Thanks to my editor PapaKilo14 for his usual outstanding work making sure I don't look too stupid and my beta readers for their usual excellence. I usually get a lot of feedback, positive and negative, in the loving wives category, so bring it on. I'll listen respectfully. Randi.
The worst day of my life started out very nice. I got up at five thirty and worked out. After I lifted, I ran three miles. It was very foggy and I was the only one on the track. After the three miles I cooled down by running the straights and walking the curves through two more. I went home and showered. By the time I got dressed for work Sarah had my muffin and a glass of chocolate milk sitting on the bar. I kissed her and squeezed her up while I gulped the milk. She complained about wrinkling her and messing up her lipstick, but she melted against me. She still made my heart pound every time I saw her. At thirty one she was more beautiful than she'd ever been. Her blonde hair was even lighter than it had ever been, almost white and hanging down to her butt. She had filled out nicely from the skinny kid I had taken to the prom when we were seniors. Her breasts were bigger and firmer and working out with me had turned that tiny little butt into something that I could sink my fingers into. She was still only a little over five feet but she proved that dynamite comes in small packages.
She was a rising star at her law firm and she was hitting her stride. After the birth of our girls she had attracted a lot of attention on some high profile corporate accounts and they were talking about partner. She was making nearly as much as I was and I was doing very well. I had just been promoted for the fifth time and I was the head of our architectural department in a large company of engineers and architects.
I kissed her again and grabbed my briefcase and muffin as I went out the door.
"Have a great day, gorgeous," I waved.
She blew me a kiss as she started up to get the girls ready for school. She goes to work an hour after I do and I have bedtime duty. My other baby was in the garage. I had only owned her about six months. She was a burnt orange Charger Hellcat. I've been driving Chargers since I was sixteen. My dad helped me buy a 1968 RT that's still parked under the shed. I get it out every now and again and drive it just to hear the sound of the big hemi through those Flow Master pipes. It's not nearly as quick as the Hellcat.
I love hearing the Mustang and Camaro owners brag about their puny little toys. Just two days ago one of the engineers was bragging about his new Shelby GT350. "Over 500 horsepower," he was trying to impress Maria in the next office. I smiled at the thought of the over 700 the Hellcat makes. I actually love all the new Pony cars, but they're not in the same universe as the Hellcat, Charger or Challenger. Hot Rod owners are a class of people I like and we all have our own babies and like to needle the other guys.
I had a great day at work. I finished the power plant our design team was working on at about one thirty and took the rest of the afternoon off. I washed my baby. It was a beautiful afternoon and I could see myself in the polish when I put her in the garage. Sarah texted me and told me she would be a little late. She was in a conference and would be home about five. At three thirty I was in the kitchen making chocolate chip cookies. I had two pans done and a plate sitting on the bar. I heard the door open and two little angel voices coming through the living room.
Two little blonde pixies set their backpacks down and flew across the kitchen to wrap themselves around me. Carmen and Cambre; my babies were home. They're identical twins and the cutest little bundles of joy on God's green earth. They have Mom's hair, freckles and big blue eyes, but they have my complexion. Sarah can tan but I'm naturally olive complected and they got my skin tone. It's a contrast with their hair and those eyes. They're going to break hearts when they're older. At eight, they're just adorable. They fight like hornets, but only with each other and Sarah. They're just honey and silk with me and they don't allow anyone to say anything bad about the other one. Sarah had a kind of rough time dealing with the two of them. I'm sure they loved their mother deeply but any time she corrected one of them the other one always took her sister's side and they could argue as vociferously as their Mother could.
Now they outdid each other telling me about their day. School had just been started a week and they loved their new teacher. Miss Brooks was new to the district and I had yet to meet her. She'd certainly made an impression on my girls. I fed them chocolate chip cookies and tall glasses of milk while listening to them with an idiot grin on my face. Yes, they were my angels and they could do no wrong. They each ate three cookies and went upstairs to do their homework. Homework when they get home is my rule and then we have the rest of the evening to do whatever we want to.
I took the last sheet of cookies out of the oven and put them on the platter. I heard Cambre call me and I started up the stairs. I felt something odd and realized my phone was vibrating. I took it out and I had a text. The number looked familiar but it wasn't in my contacts. I checked it while I climbed the stairs.
"You were one hot, sexy babe today," I read. "I can't wait until tomorrow afternoon."
While I appreciated the compliment, I had no idea who would send me such a text. Since I had no afternoon planned other than work, I figured someone punched in a wrong number. I decided to play a prank on whoever it was.
"Thanks, babe," I wrote. "Remind me again about the time and place."
I got a message right back. "You using Shell's phone? Make sure you delete this. Can't have Sheldon getting suspicious too soon. Our place, of course."
I froze in place halfway into the girl's doorway. I'm Sheldon. Sheldon Clanton and my phone number ends in nine. Sarah's is the same but it ends in eight and the girls end in seven and six. Someone made a big mistake. I was numb, unable to move. Carmen glanced up at me.
"Daddy, we need help with these math prob ... what's wrong, Daddy?"
Both girls stood up and stared at me. The look on my face must have shocked them. I shook the cobwebs out.
"Nothing girls, it's just some bad news. Nothing to worry my babies," I lied. "Let's see that math."
Five minutes later I heard the garage door go up. Sarah was home. I heard her walking around and in a minute she poked her head in.
"What's for dinner?" she asked. "Hey sweethearts."
They bounced up and went to hug her. They came back and sat down and Sarah came up and put her arms around my neck from behind. She nibbled on my ear. "I'm going to grab a quick shower," she said.
We finished the math and I asked the munchkins if they wanted to go out to Incredible Pizza. They were all over it and by the time they got dressed in shorts and t-shirts I was waiting in the car.
"Isn't Mom coming?" Carmen asked.
"She's had a long day," I told them "Let's let her rest. We'll turn off our phones and it's just me and my angels tonight, okay?"
They were down and we had a great time. I forgot to turn my phone off and it vibrated a dozen times. I ignored it and dove back into the games and the mediocre pizza. We got home at nine thirty and Sarah was asleep on the sofa with her phone in her hand. I held my finger to my lips and we tiptoed upstairs. They got in bed and I went and got my clothes for tomorrow. I went to the spare bedroom and locked the door. I lay awake until midnight and I heard a soft knock on the door.
"Shell, what are you doing?" I heard a stage whisper. "Open the door. Where did you go and why the hell is the door locked? Why are you in there?"
I didn't answer and she knocked several times. She called my name a dozen times before she gave up. She obviously didn't want to wake the girls up and I heard her footsteps going down the hall toward our room. Well, it had been our room; I didn't know what it was now.
I was up by five thirty and I took my clothes. As I was going into the garage I heard her alarm go off. I got in the Hellcat and backed out. I saw her come into the garage just as the door went down and I drove to the park. I usually ran at the high school track but I ran at the park that day. My phone went off a dozen times but I ignored it. I showered and got dressed at work. I got my buddy Marcus to loan me his Ultima at noon. I felt like I was betraying everything I believed in getting in that thing, but it looked like every other little box shaped car on the road and I wanted to blend in.
Sarah's car was at the office and I pulled up across the street and waited. The windows were dark and I knew no one could see me inside. At two thirty Sarah came out and got in her BMW. I followed her at a discrete distance and we drove out into the suburbs. When she turned into a subdivision I knew where we were going. My brother Mark lived here. What the hell? Well, this kinda sucked. Now I knew why the number looked familiar. I've never gotten along well with him and we don't talk much. The only time I see him is at family events and that's too often to suit me. I saw him put his hand on Sarah's ass two years ago and I decked him. We haven't spoken since, although his wife and Sarah spent a lot of time together. I parked across the street and she pulled into his driveway. I parked across the street and when she got out she looked upset. She went in and I got out and walked around in back of his house. I had been here a hundred times. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Mark's wife, Cloe was lying out by the pool. This was just getting weirder and weirder. She was a stunning woman. She was sophisticated and elegant in an understated way. She just reeked class. She looked up at me when she heard the back gate close and a look of sheer panic ran across her face.
"Sheldon," she gasped. "What are you doing here?"
I walked up the steps to the deck as Cloe jumped up and came running toward me.
"Shell, wait! Don't go in there. I need to tell you something! Wait!"
The screen was shut but I could hear them talking.
Sarah was very agitated and he was trying to calm her down. "I'm telling you, something's wrong," she said. "He slept in the spare bedroom last night and he left without even saying a word to me this morning. This was a mistake, Mark. I need more time to get him on board. I know he thinks Cloe is hot and we'll just have to let her work on him. I love my husband and I'm not risking my marriage and my kids over this."
"You can talk him into it," he told her. "We've seen the way he looks at Cloe. Don't get cold feet on me now. We've already talked about this a dozen times and you know you want to do this."
"Yes, I've loved it, but I don't want to lose everything. If he fucks Cloe he can't say anything and we'll just swap every now and again."
"You might as well now that you're here. I can tell you want it. Look at your nipples."
"Yes, but not that bad. If Shell ever found out about this it would kill him. I'm not going to do it, Mark."
I peeked in and saw them standing in the living room. He pulled her toward him and kissed her. She resisted for a minute and then she let him kiss her. I snapped a couple of pictures and a little video. He was sliding down the zipper of her dress and she was reaching around to stop him. I had seen enough.
They jumped apart when they heard the screen collapse and I stepped through. Sarah screamed. "Nooo! Oh my God, no! Sheldon, this isn't what you think. Please Shell, I'm so sorry!"
I kept walking toward them and Mark was backing away as fast as he could. I just walked past them and to the front door.
Sarah ran to me and threw her arms around me from behind. "Please, Shell; let's just go home. This isn't what it looks like. I promise I'll explain when we get home."
I went out without another word and got in the Ultima. All three of them came out and tried to chase me down. I drove it back to the office and gave the keys back to Marcus. After thirty minutes my phone started ringing. I ignored it. In about five minutes my secretary buzzed. "Your wife is on line three," she said.
"Tell her I'm not available," I said. I spent the rest of the afternoon staring at my computer screen.
"You're sister-in-law is on the phone," I heard five minutes later.
I had her put through. "What do you want Cloe?"
"Shell, we have to talk about this," she said. "Why aren't you at home? You need to talk to Sarah. She can explain everything. Mark and I will be there too. We'll talk about it like rational adults. This is your brother and your wife, Shell. You need to calm down."
"I don't have a brother," I told her. "If the Asshole is in my house when I get home I'll tear his nuts off. If I see you there I'm going to bitch slap you all the way out the door. Don't ever let me see you or hear your voice again, Cloe. You tell Asshole that if he sees me he better start running." I hung up the phone.
In twenty minutes it was my Dad. "Sheldon, what's going on?" he asked. "Your brother and Cloe are here. They say you've been threatening them. Sarah called and she was crying and hysterical. I couldn't understand her. What have you done?"
"Sarah is fucking Mark and him and Cloe were planning to trick me into a wife swapping thing. Dad, I don't have a brother. If I hear that you've allowed any of the three of them in your house after today I don't have a father. If Mom lets them in or either of you ever speak their names to me I won't have a father or mother. Guess what, you raised the Asshole and now you get to pick a side. Oh yeah, you won't have grandchildren either."
"You can't talk to me like... " he started to bluster and I hung up.
Maria came in and asked me something but I didn't hear what she was saying.
"Sheldon! I asked you a question," she said in a louder voice.
I started. "Oh, sorry, Maria. What did you say?"
"Are you okay?" she asked.
Tears started running down my cheeks and I couldn't stop them. She walked over and put her arm around my shoulders.
"Did someone die?" she asked. "I'm so sorry, Sheldon. Who was it?"
"I think it was my marriage and my family," I told her. The whole story came spilling out as I buried my face in my hands and wept. Ten years of my life flashed before my eyes; ten wonderful years with the woman I loved and the woman I thought loved me.
"Did she sleep with him?" she asked me.
"I think so," I said. "She was going to do it again today. She thought I was onto them and she wanted to call it off. Why would she do this, Maria? I loved her with every cell in my body. I would have died for her. How could she do this to our girls? What did those two little girls ever do to deserve this?"
"Sheldon, go home and talk to her," she said. "Find out the answers to those questions. You'll never rest easy until you do. Get out of here."
I hugged her. "Thanks, Maria; you're a good friend. Please don't tell anyone about this."
She looked hurt. "Jesus, Sheldon. How could you say that? You know I won't tell anyone."
I apologized and she hugged me again. "I know you're upset. Just go home and try to work this out."
My phone had been going off ever since I got back to the office and it rang on the way home until I turned it off. When I pulled into the garage Sarah came running out. She stood beside the door and I just sat there for a minute, collecting myself. She started beating on the window with her fist.
"Sheldon, just get out and talk to me, please! I'm begging you, just let me talk to you."
I opened the door and she tried to hug me. I pushed her away. I think she was shocked. I'm not a violent man and I've never laid an angry finger on her in our lives.
"Don't touch me, Sarah," I told her. "You make me feel like I need a shower."
She burst into tears. "Okay, I won't. Please Shell, just come inside and let me talk to you."
"You have until the girls get home," I told her. "When they get home, the talking is over and we pretend that everything is fine. Do you understand? They aren't involved and if you upset them in any way we're done."
"That's not enough time," she wept. "Can we talk again after they go to bed?"
"I don't know," I said. "It depends on what you say between now and when I go and pick them up. You have an hour and a half. Make the best of it."
"I will," she promised. "Please, can we just go sit down?"
I followed her into the living room and she sat on the sofa and patted a place beside her. I sat in the recliner across the coffee table. That made her cry again and she put her hands over her face.
I sat and waited. "You're wasting time," I finally told her.
She went and got a towel off the bar and wiped her face as she sat back down. She could hardly talk she was crying so hard.
"I'm so sorry, Shell," she said. "I made a huge mistake. I never thought you'd find out. I love you so much."
"You love me so you've been fucking my brother?" I asked.
"Don't be like that," she begged. "It sounds so cheap and dirty."
"It is cheap and dirty," I said. "There's no way to wrap it up in a ribbon. That's what you were doing. You'd have done it today if I hadn't caught you."
"I never intended to fuck him. It just happened, I'm so sorry," she cried harder. "I don't know what I was thinking. I was a wild child before we got married, Shell. You know that. I met Mark before I did you. I slept with him a few times and after he met Cloe we still got together occasionally, all three of us. I know you think she's hot, Shell. I thought the four of us could ... All I had to do was ... was..."
"Fuck him," I finished for her.
"No! I just wanted us all to love one another! We could all be together. I was going to include you, I swear, Shell."
"You had a fuck session set up this afternoon."
"No, I told him I wasn't going to do it!" she wept.
"Yes, because you thought I knew. What if I hadn't known?"
"I wasn't going to ... fuck him. It doesn't matter; you did know. How did you know?"
"What difference does it make?" I yelled. "You were going to fuck that creepy bastard! Do you know what that makes you, Sarah?"
"Please, Shell; I'm sorry. I'm so sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't think it was going to turn out like this. It doesn't have to be ugly like this. It can be fun. I'll still be with you. You can fuck Cloe!"
I felt the bile rise up in my throat and I ran to the bathroom and puked. I heaved for a minute and she tried to give me a washcloth and pet me. I pushed her away and rinsed my mouth out. We went back and sat down.
"Do you hear what you just said?" I asked. "'It can be fun!' The next thing you're going to say was 'it was just sex!' Jesus Christ, Sarah! Do you know what a fucking cliché you've become? That makes me want to slap the shit out of you."
"Yes, slap me, Shell. I won't say a word. I deserve for you to slap me! Punish me, do anything you want. Please, just forgive me. I didn't think you'd find out. I never thought about how much this would hurt you until I thought you knew. When you left last night with the girls I knew something was wrong and then when you wouldn't sleep in our bed I just knew you were hurting so badly. I knew you had found out. I wanted to tell you and apologize but you wouldn't let me in. I got up early so I could tell you and beg you to forgive me but you left before I had a chance. I should have waited until ... Please, Shell; I'm begging you. Do you still love me?"
"Damn you, Sarah; how can you ask me that after what you did? I loved you yesterday morning and last week and for the last ten years. That didn't stop you, did it? How in the hell do you expect me to trust you after this? How do you expect me to believe anything you say?"
"I don't know," she wept. "I'll win back your trust. I'll prove you can believe me. I'll do anything! Just tell me what you want me to do. Do you want to fuck Cloe or someone else? I won't say anything. Please just let me earn back a chance. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. It was a mistake! Haven't you ever made a mistake?"
"Yes, I've made lots of mistakes. I make mistakes every day," I said. "I forgot to pay the cable bill last week. I spilled paint on the garage floor. I didn't forget I was married and neither did you. This wasn't a mistake! This was a treachery. What did you do, trip and fall on his cock? I don't know how to get over this, Sarah. You tell me how I get over this."
"I don't know," she cried. "I'll do anything though. We can get help. I'll go to counseling, I'll wear a bracelet. I'll quit my job. I'm desperate, Shell. I never wanted to hurt you. I don't want to lose the girls over this. Please, give me a chance to fix this."
"My, God; the girls," I said. "I've got to go and get them. Clean up, Sarah. If you aren't under control by the time I get back I swear to God I'll kick you out of this house. Not a hint, do you understand?"
"Yes, I'll take a bath. I'll be good, I promise. Can we talk again after they go to bed?"
"You can't promise me shit, Sarah. Don't you make any promises to me," I shouted. "You threw away the only promise that matters. 'Forsaking all others!' Do you remember that promise?"
She just collapsed. "Yes, I'm so sorry, I did forget. Shell. Can we talk later?"
"Yes, we can. I'm going now. Get your head on straight, Sarah."
I was ten minutes late to get the girls. When I pulled up at the school I saw them sitting on a bench in front of the school. There was a woman sitting between them with her arms around them. She was a young woman of uncertain ethnicity, maybe Hispanic and black. She looked like she was in her middle twenties. As I got closer the full impact struck me. This woman was drop dead gorgeous. She looked tall and slender and she had the biggest, warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen. There were flecks of gold in those eyes and a mop of glossy curls on top of her head framed one of the most beautiful faces I'd ever seen. Her skin was a light coffee color and it was flawless. She smiled as I approached and her face lit up like a lighthouse. Her teeth flashed and she nudged the girls. They looked up and saw me coming. They jumped up and flew across the grass and I was deluged with an avalanche of little girl.
"You're late, Daddy," Cambre said.
"I'm sorry, baby," I told her. "I lost track of the time. It won't happen again."
"It's okay," Carmen said. "Miss Brooks stayed with us."
She rose to her feet off the bench and I was mesmerized as she came and offered me her hand. "Mr. Clanton? I'm Carlie Brooks," she said. "I love your girls. I'm so lucky to have them in my room.
"Sheldon," I took her hand. She had long, slender fingers and they felt cool and soft in my hand. I realized I was holding on too long and I sheepishly dropped her hand. "Thank you so much for waiting with them. I'm very sorry, Miss Brooks." I could hardly speak. This woman was a walking wet dream. She had on a white blouse and the first two buttons were undone. There was an acre of smooth brown cleavage in there. Her breasts were just so fucking fantastic it was almost impossible to look at her face. She breathed and I could see the jiggle and sway of those gorgeous breasts. She noticed my confusion and I swear two little bumps popped up on the ends of those mountains.
"Carlie," she corrected me. "Sheldon, do you think I could talk to you for a minute?"
"Girls, could you wait in the car for a minute?" I asked. "Just for a minute?"
They hugged their teacher and went off to the car holding hands.
She smiled after them. "I hope you're very proud of them," she said. "They're the sweetest kids in this school. That's why I wanted to talk to you. They were upset this morning. They told me their mother was crying this morning and that she cried all the way to school until she dropped them off. Is everything okay at home? Has there been a death in the family or something?"
I swore to myself. "No, Carlie, everything's not okay. It will be, and I'll make sure this never happens again. Their mother and I are having a big rough spot. I'll make sure to keep them out of it. I'm very sorry."
"Is it something you can talk to me about?" she asked. "I'm a good listener and I'd do anything for those little girls."
"Thanks, but I can't talk now," I told her. "It's too painful and I don't know where this is going yet. I appreciate it though. Maybe when it's all smoother I'll tell you, but it hurts too much now."
Her hand came out and her fingers gently caressed my jaw line. I realized that she was very tall. Her eyes were almost level with mine and I'm six three. She smiled. Her arm dropped and she walked back to the building. I watched her for a minute. There was one of the most fantastic butts I've ever seen moving under that gray skirt. She was poetry in motion. She looked back over her shoulder and smiled when she saw me watching her. My face went red and I went to the car. I felt the touch of her fingers on my cheek for hours. The munchkins chattered happily until we were almost home.
"Daddy, Mom was crying this morning," Carmen said. "Were you mean to her?"
I laughed. "Maybe a little," I said. "I won't do it again, okay?"
"Okay," she said. "I don't like her to be sad. Bre doesn't like it either."
"I know. I'm sorry. People just fight sometimes, you know?"
"I know, Daddy," Cambre said. "Carmen is mean to me all the time but I don't give her the satisfaction of crying."
"Hey, you're the one that's the big meany," Carmen objected.
I had to laugh. "Neither one of you are mean. People just argue sometimes. I'll try to be nicer."
"You're always nice to us," she said.
Sarah was still in the bathroom when we got home but when she came out she was pretty normal. Her eyes were a little puffy but she smiled and hugged the girls. We had a nice dinner and they sat on the floor at our feet and we watched TV. It was a pleasant interlude but I was dreading bed time. I read to them and kissed them goodnight. I saw Sarah watching from the doorway with a sad smile on her face. She left when I turned out the light and she was waiting at the foot of the stairs.
"Do you want to talk in bed?" she asked.
"I'm not sleeping with you," I said.
"They'll know if you don't," she said. "Don't do this, Shell. Let me feel as good as I can. I need you to hold me."
"I needed you not to be a ... never mind." I caught myself.
Tears started running down her cheeks. We got undressed in silence and I lay on my back staring up at the ceiling. I could feel the bed shaking and I knew she was still crying.
"Shell, do you want to make love?" she asked quietly. "I'll let you fuck my ass. I know you've always wanted to," her voice broke.
"Jesus Christ," I exploded. "I'm going to the spare bedroom."
She grabbed my arm. "Please, Shell. I'm sorry! Don't go. Please just talk to me. I won't touch you, I swear. I don't want to lose you. I don't know what to do or say. I'm just floundering. Please, just punish me and then forgive me. I'll never ... I'll ... no I won't make any promises. Shell, is there a chance for me to make this up to you? Do I even have a chance?"
"I honestly don't know how, Sarah," I said. "I despise you so much it's killing me. I've loved you since we were in high school. I wish I didn't. It wouldn't hurt so bad if I didn't. What can we do? How can we get back to where we were? How do I know you won't just fuck the gas man to pay the bill?"
"Damn you, Shell; that's not fair. I'm not a slut and you know it. You're the only man I've ever loved in my life."
"Don't you tell me what's fair," I snarled. "Is it fair to me that you've been fucking that Asshole for God knows how long? Is it fair that the man that's loved you since we were in high school has to live with the fact that his wife is a slut that was trying to trick him into being one too? Is it fair that our girl's mom is a cheating bitch? Is it fair that you're a liar and a cheater? Fuck you, Sarah. Don't tell me what you are. I know what you are. Fuck this, it isn't going to work. I don't want to listen to your bullshit. You won't even accept responsibility for what you did. I want you out of here. In the morning you're going to tell the girls you're going to stay with your sister for a few days. I don't care what excuse you give them. Make something up; you're good at lying. Just be gone when I get home tomorrow."
She started crying hysterically. "I'm sorry I said that, Sheldon. Please don't make me leave."
"No, you made the choice to do the nasty with the Asshole without considering me or the girls. I'm making this one and I'm not considering you. This is my house. I inherited it from my grandparents and I don't want you here."
"When can I come back?" she wept.
"I don't know. Maybe never. Don't piss me off, Sarah. Maybe I'll feel better in a while. Maybe you'll come up with some way to fix this or I'll think of something. I can't breathe with you here. Every time I look at you I see that bastard sliding the zipper of your dress down ... I'm going to the couch."
I left her there crying on the bed and took my pillow to the couch. I left at five thirty the next morning again and she wasn't up. When I picked the munchkins up after school they told me she went to stay with Aunt Sophie to help her while she was sick. They were a little upset because they were supposed to work at a five K run with her on Saturday. I told them I'd work with them instead and they were happy. Sarah called them and they talked for a long time about eight. She texted me and all she said was, "I'm so sorry."
I took the day off Friday and Sophie called me. She wanted to come over and talk to me and I agreed to talk to her. She's Sarah's little sister and I've always had a soft spot for her. She was angry when I answered the door. She swept in and poured herself a cup of coffee. She had been about fourteen when Sarah and I got together and she was just an angel. She'd spent more time at our house than at her parent's after Sarah and I got married and we were still really close.
"What the hell is wrong with you, Sheldon," she spit out. "Sarah is dying over at my house and you're just sitting here and letting her. She hasn't stopped crying the whole time she's been there. Come and get her and bring her home."
"Did she tell you why she's there?"
"So she made a mistake and slept with them, Sheldon. So she flashed him her titties and he felt her up and they did the dirty. You forgave her the last time, what's the big deal?"
I couldn't believe my ears. "What the hell are you talking about 'the last time?'" I said. I felt very calm.
Her eyes got big and she put her hand over her mouth. "Oh my God!" she gasped. "She never told you, did she?"
"Sophie, tell me what the fuck you're talking about," I said.
"No," she said. "I'm going to let her tell you. She promised me she would and she told me she had and you had forgiven her. That's all I'm going to say. I'm sorry, Shell. I didn't know what the hell I was talking about. I came over here half-cocked and I apologize. I'm going to talk to her."
She kissed my cheek and she hadn't been gone ten minutes when the doorbell rang. It was John and Alicia, Sarah's parents. This wasn't going to be pretty. I invited them in and we sat at the bar drinking coffee.
"We're very disappointed in you, Sheldon," Alicia started.
"You're disappointed in me or in Sarah?" I asked.
"You kicked her out of the house," John said. "Why would we be disappointed in her?"
"Did she tell you why?" I asked.
"We haven't seen her," Alicia said. "Why don't you tell us why?"
"Listen, I love you both, but I'm not telling you anything," I said. "If you want to know, ask her. In the meantime, maybe you better do a little fact checking before you're disappointed in anyone. Now, you're welcome here any time. You can see the girls any time, but don't come back here to have this talk with me again. Find out what's going on and then we'll talk one time. It's over after that. This really isn't any of your business. Now, I have some things to do so I need to get going. Finish your coffee, wait till the girls get home, whatever, but I've got to get going."
I left them there with their mouths open. When I got in the Hellcat my mind was whirling. The conversation with Sophie had left me reeling and it had just been delayed by John and Alicia coming over. Obviously there had been another incident and Sophie knew about it. Sarah had promised her that she would tell me about it but she hadn't. This put things in an even worse light. Now what was I going to do? Driving my baby always gave me at least a temporary peace and I got on the interstate heading north. There wasn't much traffic and I opened the hemi up a little. I glanced down and I was doing eighty five. It felt good. I looked in the rear view mirror and there was a new, yellow Mustang GT behind me. He was way too close for the speed we were going and it pissed me off. I put my foot down and that big hemi howled. The supercharger whined up and I took off like I'd been launched. That engine burns 1.5 gallons of gas per minute at full throttle and the 650 foot pounds of torque twisted those wheels like a freight train.
The Mustang began to fall back immediately. It hung in there until we passed one twenty but when I got to one fifty it was just a yellow dot back there. I pulled off at the next exit. I needed gas and there was a convenience store there. I pulled up to the pump and swiped my credit card. I heard a pretty sweet sounding engine pull up on the other side of the pumps but I didn't pay much attention.
"Sheldon, is that you?" I heard a woman's voice call.
I looked back and that yellow Mustang was sitting there. Carlie Brooks was getting out. She walked down the pumps toward me. She had on a button up shirt and jeans. I noticed she had on white flip flops and her toenails were painted the same yellow as her car. She just looked jaw dropping.
"Miss Brooks, why aren't you teaching my daughters how to conjugate verbs?" I laughed.
She walked up close and leaned against a column. "I took a personal day," she said. "I thought that was your car that blew by me back there. I tried to catch you and wave. Jesus, that thing's hot!"
"I didn't know you were a car girl," I said. "That's a pretty pony you've got there. Is it stock?"
"No, I've put a lot of work into it. I can't believe how you just walked off and left me like that."
"This is the baddest muscle car ever built," I told her. "I like the Mustang though. What are you doing out here?"
"I live here," she said. "How about you?"
"Just trying to blow off some steam," I told her. "That rough patch I told you about just turned into a mountain and I just needed to clear some fog out of my brain."
"Well, driving as fast as we were could have landed us both in jail," she laughed. "How about me buying you a cup of coffee and you blow some of that fog my way?"
"Miss Brooks, I don't think you want to hear about my problems," I told her.
"I told you to call me Carlie," she said. "Come on, there's a Starbuck's down the street. I'll tell you a story and you can tell me one, okay?"
I agreed and pumped her gas for her. I followed her and we went in. I ordered my usual triple espresso and she got some kind of latte with lots of foam. She took a sip and looked up at me. I couldn't help laughing.
"I have a mustache, don't I?" she grinned.
"Yep," I cleaned it off with a napkin. Her huge brown eyes held a peculiar look.
"What's going on with you?" she asked. "Why were you driving so fast?"
"Driving fast to me is like shots of whiskey are to other people," I said. "When I'm upset I go for a drive or a run. It calms me down and helps me think."
"Why did you need a shot?" she asked. "I'm not trying to pry; you just look like you could use someone to talk to."
"Carlie, are you married?"
"No, I was engaged once."
"Do you mind telling me why you aren't engaged anymore?" I asked.
"Yes, but I guess if you're unburdening to me, it would only be fair," she said.
She sipped her latte and I could tell she was gathering her thoughts. "I can't do this," she finally said. "I'm sorry, Sheldon. I need to go."
She stood up and I could see tears streaming down those high cheekbones. I stood up and walked over to her. I pushed her back down in the booth and slid in beside her. She protested, but I ignored her. I took one of her long slender hands in mine.
"I'm very sorry, Carlie," I told her. "I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to. I wasn't making a bargain. I was just trying to find a place to start."
"It's okay," she said. "If you don't let me out I'm going to slide under the table. I'm sorry Sheldon, but I can't do this now. It's too painful for me."
I let her out. She stood up and gave me a hug. Those luscious titties poked me in the chest and I was as hard as an iron bar in two seconds.
"I just need to go," she said. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."
"It's okay," I told her. "Will you let me buy you another cup of coffee sometime? I promise I won't make you cry. Girls usually need to know me for a while before I make them cry."
She gave a wet little laugh. "It wasn't you. Yes, call me sometime. I love your girls, Sheldon. I know you're a good parent."
She slipped away and that little yellow Mustang chirped the tires when she pulled out. It was time to pick up the girls and I went and got them. They did their homework and we went out to Red Lobster. They were having that endless shrimp thing and we all loved shrimp. By the time we were done our table looked like a shrimp graveyard.