and I could sit on the bench out front and he'd pull right back up in twenty minutes and wake me if I fell asleep. So that's what I did. After my ordeal that night I was more tired than I'd ever been and my legs ached badly. I got off the bus dragging my suitcase with me and sat down on the bench right in front of the station. Sure enough I drifted off to sleep and the bus driver woke me a few minutes later. He was smiling at me when he woke me.

"Did another bird shit in my hair?" I asked.

"Nope," he smiled pointing down. Suddenly I noticed that someone's small dog was pissing on the leg of the bench I was sitting on and it was getting all over me. I moved my leg and he pointed to the sign I'd just sat down next to. When I first sat down I'd seen the sign, I thought it was the name of the station we were at.

In my condition I didn't feel the need to read anything that didn't say Chicago on it. The sign read, "Wet Paint." 

I tried to get up only to find that my clothes were stuck to the quickly drying bench. The driver pulled me up tearing my shirt in the process. I didn't care anymore I just wanted to get to Chicago and start planning on how I'd get back with one of my men. The driver wouldn't let me sit down on the bus. He got a bunch of newspapers and put them on the seat to protect it from my paint splattered clothes. Then we got under way.

When we got to the station in Chicago, I got up, only to find that the newspapers were stuck to the back of my clothes. I just got up and got off of the bus. My mom and dad were there waiting for me. From the expressions on their faces I could tell that they were wondering what had happened to me. 

My dad came over to me and then quickly backed away.

"Mabel you smell like cat pee," he said.

"Actually Daddy, it's dog pee, but it's a long story," I said. People at the bus station were smiling and laughing at my clothes and my face and of course the newspapers stuck to my back. My mother didn't say a word. Mothers always know. My dad was his usual self. He was laughing and smiling and trying to make conversation. 

We were all shocked when the old geezer I rode part of the trip with came over and told my dad, "Hey buddy, I'd find another whore if I was you. Her blow jobs are too expensive, her tits are too squishy, she's mean and she smells like cat piss. I think she may have a disease. If you're that desperate for pussy there's plenty of whores around here, let that one go."

He walked away leaving my dad standing there with his mouth open. 

Once we got into the car my dad asked me what the man was talking about. "Just a misunderstanding Daddy," I smiled. 

Then my mother took over. "Mabel, what did you do?" she asked, looking at me like she could see sin.

"Mother, how do you know that I did something?" I snapped. 

"Mabel if someone had done something to you, you would have told Dave first and he'd have handled it. That man loves you. He'd never let anyone hurt you for any reason. If Dave had done something to you, you'd have called your sister and then called us. Janet called us and told us to pick you up at the station. When I asked her if Dave was okay and if she was, she said that she was fine, and that Dave was hurting pretty bad but he'd be okay eventually. All of that adds up to you doing something. Now what did you do?" she asked.

Even my dad was looking at me. "Is it so bad that you can't fix it?" he asked.

"I'm not sure I want to fix it," I said. "Dave is boring, so I found someone else."

My dad jammed on the brakes so hard that I almost flew through the windshield. "What?" he asked. He just glared at me like I was stupid. Over the next few days I settled into life at my parent's house. They made sure to mention to me several times a day that they weren't exactly happy with me being back in the nest, even temporarily.

Their house was a three bedroom colonial. There was their bedroom, which they slept in. There was a second bedroom that they had turned into a gym or workout room. And there was the last bedroom which they'd turned into their home theater and media room. I slept in the living room in a sleeping bag on the floor because they'd spent eleven hundred dollars on a couch and Dad didn't want me ruining it.

On the third day I finally got in touch with Jeff. He answered the phone tentatively."

"Hello," he said in a very quiet voice.

"Jeff, baby it's me," I squealed. The line went quiet. Then someone else came on the phone. "Who is this?" she asked.

"This is Mabel Forrester," I said.

"Oh, the whore," she snapped. "This is Jeffrey's wife, or possibly his ex wife. I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to forgive him one more time. Did you know that Jeffrey is unemployed, has nowhere to live and doesn't own a car?"




OND



I was shocked.

"But what about the Mercedes E class?" I asked.

"Jeffrey used to drive my car while he was running errands to the courthouse as my father's paralegal. He got into some kind of trouble recently in Dellaville and my father fired him. If you want to support Jeffrey, you're welcome to him. I'll have all of his few belongings put into a shopping bag and you can come and get him."

I hung up the phone realizing that I was in trouble. 

For the past few weeks I'd been fooling myself. I'd been trapped in a fantasy where I was the star of my own little world and everyone else was merely a supporting or bit player. I had now reached the scene where the heroine was tested. The question is would I be up to the challenge? There were three paths set before me. The first and most secure would be to strike out on my own. I'm a strong woman and I could go out and get a job and be self supporting. Or I could invent something or start my own business.

The second choice was to go out and get myself another man to take care of me and see to my needs. After all I was beautiful and well dressed and had all of the charms of any big city woman, how hard could it be?

The third choice and the completely least palatable would be to admit that I was wrong and go crawling back to Dave and beg him to take me back. I was sure that I could get Dave back with the barest of effort. But the question was did I really even want him back? Of the three choices this one would be the easiest for me to accomplish. I figured that all I'd have to do is go home, put on some lingerie, give him a little bit of pussy whenever he wanted it for the first week or so, and then it would be business as usual.

I decided to use option three as my back up plan just in case the other two failed. I really liked option number one. So one night after my parents went to sleep, I got out a notebook and picked up the newspaper. I started looking at job listings and suddenly realized that I was in trouble. It was really hard to decide what type of job to try for when I really couldn't even remember what I'd gone to college for. I needed to talk to Dave. He could remember that type of useless information. Shit, why should I remember it. I'd been married for over twenty years and we'd gotten married just months after I left college. So I called the house. The phone rang and rang and no one answered it. So I called his cell phone. It was answered on the third ring.

"Dave honey, what did I do in college? Do I have a degree?" I asked.

"Dave isn't your honey, and he's busy," snapped a female voice. 

"Who is this?" I asked. "Why are you answering my husband's phone?"

"Jeezus Mabel, I know you're a little bit off but don't tell me you can't recognize your on sister's voice," she said.

"Janet," I snapped. "Shouldn't you be out somewhere doing something? David is more than capable of entertaining himself."

"Goodbye Mabel," she said. "Your degree was in childhood development. But that was over twenty years ago. It's probably useless now. And to tell you the truth you'd be a shitty mother, and an even worse childcare provider."

Janet hung up the phone on me. Childhood development? Why the hell had I gone to school for that. I thought about it for a while and finally remembered. Back before I met Dave and he started the business I'd wanted to work with children. I'd even intended to have children with Dave. He'd have been a great father. Why had I given up that dream? I thought about it more and realized that it had been the money. 

Once Dave's business had taken off and I started being able to have everything I wanted, looking good and being fashionable had just seemed to become more important. If I'd gotten pregnant it would have ruined my figure. I'd have become one of those corn fed country girls with child bearing hips. The seats in my E class were simply not big enough for an ass like that. And what about clothes? Most of the designers I wore didn't make their clothing in sizes that big. So I'd gone on the pill and though Dave had mentioned kids a couple of times over the years, we each had our own pursuits to keep us busy.

Okay so I couldn't find a job. I'd have to do the next best thing and start my own business. Shit, how hard could it be? Dave had done it, and if he wasn't such an easy going type, we could have been mega rich. All I had to do was figure out what type of business I wanted to start and then the sky would be the limit. So I thought long and hard about what I was good at and what I liked doing.

During the thinking, I was so quiet that it forced me to notice something. My parents were having sex only a few feet away from me in the next room. How dare they? They seemed to be enjoying themselves though they were trying to be quiet. Just the thought of my mother spreading her fat legs and grinding her gray haired vagina against my father was enough to make me gag. Then thinking about my Daddy's wrinkled old ass going up and down as he pumped away, doing my mom doggy style was the limit. I began to question my sanity.

Finally I could tell they were done. Thank goodness! Then I imagined them lying there together in the darkness with their arms wrapped around each other like Dave and I used to do. When had we given that up? It used to make me feel so good and so loved. I remember now. It was when I started spending over three hundred dollars getting my hair done. I had to make sure my style was maintained properly so I had to wear a scarf over it at night and I couldn't snuggle up against Dave because I needed a special pillow that supported me by my neck instead of my head to protect my waves.

Somehow in retrospect maybe it wasn't such a good trade. Dave had always thought I was beautiful no matter what I wore or how I dressed. Fucking Jeffrey had been the one to always belittle my clothing or appearance unless it was perfect. Okay enough of the past. What am I good at? I obviously have a flare for fashion. Perhaps I can open my own clothing store and maybe later on move into design. That would be a great way to start. I made a list of everything I needed to start my own clothing store.

The next morning at breakfast, while my Dad scowled at me over his coffee, I asked him point blank how much money we had.

"What do you mean "We, Kemosabe?" he asked.

"I'm thinking of starting my own business and I need a lot of money Dad," I said. He almost fell over laughing at me. Then he straightened up, looked at me and started laughing again. My mother came in and asked him what was so funny. He told her about me starting a business. To Mom's credit, she didn't laugh, but she did smile and come over and feel my forehead.

"Seriously Dad, how much money do we have?" I snapped. He got serious and said, "None."

I was aghast. 

"We did put some money away for the future," he said. "We wanted to be able to do some things and see some things during our old age. We also saved enough money to give you and your sister a little chunk of change in an emergency. But damn it, you can't ever foresee the future." Mom came over and hugged him.

"Mabel, your mom's medical condition costs us more than we ever imagined. When she was first diagnosed and was literally screaming her head off, I was willing to do anything I had to in order to stop her pain. Her treatments are expensive but they're worth it. Looking at her today you almost can't tell she's suffering any discomfort. But it ate up nearly all of our savings. I didn't know what I was going to do. I even thought about going back to work, so we'd have some money coming in."

"Your husband just picked up the payments and told me not to go back to work because your mom and I should be able to spend our golden years together. He said to let the young people work. We'd earned our rest. So after a few months when my pension checks started to give us a nearly comfortable bank balance again, I called him and told him that we could pay for some of the treatments ourselves. He told us to use that money to take the trips we wanted or go and see the things we wanted to see."

"So you do have some money?" I asked.

"Yeah but I'm doing what my son suggested. Next month your mom and I are going to see the Grand Canyon," he said.

I was pissed. How dare he even think about going to see some hole in the fucking desert when I needed that God damned money?

"Dad," I said seriously. "Isn't it true that without Dave paying for mom's treatment, you wouldn't be going to the Damned Canyon in the first place?"

"Probably," he said. "You never know what can happen."

"Well then since the money came from David and me, technically it's my money too, and I want it," I said.

"Mabel, you've never lifted a finger since you married that man. That's what's wrong with you. He's spoiled you to the point that you don't think you should even smell your own farts. You didn't give us a fucking dime, Dave did. So I'll call him and see what he thinks. If he says to give you the money we will."

I didn't see what the problem was as soon as my business took off I'd pay them back. How long could it take? A couple of weeks, a month at the very worst and they'd have the money back. Shit, the Grand Canyon was thousands of years old, almost as old as my parents. It wasn't going anywhere.

My Dad glared at me and headed for the phone. He called Dave's cell and was soon talking to him. He laughed and said some things and then told Dave to keep his chin up it would get better, then he hung up and came back to me.

"Dave said that the money for your mom's treatments wasn't dependent on your marriage. It wasn't a gift, it was simply family helping each other out. He says that he'd continue helping us whether you remain married or not. He said your mom and I should enjoy the Canyon and he offered to spring for one of those helicopter tours for us. He said that you should go to the bank for a loan to start your business like he did and like everyone else did," said my dad smirking at me.

"Why didn't I think of that?" I screamed. "For a boring guy Dave has some pretty good ideas."

"Mabel there are two other things we need to talk about," said my dad.

I just looked at him. "Yes Daddy."

"What happened between you and Dave? He seems to be too broken up about this for it not to be serious?" he asked.

"I already told you I found someone better, or I thought I had," I said.

"There's also the fact that you should probably start paying us rent to stay here," he said.

"What," I snapped. "How the hell can you even think about charging your own daughter rent to sleep on the floor in this...?" I wisely didn't complete my statement.

I just nodded my head and told him we'd talk about it when I got back from the bank. I borrowed a dress from my mom that didn't look too bad. 

I went down to the bank and filled out a loan application. I had to wait for over an hour to see a loan officer. He asked me some of the dumbest questions I ever heard. Things like did I have any collateral? Did I have any experience running a business? He wanted to see my business plan and a list of expenses. Was I going to rent or buy?

Rent or buy what? I had no idea what he was talking about. I got up and excused myself and went home. 

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I'd been roughly slammed against the wall in my own workshop area. I figured that maybe someone wanted to steal some of the tools or equipment. If I stayed quiet and didn't give them a problem maybe they'd just go away. I felt the person's hands slide down my sides and reach around behind me. They were obviously checking to see if I had any weapons. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would fly out of my chest. I couldn't remember being this scared in a long time. The attacker reached around in front of me and started to unzip my pants. I reached for a light switch on the wall and looked down at Janet's smiling face.

"You scared the shit out of me," I yelled.

"Well you're not taking care of your end of our deal," she yelled back. Janet was wearing a pair of coveralls like mechanics and technicians wear. She had her long hair done up in pony tail and a baseball cap on backwards. She was wearing safety glasses too. But the zipper on the coveralls stopped at her waist and I could see two bare breasts threatening to escape at any moment.

"What do you mean, I'm not taking care of my end?" I asked.

"Last night you slept in the bed with a healthy naked woman who obviously wants you pressed up against you. And you didn't do shit," she said.

"You said that we didn't have to do anything?" I said, reminding her.

"Well I was lying," she said. "Did you like sleeping in my bed last night?"

I nodded my head. I really had. It was like when Mabel and I were younger only better. There is truly nothing like having a warm body pressed against you while you sleep. Especially when that body moves and molds itself to yours, you just feel so...loved. I think that most people miss that more than sex when a marriage is over. For the past few years since Mabel became too fashionable for me I had missed that.

"Say something doofus," said Janet.

"Yes, I enjoyed it," I said. "I really felt special and just cared for."

"The word you're trying to avoid is loved," she snapped. "I felt the same way. The problem is that during the night while you were running your hands all over my body, it causes a reaction. I'm, as you can see..." she said, turning around and slapping her own behind. "A very..." she turned back to face me, "Healthy, young woman." She cupped her breasts as if she wanted me to come over and inspect them.

"So if you intend to keep sleeping with me, it's not free. It's going to cost you," she said.

"I'll write you a check," I stammered.

"No doofus, not money," she said. "I want some of this." She rubbed the front of my pants and then stepped back and smiled.

"Forget about it," she said. "You're almost ready to pop anyway. This probably won't be a problem."

She took my hand and we went over to the computer. She had several pictures of my car scanned into it. We looked at the car from a bunch of different angles and changed things on the car. We changed the wheels and tires. We changed the front grills. We put a rear blackout panel on it. We changed the entire braking system. We changed the color. Then we started to argue.

The question that started the argument was when she asked me if I wanted to move to a supercharger or try something strange like a turbo charger. American muscle cars rarely employed turbos. Even nitrous systems were more common. Finally we just decided to do the engine mods last. We discovered that we worked well together. We both fell in love with Chrome Helo Tease wheels at the same time. Janet wanted to go with 20 inchers. I reminded her that those wheels weren't lightweight, so the extra two inches of diameter would slow the car down. 

We ordered the wheels with Hankook racing tires. Then we searched for and found cross drilled and slotted rotors and pure white brake calipers to match the color of the paint we'd chosen. We ordered Chrome billet upper and lower grills and were on our way. Then we went over to the car and started stripping it. After getting the wheels off we realized that we'd have to redo the suspension as well. We put in a total of four hours on the car and then Janet called a halt.

We went back to her house and she had me change clothes. The funniest thing about it was that though we both were supposed to sleep in Janet's room she'd had all of, or most of my clothes put in the closet in the guest room. Apparently women would share anything with a man except for a closet. We showered, together of course, to get rid of the oil and grime from the car then Janet headed for her room.

I quickly changed into a pair of casual slacks and a shirt. I was sitting on the bed in the room bounce testing it when Janet walked in. I was spellbound. First, that it had taken her only a few minutes to change. It normally took Mabel two hours to get ready to go to the grocery store. And secondly how she looked, Janet was beautiful. I mean I'd always known that she was pretty but I guess since she was fifteen years younger than Mabel, I'd always seen her as a kid. 

But at nearly thirty years old, the kid had filled out. She had a nice sweeping ass that was really filling her jeans out nicely. It wasn't a fashion model's barely there booty. This was a full-fledged country girl's ass. Her waist nipped in to a frighteningly small diameter and then expanded again to fit those enticing breasts of hers. They seemed to have minds of their own the way they jiggle and moved under her shirt. Even with a bra restraining them there was enough movement to know that they were the real thing.

"Where are we going?" I asked her.

"To the movies," she said. "Don't worry we're not going to the drive in. But we need to get you out and back in the public eye so people can see that this thing with my stupid sister hasn't beaten you."

So we did. We went to see that new Nicholas Cage movie. Janet loved Nicholas Cage. When we came out of the theater we walked down the street and I couldn't help taking her hand as we talked about what we liked and didn't like about the film. That was another thing about her. I just never seemed to run out of things to talk about with Janet. Mabel and I rarely ever talked. I'd always bring up the business or things that were going on in town. She had no interest in them. She would bring up the newest clothes or places to go for our vacation, and I truly had no interest in those things. So I guess we'd just stopped talking after a while.

We had dinner in the diner, and laughed the whole time. Then we went home to sit on the porch and talk some more. Janet could be so open about things but at the same time there were some things that she just refused to take seriously. Like when I thanked her for spending so much time with me and helping me get over what Mabel had done to me, she just rolled her eyes and said, "Men."

She was also very unpredictable. While we were having our dinner in the restaurant a couple of people had come over to say how sorry they were for what had happened between Mabel and me. I was amazed at how much the people of the town cared. Any way with a couple of people the subject turned to how Janet and I were getting along and Janet got very antsy. 

"Well, I should be the one to help him feel better. We're family," said Janet. "He ain't ready to date yet, Sally, so don't start pulling your giant ass panties off too soon."

The next morning when we got back to the house after our after breakfast run, Millie Tyler was waiting for us on Janet's porch.

"Good Morning, Janet," she said sharply. And then in a voice like maple syrup running slowly down the side of a tree in the early fall crooned, "Morning Dave."

Janet went into attack mode. "Millie Tyler it's way too early in the morning for polite people to come to visit anyone. Besides we don't have time for visitors, Dave has to do his morning exercises."

"He looks perfectly healthy to me," said Millie smiling at me. I just came by to tell him that I personally feel really bad about the way that damned Mabel treated him. And I wanted to invite him to come over to my place for supper and to help comfort him in his time of sorrow."

She looked at me and I noticed how big Millie's rack was for the first time and the fact that she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. "Dave you have to be careful when you pick the person to help you get over Mabel. I'm sure you don't want to be back in the same position in say fifteen years." 

She was so subtle that I didn't get her point for a few seconds but Janet did and that was when it started. Janet went from the sweet and caring woman I'd always known into something completely different that morning. "Millie, get your ass off of my porch and don't ever come back to my house. If Dave decides to move back into the house he shares with Mabel you can visit him there, or he can visit you at your house if he wants to. But don't come over here ever again, if you know what's good for you."




OND



"Well I did bake him this fresh strawberry cobbler," smiled Millie, handing me a pie plate.

Janet quickly snatched the pie before I could accept it and threw it halfway down the driveway.

"He's on a diet so he doesn't need your fucking pie. And he's allergic to strawberries," she snapped. "Now get lost."

Then she glared at me and grabbed my arm dragging me into the house. Janet held my knees a I did my sit-ups but there were no kisses. Then when I did my push-ups I had to do them alone while she just counted. I wanted to make it to twenty so bad so I could see what I got but though my arms ached, I only made fourteen.

"Don't you care if I get better anymore?" I asked.

"Don't you want more time to stare at Millie's giant titties?" snapped Janet.

"Of course not those things are too big. She'd probably smother me in my sleep," I said.

"So what size do you like?" she asked. 

"Well, Millie's are obviously too big," I said. "And to be truthful Mabel's were too small. So someone in the middle would be perfect." That got Janet to smiling again.

For the next few weeks we were together so much it was crazy. We got up together and worked out kind of together. We went to work together, ate lunch together. We worked on my car together, had dinner together and every night we talked and watched the evening sky together. Over that month I lost nearly twenty pounds. I looked a lot younger and was in better shape than I'd been in a long time.

At the beginning of week five Janet surprised me by taking me into town and getting my hair cut. She knew exactly what she wanted and told the barber. Then we bought me a couple of new suits and a couple of dresses for Janet. She said we needed to go out on the town, maybe even to a neighboring city for a fancy dinner to celebrate my weight loss and the new me.

We did need to wait for a couple of things to do it though. We had pretty much finished the car, but we were still waiting for some parts. We had decided to compromise. Janet still wanted a supercharger, but I hated most power adders because over time they tended to wear out your rotating assembly. 

Janet had showed me an ad on the internet though for the shaker hood system. It was a big scoop that went on top of the engine and rammed more air into the intake. Theoretically the faster you went the more extra air it would pump in, the same theory as a supercharger or turbocharger but without the forced air. It was supposed to be delivered in a few days and we'd install it and then have our night out.

But a lot of things changed that evening and the following morning. For one thing Janet and I often satisfied each other sexually. There were nights when I went down on her and left her a gibbering pile of goo on the bed. There were also nights or mornings when I seriously thought she was trying to suck my soul out of the end of my dick. But that night we'd just been laying in bed like we usually were. 

We were pushed up against each other and we always said that it was just for the warmth or so we felt cared about, but suddenly she turned around, climbed up on top of me and her pussy just swallowed me whole. We were going at it pretty hard at first and then we just slowed down and soon I was on top of her. Don't get me wrong we were both healthy people and we'd had full intercourse a few times over the course of the month. Not nearly as many times as she'd hinted that she was interested. And certainly nowhere near as often as I wanted it either, but this time was just different. 

Instead of her screaming "Fuck me," of anything like that she was saying things that were a lot more personal, that somehow seemed like they should have been off the table. I remember her saying, "Make me yours, Dave." And in the back of my mind, I knew then that I wanted her to be. When her orgasm hit, she didn't scream the way she'd always done before. She just whispered those three words that threw our wonderful casual relationship away. "Love you, Dave."

Then she suddenly got up and left the bed. It was as if I'd gotten a glimpse into something I shouldn't have. When I woke up the next morning Janet was different. I went to hug her as I'd done so many times over the past five weeks, but she pulled away from me. 

"Dave, I'm not feeling well this morning. I don't want to give you whatever I have," she said. "Do you think you can do your run without me?"

"Yep, but I can't do breakfast without you," I told her.

"Dave I don't think I can eat. If I do I'm not sure it'll stay down," she said. 

"What about our big dinner and night on the town?" I asked. "Should we postpone it?"

"No Honey, I wouldn't miss that for the world," she smiled. "I'll see you later."

Being as dense as I was, I didn't notice anything that day. She did show up later for work and to watch me work on the car. When we finished it she did run over and hug me. That hug was the best part, even better than the car. Later that night at dinner, everything was perfect. Janet looked even more beautiful than ever. The car was great the food was great. I should have been expecting a few dark clouds.

"Dave, I think you're ready to stand on your own two feet again," she said just after dinner. "At least all of the damage my idiot sister did to you has been repaired."

"Janet what are you talking about?" I asked her.

"Nothing just that I think you're ready to move back into your own house and go on with your life," she said. People are starting to talk about us."

"But really, Mabel will be in court next week as a witness in Jeff's divorce," she said. "That should give the two of you a chance to talk about your own."

"What do you mean talk about our own?" I asked. "Does this have anything to do with last night?"

"Don't worry about that," she said. "I could tell she was trying to be emotionless. You just fucked me too well and got me acting silly. You know that you and I are only two healthy people taking care of their needs. This has always been about you being strong enough to make a choice. Now you're in better shape. And you look a lot better but you're still the same wonderful man that my stupid sister married."

I was sure a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Go to court and see her," she said. "Then think about what you really want. If you decided that you want her back, you can have her. But make sure that she's the one who changes. There's nothing wrong with you at all."

That night we still slept together, but all we did was sleep. The next morning Janet left for Chicago to spend some time with her parents.

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I hate my parents. For the last week we've been running around converting the media room into a bedroom. I guess we're having some special guest who gets their own room. I'm sleeping on the floor in the living room, like a fucking puppy, but their special guest gets a room. I've even given up trying to move to the couch in the middle of the night because on my Dad's nightly trips to the bathroom if he catches me on the couch he gets pissed.

I'd given up on starting my own business and decided to go with option two and find another man. I'd been on only three dates over the past 7 weeks. None of them had been promising except for one. The first two guys were terrible. Guy number one was a stock broker and he was rich enough, he took me to a very exclusive French restaurant. We sat in a booth way in the back. I'd asked him for a table up front or in the center. But when the Maitre D' asked "Where he wanted to sit?" my date pointed to the shadowy recesses of the back. "It's more romantic back here," my date told me. 

The meal was great and then he took me back to his place. Once inside he sent his butler home for the night. He got out a bottle of wine and then told me to strip.

"What?" I asked.

"Take your clothes off," he said. 

"Uhm, I don't do anything sexual until at least the third or fourth date," I said in shock. He'd seemed to be so classy.

"Look May Sue," he said.

"Mabel," I corrected him.

"Whatever," he said. "I only called you tonight because the woman I'm actually interested in is doing something. The only possible future for us is an FWB relationship. I'm not interested in being your friend without the benefits, so if you want to wait until the third or fourth date you're crazy. There won't even be a second date, now strip."

"Take me home, now," I said. 

"You're a big girl," he said. "Get ta steppin'," then he held the door open for me. 

"Can you at least call me a cab?" I asked.

"Okay," he said. "You're a cab. Honestly I had another C word in mind but if you want to be a cab..."

The next thing I knew he'd closed the door and I didn't have the slightest idea of where I was. Luckily I knew my parent's address. I started walking to the main road. I'd seen some stores and restaurants there that I could call from. Unfortunately before I got there it started to rain, just a little at first. But by the time I made it to the main road it was coming down like a cow pissing on a flat rock. I stepped into a store looking like a drowned rat to call for a cab.

My second date was more memorable. I'd met the guy over the internet. It was on one of those "Meet your mate.com" websites. He was just what I wanted, a rich distinguished gentleman who liked the finer things in life and was generous. Exactly what I'd hoped fucking Dave would grow into being.

At 7:30 a limo pulled in front of my Parent's house. I went out and got into it. There in the back was the oldest living human being I'd ever seen. He was older then my grandparents were when they died. He actually had an oxygen tank built into the limo. The first thing he said to me between halting breaths was that I was older than I'd told him I was. He also told me that I was kind of broad in the beam.

Before we made it off the block he was trying to squeeze one of my tits with his skeletal hand. "Uhm, it's kind of squishy," he said with a frown on his face. Then his eyes rolled back and all kinds of alarms started going off. The chauffeur stopped the car and came into the back and started giving him injections and pounding on his chest. As he worked on the old man, he looked at me and told me to get out of the car.

We were about five miles away from my Parent's home. As I started walking I spotted a store that I could probably call my dad from. I started walking toward the store. Two guys jumped out of an alley and dragged me into it. One of them snatched my purse from me. and went through it. "All you've got is three fucking dollars?" he snapped. "Where's the rest?"

"That's all I have?" I shrugged. "I'm going through a divorce."

"Well, look at you," he snapped. "Okay take your clothes off we don't have all night."

"There is no way I'm taking my clothes off in an alley just so you can rape me," I shrieked.

His partner came over and slapped me really hard. As my head spun he laughed at me as he very gently took my skirt off. Then he almost lovingly took off my top. I was standing there in an alley in just my bra and panties in front of two men whose faces I couldn't see because of the masks they wore. I couldn't believe that I was getting turned on. But it had been months since I'd had intercourse.

The two guys grabbed my clothes and started to back away.

"Hey, aren't you going to rape me?" I asked.

"Hell no," said the first guy. "There's no way I'm sticking my dick into that forest. Who knows what's in there? I looked down and noticed that my thick black pubic hairs were sticking out from all around my panties.

"Besides," said the second guy. "Your tits look kind of squishy. We can sell your clothes at that thrift shop down the street and get enough money for a hooker." Then they left me standing there, naked. What could go worse? I wondered. Just then I felt a familiar wetness land in my hair as I heard the sound of a bird overhead. Shit, I thought. And I was right.

My third date was the worst. Almost as soon as we got into his car he was all over me. He tried to sneak and rub my boobs. He tried to feel my legs while he drove and after he stopped he was all arms. 

"Where are we?" I asked. "Where are we going?"

"We're here," he said.

"But this is a parking lot," I said. "You don't bring a date to a parking lot."

"Sweetie," he said. "This ain't a date."

"Huh?" I said. I was confused. "What do you mean this isn't a date?" I asked him.

"Look sister," he said. "You've been around the block a few times right?"

"Uhm yeah," I said.

"How many bad dates have you been on? A few right?" he asked.

"More than a few," I said. I was thinking of all the shitty dates I went on before I met Dave. Then I started thinking about Jeff and all of the guys I'd met since I married Dave. Suddenly I realized what an ass I was. Dave had worshipped me like I was special. As I grew older Dave had changed. He loved me more. As my ass got bigger, Dave started liking women with big asses. Every other man I went out with thought of me as just another piece of meat. Even that lying bastard Jeff who had started all of this. 

The only way my stupid sister had caught on was because A she had dated Jeff, and B she caught him with his hand up my skirt in public. With me just standing there grinning like a whore. No man who loves you and respects you is going to pull your skirt up where anyone can see it. Every time we went anywhere all Jeff ever wanted was sex. What would have happened to us once he got it?

"Well," continued my date. When a chick goes on a bad date, she wastes some time. When a guy goes on a bad date it costs him both money and time and most of the time you have to go out on a few dates before you even find out whether or not you're getting any. And even then it's at least once or twice before you find out whether or not she's any good."

"Yes that is true," I said. "Men have it worse."

"That's why I started holding auditions before I date anyone," he said. "This isn't a date, it's your audition. Don't get me wrong I like you, but I can't change the rules," he said.

"So what do I do on an audition?" I asked. "Tell you about myself and my likes and dislikes?"

"Uhm no, sweetie, save that romantic stuff for the date. You could start by taking your clothes off and getting into the back seat," he smiled.

"You're expecting me to fuck you, to get a date?" I screamed. He just nodded.

"Well what if I decide not to?" I smirked. He just shrugged his shoulders like he didn't care. 

"It's a long walk back to your house, Sweetie you'd better get started," he said. 

I stuck one leg out of the car and looked up. There were several angry looking pigeons circling the area, and it looked like rain.

"Alright," I said. Whatever he did to me had to beat getting shit on by birds and drenched by rain.

In less than five minute he was humping away at me in his back seat. I was staring up at the headliner in his car trying to figure out exactly how I was going get Dave back. The dating thing wasn't working out either. He flipped me over smiling and stuck his finger in my anus. "I don't do anal," I shrieked.

"Okay babe, this is only an audition," he said. At least the guy had stamina. He fucked me twice and made me give him a blow job before he drove me home. I think that was when I realized that Dave really was special. He seemed to be the only man I ran into who knew how to fuck. Every other guy I fucked just went after his own pleasure. They all used me like I was just a pussy with a woman attached to it. Dave actually loved me and I had fucked that up badly. Once my date pulled into my parent's driveway I got out of the car as quickly as I could. 

"Uhm babe, thanks for auditioning," he said. "But I'm not sure I want to date you. You fuck like a block of wood and your tits are kind of squishy."

I was ready to burst out laughing until I noticed my mother, my father and my sister all standing on the porch with their mouths open in shock.

"You whore," snapped Janet.

She walked back inside the house. My mom and Dad followed her leaving me there alone.

"Mabel, what the fuck is wrong with you?" asked my Dad. 

"Why does Janet get her own room?" I asked.

"Janet isn't married," snapped my Dad. "She doesn't have a husband to go home to and she's going through an emotional time right now."

"Dad as of next week unless I play my cards right I won't have a husband to go home to either," I cried.

Janet and Mom came into the room then. 

"Mabel was fucking around on Dave," snapped Janet. "She got caught and the whole town knew what was going on, so we all got together to help out."

"How did she get caught?" asked my dad.

"You know how they go from car to car at the drive-in and show people on the big screen." My dad laughed at that.

"It's really funny when they catch someone eating or with mustard all over their face," he laughed.

"Well they caught your daughter, with a guy squeezing her tits while she gave him a blow job," snapped Janet. "Almost everyone in town saw it. They got together and had her sign off on an OND the judge had written up."

"What's an OND?" asked Mom.

"Over Night Divorce," said Janet. "In our state it takes a minimum of sixty days for a divorce to go through. In ten days Mabel and Dave will sign their final papers and be divorced. They will have a meeting to see if they want to amend the terms of the divorce that Mabel signed off on. She did kind of sign it under duress. I think they were going to have her tarred and feathered if she hadn't. But once she signed that paper for all intents and purposes both she and Dave could do or not do whatever they wanted with anyone they wanted. So maybe she is a whore but it's legal. And it will be even more so next week when she signs the final papers."

"I'm not signing shit," I snapped. "Over the past couple of months I've realized what I had, and I want that doofus back. You know that I can wrap him around my little finger, just like that. When I leave tomorrow to go to court, I'm going to spend the entire week between Jeff's divorce and mine getting my husband back so this nightmare can end."

"Why aren't you there, Janet, trying to prevent me from getting him back?" I asked

"I don't want him to make a decision on how to run his life because of what I want," she said. "Dave is like that. He's probably the nicest man I know. I want him to figure out what he wants and what will make him happy. I don't want to see him do something because he was trapped into it, no matter what it is." Then she went into her room.

Two days later I got off the bus and took a cab to my house. Surprisingly, the locks on the doors hadn't been changed. My keys were even on the table in the entry hall. It was a good sign. Dave hadn't had the locks changed because he wanted me here. I went upstairs and took a good shower for the first time in a long time. 

I looked through my closet of beautiful clothes to pick out an outfit. I laid out a beautiful dress and an almost hidden see through bra and panty set. The panties must have shrunk in the wash. I had trouble getting them over my ass. Once I did they were so tight they left lines on my legs and the elastic around the waist was tearing. 

Of course the bra still fit. I couldn't get the dress on either. I had to pick out a different outfit. It of course fit tightly as well but at least I got it on. I was due in court at 10 and it was 9 a.m. so I had to go. I sank into the plush seats of my car. God damn I'd missed it. I drove into town and had just pulled into the town square when a white Mustang rocketed by me. That was a nice car. Maybe I could get my stick in the mud husband to trade his rusted old Mustang in for one like that.

The car parked in a spot just a couple of slots down from mine. It was good to see that some new people had moved into the town. As the guy got out my jaw dropped. It was Dave, my husband, Dave. He'd lost about thirty pounds and got his hair cut. He was handsome beyond belief. He disappeared while I gawked at him. I couldn't wait for him to come home that evening. Maybe I'd even pay him a visit at work. I hadn't been there in years so I was due for a visit. Suddenly getting him back went from just something I had to do for survival to something I really wanted to do.