Peter and Cindy

Timmy,
I think Peter would benefit from redefining what constitutes cheating in his head. Perhaps along the lines of Bill Clinton maybe.. He's had so many problems in his sex life to date, it may be an advantage to try a few moves with Adele without actual penetration. See how she responds, and how he feels about her.

Of course that would completely destroy the dynamics of the story with Cindy and there is no way I want you do that. I mean I really want to see what Cindy comes up with next, when she gets home eventually this week. You really have created a first class story with these two. Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. Brilliant. Thanks

This continues to be a great story.

Thank you

As to this comment:


Aint that the honest truth.

GH

Zinc, Peak and GH,

thanks for your kind comments.

Now a warning. Some of you might not like where this story is heading but it's my story and I'll stick to it.

“Adele, I just don’t know. The way I feel right now probably. On the other hand I have no idea of how things will go when I finally let her come home. Is there a fix or will that be just temporary. It’s clear that she’s fallen under some bad influence from a couple of her co-workers. One a multi times divorcee, the other a dominant bitch who openly humiliates and cuckolds her husband. I know that I could never live that way.”

“That stupid bitch, trying to destroy the best man I’ve known. Damn her. If she was in my reach, I would pound some sense into her.”

I left Adele’s place feeling a lot better than I had yesterday. I was able to relax without the having the nightmares return.

It was the next evening when things went all to hell. I pulled up in my drive, opened up the garage door but last minute decided that I would wash my car after dinner. It’s still light enough for that. I had gotten out of my car and started to walk toward the open garage door when something hit my head and I blacked out.

When I came to, I had somewhat blurry vision and was hurting all over my body, especially my left arm. I had the sinking feeling that it was broken. I tried to locate my cell phone and eventually managed to find it even with intermittently blacking out. Not that it did any good. Someone had stomped on it and *******ed it.

I had to take a rest. I was hurting but the black outs were less frequent. At least until I tried to move. Eventually I made into the garage where I had a hard wired phone. It took a major effort to reach but, finally got to it. I dialed 911.

“911 what is your emergency?”

“I’m hurt, have been mugged. I need help.”

“Sir, your name and address.”

“901 Country Club Lane, Wilmister. Peter Wilmister.”

“Sir stay on the phone. Help is on their way.”

I blacked out again. The effort was just too much.

I came to when I heard sirens and soon there were cops and EMT’s around me.

One of the cops tried to get information from me but the EMT wouldn’t let him talk to me. They got me into the ambulance and off I went to the nearest hospital.

X-rays determined that my arm was broken and I had several broken ribs. While I had gotten a good crack against my head, there seemed to be no bone damage. Just some brain swelling from a concussion. I was admitted after they set my arm and bound up my chest so tight I had a hard time breathing.

With the help of some pain medicine I finally was able to talk to the cops.

I told them that I got hit on the head and the next thing was that I came to in pain next to my car and that my phone was busted.

“I think we can find out who did this. Is the garage door still open or did you guys close it?”

“It’s still open. We have a man guarding the place.”

“Good, at the back wall, next to the door leading into the house is closet. My security system recording station is in there. I think you should be able to see who did this to me.”

The detective made a call to the man guarding my place and he confirmed the existence of the system and that it was recording.

“Mr. Williams, do you think you can talk our man through on how to turn it off and how to retrieve the last few hours?”

“I’m tired and I’m hurting like hell but yes. I’ll try.”

That’s what I did and the detective dispatched another officer to pick up the stuff and take it to the station for analysis.

“Can we close and lock the garage from the outside?”

“Yes, from my car that is still outside is one way. The other, next to the electric meter is a gray box. Lift the lid and punch in for zeros. That will close the door, lock it and reset the alarm. After that your man go back to the station.”

“Rest up Mr. Wilmister, you’ve been great help. I’ll come and see you in the morning. Let you know what we find on the tape.

With the help of the pain meds, I slept just fine.

First thing in the morning, Barb showed up at the hospital.

“Peter what the hell has happened. I got scared when the cops called this morning and said you had been assaulted and were in the hospital. They wanted to know how to get a hold of Cindy. I checked your computer in the office and found the phone number for the hotel where she is supposed to stay. I also gave them her cell number.”

I winced. I wasn’t sure that I wanted to deal with Cindy at this point. But it was too late. The milk had been spilled and the cops were just doing their job.

Speaking of the cops, the detective from last night was back.

“Good morning Mr. Wilmister, I hope you’re feeling better than last night.”

“I guess a bit. But I would be even better if I could get something to eat.”

That’s when one of the nurses showed up ready to throw every one out.

“It’s OK, I can handle it. This is my assistant and do need to tell her about some work stuff and the detective and I also have some business. I’ll tell them when I need a break.”

“Now how about getting something to eat. I had no dinner and I’m starving.”

“That is a good sign but I’ll have to check with the doctor. He suspects a pretty severe concussion and I’m not sure you should eat. I’ll get back to you on that.”

After taking my vital signs she left.

“Detective, could you help me please. I need to go to the bathroom pretty bad.”

“Sure.” But as soon as I started to lift my butt a bit, a alarm went off and the nurse was back.

“Sorry, I didn’t tell you but you are not allowed out of bed at this point.”

“I need a bathroom pretty quick or you have a wet bed.”

Suddenly there was bottle in my hand.

“Here, this will do the job. I’ll help you since you have only one hand.”

“Please, every one step out of the room. You can come back in a few minutes.”

It was embarrassing as hell but between the two of us we got the job done.

“Mr. Wilmister, please use the call button when you need to go. Someone will come and assist you. I’ll take care of this and then I’ll send the other back in.”

When Barb and the detective came back into my room he showed me three still photos of three black males. One of them was the AH. My guess they must have forgotten about the cameras because when I was down and out, they took off their ski masks.

“That one is Diallo, not sure about any other names. He’s from South Africa and works as trainee at my wife’s place of employment, Federated International down town. So do the other two, but I don’t recall their names.”

“We were in luck. The tapes show the assault from the beginning. Some system you have there. The resolution is better than anything I’ve seen before. It will be a cinch to make this case. After they’ve served their sentences here, INS will deport them.”

“I would appreciate it if you could find out what kind of visa they have and let me know. I may need a ‘big stick’ should I decide to sue the company.”

“That will be no problem. Their passports will show it. I’ll let you know. Of course we never had this conversation but if by chance you should get an envelope at your office with photo copies of their visa, you will of course have no idea where that came from.”

“I’m going to leave to go to work or rest. I’ll get in touch if there are any developments in the case. First thing I’m going to do is get arrest warrants for the three of them.”

With that he left and Barb and I were alone. By then I was wiped out and kept dozing off.

“Peter, go to relax. I’ll just sit here. I’ve got my lap top and I can do some work. We’ll talk when you have rested up a bit.”

It was just after five in the afternoon when Cindy showed up.

“Peter what happened. You look terrible.”

I looked at Barb who was still there and sort of moved my head towards the door. That send waves of pain through my head but Barb got the idea and went out.

“Peter, please tell me you’re OK. Some cop came to the hotel very early this morning. Told me you had been mugged and were hospitalized with some injuries and a concussion. I got on the first plane out.”

“Your three fuck buddies did that to me.”

“Peter, I can’t believe that. No way are they involved.”

“Look at the pictures on that table.” The detective had left them. Not sure if on purpose or not.

“Oh my God. That is terrible. What is going to happen to them?”

“By now they should be in jail and hope they rot there.”

“Peter, you have to stop this. You have to withdraw the charges. This can’t be happening. You should have never hit D and the other guy.”

“Cindy, you are absolutely right.”

Her face brightened but then fell again resignation. Understanding what I was saying.

“You are right I should not have had to hit the AH. You should have when he grabbed your ass and boob. But you didn’t. So I rescued you from attempted ****. As far as that other clown, he hit me first and I just defended myself. The security cams will prove that if it becomes necessary.”

“Now I’m tired and need my rest. The doctor wants me to stay for another day or two because of the concussion. He won’t send me home unless there is someone to take care of me. So go home and fix up the pull out bed in the office. I’m not sure if I can manage stairs for a few days.”

“Also, please for your own sake, not mine stay away from those clowns. Do not try to see them in jail. You could be considered a co-conspirator if your relationship with the AH comes to the attention of the cops.”

“Call your boss and tell him you need some time off to take care of me. Then stay in the house. Don’t go out. Don’t talk to the two sluts. Talk to no one in the office that was at the party. If you get into trouble because you open your mouth to the wrong permister, you are on your own. I’m not going to help you.”

“I hope you understand how se***us this is.”

A very subdued Cindy left the hospital room and Barb came back in.

“Adele is on her way here. I just talked to her. When they get there I’ll take care of Amy Lou while you two talk.”

“Peter, you look like cuckolds brownie. I hope you feel better than you look.”

“Thanks Adele, I love you too.”

That got an astonished look from her but then both of us broke out into laughter which hurt like hell because of my busted ribs.

“That hurt, didn’t it.”

I just nodded.

“Just lay back and relax. Anything I can get you?”

“Not right now. I’m going to ring for the nurse. I need to use the urinal and I can’t do it with one hand. The doctor still doesn’t want me to get out of bed. Hopefully tomorrow he’ll clear me and let me go home too.”

“Peter, I can help you with that.”

“Thanks but I don’t think so. I would get hard the moment you touched me down there and then it will never work.”

We both smiled at each other.

“I’m happy to know that I still have that effect on you. What about the nurse? I saw some cute ones out there.”

“They send the old and ugly ones for that job. Sometimes even a guy.”

“Please just step out when whoever comes.”

I was right they sent one, old and ugly. But she is really nice and does a good job keeping me clean.

Once that job was done Adele and I talked about the incident.

“I told Amy Lou that it was a car accident. If I told her the truth that you got attacked, she would get scared. She doesn’t need that. I clued Barb in so there is not problem. She really wants to see you. Do you think I can sneak her in for a few minutes?”

“Sure, no problem. Go ahead and get her. I would love to see that little angel.”

“Hi Uncle Peter (I got promoted from Mr. Wilmister to Uncle Peter) you sure got lots of booboos. Can I kiss some and make the better? It always works when Mommy does it for me."

“Sure go ahead.”

Adele lifted her up and I got a wet kiss on my still partially swollen shut eye.

“Thank you Amy Lou, that sure feels good. I’m sure I’ll get better very soon.”

“Was the other driver takes?”

Where did that come from? I saw the look in Adele’s face. We both remembered that fateful day when both our parents got *******ed in a truck vs. RV accident. The driver of the truck was takes. He had been fired for failing a have test, got wasted. Stole a big tractor and created havoc on the freeway. Our parents were not the only ones that lost their lives that day. I was in grad school and Adele was working in some PR firm. The two funerals was the last time I had seen her before she and her little girl walked into my office.

“I don’t know, the police is still checking on that but they caught him and he’s in jail. So he can’t hurt anyone else.”

“Oh that is good. Can I go back to Aunt Barb? We were playing a game.”

“Come, baby I take you back to her.”

“Bye Uncle Peter, get better soon. I want to go back to the zoo with you. That was fun.”

Damn, I was still hurting but sure felt a thousand percent better after that short visit.

Adele asked about Cindy and things got a bit awkward for a moment but then lightened up again.

“Cindy came back to town when the cops found her and told her about the attack. Right now she is under ‘house arrest’ at home. At least I hope so. I told her that she couldn’t talk to anyone who was at the party and to stay home to take care of me when I get released from this place. Hopefully tomorrow. Doctor doesn’t want me alone.”

“Peter, I would have come and stayed with you.”

“I know Adele, but she came home. I don’t think it changes anything. I’m pretty much done with her. I’ll see what her attitude is when I get back home but to be honest, right now I don’t see much hope for my marriage.”

“Well Peter Wilmister, if you kick her out and still need help, Amy Lou and I will be the perfect nurse maids for you.”

“Now I better leave. Looks like the pain meds are getting to you. You look like you need a nap.”

She squeezed my good hand, gave me a quick kiss on my lips which sent shock waves through my body. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten kiss that truly meant ‘I care for you’ other than the one earlier from Amy Lou.

Later that evening during his rounds my doctor made me get out of bed and walk around a bit.

“Any sign of dizziness or nausea?”

“No, I’m OK.”

“OK, you can get up and go to the bathroom but you’ll need a nurse here in the room who will help you maneuver the IV tree. She’ll leave you alone once you’re in the bathroom but I want you to ring the bell or call to her when you’re done so she can get you back to bed.”

“I’ll be by in the morning to check you again. See if I can’t get you out of here by noon. You have anyone who will come to get you and stay with you?”

“Yes, my wife is back in town and she’ll be here in the morning.”

“Well have a good night. Rest and relax is the best thing for you at the moment.”

“Thanks Doc.”

I was left to my thoughts. What do I do about Cindy. I don’t think that I trust her. There have been too many incidents. Things I dismissed as not important but when you add them all up, it translates into increasingly showing disrespect and contempt. I’m not going to put up with that.

I’ll see how it goes for a few days. What kind of attitude she’ll have. I’m not going to start any fights but any show of disrespect will speed up the process of getting rid of her.

I called Cindy in the morning and asked her to come to the hospital as it looked like I was going to be released.

“Cindy, please drive my car. It will be easier to get in and out of my SUV then your BMW with my arm in a cast.”

“How long do you think, you’ll need me to be around full time next week. I need to let the office know. I can do some of the work from home but not all of it.”

“We can ask the doctor when he discharges me. But we have the weekend. Maybe Monday stay home but I don’t see any reamister why you couldn’t go back to the office on Tuesday as long as you have stuff handy for me for lunch that I can fix with one hand.”

“We’ll find out this weekend how much I’ll be able to do by myself.”

“OK Peter, I’ll see you in an hour or less.”

Barb called me.

“Peter when I came to work this morning there was an envelope that had been shoved under the door addressed to you. Any idea what that is?”

“Open it up. I bet it contains some photo copies of the passports those three jerks carry.”

“You are right.”

“What kind of visa does it show?”

“Two have some sort of classification. I think it says H2 but the other for the one who stayed at your place says ‘tourist’ and he has exceeded the ninety days allowed.”

“That is great news. Please put them back and then put the whole thing into my safe.”

“What does it mean?”

“It means that the clown is here illegally at this point and never had permission to work. He’s no better than some guy slipping across the *** Grande and working the fields in California or where ever.”

“It gives me leverage if I want to file a civil suit against Cindy’s company. You know in case I decide that I need a ‘scorched earth’ kind of revenge. They brought him in, put him to work with my wife. Put him into a position to alienate her affection for me. Stuff like that.”

“Wow, I didn’t think you are that vindictive. Remind me every so often to stay on the good side of you.”

She chuckled “Please let me know if I accidentally piss you off. I sure don’t want you on my big black ass with an attitude like that.”

At that point, we both laughed. Mine was cut short because it still hurt.

We said good bye just in time as both the doctor and Cindy walked in.

I got a kiss form Cindy. Not sure if it was for the benefit of the doc or if she really meant it.

He put me through the paces and decided that it was OK to send me home. He gave us a prescription for pain medication which Cindy filled at the hospital pharmacy while I was waiting for the paper work to be finished.

Cindy fixed some lunch for me and we had it out on the patio. Unfortunately it made me see the cottage which in turn brought back memories that I didn’t cherish. Maybe I should just have it torn down.

There was not a lot of conversation that afternoon. There was a lot of tension between the two of us. Cindy was uptight because she didn’t know if I would eventually forgive her and I because I really didn’t know what I wanted. Did I want things to work out or not.

Things got a little better after dinner. Well? Yes, actually they did.

“Cindy, I need a favor. I need a sponge bath. As you can imagine, I haven’t had a shower since Tuesday morning.”

“Sure, want to do it down here or can you make up the stairs to our big shower. You can stand in there. Hold on to the safety bar and I can use the handheld shower to keep your cast dry.”

“Yes, I think that will work. Why don’t we give it a try.”

I made it up the stairs and Cindy helped me get undressed.

“Pooh, you stink.”

“Sorry, told you it has been a while. Having to pee into a bottle and sit on a special bowl in bed doesn’t help any. The doctor didn’t want me to stand up because of the concussion. I was still having some dizzy spells. The nurses and aids tried to keep me clean as best as they could under the circumstances.”

“Well let’s get you into the shower. I know where I’m going to start.”

So Cindy gave me a very thorough sponge bath using lots of soap and the handheld shower head. We managed without getting the cast wet. Well almost.

Cindy declared that I was done but was still hunkered in front of holding my hard dick and cupping my balls.

There was a questioning look on her face.

I just nodded and wound up with a very nice blow job.

Another quick wash of that area and then out and getting dried off.

“Cindy, thank you very, very much. That was much appreciated. It feels good to be clean, but it even feels better…” I let it trail off. There really wasn’t anything further to be said.

“What do you want to do? Go back down or stay up here. I’ll fix the bed for you so you can sit up if you want to. There is the TV or I can get you your laptop.”

“Thanks, I think I’ll stay here. I’ll be better off in my bed than on the pull-out in the office.”

I thought, I noticed a quick look of disappointment in Cindy’s face when I said “my bed” rather than ours.

“You want to stay with me for a while. We can watch a movie. Maybe you get us some more wine. I’m down to over the counter pain meds. So I don’t have to be too careful with holy water.”

“I would like that. If you scoot over to my side of the bed. I can snuggle up to your good side. I’ll be careful not to push against your ribs.”

That’s what we did. We watched a movie but I started to doze off towards the end. The day had been stressful and I was still hurting.

“Peter, I think you better go to relax. Let me fix the bed while you go to the bathroom. I know you can do that alone now.”

When I got back out, the bed had been straightened and the cover pulled back.

“Cindy, sorry. But I think you better relax in the other room. I’m going to need space for my broken arm and I don’t want to hit you over the head by accident with the cast. That could hurt both of us.”
Clearly not what Cindy had hoped for.

“Sure, I understand. I’ll leave the doors open. Just call if you need anything.”

“Please, before you leave. Get me a glass of water and that container with the pain pills. That way I’ll have them handy in case I wake up during the night because I’m hurting.”

She got the stuff and then I got a pretty nice good night kiss. I turned off the bedside light and went to relax fairly soon after that. No nightmares.

So that was our routine for the next week. That Friday Cindy took half a day off and we went to see the doctor. He did his usual prodding and probing and declared that it was OK for me to that the wrapping around my chest off long enough to take a shower if I could keep the cast dry. But the wrapping needed to get back on after that. He would let me know next Friday when I came back if I could do without them. He showed us the X-rays of my chest and the damaged ribs. Three on one side and four on the other had been severely damaged. I was lucky that none had broken completely and punctured one or both lungs.

Cindy was very subdued after leaving the doctor’s office. I guess it finally sunk in how badly those three clown had beaten me. This wasn’t just a scuffle but a very methodical beat down with intent to harm if not *******.

There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the two of us not to mention what had caused this all.

This was so good, that I checked in and ended up reading the entire thing on my phone in my office. I am on pins and needles waiting on the next episode!

This need to be turned into a TV drama.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy,
Great, take it wherever you want to, its still your greatest yet.

An outstanding story

Thanks

GH

Love the story and looking forward to more

Never a dull moment. I have no idea where you are going...nice.

Ms Donna,Peak, GH, Racingdon and Zinc,

thank you all for your kind words and support.

Life went on. On Tuesday I went to the office. Cindy drove my car, dropped me off and then went to work. She was back at five thirty to take me home.

I had gotten tired of her cooking and some of the take out she had brought home.

“Why don’t we go out and eat at the bistro down the street. I can walk the few blocks. It will do me good.”

That’s what we did. Conversation was general. Both of us avoided mentioning that eight hundred pound gorilla that seemed to have taken up permanent residency in our lives.

I had come to the conclusion that I would wait her out. See what if any actions she would take as time progressed. As a born procrastinator, I was good with status quo as it currently existed.

I got my blow jobs every other day, sometimes even three days in a row and we had figured out a position where I was able to eat Cindy’s pussy without getting hurt.

It was Thursday that things went south.

Cindy came home as usual. We had our dinner and casual conversation. What was interesting, Cindy didn’t have any wine. Just water. After putting the dirty dishes away, she went upstairs.

About an hour later, Cindy came back down dressed to the hilts. Hot as hell and then some. I was going to make a crack like ‘you didn’t have to through all that, naked would have been just fine’ but bit my tongue.

“Petey, (cuckolds brownie here we go). I’m going out. Meet some of the girls.”

“Cindy, don’t lie to me. You’re going out to get laid.”

“I thought, you didn’t want to hear or know…”

“Yes but if you were just going to have a take with the girls you would have done that after work like in the past. I could have managed. It is clear even to this banged up brain that you are out ‘hunting for cock’.”

“I think you better pack a bag with clothes for work tomorrow. I would prefer that you didn’t come home and rub my nose into it. This is bad enough. I had some hopes but I guess I was wrong.”

“Peter, I know I’ve said before and I’ll say it ONE more time. I’m sorry I got caught up in that mess. I shouldn’t have done it. Now I’m going back to our original agreement. The exact thing you agreed to – every often a fling for a night, maybe two if I go out of town on business. Like before, I’ll try to keep you sheltered. That’s the best I can do.”

“But if you don’t want me to come home, what about your doctor’s appointment tomorrow?”

“I’ll call a cab or have Barb swing by. I’ll be OK. Please be safe and I’ll see you tomorrow night. That is unless you decide to stay home.”

“Sorry Peter but I really…”

I waved her off and went into my office, closing the door behind me.

Cindy got the idea and I heard the garage door about fifteen minutes later. Presumably she had packed a bag.

Sure enough, I was alone in the house when I got up in the morning.

I had forgotten that I needed help with my bandages around my chest. I contemplated going to the doctor without taking a shower or call for help.

I decided on trying Adele. She had seen me naked before.

It was the same routine, Amy Lou answered the phone and then handed it to her Mom.

“Good morning Adele, you might think it’s crazy but I have to ask you a huge favor. Cindy is not around and I need to go to the doctor for a check-up right after lunch.”

I didn’t get any further.

“Of course I come out there and pick you up. What time?”

“Adele, that is not all.”

“OH?”

“Yes, I need some help after my shower. The bandages that hold my cracked ribs together…”

“Oh goody, I get to play doctor with a naked man. I’m on my way. Should I drop Amy Lou off at Barb’s?”

“No Adele, we are not going that far. Bring her along. I want both of you to see where I live. Remember. I’m still married.”

“OK, I’ll be good. Do you have stuff to feed us or should I pick something up along the way? I also need directions.

“No I’ve got stuff here. Some cold roasted chicken and salad stuff. Will that do?”

“Perfect, I’ll see you in about an hour. OK?”

“That will be great and thank you. You are a big help.”

“You are welcome. Any time Peter, any time.”

We disconnected and true to her word, the two ladies pulled into my drive an hour later.

I gave them the grand tour and Amy Lou wanted to get into the water right away. I left it to Adele to talk her out of it.

We put Amy Lou in front of the TV with some youngren’s program and went upstairs for my shower.

“WOW Peter, you still have the same body that you had back in high school”

Adele had just taken off my chest bandages and gently was touching some of the bruises. That got me hard as a rock and I resolved to leave my shorts on until I was in the bathroom.

“Thank you kind lady, but it’s not quite true. I’m about twenty or so pounds heavier than those days.”

“It looks good on you, no matter what you say. What do you do?

“I run five or six miles every other day or at least try to. Haven’t run since the attack but I’ve been walking at a brisk pace that distance during the last two weeks. Trying to get back into the routine once the doc says it’s OK. I hope I can dispense with the chest bindings after this afternoon’s visit.”

“There is a package of plastic wrap over there. Please wrap up my cast, then you can go down to Amy Lou. I’ll call you when I’m out and ready for you to dry my back and rewrap my chest.”

“Oh no buster. I’m going to watch and make sure nothing happens to you. I guess what I’m saying is that I’m a bit of a tease and will enjoy watching you squirm as you try to hide your stiffy from me.”

“I know you’re hard. Between my not quite so demure cleavage and touching your bruises, I bet you are hard and ready to pop.”

“Remember, I know you quite well.”

After a brief pause Adele continued… “You know, I sometimes miss those days, not quite sure what to call them. Certainly not innocent because we sure weren’t. I guess carefree is the better word. I still have fond memories and some nights when I put fresh batteries into my vibe I think of you. Maybe one day?...

“This was getting a bit uncomfortable for me, so I decided to take the bull by the horn, dropped my shorts and briefs. I had gotten pretty good at that with one hand and just headed for the shower.

Adele followed me and sat on the closed toilet. I couldn’t figure out what was going through her head but there was as sort of ‘Mona Lisa’ kind of smile on her face as she watched me struggle in the shower.

She had a towel ready and helped get me dry, then got a new package of bandages and wrapped my chest.

“You know, I had to do this once for the…”

There was a pause.

“Had I just known what kind of monster he would turn out to be.”

“Oh well, that’s all over with.”

“Say Peter, do you need help with that?”

She pointed at my still hard dick, licking her lips in a salacious way that didn’t help the situation.

“Might be hard to get those briefs and shorts over that thing the way it’s pointing ‘north’ or whatever compass point that might be in the moment.”

I blushed which made her giggle.

“No thank you. It will be fine. Maybe you better check on your little girl. I’m OK with the rest of this.”

“OK sexy.” She playfully swatted my butt and left to go down stairs.

I was tempted to jerk off but as soon as Adele got to the stair, my erection started to go down.

I started to wonder what if?

The visit to the doctor’s office went fine and he decided that there was no further needs for the chest bandages. Only one more thing to go – the cast on my arm.

“Peter, come back in two weeks and we’ll get rid of the cast and set you up with some physical therapy.”

Adele drove me home. We had a cup of coffee and then the two ladies left me to my thoughts.

During the weekend and part of next week Cindy was running “hot and cold” between the caring wife and some sex in form of blow jobs and lots of pussy eating and barely speaking to me. Showing clear disdain and aggravating me by calling me Petey.

Wednesday about noon, I was just about getting ready to fix my lunch the phone rang. It was Cindy but I let go to voice mail.

“Petey, I’m not coming home tonight. Got stuff to wear for tomorrow. See you tomorrow night.”

Short and not so sweet. Coming right to the point. Oh hell, what am I going to do. It does seem like a lost cause trying to right our marriage. Maybe I should just…

I banned those thoughts and concentrated on fixing my lunch. Then I went back to the office to do some work. I had gotten pretty good managing the computer with one hand. Between that and the voice recognition soft ware I could manage.

It was around eight that evening when I got the surprise of my life. The door bell rang and as I looked out on the well lit front of the house, I had an electrician ad some more lights and our lawn service cleared some bushes on either side of the drive to reduce the chance of a repeat attack. To my surprise there was Cindy’s friend Susan wearing a hot black number with lots of cleavage.

What was that all about?

I opened the door.

“Hello Susan, what can I do for you?”

“You can ask me to come in and offer me a take. I would like to talk to you.”

“OK, come on in Susan. Would you like a take?”

“Thank you Peter, yes I would. Maybe a glass of white wine if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Come, please sit. I pointed at the couch. I’ll get you the wine.”

“Can you manage with your arm?”

“Yes, there is an open bottle in the fridge. If we need more than that, you’ll have to open the next one.”

I poured a glass and finished the bottle.

“Here you go Susan, I hope you like it. It’s Cindy’s favorite. I’ll be right back.”

I decided I better not take at this point since I had no idea what this was all about and get myself a glass of ice water, then settled in a chair opposite from Susan.

She lifted her glass. “Cheers Peter.”

I just nodded and took a sip of my water.

“Peter, I thought that you should know first of all that I was truly upset over what the three of them did. On the other hand, how can you be so sure. Cindy said you were knocked out from the beginning and could not identify who attacked you.”

“You know D’s man is a big shot in the South African government and I’m sure he’s working on the State Department to get his mister, if not all three released from custody. Probably claiming diplomatic immunity for his mister.”

“How do you know?”

“My boss told me, he got it from the old man.”

The old man is Amos Hirschberg, principle share holder of the company they all worked for and himself a power in conservative politics in the state and in DC.

“Well sorry to disappoint but first of all the cops have video footage of the attack and those brainiacs took their ski masks off before high fiving each other for a job well done. They have a clear shot of D poking a bat at me without wearing the mask.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. I was given to understand that the arrest was based on suspicion.”

“Well who ever told you got it completely wrong. As far as diplomatic immunity, that is also a load of crap. I’ve seen copies of their passports. Two of the them are here legit with some form of trainee visa but the AH is here right now as an illegal. His tourist visa, hear tourist visa expired three weeks before the attack. The Fed take a very dim view of illegals attacking solid citizens.”

“How do you know all this?”

I just shrugged and took another sip of water.

She let it slide.

“So Peter, how is your love life? I understand…”

She must have gotten the message from the scowl on my face and dropped it right there.

“Have you made a decision regarding your marriage now that D seems to be out of the picture for good?”

“You know, I would love to provide some stress relief for you.”

She held up her hand.

“I know, you are still married and all that. I mean once you decide to divorce her. I’ll be available. You know sort of friends with benefits. You help me with my financial stuff and I’ll help you with… and at the same time benefit from what your darling wife calls the best pussy eater in the whole wide world.”

“Permisterally I don’t get why she is pulling this cuckolds brownie. If had had a deal like she does from my last husband, I would have kept him happy and drained so that he wouldn’t even think of the nights that I’m with some other guy. He would have been happy to have a day off. But that’s just me.”

“But seriously, I could use some help with my investments. I still have most of what I got from each husband after disposal of the community assets. Right now it’s mostly in CD’s but you what the interest rates are. I need to do better than inflation.”

“I smiled, I’ll give you one of my cards before you leave. Call the office and make an appointment. You’ll find my fees are reamisterable.”

I smiled at her.

“Please tell me honestly, did you encourage her? I’m guessing maybe not based on what you said just a minute ago but I would like to hear it straight.”

“No, I told her that she was stupid. It was Karin who was pushing her. Cindy is enamored with their life style. Kevin is a live in slave for all practical purposes. He has no money, no job. She took all that away from him. She makes enough money to afford the big house on her own. Around the house he is naked at all times except for that CB and an apron when he cooks and serves meals for her and the cock of the week or month. Cindy didn’t have to volunteer to take D in. There were two other girls that wanted him. It was Karen’s job to find places for them and she chose yours after Cindy volunteered. I think Karen has ideas of adding both of you to her ‘stable’. She and Cindy sometimes relax together. Cindy becomes pretty submissive around Karen. Not at work but outside of it.”

That was a new revelation that Cindy had both bi and submissive inclinations. No wonder, the AH was able to take control of her. Something to consider. The fact that Karen had her hooks in Cindy did not speak in favor of getting our marriage back on track.

“Thank you for being honest with me. You just earned yourself a discount rate but also gave me some new information to be considered when I make up my mind.”

“Would you like some more wine? You’ll have to open the bottle but you are welcome to have more.”

“Yes please. Where is…”

“Come I show you.”

We went to the kitchen and into the pantry where I have a wine cooler. I grabbed a bottle and handed Susan a cork screw.

I poured her a glass and then got one for myself.

On the way back to the living room Susan put an arm around my shoulder and pushed rather nice boob into my side.

“I mean it about the friends with benefits thing. Any time. Just call me. Even if you just want to talk.”

We sat down again.

“So how serious is this thing between Karin and Cindy? Any chance to break it up? To be honest, I don’t see a chance for us unless I can break that bond and get her out from under her influence. I thought it had to be something like it but I thought it was both of you. I’m happy to hear that you are not part of it.”

“Thank you for believing me. Unfortunately short of moving out of state or Karin really screwing up, I don’t see much of a chance of them splitting any time soon. Now if you by chance you could prove that Karin was behind the attack on you. I’m not saying that she was. I just don’t know. But I would not totally rule it out.”

“Wow, that is an interesting angle. I guess I’ll talk to the cops in the morning. Point them in that direction. See if they can get one of the guys to flip on Karin if she really was involved.”

“Peter, please leave my name out of it. I still have to work with her.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll pose the question in generic form like ‘any chance they acted on someone giving them the idea, that sort of thing. It might place some suspicion on Cindy, but I’m sure that she is not involved. Wouldn’t hurt to have her sweat for while.”

“Peter, don’t ever let me piss you off.”

I chuckled “someone said something similar a few days ago.”

We started to talk about some other stuff and had actually a pretty nice evening.

“Peter, I better go. Anything I can do for you right now, something you need help with and don’t just mean your cock.”

I smiled at her.

“Thanks but no thanks. I’ll just lock up and go to bed. I still tire pretty easy. I used to be able to watch the eleven o’clock news, maybe even some Leno or one of the other late night guys. Not at the moment. By ten, ten thirty I’m done for.”

“You know I’m glad you stopped by. Here is my card. Make an appointment. I’ll be happy to look over what you have and give you some recommendations you can follow on your own. If you need or want more, you’ll find that my rates are quite reamisterable.”

I got an easy kind of hug since she was aware of my injuries and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for the wine. I’m glad I stopped by and was able to clear up some things for you. Take care. I’ll call for that appointment next week some time. Can I come after work? It would make it easier for me.”

“Sure no problem. As long as I have two or three days notice. On the other hand, it probably would be better to wait another week.”

That got me a questioning look.

“By then I should have the cast off my arm and be able to drive again. It would make it easier. I won’t have to depend on Cindy to drive me.”

“OK, I understand. I’ve waited this long. Another week is not going to make any difference.”

With that she was out the door.

Hmm, maybe life won’t be all that bleak if I decide to dump Cindy. Susan’s offer might be a nice transition thing. But what about Adele?

Why does life have to be so complicated?

With those thoughts, I finished my wine and went to bed.

Timmy

Great twists, I love the way this is going

Thanks

GH

More options if there weren't enough already, lol. Thx Timmy!

Once again, I can't say enough about how great the writing is here.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy,
Not sure the fat woman has even started singing yet. I wonder if Karin's cuck is as 100% devoted as he seems. Maybe a little revenge would work wonders with him. This is becoming like a whodoneit without a body. An enigma wrapped up inside a riddle. I really like it. Thanks again engine driver.

GH, Zinc, Ms Donna and Peak,

thank you all for your comments and kind words.

I worked from home for a while, then took a break and went for a walk. Jogging was awkward with my arm in a cast and sling. Fixed myself some lunch and went back to work. While I was talking to a client on the land line, a text showed up on my cell.

“P staying out another night. sure you can manage C”

Well that showed a lot of love and concern. I really should dump that stupid bitch. Procrastinating will only prolong the agony. What I always tell myself when some investment is not turning out as expected? “Get out – First loss is the best loss.” So why can't I get myself to that with this marriage.

But of course I hung in there.

Cindy was pretty cool when she got home and I was happy that she didn’t want any form of oral service because I would have turned her down which would have resulted in another fight, etc, etc.

Sunday was kind of OK at first. We went to a gallery opening for a new local artist. Actually there was some nice stuff on display. The event was also a fund raiser for the Pediatric Wing of the hospital and some of his work had been placed into a silent auction. I found a charcoal drawing that I really liked and put a bid in.

Things turned sour when we bumped into Karin and her ‘slave’. She tried to hug me and I just stepped back.

“Easy there. I’m still pretty fragile and still hurt from what those three clowns did to me.”

“Petey sorry, I was just so happy to see you out and about.”

I caught a head shake from Cindy when the stupid bitch called me Petey. I don’t think she caught on because she continued.

“Petey, we should have you over for dinner some time. Or maybe I let ‘Geraldine’ (pointing at her husband) take you out to lunch. Explain some of the benefits…”

“Just shut up.” Tried hard not to raise my voice.

“Cindy, I’m going home RIGHT NOW! You coming or do I take a cab?”

Cindy actually discreetly gave Karin the finger and mouthed to her “you sure fucked up”.

I had to grin when Cindy grabbed my hand and we were out of there.

It was too early to go and have dinner.

Cindy, let’s walk a bit. It’s a lovely day. We can have a cup of coffee a few blocks down this way. Then we can have an early dinner at the sushi place.

We walked in silence.

Sitting outside, after ordering Cindy finally spoke.

“Peter, I’m sorry. I have no idea what that stupid girl was talking about.”

“Sure you do Cindy, don’t start lying again. You know exactly what kind of relationship those two have. But I was surprised at what she called her husband. I thought his name is Kevin.”

“It is, but since she reduced him to her sissy slave, his name is Geraldine. It’s the first time that I know of that she used it in public. She didn’t at the party. So don’t really know what’s behind that. Maybe he pissed her off and humiliating him like that in public is part of his punishment.”

“Did you know, she was going to be there today?”

Cindy hesitated, but then just nodded.

“Did you expect her to make some sort of pitch?”

“Yes, but certainly not like that. I was just hoping that she could help you getting over your reluctance…”

I interrupted.

“Cindy, give it up. There is NO way in hell that I’ll ever become a cuckold like you seem to fantasize about. Not going to happen. I don’t like what you are doing. I agreed to it as an act of desperation trying to keep you but I’m beginning to think that it was a huge mistake.”

“You took it as weakness and keep trying to exploit it. If you keep pushing, it will blow up in your face big time.”

We sat in silence while finishing our latte.

“Peter, I think I rather go home. The day is ruined.”

We walked back in silence to my car and Cindy drove us home. Once inside, she went upstairs to “her” room and I didn’t see her again for the rest of the evening.

I found some stuff in the freezer that I could nuke for supper, had a beer with it and then watched some TV.

At one point I thought I heard Cindy yelling at someone on the phone. The land line was not in use. She must be using her cell.

I went to bed without speaking to Cindy.

Monday night Cindy brought the sushi home that we didn’t have on Sunday in town. She was civil but distant and after dinner we both did our own thing.

It was Tuesday that she cracked.

I was sitting watching Jeopardy when Cindy came into the room and hunkered down in front of me.

“Peter, can I trade a blow job or two for some really hot oral services?”

I smiled. “Any time, any time you call me Peter, Darling or whatever just as long as it is not Petey, I’ll be happy to do ‘business’ with you.”

“Well then come on. Shut the TV off and let’s go.”

That evening it was like old times. Well almost. I got it up more than once and Cindy rode my dick cowboy style. By being careful not to put too much stress on my body and going slow it turned out to be one of the best ‘rides’ I ever had. After we both were spent, we snuggled for a while without saying anything. I think we both knew that if one of spoke the spell would be broken and the ugly part of our life would intrude again.

I started to nod off.

“Peter, go to the bathroom, do your thing while I straighten out the bed, put a dry sheet on it. Then you go to relax. You’ve earned it.”

Little did I know that it would be the last time for Cindy and me.

Things started slow the next night.

Petey, when is the cast coming off. I’m kind of tired of catering to you.”

“Say what?

“Say that again. You complain because for almost five weeks you had to do some cooking and some laundry? Hello wake up dear. Marriage is a partnership. I’m not your redy servant even though you might think so just because I’ve been doing most of the cooking and house work. It didn’t happen because I’m your servant. It happened because three or four days a week I work here rather than the office. So it was no big deal to throw the stuff into the washer or dryer. And certainly I’m a way better cook than you. So it was kind of out of necessity that I did most of it. On the other hand, had you ever asked, I would have loved to give you some cooking lesmisters but I bet that thought never entered your spoiled mind.”

“Peter Wilmister, how dare you talk to me like that?”

“Easy dear because it’s the truth. But to answer your question. Probably on Friday but does not mean that I will immediately have full use of that arm. It’s been virtually dormant for six weeks. It will take time and physical therapy to get back the full use.”

“Screw you!” Cindy stomped off and was not be seen again that evening.

I stayed out of her way the next morning. That evening she dumped a bag of Chinese take out on the kitchen table and left again.

I was still awake when she got back. Ignoring me she went to her room slamming the door.

I thought to myself, keep pushing, keep pushing. It’s not going to take much to make me call Bernie.
The next night, Cindy was civil but a new campaign started. The tease and denial campaign as I described to Barb. Cindy would come home, go upstairs take a shower and then come down wearing some form of sexy outfit. Anything from oversized tee shirt just barely covering a bare ass and pussy to filmy negligees I had bought for her. Even some of that slutty underwear from the special dresser.

But there was never any talk about having sex. No offers of blow jobs, no attempts to get me to perform oral sex on her. Just flaunting her body while cooking and doing some stuff around the house that I still couldn’t do.

There were no hugs but I did get quick hello and sometimes good bye kisses on my cheek.

We talked but when I tried to raise the subject of our current situation I got a “not now” and Cindy would stop what she was doing and go up to her room.

Once my cast came off, she would stay out at least two nights a week, sometimes three. Funny thing, true to the original agreement, Cindy would spend weekends at home doing the ‘seduction thing’ without ever letting it come to any form of sexual contact.

I was getting frustrated and depressed.

So one day I asked Barb to say a bit longer. I needed to talk.

I told her all that was going on. Essentially blamed myself for failing to keep my marriage together.

We had been sitting on the side of the office where I have the coffee table, a small couch and a couple of comfortable chairs.

Barb got up from her chair and sat next to me on the couch, then put her arm around me.

That’s when I lost it.

She stroked my hair and cheek.

“It’s OK Peter, let it all out.”

She kept mumbling something that I couldn’t make out but for some reamister it calmed me down.

When she realized that I had gotten hold of myself she began to talk.

“Peter, this is NOT your fault. You did the very best you could to keep your marriage together. Let it go. If you made a mistake, it’s that you let things fester too long. Should have thrown her out or at least put your foot down when she sprung that black fellow on you.”

“Call Bernie in the morning and file for divorce before she destroys you completely. You’ve got people that depend on you. Your work is slacking off. I caught a couple of basic mistakes. Some you would have never made six months, a year ago. It’s time to end it.”

“Yes it’s going to be hard. You’ll feel real lonely in that big ol’ house of yours. But then based on what you told me you’ve been pretty lonely in there anyway these last couple of weeks. Sure there was a body there but certainly not a companion. Never mind a lover.”

“Maybe you should offer Adele to move in with you. Last time I talked to her she was talking about maybe buying a house. Something with a little garden. You know like I have. Living in that condo apartment is not the best for Amy Lou. That kid needs to get out and be able to run in the safety of a yard, not have depend on her Mom to take her to the park.”

“I don’t think you should be alone tonight. Come home with me. I’ve got a bed in one of the other rooms. I’ll feed you some comfort food, fill you with corn cuckold water and the hangover in the morning will make you think that these last couple of weeks were young’s play.”

It sure made sense to me and that’s what we did. We both got pretty takes and eventually stumred into separate beds.

Barb was right – that hangover was beaut. But I survived and I called Bernie, told him to file and have her served on Saturday morning between eleven and noon at our home.

“Bernie, better have a uniformed deputy serve her with both the divorce and restraining orders. Give her one hour to get her stuff together. She can take all her clothes, jewelry except for her engagement and wedding rings. I want those. Both belonged to my Mom. I want them back. She can take her car. It’s in her name.
I’m OK with her coming back one day to the rest of her stuff as long as there is a deputy on the premises with her. She’ll have to make the appointment through you. I’ll tell you where the key will be because I’m not going to be around."

That brings us back to the beginning of the story.

“Cindy, you may want to put something else on.”

“Why should I? I’m very comfortable like this. Maybe I’ll even drop these and go nude for a change.”

“Suit yourself.” I looked at my watch. “Within the next 15 to 30 minutes, the door bell is going to ring and you will have to answer it. I know that whoever is calling, it’s for you. Not me. That’s why I suggested that put something less revealing on. But suit yourself. I’m sure who ever is going to be at the door won’t mind at all seeing you like this.”

“Why can’t you answer the door?”

“Because it’s not for me and I’m going down to the lake front. Check on some things on the dock. That storm we had a couple of weeks ago might have causes some damage. Now that I have most of the use of my arm again, I might be able to fix it.”

I was sitting on the dock enjoying the late summer sunshine when I heard a car on the gravel drive. Must be the deputy. Well I could watch it all on the tape when it was all over with. I had turned them on earlier before Cindy came down.

Suddenly there was a piercing scream “PETER! You mister of a bitch. I’m going to ******* you.”

I didn’t hear anything more. But about forty five minutes had gone by when I saw Cindy’s BMW go down the drive followed by the police car.

After going back up to the house, I sat in the living room in a total daze. It was done. What I had thought of was the best thing in my life had turned into a disaster and now I was alone. I wasn’t even curious about what went on. I always could watch later. I turned off the inside cameras and went upstairs to change. Figured I try a little running mixed with walking. Kind of ease back into my routine now that the cast was off my arm.

Cindy’s closet was about half empty. What was interesting is the fact that all her slutty stuff was gone. Looks like I’ll have to make some accommodation for her to come back and get the rest of the stuff.

I was just about to walk out the door when my phone rang. It was Adele.

“Hey Peter, how do you feel. Barb told me that you were going to pull the trigger. Did you?”

“Hi Adele, yes I did about an hour or so ago she was served the papers. She is gone. Feels strange.”

“Peter, how would you feel about some company? I think my little girl and I would love to take a swim in that lake of yours.”

“I’d love that, please come over. I’ll be happy to have you. We can throw some steaks on the grill later on for dinner.”

“OK, we’ll see you in about an hour. We will have had our lunch so don’t worry about that. There was something I wanted to talk to you anyway. It’s perfect. We can watch Amy Lou in the water while you and I talk.”

We said good bye and hung up. Well there goes my run but swimming, would be pretty good exercise for my arm. Just had to watch not to overdo, to stress the ribs too much. Things looked a little brighter.

I fixed myself a sandwich and grabbed a beer when the door bell rang. Two cops stood there.

“Yes?”

“Good afternoon Sir. Is Mrs. Wilmister around. We would like to talk to her.”

“Sorry, but she is not. I had her served with divorce papers and a restraining order this morning. She is out of the house and I don’t know where she went.”

They looked at each other.

“Sir, would you mind if we took a look around? See Detective Spencer would really like to have a chat with her and he’s going to get on our case if we don’t bring her in unless we made sure she’s not hiding some place.”

“Go ahead, knock yourselves out. Take notice of the walk-in closet in the big bed room on the right. It’s half empty. You’ll also see several half open empty dresser drawers. But go right ahead.”

I went back to my sandwich and beer as the two of them walked and looked into every room.

“Thank you sir for your cooperation. We’ll be leaving now. You might get a call from the detective. He may have some questions. I understand you’ve been talking to him regarding the assault on you.”

“That will be fine. Tell him to use my cell number, he’s got it. I’ll be outside most of the day. I’ll make sure I have that phone with me.”

With that they left and shortly after that Adele pulled in.

We hugged briefly. It was now OK with Amy Lou as long as she got one too.

“Did the cops pull out of your drive just now?”

“Yes, they were looking for Cindy. The detective handling my case wanted to talk to her. They didn’t say anything beyond that.”

“Uncle Peter, can we go swimming now?”

“Sure thing. I’ll unlock the cottage and you can change in there.”

“No need.” Both of them pulled off their dresses and stood there in matching one piece bathing suits. I have to say I liked the way it looked on Adele. That lady has one fine figure.”

“Why don’t you go down to the water. I’ll be right there. I’ll just put on my trunks and get some towels. Should I bring some sun screen?”

“No, I’ve got some in that bag over there.”

When I got down to the dock, both of them were in the water. Amy Lou had water wings on her arms and was paddling around while Adele swam leisurely back and forth and in front of the dock.

I stuck my foot into the water. It’s something I always do. They must have talked about that because both of them tried their best to splash me.

“Hey you two. I’m gonna get you.”

“Peter Wilmister, you get my hair wet and I’m going to ******* you very slowly.”

“Yeah right”, by that time I was under her and pulled on her legs.

The fight was on.

The three of us had a great time horsing around in the warm water. But soon I had to quit because I was getting worn out. That beating had taken a lot out of me and I needed to build up my endurance slowly.

Adele and I got out of the water and sat on the dock with our feet dangling in the water.

“Peter, do you think we could rope off a section to the side of the dock where it would not interfere with a boat coming in? You know to set boundaries for Amy Lou so she won’t get too far away.
“I don’t see why not. I’ll go to a pool supply place and get lane markers. Ropes with floats and we’ll mark a section off for her.”

“I don’t want you to spend a lot of money. I thought maybe empty plastic bottles would do the job.”

“I don’t take enough milk to get the job done ‘til next spring. No it’s not a problem. I’ll just get the ropes.”

“OK”

There was a fairly long moment of comfortable silence as we watched Amy Lou.

Suddenly she squealed and jumped.

“What’s matter baby?”

Something tried to bite me.

I laughed.

“Amy Lou that was a little fish. He can’t hurt you. He was checking you out. If you stand still like you did, they will do that. If you keep moving, they won’t bother you.”

“I’m getting out.”

She walked to the beach area and started to play in the sand.

“Peter, I’m sure you can look at my portfolio from here, can’t you?”

“Sure, the computer in the office and my lap top are linked to the computer in the city. Why?”

“I would like you to look and see where it would be best to pull out forty or fifty thousand dollars without hurting the overall picture too much or occur early withdrawal penalties. I want to buy a small house. I need something with a small yard for Amy Lou to play in. The condo is fine but I don’t feel like going to the park every day with her.”

“I’m sure we could do that but why don’t you just move in with me. I’ve got this great big empty house. Ten acres of land to roam and play on and water front to top it all off.”

“Peter?”

“I’m serious. I’m going to be lonely out here. Actually much lonelier than I have been the last few weeks.”

Upstairs at the end of the hall way are two rooms that are connected to a bathroom that sits in the middle. Another smaller room with bath is right across from those.”

“You can have those three. Make one a sitting room if you want some alone time or private time with Amy Lou, the others are your bedrooms. They are all empty right now.”

“You are serious aren’t you? You’ve already thought about this. I bet Barb spilled the beans. I’m going to get her for that.”

“I think, she did mention it some time ago. But I had forgotten about it ‘til now. Honest.”

“What about rent, what are you going to charge me?”

“Nothing”

“Peter, I can’t accept that. I’ll have to pay.”

“I’ll make you a deal. We share the cooking and the house work and that will cover you staying here.”

“Peter, I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. Give me a little time.

It started to cool off a bit and we all went back to the house. Well I had made my pitch. Now the ball was in her court. I could just hope that Adele will look at it with favor.

We had dinner and then Adele and Amy Lou went home and I was alone again.

That’s when it hit me hard. Until now it all had been almost surreal. But now reality hit. I filed for divorce. My dream life was gone for good. I was totally alone in this world. Well almost some distant cousin or two that were out there. Never really knew where exactly. But then there were a bunch of good friends. Bernie who will fight any attempt to prolong this thing. Barb with some moral support and advise. Some of my golfing buddies and clients that I could count on once word got out that I was on my way to being single.

Then there was Adele and her little girl for whom I had strong feelings. Just didn’t know if it was because they came into my life at a time where I was in the dumps and they brightened it or because of those memories, that spring so long ago?

Time will tell, especially if they move in with me.

The next day got interesting. First there was a voice mail from Cindy.

“You mister of a bitch. I’m going to nail you. To sic the cops on ME and Karin. How dare you.”

Well ladies, if you didn’t encourage those punks, you have nothing to worry about.

The next call came according to caller ID from AHHolding LLC.

“Peter Wilmister”

“Mr. Wilmister, I’m Patricia Lawmister, Mr. Hirschberg’ permisteral assistant and legal advisor. Mr. Hirschberg would like to meet with you at your earliest convenience. We know about your arm, so we will send a car.”

“I assume it is because of the attack on me by some of his employees?”

“There is no proof that…”

“Sorry interrupt but there is. Also I would be more comfortable meeting at my home. There are certain documents and surveillance videos that I would not want to leave here. I’m sure you can understand. Any time after two PM today or any other day this week will be fine. I require just an hour notice to set things up.”

“Why can’t you bring the stuff to our office we all the latest audio and video equipment available in Mr. Hirschberg’s private office.”

“Because I do not want those things leave my house. My decision is final. Just a word of warning. I most likely will bring a lawsuit against his company and him in the near future. Actually two of them. Also against another employee of his. I can just imagine the reaction of the press once this comes out. Right now they haven’t made the connection between those three punks and his company. Don’t know why, but they haven’t. Trust me it won’t take much to get them to look very hard in that direction. So I think it would be in his interest to come and see me. Let me know once you have a decision.”

“Have a good day Ms. Lawmister.” With that I hung up.

I'm going to take a break at this point. I'm not done with the story but I've got a stuff going on. Some travel with train stuff and some work related which will leave me little time to work on the story.

I should be back sometime after Memorial Day.

Timmy

Relax and have a good time. You have written a very entertaining story. We will eagerly await your return.

Thank you

GH

Timmy,

Enjoy your break but I hope Memorial day isn't months away.

I am in the U.K. and don't know when your Memorial day is so please forgive me, I am really enjoying this story with all of it's twists and turns.

You and G.H. are superb writers.

Thanks Ajax.

Don't worry Ajax, Memorial Day comes at the end of May.

GH

Enjoy your well deserved break and know that we loyal readers will be anxiously awaiting your return.
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Timmy,
Massive effort to have got so far, so well. Great story and I'm glad you are continuing it. I hope your trip goes well and the trains run on time. See you when you are ready.

Thx for all your time and effort to this point Timmy...it is always appreciated

Love your story and can't wait for more, thank you!

GH, Ajax Ms Donna, Bilgam, Peak, Zinc and Sgtk

Thank you all for your kind words. I had a bit of time - so here is another segment