Peter and Cindy

Ten minutes later the phone rang. I got half way through answering when tirade started.

“You smart assed punk, how dare you threaten me. I’m going sue you for defamation of character, not only mine but also your wife’s and another employee who has been harassed by the police.”

At that point he ran out of steam.

“Mr. Hirschberg, I strongly suggest that you calm down, come over here and over a cup of coffee or something stronger and we can talk man to man and see if we can’t resolve your difficulties. Trust me when I say that I have enough to rile up the news media. Mr. Right Wing Law and Order employing illegals who then attack upstanding citizen of the community. I’m sure that someone in your organization has misinformed you about the true circumstances of the case. So like I said earlier, please come and I’ll put all my cards on the table and we can talk.”

It was Patricia Lawmister who spoke next. Obviously she had been on the line.

“Mr. Wilmister will four PM today be OK with you?”

“That will be fine. I’ll have coffee ready or do you prefer tea?”

“Coffee, strong will be just fine Mr. Wilmister.”

I thought I could detect a slight hint of amusement in her voice.

I had compiled some of the surveillance footage, like the AH kissing Cindy in front of our house, when the other clown tried to hit me during the party and the attack by the three of them into one CD which I set up in my lap top that was connected to the big TV in the living room. I also scanned the three passports pages onto the lap top so that they could be projected on the TV. I also set up a tape recorder so that there would be a record of everything being said.

I put out coffee cups, spoons and sugar on a tray. Then went and changed from the shorts and tee shirt I was wearing into khaki pants and an Oxford shirt. I decided that a tie would be over******* at this point. At ten to four, I started the coffee pot going. I was sure that Mr. Hirschberg et al would be on time.

Sure enough a minute to four a big chauffeur driven sedan pulled into my drive. I watched on the monitor in the kitchen. Interesting. The driver opened the door for Ms. Lawmister, rather than for the old man.

I opened the door just about a second before one of them could ring the bell.

“Ms. Lawmister, Mr. Hirschberg, welcome to my home. Please come in. What about your driver?”

“Jerry, your choice sit in the car or out here on the front porch.”

It was Ms Lawmister that asked the question.

“Out here is fine Ms Lawmister. It’s a beautiful day.”

“Jerry, can I get you something? Coffee or some water? Sorry I don’t have sodas and I’m sure your boss would disapprove of a beer right now.”

“Some water would be nice. Thank you sir.”

“Coming right out.”

“Mr. Wilmister, I’ll bring it out to him. Please don’t trouble yourself.”

“That’s quite alright. Also Jerry feel free to wander around. If you follow that walk, it will eventually lead down to the lake there are some chairs on the dock, if you rather sit there.”

“Thank you sir.”

We got Jerry settled while Mr. Hirschberg placed his substantial butt into my chair. I had to quietly chuckle over that. Trying the old power play. That was fine.

“Ms Lawmister, could I trouble you and ask you to bring the tray with cups and coffee into the living room. With one arm it’s still a little difficult. I rather not dump the whole thing.”

“Of course, I should have offered when I saw it on the kitchen table when you gave me the water.”

So I sat in the other chair, close to my lap top and Ms Lawmister after serving coffee sat on the couch. She was a rather stunning lady looking to be in her late forties but most like was in the mid fifty age range.

“Mr. Hirschberg, I hope you don’t mind if I record this meeting. I’ll be happy to provide you with a copy once we have concluded our talks.”

He looked at Ms Lawmister and she nodded.

I pushed the button, stated that Ms Lawmister and Mr. Hirschberg were aware of the recording, the time, date and location of the meeting.

“Mr. Hirschberg, thank you for coming out here. I appreciate that. Once you see what I have, you will most likely understand why I didn’t want to bring it into the city.”

“Why don’t we watch this CD and then talk.”

“That is my wife Cindy whom I think you know and one of the three trainees kissing in front of my home. While Cindy brought this man here and more or less obligate me into allowing him to stay in the guest cottage…”

“Mr. Wilmister, why do you say ‘obligate’?

“Ms Lawmister, my wife did not discuss this with me prior to the man’s arrival other than to say that it would cause her quite a bit of embarrassment and could affect her next performance review if suddenly she withdrew her offer to house this man. That there was no other place for him to go. That all the trainees were staying in private residences. I subsequently found out that two other employees had offered to house that man.”

“My wife wanted that man to stay in my house and I refused. So she arranged to make a guest cottage on the property livable and she spent several nights a week with him there.”

“You may or may not be aware that I have filed for divorce and the one lawsuit I’m considering against your firm is that of ‘alienation of affection’.”

I had paused the video while I explained things.

“Here is the next part. My wife arranged for a party on my property.”

“Excuse me Mr. Wilmister.” Ms Lawmister was on the job. “You keep saying your property. Isn’t it held jointly by you and your wife.”

“No Ma’am, it came into my possession via an inheritance before we got married. So it is my property and mine only. There is no mortgage on it either.”

That got a reaction from Hirschberg in form of a surprised look. He must have assumed that it was mortgaged up to the hilt.

“May I continue?”

“Please go on.” It was the first time that Hirschberg had said anything other than thank you when Ms Lawmister handed him his coffee.

“Anyway, during the party, there was an altercation between the employee staying here and myself. He was groping my wife inappropriately in front of me and to my shame I slugged him and put him on his, pardon me Ms Lawmister, ass.”

She smiled at that and the old man said “good for you”.

I pushed the play button.

“As you can see another of your employees who got upset when he found out what had happened to his friend and he attacked me. Well he did tag me but he also wound up on this ass.”

“Before that incident, I had asked everyone to leave because the party was frankly turning into an orgy and was not going to stand for that. When my request was ignored, I called the local cops and they cleared my property of the unwanted visitors.”

“Is there any way to enhance the video to get clearer pictures of the people at the party?”

“I don’t think so. It’s just too far. My surveillance cameras are set to cover a fifty foot perimeter of the house. But who knows. You can have a copy of this and maybe one of your IT techs can do something. On the other hand, I’m sure my wife will be able to give you a guest list.”

“Now we come to the attack. It is true that I cannot identify the attackers because I was knocked *** from behind but as you can see, the fools take of their ski masks as they salute each other on a job well done. One of them is the man who stayed here and the other is the one who attacked me at the day of the party.”

“Since I got the best of him that time, I didn’t bother to file charges for the earlier attack.”

“So here comes the second law suit that I’m contemplating. You or your firm brought these men into the country and under INS regulations you are responsible for their behavior, especially if they commit some criminal offense. Then there is the fact that one of them, the one that slept with my wife is in this country as an illegal. As a matter of fact working for you was an illegal act.”

“How?...

“Allow me Ms Lawmister.” I pushed a few keys on the computer and on the TV screen appeared the three passport pages showing the visas.

“As you can see, that man – I refuse to use his name under my roof – is currently here under an expired tourist visa which makes working for you an illegal act. Just imagine the field day the media would have with that information.”

“So far neither I nor the cops or the DA have said anything about that to the press. As attorney, Ms Lawmister, I’m sure you can see that the DA has a slam dunk case. All he has to do is show the video to the jury and it’s all over but the fat lady singing. Sure some hot shot defense attorney can try to block it from being admitted. The thing is that the original has been in police custody from day one. A uniformed officer removed it from my recording device. I was laid up in the hospital with a concussion, a broken arm and several broken ribs. No way I could have tampered with it.”

“So what do you want Mr. Wilmister? Why don’t we turn that recording thing off while we talk ‘man to man’ as you had suggested during our phone call.”

The old man came straight to the point.

I turned the recorder off in the full knowledge that the cams in the room would still record all the action and sounds.

“I want you to stop trying to put political pressure on the DA. He’s not going to cave but on the other hand, he doesn’t need the hassle. I also understand that the man’s man is possibly a business associate of yours in South Africa and that he is well connected there. I heard rumors that he’s trying to claim diplomatic immunity for his mister. I strongly suggest that you try to talk him out that idea. Clearly that doesn’t fly with that expired tourist visa in his passport and homeland security takes dim view, so I have been told, to try to retroactively provide a diplomatic passport for him.”

“I would prefer that you do not take any action against my wife. The police are currently looking at her as a possible co-conspirator in this mess but I believe she had no idea of what these three planned. Actually she left town right after the party for a convention in Seattle. The cops are also looking at a Karin, her last name escapes me at the moment. She works in the same area as my wife and it is my understanding that she pushed that guy on her. Not sure if it that is true or not. Now it would not surprise me at all if she was involved in the attack.”

“OK, your wife is safe unless the cops find something. But stop pussyfooting around. You talked about law suits. What will it take to make those go away? Will five hundred K make you forget about the law suits?
I pretended to think about it.

“Mr. Hirschberg, that is pretty low considering what I suffered during the beating. I could have been *******ed. Pretty nearly were and then there is the loss of my wife.”

“I’m thinking more like seven hundred fifty and you pay the taxes on top of that. Should come to around a Mil. Also I want you to promote my wife. I know she’s due for one and then send her to another location in her new job. Get her out of here. Of course, assuming that the cops clear her.”

“On the other hand that Karin something or other should get fired regardless. If not, there may be a law suit for sexual harassment on the horizon. She is Cindy’s immediate supervisor and from what I hear…”

“You drive a hard bargain Mr. Wilmister. Of course there will be ‘no disclosure’ documents and stuff like that.”

He looked at his watch.

“Pat, call Jack in HR. He should still be there. Ask him about the promotion schedule for Mrs. Wilmister. Maybe we can get that out of the way.”

“Hi Jack, Pat Lawmister here. I’m in a meeting with Mr. Hirschberg and has some questions about Cindy Wilmister in International – South Africa to be more specific. Is she due for a promotion?”

“I see, hold on a moment please.”

“Jack says she was but her supervisor put a hold on it. He doesn’t have the details at the moment. He was going to ask about that in the morning. What do you want him to do? Maybe Mr. Wilmister has a point about the sexual…”

Hirschberg waved her off.

“Give me the phone.”

“Jack, Amos here. Cindy Wilmister, is she qualified for a promotion? I see. Do we have a slot open for that? OK. Make it happen but keep it quiet. NO one is to know right now. I will want to talk to her tomorrow. Pat will set that up in the morning. Thanks, go home to your lovely wife and give her hug from me.”

“Looks like, you may be right Mr. Wilmister as Pat said a minute ago. We’ll have to look into that. Any hint of that and Karin will be out.”

“Here is what I have for your wife. Assistant Regional Director for South East Asia. Her boss, a really great guy wants to retire in two or three years. If your wife proves herself, she can be pretty sure to get his job. Is that far enough away from you?”

I just nodded.

“I’ll have a talk with her in the morning. Have a good look at her. Pat make sure I’ll have all her files on my desk. Should have told Jack but I’m sure he’ll pull them all together before going home. I hope your wife will be honest with me about what has been going on.”

He held out his hand. “Do we have a deal Mr. Wilmister?”

“Yes we do as soon as I have that Cashier’s Check and my wife on an airplane to San Francisco. I’ll try to talk to her later on.”

“Now do you want the copies…”

“No need right now.” I’m sure Pat can get copies from the DA. It will be tough on the families of the those three but I have to agree with you. It was an unprovoked attack. I’ll do what I can regarding a reduced sentence followed by immediate deportation. I hope you’ll be OK with that?”

“Yeah, I have no problem as long as they do some jail time and then get out of the country without ever having a chance of coming back. I can live with that.”

“I believe we are done here. Thank you for your time. Pat, why don’t you get Jerry to get car cooled down.”

“Mr. Wilmister, if you don’t mind. I would love to have a quick tour of your property.”

“No problem, glad to. We can go out this way.” I pointed at the patio doors.

“Now that we are done, may I call you Peter?”

“Sure, no problem.”

“Thank you, please call me Amos. I have often wondered about this section of land, mostly wooded from what I could see from the road. See some of my top executives live in that development down the road. I always thought this belonged to the country club.”

“No, my Grand Dad owned most of the land that the country club is on, this lot and the land those two developments are on. He sold first to the Country Club and then when the state built the highway, he sold the land of the other side of this. He kept about ten acres and a good stretch of waterfront. He had plans of turning this into a small B&B resort but gave up when my Granny died of cancer. He followed her shortly after. Lost the will to live. That little cottage over there was the beginning. He had plans and approval for six of them.”

“What are you going to do with this?

“I’m going to keep it. I promised him that I would never sell it. I had hopes to start a family this or the next year but that didn’t work so well. But who knows. I’m still young.”

By that time we had gotten back to his car.

“Peter, thank you for working with me. You know, I would have gone even higher to make this go away.”

I smiled, “I know, but I’m not greedy nor vindictive. It was not your fault that things worked out the way they did. What we agreed on, is just fine.”

We shook hands and he got into the car.

Pat Lawmister offered her hand. Mr. Wilmister, thank you. I hope your arm will be better soon. I’ll send you the paper work for your approval in a couple of days. Should I send them here or your down town office?”

“Here is fine.” I’m working mostly from here thanks to the internet and fax machines.”

She got into the car, Jerry closed the door after her and off they went.

I went inside, poured myself a stiff take and got my thoughts together for phone call to Cindy.

Cindy answered her cell.

“Peter, you rotten mister of…”

I hung up, waited ten minutes and tried again.

Before she could say a thing.

“Cindy, just shut up and listen. If you rant and rave, I’ll hang up. For once use your head and listen. You’re in deep cuckolds brownie. So pay attention.”

“I know about the cops, I didn’t send them. I have no idea what got them interested in you. I hope that you had nothing to do with the attack on me. If you didn’t, you should be OK.”

“Are you alone, can you talk?”

“Yes, I’m in my car in front of a rental office. Looking for an apartment.”

“Cindy, hold off on signing any lease.”

“Why? You dropping the divorce?”

“No I’m not but listen carefully. I had a very interesting conversation with Mr. Amos Hirschberg today. We found out that Karin has been holding up your promotion.”

“What? You’re making that up. You’ve got it in for her.”

“No Cindy I’m not. Does the name Jack, no idea what his last name is, in HR ring a bell?”

“Yes, he’s a VP in charge of HR and all IT.”

“OK, it’s according to him that Karin put a hold on your promotion.”

“That bitch, wait…”

“Don’t you do anything, don’t talk to her about what I told you or will tell you. Clear? Do you understand?”

“Yes, sorry. Go ahead but why are you mixed up in this? Why wouldn’t you jump up and down for joy finding out that your bitch wife is getting hers?”

“Cindy, you are not stupid. You can figure it out. I love you, and part of me will always love you. Sure you put me through hell. That’s why I’m dumping you but that does not mean that I want to make your life miserable. We had some really good years. I won’t forget those.”

“But back to business. Sometime in the morning Pat Lawmister is going to summon you the old man’s office. He is going to give you a job interview. Play it smart like I know you can. Be totally honest with him. Do not try to sugar coat or lie. He’s seen the video of the attack and also the fight at the party. He knows the whole story. If Karin pressured you into things sexually and he asks about it, be honest. I know it’s difficult. You thought she is your friend. She is not. She is a manipulative bitch.”

“Anyway, the interview is for a promotion and transfer out of town. Away from all this mess. If you are straight with the old man and the cops clear you, you can make a new start in San Francisco.”

“Peter, are you serious?”

“Yes I am.”

“I guess I better get a room at least for tonight. If go back to Karin, I might give something away.”

“Cindy, I think that is a very good idea. Once you have your interview and some sort of time frame of moving, maybe get a room in one of those long stay hotels or stay with your Mom.”

“Peter, I know this asking a whole lot but could I maybe stay in the cottage until this is all settled. I promise I stay out of your way.”

“Let me think about it. Call me tomorrow after your interview with the old man. We’ll see after that. OK?”

“Thank you Peter, and for what it’s worth. I’m sorry and I know I screwed up a good thing.”

“Take care. Get a room and stay away from Karin. If you need clothes, you still have a bunch here, you can come by and pick some up.”

“No thanks. I think I’ll just go shopping for an interview outfit.”

We disconnected. Well that went better than I thought.

I felt at peace after that phone call with Cindy. Now it was up to her to make things happen and get a fresh start.

I fixed myself a simple dinner and then checked e-mails and read for a while before going to bed.

It was the first good night’s relax since I had Cindy served. T

Timmy27
I'm not sure if you are wrapping up or just setting up the next twist. Either way your time and effort is appreciated.

Timmy,
I wonder where you are going with this now, but with your track record for jumps, it still could be anywhere. Nice way to pull a few loose ends together.

Did wonder whether the big post fairy truncated the last paragraph though ..

Most excellent, I am greedy so please post more when you can!

Yet another outstanding episode.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Timmy,
Normally, I would just say Bump, but in your case I think Shunt would be more polite...

hi timmy great job

Zinc,SGTK, Ms Donna and Blazerman,

thanks for your kind words and comments.

Peak, thanks for your comments and the shunt.

Tim
Wow great story as always I do so enjoy reading yoru stories. Please continue.

Meijer

Timmy,

I started reading stories with the first being goodhusband's Florida story. I saw your comments to his s Tories and how highly he thought of you so I just read ths story.

I must say congratulations. Excellent story. Whie it could end here, it also could continue, another chapter in Peter's life

Don

Timmy,
I sense you are winding down to an ending but that the fat lady has just a few more notes in her. Peter's decision with Adele, his final goodbye to Cindy as the divorce finalises and she departs to the West Coast. Plus your special cherries on the cake. This story is special, better than Reflections in many ways (I have been re-reading your posting of that elsewhere - its still good), it deserves to have the words THE END posted after your conclusion.

Timmy

I just caught up tonight. This is an engrossing story. Since the beginning I have been eager to read the next chapters. I have mixed feelings about what's happening. That's the mark of a good story. I'm never happy when a marriage ends. While Adele and her little girl add a little sunshine, it's still bittersweet.

I look forward to seeing what comes next. Thank you for creating a complex, interesting story.

GH

Meijer, Racindon, Peak and GH,

thank you for your comments. Greatly appreciated.

One night, Amy Lou was already in bed, Adele and I were sitting on the patio. A fire took the chill of the fall night.

“Peter what are you going to do with that cottage?”

“It brings up bad memories every time I look at it. I’m thinking of having a contractor come and tear it down. I really have no use for it.”

“Peter, maybe I have. What if it created some new memories with it? Happy times?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I’m going for starters home school Amy Lou. As you know I’ve been taking some courses – thank you for babysitting – I’m working on a teacher’s certificate. It really was Julia’s idea. She thinks that a public school would put too much pressure on her, at least at the beginning. She is treating some other youngren that have similar situations.”

“What if I made it our little private school house? No more than five or six kindergarten and first graders. Hearing laughter and youngren singing should take away some of those bad memories or at least push them way back into the dark recesses of your mind.”

She was hopefully looking at me.

“I think it’s a great idea. Yes of course you can use it. Tell me what you need to modify or as equipment and I’ll get it for you.”

“Peter, I love you.” With that, she planted a kiss on my mouth and was gone.

What had just happened. Did she really say it like “I LOVE you” or like “I love you for doing what you are for me and Amy Lou”?

Now what? I was clearly out of my element. Damn women are hard to figure out. What is she expecting. Does she want me to follow her?

Eventually I got up and went to her room. I stood in front of her door. I could hear her slamming things, then the faint sounds of “damn that man and his fuckin’ principles. She whores herself out, now they are separated, less than a couple of months from the divorce being final and he uses his fuckin’ hand when he has ME around. Says it would be breaking his marriage vows. I don’t know if I can last that long. I need him, I need to be in a bed with him. Why, why…?”

I turned around and went back downstairs. Funny thing, later that night, not only Adele but Amy Lou wound up in my bed.

Yes there was one of those really loud and persistent thunderstorms that sometimes happen around the lake. They hadn’t experienced one before.

Suddenly my door burst open and there they were hand in hand, looking scared. Next thing, they were in my bed with covers pulled over their heads telling me to hold them.

So I held them, explained about the weather pattern, the lightning rods on the house and that nothing would happen to them. That we were all safe.

I tried to get them back to their own beds when the storm blew over but they refuses, primarily Amy Lou. So I surrendered, placed Amy Lou between Adele and me and tried to go back to relax.

They both went off quickly while I was there with a hard dick, thinking of that beautiful body I had seen under Adele’s night gown standing in the doorway when the lightning lit up the room.

Eventually I too fell arelax. It was later than normal when I woke up. The bed was empty. It was the smell of coffee that woke me.

The two ladies were in the kitchen fixing breakfast as if nothing had happened that night. There was no mentioning of the storm and life went on.

Following the good Doc’s advice, I tried hard not to become a “man figure” for Amy Lou. When it was bed time for her I found things to do outside so that I would not get roped into reading a bed time story, things like that. It was hard, I had grown to love that little girl but I also understood what Doc viewed as possible dangers for her. Until Adele and I could figure out where we were going with our relationship, it would be better to keep a certain distance.

Finally came the day when my divorce from Cindy became final. There was no drama. The judged asked one more time if that is what we really wanted.

We both answered “yes your honor”. A bang of the gavel and it was all over.

On my way out Cindy came over holding out her hand.

“Peter, I’m truly sorry things worked out this way. I was a fool but maybe in the end it is best for all of us. Thank you for your love and being a friend to the end. I will always be grateful for that.”

I think there was some mist in her eyes, I know there was in mine. We shook hands briefly and then she was out the door.

Her Mom came up to me and hugged me.

“Peter, I’m so sorry things didn’t work out for you two. I know you tried. I want to apologize for my stupid flower. I thought she was smarter than that. Also thank you for caring enough not to get vindictive. You had every reamister to burn her slutty ass.”

She smiled, “you know I don’t mince words. Please Peter, don’t be a stranger. Please come for some Sunday dinners. We won’t talk about Cindy. You and I have a lot things in common and I always loved our discussions over dinner. I would miss them. So please come and do bring your friend. I hope she or some other lady can make you happy. Help you heal. Trust me, not all women are like my stupid flower.”

She hugged me one more time and then was gone.

There I stood on the steps of the court house – alone and free. Now what?

Adele and Amy Lou are at Doc’s for a session. I canceled mine because of the court date. So I went home and started to prepare dinner for the three of us.

Dinner was quiet except for the usual chatter from Amy Lou about all the things that excite a little girl.

I think Adele understood that I needed some space after the day’s events and didn’t come back down after putting Amy Lou to bed. I was at a loss of what to do with myself. Going for a run – my usual outlet was not really an option. It was dark outside and without sidewalks in our neighborhood, running in the dark was not a very good idea. So I did the next best thing and went down to the lake for a swim. The water was getting colder but it was just what I needed. It took more effort to swim in that. The idea was to tire myself out so that hopefully I could relax. All sorts of different thoughts went through my head as I headed out into the lake.

The nightmare is over but now what. Any chance of getting my old life back is gone for good. Can I put my life back together again. Should I try with Adele? The good Doc talked about forgiving Cindy for her betrayal. Not about forgetting, just to forgive her. That doing that would give me some form of closure. Maybe I could do that since I never really had any desire for revenge. It was more of a case of being disappointed in Cindy that she hadn’t been stronger to resist the manipulation by that bitch Karin. Well it looked like that she was getting hers. The cops had finally arrested her for conspiracy. I hope the DA can nail her slutty ass to the wall and get her convicted.

As all these thoughts cruised through my head I realized that I was getting cold and tired. Time to head back before I get into trouble out here.

A hot shower put warms back into my body and I went to bed. That’s when it really hit me. I was alone for good. Sure I had friends, there was Adele and even Cindy’s Mom but that was not the same as being married to the love of your life with visions of growing old together, raising a family on the lovely property. Passing it on to another generation. Maybe a mister or flower who would complete my Grand Dad’s dream of turning this place into a B&B resort.

That’s when I lost it and started to cry.

Eventually, I manage to fall arelax but was awake and up by six. So I went out for a run, trying to get hold of my emotions and start thinking of what I wanted out of my life.

When I got back, Adele and Amy Lou were waiting for me with breakfast. I had a quick shower and joined them. There was not much talk. I don’t know what if anything Adele had said to Amy Lou but that little girl was more subdued than usual and she kept looking at me.

Finally after we were done eating, Amy Lou climbed on my lap and looked into my eyes.

“Uncle Peter, are you sad?”

That shocked both Adele and me.

“I guess a little Amy Lou. Some things have changed and I miss some of that.”

She gave me a hug.

“I know, I sometimes miss things too.”

Adele spoke up. “Amy Lou what do you miss?”

“You know Mommy, when we went to Kerrie’s house and played. It’s very nice here but I miss that.”

“Oh, you never said before.”

“I just thought of it when you asked me.”

“Peter, what Amy Lou is talking about is a play group of five little girls. We got together once a week at different homes for two or three hours. Two of the moms stayed the rest went shopping, the beauty parlor, stuff like that. Maybe I can find something here in the development next to you but the question is how?”

“There is a bulletin board at the club. We can post a notice there. You know play group wanted for three year old girl. Willing to host at times. See if we get any response. I don’t mind if you have some kids over here every so often as long as there is enough supervision so that they don’t get into trouble down by the lake.”

“Why don’t you write it up and we’ll go and have dinner at the club tonight and post it. See what happens. I’m sure there things like that around. Since I don’t have kids, the subject never came up.”
That’s what we did. Word had gotten around some time ago that I was divorcing Cindy and several couples stopped by to see how I was doing and also being curious about Adele and Amy Lou since this was the first time I had taken them there.

Life went on. I had stopped seeing Doc Julia but Adele and Amy Lou still went once a week. It happened after one of those sessions. We had a nice dinner. Played a bit with Amy Lou and then Adele put her to bed. For what ever reamister, she never came back down like she usually does to sit with me, read, talk or watch TV. Not that evening.

Well, I got the surprise of my life when finally went upstairs to go to bed. There was Adele under the covers in my bed.

“It’s about time you got up here buster.”

“Adele! What are doing? There is no thunder and lightning.”

“Maybe not right now, but there will be if you don’t strip, get your butt under the covers with me and ravage me. I have waited long enough. Your divorce is final. Cindy is in San Francisco and you’re moping around like you lost your puppy or something.”

During that speech, Adele flipped open the cover and there she was in all her glory. Those beautiful breasts, slightly compressed because she was on her back. Legs spread lewdly and one hand slowly stroking up and down her pussy.

“Come on – get a move on. I need you to fuck me, really fuck me. Fast and furious. Once we get that out of the way, you can make love to me like you did in the good old days.”

That speech got me over my shock and I did as I was told. I pounded Adele’s pussy hard and fast and came pretty quick. I know she didn’t but I don’t think she minded at that point. There was lots of kissing and fondling after that initial fuck – crude to call it that but that’s just what it was.

Once I had calmed down, I began the slow process of making love just the way I remembered in those days of high school. I don’t remember what time it was that we finally fell arelax in each other’s arms after countless orgasms for Adele and two more for me.

When I woke up she was gone and I wondered for a brief moment if it all had been a dream. That’s when I felt the warms from her body on the sheets and several damp spots. It had not been a dream.

From that point on Adele and I spent every night in my bed. The three of us settled down to a real family live. I was still careful about getting too involved with Amy Lou. I still didn’t read bed time stories to her. We did play games together and I babysat at times when Adele had some errands to run.

Adele never found a play group but she started a pre K school for five kids who were Doc Julia’s patients in the cottage. I sometimes just sat and watched Adele interact with those youngren. It was fun. Slowly the sadness I had felt when the divorce was final and Cindy walked out of my life was going away. I was happy again.

I spent many hours wondering if Adele an I could make it as a married couple. We had both a truck load of baggage but we also had some happy memories back in a simpler time. I got to realize that I did not want her to leave. No, I had to make her and that little girl my family and hopefully add at least another young to the mix if not more. Yes I was in love with Adele. It was getting close to Christmas and it was time to take some action.

I would have loved for Adele to wear my lady’s engagement ring but was not sure if it was the right thing to do since Cindy had worn it. So I went out and got a new one. Maybe after Adele accepts my proposal we can talk about the other ring. Give her a choice.

So the Sunday before Christmas, we sat snuggling in front of the blazing fire place. Amy Lou was sound arelax and I decided that tonight was the night. So I untangled myself from Adele, got down on my knees in front of her, pulled the ring out of my pocket and popped the question.

“Adele, I love you with all my heart, will you please marry me and accept this ring as a token of my commitment to love and cherish you and Amy Lou for the rest of my live.”

I think, I surprised her because it was at least a minute or two before Adele said something.

“Peter, I’m honored but…”

I'm going to take a break for a couple of weeks or so. Got some train stuff to do.

This is becoming my feel good story of summer. Great writing again.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Thanks for all your time and effort Timmy. I really enjoy how you are tying up the loose ends.

Timmy,
I know you are still away, but we can't have this left on the sidings. Shunt.

Timmy

I've been traveling and missed your last installments. I want to thank Peak for calling them to my attention.
They are outstanding.

Thank you

GH

Ms Donna, Zinc and GH,

thank you for your kind words.

Peak, thanks for the shunt. Appreciate it.

So here is a segment and then it's back to the trains.

The emotional roller coaster starts up again.

Thanks, another excellent segment

GH

an absolutely fantastic piece of writing Timmy, like GH I have been travelling and have really enjoyed catching up.

Take care and thank you.

Ajax.

Timmy,
I feel like the fat lady had almost finished singing, then someone just told her there was a hidden extra verse. As ever with all your wrinkles, I have no idea where you are going again. Take care. Amy Lou deserves the best.

Another turn, well done! Thx Timmy

Timmy, so well written and so many interesting twists.....thanks

Nothing like a good twist. I would like to see Adele and the ex-wife have a roll together.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut

Ms Donna, GH, Ajax, Peak, Zink and SGKT,

thank you all for your kind words. I truly appreciate them. It's been hectic but I managed to get segment together.

Thank you all for hanging in there with me.

Adele went back upstairs to get ready while I took care of the breakfast dishes and Amy Lou settled in front of the TV for some youngren’s program.

I was apprehensive as walked up the stairs. I was troured and Adele noticed it as she sat waiting on the bed.

“Are you OK Peter?” I just nodded.

Adele dropped her robe and walked up to me, hugged me tightly while whispering into my ear.

“I love you darling, please don’t ever doubt that. Come lets go take a shower. We both can use a shower. Not sure why Amy Lou hasn’t said anything the way we reek of sex.”

I hesitated.

“Please Peter, forget about your ex and her cuckold stories about hubby preparing the wife for her date. This is not what I want. Many a time, we do this after a hot night of sex. Look at it as ‘after play’.”

I had to smile at that. What could I do? I didn’t resist when Adele pulled down my shorts and started to give me a blow job. It was hard not to push her away at this point because of flash backs from my days with Cindy. The morning BJ before going off with her lovers. I never had told Adele about that or I’m sure that her actions would have been different.

I gently pushed her head away.

“Come, the TV will hold Amy Lou’s attention for only so long.”

“You are right Peter. Let’s go and get clean.”

We washed each other with lots of love, taking special care and paying extra attention to certain areas. We both got off in the process but then got down to business and finished our shower.

After drying each other, I sat and watched as Adele got dressed and ready for her “date”. There was nothing different in what she put on and as usual her makeup was minimal. Very different from the days with Cindy. It was not often that Cindy left from home directly for a date but when she did, it was something special, the way she looked.

“Peter, stop watching me and get dressed. Remember you’re the baby sitter today.”

“Sorry, I just can’t get over how beautiful you are. I just have to watch.”

“Darling, I’m getting fat and ungainly. There is nothing beautiful about me but I do thank you for the ego boosting compliments dear sir.”

We hugged and kissed each other gently before Adele pushed off.

“I better get going. I’ll make sure my phone is on if you have any issues with Amy Lou even though I doubt you will. You are really a great man. She is in a much better place than before you came into our lives. I thank you for that. I’ll be home before dinner.”

Before leaving, she told Amy Lou to practice some reading in the new book and that is what we did for most of the morning since it was raining off and on.

As I was listening to her read, my mind kept playing tricks on my. At one point I saw Adele and Cindy in bed together with one of the black guys now rotting in jail. Then it was just Cindy and the black guy going at it like crazy while both Adele and Julia sat on some chairs cheering them on. Those thoughts faded away and I was OK for a while. But after a while I could clearly see I my mind Adele and Julia in some restaurant. Not sure which one, it didn’t seem familiar. They were sitting next to each other holding hands while waiting for their takes or food. That part wasn’t clear, just the part of holding hands. It was like watching a train wreck. You know it’s going to happen but there is nothing you can do to stop it.

I suddenly awoke from these stupid day dreams when Amy Lou piped up.

“Daddy, you haven’t paid attention and I’m hungry. Can I please have some lunch?”

“Sure Sweetheart, that sounds like a great idea. Let’s make some lunch. Going to help me?”

“In a minute, I want to finish this chapter. OK?”

“Sure.”

I was fixing us lunch when Amy Lou came into the kitchen and hugged my leg.

“Daddy, are you sick? You looked funny when I was reading to you.”

“No Amy Lou, I’m fine now. I was thinking about some problems at work. Sorry for not paying attention to your reading.”

“That’s OK Daddy, I understand.”

I bent down and held my arms open and Amy Lou jumped into them and gave me a big hug. I was still worried about Adele and Julia but in my heart I knew she would come back. That little girl and I had formed a special bond and there was no way that Adele would break that. All I can do is hope that this will not turn into a permanent situation, her and Julia. That once the baby was born and Adele’s hormones settled down, we would go back to what we had before.

It was just before five when Adele called. I got anxious when I saw her cell number pop up in the caller ID. I hesitated picking up because I was afraid. Was she calling to tell me that she would be late, maybe not come home at all ‘til tomorrow. All these thoughts ran through my head. I never realized that the phone had stopped ringing.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when Amy Lou came bouncing around with a phone in her little hand.

“Daddy, Daddy, it’s Mommy. She wants to talk to you.”

I took the phone “hello?”

“Peter, are you alright? I started to worry when no one answered. I was just about to leave a message when Amy Lou picked up the phone. What’s going on?”

“Hi Adele, I’m fine. I think. Just when I saw your number pop up, scary thoughts…”

“Peter, please. No reamister to be worried. I love you. I called to find out if I should bring home some sushi for us for dinner. I’m parked across the street from Yi’s.”

“That would be lovely, yes please do that. Amy Lou and I will clean up and set the table and wait for you.”

“OK, let me go and him started on our dinner. I love you.”

“I love you too.” But the connection was already broken.

After handing me the phone Amy Lou had gone back to her game with her dolls and I was alone with my thoughts.

What would tonight be like? Did I want to hear about her afternoon with Julia? Would this be the one and only time or could I expect more of the same?

I better stop this and concentrate on getting things ready for our dinner. I put some unfiltered Sake into the fridge to get to just the right temperature, got out dinner plates, our Japanese tea set and the special chop sticks carved from Ebony Wood that I had gotten from one of my clients, stuff like that. I really had to concentrate because images of Adele and Julia together in bed kept flashing through my mind. Why was this different? Yes I I had been bothered and jealous when Cindy went off to do whatever she did but I never really thought about what they might be doing, just that was not with me.

This was different. Is it because Adele went back to a former lover, was it the lesbian aspect or was it because I knew Julia and considered her a friend after my sessions with her ended but we stayed in contact, even went dancing every so often? Waves of jealousy and fear alternated in my mind as I tried to complete the tasks I had set myself.

I was wondering, what will be Adele’s attitude when she walks into the door? Should I embrace and kiss her like I always do? Will she back off when I try because she’s just returning from her lover?

I was getting upset while all those competing thoughts ran haywire in my mind. So I stopped doing what I was doing and got myself a take. Something that I hardly ever do. I don’t like to take when I’m alone. It’s OK, even if the other permister is not takeing like tonight, just as long as I have company. Adele will have tea because of the baby while I’ll have some of that nice sake.

Not much I could do right now. I quickly finished my take and in order to distract myself further I went to see Amy Lou and asked her if she wanted to go out into the garden with me and pick some flowers for our table.

So that’s what we did.

It was shortly after we had put the bouquet together that Adele pulled into the garage and came inside.

Amy Lou flew into her Mom’s arms and rattled off all the things she did while Adele was gone. Eventually Adele was able to put her down and she walked over to where I was standing.

There was an attempt at a smile on her face. Suddenly I realized that she was just as worried about this moment as I was and somehow things all over sudden where OK.

It was my turn to open up my arms and Adele immediately stepped into them. There was a kiss, put not one of those patented ”get your tonsils” kind. Just a nice tender one. We held onto each other for a moment. Both in our own thoughts when we were interrupted by Amy Lou.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m hungry. I want some sushi.”

Adele turned to her. “What happened to ‘please, I would like some sushi?’ little girl.”

“Sorry Mommy, please may I have…”

“Sure Sweetie, got sit in your chair. Mommy and Daddy will get the food on the table.”

Dinner was quiet, except for some general conversation and whatever Amy Lou had to say. Most of that, I didn’t hear because all those disturbing thoughts from earlier came rushing back.

Dinner ended and we played a game with Amy Lou before Adele took her up to bed and I cleaned up the kitchen.

I was standing in front of the sink when I felt first Adele’s protruding stomach and then her breasts against my back as she reached around me to hug me towards her.

“Are you OK? Peter, I want you to know that I love you. Words cannot describe how much. I’ll answer any question…”

There is was the eight hundred pound gorilla had entered the room.

Did I want to know? Not really. I turned around inside Adele’s arms.

“Just one question. Will you go again?”

There was a hint of her eyes misting up as Adele looked straight into my eyes.

“Peter, I don’t know for sure but chances are that I will.”

I disengaged myself from her and I could see the hurt in her eyes as I did.

I walked into the living room and sat in my chair. A few minutes later Adele followed and parked herself on my lap.

She grabbed my face pretty powerfully to make sure that I looked at her.

“Now listen Peter Wilmister, listen good. I’m married to you and I love you and I don’t ever aim to stop that. Yes I had a fling this afternoon with Julia and yes chances are that I will again. That doesn’t mean that I’m going to leave you. You are the man of that precious young that is growing inside me. It’s doing crazy things to my hormones and I have certain needs that you can’t fulfill. Please don’t beat yourself up over that. Not your fault. I mean that you can’t meet those. Obviously it’s your fault that I feel that way because you made me fall in love with you way back in high school and again after I moved back here. It is you that put that baby inside me. So ‘man up’ and take some of the blame.”

There was a big smile on Adele’s face after that lecture. Then she got serious again.

“I just want you to know that I too was and still am worried of what this could do to our relationship. I’m praying that you continue to be the understanding loving permister while I deal with this. It’s distressing to me to see you upset. Honest, I wish I could suppress these redy urges. I’ve tried, God have I tried.”

“Do you want to know what Julia said to me when I left there? She said go home to your man and show him that your love for him has never wavered while you were with me. Tell him that I got sick and tired of hearing how wonderful he is.”

“Yes Peter, half the time I was there, I was bragging about how good a lover you are, how you take care of me and Amy Lou. It’s the truth, I did. That’s what makes so frustrating. I didn’t want to go but I also knew that I would make your life and possibly Amy Lou’s a living hell. I know what a shrew I was when I was pregnant with her and didn’t have that outlet.”

I didn’t say anything. I just held Adele as she burst into tears and cried on my shoulder. It took quite a while before she calmed down.

“Peter, I’m tired. Please take me to bed.”

“Do you want to be alone tonight?”

“HELL NO buster! I want you in bed with me. No I don’t want you to make love to me tonight. That is for tomorrow. Tonight, please just hold me. Let me know by holding me that you still love me in spite of my crazy ideas and what I did today. I’m going to talk to Barb in the morning and see if she can take Amy Lou for an overnight stay because I’m going to ******* you with hot sex tomorrow night.”

Timmy

Excellent update,

I think you might want to talk to the television networks about writing a soap opera. It could be called, "As Timmy's World Turns."

All kidding aside I'm loving this and looking forward to more.

Thank you

GH

Excellent work yet again.
Loving Wife, Mother, and Bryan's Slut