Many thanks to Techsan for editing this story.
It was a chilly and windy midwinter evening with large snowflakes filling the air, which caused my best friend Alexander - "Lex" among his friends - to drive slowly on that lonely Scandinavian county road. We were on our way to my home in a rented Ford Transit van. Due to the bad weather we were later than planned, but I didn't care because this sad day couldn't be worse than it already was.
All lights in my house were switched off but as expected, a black BMW, covered by several centimeters of newly fallen snow, stood parked on my driveway. Had I not fixed the lock in my garage, the BMW would have been hidden inside there. Lex parked the Ford on the street so the BMW would have a free way out.
Lex asked me, "Are you okay?"
Lex kept talking, "So far it seems to be exactly as you feared. Do you still want to go on as you've planned?"
I think Lex was a bit unsure about me because he asked, "Okay, I'm with you but stay cool. For heavens sake don't go too far."
"No, I'll only do what I have to do."
We went to the house, I unlocked and opened the front door and we went in. Lex took up his digital camera, I waited while he made it ready, and then he followed me to the master bedroom. No reaction from the room when I slowly opened the door. Then I switched on the light and rushed to the bed, dragged off the comforter and just as expected, we saw two naked people sleeping there. One of them was my common-law wife Anna-Lena and the other was Samuel Albertson, an accountant working with her and usually known by his nickname "Ass-Hole-Albertson".
Anna-Lena began screaming when I dragged Albertson off the bed, hit him hard several times in his belly with my right fist before giving him a hard kick between his legs so he fell to the floor. With a hard kick to his ass I ordered him to rise up from the floor. When he was up, I dragged him to the front door where a new hard kick to his naked ass sent him flying in the snow. Lex took pictures as fast as the flash on the camera allowed him to do.
Back in the bedroom I shouted to Anna-Lena, "The damn asshole out there needs his clothes."
She screamed, "Oh, my God! Did you throw him out naked in a snowstorm?"
"Shut up and don't blame me. I didn't strip him. Get his damn clothes out of my house."
She collected his clothes and left the bedroom. I think she put on a coat and her boots at the hall before she went out to him and a few minutes later we heard him drive away.
When Anna-Lena was back in the house I told her that I didn't wanted any excuses or explanations because the only thing that remained for her to do in this house was to get dressed, pack her belongings and get out. But the only thing she could do for the time being was to sit down in a kitchen chair and cry loudly. After a while she dressed, rang for a taxi and left.
Lex went for the Ford and we took in the cardboard boxes to the house and he and I began to pack Anna-Lena's clothes and other personal belongings in the boxes.
In the morning we loaded the boxes and her new TV into the van and I took it to her parents' house. Nobody opened the entrance door when we rang the bell, so we piled the cardboard boxes and the TV against the house. While looking at the windows both Lex and I was sure we saw somebody watching us behind the curtains.
Anna-Lena's driving license was cancelled for speeding and as I owned her car we let it remain in the garage. Back at the house we changed all locks before we left for the next town, which was Lex's current hometown where he had rented the Ford Transit. After a short stop at his home we went skiing for a week in the mountains where our two friends already were waiting for us in a rented cabin.
I'm Michael Hagen, a 32 years old owner of a small but rather profitable small factory, specializing in making patented high quality steel clips, sold to customers in 14 countries. It was my uncle who invented and built the automatic multi-operation machine, the only one of its kind, which makes them. When he retired, he sold it to me for a fair price. A single mother working half time and I were the only employees.
Once again I had had a crushed relationship. I sent Anna-Lena a text message and suggested we meet to sharing some other things in our home when I got back from my vacation.
Lex, me and the two other friends, whom we joined at our vacation, used to be lucky with horses. We put some money on V75 every week and so far we had gone plus every year. V75 is a very popular and very big weekly horse game. The simple rule is to pick out the winners in seven trotting races. Seven winners in a bet can give anything between 100 and 20,000,000 equal to US$ depending on the number of unexpected high odds winners in the races and far less prizes for bets with for six and five winners.
Of course, to pick out seven winners in seven races would be a genuine mission impossible if it hadn't been for the very low price, equal to 8 US cent a bet. Most people used to pick out a single winner in two of the races and have the other five races covered with several horses in each race. Our gang usually gambled for amounts equal to 200 - 250 in US$ a week, which gave us system with 1500 - 2000 bets.
If I could be regarded as lucky with horses, it was quite opposite with girlfriends. Usually it was easy for me both to get them and get rid of them. Sanne, the girl before Anna-Lena was a real beauty, tall, slim, and naturally blond but unfortunately she fit into the description "stupid blonde".
Many guys in town regarded me as a fool when I dumped her but I found it impossible to be with a woman who never did anything at all at home and spent everything she earned on clothes, hair and make-up equipment. Though I got some money from V75 and took a fair salary from my company, which gave me a good living for an average guy, I was too poor to afford an expensive trophy girl like Sanne, especially after her interest for sex began to be limited to quickies. We parted without quarrel and she almost immediately met a wealthier guy who was happy with a new trophy girlfriend.
I met Anna-Lena, who was quite different and in many ways a dream girl during our first four years together until her company hired Ass-Hole-Albertson as their new accountant.
Albertson is a funny guy in many strange ways. He is the most clever and best-paid tax expert and accountant in this small town. Living a good life with a lovely beautiful wife, two nice small kids and one of the nicest houses in town, he got into serious problems when his wife at last caught him cheating. She kept him sweating for some time before she forgave him after counseling and his promises never to do it again. To keep some pressure on him she demanded and he agreed to give her their expensive house as her private property. Albertson kept his promises and was faithful for almost a year before he was caught again. Now she kicked him out and filed for divorce.
After sharing their stocks, bank accounts and losing the expensive house, Albertson moved in with his mother in her big house. Though he had several discrete affairs while married, now he forgot all scruples. He sold his family car and bought an expensive BMW as a real "extender". In this country we have a national car register with three random chosen characters and three digits on the plates. Albertson's BMW had a plate that began with AHA.
The rumors goes that the first time Albertson came to the Golf Club with his new BMW and began bragging about the car, one of the present members said, "If you're taking that damn 'extender' to Scotland during your next golf trip there, the Scots will be convinced that AHA stands for 'Ass-Hole-Albertson'"
After some laughter, one of the other golfers, who obviously didn't like Albertson said, "It means exactly the same thing here too."
Like we use English words such as 'swing', 'hook', 'green', 'birdie', 'eagle', 'hole in one' and several others in golf, Albertson's new English nickname was accepted without any problem among the golfers.
From that moment many club members began to call him for Ass-Hole-Albertson, probably because he had caused a very sad divorce for a nice couple at the club and his habits of using his wealth and social talents for seducing and fucking other men's wives and girlfriends rather soon got his new nickname spread all over the town.
Albertson didn't like me very much since I had refused to vote for him as chairman in our Marina Club, which had left him yelling at me about paying back with interest.
Obviously he saw his possibilities to get "two flies in one hit" when the old accountant at Anna-Lena's work retired and Albertson was hired to replace him. Probably he would have made his attempts on a lovely woman like Anna-Lena whoever she had been married to. But now he didn't see any disadvantages of both getting even with me and fucking the very nice woman I intended to marry in the future.
As usual, Albertson did a good job when he immediately saw how old and inefficient their accounting system was and persuaded the owners to purchase new modern computer programs and assisted Anna-Lena to get used to them.
Of course they had lunches together now and then and as there were nothing strange with that I hadn't any reason to care about what Anna-Lena did at her work or with whom she had her lunch.
.... There is more of this story ...