5 comments/ 191292 views/ 110 favorites Guilty Until Proven Innocent By: sexygirl76 Susan Masters stood waiting for the elevator to take her down to her car. She knew she shouldn't have come to the courthouse today but she wanted to know what the judge was going to sentence the man who had brutally raped and murdered her sister. She had sat in that courtroom as he was brought in by one of the guards. When he saw her, he leered making her shiver as he sat down next to his attorney. Mitchell Larkin was a powerful man physically. He was 5'11" and at least 200lbs of pure muscle. His coal black hair hung down past his shoulders, while his steel blue eyes locked on her until the guard pushed him into his seat. He had sworn up and down through the trial that he was innocent. Yes he had slept with Jasmine but it was consensual and that when he left she was asleep. He had gone back later looking for his wallet which he thought he had dropped at her place. The door was unlocked so he had made his way into the house, calling her name. He found her with her throat slit lying tied up on the bed. She was still alive but barely, he had tried to stop the bleeding, (that was how he explained her blood on his clothes and hands) but there was nothing he could do. He was calling 911 when she died before his eyes. Susan didn't believe a minute of it. The autopsy showed that her sister had been raped, there was major tearing in her vagina and the only sperm they found belonged to Mitchell. She had also been beaten violently, although there were no defense wounds on her body which didn't make sense. Her sister had always been a fighter. She kept her eyes forward as the judge moved to the bench. She felt Mitchell's eyes move over her again as the judge asked him if he wanted to say anything before sentencing. She closed her eyes when he stood up saying once again that he didn't do this. That was too much for Susan, she had walked out of the courtroom without ever hearing the sentence. The elevator doors opened just as she heard the commotion behind her. She started to turn to see what was going on when she felt herself shoved forward roughly. She fell to her knees in the elevator. Turning, she screamed as the door closed with her trapped inside with Mitchell. "Shut up." He growled slapping her across the face as he pushed the next floor down button then shortly after the elevator started to move, hit the emergency stop. They were suddenly flooded in darkness. She kicked at him when he picked her up in his arms, holding her tightly against his body. "Knock it off. I'm not going to hurt you." He said against her ear. She stopped struggling but didn't take her hands off his arm that was wrapped tightly around her waist. "What do you want?" She asked as her voice trembled. He laughed as he held her tightly against his body. Her legs and arms trapped as the emergency lights kicked in and the emergency phone rang. Mitchell ignored it, pulling her over against the far wall. He pushed her against it, even as he held her pinned with his body. The phone continued to ring but he just ignored it. "I want you to listen to me. I didn't rape and kill her. I had sex with her. That's it." Susan turned her head so she could look into his eyes. "I don't believe you. My sister wouldn't have touched you. She has always been afraid of big men." Mitchell shrugged his shoulders as he continued to keep her pinned against the wall. "I don't know about that. All I know is I was having a drink and she came up to me. It was her idea to go back to her place." Susan was shaking her head even as her body trembled in fear. "No...She wasn't that kind of girl." Mitchell swore as he pulled her savagely away from the wall, turning her so she was facing him. "You ain't gonna believe the truth lady, even if it comes up and bites you on the ass." Before she could move, he ripped the front of her shirt, exposing her bra to his gaze. She moved to cover herself but didn't get a chance as he ripped her bra savagely from her body. She screamed, suddenly covering her bare breasts with her arms. "You said you wouldn't hurt me." She protested as he pulled her arms from her body, and held them above her head in one hand while he mauled her breasts with the other. He smiled evilly as he moved his free hand down under her skirt, pulling it up roughly so he could grab at her cotton panties. "Yea, well you won't listen and if I'm gonna spend the rest of my life behind bars for something I didn't do..." She cringed as he pushed her panties closer against her pussy. "Hm...Your wet." He growled running his hand over the wet spot. She shook her head but he just slid his finger under the waist band until he was touching her bare flesh. She whimpered in fear and disgust when he slid a finger into her sopping hole. "You are...You get off on watching an innocent man go to jail?" He fingered her ruthlessly digging his finger into her. "Please..." She begged as tears streamed down her cheeks. He grinned evilly. "Please what sweetheart...? Please fuck you? My pleasure." He turned her back against the wall ripping her underwear from her body as he worked at his jeans. "Nooooooooo..." She screamed when she felt the air touch her bare ass, her breasts were mashed against the wall as he held her back with his hand freeing her hands. She tried clawing at him behind her but he just leaned back out of her reach until his 9 ½ inch cock was free, then he pinned her arms at her sides as he moved his cockhead against her sopping pussy. "Please...Don't do this to me." She begged. He chuckled against her ear. "Why not sweetheart? You already think I raped and murdered your sister. What's one more strike against me?" Then before she could react he slammed himself inside her, burying himself completely. "AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH..." she screamed at the invasion. Susan wasn't a virgin but Mitchell was so well hung that when he slammed into her, it felt like the other encounters were nothing. It felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside out. "Please...Stop." She begged as he started thrusting violently into her body as he kept her pinned against the wall. "God, your tight." He moaned as he thrust into her. His stomach and chest pressed against her back. He pulled her back against him so he could reach her breasts while keeping her arms pinned at her sides. He forced himself inside her repeatedly as she cried and whimpered. "What's the matter bitch? Don't like a man's cock shoved up your snatch?" he took one hand off her breast, moving it down her body until he was pulling at her clit. "No...Please...Don't make me enjoy this." She begged even as her body started getting turned on by his powerful thrusts and his hand pinching her clit. He nipped at her neck while he mauled her breasts and fucked her ruthlessly. "You like it, don't you bitch?" he growled as he felt her juices leaking all over his pumping cock. "You like me raping your cunt. You like feeling out of control." Susan wanted to deny it but they both knew she would be lying if she did. Her ex-boyfriend had liked rough sex, oh nothing involving pain or anything like that but he would thrust violently into her while pinching her breasts and pulling at her clit while she begged him to fuck her harder. Even as her mind denied liking Mitchell's powerful thrusts into her body, her body loved it. Her nipples were hard little pebbles, her clit was throbbing wildly against his hand while her pussy clenched against his probing cock. She couldn't stop the moans that left her lips as he fucked her harder. "Oh fuck me." She finally cried slamming back against him when she knew it was no use, he felt how hot she was. Mitchell was surprised by this sudden change in her, but his cock seemed to enjoy it. The cum started boiling in his balls as he released her arms so he could hold her hips as he pulled her back against him. "Fuck me." She cried lowering her upper body until she was bent in half, her hips pushing against him as she braced her arms on the wall in front of her. Her head was moving back and forth with her desire. "I'm gonna cum." She screamed. Mitchell knew he didn't have long, he could hear the mechanics working to get the elevator moving again. He could hear the sheriff screaming at them. He thrust wildly into her as he screamed over and over that he hadn't killed Jasmine. As Susan felt him empty into her body just as the elevator started to move, she realized she believed him. When the doors started to open, she turned around, kissing him quickly then said, "I believe you." Before she tore herself away and let the cops take him back into custody. Mitchell had been sentenced to life in prison for the rape and murder of Jasmine Mitchell, age 30. He was released two years after his sentencing date when they found another woman raped and murdered with the same MO. The managed to catch the culprit as he was exiting the building and he admitted to not only the murder they had found him at but that of Jasmine as well. Mitchell had been writing steadily to Susan during his time in prison so when he was released, he went directly to her apartment. When she opened the door, she welcomed him into her arms, accepting his kisses and caresses. When she took him into the bedroom, she welcomed him into her body. Then afterwards, she took him to the room next door and introduced him to his son. THE END Guilty Until Proven Innocent I was just finishing up some last minute details of the deal I had just negotiated with Susan Lyons. I couldn't wait to get out of this hotel room and back home to my beautiful wife Erin. I have been away for three days now putting together one of the biggest computer server deals I had ever made. I work for a major computer server company, and Susan has been a customer of mine for several months now. I finally convinced her to go all out with our new product. The deal is worth millions, and my commission will be a large six figure sum. I was feeling pretty good about my life right now. I have been in this business for twenty two years now, starting on the ground floor. I think with this deal I will be promoted to upper management. It has been a long time in coming, but I think I finally made it. My name is Richard Jefferson. Most people call me Rick. I am married to the most beautiful lady in the world, at least in my opinion. I literally worship the ground she walks on. Yes, she does have a fiery Irish temper now and then, but I know how to deal with it. Her name is Erin Murphy Jefferson. Erin works four days a week as a dental hygienist. The hours are good, and the pay is pretty good also. I make enough money to support us quite well, so she gets to keep all the money she makes for herself, or for our kids. We have twins, a boy and a girl. They are not identical, but really look alike. They both are extremely smart, and recently graduated college. James got his degree in electrical engineering, and just started his new job as such. Jenny got her degree in accounting, and recently became a CPA. She started her job also. They both live in Dallas, which is where Erin and I live, and are very close. Anyway, back to my hotel room. I called Erin to tell her I would be home that evening around 7:00, and had missed her so much. She said she had missed me also, and had bought a special little Teddy to welcome me back. My dick got hard just thinking about being with my wife tonight. I hated being away from her, and vice versa, but sometimes my job just required I be gone a few days. That would all change if I get promoted to upper management. I packed everything up, and went down to the lobby to check out, and wait for my airport shuttle. I left my suitcase with the porter, and told him to put it on the shuttle when it arrived. I gave him a nice tip, and went to the checkout desk. I took my briefcase with my laptop with me. After checking out, I went to the bathroom, then back to the lobby to wait. The shuttle arrived a little later, and I left for the airport. Once we got to the airport, I retrieved my bag from the rear of the shuttle, then gave the driver a nice tip. All went well on my flight home, and I pulled into my driveway around 7:10. I had called Erin from the airport, so she knew I was coming. I had left my car at the airport so Erin wouldn't have to hassle with taking me, or picking me up. I walked in the front door expecting Erin to greet me, but didn't see her anywhere. I called out, but no answer. I took my bags and walked upstairs. I called out again when I reached the top of the stairs. Still no answer. Where was she? She knew I was coming right home. I walked into our bed room, but still didn't see her. I called out again, but no answer. I put my bags down and sat on the bed. Where in the hell was she? I was getting a little worried. All of a sudden there came a blast of this really raunchy music. The door to the bathroom flew open, and out came Erin in this really flimsy, and sexy outfit. She slowly danced her way towards me, exaggerating every wonderful curve on her body. I could see her gorgeous tits and ass through the material. I suddenly had the biggest boner I have ever experienced in my life, at least it felt like it. She danced her way to where she was directly in front of me. I just gulped, with my tongue hanging out. Then she proceeded to give me a lap dance. It was the most erotic thing she has ever done for me. She made me keep my hands to my side while she danced. It was such a turn on, but I finally couldn't stand it any longer, and jumped up. I grabbed her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She moaned as we kissed. She then proceeded to give me the blow job of my life. I am still amazed I didn't come in her mouth right away. Fortunately, I have good control of my orgasms. When I could stand it no longer, I stopped her, and quickly pulled off her teddy. I pushed her on the bed, and proceeded to use my tongue on, and inside her pussy. She didn't do as well as I did. She was screaming with her first orgasm within minutes. I then crawled between her legs, and fucked her furiously until we both came with mind boggling orgasms. I collapsed in her arms, and we just laid there for awhile. Damn if she didn't suck me back hard, and ride me cowgirl style until we both came again. What a welcome home. Finally, I put my underwear back on, and went downstairs to get a drink of water. Erin asked me if I wanted her to unpack my suitcase? "Sure, just put all the clothes in the hamper, and we can wash them later." After I got my drink, I walked over to the front door to make sure I had locked it. I opened it to make everything was ok outside. I always do this before going to bed. All of a sudden I felt something hit me in the back of the head. I staggered a little, somewhat dizzy from the blow to my head. I looked back and saw Erin holding my large golf umbrella. "You son of a bitch" she yelled as she hit me again. "You cheating ass son of a bitch. How could you Rick?" I tried to gather myself as I said, "I don't know what you're talking about Erin. What's going on here?" "This you cheating bastard." She held up a card. She then read the card to me. "My dearest Rick. The past three days have been wonderful. I love our meetings so we can have an excuse to make love to each other. You are a wonderful lover, and I love your cock so much. Thanks again baby, and I can't wait until our next meeting, so I can suck your dick while you eat my pussy. You will have all my business, anytime you want it. Love, Susan." Honey I have no idea what that is or where it came from. Let me see it. I looked at the card, and sure enough that is what it said. It was supposedly from Susan, but it was not true. Erin grabbed the card back from me, and hit me again with the umbrella. This time she knocked me out on the front porch. I tried to tell her I was innocent, and nothing was going on, but she didn't believe me. I didn't get to look at the card very long, but I was sure it was not Susan's handwriting. Erin slammed the door, then locked it. I pleaded with her to sit down and let's find out what was going on here. She refused, and told me to leave the house. The next thing I know she us upstairs with the window open, and throwing all my clothes out into the yard. I yelled up, "Erin, I promise you I have never cheated, or even thought about cheating on you in my life. Something is wrong here, and we need to sit down and find out what is going on." "I will tell you what is going on Rick. You are a cheating son of a bitch who is lying out his ass. Just admit you're having an affair, and we can get on with the divorce." She closed the window, and left me there in my underwear. I stayed for awhile trying to get her to let me in. I finally decided it was a lost cause tonight, but maybe tomorrow her Irish temper would cool down, and we could talk. I gathered my clothes, and left in my car. I called my brother and told him I needed to see him right away. I went to his house, and explained the whole situation to him, and his wife. My brothers name is Jerry, and his wife's name is Pam. I wasn't sure if the believed me at first, but I finally convinced them I was innocent, and didn't have a clue where that card came from. I moved in with them temporarily, until I could talk some sense in Erin. I tried to call Erin the next day, but she refused my calls. I know she didn't listen to my messages either. I had to find out what was going on. I called Susan, and explained the situation. She adamantly denied putting the card there, and stated, "Why would I have reason to, our relationship has never been anything but business. Maybe someone has set you up." Now that got me to thinking. Who would want to set me up, and why? It just didn't make sense. I don't think I had any real enemies, plus it would have had to happen as I was leaving Chicago. It wasn't in my bag when I packed, so it had to have been planted while my bag was with the porter. I spent another night with Jerry and Pam. We hashed out how it got there, and who could have done it, but could not come up with a reasonable answer. The next day I got this email from Erin that broke my heart, and seemed like the end of my world as I know it. In the email she said, To my cheating son of a bitch husband. I just want you to know that two can play this game. Here is a little video I made last night with one if my co workers. His name is Bob Stanley. He is a hell of a lover. I will say he is much better than your cheating ass. Just watch the video and you will see what I mean. I watched the video, which was pretty explicitly showing Erin fucking this Bob Stanley. To say my heart was breaking is a big understatement. I cried like a baby as I watched. She also belittled me while fucking him. She said he was a much better lover, and I had never pleased her like he did. That night I showed Jerry and Pam. They were horrified. I became physically ill. Jerry said, "Rick I smell a rat here. Why would she do something like this so quick. We need to get some evidence, and prove your innocence. I know a great PI that will be just the person you need. He is ex CIA, and very good, but it will be expensive." "I don't care. Erin has fucked up big time, and somehow I have a feeling this Bob guy might be more involved more than just her revenge fuck buddy." The next morning the PI, a Mr. Jones, met with me at my office. I explained everything, and showed him my wife's video. He didn't seem too shocked. I guess he has seen it all. He said he could help me, but it would cost. He has some very sophisticated spy equipment he would probably have to use. I didn't care, I just wanted the truth. Mr. Jones was immediately suspicious of Bob Stanley, the guy my wife fucked out of revenge for me. He said he has seen it before. The guy wants to fuck another mans wife, so he sets him up to look like he cheated. He would then comfort to supposed cheated wife, and suggest a revenge fuck. He would also check up on Erin to see if there was any follow up sessions with Mr. Stanley. I got another shock that afternoon. Erin had me served with divorce papers on the grounds of adultery. Her reaction to this fake card was really getting out of hand now. I called Jerry to get his advice. He made me an appointment with an attorney that specializes in representing men in divorce cases. He would meet me there later on that afternoon. Fortunately we have separate bank accounts, and credit cards. She couldn't touch my money, and I couldn't touch hers. I paid all the bills anyway, so it didn't matter that much. Even our savings were in separate accounts. I explained to the attorney the whole situation, and the hiring of the PI. He assured me that if the PI found something, Erin was going to be in for a rude awakening. My attorney began preparing the papers to file a counter petition for divorce against Erin. The grounds would be adultery, of which we had video proof, and her email confession. That night I composed a reply to Erin's email, and video. I knew she would read it. She was probably expecting me come clean and confess, then beg for forgiveness. Here is what I wrote. My Dearest Erin It is with such a heavy heart that I write in reply to your email and video. Never in a million years would I think you to be capable of such cruelty to me. I have literally cried until I have no more tears. You have broken my heart, and destroyed our marriage. It is with the utmost sincerity that I tell you I did not cheat on you, and have no idea how that card got there. Stop and think, why would I have allowed you to unpack my suitcase if I knew it was there? In fact, why would I have even brought that card home with me in my suitcase? Someone set me up. I don't know who, but I'm going to find out. I just hope you can live with yourself after all is said and done here. Love, Rick I sent the email, then tried to sleep. It was a fitful night of sleep. I had to get to the bottom of this whole thing. The next day my daughter Jenny called. She blasted me for cheating on their mom, and basically said she and James hated me for what I had done. She blamed me for Erin filing the divorce. Apparently Erin had called them and told them what had happened. I tried to explain I was innocent, but just like her mom, wouldn't listen. She finally hung up on me. To me things just couldn't get any worse. I needed a breakthrough. The next few days went by pretty slow. Erin never responded back to my email, and I never tried to contact her. I just worked all day, then went to my brother's house. Thank God for Jerry and Pam. I would not have survived without them. They were the only ones who believed in me. It was four days later that I got a call from Mr. jones. He told me he had all the evidence he needed to prove my innocence. He wouldn't tell me much, only that it was good. He had called my attorney, and they were able to arrange a meeting with the judge presiding over our divorce case. My attorney is a pretty powerful and influential man. He arranged for all parties and attorneys to meet in two days to discuss the divorce, and evidence. According to my attorney, "the shit really was about to hit the fan." Jerry convinced me to call Jenny and James to be there also. Since Erin had convinced them also of my guilt, it was time they saw the truth also. I called Jenny, and somehow convinced her that she and James really needed to be there, since they had a big stake in this. I awoke the morning of the meeting with mixed feelings. I felt better than I had in days, but I knew that I had a huge decision to make. Once the truth came out, I'm sure Erin was going to be very apologetic, and beg me to take her back. The truth is, I wasn't sure I could. She had done a lot of damage that may not be able to be reversed. The meeting was at 10:00. I arrived about 10 minutes early to find my attorney and Mr. jones already there. They said that Erin and her attorney were already seated in the conference room. My attorney said, "Rick, we have absolute proof that you were framed by Bob Stanley. I took the liberty to draw up counter divorce papers in case you want to serve them after we expose the scam. Just let me know, if that is your option. All right, let's go do this." We walked in the conference room and sat down. Erin, her attorney, James, and Jenny were seated together at one end of the table. We sat at the other end. Nothing was said after we sat down. Erin was glaring at me though. The Judge came in, and had us start with introductions. Erin's attorney introduced everyone at their end of the table. Then my attorney introduced himself, then me, then Mr. Jones last. He explained that Mr. Jones was a private investigator. There was somewhat of a concerned look on everyone's face at the other end if the table. They had not expected a PI. My attorney asked to speak first, since we had requested the meeting. The Judge told him to proceed. He summarized all that had happened up to this point. He then asked Erin's attorney if he could see the card they had as their evidence. My attorney looked at the card, then he handed it to the Judge look at. Then he handed the card to me. My attorney said, "Mr. Jefferson, had you ever seen this card before your wife pulled it out of your suitcase?" "No, absolutely not. I have no idea how it got in my suitcase, or where it came from." Erin yelled out, "Yea right, you lying son of a bitch." The Judge ordered her to be quiet and control her temper. She apologized for her outburst. My attorney informed everyone that I was telling the truth, and we would prove it. He then asked Mr. Jones to present the evidence. Mr. Jones introduced himself again, gave his background, and expertise. He then told everyone to wait while he brought someone else in the room. He came back a few minutes later with Susan Lyons, and her husband. He introduced them to everyone. Erin yelled out, "You have a lot of nerve coming here after what you and my husband did." Once again the Judge warned Erin to be quiet until it was her turn to speak. Susan and her husband sat down as Mr. Jones spoke, "Mrs. Lyons, I want you to look at this card and tell me if you wrote this card to Mr. Jefferson." She looked at it briefly then said, "No, I did not write this card, and I would have no reason to write such a card." My attorney said, "Mrs. Lyons, what is your relationship with Mr. Jefferson?" "We are business associates. He sells a product that my company buys from time to time. We have been doing business for several months now." She said. "Have you ever had an intimate relationship with Mr. Jefferson?" My attorney said. "No. I am happily married to my husband who is sitting right here." "When you last met in Chicago for a business deal, did you ever meet him in his hotel room for sex?" "I told you no. I met with him for business only, and it was never in our rooms. In fact my husband was with me the whole time. When I wasn't meeting with Mr. Jefferson, I was with him." She said. Erin suddenly got this scared look on her face. I think for the first time she had some doubt. Jenny and James also looked at each other, really confused now. Mr. Jones handed Susan a sheet of blank paper and told her to write a paragraph about anything. She thought a minute, then wrote something. He then handed the Judge the sheet of paper and asked him to compare the handwriting with the card. He handed it back. My attorney then handed it to Erin and her attorney. Erin got this sick look on her face. It was obvious to anyone that the handwriting didn't match. Her attorney tried to imply that this proved nothing, but Mr. Jones jumped in and said, "it proves that Mrs. Lyons did not write this card, but the question is, who did? And why? Fortunately, I found the answer." He nodded to my attorney, who opened up his laptop. He said, "We have a couple of videos to show here. I have to show this first one to make a point. It will be embarrassing for some people here, but it is necessary." He showed some of the video that Erin had sent me of her and Bob. He also read her scathing email. We also listened to the part of the video where Erin claimed what a much better lover Bob was. The effect was shocking. Erin started crying. Jenny and James were horrified at their mother. Even if their dad had cheated, this was downright mean and cruel on Erin's part. The Judge looked disgusted. I started crying also. It brought back the pain and humiliation of the moment. Erin saw just how much she had hurt me, and was trying to apologize. My attorney then said there was one more video to watch. Mr. Jones gave us the background. He said, " I was suspicious of Bob Stanley from the start. I have seen this before. A guy becomes infatuated with someone he wants to have sex with, and will do anything to achieve it. Mr. Stanley had that card planted in Mr. Jefferson's suitcase after he left it with the porter. He hired a lady to approach the porter saying she wanted to slip a card in his bag to surprise him later. She also bribed him with fifty bucks. " Guilty Until Proven Innocent Erin was still crying, and trying to tell me she was sorry. She now realizes she was wrong. Mr. Jones went on, "I needed proof, so I kept close surveillance on Mr. Stanley. Once they accomplish their conquest, they will usually brag about it. I captured this video while he was at a bar with a friend of his." The video was very clear, and the audio picked up all their conversation. Bob Stanley told his friend everything. How he had planted the card, then pretended to come to the rescue when Erin was feeling betrayed. He took her out for a drink. She drank enough to bring him home with her, where he convinced her to get her revenge fuck. It was Erin's idea to tape it and send it to Rick. He laughed, and told his friend how easy it was to turn her into a whore. He made Erin look like a two bit slut that was just another notch on his dick. Jenny and James came over crying, hugged me, and apologized to me. They left the room without even looking at Erin. They couldn't take anymore. Erin said, "Rick, I am so very sorry. I should have talked to you and let you explain. I don't want a divorce. Please baby, let's go home and forget this ever happened." "Erin I'm sorry, but it's not that easy. You have hurt me pretty bad here. As it turns out, your the only one who has cheated." My attorney spoke up. "Judge, we have a counter petition for divorce ready to serve. It's obvious that Mrs. Lyon's petition has no merit. Our petition charges Erin Lyons with adultery. We have video proof, and her email confession. Erin was almost hysterical now. I was starting to get worried she might have a complete breakdown right here. The Judge said, "Mr. Lyons, before you decide what you are going to do, I would like to make a suggestion." I nodded for him to go ahead. Erin stopped crying to listen to his suggestion. I think she felt a small ray of hope. This is a pretty bizarre turn of events here. You are obviously innocent of the accusations your wife made, but she sincerely believed what she saw. I agree she should have talked with you first. Apparently, her temper got the best of her. I somehow feel this marriage can be saved, and it's going to be up to you. I suggest you hold off filing your divorce petition for three days. I want you to reflect on everything. Your family, your relationship with your wife, and the fact of if you still love her, and want to get through this. If so, then you two need to sit and talk it out, or get professional counseling. No one will be allowed to contact you in those those three days. It will all be in your hands. Can you agree to this proposal Mr. Lyons?" I thought for a minute, then looked at Erin. She had tears in her eyes, and the look on her face melted me. I knew she was sorry, and was hurting really bad. Then, she gave me a little smile. I told the Judge I would agree to his proposal. I would either call Erin after three days to talk, or I would file for divorce. I also stated that even if I decided to talk, I still might decide to file for divorce. I left the room without saying anything to Erin. She kept her distance, knowing she was on thin ice. I took some time off, and spent the next three days at a secluded cabin on this lake I like to fish at. While I was there, Jenny emailed me all these old pictures of Erin and I in happier times. There were also lots of pictures of us with Jenny and James. Jenny was good. She brought back a lot of wonderful memories. On the afternoon of the third day, I decided it was time to go. I had made my decision. On my way home I dialed Erin's cell phone. She picked up right away. "Hi Rick. How are you doing?" "Hi Erin, I'm doing as well as expected under the circumstances." "I hope your doing better than me. It has been the longest three days of my life. Have you made a decision?" "Yes I have, and I was wondering if I could come home, and we could talk." "Oh yes baby, yes. Please hurry. I will fix supper. I will make your favorite." "That would be nice honey, I will be there in a couple of hours." In a little bit I received a call from Jenny. She was extremely happy I was coming home to talk to Erin. She said that she and James wanted to eat supper with us. They had some things to say, then they would leave us alone. I told her I would love to have them both there for supper. I walked in the house to smell of of chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, cornbread, and all the fixings. It was my favorite, and Erin made it better than anyone. Jenny and James were already there. They both gave me a big hug. Erin said hello, but I wasn't ready to hug yet, and she knew it. We had supper making small talk. We mostly talked to Jenny and James about their new jobs, boyfriends, girlfriends, and various things. After supper we all retreated to the living room where Jenny said she had something to say. "Mom? Dad? I am speaking for James and myself. We just want you to know how much we love you both. You are the reason we are what we are today. You gave us everything we needed to be successful, but always made sure we knew it was up to us. We could not have asked for better parents, and we do hope that the difficulties your facing now can be overcome." Jenny started to tear up a little, and stopped to compose herself. "You always told us that if we are ever faced with a difficult time in our life, that we should invite God into our heart, and let him show us the way. That is what James and I are asking you to do now. Look into your hearts, and ask God what to do. You know you still love each other, so maybe God can find a way to heal the hurt, and bring you two back together." She started crying, then James followed suit. They left with big hugs from both Erin and I, and wished us well. It was a very emotional scene. After they left, Erin and I walked back into the living room. I asked her to sit by me on the couch. Erin finally broke down crying, saying how sorry she was, and what a huge mistake she had made. I let her cry, then told her I had a question to ask. "After you made that video, were you ever with Bob Stanley again?" "Absolutely not Rick. I was drunk, and very angry when we made that video. I also know now that he took advantage of me. He did call, but I told him I never wanted to see him again. After I sent that video, I felt so guilty, and so bad about what I did. No matter what, you didn't deserve that, especially the things I said. I did not mean any of it. Rick, you are a wonderful lover. I have always been completely satisfied with you. Bob was terrible. It was just a fuck, and a bad one at that." Erin and I talked for about four hours on the couch. We finally realized it was well after midnight. We had made a lot of progress, but I knew I still had issues to resolve. Then Erin said, "Rick, I want you to stay here tonight. In fact, I want you to move back home. I promise I will make this up to you if you just give me a chance. I will spend everyday for the rest of my life showing you how much I love you." "Yes honey, I will spend the night, and tomorrow I will go get my stuff. "One more thing Rick. Please sleep in our bed with me tonight? You don't even have to touch me, just be there beside me?" "Yes, I think I need you close to me, but you will have to give me some time before we can get to anything more intimate." After we got in bed, we laid there looking at each other. Erin was quietly crying. Finally, I pulled her close to me in an embrace. We laid in each other's arms the rest of the night. Over the next two weeks we talked every night. There was no TV, or any distractions. It was just Erin and I pouring our hearts out to each other. Five days after I moved in, we made love. No, it wasn't rip roaring sex, but it was nice, and we both came together. Right after our orgasm, Erin opened the flood gates and cried pretty hard. The guilt, and fear of losing me finally got the best of her. I just held her as she cried. Nothing needed be said. I actually think it may have brought a little closure. I think back to what Jenny said. Erin and I did ask for God's help that night, and he answered our prayers. We are good now, and the pain is gone. I was close to filing those divorce papers, but something happened that third day at the lake. I was fishing in my favorite spot that morning. There is this monster trout I knew about, and had been trying to catch for years. My luck changed that morning, and I landed old Big Boy. He was a trophy if there ever was one. As I was taking him off the hook, and old man walked up behind me. "Looks like you caught old Big Boy. People have been trying to land him for a long time. Looks like he finally met his match with you. What are you going to do with him?" "Well, I don't know. I guess I could have him mounted, and put on my wall." I said. "You know son, there are some things in life that you are destined to keep, and some things you are destined to throw back. It's your decision." He said. I looked down at old Big Boy as he stared up at me. I thought a minute, smiled and placed him back in the water. "You are right old man, and now that I have thrown back what needed to be thrown back, I need to get home and take back something that I need to keep." Epilogue: I received my bonus from the deal I had made with Susan Lyons. It was for $123,000. I was also promoted to upper management, which meant a big raise, and a lot less traveling. Erin quit her job and retired. I had a talk with the dentist that opened the office where Erin and Bob worked. I explained the situation, and Bob was fired. She made sure he would never work as a hygienist again in this town. He soon disappeared. I really don't care what happened to him. Jenny and James both got married, and we are just waiting on the grandkids. Erin truly has spent everyday showing me how much she loves me. In fact, she us wearing me out, not that I'm complaining. I never knew who that old man was at the lake, and have never seen him again. I owe him a debt of gratitude, and I owe my kids for giving me a very important piece of advice. If anything, all this may have strengthened our love and commitment to each other, and brought our family closer together. Oh, Erin still has that hot little Irish temper from time to time, but it's under control, and can be quite cute. I love her with all my heart.