Chapter 2

I sneak down the hall and stand at the bedroom door. Paul is on top fucking her for all he is worth. I tap the door with the barrel of the 45. They both look up at the same time.

Paul jumps up as his jism is spraying all over everything.

“Shit Bobby you scared the hell out of me. Put that gun down and we’ll get dressed and leave.” He has a smirk on his face.

“Paul just shut the fuck up and stand there while I talk to my wife.”

“Look you are not going to shoot anybody...”

I fired the first round over his head and into the wall. Sue started screaming, “Bobby please just let us leave. I’ll divorce you and I don’t want a thing. Just let us go.”

“I read your letter in the den. This is all about his big cock?”

“Pretty much,” she said.

I look over at Paul and he is grinning. Okay that pissed me off. His limp cock was hanging down between his legs. I put a round about an inch up above its’ head.

That’s when things got really loud! Paul was screaming and grabbing at his cock. It is about 2 inches shorter than it was a couple of minutes ago. When his hand grabbed it must have hurt more because he sure screamed louder and fell to his knees beside the bed. He was bleeding pretty badly then he started vomiting. He had eaten a big breakfast! He rolled over on his side mumbling something about my ancestors.

Sue was sitting on the bed with her knees bent up to her chest. She was looking directly at me when she asked, “You read the letter?” “Yes.”

“He made me put in that line about his big cock.”

“But it really was the truth wasn’t it?”

“Yes he just wanted you to know. He likes bragging about his big cock.”

“Bobby please I need an ambulance!”

When he looked up at me I said, “No you don’t you need a grave!!

My next round hit him in his left eye. What brains he had were on the floor behind him.

Sue was suddenly quite.

“Bobby please, I never gave you sloppy seconds or even seconds. The days we fucked I came home with a headache or on my period or something. Any excuse I could think of so that you would not find out about us.”

What’s this cheating bitch thinking? Maybe that I will forgive her and we’ll live happily ever after? As she smiled I smiled back at her and said, “Thanks.”

My next shot hit her in the forehead.

I wrapped their bodies in sheets from the bed and carried them out to that corvette. I put them together as I found them. NAKED! In the passenger seat. I found his keys in his pants pocket and drove it out behind the barn. It was out of sight in case anybody drove by. I cleaned up the room and opened the windows. I had to use a can of air freshener to get the smell of vomit out of the air. I stuffed all the paper towels and cloths into a garbage bag and threw it in on top of them in the car.

Next I went to the barn and started the backhoe. In less than two hours everything was buried and covered up. I figured there was no use saying words over them. The devil did not want to hear them.

I went back to the house and called the sheriff’s office. I got Sheriff Parker on the phone and explained that I had found a letter that told me my wife was running off with that asshole attorney Paul. I asked his advice on what to do.

“Look Bobby, call a divorce attorney and get things rolling. When they get back get them served. It’s best to get out in front of things like this.” I hung up and called an attorney in the next county. I made an appointment for the next day.

I took the letter with me and she made copies. It was in Sue’s handwriting so it was made an exhibit. She would have the papers ready when they returned. I packed everything of Sue’s up in plastic garbage bags and set them beside her car in the garage. The next day I was back grading roads in the county. The Force was back to normal.