"Dear Rick,
I'm a coward. And by the time you read this, you will know that I am also breaking our vows with Trey. But before you pass judgment on me, think about you and Diedre in Iraq. I have no proof, but I am almost positive that you and she had sex in Iraq.
How do I know? Well, you have yourself and the Army to blame for that. Remember how I helped you study for your classes when you switched to Army Intelligence Branch from flying? Part of that was the interrogation and interview class. If you remember, people who lie look away when questioned and if they are guilty.
And you, my dear husband, did just that not once, but three times when I brought her up. You are a terrible liar, Rick. But then I am no better. When Trey first put his hands on me, I never told you. Maybe I should have. And perhaps I should have had an affair or affairs during all those years that I was home alone and lonely while you were off playing soldier.
Lord knows I got hit on enough. Often by your own "friends" when you were out in the field or deployed. I was even tempted once when you were in fuckin Korea for so long. It was the only time I questioned being married to you. When I met you in Hawai at the six-month mark, you were smug and dismissed my home issues.
Our kids needed two parents Rick. I tried to be both mom and dad, but I am not you. Only you are you. And I needed my husband's touch, dammit! But I resisted being hit on and stayed true to you. Lord knows it was not easy.
Then you went off to Iraq, and your darling Diedre Kline came home before you did. The bitch came to visit me, and with a smug look, she told me that she "took care" of you over there and then walked off before I could ask what she meant. But when you came back, I knew precisely what she meant. Any doubts I had you cleared for me when you looked away in shame, Rick.
I know two wrongs don't make a right, Rick. I also know that there is a chance you and her did nothing. In which case, I am the first cheater here with Trey. But I don't think I am. I think you did it. Maybe you did before or not. Perhaps it was the first time or not. But I am done being the dutiful wife waiting at home and being chaste for her war hero.
When Leslie told me she had the hots for you, I talked to both her and Vincent about it. He admitted he lets her have men. They have an open marriage. It would appear that I won't have breaking up their marriage on my conscience. Just that I cheated on you.
So, here is the gist of this situation we are in. I go on this trip, and during my absence, I am not your wife, and you are not my husband. You have a six-week hall pass, and I am giving myself one as well.
The way I see it, if you and I still love one another, we will get past this when I see you on my return. If we don't, it will hurt, and I will mourn what you and I had and lost. But I can't see us being married and not doing this.
Know this. I was not seduced by Trey or forced into it. I am doing this by my own choice and free will. I don't love him, but I do find him attractive. He will be nothing but a memory when I return if you will still have me. What I do with him after you divorce me... well, that won't matter then, will it?
Know this Rick Weston. You have been and still are the love of my life. Even after you broke my heart, I still love you. It has been a privilege being your wife and mother of your children. But after all these years, I need a vacation from "us."
Leslie is more than willing to fuck your brains out until I return. Vincent would pay you to let him watch. But that is your choice and decision to make. I would suggest you fuck her until she is crosseyed and babbling. I know she will not leave Vincent for you. He lets her fuck many men. I doubt she wants to give that up.
I'll leave you with one thought, Rick:
"If you love someone, set them free. And let them come back to you."
I'll be back in six weeks.
Love you always and forever
Marcy
PS. Leslie was supposed to get tested for STDs before she came over for her first time. Make sure she shows you that. Trey and I were both tested before we left. I will get tested for you before my return and not touch him or anyone else until you and I meet. Then I will show you my STD test. Please have one done a week before I return and abstain as well. If you and I are to make a go of it after my return, this will be our first sign of trust.
I have reserved a room for us at the Ambassador Hotel near the airport. If you still want me meet me there two hours after my flight is due back. I plan on going there alone after my arrival. Please don't come to the airport when my flight lands. Please don't make a scene. Either take me back or walk away.
I plan on seeing you at the hotel. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby."
When I finish reading it, I noticed Leslie was at the kitchen island filling her glass again.
"Are you OK?" she asked.
"I will be," I replied.
She nodded and came back with the bottle and her filled glass. Sitting next to me this time, she refilled my glass and turned to look at me with those doe-like eyes.
"So, Rick? What do we do?"
This is the end of Kalaximos's scene setting, what follows is my vision of what happens next.
I imagine we have all experienced this, time slowing in moments of extreme stress, such as a car accident and we all know it is not time slowing, but your mind speeding up. In physical terms it is like an engine racing after taken out of gear anyway, my mind raced asking questions and coming up with answers to some of them.
I know my wife was off doing the bastard doctor.
I know she thinks it will be okay for her to do what she is doing because a, she suspects that Diedre and me were banging each other stupid when we were in Korea and if she was wrong she is hoping to salve her conscience by laying on a woman for me to lay.
Yes, I think that's how she sees it, a fair trade.
I look at Leslie, I can't deny she is gorgeous and she has just told me she wants to fuck me while Marcy is off fucking doctor slime. They both think I would be a fool to turn her down.
She moves toward me and reaches for me. Instinctively I jump back, away from her reach and say "No!"
She looks at me, I see emotions flicker through her mind, surprise, disbelief and finally anger. "What, you're turning me down, I don't believe you, wait, I know... you just need some time, as I said, Marcy was supposed to have told you of our arrangement before she left."
"Leslie, you are a beautiful woman to look at, but I am not going to do what you and Marcy and probably Vinnie all decided. I think you should just leave."
She looks at me, she is still smiling, but her eyes betray her, she is really pissed off that I have not succumbed to her charms. She begins to turn away, then looking back at at me she says, "You know where I live if you change your mind."
As soon as she is out of the door I close it and for some reason I turn the key and lock it. Any other day I would have watched her perfectly shaped bottom wiggle its way along the path to the road; today. I am just glad she is gone.
Taking a deep breath, I turn away from the door, pour myself a coffee take the notepad from the drawer and sit to devise a plan.
It takes a few hours and a few more cups of coffee but eventually I have a list of things to do.
Finances
Make arrangements to sell the house
Contact Deirdre
Intel
Get fitter
Arrange divorce
Look for new home
Make arrangements to move
R
Once the list is finished, I know I have a plan, I write down her expected return date and a short while after all the money that is in our account is now in mine only. Next I contact a realtor and arrange for one of their agents to come and look over the house, I agree to an appointment at 18;00 hours.
I call the contact number I have for Deirdre and leave a message for her to get in touch ASAP and then I begin to get the place presentable to show the realtor.
It doesn't take long, between us we keep the house clean and orderly, so all I really had to do was the normal housework for the day. The next job is to start divorce proceedings, I have decided to go for the cheaper on-line option, if she will not go along with that I can then get a lawyer involved.
The realtor arrived bang on time, he measured, photographed and took notes for over two hours, we agreed a price, I told him I would be going away for a couple of weeks and gave him a set of keys for the house. We shook hands and he left, coincidently just in time for Diedre to call.
To be honest, I had not expected her call for at least another two days. I brought her up to speed and told her what I needed from her. Any other time, any other reason she would have mocked me for running to my sister for help, but to day there is no banter, no jokes and she is all business and readily agrees to make the necessary arrangements and then she asks a question that possibly shines a whole new light on the situation,
"So your cuck buddies slut, has she enjoyed the docs charms."
"That my dear is a damned good question one I will make sure I have an answer to and I mean soon, very soon."
I glance at the clock out of habit, but I already know it is past 21:00 hrs, I wonder if it is too late to call on the slut and her cuck.
I decide it is too late, besides I want to talk to the freaks not join a queue for sloppy fifteenth's and decide to go over tomorrow afternoon. Instead, I put on a full kit including boots and a full backpack and head out for a run.
I get in just under two hours later and after showering grabbed a sandwich and a beer before heading up to bed.
I arise at 05:00 as is normal and am out for another run by 05:20. taking a slightly longer route, I am not back until just after 07:30. I shower, dress and have breakfast, I clean up afterwards and am making myself a coffee when the slut knocks on the back door.
"Hey Rick, how are you feeling now you have had time to process things? Are you ready to play?
I look at her and wonder why someone so beautiful has to be such a slut, I should have been prepared for this, but I wasn't. I was however, saved by the bell. The bell being my phone, I look before I answer and see it is the realtor. I quickly excuse myself, telling her I have to take it and walk into the lounge as I accept the call.
It's good news, really good news. A family wants to move to the area, they have been trying to find somewhere suitable for a few months but my home is the first the woman has seen that checks all the boxes. We agree that they come to view it this afternoon at 14:30 before ending the call and returning to the slut in my kitchen.
I enter the kitchen to find Leslie sitting at the table, in front of her she has a coffee that she must have made herself and a folded piece of paper. Pushing the paper towards me she asks, "Well big boy Rick, are we going to play?"
"I thought I would come over this afternoon and talk it over, if that is okay with you and Vincent?"
Her lips spread into a wide smile, a smile that until yesterday I had thought was one of the sexiest and sultry smiles I had ever seen on a woman, now all I see is an open maw seething with disease and filth. "That'll be great honey, you know you won't regret it... anything you want I can do, anything and everything."
"What about if I want something you aren't prepared to give."
"If that happens, you are seriously deranged and need help," she giggles.
"We'll see... can I take your cup?"
She passes it and I put the two mugs to be washed.
"I'll get going then... unless."
Ignoring her not so subtle offer, I reply, "I will see you after I have done what I need to get done,so I will see you and Vincent later.
"Okay... later," she agrees and then she has gone.
As soon as she is gone I get a bottle of Bulleit from the closet and take three pills from a secret safe I have in the garage, two small and white, one a capsule coloured green. I take the white ones and break open the green and doctor the bourbon with the contents and set it aside, then I arrange for a small buffet lunch to be delivered and then spend about three hours on the interwebs looking for a new home, I quite fancy a place in the Louisiana countryside and make enquiries about six of them that should fulfil my needs.
The realtor arrives, again bang on time, accompanied by a family by the name of Powell, a young couple in their mid twenties with three kids, they also have two boys and a girl, Jack John and Jane Two hours later the house is sold, as the, "For sale," post, had not yet been put up I asked the realtor to wait until I had moved out in five weeks before putting up the, "Sold," post.
After they leave, I pack up the leftovers to take with me including the bottle of Bulleit and clear everything up before heading over to the freaks.
I am halfway across the road when I hear a woman call my name, I look in the direction of the voice and see Genevieve Shaw.
"Hey Genny," I reply with a smile.
"You going over to the Neilson's?"
"Uhh, yeah, are you coming?"
"No I have the kids to watch, besides I don't think Leslie would like me there."
I must have looked puzzled because she says, "Don't try and be coy, I know what's planned, what you're going to be doing with her and what you are letting Marcy do, I really am surprised though,I thought you were better than that."
I guess my expression did not change as she continued. "Give it up Rick, I was there when they started planning Marcy's trip and I know about your sick life."
"You know about this?"
"Yeah and it disgusts me, so go have your fun, just don't bother thinking about getting me involved in that degenerate so-called lifestyle."
My expression must have changed, her tone certainly does. "You didn't know did you? You weren't part of their plan, well other than being Leslie's playmate."
"You're right, I did not know anything about what my w... Marcy had planned, nor did I know anything about her arranging a slut for me to salve her conscience. At the moment, despite your accusation, I have not despoiled my vows."
"Apart from that f buddy you had that she knows about."
"Actually, that was nothing near to what I now know she has been sayi..."
"Mommy, mommy Gary's being mean." Interrupts her daughter Gayle, with urgency.
"I'll let you get on," I say with a smile, "I do feel that I would like to speak with you, offer a defence before I am shot by firing squad and buried, but I do not wish you to become a victim of neighbourhood gossip perhaps I can call around after, unless it is too late."
"Sorry, I have to go to see what the boys are doing, but please, do call round when you've finished with them."
I smile finding out that she share my opinion of our neighbours and tell her I will see her later.
Getting to the Neilsons, I can hear them in the back yard, I go to the side gate and call out to announce my presence. Vincent invites me to enter. Opening the gate I am rewarded with the sight of Leslie in the briefest bikini I have ever seen, she turns and wiggles her bottom and then bends over. I can't help my reaction, I'm a red blooded male and cannot stop myself from looking, the strap of her thong disappears between her pussy lips reminding me of strippers I have seen in Bangkok.
Jumping up from his seat he readily takes my offerings saying , "Hey Buddy, grab yourself a beer and come sit and enjoy the view, can I pour the bullet? I love that stuff, I dunno about you, but I find Jim, Jack and Wild Turkey leave a funny taste, you know what I mean.?"
The view can only be the display Leslie is putting on and to be honest the gyrations and poses she is achieving to display her charms would give even those most experienced strippers a run for their money, so I do as he asks.
Most people hear the word "Intelligence," and immediately think of James Bond or some other Hollywood super spy, the reality is, Intelligence actually means the gathering of information, in practice using any available means to get the information needed. Electronic monitoring is no doubt in today's world a major source of such knowledge, but the old fashioned, subtle questioning is still useful for other sorts of information gathering, especially when the subjects are not aware that they are being interrogated.
He slams down his first glass of the Bulleit and pours himself another before returning to his seat, I smile knowing the contents of the white pills I have taken will negate the effects of the contents of the green. He is on his third glass when Leslie stops dancing and comes over to join us, or rather me. She takes my glass and drains it as she sits on my lap, then passes me hers to drink. I doubt she suspects that her drink is drugged, I suspect she is just trying something to enhance the intimacy.
The afternoon turns into evening and we have talked and talked and apart from her sitting on my lap, I have been able to resist her advances and wandering hands and have found out a lot.
It turns out that Marcy had popped over to see Leslie one day and heard Leslie with one of her paramours, she had thought it was Vincent, but as she turned to walk away he came around the side of the house. Marcy had initially been shocked, especially at how unperturbed Vincent seemed by what was happening, but Vincent asked her if she wanted to watch with him. Curious, she agreed and that was the second time she met the good doctor, the first being the day before, at the hospital.
After that, it was only a matter of time, Marcy became almost obsessed with the "lifestyle," as my two companions keep referring to their immoral pastime and wanted to talk about nothing else. The only thing I had trouble believing was that Marcy had managed to keep all this hidden from me. It seems that while she was helping me through my education, she learned the lessons better than I and that enabled her to join in with their shenanigans about three months ago and a few times since, and when the opportunity for her and the good doctor to get away for two months arose she jumped at the chance, agreeing to it without asking me until it was too late, but hoping to get me on board with it. True, Leslie had done nothing to encourage my wife, aside from being a slut, but she did even less to discourage her with the intent of getting her hooks in me and me inside her, even though it seems Marcy did lie when she tried to reassure me about the docs size and talent.
The liquid from the green capsules has a secondary effect other than the loosening of tongues, without the white pills to counteract it, if mixed with alcohol, it slowly works as a sedative, usually taking about three hours to induce slumber. I helped Leslie put Vincent to bed serenaded by Leslie telling me that Vincent will be upset that he has missed me deflowering her. Deflowering, really? What is it the Brit's say, she's had more pricks than a second hand dartboard. Thankfully she succumbed to sleep, I placed her on her bed next to her husband and after making sure everything was put where it needed to be, I locked up the house and headed to see Genny.
Genevieve Shaw is an enigma, almost the opposite of her near namesake, Jennifer Harshley, Jenny, with her plastic titties, is beautiful, well manicured, always wearing tight revealing clothes and film star make up and walks around as if she hasn't a care in the world. Genny on the other hand, has no visible breasts or figure, but that may be because everything I have seen he wear is loose, if not too big for her. Her hair is lank and lifeless, she has a ruddy complexion and looks as if she carries the weight of the world on her shoulders.
The house is quiet and dark, I assume she has retired for the night, I turn around and started to head home.
"Rick," I hear a whisper, turning to the whisper I see Genny with her head sticking out from the side of her house, "Come around the back please."
Quietly I do as she asks and walk down the pathway to her back yard.
I see her looking at me accusingly, I grin and reassure her that my honour is intact, I do resist the urge to tell her to "suck it and see."
"Okay," I say as I take the seat she offers. "Well Genny, you wanted to know so ask away."
"Really? You will tell me everything.
"I can only tell you what I know, but I will be honest, I promise you that. Now, ask away."
"First, I want to know about your indiscretion, Marcy has not told me much about it other than she is certain you did betray her.
"Fine, I will tell you what I know, I cannot tell you exactly what happened as I do not remember."
"You don't remember? I find that hard to believe."
"Perhaps you may have less doubt when you hear my side. I will tell you what I know and then what I have been told, so here goes, I along with five other operatives were riding in the back of an APC, that is an armoured personnel carrier and we were attacked. The next thing I know for sure is awakening in a bed four days later. Two days after that Dee... um the only other survivor of the attack, came to visit. She was upset, not with me, but at herself, she thought and still thinks that she took advantage of me."
"D... my colleague had lusted after me for... let's just say some time," I pause and look at Genny, I can see that she is dubious about the veracity of my tale so far. "It seems that after we were hit, the vehicle was totalled, four of the rear passengers were killed, either outright or died shortly afterwards. I was unconscious, my leg broken in several places and my head was in no better condition. My friend escaped serious damage, but please bear in mind we had just been blown up and she administered first aid until rescue came.
Back at base, I was attended to and put into a side office, I believe to keep me quiet and calm. She came to visit me, just before I was helo'd out to a better hospital. Mash units work miracles, but field hospitals are not the best places to recover in.
Now you have to remember, that she had been severely jangled and had also been given drugs for the pain, so she was not thinking as clearly as she would normally. She hugged me and so she told me just moved her hand and touched me there accidentally and that is what led to more. What she did not know is that apparently, often an erection is a result of some head injuries and she could feel that I was, umm, suffering that effect and she thought I was about to die, so she decided to help me go with a smile on my face and proceeded to umm perform oral sex. She tells me I moaned Marcy's name several times and reached for her, umm lady parts and she took that to mean I was fully conscious and inserted my fingers and used them to umm achieve her own climax and that, as far as I know is the truth.
"But she told me that this woman, Deirdre, I think she said her name was, came to see her and told her that she had taken care of me while you were with her and Marcy thought that meant you had been having an affair."
"I rather think saving my life, not only there, but many times in battle counts as looking after me, don't you?" she nods her agreement and I continue, There was never an affair, only one fucked up, sorry messed up situation that I do not remember, so I ask you, as an independent judge, was I unfaithful? Because I don't know, and she doesn't believe me."
"That's true."
"Honestly, as far as I know, every word of it."
"If that is true, why did Deirdre tell you?"
"Because she apologised before I knew there was anything to apologise for and before she knew that I did not remember it happening."
"I can see why Marcy says she doesn't believe you," she says.
For some reason I feel sadder that she said that, than when Marcy said it, and then she says, "but I do, it is too far-fetched not to be true."
I broke into a grin and before either of us were fully aware of it I had taken her in my arms and was kissing her. I started to recoil as soon as I was aware of what I was doing but she started kissing me back and would not release my head."S,Sorry," we say almost in unison and then giggle, again together.
"So that's my story, now, will you please tell me what you know?" As I say it I feel my eyelids getting heavy, I check my watch and see that I should get going, the white pills are wearing off and whether I want to or not, I will spark out within the next ten minutes. "But that is going to have to wait, can I visit tomorrow?
"Yes of course, I'll be glad of the company." she replies with the most charming smile.
I get home with minutes to spare, I wake up at 07:10, late for me, to discover I had only managed to get one shoe off. I feel terrible, I knew when I took the white pills I would feel rough, but how rough has been lost to time, either that or my older body is not coping with the after effects very well.
Shower, coffee, Percocet and something in my belly are what I need and an hour later I feel no better so I go for a run to sweat the chemicals out of my body. I run for half an hour before my headache goes and a further quarter hour before the tiger in my belly stops sharpening its claws, I head home via a more direct route.
Feeling much better, I shower again and put on some clean clothes and then start getting the tent, sleeping bag and such together, any other things I think I will need for the next few weeks. I have everything laid out on my bed when the doorbell rings.
Opening the door, I find Genny, she tells me her mother has the kids and she would like to tell me what she knows about my errant wife. I invite her in and we go to the kitchen, I offer her a drink and she asks for water. I offer her a glass but she says she is happy with the bottle, I get myself a soda and sit opposite her and say, "go ahead it's your show."
She seems to find something of interest in the water bottle and stares into it for a while without speaking and then, still looking into the bottle she says, "After you left last night I had a good long think about everything I saw and heard and what Marcy and Leslie told me and now I have put it all together I am ashamed that I did not even attempt to warn you."
"But you were convinced I was an adulterer and besides you hardly know me, you are Marcy's friend. It is no surprise that you had her six, shit..."
"Huh?"
"Marcy told you that Deirdre came to her and told her that she had looked after me, correct?"
"Yes, that was what she told me."
"Deirdre would never say that, I mean she would say that but she would not phrase it like that, she would have said that she had my six. That's military speak, meaning she had my back. So no need to feel guilty, this is Marcy's doing not yours. Please continue."
Her eyes continue staring into the bottle as if it is a crystal ball as she begins speaking again, "It was a couple or so months back, I saw Marcy leave Leslie's house and well, it looked like she had been enjoying herself if you know what I mean?"
"Rode hard and put away wet?"
She blushes and nods her head saying, "Yes, that's exactly it, anyway, the next morning after mom took the kids I went over, I mean came over here and I was going to give her what for, that was when she told me about your umm... indiscretion. She then told me that you had a similar arrangement to the Nielson's but more discrete and less often. After that, her and Leslie seemed to take me into their confidence, over the next few weeks I was told every time Marcy played as she likes to say, I think it was twice a week. I was there when they started talking about her trip away and how they were going to get Leslie to keep you occupied and then I started getting the feeling that they were wanting me to get involved and I all but stopped seeing them about three weeks ago so I can't tell you much more."
"No, that is more than enough, the more I know, the less surprises for me."
She is quiet again for a minute and then sats, I must get going, I have to get back before mom returns and then I'll have to get their evening meal ready."
Purely to make conversation, I ask, "that's nice, what are you having?"
"What? Oh, nothing special, just mac and cheese." She tries to hide it, but there is a subtle look of shame in her eyes.
Briefly I wonder what the cause of the shame is and then it hits me. Genevieve is, or would be very pretty if she were not so pale and thin. Her clothing is always old and worn and yet her kids are always in good clothes and seem to be fit and healthy. I wonder if she is eating properly or whether most of the food she buys goes to the kids and before I could stop myself I say, "I asked because I hate eating alone and was thinking about popping down to McDoggles and thought maybe you and the kids would like to join me."
"Mr Weston, I told you I was not going to be part of that sick wife swapping stuff and I resent the implication."
"Whoa! Hang on one god-damned minute," I say in my best John Wayne impersonation, "I told you that I also do not want any of this and I am sorry if I have offended you, but I offered to take you and your children for a burger, I did not, or will I ever ask for anything from you save the information that you have given me. So if that is the way you feel then perhaps I should say good day to you and show you out."
"Sorry, sorry it's just I have a lot going on with my life at the moment," she sobs.
I take her in my arms and only then do I realise how thin she is, she feels so fragile I actually feel concerned she will break, "You really have no idea of how much help you have given me. Now let me reciprocate, sit down take a breath and tell me and I will help if I can."
"No, no, I can't, I have to catch a bus, I have to go see about renting an apartment."
"Rent an apartment, but you have a house here."
"The landlord has sold the house and is kicking us out at the end of the week, oh god I can't believe I've put the kids in such a position."
"Oh Genny, I am so sorry, I didn't know."
"So you cannot help, I am just going to have to do what I need to do, to survive."
"I'll tell you what, tell me where and when your appointment is with the realtor and I'll take you there."
"It's not a realtor, it's just a man that's renting out an apartment."
"Where?"
"Over on twelfth and fifteenth."
"You cannot be serious, you cannot take your kids there."
"It's either that or we are out in the street."
"No, I will not allow that. You can move in here for a month, sorry but it cannot be any longer, I sold the place yesterday and I am moving out of state. It will however give you a little time to find somewhere else better."
"No, I can't impose on you like that."
"Honestly, it's no imposition, I am going to look for a new place tomorrow and will probably be gone for most of the time you are here. In the meantime you can help me run down the food in the house so I don;'t have to transport it halfway over the country."
"You're serious aren't you."
"I am."
"You want something in return don't you."
"No! I do not want anything from you, other than to see you and your children somewhere safe. I have already said I will not ask you for anything and that will not change."
With tears streaming down her face, thank you, but I don't know if I can afford..."
"Stop there! It will cost you nothing, zero, nada. Now I am going to fix myself some lunch and I would like you to join me."
"You're not giving me any choice are you?" she sniffles.
"I am not going to force you, you have every right to refuse."
I open a can of beef and vegetable soup and put it in a pot to microwave and put a loaf of bread on the table along with some butter. I add two spoons and two knives and two small plates before the microwave goes ping. I give the soup a stir and then another minute and then pour it into two mugs.
She is just sitting staring at the bread, so I take the initiative and cut her a slice and spread butter on it and do the same for myself. I break my bread and dip it into my soup encouraging her to do the same. Tentatively, she follows suit, but once she starts, she scarves it down quickly.
I wait until she has finished and ask her if she wants anything else, which she refuses. I collect the dirty dishes etc. and give them a rinse over in the sink and leave them to dry on the drainer. As I am doing this, she asks, "What should I do now?"
"That is entirely up to you, but if you want to get your things packed to move over, I'll help you bring it over when I get back."
"When... I mean are you goi..."
I'm just going out for a little shopping, anything you need while I am gone?"
"No, nothing... really."
"Okay, while I am gone, please explore. It will be easy to see which is my room, the bed is covered in stuff I need to put in the jeep, the other rooms are yours for the taking, two have queen size beds the other has two singles, I'll leave it up to you as to who goes where. If your Mom and the kids get back before I do, feel free to invite her in for a drink whatever, treat everything as if it is yours.
I leave her sitting at the table and go out to get some things I had not planned getting until I came back from my house hunting and training, and a few other things that until today I had not thought I would want.
It takes a little longer than I expected and when I get back there are three kids watching TV and a suspicious older woman sitting in my kitchen.
"Hello, you must be Genny's Mom."
"And you must be the man that she is shacking up with," she says with obvious disapproval, "I think you should be ashamed of yourself preying on a young woman that has had a run of bad luck."
"Excuse me madam, I have told your daughter and I am now telling you, I am making no demands of your daughter, especially what your caustic mind is imagining. I extended my offer as soon as I knew of her plight, my only regret is that in five weeks the new owners will be moving in. In the mean time I am hoping she can use the extra time to find a suitable home for her and your grandchildren."
"Caustic, you think I am caustic?" she says curtly, I am about to defend myself when I see the twinkle in her eye. Grinning I reply saying, "No, just your mind, the rest of you seems perfectly nice."
"She giggles and says, "It's no good, I can't keep it up Thank you young man for aiding my daughter."
"I take it back, your eyesight is obviously defective too, perhaps that caustic mind of yours has eaten away some of your optic nerve."
"If we're talking nerve boy, you've got more than enough for both of us. Good day sir, a pleasure to meet you, my name is Greta."
"I am sure that meeting you has given me far more pleasure than you could possibly have gotten from meeting me."
"Goddammit, I was just beginning to like you and you go and ruin it by being ridiculously charming."
"Fine, you old bat, I'll leave you to your misery and unwarranted suspicions."
"Hahahaha, good save, yes I think we will get along, can I ask a favour of you?"
"That would depend on what it is."
"Can you get the skinny bitch to eat more."
"I am hoping that she will, but I am off tomorrow probably for about three weeks,so I am afraid she will have to fend for herself while I am away."
She looks around, somewhat furtively and then whispers, I think she will eat better because you have the food, the poor girl was starving herself and the little help we could give was not enough."
"What's her and the kids favourite meal?"
"The kids love almost any junk food pizza, burgers, fish sticks and stuff, Gen likes almost everything, especially seafood and spicy, she loves spicey."
"Girl after my own heart, now while she's gone, do you know who is sleeping where?"She starts to tell him, pointing her finger in vague directions when he says, "perhaps you can show me."
She walks to the bedrooms, the boys are in the twin beds and Gayle and her mother are in one of the queen beds leaving one room vacant. Rick places a GI Joe on each of the boys beds and a Barbie doll on the one Gayle is sleeping in.
"Thank you, I better get over to help Genny carry her things over, please help yourself to anything you or the kids want, okay."
She nods her head and he turns and leaves her.
Collecting a stack of boxes he has just bought, he walks over to the house and taps on the door to Genny's and she soon opens it, "Please, let me bring things to the door for you to take."
I get the impression that because our furniture is expensive and mostly new, she is ashamed of what she has and I try to reassure her, "Genny, you do not have to be worried about what your place looks like, I grew up one of four kids with a single Mom, we had it hard and Mom did her best, but no matter what, people thought our house was shabby, so I have been there and done that, I promise you I will not think badly of you, now show me what you've got ready for me."
Shabby, certainly describes her home, the carpeting is threadbare in places, most of the furniture is old and worn; yet meticulously clean and there are no foul smells, I say, "Genny, you should be proud of your home, there is nothing for you to be ashamed of, you look after your home better than you do your yard, my Mom was no where near as good at keeping the place clean and her idea of gardening was watching Monty Don on the TV.."
She smiles a thank you and we begin putting the piles of clothes she has gotten ready into boxes. I cannot help but notice, the boys clothes are neatly folded, hers are just bundled together.
When we have finished with the clothing I tell her any furniture and other things she wants to keep, can go in the garage, anything else I will take to the dump tomorrow before I leave.
We wash up and then with her mothers support, I manage to cajole Genny to agreeing to letting me take them to McDoggles, I also invite Greta, she declines saying she has to get back to her husband, I tell her they can both join us if she wants to fetch him, again she declines I notice Genny stiffen at the mention of her father for some reason.
The kids are awe struck, it seems they have never been to any fast food restaurant and the toys in the "merry meals" are beyond their wildest expectations, I can hardly wait for when they discover their gifts.
When we get home, they are dog tired and Genny gets them ready for bed as soon as they go to their rooms I can here squeals of delight as they find their gifts. All three come running to me saying thank you, thank you, thank you. Gayle gives me a hug with tears in her eyes, the boys are quick to follow her lead. It takes them a while to get settled, but once they are Genny launches into me. "You had no right to buy those for them on top of everything else, I... we are not a charity."
"I'm sorr..."
"It's no good being sorry, I'm thinking I shouldn't have..
"Stop!" I say forcefully, "I am sorry you are upset with what I thought would be something to distract them from the upset that comes with a move. I am sorry you feel that I am thinking you are a charity case, but in a way, I am glad you feel like that because that means you are not taking advantage of me, so I would be grateful if you would get off your high horse and accept that at least for now you are not living in an area full of hookers and drug addicts. Right, lecture over, would you like a drink, there's wine, beer, soda, water, juice and if you want it some milk so you can make a shake."
She bursts into tears and begins apologising, I try to reassure her and end up holding her quivering body until she stops sobbing. "I'm sorry, but I am having trouble accepting that a man is being nice just for the sake of it, men always want something from women and we both know what that is."
"Genny I say, unconsciously stroking her head, "At the moment sex is the last thing on my mind. If anything you are the one I should be thanking after what my wife has laid on me. Believe me, and please do not take this wrongly, You have given me a distraction from my misery and the fact that that distraction needs and deserves help, makes me feel better because I can supply that help. Now if it makes you happier, how about I give you a job as my housekeeper and I will pay y..."
"No, I will keep house for you but you will not pay me."
"How are you going to pay for room and board then?" I ask with a grin. "Not to mention the car hire," as I slide over the spare set of keys for Marcy's car and keys for the new locks I will be fitting tomorrow. The horror in her face is quickly replaced by a grin and then a giggle as she realises I am teasing her. "I have set up a profile on the PC for you to use to look for somewhere to live and anything else you may need or want to do, or even just to entertain those three wonderful children of yours.
With the ice now fully broken we settle down and actually talk to each other as friends. She talks about the triplets and how were the result of an ex-boyfriend pressuring her to do more than she was ready for and when she said no to a second try he dumped her, when the kids were born he was so proud of his "manhood" and potency for siring three children he and his cronies had managed to get hold of some liquor and after getting drunk drove his car and ran into the front of a semi, killing himself and his passengers. She does not mention any other boyfriends.
Me, I talk about my kids, and my own childhood and the poverty I grew up in. We retire to our own beds, as soon as I walk in my room I see that my camping equipment is still laid out on my bed, I stash it all on the floor, I don't want to wake the kids up.
As is my norm, I am up at 05:30, I have a quick swill, a glass of juice and go off for a run, getting back just before 07:00. They are all still in bed, so I put some coffee on, get out plates, bowls, cereal and cutlery. I have just enough time to pour myself a coffee when two whispering boys come creeping into the kitchen with their GI Joes in their hands. I pour them juice and help them with some cereal, I had forgotten how pleasant yet annoying children can be.
Gayle and Genny arrive a little later and I serve them their breakfasts. The kids chatter incessantly, Genny looks a little uncomfortable and says very little.
Greta arrives jut after 09:00 and gladly watches the children while Genny and I finish clearing out her house and taking anything she does not want to keep to the dump. She does not say anything but I know leaving her home, especially under these conditions is troubling. I am not usually very sympathetic, but for some reason my heart just goes out to this poor woman and her innocent cherubs.
I don't leave until after dinner, I bid the children and Genny goodbye, promise the kids I will bring them a present each and jumping in my jeep, I head out for Louisiana.
My first destination is about 850 miles from here, Doogle says it'll take me the best part of fourteen hours to get there with no stops or holdups.
I drive for just over nine hours with only two potty breaks before I pull in to a motel to hit the sack for a few hours. I leave soon after I am awake and arrive near my destination at just before 19:00 hours and begin to look for a place to stash the jeep, a place that is surprisingly easy to find.
It is an isolated run down gas station, the owner must be in his sixties, dirty, smelly, with a toothless grin and a strong Cajun accent. It is hard work conversing with him, his accent is so strong and I don't think he had ever spoken with anyone from over a ten mile radius apart from the tanker drivers delivering the gas. I arrange for him to keep an eye on the jeep for a couple of nights for $50 up front, 25 a day and another 50 when I come back and an agreement to forget I was ever there.
He watches me leave on foot with a small pack on my back, I guess he figures I am some middle-aged fool going through my second childhood and I am liable to get killed trying to bag an alligator single-handed. No, my plan is to avoid any gators, just to get through the terrain. It is many years since I have been in a jungle and I figure hiking my way through a few swamps may refresh my memory and my muscles. True the swamps of Louisiana are not the jungles of south America, but they are both overgrown dark damp places, where anything living wants to feed on you; plants included.
I sleep on a hammock and inside a mosquito net during the day and travel in darkness. Aside from a few scratches and bumps I get to the other side in two nights, turning around and heading back for a few hours. I say no injuries besides bumps and scratches and that's true, but the pain from my muscles as they relearn to work in long forgotten ways is also something that I have forgotten. I see a few gators, I also see some wild pigs, snakes, birds and shadows of god knows what moving in the undergrowth.
I travel into the daylight on the last day as I know I am near the end of the trek. I arrive at the gas station before midday.
After I leave the gas station, I start looking for two things, somewhere where I can scrub up and eat, pack rations, well you can live on 'em, I am also looking for a new home, maybe with a little bit of land.
Two hours later I have a hotel room, I have showered, changed and made arrangements with a realtor to view one of the places I saw this afternoon and another in the morning. Now I am sitting down in an eatery, nursing a soda and waiting for a waitress to bring me something called boudin balls, with a side of something else called maque choux.
The food is not as spicy as I expected and that is not a complaint, it still leaves the mouth tingling and it is lovely, if I buy either of the places I have seen I will definitely be coming here for more.
Although I am at the house in good time the realtor is there before me, he too has a thick local accent, but with a name like Prejean I am not surprised. It is soon apparent that it will need a lot of hard work and money to make the house liveable, more I think than I am prepared to give.
I do not tell him no, but I do tell him I am wanting to look at other properties in the area, he pulls out a catalogue of houses for sale and I see three more places, all smaller, I arrange to meet him early afternoon at one of them.
I go to the same eatery for supper and I am served with gumbo and fresh bread, it is much spicier than my earlier pork sausage balls and corn, peppers and onion blend.
I am in my hotel bed by 22:00, I am just getting to sleep when a knock on the door pulls me back to consciousness, not expecting a visitor, keeping the door closed and clutching my glock I ask the visitor to identify themselves. "I seen y'all alone fella, you want company?" Great, a hooker, jeez if I wanted to spend a night with a slut I could have stayed at home.
"No thanks," I say.
"Come on big Rick, You need what I'm offering."
Wtf, how does she know my name? I cautiously crack the door open. I see a woman, big hair, big breasts, short skirt and a strong odour of cheap perfume."
"Come on Ricky, I got what you need."
I suddenly catch on and with a grin, I throw open the door, grab the woman's arm and pull her into my room. As soon as I slam the door I greet my visitor, "Hey Dee, still turning tricks I see."
"You wish you old fossil."
"You can talk, you're only two months younger than me you dried up old honey pot."
They both laugh and hug each other
"Looking good Rick."
"Looking like a cheap tramp, Dee."
"Good, that is what I am going for."
Dee has done all I had asked of her, she goes through everything in detail, making sure I had everything firmly fixed in my mind before relaxing and talking like the old comrades we are.
We talk until the early hours, she leaves just before 04:00, I grab three hours before getting up and ready to meet with the realtor at the first house.
The house itself is sound, for now, there are a couple of things that if not seen to soon will be a problem, other than that, a lick of paint and it will look nearly new. It is on a parcel of land running up to some woodland on two sides, it is very reasonably priced, my only problems with it, first is the size, it is huge, the ground floor is a two car garage a really big 'L' shaped living room, a kitchen and a latrine, upstairs are five big bedrooms, two with en-suite bathrooms and a larger bathroom, The second thing I do not like, is the bathrooms, everything really needs replacing.
The next two, although nearer the size I want are not in any better condition that the first I looked at with the other realtor, I am hoping that the first realtor I talked to yesterday will be able to offer me something better when I meet with him this afternoon.
I eat again at the same eatery, this time turning my attention to some Jambalaya, whew, that made me sit up and take notice.
I meet again with the first realtor and the places he shows me are small and only just inhabitable, the better of them had very little land, I think about taking the big place I saw this morning and splitting it down the middle and renting out half of the house. I still have a few weeks to make up my mind, I tell him I will let him know in the next couple of weeks if I choose one of his.
I spend another night in the hotel before moving on to my next swamp.
I find another gas station to stow the jeep and repeat my earlier excursion, this swamp is bigger but I get through it almost as quickly as I had the first and without so much muscle ache. I had less luck looking for houses, I do check out a couple, but there was no need to even contact the realtors selling them. I do however make a preliminary decision about one of the houses I have already seen.
I arrive home fifteen days after leaving, just as Genny is putting the kids to bed, I had tried to get there earlier, but traffic.
The kids barrelled into me as soon as I walk in the house, hugging me and asking with the innocence of young children much to their mothers chagrin, "where are our presents?"
I reach into the sack I have brought in and give them their gifts, vehicles to go with the dolls I already gave them. I also have another gift for Genevieve that I intend giving her later.
After she gets her children settled we open a bottle of wine and talk. She is despondent as she tells me of her unsuccessful search for somewhere to live, the only places she has found that she can afford are worse than the one I stopped her moving to. I tell her a little about the swamps glossing over most of it and not revealing the reasons for doing it, I also tell her about my search for a new home. I then pull out her gifts, telling her I have kept receipts if anything does not fit.
"She seems overjoyed at first but I see the cogs whirring in her head, "they're lovely, bu it's just a waste, I will never go anywhere to justify wearing such fine clothes."
"I thought you might say that so I am now asking you to have dinner with me, at a place where you will not look out of place."
I see immediately where her head is going and say, "Before you go accusing me of ulterior motives, I will repeat what I have told you before. There will be no demands from me to compromise you honour. Now talking of honour, I will be grateful if you would try them on to see if I have ought the correct sizes.
Although I am really good at estimating sizes on a woman I had to guess how much, if any, weight she may have put on. The dress is a little loose, but still hangs in a flattering way, the shoes fit perfectly. I had thought about lingerie, but expected that would be viewed as too much and just bought her several shades of pantihose.
I somehow did not expect her to model the clothes, but she comes out from her bedroom looking a million dollars, did a couple of twirls and hugs me, she feels so much better than when I had held her sobbing frame before I left. The hug lasts longer than I expected, I had thought about making my offer to her over dinner but I couldn't stop myself from blurting it out, " I did find one place, a fixer upper with a good bit of land, the trouble is it is huge, if I buy that I will need a housekeeper, so will you take that job I offered?" The look she gives me shows me her distrust, "Look, I am serious, there are no strings attached, you'll have locking doors and your own car. Forget it, you obviously don't trust me, possibly any man."
She releases her hold and goes back to her room, she does not return and I sit there cursing my big mouth.
The following morning, when I get back from my run the boys are arguing, I am embarrassed when I find out why. They are arguing over which, GI Joe is me and both want their GI Joe to marry Barbie, their mother, Gary says, with spite, "Your Joe is not Mr Rick, he is Grandad," that was it, world war three breaks out and they get physical. I separate them and ask them why they are acting as they are.
Gerry sobbing says, he said my Joe is Grandad, it's not true I hate him he is a nasty man."
"Gayle joins in saying he hit mommy and threw her out when she made us."
I am shocked, I had noticed there was some awkwardness from Genny if he was mentioned and very little mention from her mother of her husband considering I know they are still together, but having met Greta I had not expected Genny's father to be less involved. What sort of father chucks his daughter out for getting pregnant these days?
I tell the boys that the GI Joes are neither their grandfather and are not me. I tell them that their mother and me are only friends and we have no thoughts of getting married, Gayle says she is glad that we are not getting married because all the men that love their Mommy, tell lies and throw them out. She suddenly looks fearful and I see her looking behind me, As I turn to see why, I hear a sob and see Genny running to her room and I immediately regret my choice of toys. I reassure the kids and tell them I am going to try and put things right with their mother and I need them to behave themselves whilst I am talking to her.
I tap gently on her door and get no response, I tap a little louder and hear, "Go away," I reply with, " I hope you are decent because I am coming in."
I slowly open the door and peer around it, only to be welcomed with a flying pillow.
I catch a second one and say as gently as I can, "the boys think you are crying because of your father and Gayle thinks you're crying because I said we are not getting married, me, I don't know why, I just wish that I have not been the cause of your upset."
"No it's not you..."
"Nonsense, if I had not given them those particular toys, they would not have been arguing."
"They're three four year olds, of course they'll be arguing," she says forcing a smile.
"I told them that if they were good and I could get you to smile we could go somewhere nice, so how about it, will you smile for them, a real smile."
"I'll try... for them. Are you sure you want to be seen with me."
"Why on earth would you ask that of me?"
"Because my clothes are in a dreadful state."
"That is only temporary, especially if you come and work as my housekeeper."
"Stop saying that or I will start thinking you are serious."
I say, "I am," and that sets off the tears again. I want to cradle her in my arms and comfort her, I hesitantly begin to reach for her when the door bursts open and three children run in and start hitting me, "Stop making our mom cry, you're just like our granddad."
"No! Mr Rick is nothing like your grandad, he is kind and I am only crying because he is making me happy."
I say "I am?" as I feel relief wash over me.
"Yes, I'll clean myself up and try and make myself presentable."
"Wash away your tears and brush your hair and I will be proud to be at your side. Now kids, who wants to help me unpack from my trip?"
Half hour later, even with my three helpers, my camping kit is either in the wash, or stowed until I need them again. I then clean the inside of the jeep and then wash it, leading to Genevieve having to redress her giggling children in dry clothes.
Our first destination is Walmart, I buy three car seats for the kids and get them to cajole their mother to allow me to get her some new clothes, just some jeans and t-shirts, she complains and is still complaining when I tell her I will take it out of her wages." To my surprise she smiles at my comment.
We have a conference and decide on a place called Mystery Hill as it is only about an hours drive from our location.
The kids really enjoy themselves with the activities as do their mother and I, although I must admit, most of my pleasure is from seeing the smiles and hearing the laughter from my four companions, there is one thing I do find fascinating, it is one of a few places on earth with a gravitational anomaly. I make up my mind that when all the shit with my wife is done I am going to find out more about this strange phenomena.
We stop at a fried chicken place on the way home and the kids are all asleep in the car five minutes after leaving the restaurant. Back at home we carry them to bed and once they are settled we sit down with some wine and a couple of snacks and she brings up with no prompting from me, what happened to destroy her relationship with her father.
"Would I be correct in assuming that you are not particularly religious?"
"Yes, you are correct, I only go to church because it is expected of me. I think a lot of people are of the same opinion. I always want to laugh when I hear these TV preachers say there are no atheists in foxholes, in my experience many atheists are born in foxholes, yes many young inexperienced soldiers do cry out to their god for help but most seasoned soldiers curse him for not caring."
"Really, I suppose I shouldn't be shocked by that, but I am, I guess that's my upbringing. For me, I can say the same as you, my father however, is a full bat shit crazy bible believing lay preacher."
"So he did kick you out because you were unmarried and pregnant?"
She drains her second glass, I pour her another and she drinks half before speaking again, "He was angry and said some unkind words, but that was not why he threw me out. He did that because of what I said." She finishes that glass and pours herself another, "I am worried that if you know what I said it will be too much for you and you will throw us out as well, so please I am begging you, please let us stay until the morning, don't throw my babies out into the night."
"Genevieve, I am sure there is nothing you can say that will make me do that, but I am not going to pressure you, if you are not comfortable telling me, the solution is easy, don't tell me."
"Thanks for that, but I want to be totally honest with you. You have been so good to us and I admit it, I thought the worst of you, I could not believe you were doing all you were doing just because you wanted to help, I could not and I'm still haying trouble believing that you really are not expecting me to umm pay you off so to speak."
I take hold of the hand without the glass in it and look into her eyes, "Genny, you are an attractive woman with a beautiful heart, soul, personality or whatever you want to call your inner you and yes, another time, another place I would be very much chasing you, but right here, right now, all I am after is a friend and I am very lucky because that friend has three of the five most precious kids in the world and for the moment is allowing me to share their lives and bring me some joy in what is possibly the worst time of my life."
"My god Rick, how could I have been so selfish, I have been so centred on my problems #i haven't given a seconds thought to what you are going through."
"Shh, Your problems are far greater than mine, and you are having to balance your problems with your responsibilities, me, all I have to do is console myself for marrying a cheating wh... a woman I am now seeking a divorce from. I know I have already said as much, but helping you is therapeutic, if it were not for you and your beautiful children I would no doubt feel totally useless and devoid of purpose."
She squeezes my hand and says, "I will try to be there more for you."
"You don't need to worry about me, just look after your children, yourself and if you will, my house." She leans forwards a little and her mouth opens a little, I almost begin to think she is about to kiss me when she suddenly stands and says, "it's been a long day, I am as worn out as the kids and the wine has gone straight to my head, I think I had better turn in. Goodnight Rick, sleep well."
I would be lying if I said a kiss from her would be wonderful, but it may have just been my imagination and I can not deny I am feeling very attracted to her now.
The next few days I spend with the four of them and we do another couple of day trips to some nearby places suitable for the kids, Genevieve is disappointed when I tell her I will be going away for a couple of days to see a few old army buddies. I do ask her that when I return she give me a definitive answer to my request for a housekeeper.
Despite the fact I am telling them I will only be gone for a couple of days, the kids are tearful when I say goodbye, again it may be my imagination but I think I see a tear in Genevieve's eyes too.
I drive to a barn that is only about ten miles from my house, inside is a car, Dee had given me the car at the hotel. I swap the vehicles, leaving my jeep in the barn and drive to a small airfield that again is not too far away. There, I meet up with and get a ride from a helo, this takes me to an airbase that I will not identify, there I board an air transport that will get me to my destination. I am just getting myself strapped in when I hear a familiar voice shouting over the warming engines.
"Hey grandad, is your heart up to having a beautiful sexy woman sitting beside you?"
"I would welcome her, when do you think she is going to arrive?"
"Bastard!"
"Bitch!" I say with a grin, "what are you doing here?"
"Community service, I got 30 hours having to help the old and senile."
"Does that mean you'll wipe my arse?"
"You know me Rick."
"Yeah you're more likely to fold me in half and make me lick it clean."
The engines increase their speed and the plane begins to taxi, soon it is airborne and we can unstrap.
"Do not get involved, I am going to do what I am going to do and that is it." I say firmly.
"You got it, I'm just gonna be there to watch your six. That new lady of yours seems nice."
If anybody else had said something about someone I knew they had not met I would wonder why, with Dee, I know not to ask.
Some time into the flight, Dee checks her watch, stands and says, nearly time to leave, she walks to the rear of the plane and pulls out a pack and throws it to me. "It's Portuguese, no real difference to the chutes you're used to." I pull it on and strap it to me as she does the same. A few minutes longer and the ready light glows and the back door opens, a short while later the light changes and we run out of the back of the plane.
We freefall as long as we can and our chutes open with almost simultaneous pops and we glide to a small clearing near to a larger clearing with tents and vehicles. Landing, without a word we roll up our chutes, unstrap ourselves and run for the cover of the jungle. We wait and listen for any activity or sign that we had been observed and then bury our chutes.
As soon as we are both ready, we make our way to the camp, if I had not already known which tent the doc and his whore was in, I would now know, I would just have had to follow the noises of her having sex, so much for a weeks abstinence before coming home... bitch. I am surprised that aside from several people having sex or being drunk, there is little if any medical activities. We creep around to their tent and wait for the noise to stop. He is from the sounds of it a one pump chump. He is soon asleep after he has finished using the hole, I have to smile as I hear her tending to an unfulfilled filling, so much for the write up Leslie had given the doc.
Eventually we hear the docs whore fall asleep, we give it another ten minutes to make sure and cut our way into the tent. I pull out a prepared syringe and holding her head with my hand positioned over her eyes, I inject her neck and release her confident she will not wake for six hours, the doc, I punch him in the face, twice to make sure he is out. I then zip tie his limbs and gag him.
I start to drag him out but Dee signals me to carry him, so we carry him out of the tent to the cover of the jungle and then I throw him over my shoulder and take him deeper into the jungle.
I have with me a length of 304 stainless steel cable that I have put an eye in one end so I can put a loop in the end that will pull tight. I also have a couple of fittings to clamp two pieces of cable together. I run the cable over a strong low branch leaving the eyed end dangling, I run the other end around a nearby tree and fit the clamps in place, loose but in place.
He is awake when I get back to him, his eyes a wide with fear, muffled noises come from behind the gag. I am sure he is begging for his life, possibly offering me money or a ride on his whore.
I thread a fold of cable through the eye giving me a steel noose and slip it over his cock and balls.
Picking up a piece of wood from a broken branch, I walk to the other end and pull out a small spanner. I wrap the cable around the branch and pull. He tries hard to scream, even before he leaves the floor, I pull until he is about a yard from the ground and then as I had practised in the swamps, tighten the clamps and walk back to the slowly spinning asshole.
I catch his head and stop him spinning and speak the first words I have said since leaving the plane. "I very much doubt you will be doing any fucking ever again, but if you do you might want to make sure she is not married first. Now, I can leave you like this with your only help of survival being if you are found or if your cock and balls rip off and you bleed to death, OR," I pause, perhaps I am enjoying this far too much, "I can leave you with the tools to escape and survive. Now nod your head if you want me to leave the tools. He nodded his head and regretted it immediately. The motion has set him swinging. I do not stop him. "At the base of the trunk of this tree you are dangling from, there is a pack to cauterise a severe wound and a loaded flare gun. Soon, I will cut your bonds and hand you this knife. Now you might think about trying to hurt me with it and true you could throw it at me, but I doubt you could throw it hard enough or be accurate enough to do me much damage, what you would do is lose the only real chance to survive this. You are a doctor, a surgeon, under oath to cause no harm. I consider the pain I have and am still feeling and the pain my wife will soon be feeling as harm. The pain you are feeling is also the harm that you have caused by breaking your oath. I cut the zip ties around his hands and feet, set him spinning and put the knife on his chest and dash to the cover of the jungle.
Whether he will cut off his family jewels before he is found by a search party or a hungry whatever, I neither know or care, they are probably no use by now anyway. My mission is complete, returning home and getting away with it are just bonuses.
We hack our way to a small airfield where a small airplane is waiting to take us to meet another heavy transport plane that will take us home.
It goes without a hitch, Dee is fucking amazing, I owe her for this big time and I already owe her my life, more than once.
I watch the 737 land and taxi to the disembarkation point and then go to another 4th floor room to watch the passengers come through customs and into the baggage area. I watch as a very tired and despondent Marcy all but stumbles her way through the gates to collect her luggage. I can see her looking around, as if searching for somebody, surely it can't be me, she had specifically asked that I not be there to greet her. Her head is downcast, I cannot actually see her tears but I know they are there.
After gathering her cases, I watch as she makes her way out of the hotel, I wonder whether she will actually go to the Ambassador or whether she will go straight to where she thinks she still lives.
I make my way to the Ambassador, she is there, as she promised, but I can see she does not expect to see me, her eyes are devoid of hope, all I can see is regret and fear.
The good doctor was found on the first day, he did the one thing I had not accounted for, he managed to cut off the gag. He called out for help and he was heard and help did come, unfortunately not soon enough to save his genitals.
Me, I was accused, of course I was accused, he knew it was me and the knife I left, it was one out of our kitchen set, a knife I know Marcy would recognise, so she knows it was me too. The thing is, there was absolutely no way of proving I had left the state never mind the country, nothing to prove I had been in South America.
The police raided the house just as we were packing, all they took was a knife set which they returned to us the same day as it did not match the knife found with doctor eunuch and the set was complete. Genevieve also insisted that she had been with me all night, on that night and the next.
Marcy had waited for me in the foyer of the hotel for several hours before she gave up, the next day she met up with the new owners of our old house, for some reason this upset her. I suppose being told how nice a couple me and the woman he assumed was my wife are and how nice our three children are.
She also gets no joy or support from Leslie and Vincent, now they know the full story they feel used and that Marcy is nothing but a cheating slut. Go figure, a slut is okay as long as she doesn't cheat.
Marcy tried to talk to the kids, but the only thing either did when hearing her voice was recite some of the words from her letter, "I'm a coward. And by the time you read this, you will know that I am also breaking our vows with Trey. But before you pass judgment on me, I know two wrongs don't make a right, But after all these years, I need a vacation from us. I am done being the dutiful wife waiting at home and being chaste for her war hero. Please don't make a scene. If you love someone, set them free. And let them come back to you. Either take me back or walk away."
When they told me what they said to her I couldn't help but wonder whether she liked being on the receiving end of those words, she certainly didn't respect them as she tried for months to talk to me, when she managed to find me I had to get a restraining order to stop her telephoning and visiting me with her incessant pleas for forgiveness and reconciliation.
I did take that huge house on, Genny did not ever become my paid housekeeper, when we got to Louisiana she moved into my bedroom and a year later we were married, two months after that she gave birth to a girl, we called her Deirdre. Since then she has gven me two boys. David and Derek. Her mother moved into the room that would have been Genny's, after a young, a too young girl turned up pregnant and accused Genny's father of being the father. A DNA test after the child was born, ensured a custodial sentence, a divorce and his name on a certain list in his near future.
Dee did retire and she married her lover of the last twelve years, a lovely woman called Martha, I and a turkey baster, are the father of their four kids.
As for doctor dickless, he overdosed two months after returning to the US.
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