40 comments/ 67077 views/ 11 favorites The Ghost with a Deadly Bite! By: double_entendre Disclaimer: This material is intended for an adult audience. All characters and situations described in this story are fictitious in nature. The individuals portrayed in this reading are presumed to be of legal age to engage in sexual activity. Note from author: This is my 2011 Halloween submission. It is the first time that I have ever entered any of my stories in one of Literotica's special contest. The idea for this story came to me kind of late in the game, so to be able to get it submitted on time I had to skip sending it to my editor. As many of you already aware, I am not exactly known as an English major, so please overlook any of my typos or wrongful uses of punctuation. This story is based on revenge rather that romance, so I am not sure how some of you are going to like it. Remember voting may help me, but feedback helps you. I can't know what you like if you don't tell me, so please let me know what you think of my work. Sincerely, Double_Entendre. * Ronald sat in a secluded corner table of a local coffee shop sipping on lattes and pondering how his life suddenly became such a fucked up mess. Just a few short weeks ago he was happily married. Ok, maybe happily was a bit of a stretch, but at the very least he was content. He and his wife Sharon appeared to have a pretty decent marriage; despite the fact that their sex life wasn't anywhere near what it had been when they first got together. He had to admit that Sharon's so called "headaches" seemed to be occurring far too frequently for his taste. Staring at the contents of the envelope from his private investigator told the story why he was upset. Ronald had met Sharon at of all places a Halloween party hosted by one of their college fraternities. Having never cared much for Halloween, or parties in general for that matter, he was reluctant to even go, but one of his buddies managed to convince him that there would be a smorgasbord of hot horny coeds in attendance that evening all searching for someone to hook-up with. Being bored and lonely he finally decided to feign a cheesy mustache and cheap sombrero and go as Juan Valdez, he loved coffee. Sharon showed up dressed as a sexy cat woman, and as the evening progressed, managed to lap her way through several bowls of beer, while drunkenly trying to remain in character. It was when one of her bowls accidently spilled all over him that the pair finally came to meet. To Ronald it was lust at first site; as he leered indiscreetly at her near perfect form snuggly fitted into a provocative black latex suit that seemed to sculpt her body like an artist had designed the garment specifically with her framework in mind. "Oh my God I am so sorry," Her voice slurred as she feebly tried to extract the stain from his shirt with a tiny cocktail napkin. "Do... Don't worry about it, He stuttered. "The shirt can be washed," He said while staring helplessly into her deep blue eyes. "Hi, I'm Sharon Hearting, and usually I am not this clumsy," She said reaching for his hand. "Hello my name is Ronald Morrison, and generally I am this clumsy," he replied evoking the laugh from her that he was hoping for. "So Ronald, are you a student here," She asked? "Yeah, I am in my final year as a graduate student majoring in engineering. I will have my Master's degree by the end of the spring semester. I've always had a real knack for designing and figuring out how things work, and I have already received a few major job offers," He boasted a bit too enthusiastically. "That's cool. I just entered my sophomore year as an undergrad, and still haven't declared a major yet. I am just not sure what to do with my life yet," She admitted. The pair continued to chat for several minutes, until Sharon's attention was pulled away by one of her friends. To Ronald's surprise she reached into her purse and wrote her number down on a napkin, handing it to him before she left. This was definitely the best party Ronald had ever attended, beer stain and all. It took every bit of courage he could muster to call her up a few days later and request a date. Ronald was surprised that she had actually remembered him, with as drunk as she seemed to be that night, and even more stunned when she agreed to accept his invitation. The two seemed like an unlikely pair, but he was smitten, and she knew just what to do to maintain his interest. The couple dated throughout the remainder of his senior year at college, and near the end she started dropping hints about marriage. Although not truly ready to take the plunge, he sure as hell didn't want to lose what he had come to consider as the best thing that ever happened to him, so without too much prodding he eventually took the initiative and ended up kneeling before her ring in hand. Although his parents were not exactly happy with his decision to wed, it is hard to sway a young horny man away from a nightly supply of pussy, especially when it is attached to a voluptuous body like hers. Sharon's parents were more enthusiastic about their upcoming nuptials; though looking back it was probably due more toward Ronald's earning potential than anything else. Like a fool he ignored his parent's advice about getting a prenuptial agreement feeling that by requesting one would be the same as saying that he didn't have any faith in the future of his upcoming marriage. The ceremony went off with only the mildest of hitches, and the honeymoon was everything he ever dreamed it could be. The pair settled into a midsized apartment for a few years letting their credit and finances build as they looked forward to eventually owning their first home. Sharon quit school, as she really wasn't making much progress with it anyway, and decided to become a stay at home housewife. Ronald had mixed feeling about her doing so, as he felt that a person should strive to be a productive member of society, yet on the other hand, he figured that maybe if his wife was stuck at home with little to do for a while she might change her mind about having children. When his career advanced, Ronald and Sharon eventually moved from their rented apartment into the house they always dreamed of. As the years passed Ronald's hard work and dedication began to pay off for the couple, as a few of his patents began to pay heavy dividends. Try as he might, he was unable to convince his wife, who seemed to do very little with her day, to start a family. Their difference of opinion on the subject led to many arguments over the years, resulting in the couple donning separate beds at various times throughout their marriage. Ronald reluctantly agreed to drop the idea of proclamation in favor of the return of a warm pussy to share his bed. The couple went on seeming content in their life together, until Sharon began to display certain changes in her character resulting primarily in the noticeable decline of their love life. When asked about it, his wife feigned being tired, and just not in the mood for sex. Knowing that she has always had a high sex drive, Ronald decided that a little discrete investigation might just be in order. Jake Natter had been a friend of Ronald's for several years. After a stint overseas in the army, he came back to the states and opened a private investigation agency. His business was doing ok, but nothing substantial. "Jake Natter Investigations, what can I do for you," Jake asked into the phone? "Hello Jake, this is Ronald," He said. "Ronald my man, you didn't show up on my caller ID. Did you get a new phone number or something," He asked? "Not really, I am calling from a track phone," Ronald replied. "Oh, so I take it this is not a social call," Jake asked? "I am afraid not, good buddy. Is this line secure," Ron asked? "As secure as it gets. I check for bugs every morning, and I am not recording this call. What's on your mind Ron," He asked. "I think that Sharon might be having an affair. I want you to find out for sure," Ronald told him. "Ouch man, that's rough. I'm sure that I can help you out, but what's with the cloak and dagger. Why not just call me on a regular phone," He asked? "Jake, I want this kept as low keyed as possible. I need you to personally handle this investigation. I don't want you to use any assistants, witnesses or leave a paper trail. This is strictly a cash and carry operation, no taxes on this one," Ronald explained. "I don't like the sound of this Ron, what are you planning to do," Jake asked? "That depends on what you find out. Regardless of if you decide to take this case or not, officially we never had this conversation," He said. "You do realize that you live in a no fault state, and whether she is having an affair or not, it won't matter in court. You will still have to divide your assets equally," Jake reminded him. "That is why I may have to take this thing in another direction," Ron told him. "Look man, I will take the case, but I want you to promise me that you won't get caught doing anything stupid," Jake said. "I might be many things Jake, but stupid is not one of them," He replied. "I will need at least $300 per day plus expenses," Jake told him. "You will get $500 a day plus expenses, but for that I want all of the copies of everything pertaining to this case. When you hand me the final paperwork I need it to be as if you never launched an investigation. I don't want a single paper trail left for someone else to find, is that clear," Ron asked? "I understand," Jake said agreeing to Ronald's terms. At home Ronald tried to act as normal as possible. He kept his routine as it had always been, allowing Sharon her "alone" time as he went off and did his own thing. It took less than a week for Jake to confirm Ron's suspicions that Sharon was stepping out on him. "Ron man, I sorry to say that you were right Sharon is definitely having an affair." Jake told him. "I figured she was, but I was sure hoping I was wrong. Do you know anything about the Guy she is sleeping with," Ronald asked? "Yeah, his name is Larry Denton and he works as an insurance salesman. It seems he met your wife at a bar on Kings Street. They meet several different places, but I am sorry to say that they have been together in your home," Jake informed him. "Have they done it in our bed," Ron asked? "I am afraid they have," He said. "I see," He replied seething with anger. "Ron, I am sorry to have to tell you this man, but I have her on tape admitting that the only reason she married you was for your potential earnings. She saw a meal ticket and latched onto it," He said. "At this point that doesn't really surprise me very much, but I can't say that it doesn't hurt," Ron admitted. "Ron, there is something else I feel is worthy of mentioning. He always makes Sharon wear a black wig whenever they are together," Jake said. "There is nothing unusual about that. She is probably just trying to disguise herself in case she runs into somebody she knows," Ron suggested. "That's what I thought at first also, but this Denton fellow won't let her take it off, and if she does he refuses to touch her. It's like he is obsessed with the wig, or more likely the person Sharon looks like when she is wearing it. This guy actually gives me the creeps," Jake admitted. "Why would you suggest that," Ron wanted to know? "One time when they were at your house the action started downstairs on your living room couch. After they had their fun there, they adjourned upstairs to your bedroom. I used the key you gave me and riffled through the guy's wallet. I found an old picture of a woman who looked so much like Sharon she could be her twin sister. The woman in the photo had black hair," Jake said. "Do you know who the woman in the photograph is," Ron asked? "I tried everything to figure that out, but I came up blank. The only thing I can tell you is that the date on the photograph was from when Denton was still a teenager," Jake told him. "Does he have a criminal record," Ron wanted to know? "Nothing any stronger than a speeding ticking in his adult life, but there was evidence that there is may have been something in his juvenile files. Those records however; are unfortunately sealed," Jake mentioned. "Is there anything else I need to know," Ron asked? "I don't think so. Everything I found out is in my report," Jake said. "Remember, I want everything you have on this case," Ron reminded him. "That was our agreement. Can I assume to expect final payment upon delivery," Jake asked? "Yes, however I might call on you again for continued surveillance. Will you be able to meet me at the old park by the fountain in an hour," Ron asked? Jake agreed to this as the pair ended their conversation. "Hello is Tim Wallace there please," Ron asked? "That's me who am I speaking with," Tim asked? "Tim this is Ronald Morrison," He said "Ron, how the hell are you," Tim asked? "Well I must admit I have been better," Ronald admitted. "Oh man I am sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do," He asked? "As a matter of fact Tim there is. Do you remember that time back in college when you I helped you cheat on your final exam in physics," Ron wanted to know. "Of course I do. I was going to fail that course, and not be able to graduate with everyone else. Stacy was pregnant at the time, and I couldn't afford to spare the time away from work to retake that class," He said. "You promised me that if I ever needed anything that all I had to do was ask," Ronald reminded him. "I remember. What can I do you," Tim asked? "I want you to get me a copy of a juvenile record," He said. "Damn Ron, you know all those records are sealed," Tim told him. "And you have access to that material," Ron said knowingly. "Man if I get caught it could be the end of my career," He complained. "So don't get caught. I need to know now if you meant what you said about repaying my favor, or if it was all bullshit," Ron asked him? "I always repay my debts. Whose record do you want," He asked. "His name is Larry Denton, and no one is to know about this," Ron said. "You got that shit right. I will have the information for you by the end of the week. After that my debt is paid, right," He asked? "Yes, after this we are square," Ron agreed. True to his word Tim got the information Ron requested. The file on Larry Denton showed that he was arrested for attempting to rape his step sister Carla. At the time Tim was 16, and Carla was only 15. It appeared that she somehow managed to escape from him, but in the process her dress was torn, and she was beaten up pretty badly. Since there was never any penetration, it turned into a he said, she said battle, which resulted in her being taken away and put in foster care, while Larry remained living with his father. The strangest thing about the whole situation was how much the picture of Larry's step sister resembled that of his wife Sharon. Maybe the two couldn't be considered identical twins, but anyone who saw them together would swear they were at least paternal siblings. Ron decided that before he did anything about his estranged wife and her current lover, he needed to find Carla and get her story. Through a little creative research Jake was able to get an address for Carla Burk. She was not exactly in hiding, but her location wasn't as publicly accessible as most everyone else's tends to be. Ron would occasionally be forced to travel as part of his job requirements, but when he found that Carla only lived about 30 miles from where his company was sending an engineer that following week, he quietly let the boss know that he would be available. After completing his work, Ron took first the subway, then a taxi to the address that Jake had given him. He wanted absolutely no traceable paperwork linking himself to Carla Burk. When he learned of Carla's identity, and more importantly the way she resembled his estranged wife, a plan started to formulate inside Ron's head. The only question now is would Carla cooperate? As luck would have it Ron didn't have to wait too long for Carla to return to her apartment. He saw her step out of an old junk heap of a car, carrying what appeared to be a sack of groceries from the local supermarket. If her hair had been blond, instead of coal black he'd swear he was looking at his wife. "Excuse me Miss Burk, but May I have a few moments of your time," Ron asked? "Do I know you sir," Carla replied clearly trying to place Ron's face, but obviously failing to do so? "We have never met personally, but I believe we share a common adversary," Ron said not wanting to reveal too much information in a public setting. "I'm not sure what you are talking about Mr. um," She started to say. "My name is Ron Morrison," He answered her. "Well what can I do for you Mr. Morrison," Carla asked, still unsure why this man had come to see her? "Miss Burk, I know we have just met, but could we possibly go inside. There are some things that I really need to discuss with you," He said "Mr. Morrison, I don't want to appear rude, but as you have said I don't know you, and I refuse to let a stranger inside my apartment until I have at least some idea of what this whole thing is about. You said that we share a common adversary, but I don't have any enemies. Perhaps you have me confused with someone else," She suggested. "Miss Burk, this is a picture of my wife," He said handing her the photograph. As she looked down at the photo, her eyes shot up in the shocking revelation. "Where did you get this," She asked? "I took it," Ron replied. "But this person looks...," She started to say. "Like you with blond hair," He finished her sentence. "Yes, but how can that be? Do you think that your wife and I are somehow related," She asked? "I thought that at first myself, but was unable to come up with any proof to substantiate it. I have recently concluded that your resemblances to her is just a freak occurrence of nature. They say that everyone has a twin somewhere in the world. I believe that you are my wife's," Ron explained. "Mr. Morrison, as shocking as this photo is, it still doesn't explain why your wife and I should be adversaries," She said. "Oh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply that you and my wife were enemies. This is a picture of the man she is currently fucking, sorry I mean having an affair with," He said correcting himself as he handed her the second photo. "Oh my God it's Larry," Carla exclaimed in horror! "I take it that you know him," Ron asked? "He was my step brother," Carla said as a tear streamed down her face. Miss Burk, I really think that we should go somewhere a bit more private to discuss this," He suggested. "Mr. Morrison, did Larry send you here to harass me," She asked? "No mam. I have told you nothing but the truth. My name really is Ronald Morrison, and my wife and Mr. Denton are currently having an affair. After meeting you I am more positive than ever that he went after Sharon because of her resemblances to you," Ron answered. "Alright Mr. Morrison, I will play along. You can come up to my apartment, but let me tell you right now I have taken several self-defense classes, so you had better not try anything funny," She warned him. "Here, you can carry this, that way I will know where your hands are," She said handing him the sack of groceries as she rummaged through her purse in search of the keys to her apartment. "Look, Carla, um is it alright if I call you that," He asked? "I suppose so," She answered. "Carla, I truly mean you no harm. I am merely trying to collect all the information I can before deciding what to do about my wife's affair with your step brother," He explained. "Mr. Morrison, please don't call him that," She asked. The Ghost with a Deadly Bite! "I'll make a deal with you Carla. I won't call Larry your step brother, if you will call me Ron, instead of Mr. Morrison," He asked? "Alright Ron, follow me into the kitchen, so that I can put away these groceries. Can I get you something to drink," She asked? "No I'm fine at the moment," he said while taking in her meager living conditions. "I sorry that my apartment is so small, but it takes a lot of money to live in this city, and my job unfortunately doesn't really pay all that well," She explained. "Your apartment is cleaner than the house I live in. You are obviously a hard working person, unlike my wife who doesn't have a job, yet still can't find time to clean up after herself," Ron said starting to dwell on how lazy Sharon had become recently. "Look Ron, before you showed up today, it has been years since I have seen Larry's face outside of my nightmares. I sorry to say that your arrival is not exactly a welcome one," She tried to explain. "Carla, I know about the rape," Ron said to her utter horror. "He told you," She gasps? "Of course not, I have never even met Larry," He told her. "Then how could you possibly have known about him trying to rape me? Those records were sealed," She questioned? "Well, as the song says I have friends in low places," Ron told her, obviously referring to the popular Garth Brooks song. "Mr. Morrison...," She started to say. "Ron," He quickly corrected her. "Ron, if you know about his attempt to rape me, then you also must know that it was his word against mine," She said. "I am choosing to believe you, especially since that asshole is currently sleeping with my wife," Ron explained. "Thank you," She said wiping a tear from her eye. "You are the first person to do so," She told him. "Carla, I know you attended several therapy sessions while you were in foster care," He said noticing the haunted look in her eyes. "Don't worry, I haven't read any of your files. I just wanted you to know that I understand at least some of what you went through," He tried to explain to her. "Ron, Larry Denton has made my life a living hell. I am afraid to date, socialize or even go to sleep for fear that he will be there waiting to finish what he started fifteen years ago. I hate that man more than I can possibly express into mere words. He developed some type of sick obsession over me. I am not normally a vengeful person, but the world would be a far safer place if Larry Denton was no longer a part of it," She exclaimed! "If that's the way you truly feel Carla, then how would you like to help me make it happen," Ron asked? "Are you suggesting that I help you kill Larry," Carla asked in horror? "Is that truly such an outrageous though? The man is obviously still obsessed with you. It is only a matter of time before he gets tired of playing with your clone, and comes after the real thing again. Wouldn't it be nice to know that he is out of your life for good," Ron asked? "Look Ron, I hate Larry enough to want to see him dead, but I'm not a murderer," She exclaimed! "Don't worry. If all goes as planned my wife will be the one who murders Larry, at least that is what everyone will think," He said. "You want to frame your wife for Ron's murder," She asked? "With your help I think that could be possible," Ron told her. "Why would I do that? I don't even know your wife," Carla asked? "Carla, when I got married I thought I was the luckiest man on earth. I loved my wife with every fiber of my bean. I worked my ass off to give her everything she could possible want. She did nothing but stayed at home and spent my money. I was fine with that, because I loved her, and thought she loved me in return. I recently learned that she only married me for my earning potential, and plans to divorce me as soon as I am vested in my retirement so she can get half of that as well. She even went as far as to say she never really even liked me, but knew that I would make enough money to be able to support her properly. I have it all on tape if you care to listen to it," He told her. "God Ron she sounds like a real bitch, but that still doesn't explain why I would want to help you frame her for murder," Carla said. "Carla, you and I are the victims here. We never set out to hurt or deceive anyone, yet look at what we have become. You live in constant fear of a man who stole your innocence and ruined your life, and I am married to a woman who not only doesn't love me she never even liked me for anything other than my money. You went to the authorities for help, and instead of believing you; they sent you away to some foster family while Larry stayed at home and went to college. Now you're living in squalor, while he is staying in a condo and driving around in a new car. My situation sucks as well. If I tried to divorce my ungrateful unloving wife, the court system would not only give her half of what I have worked my entire adult life to earn, but I would most certainly have to pay her spousal support, as well as give her a good portion of my pension. It doesn't matter that I have proof that she never loved me to begin with. That is inadmissible. It also doesn't matter that she is having an affair, as we live in a no fault state. If we want justice we are going to have to do it ourselves, because the system sure as hell won't help us," Ron ranted. "Ok Ron, say for the moment that I agree with you, how would we do this? I have been living in hell for the last fifteen years. I don't want to end up in prison. How am I to know that I can even trust you," Carla asked? "Carla, you can never be totally sure that anyone is trustworthy. I recently found that out. That being said, I took a great risk in coming here and talking to you today. The only reason you have to trust me is that we are both victims in this mess, and common sense tells us that the enemy of our enemy is our friend. We both hate Larry Denton, granted that may be for different reasons, but none the less we still hate him. I think if we work together we can help solve each other's problems," Ron suggested. "Ok, so tell me what exactly you expect me to do," She asked? So Ron began to outlay the details of his plan to Carla, who seemed to get a since of relief at plotting her step-brother's death. "Oh my God, you really think that will work," She asked? "If we use enough of it, old Larry is in for one hot night," he answered as the pair giggled over Ron's choice of a murder weapon. After discussing more of the specifics Ron left for home, traveling the same way he came, and avoiding any paper trail that could link him and Carla together. The couple had decided to put off Larry's untimely demise until Halloween night, which allowed them time to plan out every detail, and also allotted for a way of symbolizing their revenge. You see not only had Ron and Sharon met at a party in celebration of this holiday, but it was also ironically on Halloween night that Larry had tried to rape Carla. Postponing their plans to October 31st would be like having an anniversary of sorts for the four of them. Ron decided to intervene on Carla's behalf and contacted a friend of his who worked for an employment agency. He gave Carla's name, and sure enough they were able to place her in a much better job making considerably more money. Ron did this for two reasons, one was to be nice, but the second was to help insure that part of his plan could be carried out successfully. Ron had been tapping Sharon's phone for a while now, and discovered that she had plans to meet Larry at the new Bookman's restaurant on Friday at noon, while he was busy working. Knowing that one of his coworkers was taking an important client out to lunch that day, Ron started up a conversation with the guy's secretary about how there were so few decent places to eat in the city anymore. Marge immediately came back with raving reviews about Bookman's and suggested that he should go there sometime. As their conversation was ending, Ron casually mentioned that maybe they should add Bookman's to the list of preferred places to take a client. Marge thought it was an excellent idea, and took the initiative of making reservations there for her boss. His plan was a calculated risk, because although Sharon had never actually met Ted, he had not only seen, but committed about her picture on Ron's desk many times, saying that she was a fine looking woman. Ron was hoping that Ted would notice her and suspect that she was cheating on him. He could then use this information to establish the timeline he needed to pull his plan off successfully. Ron waited anxiously for Ted's return, and the sickening look on his face as he came through the door confirmed that his strategy had worked. "Ron may I have a word with you," Ted asked secretly hoping that his friend would be too busy to talk to him at the moment? "Sure Ted, what's on your mind," Ron asked, already knowing the answer? "Ron, I took Mr. Jenkins to that new Bookman's restaurant for lunch this afternoon," He started to say. "Oh really, I have heard some pretty good reviews about that place. How was it," Ron asked cutting into his conversation? "The food was very good, but that is not what I need to talk about right now," Ted replied. "Ok I'm sorry for butting in Ted, please continue," Ron offered. "Ron, I saw a couple there, and although the woman's hair was a different color, I could have sworn it was Sharon," Ted told him. "What my Sharon? Are you sure" Ron asked pretending to be shocked? "Not completely. Like I said she her hair was black, instead of blond, but aside from that she looked just like her photograph on your desk. One more thing I should mention, it appeared that they were more than just casual friends," Ted confessed. "Have you told anyone else about this," he asked? "No. I was entertaining a client. I couldn't very well go over to some strangers table and ask her if she was my coworker's wife and was she cheating on him with the guy sitting next to her," Ted exclaimed! "I'm sorry Ted. I didn't mean it like that. I guess I am just shocked," Ron lied. "Let's just keep this between us for now, and let me do some investigating on my own. Who knows, maybe the person you saw today only looked like my Sharon. I mean let's face it, you have never even met her officially, and all you are going by is a photograph," Ron said trying to sound like he was in denial. Ted agreed to keep quiet about the situation, which gave Ron the excuse he needed to order some low resolution spy equipment from the internet. This was the major focus of his plan, as a low resolution camera would make it harder for anyone to distinguish between Sharon and Carla. Ron ordered cameras that were disguised as everyday household items, and strategically placed them around his home so that they would record Carla's actions, without focusing too clearly on her face. Next he went back online and found a local specialty shop that carried what he required. Everything was starting to come together. Ron "reluctantly" explained to Sharon that he had to go out of town once again, and that he wouldn't be home for Halloween this year. Although she faked being upset, Ron could tell that she was secretly pleased with this turn of events. That could only mean that she could now free to celebrate with her boyfriend that evening. Ron had previously given Carla some money so that she could take her car to the shop and have some minor repairs done to it. Carla requested, and was given a loaner vehicle to use during this time. Next she took her loaner vehicle to a local car lot and acted like she was interested in purchasing a new vehicle. Ron had previously told her the make, model, and color that she needed to pick out so that her vehicle would match that of his wife's car. Now that she was making more money with her new job, she was easily able to talk the salesman into letting her test drive the car for the entire weekend. After she had picked out a car that looked identical to the one Sharon normally drives she met with a couple of truckers, who Ron setup through a friend of a friend that would transport her and her vehicle over state lines. The plan was to hide in the truck, letting them drive her to her destination and back, keeping the most of the miles off of her vehicle. The only time she actually had to drive herself was when they had to sneak around a weigh station. Since the drivers knew where they were located, all they had to do was stop at a secluded spot and unload her vehicle before they got to the station. After going through the check points they would meet up with her down the road and load her car back inside the truck. When she finally arrived in Ron's home town, Carla donned a blond wig, a change of clothes and a fake wedding ring, and became the splitting image of Sharon. Ron had sent her Sharon's license plate number, and the fake one they made looked almost better than the real thing. Since Ron was an engineer, he was easily able to give her directions on how to disable the car's GPS tracking device, making it practically untraceable. Following Ron's instructions, Carla drove to a specialty shop and used cash to purchase a container of Bhut Jolokia which is more commonly referred to as "Ghost" chili peppers in powered form. This substance is arguably known as one of, if not the hottest chili pepper in the world. Ron had seen it advertised on the food network, and knew it was some serious shit. Although she paid in cash, Carla made sure to flirt with the cashier, so that he would have no trouble remembering her. After leaving the shop, she drove the short distance to Ron and Sharon's home, and used the remote control that he had given her, to gain entrance to the home via the attached garage. Once inside Carla acted like she was familiar with the layout of the place, and immediately began to complete her assigned task. She took the bottle of Captain Morgan Rum from the liquor cabinet and set it on the kitchen table. Next she retrieved a funnel from where Ron had told her it was kept, and proceeded to pour the contents of the chili powder into it. After replacing the cap and shaking the bottle a few times to make sure that the chili got properly mixed, she washed the funnel and put everything back where she had found it. Carla took the empty chili container and hid it in Ron's golf bag as she had been directed to do so. Up to this point everything was working just as they planned, with the low resolution cameras being powerful enough to capture Sharon's feeble attempt at framing him, but not quite strong enough to distinguish the difference between her and Carla, or pick up on the fact that the woman was wearing flesh colored gloves. Carla stayed around for a while watching TV and generally pretending to act normal until it was time for her to leave. Ron had Jake watching Sharon, so there was never any danger of her to being caught in his house. Pretending to be Sharon, Carla even waved to their neighbors as she left to meet up with the truck drivers again. The whole plan worked out pretty well. Since Ron had the two under surveillance for several weeks he knew their routine. When Larry and Sharon returned to her place he would immediately demand a shot of his favorite rum, drinking it straight down in a friable attempt to prove his manhood. The mixture of the alcohol and fire from the chili powder caused instant suffocation as he literally burned to death from the inside out. Sharon; of course, hadn't clue what the problem was, and was left with no choice but to call the paramedics, who, unfortunately for her, arrived too late to save her lover. Naturally there was an investigation, where Ron was brought in for questioning, with his trusted attorney present the entire time. Ron explained how he had just recently begun to suspect his wife of cheating, and had his coworker Ted to back up this story. Ron went on to tell the detective how he had used the spy cameras he bought from the internet in an effort to confirm his suspicions. When asked why he didn't just hire a private detective, Ron said that should the accusations turn out to be false, he didn't want his wife to know that he was checking up on her. He also went on to mention that private investigators were expensive, and he did not want to waste that much money needlessly. The authorities bought his frugal ploy, actually laughing at him for using such cheap equipment. Carla arrived back in her hometown without anyone suspecting that she had ever been away. She returned her car to the lot stating that she just didn't feel comfortable in it, and then proceeded to take her loaner car back to the shop to pick up her bucket of bolts. She came back to the car lot the following weekend and selected a different vehicle which she then preceded to purchase. Ron had given her the money for this, but with strict instructions that she was to finance the vehicle, and use her salary to make the payments. The cash was meant for her everyday needs that nobody would ever bother to question her about. The trial that followed was a long drawn out process, where Sharon vigorously maintained her innocence despite the overwhelming evidence against her. Ron stuck by his wife going as far as hiring a physician to assess her mental aptitude. The doctor, who coincidently was the on the board of a high end mental institution managed to convince the judge that Sharon was suffering from some sort of breakdown, and was unfit to stand trial. She needed to be placed in a psychiatric facility for her own safety. His wife reluctantly agreed to this, as it was her only real shot at staying out of prison. Since she was obviously not capable of handling her own affairs, Ron, as her husband, was awarded the power of attorney over her, maintaining control of not only their finances, but the right to make her medical decisions for her as well. Although he remained married to Sharon out of obligation, and as a means of keeping her covered under his health insurance plan, no one could possibly condemn the grieving husband of having an occasional fling, especially after his sad ordeal became public knowledge. He was even offered quite a bit of sympathy pussy, as a means of consoling the poor fellow. Ron still visited Sharon; though for some reason her doctor had limited these occasions to just a couple times a year for fear of upsetting her. On his last trip he gave her a vibrating dildo to help relieve some of her built up sexual frustrations. Maybe on his next visit he would remember to bring her some batteries for it.