Chapter 6

Instead of having her take him back to his car, he stayed at the house, searching the computer hutch and a small filing cabinet sitting beside the hutch. The cabinet was locked, but it was a cheap lock and, using a paper clip, Bobby picked it open. When she returned from the store, he was still going through folders of papers from the file cabinet.

“What did you find?” she asked, putting the sack with her purchase on the bed.

“I think you and your husband have more than sixty thousand dollars,” he said.

“We do?”

He indicated one folder, sitting beside the keyboard.

“That has papers in it that say you own stock. There are some dividend and interest income documents and they have big numbers on them.”

“Big? How big?”

“One dividend statement said you got paid fifteen thousand dollars,” he said. “Another one said seventeen thousand and some. There are lots of them in there.”

“But where’s that money?” she said. “Murdock never said anything about getting money like that from stocks. He never even told me he bought any stocks.”

“There’s obviously other bank accounts,” said Bobby. “If you add up just the few amounts I’ve seen, it comes to hundreds of thousands of dollars.”

“We don’t have hundreds of thousands of dollars,” said Tawny, firmly.

“You haven’t spent hundreds of thousands of dollars,” said Bobby. “This is probably all for retirement.”

“Why wouldn’t he tell me about it?” she said.

“Maybe he doesn’t want you to know about it,” said Bobby.

“Why not? I’m his wife!“

Bobby looked grim, but said, “I shouldn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean? Why not?”

“Because I’m a nineteen-year-old kid who doesn’t know squat,” he said.

“Bobby,” she said. “What are you thinking?”

He didn’t speak, at first, but then his worry over whether he was right or not made him open his mouth.

“You said he likes young girls, and that that might be one reason he married you, right?” he said.

She nodded.

“Well ... you won’t be young forever.”

She stared at him, blinked several times, and then frowned.

“I never thought of that,” she whispered.

“Well I did,” said Bobby. “What if he doesn’t want you to know about all this because he thinks you might not be around later?”

“You mean he’d leave me for a younger woman,” said Tawny.

“And if all you know about is your regular bank account, then that’s all that would come up during the divorce, right?”

Again she nodded. She looked at him.

“You have to get me pregnant, Bobby. I have to divorce him before he divorces me.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” said Bobby.

“Why?”

“Two things. First, you’re incredibly gorgeous and sexy. Second, you have those videos. If he says he’s going to dump you, all you have to do is show him one of those and say, ‘Oh no you’re not.’”

She put one finger to her lips.

“True,” she said.

“Are you still recording him?”

She shrugged.

“The cam is still there, but I havne’t checked it or downloaded anything from it after those first four. I got disgusted and stopped looking. It’s probably full now. It records everything he does. It’s motion activated.”

“Does it have a chip?” asked Bobby.

She nodded.

“Well, keep downloading what’s on the chip. The more you have, the stronger you are. Those four are all this year, right?”

She nodded. “They’re all within a month,” she said.

“Think about it. He moved fast. If he’s already got four girls over a barrel and it’s just October, then there will be more. You want to identify as many as you can.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll get another card so I can just take one out and slip one back in. The batteries last a long time, but I’ll need to change them if I’m going to keep it turned on. What do we do about all that?” she asked, pointing at the folder.

“It’s complicated enough that I can’t understand most of it,” said Bobby. “I think you need to make copies, though, just in case.”

“Copies,” she said. “That’s easy.”

“I have to get it locked again, and each time we get into it, I have to pick the lock,” said Bobby.

“Maybe not,” she said.

She left the room and returned with a small brass key in her hand.

“He keeps this in his sock drawer. While I was at the mall I remembered seeing it one time when I was putting his clean clothes away.”

Bobby tried it in the lock. It fit and the tumbler turned smoothly. He put the folder he’d showed her back where he found it and locked the cabinet. He returned the key to her.

“Problem solved,” he said.

“And a reason for you to come over every day and help me until we get everything copied,” she said.

Then she started taking off her clothes.

They didn’t even make it out of the spare bedroom.

They coupled on top of the bed.

Over the next week, Tawny and Bobby removed the files from the file drawer and took them to Kopy Kat, a local company that specialized in making copies of things. Tawny opened an account at a different bank and Bobby bought a cheap mini file cabinet where he worked. He put that in his apartment and that’s where they stored the reproduced files. Neither of them could read all the files, at least not enough to make sense of them, but they’d be there for whoever her lawyer wanted to look at them, later.

Tawny’s attempt at prohibiting sexual behavior during times when she wasn’t fertile faded away. She admitted to herself that, like her husband, she was cheating, plain and simple. Granted, she loved the man she was cheating with, and her husband probably felt little or nothing for the girls, but it was still cheating. She knew she was not justified in her actions, but by this time she didn’t care. Her anger at his betrayal simmered, constant and always under the surface.

The most difficult part of things for Tawny was acting like she still loved Murdock when he was there, in the house. She knew it was important that it be a complete surprise when she outed him and filed for divorce. Looking through the papers they had copied made it clear that there was much Murdock hadn’t shared with his wife. For all she knew, he could disappear and assume a whole new identity if he realized something was wrong.

Oddly, responding to him in bed wasn’t as difficult as other parts of the motions she had to go through in her role as his loving wife. She thought about that one night as he lay on top of her, grunting and panting as he searched for his own pleasure. Like most women, she had the capacity to fake an orgasm convincingly. Most men who place their own pleasure first don’t really listen to their sexual partner(s), and this means they don’t learn the intimate details of how she sounds when she’s having the real thing.

She felt detached, as he gasped and lunged, and decided that, deep down inside, she’d always viewed him as the troll Bobby proclaimed him to be. She had thought him to be a benevolent troll, a cute troll, but she’d never had fire in her gut to have him inside her. Not like Bobby. When she thought of Bobby on top of her, or under her, the heat boiled in her middle and she became actively involved with what her husband was doing.

Basically, she pretended Murdock was Bobby, and that made submitting to him less distasteful.

She didn’t mark the calendar, but she counted the days. She’d have been a wreck if the school hadn’t called and asked if she could sub for a teacher who had broken a leg and an arm in an auto accident. It was anticipated to be at least a three or four week situation, and she was in the classroom on the day her mental calculations said she should start her period, or at least feel symptoms. She had never had PMS before, so there were never many warning signs she was about to start. In the past, she always carried a couple of tampons in her purse and they covered an onset.

Mister Calhoun, the injured teacher, taught three classes: English, Senior Literature, and Speech. Senior Lit was a course required for graduation. The other two were electives, but were both considered by the uninitiated to be “easy A’s”. One reason Bobby had trouble with English in college was because he hadn’t taken Mister Calhoun’s class in high school. Basically, Mister Calhoun covered briefly what the college course went into in detail. When he took Senior Literature, it was in Mrs. Hardy’s class and it didn’t center on grammar skills.

She ate lunch with Murdock, in his office, and all she could think about were the two tampons in her purse. She’d needed neither of them. She was excited about that, and stayed bubbly all afternoon. She had no idea that this emotional state, which was closer to normal for her than she’d had since she found out Murdock was a pervert, was exactly the thing that drew the attention of boys and made them dream. Her smile, the bounce in her step, and her confident, happy demeanor made her sexy. It had to Bobby, years earlier, and it did to other boys now.

She was even more excited when the tampons were still in her purse when she got home. The only arrow fired into her attitude was that Murdock had told her he had to stay late, that night.

Between classes, when a minor scuffle broke out in hallway D, and she knew Murdock would be notified and respond to do his own investigation, she slipped into his office, replaced the memory card and changed the batteries in the nanny cam.

When she got home, she wanted to go out and celebrate. She wanted to call Bobby and tell him she hadn’t used a tampon. She knew, though, that she was getting ahead of the game. The time to be elated would be five or six days from now, when those tampons still hadn’t been used.

She sat down at her laptop and, for the first time in her life, researched pregnancy, pregnancy testing, and what each trimester of a pregnancy was all about. She learned that, if she really did have Bobby’s fetus in her womb, she needed to wait another week before she did a home pregnancy test. If that was positive, she could go see a doctor.

Like many young people, Tawny wasn’t the regular patient of an internal medicine doctor. She had an OB/GYN, who she saw once a year. That was who she planned to go to if the kit she bought and used was positive.

After the flurry of meetings they had while they copied Murdock’s financial documents, Tawny had again decided to try to minimize her contact with her lover. It had become more important to her that they not get caught. In the beginning, her attitude was, “ Let Murdock catch us! Let him find Bobby Martin in his bed, on top of his wife! Let him have a heart attack as he realizes who is fucking his trophy woman!” Now, though, she knew Murdock would strike instantly. He would expose her as a cheating bitch and ruin her reputation. He’d make sure she never worked in this school district again. He might even kick her out onto the street. Her plan to end him up in prison would still work, but she’d already be homeless and helpless by then. She’d still get her revenge, but it wouldn’t be as sweet.

So she wanted to make sure Murdock had no clue about her reproductive status until it was confirmed and he was locked up, at least locked up and awaiting trial.

Then she could destroy the man who had hurt her and molested those girls.

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