Bad Things

I pulled into the parking lot of Bud’s Bar, shut off the engine and then spent five minutes staring at the wall of the building in front of me as the voices in my head fought it out. One voice was saying:

“Go on in there and get shitfaced” and the other voice was saying “You need to remain calm and be cool about this and you can’t do that if you get drunk out of your mind.” “Bullshit!” said the first voice. “Right now you need to blot it out of your mind and the only way you can do that is kill it with alcohol” and the other voice said, “You can’t make rational decisions if you are bombed out of your mind.”

I finally decided that I needed a drink even if I didn’t get drunk and I walked in and took a stool at the end of the bar. Bob, the bartender, came over to me and asked if I wanted my usual (which was a bottle of PBR) and I told him to bring me the beer and two inches of Jim Beam.

“What’s up Ryan? You never drink whiskey.”

“Got to be a first time for everything Bob.”

He left and a minute later came back with the PBR and a shot glass of JB. I knocked back the JB and chased it with the PBR and then told Bob to bring one more shot of the JB. It went down followed by the beer and I told Bob he could take the shot glass away as I was through with the hard stuff. He brought me another PBR and then I sat there taking sips and peeling the labels off the bottles. I don’t even remember when or why I started peeling labels of the bottles, but it had become a habit and I did it without thinking.

They say that bad things happen in threes and I wondered how often all three happened on the same day. The day started out bright and sunny. My wife woke me with a blowjob and then proceeded to try and fuck me to death.

“I need enough to hold me until you get back” is what she told me.

I had a five o’clock flight to Dallas that afternoon and would be gone for three days. It was a very important trip for me. If I could land the Evan’s account it should be enough to get me the promotion to the regional manager’s slot that would open when Chris Mellon retired. The only other person being considered was Marge Walton, but I had more seniority, more experience and a better sales record. Landing Evans should cinch the job for me.

I spent a very productive day at the office and at three I headed for the airport and the first bad thing. I was passing through the intersection of Clairmont and Dexter when a drunk ran the red light and t-boned me on the passenger’s side. I was shaken up, but luckily I wasn’t hurt. The drunk wasn’t as lucky. He didn’t have his seat belt on and the sudden stop caused him to be thrown forward and his head smashed into something, probably the door post and he was bleeding like a stuck pig when the EMTs reached the scene.

By the time the police were through and my car was towed away it was too late to catch my flight. I called John Heinz at Evans and explained what was going on and rescheduled our meeting for late the next day instead of the early morning meeting we were supposed to have.

I called my insurance and let him know that I would be filing a claim, called the airline and arranged for a set on the first flight out the next morning, and then called a cab to take me to the nearest rental car agency. I drove back to the office to fill my boss in on what was happening. It was after five so all the office help would be gone for the day, but Barry (my boss) would still be there. He never left before six.

I expected the lot to be empty except for Barry’s BMW so I was surprised when I got there and saw that Marge’s Mustang was still there. I let myself in the building and headed up the stairs. Before I reached the top of the stairs I knew what I was going to find. I could hear what was going on. It seemed that Marge was a very loud piece of ass.

I moved up quietly and slowly moved to where I could see what was going on. Barry had Marge bent over his desk and was fucking her from behind. Marge’s sweater was pushed up around her neck, her bra was laying on the floor next to her high heeled shod feet and her skirt was bunched up around her waist. Her tits were hanging down and swaying as Barry pounded into her. Marge was a sexy looking bitch and being a bit of a tit man myself I’d always envied her husband being able to play with those 38DDs.

When she moaned, “That’s it baby fuck my ass, fuck it hard” I went instantly iron bar hard. I’d always wanted to try anal, but my wife had always refused me. The combination of those swaying tits and her moaning for Barry to fuck her ass harder made me pull out my cell, put it on video and start recording. I wanted to pull out my dick and stroke it while I watched, but didn’t dare because it might somehow call attention to me. I just stood there as still as I could and watched, listened and recorded the action.

I need to say up front that I was not taping them for use as blackmail material. The only reason I was videotaping the action was so that I could use it when I was alone in my hotel room. I’d never been unfaithful to my wife, but I did sometimes get horny on my trips and I would find some porn to watch or read while I took matters in hand if you catch my drift. I could see where what I was watching would fuel my fantasies for a long time to come.

Barry hissed, “Here it comes slut” and Marge cried “Fill my ass, fill my ass” and I guess Barry did just that.

Then the second bad thing of the day happened. They stopped fucking and started talking.

“If we are going to keep this up you are going to need to get a sofa bed or a couch in here.”

“Why? It is easier to bang your butt when you are standing and leaning over the desk.”

“Maybe for you, but it is uncomfortable for me. What is it with you and my ass anyway?”

“My wife won’t let me have hers and you seem to like it.”

Marge laughed and said, “Bill (her husband) would kick me out of the house if I didn’t let him pound my pooper at least twice a week. While we are on the subject of you fucking my ass when are you going to announce my promotion to regional manager?”

“As soon as I can find some way to handle Ryan. I can’t afford to lose him.”

“Just tell him the truth. That I’ve got a pussy and a tight ass and he doesn’t. You promised me the job if I would put out for you and I’m holding you to it. Give him a raise and tell him I’ll sweeten the pot by giving him some of my tight ass too.”

Barry laughed and said, “Mr. Straight Arrow? You would stand a better chance of winning the lottery that getting him to cheat on his wife.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that. I’ve seen the way looks at my girls. I’d bet money that he would like to get up close and personal with them.”

“Don’t be stupid Marge. You can hide us from Bill, but you would be taking a hell of a chance taking on another lover.”

“Not a problem sweetie; as long as we keep it here in the building and don’t start using motels or hotels he’ll never find out.”

I’d seen and heard enough and I very silently got out of the building, got in my car and headed for home and the third bad thing.

I hadn’t even thought about calling home and letting the wife know of the change in plans. I just assumed that she would be at home watching television or curled up on the couch reading a book so imagine my surprise when I turned onto our street just in time to see her get in a car that I didn’t recognize. She slid over, kissed the driver and then moved back over to the passenger side of the seat.

The car pulled away and I followed along behind. I didn’t bother to stay way back since I was in a rental and I doubted that she would be looking over the seat to see what was behind her. I followed them to the Texas Roadhouse and watched them park in the lot. I was surprised when they got out of the car. The guy was Mark Houser and he had been the wife’s steady boyfriend all the way through high school and college. They broke up just before graduation and I never heard the reason why. I heard that he left town to go to some college back east to get an MBA. Wharton I think it was. Word was that he found a job with some big outfit on the east coast. That had been about twelve years ago.

They walked, holding hands, into the Roadhouse. That and the kiss I’d seen when she got in the car added to the fact that I was supposed to be in Dallas told me how the evening was going to end for them. I debated going in here and confronting them, but public scenes were not my thing so I just muttered “Fuck it” to myself and headed for my favorite watering hole.

As I worked on my PBR I went over the happenings of the day and what they meant as far as my life was concerned. My marriage was toast. Didn’t matter to me if that night was just a “one off’ as our British cousins would say or the start of an affair. For all I knew it was the continuing of an affair since I had no idea of how long Houser had been back. It could be their hundredth meeting for all I knew. All I knew for sure was that the wife and I were through.

She damned sure knew my mind set when it came to infidelity. My mother had destroyed our family when she cheated on my dad and I had watched my brother and sister both go through divorces because of cheating. My stance, and the wife knew it well, was if you were going to look for someone else to play with at least have the decency to end the marriage first. If you didn’t do that then in my mind you were a worthless cheater and as far as I was concerned no one in their right mind would stay with a cheater.

The accident wasn’t going to be a problem. I would get a brand new car out of it. The drunk driver was driving a company van and between my insurance and the drunk’s company I’d get enough to get a new vehicle instead of something of “comparative value’ which is what my insurance would cover. I wouldn’t be an asshole and sue for a bunch of money. At least I wouldn’t if they did right by me. All I would ask for was that they make up the difference between what my insurance would give me and the cost of the new vehicle. And I wouldn’t be doing a major upgrade like replacing a Ford Escort with a new BMW. All I was going to do was replace my three year old Silverado with a new one.

Of course I would let them know that they had a choice. They could cover the difference or they could say screw off and I’d get an attorney and sue them for everything I could get. I think it would be a good bet that they would take the easy way out. It would cost them more in attorney’s fees to fight my suit that it would cost to give me what I initially asked for.

The job situation was going to be the major problem. I liked my job and until I saw what I had seen I liked my boss and the people I worked with. But that was then. Now both Barry and Marge were cheaters in my eyes and I’ve already put down what my feelings are where that is concerned. Even if Barry hadn’t been married he would still be a cheating asshole for fucking another man’s wife. Barry did say that he couldn’t afford to lose me, but could I continue working for him and working with Marge after they had fucked over me?

My first impulse when I got in my care was driving over to Barry’s and showing his wife the video and then going over to Marge’s and letting her husband see it, but then I decided not to do anything in the heat of the moment. Maybe wait and see what he offered me when he gave Marge the promotion. Of course I could just show Barry the video and tell him the promotion goes to me or the video goes to his wife. I couldn’t see where doing that would be good for me. Working with Barry and Marge after doing something like that wouldn’t be a pleasant experience. I’d be better off just quitting and finding another job.

I finished my PBR and told Bob no when he asked if I wanted another and then I got up and went out to my car. Once in the car I had a decision to make. Go home or check into a motel? I decided to go home. Might as well get the confrontation over with.

I wasn’t surprised when I got home and found that the wife wasn’t there. I always called home as soon as I checked into the hotel when I travelled so I called her. We gave up the landline when we switched to cell phones so I took out my phone and hit the speed dial for Brooke’s phone. She answered on the third ring and said, “High baby. I’ve been waiting for your call.”

“Hi yourself. Where are you?”

“I’m home.”

“Where at home?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Humor me my love. Where in the house are you?”

“I’m in the basement putting a load of laundry into the washer.”

“Hang on for just a minute” I said and put my phone down. I did a slow count to thirty and then picked up my phone and said:

“Nope. You aren’t in the basement. I just looked.”

Silence from the other end for a couple of seconds and then a “Where are you?”

“Home of course. How else could I check the basement and see that you aren’t there? I guess my next question should be are you in a hotel or motel room with Houser or has he moved back and has a house or an apartment here?”

There was silence and then I said, “Guess it doesn’t really matter. House, apartment, hotel or motel room the end result is all the same right?”

I disconnected and turned my phone off. I undressed, took a shower, set the alarm for five and went to bed. Maybe five minute after I pulled the covers up I heard Brooke come in the front door. I wondered what she thought about the strange car parked out front. It took her a couple of minutes to go through the first floor and basement looking for me. Eventually her search brought her upstairs and to the bedroom. I pretended to be asleep and she must have decided to let me sleep and have me awake and clearheaded in the morning when she tried to run whatever story she had come up with on me. I heard her undress and then she got in bed, moved over and snuggled up to me and I heard her whisper “I love you” and then I faded off to sleepy-land.

I woke up at five to six and as quietly as I could I got up and turned off the alarm before it could wake Brooke. She was a sound sleeper and usually wouldn’t wake up until seven. She didn’t need to be to work until nine and I wanted to be gone before she woke up. I was dressed and headed for the door when I heard, “Ryan?” I turned to see Brooke coming down the stairs.

“Where are you going?”

“To Dallas. I’ve got a plane to catch.”

“Ryan? Please baby; we have to talk.”

“Indeed we do” I said. “See you in three or four days.”

As I backed down the drive I saw Brooke standing on the porch watching me leave. I wasn’t a block away from the house before my phone started ringing. I shut he phone off and didn’t turn it back on until I was in Dallas. When I turned it back on I found eleven missed messages and three voicemails all from Brooke. I deleted them all without listening to them and turned the phone off and left it off from the entire time I was in Dallas.

It only took me two days to hammer out an agreement and nail down the Evans account and I turned on the phone to call Barry and give him the good news and discovered the phone was full of missed messages and voicemails, again all from Brooke, and I deleted them without listening to them. Barry was happy to hear that we had Evans on board, but didn’t seem too happy when I told him that since I had done it in two days instead of the allocated three that I was going to take the third day off to take care of some personal business.

My first stop when I got home was my insurance agent’s office. As I had expected he had a check for the replacement value of a three year old truck. I swung by the credit union and deposited the check and then headed for the local Chevy dealer where I dickered with them over the price of a new Silverado ¾ ton long bed with four wheel drive. We arrived at a price and I wrote them a check for a deposit and got the paperwork started.

Next stop was Comstock Manufacturing. I had to talk to three people before getting to see the VP of Operations. I explained the situation to him, told him the price of my new truck, told him what my insurance had given me and then told him that I expected Comstock to pick up the difference. He laughed at me and told me that I must be smoking dope if I thought I would get any money from them. The man came across as an arrogant asshole and I took an instant dislike to him.

“I’m not going to sit here and argue with you on this” I said to him. “The facts of the matter are that your employee was drunk when he ran a red light while driving a company truck on company time and in doing so hit and totaled my truck. Best you call your legal people and talk it over with them before making a decision not to pay. Your choice is to write me a check for nine thousand forty-two dollars and be done with it or I will hire an attorney and sue you for damages.”

“I will win and you will end up paying a hell of a lot more than the difference between what my insurance company gave me and the cost of new truck. You will end up paying all court costs, my attorney’s fees plus whatever the judge or jury decided to award me. I will give you until noon Monday to make your choice. I either get a check from you or I will see an attorney and file suit. Noon Monday!”

I got up and left his office.

From Comstock I went to see my cousin Lou. Lou was my attorney and I ran everything by him and he told me he would get a copy of the police report and be ready to move on Comstock if I gave the word. Lou didn’t do divorces so I didn’t bring up my situation with Brooke, but I would ask him for a recommendation when I was ready.

I was getting ready to pull out of the parking lot at Lou’s when my phone rang. I didn’t look at it figuring that it was probably the wife trying to reach me for the zillionth time since I left for Dallas, but then had the thought that it could be Barry. I looked at the screen and saw that it was a number that I didn’t recognize. I took the call and it turned out to be from Comstock. The man I talked to asked me to come in, sign a release and pick up a check. He asked me for the amount I needed and just because I was pissed at the arrogant asshole that I first talked to I jacked up the amount an extra five hundred for spite and he told me who to ask for when I reached the reception desk. I went back into Lou’s office and told him he could drop the matter.

I drove back to Comstock and met with the man who had called me, signed the release, took the check and then made my second visit of the day to the credit union. I deposited the check, went back to the Chevy dealer, wrote them a check to pay off the truck and then made arrangements to pick it up the next day.

I decided to go into the office and drop off all of the paperwork on the Evans deal and on the way I thought about what my options were as far as my job was concerned. It boiled down to two choices. Stay or go. If I left I was pretty sure that I wouldn’t have any problem in finding a new job. I knew for a fact that a couple of our competitors would like to have me and I also knew that if I wanted to be an asshole about it I could hurt Barry pretty bad because I also knew that if I left I could take several of my accounts with me.

I could stay, but could I work with Barry and Marge? There would be resentment over what the two had done to me and the question was could I suppress it or hide if I stayed? I didn’t honestly know if I could or not. I made good money and I had great benefits. Did I really want to give them up and start over someplace else just because I got fucked over? I could get back to where I was now in terms of compensation, but it would probably take a couple of years. Barry had told Marge that he couldn’t afford to lose me and I had to wonder what he had in mind to do to keep me around after giving the promotion to Marge. I decided to adopt a wait and see attitude.

When I got to the office I handed the Evan’s paperwork to Jillian (the office manager) and was headed for the door when Barry saw me and asked me to join him in his office. He told Stella (his secretary) to see that we weren’t disturbed and he locked his office door. I sat down in the chair across the desk from him.

“Good work on the Evans deal Ryan.” I just sat there, said nothing and gave him a small smile. He gave me a nervous grin, looked like he was having a hard time figuring out what to say and then said:

“I’ve got a problem Ryan; a major problem and I’m at my wits end trying to come up with a solution to it. It is about picking a replacement for Chris. You have more that earned the promotion. You have worked hard for us and you deserve the promotion, but I can’t give it to you. My problem is how do I go about keeping you after disappointing you in not giving you the promotion?”

I already knew I wasn’t going to get the promotion and why, but Barry didn’t know that and I decided to jerk his chain.

“If, as you say, I deserve it why am I not getting it?”

He looked down at his desk for several seconds and then he sighed, looked up at me and said, “Because I got stupid and let myself get into a situation where I let the little head start making the decisions that the big head should have been making.”

Even though I understood what he was saying I still asked, “Would you like to clarify that for me?”

He hesitated a bit and then he said, “I know you are going to be severally pissed at me for this, and rightly so, but I’m still going to ask that what I say stays between the two of us and doesn’t leave this office” and then without me saying a word he went on.

“You know how Marge flirts with men?” I nodded a yes and he said, “I thought that all it was was flirting. I mean she was married and at every company picnic, Christmas party and other company social gatherings she and her husband seemed to be totally into each other. Since I assumed that all she was doing was some innocent flirting I flirted back and sometimes the flirting got a little risqué. It happened about a month ago and you were there. It was we all stopped after work for drinks at the Alhambra Lounge. Remember?”

I nodded a yes and he continued.

“There was a live band there that night and Marge and I were dancing and she was her usual flirty self. She said something and I can’t even remember what it was, but I responded that if she wasn’t married I would have her out in the parking lot and on the backseat of my car in a heartbeat. She looked me right in the eye and asked what marriage had to do with it and then asked me if my backseat was big enough. Mind you I was still thinking we were kidding around and so I said that if it wasn’t we could always get a hotel room.

“She smiled at me and then asked why we were wasting time dancing. She told me to give her a couple of minute’s head start so we wouldn’t be seen leaving together and then she’d meet me in the parking lot. I walked her back to the table and she got her purse, said goodbye to everyone and left. I finished my drink and then since it was time for me to leave anyway I got up and left. I honestly did not expect Marge to be waiting for me so I was stunned to find her there.

“She told me that she had looked at my backseat and that it just wouldn’t do so we would have to get a room somewhere. I could tell from the look on her face and the tone of her voice that she was serious. There wasn’t any sign of flirting. You know how sexy Marge is. I’ve seen the ay that you look at her tits and I’ve seen her tease the hell out of you by leaning forward when putting papers on your desk so you could look down her top. I’ve even seen you lick yours lips when looking down into her cleavage.

“For reasons I’m not going to get into Alice (his wife) and I have not had a sexual relationship in almost two years. I haven’t been laid in those two years and there was sexy Marge offering herself to me so when she said we would need to get a room I told her to lead the way and I’d be right behind her. She drove to the Coral Gables Motel, I got us a room and we went at it. She was damned near insatiable. We made it twice and she got me hard for a third time and then she said I could have her ass if I gave her the promotion. I’d never done anal, not even when Alice and I were having sex, and I’d always wanted to try it. I don’t know if you can understand it or not, but like I mentioned by then my little head was doing all my thinking. I told her she had it and then I had her ass. When I was rung out and couldn’t get it up any more we left the motel.

“As I drove home I started feeling guilty. Not for cheating on Alice because she had cut me off years ago, but I felt guilty for stabbing Marge’s husband in the back. Next day at work she could see I was having second thoughts about what we had done and she reminded me of the fact that I had promised her the promotion if she let me have her ass and told me she was going to hold me to it. Then she told me that I could have all of what she had to offer any time I wanted it as long as I kept my promise. I told her how guilty I felt stabbing her husband in the back and she laughed and told me I wasn’t stabbing her husband in the back; I was helping her get even with him. He had been cheating on her and she had a private investigator’s report to prove it. She even let me read it.

“So there I was. No sex life with Alice or as much as I could handle from a sexpot like Marge. And it wasn’t like Marge couldn’t do the job because I know she can and if you’re honest about it you know she is qualified.”

I was honest with myself. Marge could do the job and I could see part of Barry’s problem. I could see how a sex bomb like Marge could cause a man who was used to a sex life and who had gone without sex for a couple of years to take her up on her offer.

“So my problem is how do I keep you when I promote Marge?”

I thought about it. Hearing the circumstances did alter my stance on the two of them being cheaters. I mean they were still cheaters as far as their respective spouses were concerned, but I could see why they ended up doing what they were doing and given that I could see that I would be able to work with them without it being a problem for me. I decided to cut Barry some slack.

“How about this” I said. “Give me a raise and pay me what you would have if I’d have gotten the promotion. I don’t want the perks that go with the job; no company car or company credit card for the gas and maintenance of it, just the pay raise. That is what Marge suggested right?

He got a stunned look on his face and I smiled and said, “But I’ll pass on Marge’s offer to sweeten the pot.”

I laughed at the expression on his face and then told him how I had found out about him and Marge. I didn’t tell him about the video I had; that was going to remain my secret.

“And yes I would really really like to get up close and personal with her girls, but as much as I’d like to I’ll have to take a pass. At least as long as I’m still married.”

Barry finally managed to get over the shock that I was aware of what was going on and told me that he would cut the paperwork right away and the raise would be on my next paycheck. Then he got what I can only call a wicked grin on his face, told me to give him a minute and left the office. Three minutes later he was back and he had Marge with him. He locked the office door. Marge smiled at me, took off her blouse, unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the floor. I stared at her magnificent tits and I know I licked my lips as my cock went instantly hard. She walked over to me, grabbed my head and rubbed her tits all over my face.

“Consider that a signing bonus and I meant what I said about sweetening the pot if you ever decide you want to give it a try” she said as she picked up her blouse and bra and put them back on. “I’d better get out of here before things get too hot to handle” and she unlocked the door and left. I stood, shook Barry’s hand and then I headed home to get ready for the confrontation with my wife.

She wasn’t at the house when I got there, but then I didn’t expect her to be. She didn’t get off work until five and usually wouldn’t get home until five-thirty or so. The question in my mind was would she come home or not. She thought I was out of town and would be gone at least three days and she wouldn’t expect me to be home until the next day or possibly the day after. Would she be doing something with Houser since as far as she knew I was still in Dallas? And if she did would she do it here at the house? If she did she would be in for a shock. I’d parked my rental around the corner so she wouldn’t know I was home.

The question was answered at five forty-five when she walked in with Houser right behind her. What surprised me was that when she saw me there was no shock on her face; no look that screamed out “Oh shit! I am so fucked!” Instead of being upset at my seeing her with the man that I assumed was her lover she said:

“Good. You’re home and we can get things straightened out.”

Mark stepped forward and offered me his hand to shake as he said “Hey Ryan; long time no see.”

I ignored his hand and said “Straighten what out pray tell?”

“That what you are thinking is way out of bounds.”

“And just what is it that you are thinking that I am thinking?”

“You are thinking that I am cheating on you with Mark. I can’t believe that you would think that of me.”

“And just why wouldn’t I? I miss my flight and get home just in time to see you climb into a car with him and kiss him and then follow you to a restaurant where I watch you walk into it holding hands. Why wouldn’t I think that something was going on? And then when I called you and asked you were you were you lied to me and told me you were in the basement doing laundry. So tell me Brooke; just why wouldn’t I think what I’m thinking?”

“You saw all that and you spent the last three days with that in your head? All I can say is that if you suffered any it is your own damned fault. If you had gotten out of your truck and followed us in you would have seen us join Sally, Joan, Harry, Walt and Mark’s wife Carol. That’s all it was Ryan. A get together of old friends to be introduced to Mark’s wife. To give her an introduction to some of Mark’s old friends to give her someone to know in a town she has never been to in her life.

“You said you saw me kiss Mark so tell me, was it a kiss of passion or just a peck on the cheek like you’ve seen me give to our friends ever since you and I have been together? And so what if I held his hand walking into the restaurant. It meant nothing. I was nervous going in to meet his wife. What was she going to think of me? The woman her husband used to be sweet on? All his holding my hand was his trying to assure me that things were going to be fine.”

“I do have to give you some credit. Being able to come up with a story like that on a moment’s notice? I’m not supposed to be here until tomorrow and you come strutting in here with your boyfriend, see me and instantly come up with a story like that? I’m impressed.”

“Oh grow the fuck up Ryan. Stop jumping to conclusions like a fifteen year old. I called Barry to see when you would be back and he told me that you already were so I called Mark and asked him to come over and give me a hand in setting you straight.”

“I can hardly wait for you to explain the lie. If it was all as innocent as you would like me to believe why couldn’t you have just told me what was going on? Why the need to lie?”

Brooke sighed, looked down at the floor and said “I had a brain fart. All I can do is plead temporary insanity. You knew about my relationship with Mark before we got together. I panicked. You in Dallas and me here with Mark? If you knew I was with him I just knew what you would think.” Then she gave a little snort and said “I wasn’t wrong about that was I. I didn’t even think about Sally and the others; all I could think about was what you would think if you knew I was with Mark so I lied. Then you dropped the bomb on me and then hung up before I could explain and tell you to come on down and join us.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“Why not? It’s the truth.”

I looked at Houser and he just shrugged and said “That’s the way it was Ryan.”

Just then the doorbell rang. I said that I would get it and I walked out of the room leaving Mark and Brooke alone. They could use the time to polish their story a bit. I opened the door to find a live walking wet dream standing there. Blond, blue eyed, very well built and with the face of an angel.

“Hi” she said. “Am I at the right address? Is this Brooke’s house?”

“It is.”

“I’m Carol. I’m sorry I’m late, but I’m not really familiar with this town and I made a couple of wrong turns.”

I stepped out of the ay and let her walk in. “We are in the living room” I said and then led the way. She walked into the room and right up to Houser and laid a kiss on him that should have had steam coming out of his ears.

“Sorry I’m late sugar, but I got lost.”

“You’re here now and that’s all that counts. Carol this is Brooke’s husband Ryan. Ryan; meet my wife Carol.”

She shook my hand and said “Glad to meet you. Sorry you couldn’t make it the other night.”

I looked at the two of them beaming at each other the way Brooke and I did when we first got married and then I glanced over at Brooke and the look on her face flat told me “You are in deep shit now Ryan. You are going to pay for all the bad thoughts you have had about me these last three days and the things you’ve said tonight.”

I guess bad things don’t come in threes. They come in fours.