Chapter 5

I got dressed quickly, grabbed one of the cognac glasses that still had something in it and gulped it down before leaving.

I sat in my car, sobbing. My heart was broken. Yes the cuckolding hurt but that was not the worst. She broke my trust, she ignored our safe word. That is "sacred" in the BDSM community. You never ignore a safe word. For the very least you stop what you are doing and check on your partner.

It made it easier to believe that she meant all those hurtful words. Maybe I was just a "money machine" as she so elegantly put it. A toy to play with.

I was not going to hang around and find out. I could NEVER trust her again no matter what she will say. I could have had a heart attack from the stress. She ignored the safe word. She's dangerous. I'm done.

Damn that hurt. I loved her with every fiber of my body. There wasn't a thing that I would not do for her. Well almost. Is that what this was all about? Did she do all this to pay me back for not accepting hairy ass harry fucking her in our home. Oh, I don't know.

I finally resorted to my breathing exercises and calmed down a bit. I guess all of this could not have taken very long even though it seemed like hours because there was Greg coming out of his building walking towards my car. I wasn't going to talk to him or any one at that point. I started the car and drove off before he could reach it.

I headed for the office. It was after midnight and I had a bit of a hard time to convince the night watch that I was entitled to enter the building at any time. Eventually he relented and took my up in the service elevator to our offices.

There I sat at my computer and composed a letter of resignation, printed it, signed it and put it on Monique's desk together with my company credit cards and cell phone.

I was done. I no longer cared. I was broken and there was no way for Monique to put me back together again.

I went across the street to the suite, packed my bags. Luckily I had in morning left a bunch laundry to be done and it was all there clean and folded, easy to pack.

I left via a side door, I know I couldn't avoid the cameras but I did not want to go past the front desk. It was too early to head to the airport and I wasn't up to any conversation. I got into my car and headed towards the airport and checked into one of the more reasonably priced suite hotels near there.

I took a shower, finally washing the cum of my face that Monique had deposited there. I had forgotten about that and now wondered if the night watch guy had noticed it. If he did, it could add some juicy bit to the rumor mill that was going to start up in the morning.

Once showered I felt a bit better and went to bed to some troubled sleep with a scary dream of me choking on Monique's panties while she stood watching with a big smile on her face jerking on some dude's huge cock – not Greg – until he sprayed load after load of cum into my face.

I forced myself to wake up but as soon as I fell asleep there it was again.

So I finally gave up and fired up my laptop to make a list of things I needed to do.

1) call local lock smith and have all the locks changed on the lake house and have him lock the garage door from the inside so the door opener won't work. He can leave the new keys at next door.

2) call contractor and cancel his Friday appointment at the lake

3) call my lawyer, the one for a divorce. Maybe the other one too. At least alert her that there may be some work for her too.

The lawyers are kind of interesting and I keep wondering if I've ever seen them in some other place and under very different circumstances. I don't mean at the club because they are both very good golfers. No some place, somewhere else.

They are a set of very sexy ladies around our age – mid to late 30's, one a fiery red head with emerald green eyes, the other a brunette with almost coal black eyes.

The red head is the divorce lawyer and real shark. She saved Greg a ton of money during his most recent one. The brunette does corporate work and we are using her for some of the stuff that is coming down on hairy ass harry.

Some times when the two of them are together, I get some funny vibes but I've seen them having a good time – maybe even pretty hot time with guys at some of the functions at the club. I know they are not married. "Red" yes, that's what her friends call her says she's seen too many marriages go down in flames to get on that wagon. Maybe she's got something there.

4) move all of my money into a new account and get a new safety deposit box. This I'll have to do as soon as the bank opens. It will take Monique a bit before she figures out something is really, really wrong. I think at first she'll just assume that I'm pissed and that's why I didn't come to pick her up at Greg's.

5) Get a new cell phone and get in touch with Alice and Clarence, let them know what happens. Alice is going to be hopping mad because she is a stickler for "consensual, safe and sane BDMS play and ignoring a safe word is not part of that.

6) call the office and alert Cindy, Sue and Rod that I've quit and that they are on their own.

The place I where I was staying was part of some executive office park with walkways throughout the complex. So I got dressed for a run, grabbed a glass of OJ in the lobby breakfast area and headed out into a fairly crisp morning for that time of the year. A front had moved through the area moving most of the humid air mass. I found a sign indicating the start of the "trail" and after some stretching I went off. It turned out that once around was three miles and that was fine with me.

I grabbed another OJ, some coffee and a bran muffin from the breakfast bar and headed up to my room. I actually enjoyed my breakfast while watching a bit of the Today Show before taking a shower and heading out as a newly unemployed with a mission to take back control of his life.

At nine o'clock sharp I was in the assistant bank manager's office working on the papers for transferring my money into a new account. Once done we headed to the safety deposit boxes where I removed all my papers including an very special envelop that would give Monique a pretty nasty surprise.

I put all that stuff into a new box that I had arranged for and headed next door to the phone store where I got two new phones, one with all the bells and whistles including being able to make calls outside the country. The other a prepaid one that I could toss if it turned out I no longer wanted contact with those that had that number.

Next I called "Red's" office to set up an appointment for two that afternoon.

Oh by the way Michelle (the brunette) is looking for you. I'll tell her you're coming in and she can catch you then."

"Sounds great, looking forward to seeing you lovely ladies, just wish it was under different circumstances."

"Don't worry, we'll take care of you, may be even in..."

Then she stopped.

"Gotta go, see you at two, bye."

Now I wondered what she meant by that?

Next stop, a coffee shop with Wi-Fi so that I could fire up my laptop.

Once I had my coffee, just black, none of all that fancy stuff for me, I called Cindy.

"Boss, what is going on? Monique called pretty frazzled looking for you and you are not here.

"Cindy, I quit last night. My letter of resignation is on Monique's desk with my credit cards and phone. Here take this number, you can reach me on this but, please keep it from Monique. All you know is that I called you and told you about the letter."

"But why?"

"Long story. Maybe one day I'll tell you. Let Ron and Sue know what has happened. They are now in charge unless Monique makes some changes."

"Please, stay in touch, you'll be missed around here, it will never be the same and good luck."

Be the time the phone call ended, I had the numbers of both the contractor and a lock smith up on my laptop.

First I called the locksmith and told him what I needed him to do right away. He said he would take care of it but it would cost an extra 100 for the "emergency" service. I told him to go ahead and to leave both the keys and his invoice next door and would take care of it by week's end.

Next was the contractor. He sounded disappointed, I guess Monique had given him an idea of the job and he was already counting the money.

"I'll probably will have some work for you later on in late fall. For sure before Christmas. I'm guessing you'll like that even better because you'll be slow by then."

He was mollified with that.

Next I called Mrs. Shannon and told her about the locksmith and that I would see her tomorrow afternoon.

Having completed all items on my list other than to talk to the Coopers, I looked at my watch and it was only 10:30. Lots of time before my appointment with sexy lawyer duo.

So back to my laptop to check for golf courses near my current residence. I didn't want to go to the club. For one the membership was corporate and had quit and secondly I did not want to talk to anyone that I know, nor chance running into Greg.

Oh great there was a county owned one only a couple of miles from the hotel with a pretty interesting write up. So I finished my coffee, shut down the computer and headed back to my hotel to change clothes. The golf stuff was in my truck. Never leave home without it.

I went through a couple of bags of balls on the range, spent some time around the practice chipping area and finally on the putting green.

Back to the hotel, a quick shower and back to down town. I stopped for lunch at the same place I ate last night and this time I finished the whole corned beef sandwich.

The sexy lawyer duo's place of business was just a block from the diner and I asked if I could leave my car in their lot.

"No problem, we won't get busy again before 4:30 or 5 this afternoon and I guess you'll be gone by then."

"Sure thing, and thanks."

Off I went.

The building where the sexy duo had their office was very interesting. It is in sort of a "ware house" district and theirs was one of those ware houses converted to office and living spaces. It looked like that most of the ground floor was living space, with the old freight doors now being garage entrances. I saw a "for rent" sign on one of the units and filed it away in my mind to ask "Red" about the deal here. I couldn't stay out by the airport forever. Sure I could live up at the lake but I had to do something with my life. I was not ready to retire, no matter what I had been musing about a few weeks ago.

As I walked into the reception area, "Red" came out of her office.

"Hey Pete come on in. Let me just tell Michelle that you are here and that she can join us when she's ready."

She opened the door next to her office.

"Hey Mich, Pete is here. When you're ready."

Then she came towards me and instead of shaking my hand she gave me a hug. Those lovely big boobs pressing against my chest started to stir some action in my pants but before I could embarrass myself she stepped back still holding my arms and look deep into my eyes.

"Pete I'm so sorry, I really thought you guys had it together and just might make me change my mind on marriage."

Damn why don't those emerald green eyes remind me of something, some one?

She let go of me and we headed to her office. Pointing at a small conference table in one corner

"Why don't we sit there. Would you like something to drink, coffee, water?"

"No thanks, not right now. Maybe later."

"So tell me what is going on?"

But before I could get started Michelle came into the office and another hug and separation, just in time. There was a bit of smirk on Michelle's face. I think she had a pretty good idea of what was happening.

We settled down and I related the whole sorry story, starting with hairy ass harry to what had happened last night.

I told them that I had quit my job but had money so they did not have to worry about their fees.

Both got a bit angry with me.

"Hey you are a friend. We are going to take care of you the best way we know how and don't worry about our fees. We know you are good for it and we shouldn't get paid if we couldn't make Monique and Harry pay for them at the end."

As "Red" said that there was a strange glance between the two lovelies that set me to wonder.

After I laid out what I wanted from the divorce, it really was pretty straight forward because of the prenuptial agreement with the only possible bone of contention being half of the house that I now owned.

No I never filed the changed deed on the Lake house. I really don't know why, maybe because of the comment Alice made about being careful or was it just fate that I shoved it back into mind with the intention to do it when I got around to it. One of those puzzles our mind presents us with from time to time.

"I can have her served with the papers tomorrow, is that OK with you?"

"Sure go ahead, I'm going to head up to the lake in the morning".

Then I handed copies of the document in my safety deposit box to each of them.

"Here have a look at this. Tell me what you think?

I think they both must have read it at least three times because it took a while for them to react.

"WOW" from "Red" and "Holy cow" from Michelle.

"This is some bomb shell for Monique. Can the company handle it?"

"At the moment yes, two years from now, I don't know. That's why I want it all in one lump sum. I'll take a big hit on taxes but at least I have most of it. If the company goes down the tube, I could lose more."

Monique's parents must have had a much higher opinion of me than they had of their daughter. I'm pretty sure they had a fairly good idea of our special Domme/sub relationship but never let it on. Anyway the day after Monique's father's will was read, I got a call from his attorney, asking me to come to his office at my earliest convenience.

When I went the next day, he showed me a special addition to the will that was to remain secret. Well at least until now.

While the original "official" will left all their assets to Monique, there was a special provision that I would "inherit" one Million Dollars for every year of service as an officer of the company, to be paid by the company in the event the marriage to their daughter was terminated by death or divorce.

In short, the day my divorce would be final, the company owed me nine million bucks.

"Nice "golden parachute" Pete. What do you think made Monique's dad do this?"

"To be honest, I have no idea. Maybe they knew their "baby" had a character flaw. I just don't know."

"Can she contest this?"

"Sure, but it's not going to fly. She'll be wasting her money fighting it. Say would you settle for less if we could get it without a fight? I mean I'm 99 percent sure we would win, but it would take years and like you said, there may not be enough assets left by then."

"Sure Michelle, I'll "fight" but I'll accept five million. I know that amount will not put an undue burden on the finances of the company."

"Great, I work up the paper work on this. When will you be back in town?"

"Oh, I don't know for sure. You can always fax it to me at the lake."

"Say on another matter, what is the deal with the apartments here? I saw the "for rent" sign."

"Oh that one, that is a furnished six month deal starting September 1st. Two "G's a month plus utilities. You want to see it? We have the key. It belongs to friends of ours that have taken a teaching position for that time in Shanghai.

"Damn right I want to see it. I need to hang my hat some place while I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life."

So we went and looked at it. Sure enough, you practically drove into the living room with special exhaust fans kicking in as soon as the garage door was opened. In the winter also a special heater would kick in to make up for the heat loss.

There was a combo dining living space with an open kitchen to one side and a half bath. There was a loft with a circular stair case that led to two bedrooms and baths.

All of it was tastefully furnished with high quality stuff. These were not mere teachers. There was more to the story.

"Where do I sign, this great."

So we went back to the office. I signed the lease, got the garage door opener and keys to a side door.

"Welcome neighbor. I assume you are going to be at the lake for the labor day weekend, so when you come back, you can drive right in and make yourself at home."

"Neighbor?"

"Yes Michelle and I live in the one on the other end of the building, where the two garage doors are next to each other."

The mystery deepens. Partners in the law firm, partners in bed?

"Hey speaking of Labor Day" - Michelle interrupted my musing - "when are you going to invite us to that mysterious lake house of yours? No one we know at the club or anywhere else has ever been there."

"Yeah, I think I once asked Monique about it maybe a year ago or so and she called it a dump in the woods" piped up "Red".

"Ladies, it might have been a dump some years ago but no longer. I would love to have you up there but first I have to order mattresses for the guest rooms."

"Guest rooms? Like more than one?"

"How big is your bed? I mean if Monique made you sleep on the couch." came the question from Michelle.

I looked at them and I was sure there was something going on. Some special twinkle showed in their eyes.

There was that damned question again. Where did I see those emerald green eyes?

I must have blushed a bit, because they both giggled.

"Well if you must know it's a "super king size"

"You mean one of those monsters where you put two queen beds together?"

"Yep"

"Well then it's settled, we'll be there for the labor day weekend. No need to order mattresses. There is room enough for the three of us but YOU buster get the "crack""

They both cracked up laughing almost hysterically pointing at my crimson red face.

I just stammered "I'll fax you directions"

With that they shoved me out the door but not without pressing their very nice boobs into my arms giving me a kiss on each cheek.

"Take care of yourself Pete. Be careful. We'll take care of things here. No need to worry. Let us know what the forecast is for up there so we know what to pack."

I walked out of there with my head spinning. Yesterday I was a wimpy cuck according to my wife – hopefully soon to be ex. Now I have two hot chicks hitting on me, making all sorts of unspoken promises...

Life is going to very interesting. But those emerald green eyes. I could not let go of the thought that I had see them in a very different setting.

I walked back to the diner where my car was. I still was stuffed from the sandwich but knew that sooner or later I would be hungry. However, I had no desire to go out alone to some restaurant.

So I went back inside the diner and got a container of their excellent New England type clam chowder to "nuke" at the hotel and some rolls for dinner. I can pick up a six pack of Yuengling on the way to my hotel and I'll be all set for the night.

After dinner I decided to call Greg on my throw away phone. Just in case he would pass the number to Monique.

"Hey Greg, it's Peter"

Silence

"You there? Can you hear me?"

"Yeah, I hear you, just a bit surprised. I thought I'd never hear from you or see you again. Look I'm so sorry about...

"Stop Greg, don't beat yourself up over that. It was not your fault. She manipulated both of us. What are you doing this weekend? Come to the lake if you don't mind sleeping on the couch. It's quite comfortable, I know. Been there done that. You could come up Saturday and stay over, go home on Sunday. I'll fix a tee time for Sunday morning. It's going to be early because I want to be back in time for lunch and racing."

We'll have plenty of time to talk. I had a chat with Michelle today and she has some ideas for hairy ass harry. So do I that I want to run past you, now that I'm unemployed."

"I heard about that, Monique called my, she was going nuts, ranting and raving that it was all my fault that you had left. If I hadn't untied you, she could have fixed everything. I don't know, I think she's going off the deep end."

"Well things are not going to get better. "Red" is going have her served the divorce papers tomorrow. So will you come?

"Sure, how do I get there?"

"I'll e-mail you directions after we hang up. Your GPS will get you to the right area but not to where my place is. Once you are on the county road, watch your speed. Trooper Jameson is just looking for guys like you with big flashy Merc's."

"I'll try to remember. Good to hear from you, I'll see you Saturday around lunch time."

"Well, try to get there by noon. That way I can feed you otherwise, you'll have to help yourself. The back is open. Our race starts at 1:30 and I want to be out on the lake the latest by 1:15."

"Take care and watch out for Jameson."

"Bye" – "Bye"

Well that was that, better stop at the super market tomorrow on the way up and stock up on food and beer.

I thought about calling the Coopers but decided that it could wait and I'll see them maybe in person tomorrow afternoon or evening. Something like my problem is better talked about face to face with friends.

Time for my dinner a nice cold Yuengling and maybe a movie on the tube before going to sleep. Hopefully I won't have to deal with that nightmare again.

Well this time the nightmare did not return but neither did sleep. I tossed and turned, wondering if I was doing the right thing with divorcing Monique. Should I meet with her? Let her try to explain why she ignored the safe word. But then I thought about what Greg had said about her getting pissed at him for letting me go. She said to him that she could have fixed it. What did she have in mind? Pain to force me to submit? Pain to punish me for using the safe word? Or maybe pleasure? Convince me to suffer with a blow job? I just don't know.

I loved her. No correction I still love her, I just don't trust her any longer. A BDSM relationship without trust is dangerous, destructive.

Oh what am I going to do?

A fine mess. Maybe I get some insights into her state of mind when I talk to Greg on Saturday face to face. This is going to be rough.

I'm sure the sexy lawyer duo, if they have the mind to, can make me forget for a while. But what if my need to be dominated overwhelms me. Sure I could find some ProDomme to remove the basic itch. But that is not the same as living it even if it not truly full time. I mean there were periods with Monique where we had a truly "vanilla" life. But then again, there it always was. Just a phrase from me if the need was there and she could turn into a bitch from hell or a very caring, loving sensual Domme. I never knew which Monique would show up. That was part of the thrill, the excitement.

Same way, if she had the need to take total control. Just the two phrases "be brave" followed by "I love you" and I would submit to whatever her heart desired at that moment. Inflicting pain to just under what I was able to take, maybe stepping over the threshold once twice to see if I could adapt, expand my horizon of suffering before backing off.

But that was the rub. She didn't say "I love you" that night, just "be brave". Would I have endured if she had said it? I don't know, I will never know.

I got up, had another beer and turned the TV to some mindless infomercial with the volume low and I finally managed to fall asleep.

I was surprisingly refreshed when I woke up around seven in the morning and set out to repeat my routine from yesterday with the run and breakfast.

Fired up my computer to check my e-mails. There were a lot from Monique all sent yesterday. I didn't delete them but decided that I would read them another time. I didn't want to spoil my weekend. I had decided to take a positive approach and enjoy every moment. I knew I would have friends and good company at the lake. Screw the bitch, she can wait 'till Monday. I am sure there will be another batch, probably much more viral after she's been served with the papers for the divorce later today.

That gave me pause, She might ... Hmm, yes I think I better. So I sent an e-mail to "Red" and ask her to also arrange for a restraining order covering not only the city but also the area around the lake. I included info for the local sheriff's office so that the court clerk could fax the order there. I had a feeling I might need it up there.

About five minutes later an e-mail came back.

"Hey sugar (sugar? Where did we go from Pete to sugar?) I already thought of it and it's part of the package. Will take care of getting it to local law. Have a great weekend. Talk to you next week. Mich says plans for hairy ass are progressing.

XOXOXO"

I'm thinking that life will be very interesting the next few weeks. With that thought, I shut down the computer, finished packing and checked out but booking the room for Monday night for three days.

I threw my stuff into the car and headed up to the lake stopping at a super market for basic staples like OJ, milk and stuff like that. Further up the road was a farm stand where I got some fresh veggies, tomatoes and eggs.

One last stop at a local butcher for some really nice steaks for Saturday night and some ground bison for burgers. Next door was a bakery with some really great German style bread and I was all set for the weekend.

I got my new keys from Mrs. Shannon, went into the house to unlock the garage door so that I could put my car inside.

I had a late lunch and was just about ready to go check on the boat, maybe go for a sail or swim, maybe both when I heard a car coming down the gravel drive. A car door slammed there the was the "Avenging Angel" with a "full head of steam" ranting and cussing.

I was prepared, the Sheriff on speed dial. I held up the phone.

Monique, shut up. You are in violation of a restraining order".

"No I'm not this is my property too."

"Sorry but it is not, only mine and I repeat, you are in violation of the restraining order. Please leave immediately or I'll call the Sheriff."

"You wouldn't dare you miserable bastard. I'll get you but good. I'll drag your name through the mud unless you get down on knees, crawl over here and start kissing my feet and begging for forgiveness."

The metal picture appealed to me and my dick stirred a bit but then the smart head took over and I hit the dial button.

It took two deputies to restrain her. They arrested her for trespassing, violating the restraining order and resisting arrest.

I called the Coopers and asked if I could come over to talk to them.

Ten minutes later the three of us sat on their deck with some fresh lemonade and I started to tell them the whole story including Monique's arrest maybe half an hour ago.

They were totally shocked.

"I can't believe that. Ignoring the safe word. What is wrong with that girl. I hate to talk bad about a friend but I've told her several times over the years at the club to ease up on you. That she was pushing too hard. I'm sure you never noticed because you were always blindfolded during those sessions. I was afraid it might come to that. That girl has a bit of a sadistic streak in her that goes beyond what we find acceptable."

"So what are you going to do about her being in our local calaboose?"

"Me, nothing but if you want to, I can call Judge Parker, he owes me a few favors, and ask for a special Saturday arraignment if you want to post her bail. She's your friend. Entirely up to you."

"You think, you could get him to do it Sunday? Maybe a couple of night in our lock-up will do her some good?"

Oh, I think he will. It may cost me a bottle each of 18 year old scotch, one for him and one for the Sheriff. Let's try it.

Well, I better cancel my tee time for tomorrow morning. This could be more interesting than taking Greg's money in a round of golf.

"Good afternoon Judge, this is Peter, I hope I'm not interrupting anything. Yeah they are playing only tonight. Say I was wondering. Did you hear that our most efficient constabulary arrested my wife? You heard (chuckles) Yes she does have a very extensive vocabulary. Her dad was a Marine DI before retiring and starting his business. She spent some of her "formative years" at Camp Lejeune.

"Sir, I was wondering if maybe I could persuade you to hold a special arraignment Sunday morning. Maybe right after church. Since you would be right next to the Justice Complex. The Coopers are willing to go for her bail."

"No sir, not me. I have a restraining order against her. That's what started the whole mess."

I sure appreciate that Judge. Ten on Sunday morning. I understand nothing under 18years of age. Thank you sir. Have a great afternoon. If you don't have anything pressing early Monday morning, maybe we could get a round in."

"Sure thing, thanks, you'll let the Coopers know on Sunday. Again thank much and also please let the Sheriff know that I appreciate his quick response."

"OK you heard it. Sunday morning at ten. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you. I have a friend coming up tomorrow. We'll drive her car over here so that you can either take to her in the village or have it here for her. Up to you. If she had to come and get it from my place she would back in jail."

We all laughed a bit about that even if it was a bit strained.

That evening I got a call from the Judge.

"Say Peter, I've given your situation some thought and have some ideas. On Sunday morning I'll appoint Clarence Cooper as her defense attorney. He is licensed even if he does not practice. I'll give him a bit of time to convince her to plead guilty. I'm thinking of some suspended jail time.

You OK with that?"

"Sure Judge, whatever it takes to keep her from coming up here and creating trouble. I really appreciate..."

"I know my boy and you'll "pay" for it" Last thing I heard was his chuckling.

That night was the first one that was untroubled by weird dreams or thoughts. Maybe because Monique was in jail. I just don't know and really don't care.

In the morning I let Jack know that I was around and that we would be racing. He was happy and promised to be on time.

Greg showed up around 11:30 and sure enough he had a speeding ticket from Trooper Jameson.

"I told you buddy. Can't say I didn't warn you. It's like a hobby with him."

"WOW, this is quite a place that you've got here. I love the setting and idea of having it set into the side of the hill. When I drove up, I thought we'd be in a tent or something seeing just the garage."

"Monique always referred to it as the dump in the woods."

"So I've heard."

"Oh, who else?"

"Red and Michelle, it seems that they had asked her at one time. Maybe when we were building and I spent a fair amount of time up here."

We had a good laugh, some lunch and then it was time for the race. Greg hung out with the ladies next door watching the race and since it was quite breezy it went pretty fast. I decided to skip the after the race social since I had company and really wanted to have that conversation with Greg. So I dropped Jack off, his parents would get him from there and sailed home alone.

By the time I got to the dock, Greg was waiting there with of beers for the two of us. I secured the boat and we headed up to the deck and sat quiet for a while before Greg started.

"Peter, I'm so sorry about..."

"Greg, hold on. None of this your fault. Monique and I had a special relationship that allowed her to do certain things. She stepped over the line in a way that cannot be fixed and I'm going to divorce her as fast as possible. "Red" is working on that. Monique manipulated both of us to what ever she thought she wanted and needed. It backfired because for some reason she forgot, Oh I don't know what was going on in her head. It's over and done."

As far as you and I are concerned, nothing changes unless you want to. I do want to find a different place for us to play golf. I'm not going back to the club. For one I'm not a member any longer since I quit the job and there are just too many memories. Mostly good, but still."

"There is a county course near the airport. I haven't played there but hit some balls the other day. The practice area is first class. Not just a driving range and putting green but also pitching and a sand trap. Maybe if you used them a bit more..."

Greg punched me in the arm "one day, one day..."

"Hey I've got tell you. I've arranged for some special "entertainment" for the morning. Sorry the golf is canceled. Monique came up here to raise holy cane in spite of a restraining order. So she got arrested and right now sits in the county jail up here.

"Jail? Holy cow. She must be freaking out..."

Yeah, I'm sure she is. I kind of feel sorry for whoever has to bring her food and stuff. Anyway the judge is a friend of mine and has agreed to hold a special arraignment hearing in the morning after church. We can't be there but they video record all court sessions and we can watch it in the Sheriff's office. Should be fun."

"What, do you have all the law in your pocket up here?"

"No not really, they are just good friends and I'm a model citizen. I NEVER speed around here."

That caused Greg to chuckle. "I bet you set me up with that speed trap just to improve the local "revenue situation".

"I did NOT, he's there every weekend. He knows with that long downhill stretch, it's very hard to stay at 45 miles." When I come that way I downshift, let the engine break."

"No I contribute to the elections what the law allows, make annual contribution to the library, help sponsor some activities like "Old Farm Day", stuff like that. Add a couple of bottles of 18 year scotch and all is good."

That evening we cooked our steaks and had a really great dinner out on the deck with good conversation between old friends. M never came up. It was better that way. I really didn't want to hear what happened after I left.

Later I invited the Coopers and we played poker until close to midnight when they left. Greg actually got some of his money back that I won from him during our golf games.

I slept great and Greg claimed the same when we got up fairly early, had good breakfast and headed off to the Justice Complex to find out what would happen to my wife.

We sat in a small conference room in the Sheriff's office watching a TV monitor.

There was Clarence Cooper in this going to church clothes and Alice sat in the spectator section of the court room. The Sheriff filled in for the prosecutor since he was out of town for the weekend.

A deputy brought Monique in. Damn, she could even make an orange prison jumpsuit look good.

All stood up as Judge Parker entered the room.

"Be seated"

The Sheriff read the charges: Violation of a restraining order, trespassing, disorderly conduct and the biggy resisting arrest.

"How do you plead?"

"Guilty to all but the trespassing charge your honor"

It looked like Clarence had done his job well and prepped Monique really good.

"Oh, why not the trespassing charge?"

"Your honor, I was under the impression that my husband had changed the deed to joint ownership which would give me the right to enter."

"Hmm, I see. Well it's a minor thing and I'll accept your explanation. Charge of trespassing is dismissed."

"Now to the other more serious charges. Let just say that I'm very disappointed in your behavior, especially your resisting arrest. I've viewed the video from the police cruisers and have to compliment the Sheriff for the training his officers have received. They acted with extreme restraint."

"So young Lady, here is what is going to happen.

On the charge of violating the restraining order a fine of 500 Dollars

On the charge of disorderly conduct a fine of 500 Dollars.

On the charge of resisting arrest six months jail."

A gasp from Monique and stricken look at Clarence. He put a restraining hand on her arm as the judge continued.

"You will spend another night as our guest. The rest of the sentence is suspended under the following conditions:"

"You will for the next 12 months refrain from entering Sussex County. By that I mean. You will be free to travel the federal and state highways that go through our county but you will and I repeat will NOT set foot or tire on ANY county road for the period of 12 months from today. View it as an extended restraining order. Should you be found on any county road or property of any county resident, you will be arrested and you will serve the full six month minus the three days served."

"Are we clear on that?"

"Counselor please make sure your client understands that we are very serious about this."

"Now if you do not run afoul of this "restraining order", after 12 months, your arrest record will be expunged. It will be like it never happened. You may want to send a thank you note to your husband, he pleaded for leniency."

"Court adjourned".

Greg and I looked at each other. Damn, that was just too great. Twelve full months of peace and quiet up here. I'm going to send the judge two bottles. This was priceless. The look on her face when he said six month jail.

"Is this legal?"

"I doubt it, but I also doubt that she will challenge the ruling. I'm sure that Clarence will make quite clear to her that it would not be in her interest to make waves."

"So you really do have law enforcement in your pocket. How about fixing my speeding ticket?"

"In your dreams buddy, in your dreams. I'm not going to spoil my relationship for something I clearly warned you about."

We said our thanks to the Sheriff as we made our way out. He had big grin on his face.

"That was fun. I wonder who put that bug with staying off county roads into his head?"

"Don't look at me, I was just as surprised as you were. Say, got anything special going on in the morning? The Judge and I are playing golf in the morning. Haven't heard yet what time but I would love to have you join us.

"Not sure, I guess depends on what happens for the rest of the day and overnight. I'll check with the judge regarding the time and if I can make, I'll be there. But don't wait for me."

"Fair enough, hope you can make it."

With that Greg and I left and headed home. We had an early lunch and he decided to drive home and I got the boat ready for the Sunday races.

Not much else happened that Sunday except that I was invited by Alice for dinner. I wound up cooking it in the same slave outfit that I had worn when both Monique and I were over there for a night of "fun and games"

Alice was in HER glory with having two slaves serving her all evening long. I guess it was around eleven when she told me.

"Kneel in front of me petey and go ahead, jerk off and cum on My feet. You have my permission to lick them clean when you're done. No on second thought, with a wicket gleam in her eyes, make sure you get your sperm over both of My feet. My slave boy needs to do some cleaning too."

As soon as we had cleaned Her feet and put Her shoes back on, Alice got up, grabbed Clarence by the hairs and started to drag him off to the bedroom.

"Let yourself out petey after getting dressed. We'll talk tomorrow after we've sprung Monique from jail.

I left their place with all sorts of crazy emotions going through my head. On one hand I was sad and torn that Monique had not been part of it. On the other, I knew that it never really would work again after that breach of trust she committed.

Alice must have sensed something, I don't know, but the games tonight took the "edge" off. I was content after having been put into a bit of subspace. I really had a great time.

I can survive this with the help of my friends. I'll be OK. Sure I hurt and felt betrayed and have a broken heart but I don't think it's fatal. I'll see what the future brings.

Clarence had told me that the Judge had booked a tee time for 8:10. I was at the club house by seven with the intend of having breakfast there when the Judge and Sheriff walked in with the same idea. Since it is a buffet, things went pretty fast and we went out to the range to warm up a bit.

Mondays are not very busy up here and we got off to a timely start. Had a really good time with lots of kidding, some side bets on long puts. One of them I like to think that I missed it on purpose but will really never know.

We just finished the first nine when the Sheriff got a call about a big accident on the four lane highway cutting through the county and had to leave.

"I hope that those three nights in jail drove some sense into your wife's head. That was a foolish stunt to come up here and then resist arrest. Of course, I'm sure you've figured out that there really never was or will be a record of her arrest. But don't ever tell her."

"Don't worry Judge, in the words of the "immortal Sergeant Schulz" – "I know nossing"

Finishing our round, I invited the Judge to lunch but he said he had to get back to the court house.

So I went home, cancelled the reservation for the room in town. I had decided the stay all week. The coming weekend was labor day and there really was no reason to go back to the city. It would just increase chances that I would run into Monique.

I checked several online mattress centers and one was able to deliver two complete sets by Friday morning. I went ahead and ordered them as well as pillows, some more blankets and sheets. Somehow I doubted they would bet used that weekend but I needed them sooner or later anyway.

Tuesday night I got an e-mail from Greg telling me that Monique had called him and apologized for her behavior that fateful Wednesday night. Nothing was said about her being in jail or such. She didn't even asked if he had talked to me. Just an apology and not much else.

I finally got around to opening some of the e-mails I had gotten from her. I was right in ignoring them. All of them were some form of ranting and raving escalating into threats. The interesting part was, there was nothing after she had been served with the divorce papers. I guess she just got into her car and came up here. I chuckled to myself – Jameson must have been on break or I'm sure she would have gotten a ticket on top of all her other troubles.

Michelle faxed me the paper work regarding my claiming my "inheritance" but said that there was no need to send it back. I could sign it when they got up here. She also sent me a copy of a letter she had sent to the company advising them of the claim and that formal paperwork asking for payment would follow.

I wondered how that would sit with M.

Friday afternoon the sexy duo rolled in. There were lots of hugs and kisses, chaste but still sweet.

"WOW some "dump" was their comment as I showed them around. When they saw the mattresses in the guest rooms they both giggled.

"Hey big boy are you afraid of us to little girls? Getting those mattresses?

I stuttered a bit blushing... "No but I just...

"Never mind Pete, we'll use one of them as a dressing room. Why don't you fetch our stuff from our car and bring it down here. I feel overdressed."

They both were wearing short shorts and tee shirts and it was obvious that neither of them was wearing a bra. I was in for it. Walking around all day long with a "hard on".

"Overdressed my ass" I chuckled as I headed up to the car.

"Watch it boy, I think the two of us can take you and whip your sorry ass if you don't behave."

I thought but did not say it "promises, promises"

After I deposited the suit cases in one of the bed rooms they pushed me out and shut the door. I don't know what they were doing but it took them almost an hour. I heard some giggling. Not sure if there was some moaning too.

The two of them finally appeared wearing "minimalistic" bikinis. I mean those "dental floss" bikinis the girls on Copacabana wear have at least twice as much fabric in them.

Red's was green – an almost perfect match to her eyes – yes there I go again where... ? While Michelle's was white. I'm sure that once it got wet it would be see through.

"So big boy, are going to feed us or what, also we are parched from the hot and dusty road.".

I chuckled "Ladies what is your pleasure, I've got wine, beer the makings for assorted martinis, etc."

While I was running off the drink list, I pulled out a tray of snacks.

"I think, we'll have a beer first to cut the "dust" and then you can surprise us with a martini."

"You got it Ladies, glass or bottle?"

"Bottle will do fine boy."

"boy" I thought to myself, what is going on here. I mean I like it but they have never struck me as...

Once the beers where gone I went back to the kitchen and prepared two Sake Martinis for the two of them. I use a good but not super expensive sake and add a good dash of Grand Marnier, stirred not shaken and served in glasses out of the freezer.