Her car wasn't in the drive or the garage when I got home and that was rare. Ginny almost always beat me home from work and had dinner halfway done before I got there. I walked into the kitchen to get a cold one from the fridge, opened it and took a sip before seeing the box on the kitchen table with an envelope taped to it. I walked over and saw that the envelope had my name on it. I opened it and read the short letter inside:
I'm sorry, but I had to do it this way because I couldn't bear to face you. It isn't anything that you did honey, it is me. You are a great guy and a wonderful husband and any other girl would fight to the death to keep you. The problem is me. I'm missing a part, lacking something, and our marriage just isn't working for me. I love you baby and I probably always will, but I'm not the girl for you. You can do better baby, much better.
I opened the box and found her checkbook, credit cards, house keys and her wedding rings. Man, I never saw it coming.
I am a natural born flirt. I love the ladies and you can always find me near them and flirting outrageously. Married, engaged, going steady or single, it makes no never mind to me. However, my flirting does have an edge to it. The women know that I'm flirting, but I do it in such a way that they also know if they decide to call my bluff I'll be on them in a heartbeat. A case in point - Marion. A good looking woman, a good ten years older than me, but sexy in a Sophia Loren way.
Marion was married, but was having troubles with hubby. He wasn't paying her any attention, their sex life had dwindled almost to ziltch and it didn't seem to matter what she did he just wasn't interested. I could sense that things weren't going well with her and I increased my level of flirting with her to try and cheer her up. I wasn't looking for anything out of it, I never do with married women, but I had to se if I could lift her spirits. It seemed like I did and before long Marion was flirting back. I made soft pass after soft pass at her and complimented her on her looks. I told her a dozen times I'd throw her over my shoulder and carry her off to my cave if I thought I could get away with it.
The flirting went on for weeks and one day during lunch break Marion sat down across from me and asked:
"Doing anything after work tonight?"
"No, nothing on the schedule, why?"
"Because I want to see your cave sweetie."
I looked at her, trying to gauge whether she was 'funning me' or not, and then I said:
"Short visit or are you going to stay for a while and check out the corners and deeper, darker recesses?" Notice I didn't ask her if she really meant it or if she was sure about it, just are you coming for a 'quickie' or are you going to stay a while?
As it turned out she stayed for quite a while. Hubby went out of town for two weeks and she spent every night of those two weeks in my bed. That happened five weeks ago and she still visits me once or twice a week. So, I flirt, but my flirting has that little edge.
There are two really hot women where I work. Tongue stiffening hot if you know what I mean. Elise is married and has two kids and Sue is single, but 'professionally' engaged. Professionally engaged is my term for a woman who can't seem to make up her mind. Sue was engaged and broke up with the guy, had a new boyfriend within three days, became engaged to him and a month later she broke up with him and then the cycle repeated. She had gone through six engagements in the year I had worked with her.
I flirted outrageously with Elise and she flirted back. She would tell me that things at home weren't going good and if Herb (her husband) didn't get his head out of his ass she just might give me a taste. But it always seemed like Herb would suddenly wake up and get with the program. I never for once believed that Herb was slacking off in his duties, it was just the way Elise flirted with me.
Sue was different. I hadn't had a steady lady since Ginny had walked out on me (my fault-I just didn't trust women for a while after that) and I dearly wanted Sue to be the one hanging on my arm. I flirted with her while she was going steady, while she was engaged, while she was 'seeing someone' and waited to catch her between guys, but it never happened. I always seemed to hear about her latest breakup a week after it happened and by the time I made my move she would already be seeing someone else, but I kept trying.
The house that Ginny and I had bought when we got married was an older house - it was built during the building boom that followed World War Two and it was what could be called a 'fixer-upper.' I'm pretty handy with tools and I'm also a pretty good carpenter so we bought it at a damned good price and I went to work on it. It took a few years, but we got it to where we wanted it and then settled back to enjoy it and then - not too much later - Ginny was gone. Eight months after she left I found out we had termites in the sill plates.
I spent a couple of months trying all of the 'self-help' remedies I could find and didn't accomplish much of anything. I finally broke down and called in a professional which is why I found myself spending a few days at the Starlight Motel while the house was fumigated, treated and whatever else it was that they did. The Starlight was close to work and had several good restaurants close by. My normal schedule was to get up, pack myself a lunch and have lunch in the break room at work. Living in the motel and having no way to pack a lunch I would leave work at lunch time, go to one of the restaurants and then go back to work.
It was my third day at the motel and after lunch that day I decided to stop by my motel room on the way back to work. I pulled up in front of my unit and got out of the car and I was headed for my door when the door to the next unit opened and out walked Elise and Sue. I don't know who was the most surprised, the two women or me. A glance past them at the rumpled bed told me the rest of the story and as Elise was asking, "What are you doing here" and Sue was snarling, "Did you follow us?" I took out my key, opened my door, said, "I live here" and I went inside and closed the door behind me leaving them standing there staring at each other.
I couldn't believe it. Two of the sexiest women I had ever seen were into girls - specifically, into each other. Suddenly it was clear to me why Sue had all those boyfriends and fiancés - they didn't exist! They were cover stories to keep guys like me at arms length and to keep us from finding out, or figuring out, that she was gay. Who would have thunk it! Women were constantly surprising me. Ginny's abrupt disappearance, Marion's wanting to see my 'cave' and now Sue and Elise. Damn! Sure was going to make things interesting at work. Luckily it was Friday and if I could just get through the afternoon I'd have a weekend where I could avoid them.
That afternoon I stayed in my office until quitting time and never saw Elise or Sue until it was time to leave. I saw both of them in the parking lot heading for their cars and neither one looked my way. I moved back into my house Saturday and for the rest of the weekend I was so busy that I never gave a thought to Sue and Elsie until I was dressing to go to work Monday.
I had no idea how I was going to handle Monday. I was no homophobe; as far as I was concerned two consenting adults were free to do whatever they wanted and it was none of my business. I was, however, pissed that two women, either of which I would have killed for, were wasted on each other. Sounds stupid and I know it, but that is how I thought - two beautiful and sexy women and a man couldn't have them. Well, not this particular man anyway although Elise's husband must be doing okay (unless the two kids were adopted).
I'd pretty much made up my mind that the way to handle it was to pretend it never happened and hope that the girls approached it the same way. No such luck. Sue was sitting in my office when I got there and I hadn't even set my briefcase down before she was after me.
"I hope you are satisfied with yourself. Poor Elise is a wreck because of you."
"Because of me?"
"Yes you. Who have you told? Did you get your jollies spreading what you found out?"
It sure hadn't taken her long to piss me off so I gave her what I considered an appropriate response. I stood up and said:
"Get the fuck out of my office you belligerent cunt and stay the fuck away from me."
She turned pale and got up and hurried out. I think she thought she could bully 'sweet old easy going Rob' and my reaction was a shock to her. I was still seething when Elise came into my office an hour later. She sat down in the chair across from me and I could see that she was nervous as hell. I just sat there and looked at her until she finally said;
"I asked her to stay away from you, but she never listens."
"She said I was making you a nervous wreck."
"Well, I am a nervous wreck, but why shouldn't I be? No one was ever supposed to find out. I've been scared to death that you would tell somebody and that it would get around and eventually get back to my husband. It would kill him to find out. He is a very insecure person. It would be bad if it was another man, but a woman? God, Herb could never handle that."
I smiled at her and gave a little chuckle.
"What's funny about this?" she wanted to know.
"Just all those times you indicated that I might get a shot someday if Herb didn't get his head out of his ass and take care of business. Now I find out that even if he never got his head out of his butt I wouldn't get a shot, Sue would."
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