Chapter 3: The Conclusion

My dad came over to Beth's desk and ripped her resignation in half and handed it back to her, smiled and went back to his office.

In the following days Beth and I were able to talk about her past and I told her we never had to talk about it again. We saw each other most everyday either at the bank, when I came over to the main office or after hours when we went out to dinner or just spent time together in her condo.

We made love at least a couple of times a week. There is nothing that I wouldn't do for her, or her for me. She loved it when I sucked on her toes or spent a lot of time kissing her belly below her bellybutton. We almost always made love but every now and then we would have raw sex like when I would take her anal or she would let me come in her mouth.

My dad found out that Brad worked for his father as a salesman at his auto dealership. He made an appointment to go see Brad and his dad at their business.

"What do you want?" said Brad. "I'm suing your son for what he did to me. I can't help it if his girlfriend's a slut."

My dad said he got really mad and could have put the son of a bitch back in the hospital. Brad's dad stepped between them and told his son to watch his mouth. It already put him in the hospital once.

My dad looked at Brad and said, "Listen you belligerent cock-sucker. I love Beth as my daughter and you call her a slut one more time it will take more than your dad to keep me from killing you. I got Beth's school records as well as yours and I know what you did to her. The only reason you were allowed to graduate was because she didn't file charges but that's going to change."

"What do you mean change?" asked Brad's father.

"You and your son know what he did and I convinced Beth to file the charges which if you're convicted, you'll be spending quite a bit of time in prison."

"You don't have any proof," replied Brad.

"On the contrary. I contacted a few of the other guys that were at the gangbang, Lance and Dan will both testify that you arranged everything and the records show that you were the one that brought syphilis to the college. I think I have a pretty good case. There is no limitation on time to file charges for what you did."

"Wait," said Brad's dad. "Is there any way we can talk this through and settle out of court?"

"As much as I would prefer to see your son go to prison I don't really want to put Beth through this if I don't have to. If your son drops all charges against Jerrod and you send him to another of your dealerships away from this city where Beth or Jerrod would never have to see him, we won't file the lawsuit."

"Bullshit! You won't file any suit," replied Brad.

His father told him to shut his fucking mouth as I threw the lawsuit folder on the desk. "I need your answer now. I can either go back to my bank or to the courthouse. Your choice."

Mr. Murray picked up the folder and read all the charges against his son. I could tell his son had never told him the truth.

Brad looked scared to death. He played his trump card and lost. His dad looked at him and told him to call his lawyer and cancel the damn lawsuit. He knew I wasn't bluffing and even though his son was an asshole he was still his son.

Brad made the call and I reminded him that there was no time limit on what he did to Beth and that I never wanted to see his fucking face again. I left their office and could hear his father calling him every name in the book. His dad had looked through the file and saw what his son was accused of doing.

I went back to my lawyer's office and told him the good news. He called the courts and verified that the case against Jerrod was dropped. Dad stopped by the restaurant where the altercation took place and talked to the owner who knew my dad. He said since the case against Jerrod was dropped that he would see that any charges stemming from the altercation at the restaurant would be dropped also. Dad did promise the owner that our wedding reception would be held there.

I went with Beth the following weekend to meet her parents. They were pretty old fashion and mom told me that I should ask her dad for Beth's hand in marriage. I don't know why but I was a little scared in meeting her parents again but they were very nice people.

When I ask them for Beth's hand in marriage they both smiled. They knew what I did for a living since they had stopped by the office when Beth first started at the bank. Beth showed them her engagement ring and said now we could make plans for the wedding. They wanted to pay for our wedding but I told them it wasn't necessary we were financially able to handle it.