Chapter 3: Three Years Later

My divorce worked its way through the court in about four months. The doctor’s second wife also divorced him. He was already paying alimony and child support to his first wife so that meant he was now paying two alimonies and three child support payments. He might have been able to handle that, I mean plastic surgeons make big money. Except when the state medical board received a copy of the video with both Mary and him explaining how the doctor exchanged sex for services, the shit hit the fan! That earned him a suspension of his license to practice. It was only for three months since he argued that it was a lie that he and Mary told when they were caught. He admitted the affair had been going on for 4 months and claimed that Mary seduced him. Who knows what the truth is? Who cares? Certainly not me. I caught my wife fucking her boss in our bed. I have the video to prove it. End of story.

I had seen Mary around town a few times but had not talked to her since she left with the doctor that Ash Wednesday. At lunch one day, three years later, she unexpectedly sat down at my table.

“Finally, Tommy. How have you been?”

“Okay.”

“Tommy, I want you to know that I made the biggest mistake of my life when I made that deal with the doctor. But I did it for us. I knew you loved big tits and I wanted to give you something special.”

She doesn’t know that I read the minutes from the licensing board. But I let her talk.

Those breasts implants turned out to be a very bad idea. One leaked silicone into my body. I had to take out a loan from the credit union at the hospital where I work to have them both removed. Now I look terrible.”

“Sorry to hear that.” I really was.

“So, you’re not working for the doctor anymore?”

“Oh no, that pretty much ended when you caught us. His wife divorced him. He closed his practice here and moved to Oregon. He works at a hospital there in Portland.”

“You guys keep in touch?”

“Uh, no not really. I hear rumors, you know, around the hospital.” My bullshit detector just went off!

“Tommy, you know I loved you. I always have, hell I probably always will.” She reached across the table and grabbed one of my hands before I could move it back. My ‘bullshit detector’ now sounds like a fire alarm!

“Tommy I was wondering if there is any chance you and I...”

She did not get to finish.

“Tommy why don’t you introduce me to your friend?”

“Wife number two meet exwife number one.”

Mary took one look at Linda, my wife of 18 months, and got up from the table. She looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Tommy.” Then she almost ran out of the restaurant. She’s probably on her way to Portland to see if the doctor can repair her tits!

“Are you thinking of leaving us and going back to wife number one?” She is grinning as she says that, so I know it is meant as a joke.

Us? Let me explain. Linda is 7 months pregnant with our twin boys.

“Not hardly, baby. How did the appointment go with the ObGyn?”

“Perfect! We are right on schedule. But there is one problem.”

“What?” I asked nervously.

“We’re starved! Get us a menu!”

I motioned for the waitress to bring her a menu and smile as she orders for three.

“Remember man you are dust and to dust you shall return.” The priest reminds of that once more at a funeral.

“Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, dirt to dirt.” What a great definition for the word DIVORCE!

We all must learn not to take everything so seriously! Just move on.