Getting Away From It All Pt 1

GETTING AWAY FROM IT ALL Pt 1 By Just Plain Bob I was in the hanger cleaning the spray nozzles on the Ag-Cat when Sue called out to me that I had a phone call. That was odd because the only one who would normally call me at that number was Sue and she was there. I cleaned my hands with a rag and went into the trailer, picked up the phone and said, "Hello?" When I heard the voice on the other end I sighed. It was inevitable that she would find me, but I had hoped that it would be another twenty or thirty years before it happened. "What do you want Sheila?" It started fourteen years ago when Sheila and I were seniors at Eastern Michigan University. I'd seen her around campus a time or two, but we didn't know each other. It was just after seven in the evening and my Managerial Economics class had just let out and I was on my way to my car. As I was crossing the parking lot I heard a female voice loudly saying: "No, God damn it, I said no!" I looked to my left and saw that some guy had a girl pinned against a car and she was trying to get loose. "No!" she cried. "Teasing bitch" the guy said. "Let go of me. I said no damn you, no!" I walked up to them and said, "I think that she wants you to leave her alone." "Fuck off asshole." "Let go of her." "I told you to get lost fuckface." "I don't think so" I said as I grabbed his shoulder. He turned toward me and cocked his fist and I kneed him in the balls. He doubled up and I kicked him in the ribs. No Marquis of Queensberry rules for me. I was from the 16th street "get em down and keep em down" school. He hit the ground and I kicked him a couple of more times and then told the girl that I would keep an eye on him until she was in her car and gone. She looked at me, down at him and then back up at me and then without a word she ran for her car, got in it and peeled out of the parking lot. I looked down at the guy on the ground and said: "Some times no really means no dude. You should remember that" and then I left him there and went on home. The next morning when I got out of my nine o'clock I found the girl standing in the hall. She walked up to me and said: "Hi. I'm Sheila and I wanted to thank you for what you did last night. I'm sorry that I just ran off like I did, but I was pretty shook up and not thinking clearly. So thank you, thank you very much." I asked her to have coffee with me and we got to know each other over coffee and a Danish. I found out that the guy she was having trouble with was a boyfriend that she had broken up with and who wasn't taking it too well. I found out that she was Marketing major and intended to go into advertising when she graduated. She was the youngest of four kids and the first in her family to attend college. It turned out that I knew her father, not well, but I knew who he was. He was a mechanic at the Ford dealership in Maybe and he had worked on my F-150 a couple of times before I moved from Maybe to Belleville. Then she wanted to know where in Belleville since she was looking at some apartments there. We killed almost an hour chatting and then she glanced at her watch and said she had a class to get to, but she seemed hesitant to get up so I took the hint and asked her for a date. She smiled and said she would like that and she gave me her phone number and told me that she would be home after six. I called, we had a fun date and that started a relationship that culminated in marriage eleven months later. We both agreed early on that we were too career driven to want children so I had a vasectomy. Over the next ten years we both worked hard at attaining success in our chosen fields. One of the things that we promised ourselves was that regardless of work loads and other job distractions we would never let them interfere with our love life and our passion for each other. We made love on the average of three times a week and usually more than once. We had a pretty good marriage or at least I thought we did when I compared it to other couples that we knew. Not to say that we didn't have our ups and downs because we did, but we always managed to work through our problems. All in all I was pretty satisfied with my life. Right up until the day that I found out my wife was a cheating slut. I had been visiting a client and when we finished our business I decided to swing by the house since I had to go right by it to get back to the office. I thought I'd make myself a sandwich and save myself a trip to the deli that was just across the street from where I worked. My wife's car was in the driveway when I got there and that surprised me. I doubted that she drove home for lunch since it would have been an hour's drive for her round trip. Maybe she wasn't feeling well and had come home sick. Thinking that might be the case and she might be in bed sleeping I was quiet when I entered the house. For a brief second I was sure that was indeed the case as I noticed a trail of clothes on the floor leading to the stairs. Then I noticed that some of the clothes in that trail were men's clothes. There was a pair of trousers at the bottom of the stairs and I picked them up and took the wallet out of the back pocket. According to the drivers license the pants belonged to Ronald Dawson. I knew who he was. I'd met him at Sheila's office Christmas party. My first inclination was to charge up the stairs, go into our bedroom and kick some ass and that is what I started to do. I was about half way up the stairs before a voice in the back of my head said: "Whoa up here hoss; let's think on this a bit." My marriage was over - that much was a given. I would get some temporary satisfaction out of the havoc I would wreak in the bedroom, but the cold hard facts were that I would get hosed in the divorce that followed. I'd seen it happen to too many of my friends. I wanted a touch of revenge that would last a bit. I went back downstairs and went into the home office we had set up and got the cassette recorder out of the desk. I went up the steps as quietly as I could and moved down the hallway to the bedroom. I stopped just short of the bedroom door, turned on the recorder and set it down right at the edge of the doorway where it would hopefully tape what was taking place on what used to be my bed. As I was doing that I heard the "slap, slap, slap" of flesh meeting flesh and the grunts and groans of two people fucking. I heard the sounds that Sheila makes when she is having an orgasm and seconds later I heard Dawson say: "I don't think I'll ever get tired of fucking you" and Sheila reply "I don't think I'll ever get tired of letting you." I went back down the steps with a plan forming in my mind. I went back into our home office and went into the file cabinet where Sheila kept her accounts. One of Sheila's good friends had gone through a divorce and when the dust cleared Julie found out that she had no credit. All the credit was in her husband's name and Julie had a hell of a time getting a credit card. The same thing happened with another girl that Sheila knew when her husband died of a heart attack. Ashley also found out that she had no credit. Sheila decided that wasn't ever going to happen to her so she had three credit cards in her name only. Like every one who has credit cards she was always receiving "courtesy checks" that she could use to transfer balances from "those high interest accounts" or get ready cash for whatever reason. I ran the ones I got through the shredder, but Sheila kept them until the expiration date on them because "you just never knew what might happen." She kept those checks in her file drawer with her monthly statements. I wrote down the balances on those three accounts and the "cash available" amounts and then I took one of the courtesy checks for each account. I went back to Dawson's trousers, got out his billfold and took all of his credit cards and the money clip from his front pocket. I went back up the stairs and retrieved the tape recorder and left the house. As I headed for my office I played the tape in the recorder. The recorder had picked up Dawson saying that he didn't think he would ever get enough of fucking Sheila and her reply. The she said: You can get your fill today. Mike goes to the gym after work every Monday, Wednesday and Friday so he won't be home tonight until nine. You can stay until 7:30. "Why not until 8:30?" "Because I need to change the sheets, shower and douche so I can be clean and sweet smiling if Mike wants me tonight." "Why bother? I'll stay until 8:30 and if he wants to play when he gets home you can tell him you are too tired or that you have a headache and that you will take care of him tomorrow." "Doesn't work that way. Mike is my hubby and he gets me whenever he wants me. Now, are you going to argue with me and waste time or would you like me to get you ready to go again." I looked at my watch and saw that it was 12:05. If Dawson stayed until 7:30 that would give me almost seven hours to do what I was going to do. "Damn lady, I love your mouth as much as I love your pussy." I heard the sounds of something being sucked and Dawson saying, "Oh yes baby, oh hell yes" as I pulled into the tire store that was down the street from my office. I had them put four new tires on the truck, do an oil change, a transmission and radiator flush and I paid for it with one of Dawson's credit cards. There was one good thing that would come out of Sheila's cheating on me. I had been dissatisfied with my job for quite some time and I had been flirting with the idea of quitting for a couple of months. Catching Sheila made it easy for me and when I got back to the office I resigned effective immediately. My paychecks were direct deposit into my credit union account so I didn't have to worry about that. I got the few things that I wanted to keep out of my office and went back to get my pick up. I had two checking accounts - one joint account with Sheila and one in my name only at the credit union. I hit the bank and cleaned out the joint checking and savings account. I cleaned out the safe deposit box and cashed in the two CDs that were in it and took all the jewelry that Sheila kept in the box to a pawn shop and got $600 for it. That should piss Sheila off since it had been appraised for insurance purposes at $9600. Next stop was the credit union where I deposited the courtesy checks that I had written against the "cash available" balances that her last monthly statements said she had on her credit cards. My next stop was the Wal-Mart Super Center and I bought sleeping bags, air mattresses, propane, Coleman propane lanterns and a Coleman propane camp stove and a couple of large picnic coolers. I stocked up on groceries and then I headed over to Bishop's Toppers and bought a camper shell for the truck. All of it paid for with Dawson's credit cards. Knowing that in 99 times out of 100 clerks don't compare the signatures on the receipts against the signature on the cards I signed my own name to the slips. I figured that if I ended up in court I could say that he loaned me the cards and when I failed to pay him back in a timely manner he got pissed and turned me into the cops. My defense would be: "Hey! If I was stealing would I have signed my own name?" Weak maybe, but I thought I could sell it to a jury. Next I hit a gun store and bought a .22 carbine, a Wingmaster 12 gauge shotgun and a Remington 700 rifle. I paid for them with one of Dawson's cards and then I took them to a pawn shop and got what I could for them. I hit another gun store and bought the same items and found another pawn shop. I kept at it until Dawson's cards were declined and then I tossed them into a trash can and went and checked into a motel. It was about 10:30 when my cell phone started chirping. The display said that it was Sheila. I didn't answer and the call went to voice mail. I brought the voice mail up and listened as she said: "It's 10:30 honey. I expected you home an hour ago. Give me a call. Love you." I sat there and thought about it. If I didn't call or come home she might call the cops and report me missing or call work in the morning and find out that I had quit. I didn't need that. I needed to stick around in the area for a couple of days. It would be at least two days before the credit union would let me draw against the courtesy checks of Sheila's that I had deposited and I figured that I had at least that long before Dawson discovered that his credit cards were missing, called to report them lost and find out he was over limit on all of them. It would take a couple of more days to find out who had signed for it all. I wondered if he would think Sheila's pussy was worth what it had cost him. He had probably already discovered his cash was gone and was no doubt wondering where it had gotten to. I called home and Sheila picked up on the second ring. "Hello?" "Hi babe. Didn't you get my message?" "What message?" "I called and left a message on the answering machine. We had an emergency come up with one of our customers and I had to fly to Tampa to take care of the problem. I'm going to be gone for at least three days. I hope to be home sometime Saturday." "Oh shit! I've been sitting here waiting on you. I've been as horny as a goat all day and I planned on giving you quite a workout tonight." "Sorry sweetie, but it was a case of get to Tampa ASAP or maybe lose the account and it is one of our biggest and most important accounts. I'll take vitamins by the handful so I'll be ready for you when I get home." "Damn it honey, I miss you already." "I miss you too 'pooh bear' and I'll get home to you as soon as I can. Love you sweetie. Bye." As I disconnected I wondered how fast she would be on the phone to Dawson letting him know she would be available for a couple of days. Horny all day and waiting for me - what a crock! I spent the next day sunning myself around the motel pool and making lists of what I needed. I planned on doing a lot of camping when I left town. I had gotten most of what I needed at Wal-Mart the previous day, but I didn't have the tent I wanted and there were a few other things I wanted to have. That evening I called home to check in with Sheila and I wondered if she was alone as I talked with her or was with Dawson or some other guy. I listened real hard, but didn't hear anything in the background. I told her that I loved her (and the sad part is that I really did) and I listened to her lie as she told me the same thing. The next day I hit several sporting goods stores, found the tent and most of the other things that I wanted and paid for them with checks written against the credit union account. I spent the rest of the day lying around the motel pool with a road atlas making a list of the places I would like to go and the things that I would like to see. That night I called Sheila and checked in. Told her I would be home late Saturday and she told me that she couldn't wait to see me. We exchanged "I love you"s and I hung up and went out to catch a movie. The next morning I hit the credit union and asked for my balance and the balance they gave me included the amounts from Sheila's courtesy checks. I left $500 in the account to cover the checks I'd written over the past two days and took the rest in cash and travelers checks. I called Sheila's office and when she answered I hung up. Knowing that she was at work I swung by the house and grabbed everything that I wanted and then I went back to the motel and called and cancelled all of my credit cards - both the ones in my own name and the ones that I had jointly with Sheila. I didn't need to keep one in my name only since from then on I was going to be 'cash only' to make it harder for them to find me. The last thing I did was find a welding shop and have them weld a lock box to the floor of the truck under the rear seat. I put my cash, all $74,600 of it, in the lock box and by noon I was checked out of the motel and on the road heading south and west. Saturday night I was cruising on I-40 when my cell phone went off. It was Sheila and I ignored it and let it go to voice mail. "It is 9:15 sweetie and I haven't heard from you. Call me. I love you." There were three more calls from Sheila that night and I didn't take any of them and I didn't bother listening to the voice mails. I was ready and waiting for her call on Sunday. "Hello?" "Where are you sweetie? Why haven't you called?" "The answer to your first question is fifteen hundred miles away from you and getting farther away every second. The answer to the second question is that I have nothing to say to you." "I don't understand. What are you saying?" "Let me see if I can clear things up for you." I held the cassette recorder to the phone and played everything that I had on the tape of her and her romp with Dawson and then I said: "Do you understand now?" I turned the phone off and at the next rest area I pulled in, smashed the phone and tossed it into a trash can. Over the next two years I picked apples in Washington and Oregon, slung hay bales onto a hay wagon in Kansas, slipped melons in Colorado, picked peaches in Georgia and oranges in Florida. I took any job I could get that paid in cash and with no questions asked. I'd work until I felt the need for a change and then I'd move on. I was on U.S 280 heading southeast from Columbus, Georgia to Tampa, Florida by way of Albany, Georgia and about twenty minutes out of a town named Dawson when I saw a woman standing by the side of the road next to a Dodge Ram that had the hood up and steam pouring out of it. I stopped to see if she needed any help and she told me that her engine had seized up. There was a tow truck on the way, but what she really needed was to get to the small airfield on the other side of Dawson if I could give her a lift. I told her to get in and we headed into town. We introduced ourselves and I found out her name was Sue and she ran a crop dusting outfit out of the Dawson airport. She said she hadn't seen me around and I told her that I was just passing through. As we pulled onto the airport she directed me to a house trailer that sat next to a pre-fab metal hanger and as I pulled up to the trailer she said: "Shit! He's drunk again." I didn't see anyone so I asked, "Who is drunk?" "There is no car here and that means Walter isn't here and that means that he is drunk again. Damn that man! He couldn't have picked a worst time to do this to me." "Do what?" "I've got to spray four cotton fields today and Walter is the guy who helps me fill my hopper and who prepares the mix for my next flight while I'm out spraying." She gave me an appraising look and then asked, "Are you in any hurry to get where you are going?" "No, not really." "Could I pay you to help me out today?" "I guess I could help out." She led me out to the hanger where there was an Ag-Cat and an old Stearman bi-wing. She told me she would be flying the Stearman that day and pointed to the back of the hanger where there was a garden tractor. She told me to get it and meet her on the west side of the hanger. There was a tank mounted on a trailer (she called it a 'bowser') and she pointed to a pallet of five gallon cans. "That's Malathion and you need to dump five cans of it into the bowser and then pull it over to that 300 hundred gallon kerosene tank. Top off the bowser with the kerosene and then pull it over to the Stearman." I did what she said and she showed me the fill mark on the spray hopper and I filled the hopper while she did the preflight on the plane. She told me to make myself at home in the trailer, got in the Stearman, cranked it up and taxied out to the runway. An hour later she was back and we loaded her up and she taxied back out. She made three flights that day and when she got back from the third on we had to clean the spray booms and nozzles and wipe down the fuselage aft of the wings. While I was cleaning the plane she went into the trailer and made some phone calls. When I was done with the plane I went into the trailer and she asked me just how big a hurry I was in to get to Florida. "Not in any great hurry. I was looking to pick up some work down there. Why?" "I just found out that Walter is going to be a guest of the county for ninety days. I need some one to take his place. Would you be interested?" "Maybe, but it would depend." "Depend on what?" "On whether or not you could pay me under that table. No withholding taxes - income, FICA or Medicare - just cash." "You running from the law?" "No, just a cheating wife." I told her the story and then she asked why I hadn't just gotten a divorce. "Why should I rack up thousands of dollars in legal fees just so the courts could rape me? She would have gotten alimony, half of everything we had, half of my pension and she would have had a lien on me for the rest of my life and I was the victim! Doing it the way I did it means that she has to pay for the divorce and the only thing she will get out of the deal is the house which is no loss to me since we would have had to sell it anyway. After the mortgage was paid off my half would have been about a third of what I took her for before leaving." "So you don't know if some one is looking for you or not?" "No, but dealing in cash means that I don't leave a paper trail for anyone to pick up on." "But what about things like your driver's license and plates and insurance for your truck?" My license is good for five years and I have two and a half remaining on it. I drive back and I'm there just long enough to get my plates and I pay for my insurance by the year and have the paperwork sent to a post office box that I only check when I go to town to renew my license plates. I'm in town less than five hours and then I'm gone again." "I can pay you cash, but it won't be as much as I pay Walter because I won't be able to claim it on my taxes as a cost of doing business. What I can do to make up the difference is throw in room and board. You can live here in the trailer and I'll set it up at the caf? in town so you can run a tab on your meals and I'll take care of the tab. What do you think?" "Any night life in this town?" "Not much, but Albany is only thirty miles away." We settled on a hundred bucks a week and so started the longest period that I'd spent in any one place since I'd split from Sheila. Sue hadn't been kidding when she said there wasn't much in the way of night life in Dawson and so I'd made three trips to Albany in unsuccessful attempts to get my ashes hauled. I'd been working for Sue for just over a month when one Friday she asked what I was going to be doing that night. I told her that I planned on driving over to Albany to try my luck. She asked me if I'd been having any luck there and I told her not really. She was silent for a couple of seconds and then she quietly said: "I haven't had a man since my husband died four years ago. If I were to have anything to do with a man in this county without at least an engagement ring on my finger I'd be branded a slut. The problem is that there isn't a man in this county that I would be interested in." I knew what she was getting at and she was a fine looking woman so I stood up and moved towards her and as I took her in my arms she raised her face so I could kiss her. She pulled me against her and gave me a passionate kiss which I returned. She pushed me away from her and started taking off her clothes. My cock was erect by that point and I started to strip down. As soon as Sue was naked she cupped her breasts with her hands, smiled and headed for the bedroom at the back of the trailer. I got the last of my clothes off and followed her and when I walked into the room she was already lying on the bed waiting for me with her legs spread wide. She saw my erection and said: "It looks like you kind of like this idea." "Oh yes, I most definitely do." I climbed on the bed and lowered my mouth to lick her left nipple, but she pushed me away and said: "None of that Mike. It has been too long for me and I need it now. I don't want to waste time." "I moved up and she took my cock in her hand and lined it up and then hissed at me; "Do it. Do it now!" I pushed into her and she moaned, "Oh yes. Do it to me lover, do it to me." It had been a while since my last woman and even though I'd been masturbating on a fairly regular basis I knew I wasn't going to last long. I slowed down to draw things out and at least try and give her an orgasm, but she cried out: "Harder lover, harder and faster. Fuck me damn it, fuck me." "If I do I'll cum quick" I panted and she said, "I don't care lover; we have all night." I went back to fucking her hard and she gasped out, "Oh yes, oh yes, like that, like that." I gave one hard final shove and came. She clutched me to her and murmured, "Its all right lover, it's all right. It's been a long time for me too." I held myself in her until I was soft and then I pulled out. She reached for my cock and said, "Do you need to rest a bit or can I go to work on you?" "I don't need to rest" I said and she moved down and took my soft cock in her mouth. The second time I got her off twice and the third time I gave her one more before I was finished. "Again?" she asked as she fondled my limp dick. "Maybe tomorrow in the morning, but for now you have wiped me out." "We can only do it here in the trailer and when we are together in town we can't do anything that will lead any one to suspect that there might be something going on between us. Will that bother you?" "Not a bit." For the next three months I worked at doing whatever Sue needed done and three or four times a week Sue and I retired to the bedroom in the rear of the trailer where we took care of each other's sexual needs. And then came the phone call. "What do you want Sheila?" "You." "Yeah, right!" "It is time for you to come home Mike." "No it isn't. Besides, that isn't my home any more and it hasn't been since I found you and Dawson on our bed." "So I was a bad girl. You didn't have to leave because of it. You could have talked with me. We could have worked it out." "Not likely Sheila. Something about being stabbed in the back by a cheating wife seems to upset me too much to want to talk about it." "Well Mike, you are going to have to talk about it. That is the only way I'll be able to convince you that I love you and that I want you to be with me." "Sorry Sheila, it isn't going to happen." "It will happen Mike because I'm not going to give you a choice. You can't get away from me any more." "Don't bet on it Sheila. I don't know how you managed to find me here, but you can bet that I'll be gone five minutes after I hang up this phone." "No you won't Mike. Look out the window into the parking lot." I put the phone down and went to the window and saw a car parked right behind my truck and the woman in the car waved at me. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "There a problem?" Sue called out from the back. "You could say that. It is my wife on the phone. Somehow she managed to find me." "I guess that means I'm going to lose you. When are you going to leave?" "No idea. She is outside in the parking lot and parked behind my truck so I can't move." Sue looked out the widow and then asked me what I was going to do. "I guess I'm going to have to do what she wants and talk to her." "A word of advice from someone who doesn't have a dog in this fight?" "What?" "I know you have issues with her and what she did, but she must care a lot about you to track you down after ... what, two and a half years? Give her the benefit of the doubt and at least listen to what she has to say. Don't just hear what she has to say, but listen!" I walked outside and when Shelia rolled down her window I told her to move the car and then follow me into town to the caf? and we could talk in one of the quiet rear booths. "No way Mike. I'm not letting you move. You could pull out of this lot, point your truck the other way and floor it and I do not feel like being part of a high speed chase. We can talk right here in the car." I shrugged my shoulders and walked around the car and got in on the passengers side. "How did you find me?" "By accident. One of the girls I work with was in Albany visiting her sister and she was on her way home and stopped in Dawson for a bite to eat. She saw you in the restaurant and recognized you from the company Christmas parties and picnics. When she got back she told me that she had seen you and that the waitresses called you by name so she thought that you were probably a regular customer. I flew into Albany, rented a car and staked out the restaurant. You had breakfast there this morning and when you were done I followed you out here. Then I drove back into town, asked around about you, got the phone number, came back and here we are." "Next question - why? The way I left should have pretty much told you how I felt about what I found when I came home that day." "The why is simple Mike. I love you. I always have and I always will. I'm sorry that you found out that I had a slutty side. I never meant for you to know, but even though I played around once in a while it was never supposed to cost me you." "Once in a while? You make it sound like Dawson wasn't the first." "He wasn't, but none of them were any more than a temporary distraction. Every once in a while I just needed something different. I had a steady diet of steak at home and every once in a while I wanted a hamburger or macaroni and cheese. Call it a character flaw, but it never, not once, got in the way of my love for you. I knew it would never hurt us because I knew that you would never find out. Except you did. I was crushed when you left. Oh I know why you did, but I was still crushed. I was a basket case for months. I was just having a little fun and it wasn't supposed to cost me you." "Well it did Sheila, but you still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?" "I'm here to talk you into coming home with me. It is where you belong." "Get serious Sheila. Why in the hell would I go home with you. The reason I left was that I didn't want to live with a cheating whore." "Okay Mike, I was a cheater, but the operative word there is "was." Never again Mike. Come home with me and I promise, never again. My life hasn't been right since you left. I need you." "You seem to think that I can just put you and Dawson out of my mind like it never happened." "I know you can't and I know that you will watch me like a hawk from now on. I know that I'll have to work hard at earning your trust back, but I'll do it Mike. I am not exaggerating when I say that my life hasn't been worth shit since you left me. I know I was bad Mike and I'm asking you to overlook the past and start fresh with me. It isn't like it will be all one sided. I'm going to have to overlook the fact that you haven't been all that faithful yourself." "What? I was never unfaithful to you Sheila." "Of course you have been. I know you Mike and there isn't any way in hell that you have gone two and a half years without sex. You can say that what you did since you ran away from me doesn't count, but it does. We are still married. You didn't seek a divorce or legal separation so we are just as married now as we were before you found out about Ron so every time you were with some other woman it was adultery. We are even Mike. In my mind what you did cancels out what I did. All I need to do is convince you to look at it that way too. You loved me Mike and I know it and the fact that I'm here begging you to come back should prove that I love you too. We can make it work Mike; I know we can make it work." "I don't think so Sheila. Dawson was bad enough, but now I find out that he was only one of many and that just makes it worse. How many of your lovers were friends of mine; people that I knew. How many of them smiled at me and shook my hand while they were fucking you behind my back?" "It was never any one you knew Mike. I would never have done anything like that to you." "I still can't get by the fact that you did it to me with people that I didn't know. People that I knew or people that I didn't know, you still stabbed me in the back Sheila." "It wasn't because of you Mike. It was never because of you or anything that you did. You were a marvelous husband and you were great in bed. It was just that the slutty side of me wanted a change once in a while. Like I said, you were steak and every once in a while I wanted macaroni and cheese." "So what is to keep you from wanting something besides steak again?" "You. Believe me Mike, you have no idea of how empty my life has been since you have been gone. If you come back I will never again do anything that might cost me you." "I'd like to believe you Sheila, but I don't know how I can. You lie too well. By your own admission you have had lovers behind my back for years and if that wasn't lying to me I don't know what was. And you had to lie to me along the way to cover for when you were with them and I never had a clue. That's how good you were at lying to me Sheila. Married fourteen years to a lying, cheating whore and I never had a clue." "I'm telling you Mike, that is all in the past. I know what I lost because of it and I will not do anything that will cause me to lose it again. Please Mike, I'm begging you." "Do you have a clue as to what you would be letting yourself in for? You can promise me that you will never be unfaithful again and you could absolutely mean it when you make the promise and you could live up to the promise for the rest of your life, but I wouldn't trust you no matter how much your swore you would never cheat again. I would be forever watching you looking for a sign, any sign, that you were stabbing me in the back again. Call home and say you were working late and I would automatically think you were in a hotel room or motel getting a quickie. Go shopping and come home an hour later than I think it should have taken you and I'd be suspecting that you had stopped by your lover's place for a little 'mac and cheese.' I'd wonder what you were doing on your lunch hours and with who. There isn't anything that you could say or do that would keep me from being constantly suspicious. I would always - always, Sheila - doubt you. Could you live under circumstances like that? I don't think I could." "I could live under those circumstances as long as I have you with me. I love you Mike and I will make damned sure that I never give you any reason to wonder where I am or what I'm doing. Please Mike, come home." Well, call me weak minded, but I did love the bitch and all the time I had spent wandering around the country she was never out of my mind. I told Sheila that I would come home, but that it wouldn't be for a month or so. I had promised Sue that I would stay with her until the spraying season was over or Walter got out of jail, whichever came first. Sheila left with a smile on her face and was back in two hours with a TracPhone she had purchased at a convenience store. "I don't ever want to be out of touch with you again" she said as she gave it to me and then she said: "I didn't know how long it would take me to talk you into coming home so I took a motel room at the Motel 6 for two days." She dug into her purse and came out with a room key and said, "I'll be waiting when you get off work." I hesitated for a couple of seconds as I wondered if I was doing the right thing and then I knocked on the door to unit 106. Sheila opened the door and stood there in a black lace peignoir and high heels. "I hope you are ready for this baby, because I'm more than ready" she said as she reached out her hand, took mine and pulled me into the room. The door was barely closed before she was on her knees in front of me unzipping my fly and then pulling my pants and briefs down to my ankles. My cock, freed from confinement leapt out in front of me and Sheila looked up at me, smiled and then took my cock in her mouth. Her tongue went to work on me and she worked on my cock until she had me deep-throated to my balls. I had missed her blow jobs. I had never ever had better, but it had been a long time and I wasn't going to last and I told her so. I knew she would swallow it all, but I also knew that she didn't like to be surprised. As soon as I let her know I was ready her hands gripped my ass cheeks and she pulled into her as far as I could go and then I exploded. She kept me in her mouth and got me hard again in no time. She led me to the bed and said: "Make love to me Michael. It has been so long and I need you." I moved between her spread legs and she took my cock in her hand and lined it up with where she wanted it to go and then moaned: "Push Michael, push." I stabbed at her pussy and as the head of my cock entered her she moaned: "So good baby, that feels so damned good. I've missed it baby, oh God how I have missed it." She pushed up at me as I slammed down into her and her legs and hands gripped me and she softly cried: "Yes baby, yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard." Her body began to shake the way it always did when she had an orgasm and I fucked her harder as she screamed: "Oh God yes! I'm there; I'm there!" Her nails dug into my ass cheeks and I gave one final hard thrust and let myself go into her. We laid side by side gasping for breath and then she said, "I've missed that baby; you will never know how much I missed that." There were several seconds of silence and then Sheila said, "Can you go again? Can we do it again?" as her hand reached for my limp cock and started to fondle it. The two nights she was there she tried to make up for the years I had been gone and I was worn out when I staggered into work each morning. When she left for the airport I told her I would call her every night and she said, "Just hurry home lover. That's all I ask; just hurry home. I called her every night and every night she told me that missing me was killing her and she begged me to hurry home. Finally the season for spraying cotton and peanut fields was over and I bid Sue goodbye and headed my pick up for home. I called Sheila when I was two hours out and told her when she could expect me. I pulled up in front of the house and took several deep breaths before getting out of the truck and walking up the steps. I noticed that there was a full moon and I took that as a good omen since my first date with Sheila had been on a night with a full moon. One more deep breath and then I opened the door and walked in the house and hollered out: "Sheila, I'm here." "In the bedroom baby. Hurry." I was peeling off my shirt as I walked in the bedroom door and then I stopped in my tracks. Sheila was on the bed naked and with her legs spread wide. And there was some one between them. She looked over at me and smiled as she said: "You remember Ron don't you? We thought it only fitting that the last thing you knew about before you left should be the first thing you should see when you got back. He is so good at fucking me." I turned and headed for the front door and when I opened it I saw two men standing there. "Michael Turner?" I nodded a yes and he said, "I'm Detective Franks and my partner is Detective Mason and we have a warrant for your arrest. The charge is credit card fraud, larceny by conversion and there may be other charges added later." As the hand cuffs clicked closed and he started reading me my rights I looked back through the open door into the house and saw Sheila and Dawson standing there smiling at me. I'm sure that I didn't do myself any good when in front of the detectives I said: "Best you start running now. I'll get out sooner or later and when I do I will find you both and next time my revenge will be physical and not financial. That's a promise." 4135 1.64/512345