Frank and Ruth
written by:
Just Plain Bob

I was on my back, totally fucked out, and she stood next to the bed looking down at me and looking for all the world like she had just awakened and was as fresh as a daisy. No one seeing her at that moment would have believed that she had been sucking and fucking me for five hours. No one would have imagined that those lips had been wrapped around my cock and that mouth had swallowed my cum. She looked so fresh that no one would have believed that her pussy had taken two of my loads and that her ass - her beautiful heart shaped ass - had taken a third and a fourth. She looked exactly like what she wasn't - a sweet looking faithful wife. She smiled and said, "Take plenty of vitamins baby; I need you to last longer next time" and then she left me to go home to her husband and kids. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ As I had watched her dress I'd thought back on the circumstances that had brought us together. I was your typical dyed in the wool every day clueless husband. I'd been married to Ruth for a little over six years and I was happy in my marriage. I could barely stand to be away from my wife, but we both had to work if we were ever going to have the house and family that we wanted. All that the end of the work day meant to me was that it was time to hurry home to my lovely and loving wife. Make no mistake about it - Ruth was my reason for being and she had been from the moment she called me a clumsy asshole. It had happened at Clancy's; a night spot in lower downtown. I was in the habit of stopping there after work with some of the guys I worked with to hoist a few and let off some steam by bad mouthing management. Clancy's had a band Thursday through Saturday and it was a Thursday night and the place was crowded. Service tended to be a bit slow on live music nights because the place was so packed that the waitresses had to slowly and carefully work their way through the teaming throng. Sometimes it was quicker for you to just go up to the bar and get it yourself. I was sharing a table with seven of my co-workers (actually two tables pushed together) and four of us were dry. I volunteered to make the bar run and I'd just turned away from the bar with drinks in hand when someone ran into me and caused me to spill the drinks. I heard: "You clumsy asshole! Look at what you've done to my dress!" I turned and looked into the most startling blue eyes I'd ever seen. My eyes dropped to her dress and I saw the wet stain on the fabric covering her very impressive breasts. The lecher in me wanted to grab a towel or something and go to work on rubbing the area dry, but her tone of voice and the word "asshole" pissed me off so I fired back: "I was standing here lady and you ran into me; I didn't run into you so if you want to blame someone blame yourself." I turned back to the bar and got the bartender to top off the drinks and then went back to my table. About ten minutes later I was looking across the table at Olivia trying to talk myself into asking her if she would like to dance. Her fingers were tapping the table in time to the music and I got the feeling that she would like to take a couple of turns around the floor, but she was married and I was afraid that she might think I was trying to make a move on her. Pam, who had been sitting beside me was out on the floor with Gary and just as I thought to myself "To hell with it; I don't care if Olivia does think I want in her panties I want to dance." As I opened my mouth to utter my first word someone sat down on Pam's chair. I could see Pam out on the dance floor so I looked to my left and saw the woman with the starling blue eyes and impressive breasts. She looked at me sheepishly and said: "I'm here to apologize for being nasty to you. You were right; it was my fault." I took a long look into those eyes and I was lost. I said, "I'll accept your apology on one condition." "And that is?" "That you dance with me." Her face lit up in a smile and she said, "Done!" She stood up and said, "Let's do it." From that moment on Ruth and I were joined at the hip. Six months later in front of family and friends we took our vows and for the next six years I considered my life perfect. Until. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a cliché. We both were at a place where we had never been before. At least I never had, but her? Who knows? I was in Lone Tree, not all that far from Castle Rock, but still a place I never seldom went to. I was meeting a client for lunch and halfway into it I saw a shocked look come over his face and he mumbled to himself: "I wonder if Larry knows." "What?" I asked. He looked at me like he didn't understand so I said, "You just got a weird expression on your face and mumbled "I wonder if Larry knows." Since it happened in our discussion of clause five in the contract it made me wonder." "Oh? I wasn't aware that I said it out loud." He saw that I wasn't going to ask - take it and farther - and he must have thought that he needed to explain so he said, "Larry's girlfriend just walked in and she is holding hands with a guy who is most definitely not Larry." Being the curious guy that I am I turned to look. I saw a woman and a man standing at the entrance waiting to be seated by the hostess and I saw that indeed they were holding hands. The man was not someone I had ever seen before, but the woman was my wife. If you have ever been in a like situation you know the emotional war the instantly takes place. You wanted to get up, run to them, pull the apart and kick the shit out of the guy. There was denial. It couldn't be Ruth! It has been said that somewhere on this planet everyone has someone who looks like them. A doppelganger I believe is the term. Surely that must be what is happening here. It couldn't be my Ruth. It just couldn't. There was recognition. I recognized the dress she was wearing. I was with her when she bought it. There was curiosity. If she is Larry's girlfriend and the guy she is holding hands with is not Larry that means she is getting together with at least two guys behind your back. Are there others? How many? For how long? Then of course came acceptance. How could you not accept what was right before your eyes. All of the above took place in an instant - maybe a second or so - and then I turned to face Chad. He took one look at my face and asked: "What's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost." My hand was shaking when I picked up the water glass and took a drink. As I set the glass down I said, "Not a ghost, but something just as upsetting. I know her. She is married to someone I know and that someone isn't named Larry. Who is Larry?" "A guy I work with. I doubt that Larry knows she is married." "I would appreciate your not telling him until I've had time to prepare my friend for the bad news. He worships the ground she walks on and this is going to devastate him. If Larry doesn't know maybe he will take her in when she gets kicked out of the house." "Not likely. Larry is married, but that brings up a question. Hubby worships the ground she walks on, but he will kick her out?" "No doubt in my mind. No doubt at all." Fortunately they were seated on the other side of the room from us and Chad told me that she was seated with her back to us and since my back was to her she did not know that I was there. I didn't finish my meal - for some reason I had lost my appetite - but I did finish my business with Chad and then I got up and left the restaurant. I went out through the kitchen and back door to make sure that Ruth had no idea that I'd been there and seen her. I stopped at the office and told my boss that Chad was on board with what we wanted to do and then I took the rest of the afternoon off. I stopped at the bank and moved some money round. Nothing that should grab Ruth's immediate attention, but I guessed that private detectives didn't come cheap. We had three accounts; a checking, a savings and the new house account. Ten percent of the net from each of our paychecks went into the new house account and the goal was twenty-five thousand for a down payment. We were still a year or so away from reaching that goal so I didn't expect that Ruth would be paying much, if any, any attention to the house fund just yet. I briefly flirted with the idea of just following her around myself, but quickly realized that there wasn't any way I could do it. For one thing I couldn't take that much time away from my job and for another my inexperience at doing something like that almost guaranteed I'd somehow fuck it up and the last thing I wanted right then was for Ruth to find out I was onto her and besides, it didn't appear that we were going to need a house fund anymore anyway. After leaving the bank I called Jack Webster. Jack and I had been close friends since the seventh grade and Jack was an attorney. He specialized in business law, but I was hoping that he could steer me to a good divorce attorney. He told me to come into his office and he would have a list ready for me. When we met he handed me a list with thirty-one names on it. I was a touch confused and asked him which one I should see. His answer surprised me. "All of them." "All of them? All thirty-one? No way on God's green earth could I afford to do that." "Sure you can. You will notice that twenty-seven of them are underlined. They are the ones who give a free first consultation. The other four have a flat first consultation fee, but even then it isn't more than a hundred bucks." "I still don't understand why I need to see that many." "Because once you have talked with them ethically they won't be able to take Ruth on as a client. That is a list of every divorce and family law attorney within fifty miles. If your problem goes the divorce route and Ruth decides to fight it she will have to go way out of the area to find an attorney who will be able to take her case. Donald Ashcroft, the one with the star next to his name is the one you will want to use. He is the ‘killer whale' of divorce attorneys. Both his first and second wives cheated on him and he hates cheaters. Want me to call him?" I said yes, he made the call and I had an appointment to see Ashcroft at eleven o'clock the next morning. ++++++++++++++++++++++ Ruth was home when I got there. She usually got off work an hour before I did so she almost always beat me home and had dinner on the stove when I got there. I had decided that I was not going to give Ruth any indication that something was wrong between us. I could pretend to be a loving husband just as she had pretended to be a loving wife. I had no idea how long it was going to be before I split from her, but I decided that I wasn't going to go without sex until I had to. Some nights I might be getting seconds, sloppy or otherwise, but I'd had sloppy seconds before both in high school and college and they hadn't hurt me. Talk over dinner was the same as always and I marveled at the way my so-called loving wife could behave after sticking her knife in my back. And I also wondered about how long she had been doing it. She felt no different now than she had when I married her and I couldn't help but wonder if it had been going on all along and that's why I hadn't noticed a change. During dinner Ruth was sending me all of the usual signals that let me know she intended to fuck my socks off when we went to bed and this of course made me wonder why. Did she not get laid after her lunch date and had come home horny? Or did she get laid and she wanted to fuck me because she got a charge out of giving me her lover's leftovers? Maybe it was a guilt fuck. She felt guilty over stabbing me in the back and giving me some made her feel better. Quite often Ruth was the initiator when it came to our making love. Did the fact that we made love a lot mean that every time she made the first move it was after getting laid by some other guy? I'd damned sure be asking those questions when the confrontation came. One thing I was pretty sure of is that Ruth always came to our bed clean. We always started our love making with oral and I would have known what she was doing if she came to me fresh and wet from some other guy. I won't go into that other than to say it was more of that college stuff. When we went to bed that night I was as willing as I've always been and I gave a good account of myself (or at least I think I did) and made sure that Ruth had no reason to suspect that I knew that something wasn't right with our marriage. My meeting with Donald Ashcroft gave me a little hope. Even though we lived in a state that had no fault divorce laws and things were normally split fifty/fifty there were some things that could go in my favor if we drew the right judge. Five of the seven judges sitting in our district had been known to cut the aggrieved party some slack in cases that involved infidelity. If I had solid proof of Ruth's adultery I could very well get out of paying alimony even though I made almost twice what Ruth made. Four of the seven had been known to make the offending party pay all attorney's fees and court costs. That prompted me to ask Ashcroft for a recommendation on private investigators and he gave me the name of the one he preferred to use and when I left his office I called and made an appointment. I walked into Spenser Investigations with all of the information I was asked to bring with me and after half an hour of filling in Mr. Spenser on what I knew and wanted to know I gave him a retainer and left his office. I would like to be able to say that things moved swiftly after that, but I can't because they didn't. It wasn't because the PI couldn't find out anything. He found out a lot, but he couldn't get me the ‘slam dunk' proof I needed to put in front of a judge to prove infidelity. He had pictures and video of Ruth going into hotel rooms with two different men for long lunch hours, but that is all he had. He had some of Ruth holding hands with the two men, but no kisses caught in public. He was able to find out the men were Larry Maxon and Alex Compton and that they both worked with Ruth. The hotel was always the downtown Hilton and its employees must have been the most upright and ethical people in town. They could not be bribed and even though the PI tried to get four different desk clerks to work with him he could never make it happen. "We strive to protect the privacy of our guests" is what he got from whomever he approached. Even the offer of one thousand dollars was turned down. The PI just could not gain access to a room in order to obtain audio and visual proof. He couldn't even get the names or check in information of those who went into the rooms. "I cannot divulge that information without a court order" is what he got. We knew what was going on in the rooms, but us knowing and not being able to put beyond a shadow of a doubt proof in front of a judge just wouldn't cut it. As Ashcroft explained to me "No sitting judge was going to make a decision based on supposition. Reasonable doubt is what any attorney hired by Ruth would point out. Both of the men she was seen going into the rooms with were fellow employees and they could say they went into that room to meet with a client and we could not prove otherwise." I did find out that Larry was married and had two kids and that Alex was single, but that told me nothing. I decided to just confront Ruth and let the chips fall where they may. I told Ashcroft to prepare the papers and let me know when they were ready to be served. I was going to be mean enough to have her served at work in front of all of her coworkers. I'd take the day of service off from work and have all my things moved out of the apartment and be gone before she got home. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ It was a Wednesday and I'd just left the office after working late on a proposal and had stopped for a beer at The Landing Strip Lounge before going home. I'd called Ruth and told her I would be late and not to hold dinner for me. It was open mike night and maybe one of the want to be standup comics could brighten my mood. I was sitting in a booth staring down at the glass in front of me deep in thought when someone slid onto the seat across from me. I looked up and saw a lovely woman. "Mind if I join you Frank?" "Do I know you?" "No, but I know who you are and hopefully you will know me before the night is over and I do mean that in the biblical sense." I sat there looking at her as my mind worked on what she'd just said. "My name is Brenda Maxom" she said and she saw recognition register on my face and went on. "Yes, I'm Larry's wife. I have been following you for several days now looking for an opportunity to get together with you." "Why on Earth would you do that?" "Simple really. I want to find out what you plan on doing and if it is what I think it is I want to try and talk you out of it." I must have looked confused so she said, "I know that you know about my husband and your wife and the reason I know is that the PI I had following Larry recognized the PI you had following your wife. Knowing that you know I have to find out what you are going to do about it and if it is what I think it is I want to try and talk you out of it." "If you are thinking that I plan on divorcing her you are absolutely right. Why would you want to talk me out of it?" "Because if you divorce her the why would come out and when that happens I would have to divorce Larry." "If my attorney is right in what he told me you will come out of a divorce okay." "No I wouldn't. It is true that I would get child support and alimony and I would most likely get the house until the children are grow up, but my standard of living would take a nose dive. I have friends who have gone through divorces and without exception they will all tell you that life as a single mom sucks. I would be much better off staying married and pretending that I don't know about his affairs." "Affairs?" "Yes. Your wife is only one of many. She is the only one I have proof of, but I know there have been others. That said let me get to it. I want to stay married so I can continue to enjoy the life style I'm used to. Plus staying married will allow me to take revenge on Larry." "You've lost me there." "Larry is quite possessive and he is also insanely jealous. I'm not a bad looking broad and at parties and other social gatherings if Larry sees me talking to some guy he hurries over to separate us. My revenge is going to be doing to him what he is doing to me. I want him to continue to support me in the style to which I've become accustomed while I take on a lover and give away that which Larry considers only his. With me so far?" "I can see your point, but I don't see why I should forget about divorcing Ruth because it would cause problems for someone I don't even know." "Because it would be to your benefit." "Explain that please." "First off you don't divorce you don't have to split things fifty/fifty. Secondly there is the revenge factor. You can take a lover and then go home and go to bed with your wife knowing that you are doing to her what she is doing to you." "I wouldn't even know how to take on a lover." "You don't need to know how. All you have to be is open to the idea." "I don't understand what you're trying to tell me here. How is being open to the idea, as you put it, going to help me?" "It is simple Frank. If you are open to the idea and willing to do it the lover will come to you." "You aren't making any sense here." "Of course I am Frank. If you are willing to go the revenge route instead of going for a divorce your partner in revenge is sitting across the table from you." "You?" "Can you think of a more fitting revenge than getting together with the wife of the man your wife is cheating with? Think about it Frank. No arguments over who gets what in the fifty/fifty split. No alimony being taken out of your paycheck to support her cheating ass. No paying for her attorney if she wants to fight the divorce. No court costs if you don't file and go to court. No ten weeks of visiting a marriage counselor which is something a judge almost always orders in cases where the spouse fights back and says they don't want a divorce. And there could be other benefits in it for you. Is there something sexual you would like to do that your wife won't do? I'll do them Frank." She must have seen a change in my facial expression when she said that because she got a big smile on her face. I thought about it for a few seconds and then I said: "She won't try anal. I don't even know if I would like it, but I've wanted to try it and find out what it is like." "Anything else?" "I'd like a complete blow job, but she won't do that. She will mouth me until I'm nice and hard, but then she quits and spreads her legs." "I do both Frank and I swallow. Anything else?" "Well, it really isn't sexual, but it takes sex to make it happen." "Oh? What is it?" "I want kids and she doesn't." "I love kids and I wouldn't mind having another one. In fact I would like two more and so would Larry, but because he wants them I've put myself on birth control just to deny him what he wants. I haven't told him that and as far as he knows we are trying to have another child. How would that be for revenge Frank? You giving me a child for Larry to raise? Hopefully it would be a boy since what Larry wants is a son to carry on the family name. Oh sweet fucking Jesus; I'm getting hot at just the thought!" "I don't know that I could do something like that. I'd want to a part of my child's life and I can't see anyway that could happen if I were to get you pregnant." "I guess you are right on that, but I can't think of a greater revenge on Larry. I can address that later after you get tired of me. I'll let my next lover get me pregnant and I just won't let him know that the child is his. So how about it Frank? Are you in?" "It is tempting. It is very tempting and I do have to admit that if I was going to cheat I would hope to find a woman as sexy as you to do it with, but I have to say no. Some of us take our vows seriously. I realize that it can be said that by Ruth breaking her vows she has released me from mine, but I can't do it. As soon as the divorce is final I'll look for another lady to share my life with, but not until then." "So how do you rationalize them?" "Pardon?" "Your vows. How do you rationalize being selective in which vows you will honor and which ones you won't?" "I don't understand what you are getting at." "Your vows Frank. You are going to honor forsaking all others, but what about for better or worse? What about until death do us part? I'd say cheating on you definitely goes into the worse column, but you are going to divorce her for that." I laughed and said, "You've got me on that one, but it isn't going to make me change my mind." "Can you at least dump her using irreconcilable differences? Unless your PI was a whole lot better than mine you don't have anything you can use to show infidelity. Irreconcilable differences would leave Larry out of it and I can keep on with my life the way I want." "I'll see. I can't promise, but I'll see." She slid a piece of paper across the table to me. "That's my number Frank. If you change your mind about my offer give me a call." As she walked away I admired the swing of her ass and wished I wasn't so uptight. Just as she went out the door Joe Lambert, the owner of the strip got up on the raised bandstand and said: "Good evening folks and welcome to our weekly open mike night. Tonight I have some good news and some bad news for you. The good news is that Bobby is on vacation so you won't be subjected to his blond jokes tonight." That brought a loud cheer for several of the blonds in the audience. "The bad news is that until he comes back you are stuck with me." That got a loud boo from the crowd and he sarcastically said, "Thank you for your support. Our first hopeful tonight is Bill Miglio. Bill works down the street at DST Industries when he isn't trying to make people laugh." He handed the mike to a guy I recognized as someone who was usually in the Strip having drinks with his buddies whenever I came in. He looked a little nervous as he started: "I always wondered what the job application is like at Hooters. Do they hand you a bra and say "Here. Fill this out?" He got a good laugh out of that and you could see the nervousness leave him. "On average an American man's wife will let him make love to her two or three times a week whereas a Japanese wife will only let her husband make love to her one or two times a year. This was upsetting news to me. I had no idea I was Japanese." "I don't understand why women are okay that JC Penny has an older women's line named Sag Harbor." "I think it is pretty cool how Chinese people made a language entirely out of tattoos." "My therapist says that my narcissism causes me to misread social situations. I'm pretty sure she is trying to hit on me." "I'm getting tired of always raising my hand when somebody asks, "Who does something like that?" "Four time NASCAR Sprint Cup champion Jeff Gordon announced that this will be his final season of racing. You could tell it was time for him to retire. During his last race he had his left turn signal on the whole time." "Denny's has a slogan: "If it's your birthday the meal is on us. If you are in Denny's and it is your birthday ...Your life REALLY sucks." "When I die I want to be reincarnated as a spider. Just so I can finally hear a woman say, "Oh My God! It is huge!" He got a big laugh on that one, thanked the crowd for their support and handed the mike back to Joe And on that I decided it was time to head for home. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I got there Ruth was sitting in front of the TV watching one of those stupid so-call reality shows. "Good; your home" she said. "I was afraid I was going to have to go to bed without you." "That day is coming girl" I thought to myself, but I said, "No way we can let that happen sweetie." I followed her to the bedroom and we had a hot, passionate session that had me wondering why what we had wasn't enough for her. When we finished she cuddled up next to me and we snuggled. And I almost fucked up. In my contented state I thought "I am going to miss this' and Ruth asked "Miss what?" I must have spoken aloud without realizing it and I hastily tried to cover. "What we just did. I'm going to miss it when I have to go to Baltimore next week for a training course." "What training course?" "I just found out about it today. I'll be leaving Monday morning and won't be back until Thursday late." "Don't sweat it sweetie. I'll give you enough before you go to hold you until you come back." She didn't know it, but I wouldn't be coming back. There wasn't any training course. I'd made up my mind driving home from the Landing Strip to give Brenda Maxon what she wanted. I'd file and use irreconcilable differences as a reason. Monday I would drive around the block, park and wait for Ruth to leave for work and then go back to the apartment and move out. I'd have Ruth served at work and then avoid all contact with her. Once I got to my office on Thursday I called the number Brenda Maxon had given me and gave her the news. She thanked me and told me not to lose the number and I told her that I wouldn't. I then called Ashcroft, told him to make it irreconcilable differences and have Ruth served at work on Monday. Ruth hadn't ben fibbing when she said she would give me enough to hold me. We made love in the morning and evening on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday and one last time on Monday morning. And yes, I do mean that we made love. It did seem like she loved me or at least liked me a lot, but unfortunately for me I did love the unfaithful bitch, but love alone wasn't enough for me to stay with her after finding out what she had been doing. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Monday morning Ruth damned near destroyed me. "Think that will hold you until you get back?" she laughingly asked. Knowing that once she walked out the door it would never happen again I said, "Probably not, but I'm sure that I will think about it a lot." "Then you had better plan on doing a lot of catch up when you get home." I received a passionate goodbye kiss when I left the apartment. I had arranged for the rest of the week and the next to be vacation time and my plan was to be moved out and gone by the time Ruth got home that evening. I drove to a place where I could see Ruth's car and then waited until I saw her leave for work. I drove back and started packing my stuff and moving it out to my car. I was done except for one last suitcase and I was looking around to see if I missed anything. There is a saying that goes "Man plans and the Gods laugh." The plan was for me to move out and avoid Ruth, but the Gods chuckled and said" Oh no Frank." I was picking up the last suitcase and getting ready to leave when I heard: "What are you doing Frank?" I turned to see Ruth standing there. "The question is what are you doing here? You are supposed to be on your way to work." "I forgot my cell phone. I put it on the charger last night and forgot it when I left for work. So back to you Frank. You are also supposed to be on your way to work so why are you here and what are you doing?" "I'm moving out Ruth. I don't want to live here with you anymore." I picked up the suitcase and headed for the door. She moved quickly to block the door and said, "Oh no you don't Frank. You're not going anywhere. I want to know what this is about." I really had wanted to just walk away and not say anything, but it looked like that wasn't going to be possible so I just hit her with it. "I know all about your long lunches spent at the Hilton. Why they are called long lunches I don't know since you never once went into the restaurant to eat although I suppose that you and your male friends might have called for room service, but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that I will not live with a woman who cheats on me." She had a look of absolute horror on her face and I didn't know if it was caused by my leaving her or the fact that I had found out what she had been doing. I suspect that it was more of the latter than the former. She stood there looking at me with that look and didn't move so I pushed her out of the way. I was out the door and on my way to the car before she recovered and chased after me, but you can't run all that fast in four inch heels and I was in the car and had it started before she reached me. She was reaching for the door handle when I stepped on the gas and pulled away. I didn't even look in the rear view mirror. There were plenty of motels close to where I work and I figured that was where Ruth would go looking for me so I checked in at the one place I was sure that she wouldn't even think of. I checked into the Hilton. Once settled in I got busy doing all of the things that I decided had to be done. I hit the bank, took half of the checking and savings and all of the new house account and then went down the street to a different bank and opened new accounts in my name only. I might catch some shit over taking all of the new house account, but my argument for doing it was going to be that since Ruth was the one to destroy the marriage and made it necessary for me to move she should be the one to finance the move. Her share of the house account could pay the first and last month's rent and security deposit on wherever I ended up. Probably wouldn't fly, but until the courts got involved it was money that Ruth wouldn't have. Next on my list was to find a place to live. The Hilton would do for a couple of days, but there wasn't any way I could live there at the rates they charged. I got the daily paper and an apartment guide, found several prospects and spent the rest of the day looking at them. I found one that I liked and put a deposit on it. I wouldn't be able to move in until they did a credit check on me. The girl in the office told me that I could probably move in on Wednesday. I hit the Village Inn for a bite to eat and then went back to my room at the Hilton. My cell had been going off almost every fifteen minutes and the calls were all rom Ruth so I never took any of them. She left a bunch of voice mails and I deleted them without listening to them. I would have just turned it off except for the fact I needed it on in case my credit check went through quickly and they called me to tell me I could move in. I watched TV for a while and then sacked out. +++++++++++++++++++++++++ I was up bright and early on Tuesday and had breakfast at the Hilton and then I went to Target and Wally World to get the things I would need for my new apartment. After a full morning of shopping I stopped at a Waffle House for lunch. While I was eating I remembered that I had turned my cell off when I went to bed and had forgotten to turn it back on. There were a dozen or so missed messages and five voicemails from Ruth. Knowing that she had already been served at work I was curious to hear what she might have to say. The first three voicemails were pretty much the same. "Call me Frank. We have to talk. I don't want a divorce." The fourth one showed me that Ruth was losing her cool. "Damn it Frank; this isn't funny. Call me. We need to talk and forget about this divorce nonsense. I will not give you a divorce!" I smiled at that. Apparently she hadn't talked to an attorney yet. She could fight it, she could stall it, but she couldn't stop it. She could make it expensive, but if I stayed the course the divorce would happen. I knew that her employer frowned on personal calls at work during business hours so I called Ruth at work knowing that as eager as she was to talk to me she would take the call. Then I'd try to make the call last long enough to get her in dutch with her supervisor. I called her cell and she answered on the second ring. "Frank? Where are you? You need to come home so we can sit down and talk this out." "I don't want to come home Ruth and I don't see any need for us to talk." "I don't want a divorce Frank. I love you and you know I do." "Oh? You sure have a funny way of expressing your love for me. Let's see now. On the ninth you expressed your love for me at the Hilton with Larry Maxon. On the eleventh you and Alex Cashion spent from eleven forty-five until one-fifteen expressing your love for me. On the twelfth you expressed your love for me, again at the Hilton and again with Maxon. I could go on, but I sure you get the picture. Bottom line is that your expressions of love for me are not those I would have expected from a loving wife. As for your not wanting a divorce? Tough shit Ruth! If you didn't want a divorce you should not have started having long lunches with men in hotel rooms. I will not live with a wife who cheats on me and the only way to get rid of a cheating wife without going to prison is to divorce her." There was a touch of steel in her voice when she said, "I'm not giving you a divorce Frank!" I looked at my watch and wondered if Ruth was getting nasty looks from her boss yet, but just in case she wasn't I drug the call out a little longer. "You can't stop it Ruth. All you can do is delay it and to delay it you will have to hire an attorney and attorneys charge by the hour Ruth and if you want to pay an attorney a couple of hundred bucks an hour for a year or so to throw up roadblocks and stall things go right ahead. Waste your money. You can slow it down, you can make it expensive and you could possibly delay it for a year or so, but you cannot stop it." "I don't want a divorce Frank. I'm sure that if you will sit down and talk with me we can iron things out. It isn't what you think Frank. I love you. I love you and you know it." "Maybe you do Ruth, but it isn't the kind of love that I want and talking with you will only make things worse for me. There have to be reasons for your cheating on me and having you spell out those reasons would only make me feel worse than I do right now. Don't fight it Ruth. Sign the papers and send them back to my attorney. Let it happen so we can both move on with our lives." "Never Frank. You belong to me and I'm not letting you go. I have to go now, but I'm going to keep trying to get you to sit down and talk with me." "It won't do you any good Ruth. I don't want you okay? As far as I'm concerned you spit on our marriage and I'm done with you." "I have to go Frank. I'm getting nasty looks and I have to get off the phone. Please call me at the house this evening." "No! This is my last conversation with you. From this point on all communication between us will have to go through my attorney. Goodbye Ruth." While I still had my phone in my hand I decided to call Brenda Maxon and see how things were going with her. She answered and after identifying myself I said: "Ruth was served yesterday at work. I stated irreconcilable differences so there was no mention of Larry, but did he seem normal when he got home from work?" "No; as a matter of fact he didn't. He is acting kind of skittish right now. Almost like he is expecting something bad to happen." "Guilty conscious I'm guessing." "You are probably right. Have you given my proposal any thought?" "Of course I have. It isn't every day that a sexy woman offers herself to me. I'm most likely stupid not to accept your offer, but I just can't bring myself to do it." "Just don't lose the number Frank. Maybe after going without for a while you will change your mind." At three I got a call from the apartment manager telling me I was cleared to move in. I had to get a bed and some other furniture so that and moving in took up the rest of the day and most of Wednesday. I decided that I didn't want to cook my first night in the place so I left the apartment and headed for El Meson for Mexican. After eating I decided to stop by the Landing Strip. It was open mike night and felt that I could use some cheering up. Bobby Denton was back from vacation and I walked in just I time to catch one of his trademark blond jokes. "A blond walked into the police station looking or a job. The on duty officer told her that she needed to answer a few questions before he could even give her an application to fill out. Officer - "What is two and two?" Blond - "Ummmm...4!' Officer - "What is the square root of one hundred?" Blond - "Ummmm...ten!" Officer - "Good. Now tell me who killed Abraham Lincoln?" Blond - "Ummmm..I don't know." Officer - "Well go on home and think about it and come back tomorrow." The blond goes home and calls up one of her friends who asked her if she got the job. The blond excitedly says: "Not only did I get the job, but I'm already working on a murder case." He was loudly booed and he responded with, "Thank you. Thank you very much. I'm now going to turn over the microphone to Mrs. Sally Meyer's fresh from her job as a mother of four aged five through ten. Give her a hand' and he handed the mike to a hot looking redhead who didn't look like she was old enough to have any kids let alone four. "Ralph and Edna had been married for forty-five years and they were both patients in a mental hospital. One day while they were walking by the swimming pool Ralph suddenly jumped into the deep end. He sank to the bottom of the pool and stayed there. Edna promptly jumped in to save him. She swam to the bottom of the pool and pulled him out. When the Nursing Director became aware of Edna's heroic act she immediately ordered that Edna be discharged from the hospital as she now considered Edna to be mentally stable. "When she went to give Edna the good news she said, "Edna, I have good news and bad news. The good news is that you are being discharged. You were able to rationally respond to a crisis by jumping into the pool to save the man you love. I have concluded that your act displayed sound mindedness. The bad news is that Ralph hung himself in the bathroom with his bathrobe belt. I'm so sorry, but he is dead." "Edna relied, "He didn't hang himself. I put him there to dry. How soon can I go home?" That got her a laugh, but not a really big one. She went on: "A guy was looking for a pace to sit in a crowded library. He saw a girl sitting alone at a table with four chairs and he approached her and asked her if he could sit there. The girl replied in a loud voice: "No! I don't want to spend the night with you!" All the students in the library started staring at the guy. He was truly embarrassed and he moved to find a seat at another table. After a couple of minutes the girl walked quietly to the guy's table and said with a laugh: "I'm a psychology student and I know how men think. You felt really embarrassed didn't you?" The guy smiled up at her and then said in a loud voice: "Five hundred dollars for one night? That's too much." All the people in the library looked at the girl in shock and then the guy whispered in her ear: "I'm a law student. They teach us how to screw people." That one did get her a good laugh so she tried one more. "George was just getting ready to go to bed when his wife told him he had left the light on in the shed. George opened the door to go and turn out the light when he saw that there were people in the shed in the process of stealing things. He immediately phoned the police who asked if there was anyone in the house. George said no and explained the situation. They explained that all the patrols were busy and he should simply lock his doors and an officer would be there as soon as one became available. George counted slowly to a hundred and then called the police again. "Hello. I just called you a little bit ago because there were people stealing stuff from my shed. Well you don't have to worry about them now because I just shot them." Then he hung up and within five minutes three squad cars, an Armed Response unit and two ambulances showed up. The police caught the burglars' red-handed and then one of the policemen said to George: "I thought you said that you shot them. George smiled at him and said, "I thought you said that there was no one available." That got a good laugh and she curtsied and handed the mike back to Bobby. I looked at my watch and saw how late it was and I got up and headed to my place. I did feel cheered up until got out of the bar and turned my cell on. After my last conversation with Ruth I had decided to turn the phone off and then check it for messages every hour or two. When I turned it on in the Strip parking lot there were six missed messages and three voice mails from Ruth. I deleted them all, turned off my phone and headed for my new apartment in a downer of a mood. I slept okay and when I got up in the morning I turned on the phone and saw the usual stuff from Ruth and deleted then unread or listened to. There was one other call and it was from my mother. She hardly ever calls me so I guessed that it would be about Ruth and I was right. "Ruth tells me that you two had a disagreement and that you moved out." I laughed at that and said, "A disagreement? I guess you could call it that." "I thought you were more mature than that Frank. You don't move out over an argument. You work it out. Ruth clearly loves you and I know you love her. You belong together. Get back home where you belong Frank. You can't fix anything if you don't talk about it." "Talking won't fix it mom. Apparently Ruth didn't tell you what the so-called disagreement was about. She thought having sex with other men was okay and I most definitely disagreed with that." "You must be mistaken Frank. Ruth would never do that to you." "She did mom and I know it for a fact. I hired a private detective to check upon her and he found out that she was having sex with two other men. That's two that I know of in the week I had her followed. There could have been more and it could have been going on for years. I do know of the two however and that is two to many." Mom changed the subject. "Are you coming to dinner Sunday?" "Wouldn't miss it. I'm sure I'll be tired of my own cooking and restaurant food by then." As soon as I disconnected from mom the phone beeped and I saw that it was a call from Ruth and I turned off the phone. I'd gotten a bed and a decent couch from Goodwill, but there were still a few more things I wanted and needed to get to set the place up like I wanted. I spent Thursday and Friday taking care of that and then on Saturday morning I went out to Red Hawk for a round of golf. I was able to hook up with a couple of other guys and had a fairly good time. Late Saturday afternoon I went to my parent's place to visit and have dinner. There was an unspoken agreement not to bring up Ruth and it turned out to be a pleasant evening. Sunday morning was again spent at Red Hawk, the afternoon was spent at a movie and then it was early to bed to get a good night's rest before returning to work on Monday. Not surprisingly my in basket was full to overflowing and I was going to have a couple of very busy days wading through the backlog. Ten minutes after getting to my office the receptionist let me know that my wife was on line one. It was Ruth and I didn't give her time to say anything. "I told you all communication was to be trough my attorney" and I hung up on her I told Shelly, the receptionist, that my wife and I had separated and not to take any more calls from her. The rest of the day was busy and I worked late trying to play catchup. Tuesday Ashcroft called me and told me that Ruth had hired an attorney and was going to fight the divorce. I made an appointment to see him on Wednesday. When I met with him and discussed the situation he told me that things would go pretty much as Brenda Maxon had spelled out for me on that night at the Landing Strip. I asked him for advice and he told me bluntly that I should just drop the divorce. "Move on with your life. Eventually she will meet someone and want to get married again, but in order to do that she will have to divorce you. My advice to you is let her file and then you not fight it. You also have another option. Get a girlfriend or two and let her find out. It may piss her off enough that it will make her want to divorce you. Just ignore her from now on and leave things up to her." I decided that I would do just that. I called Ruth and gave her the good news that I'd dropped the divorce. She of course heard what she wanted to hear instead of what I was saying. "I knew you loved me and would eventually realize it and come home." "I'm not coming home Ruth. Once you decided to get an attorney and fight I decided not to waste the time and money. I doubt that I'll ever want to get married again so there is no great need for me to get myself single. You on the other hand may eventually find someone and want to get married and in that case you will be the one who will have to get a divorce and when that happens I won't fight it so it won't cost me a dime. That means that you will have to pay for all of it. By getting an attorney and fighting the divorce you have saved me a lot of money and a lot of wasted time. Goodbye Ruth. Have a rotten life!" Ruth finally seemed to have gotten the message because she stopped calling. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ After a couple of days I started leaving the cell phone instead of turning it out and checking for messages every couple of hours. A week went by and it slowly dawned on me that I was going to have to change my mind set. I had absolutely no idea of how long it would take - if it even happened - for Ruth to get around to divorcing me. I knew I could have gone without sex for the three to six months it would have taken for my divorce to go through, but what if Ruth never did go for a divorce? What if she decided to just keep on fucking other guys and say piss on a divorce? I was going to have to re-evaluate my stance on wedding vows. I remembered what Brenda Maxon said when we first met. About how I seemed to be able to be selective in which vows I chose to honor. I was definitely going to have to rethink my position on that. It was a Wednesday and I was occupying a bar stool and nursing a PBR. It was early and the open mike part of the evening hadn't started yet. While waiting I let my eyes roam the room looking at the unescorted women in attendance and wondered if any of them played. I had to laugh at myself when I had that thought. I had been out of the game for so long I wasn't even sure I could remember how to go about hooking up with one of them. I decided that I didn't want to stick around and I finished my beer and headed for my apartment. I unlocked the door and started to open it when I heard a noise behind me and something hit my back and shoved me into the room. I stumbled and fell and before I could get up I was grabbed, picked up, set down on the couch and held there. I shook my head to clear it and then took note of my surroundings. There were two guys holding me down on the couch and Ruth was standing in front of me. "I'm sorry to have to do it this way Frank, but since I can't seem to get you to talk with me any other way I'm forced to do it this way. Larry and Alex won't hurt you. They are just here to hold you here while we talk." "Doesn't matter Ruth. We still won't be talking. I may have to sit here and listen, but I've already said all that I'm going to say to you." "You are being stupid about this Frank. You love me and you damned sure know that I love you. You may think you have reason to doubt that, but you would be wrong. You think that I can't possibly love you if I'm playing with Larry and Alex, but you would be wrong on that too. I play with them because they fill a need that you can't. That's not a shot at you Frank; it is the cold hard truth. No one man, not even the one I love to death, can give me all the sex I need. So I've been playing with Alex and Larry; so what? Have I slacked off in showering you with love and affection? No I haven't and you know it. I give you all that you can handle baby and that is where the problem lies. I give you all that you can handle and when we reach the point where you can't physically get it up any more I'm still wanting. Still wanting and needing Frank. I'm not taking anything away from you Frank. I even do it during the day so we can always be home together in the evenings. "I've never said no to you Frank and more often than not I'm the one who starts things. I spoil you rotten Frank, just the way a loving wife is supposed to treat the man she loves. There isn't going to be any divorce Frank. I know what you said when you called me the other night, but I'm never going to go for one and I'll fight any that you go for. Since there will never be a divorce you might as well come home to where you belong. You will never be sorry Frank. I promise you that you will never regret it." "That it?" I asked. "Got it all out of your system? Well let me tell you that all that you've just said doesn't mean jack shit to me. If, as you say, no one man can give you all the sex that you need you should have stayed single. You never should have gotten married. That is what marriage is all about Ruth. Taking yourself off the market; taking yourself out of play and committing to one man. There was nothing in the wedding vows that said you could go out and play if the man you committed to couldn't do it for you. When you said "I do" you committed yourself to me and me alone. Not to me and others to be named later. "It is your misfortune that you married a man who has old fashioned values. There are a lot of men out there who would go along with your ideas and let you play. Modern thinkers who would jump at your idea because it would free them up to play also. I'm not one of them. My wife has to be mine and mine alone. Once you took on your first lover you were no longer mine alone and our marriage was over. I have no idea when you first took on a lover, but that was when our marriage died. The instant you let him touch you for the first time is the exact moment in time our marriage ended. I just didn't know it until recently. But I do know it now and we are done. I dropped the divorce when you chose to fight it because I wasn't willing to spend thousands and thousands of dollars and spend all the time it would have taken to go through the process. "The important thing that you need to take from this meeting that you arranged is that I am through with you. You can hang around and stalk me all you want and it will do you no good. I do not want you any more Ruth. I cannot make it any plainer than that. I do not want you. When I filed I fully intended to stay celibate until the divorce was final, but since you decided to fight I've changed my mind. I'm going to go out and play and I am not going to hide it. It will be right out there for you to see. I'll give you all the grounds that you need to divorce me for infidelity. If you never do divorce me it won't bother me one little bit. The bottom line here Ruth is that you and I are over. There is no way we will ever get back together." "There is one way." "Not likely." "I'm pregnant." "How wonderful for you. Is the father Alex or Larry?" "It is yours Frank." "And you think I believe you?" "Doesn't matter if you do or don't it is still yours." "Not until a DNA test proves that it is and even then so what? All it means is that the kid will grow up with a round heeled slut for a mother. I won't be around to get attached to it." "You would turn your back on your own child?" "In the first place I don't even believe that you are pregnant. I see it as just another attempt on your part to get back with me and I'm not buying it. Even if you are pregnant and it is mine it won't get us back together. It just means that the child will start its life with separated parents and it will grow up the same as other children of divorced or separated parents have. Every other weekend and a couple of weeks in the summer with dad. Every other holiday with dad. All the rest of its time will be spent with his slut of a mother except for babysitters when mommy goes out to get fucked by who knows how many men." "That's a rotten thing to say!" "Why? The truth hurts? I've only known about you, Alex and Larry for a couple of weeks now and I have no idea how far back you started stabbing me in the back and how many men there were between then and now. And save your breath. I wouldn't believe you anyway if you were to say it only started recently and that it has only been Alex and Larry." Then I looked at both Alex and Larry and said, "You mind letting me go now? I believe all has been said that needed to be said and I really need to use the bathroom." They let go of me and I hit the head and took a badly needed whiz. When I returned to the living room both Larry and Alex were gone, but Ruth was still there. The look on my face must have screamed out "Why the fuck are you still here" and she must have read it because she said: "I'm still here because in spite of what you said I'm not giving up. I will never divorce you and I will never stop trying to get us back together. I love you Frank and you know I do. You can deny it all you want, but I know you still love me. Yes, you are pissed at me and rightly so, but in my defense you were never supposed to know and what you didn't know wouldn't hurt you. I always did it during the day and in a place you never, at least to my knowledge, went to. And regardless of what you might think it hasn't been going on for years. It did get its start when we got married, but I never acted on it until six months ago. "Once we were married and started making love on a regular basis my body started to change. The more we made love the more I wanted to make love. It got to the point where you would fall asleep and I would get up and go into the bathroom and try to get one more orgasm using my fingers, a hair brush handle or even a toothbrush. Understand me here Frank; you gave me all you had and it was always great and you never failed to get me off, but eventually you wouldn't be able to get it up any more and you would go to sleep leaving me wanting and needing more. Nights when you went four times it still wasn't enough. I needed more. I couldn't tell you that. You would have taken it as a blow to your ego, your self- esteem that you couldn't get the job done. I could not do that to you. I just could not hurt you that way. I loved you too much to hurt you Frank so I kept quiet about my problem. "If I would have told you you couldn't have done anything anyway. How many times did we make love three or four times and I kept trying to get one more out of you? That isn't a slam at you Frank. Your body just would not let it happen. You have it all over Larry and Alex in the making love department, but you were just not physically able to give me more. I know you wanted to, but your body just wouldn't let it happen. Alex and Larry gave me enough during the day so that when you got through with me at night I could snuggle up to you and go to sleep instead of going into the bathroom and trying to get myself off again. All they were getting Frank is what you couldn't use anyway. And I have to say it again; this is not a slam at you. From everything I've read and from what I've heard from the girls I know you are exceptional in that you can go three and four times. Alex has only made it three times once since I started with him and Larry has never managed to go more than twice. The problem was never with you Frank. The problem is with me. Can't you accept that and love me?" "That isn't the problem here Ruth. I do love you and a part of me always will. But as I said earlier I am an old fashioned kind of guy with old fashioned beliefs and one of those beliefs is that my woman is mine. Mine alone Ruth. Mine alone until she isn't and you stopped being mine when you first let another man touch you. Also you need to think about all you have just said. I can't satisfy you and I'll accept that it isn't a slap at my abilities, but the fact remains that you have needs that I can't meet and you can deny it all you want, but you are going to want to get those needs met even if I were to take you back. You can say "Oh no; I've learned my lesson. Never again" but I wouldn't believe you. The need was so great that you acted on it and regardless of what you might say the need will still be there and you will eventually try to get it met. "You will remember being caught and you will plot and plan to take steps to see to it that you won't be caught again, but you would get caught because I wouldn't believe it when you said "Never again." I would always be watching you for the slightess sign that you were up to your old tricks. I won't live like that Ruth. I would never trust you again and I will not live like that. I just won't. Accept it Ruth. We are done. Our marriage is over and there is no way to bring it back. If you are indeed pregnant and it is indeed mine the best you will get from me is that we can be friendly exes. That's it Ruth. That is all that it can ever be. Now if you don't mind I need to get to bed. I have a long hard day waiting for me at work tomorrow and I'm going to need the rest." "Friends with benefits Frank." "No Ruth; not even that." She stood up and said, "I'm not giving up Frank. I'm never going to give up." I shrugged and she came over to kiss me, but I turned my face away from her. I saw a tear run down her cheek as she turned and walked out of the apartment. As she left I had another thought and I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought of it sooner. Multiple partners and STDs seemed to go together. Maybe Larry, being married had limited his catting around to just Ruth, but then again maybe not. I'd pulled the private detective before he could dig into Alex and so I knew nothing about him. He could very well be out looking to hook up with whatever he could find when he wasn't fucking Ruth. I decided that I'd better get myself checked out ASAP. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ When I got to work in the morning I got out the Yellow Pages and found a clinic fairly close to work and I called and made an appointment for that afternoon. Fortunately I had so much work on my plate that it occupied my mind and I was able to shove my personal problems into the background. At the clinic they told me I could call them in two days for the results of the tests. I managed to keep myself busy through the weekend and on Tuesday I called the clinic and was told that I was clean. I called Brenda Maxon and brought her up to date. I told her what I'd told Ruth at our little meeting on Wednesday and then I told her about going to the clinic to get tested and then she said: "I could have saved you the money. When I found out what Larry was up to I went and had myself tested and found out I was clean. He has only been with your wife since I was last tested so you should be clean too." "Maybe, but she was fucking another guy besides Larry and who knows what he might have and might have given her." I told Brenda that Ruth just might have me watched and then I asked her if under the circumstances she still wanted to take her revenge with me. "If Ruth does have me watched and she found out about us she just might share that information with Larry." "It isn't likely that she will have you watched if what she said to you was true. If she never intends to give you a divorce and is never going to give up trying to get back with you she isn't going to waste money on a private detective." "There is one other thing. Ruth says she is pregnant and if it is true it might be Larry's child. No way of knowing for sure, but I will not accept that it is mine until a DNA test is run and shows that it is mine. If it is Larry's she might try to get child support from him and that will bring things out into the open where you are concerned." "That would change things some, but I'll gamble that it is yours and worry about the other possibility later. When would you like to get together?" "My schedule is wide open so it will need to be you who decides when." Larry bowls on Tuesday nights and has a lodge meeting on Thursday nights. I can also take a long time to do the grocery shopping on Saturday or Sunday." "Tuesdays and Thursdays will work for me and I'm all for getting together. If you are sure in your own mind about Ruth not watching me we can use my apartment, but please be sure. I don't care if she finds out, but I know your desire is to stay with Larry." "You know her better than I do. What do you think? Will she hold to her never give up stance?" "I believe that it will start out that way and knowing how stubborn she is she will probably stay that way for a while. Most likely until her baby is born and then if the DNA test shows that it is mine she will hang in there just a little while longer, but eventually she will give up. My best guess would be for six months or so after the baby arrives." "That will give us a year without having to worry about it." "Again, I have to say that I don't care, but please, please make sure that you are willing to take the chance. I don't want to ruin things for you." "I'm good with it. All I need is an address and a time." I gave her my address and told her I usually got home from work around six. Tuesday I got home at five forty-five and found Brenda already there sitting in her car waiting for me. I already knew from our first meeting that she was a great looking woman, but it looked like she had put a little extra effort on herself for our first intimate meeting. A silvery sheath dress that looked like it had been spray painted on her and four inch CFM pumps. Not knocking Ruth any because she was gorgeous and sexy, but why Larry was fucking around with Ruth when he had something like Brenda at home just didn't make sense to me. Brenda did have something Ruth didn't have. What it was I didn't know, but where Ruth couldn't get more than four times out of me Brenda got five. First time in my life I was able to go more than four times and it was Brenda who pulled it out of me. I was lying on my back completely knackered and looking up at her when she said: "This isn't right. This just isn't right. After what we just did we are supposed to be able to snuggle up to each other and fall to sleep in each other's arms. I want to. I really really want to but I can't. I have to be home by ten-thirty. Thursday good for you?" I nodded a yes. I had just enough left to walk her to the door. I kissed her goodbye and then fell on the bed and slept like a log until the alarm drug me out of bed in the morning. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Tuesday must have been something of a special circumstance because over the next eight months Brenda was never again able to get five times out of me. She always got three and occasional four and she seemed satisfied with that. My almost three times daily phone calls from Ruth slacked off to two or three a week and then once weekly and finally they stopped all together. I never took any of the calls and I made sure that we never met face to face. Brenda had come into some money from her parents and she used some of it to periodically check up on Larry. "I feel more comfortable knowing what the snake is up to." He was still seeing Ruth only now it was at the place we had shared instead of the Hilton. According to Ruth's PI there were three other men besides Larry visiting Ruth. Brenda and I had to cut back some when the winter/spring leagues ended. Larry didn't bowl in a summer league and we had to make due with Thursdays and an occasional Saturday or Sunday. Ruth had the baby and a DNA test showed that I was not the father. I have no idea how she did it because to be totally honest I don't care, but Brenda was able to find out that the child wasn't Larry's either. I'm doing well at work and I'm comfortable in my relationship with Brenda. So much so that I told her that if she ever decided to dump Larry I would divorce Ruth and set up house with her in a heartbeat. She just smiled and said: "Who knows what the future will bring?" And then she drug me to bed and tried to fuck my eyes out.