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I was sitting there in a nice restaurant minding my own business when I heard the commotion across the aisle. I looked up and a man was standing up yelling at this woman. "You fucking bitch, slut, whore, get the fuck out of my life. Take your fucking bastard kids with you."
Before I could get up and stop him he backhanded the woman. I grabbed him and gave him a punch to the face, bloodying his nose and knocking him down. By then, the manager had shown up with two male employees, picked the man up and took him to the nearest exit and threw him out.
Minutes later, the police showed up and talked to the man out in the parking lot. I helped the distressed woman up and took some ice cubes out of a glass and wrapped them in a cloth napkin and she held it against her cheek. I guided her out the front door with all the spying eyes watching us.
The police separated the two of us and talked with me. I told them exactly what happened and that I stopped the man from beating on the woman more than he had already done. I explained that I didn't know either of the two people involved but did what I felt was right. I went back into the restaurant and finished my dinner. The manager came over and thanked me for helping out and told me my dinner was on the house. I told him in that case I would have dessert.
I was sitting there eating my free dessert wondering what the hell I just did. I butted into an argument between two people not even knowing either one of them. I did what I felt was right on impulse. I wondered how I would have acted if I had thought about it. Hell, the idiot might have had a gun or something. I still felt good about myself believing I did the right thing. In fact a number of people came up to me and congratulated me as they left the restaurant. I had to get back to work, but I was feeling pretty good about myself, even though my knuckles hurt.
I was a personnel manager at one of the local businesses. I had to get back and do some interviews for a couple of positions. My bosses wanted my opinions by the end of the week. These positions needed filling and I was the first interviewer. They counted on me not to waste their time on applicants who didn't meet the criteria they wanted. They knew I was good at my job and almost always went with my recommendations. We had to fill two positions: an engineer and an assistant personnel manager.
My duties were getting heavy with contract negotiation time coming up. I had two people for the bosses to look at for the engineering position but my assistant hunt wasn't going too well. I had interviewed about twelve people with decent credentials but didn't feel secure with any of them yet. I wanted a go-getter but not so far as to think they could replace me. There were a couple of really cocky men that thought the world owed them a living. I had four more interviews set up, two for today and two tomorrow.
My next interviewee was a good looking woman. She had good prior knowledge of personnel departments. She was a secretary for one in her last job. The last man I interviewed didn't have the understanding of the union plant. He wouldn't be a good negotiator. Well, two more interviews tomorrow. So far the secretary had my vote.
I went home to my apartment. I lived alone now. I had been married but like in most cases it was either cheating or money problems that resulted in divorce. Mine was a cheating wife due to mistaken identity. Maybe that needs a little more explaining.
In my younger days - I am now forty-four - I was known to be a ladies man. I couldn't help it. I liked my women. If I saw a pair of thighs or tight pants I went after it. My only requirement was that the woman not be married. As much as I loved to look at married women, I didn't want to be responsible for their divorces. I had my share of women, all sizes and shapes. I did prefer women who were slightly overweight. Not obese but enough overweight to give me something to hold on to.
I met my ex-wife about fifteen years ago. My single friends and I went to the local nightclubs. That seemed to be the place where the women let loose. I ran into Bree there. She was a looker. We hooked up pretty quickly and spent most of our time together. She was divorced at the time because of catching her husband with his secretary. She walked in with a dinner for him since he said he was working late. As she approached his door, she saw he had his secretary bent over the desk with her skirt up on her back with no panties in sight. He was plowing her with everything he had. They were making so much noise that they didn't see Bree walk in. He exploded into his secretary and then turned around and saw Bree.
Too late for any excuses, she screamed that he needed not come home. He could stay with his slut. She would be at the divorce lawyer's the following day. They had only been married for two years at the time. By the time I met her, she was divorced and out sowing her wild oats. I remember her saying, if she had to do it all over, she would have picked up some guy and fucked him in front of her ex to get revenge. I laughed and told her I better remember that.
To cut a long story short Bree and I were married about six months later. Our life was good. That was just before I got my promotion to personnel manager. She had a good job as a department head in one of the local department stores. Our life looked like it was going somewhere and was very satisfying. We didn't have any kids, not that we didn't want any, but it just hadn't happened. We took trips together and enjoyed our life. Whenever we got with friends my buddies would tell her what a pussy hound I was.
I remember I had to keep telling her, "Used to be pussy hound. Since I met her I was true blue."
My friend were big kidders and jokers. They were always playing jokes and pranks on each other. They never hurt each other but got pretty raunchy once in awhile.
One time Bree got a little aggravated. I could hear it in her voice. She told everyone that if I ever cheated she would get even. I laughed and told her she didn't need to worry because I had no intention of cheating on her.
It was about two weeks later that my buddies thought they would have a little fun with me. One of them took his girlfriend up to my office while another one of my friends called my wife and told her to bring me a dinner. I would be working late. The whole idea was when she walked in they would all just have a laugh. They didn't know that was the exact circumstances of her first divorce.
I had a dinner appointment with my bosses, who were all involved in the latest contract. I know I had told my wife I would be home late because of the meeting. I don't remember now whether I told her it was a dinner meeting. It wasn't that important to know anyway.
I had no idea my friends were going to do this. Well, Bree showed up with some Chinese food and was headed to my office. Bill had his girlfriend over my desk plowing her fields. When Bree heard the sounds she got closer to the door. She could see a man fucking a woman through the screens. Of course she thought it was me. She didn't go into the office. She just dropped the food right there on the floor and headed out the door crying. My friends didn't catch up to her in time as she got in her car and drove off.
I was sitting at the table when my cell phone went off. It was Bill telling me what had happened. I told my bosses I had an emergency and had to leave. They said the meeting was about over anyway. I rushed to my car and went to the office. Bill and his girlfriend along with Jim and his wife were there. They apologized over and over to me. I told them the one they needed to apologize to was Bree and we all headed to my house so they could explain the prank and misunderstanding to Bree.
We went into the house and called for Bree. She didn't answer. I headed upstairs to see if she was in the bedroom. She was there alright with a total stranger between her legs pumping her for all he was worth. As I entered the room she looked at me and asked, "How does it feel, you cheating bastard?" as she laughed at me. At that point all my friends came into the room and saw Bree spread eagled with this stranger she had picked up.
I turned around and walked out. My friends tried to stop me but I kept going.
Jim called me the next day and apologized again. He told me what transpired after I left.
Jim's explanation of what happened after I walked out:
We all stood there wondering what had happened. At about the same time the stranger pumped his load into Bree.
He got up and told her, "Anytime you want to get even again, lovely lady, give me a call."
He left her a card and smiled at them as he walked past them.
Bree looked at them and said, "Where the fuck is he. I want to know his fucking response."
Jim spoke first, "He left Bree. He walked out the door. The reason we are all here was to tell you that Jack didn't fuck anyone."
"He did, too. I saw him, in his office, fucking some woman."
Barb spoke, "It was me, Bree. I was having sex with Bill. God, I'm so sorry. We were just playing a little joke on you and Jack. You ran out so fast we weren't able to catch you. We called Jack and told him and waited for him to get back to the office. He asked us all to come over here and apologize to you. That's why we're here."
"Where was Jack then, if he wasn't there?"
Jim spoke, "He had that contract dinner meeting with his bosses. Remember, he told you about it the other day when we were all together."
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