Chapter 3

Tim paused, seemingly in thought. "What I really don't understand, is how I ever thought that I loved you. I guess that I did at one time, but the last couple of years convinced me that the woman I loved had vanished, replaced by a harridan and a slut. Well, now you can fuck Hurley again, Susan, as well as anyone else you wish. You won't have to worry about your husband finding out since you won't have a husband shortly."

Susan sat, now trembling and ashen. She had never seen Tim like this. She had never seen him so angry, had never seen him so cold and biting. This was a new Tim that she now faced.

"Please Tim," she pleaded. "Please, at least listen to me. I screwed up, I made a mistake. I know that, but you can't just throw away our years together. I swear that this was the only time I was unfaithful. I didn't mean for it to happen, I swear," she implored, tears now escaping from her eyes.

Tim eyed her with disgust evident on his face. "It's not only your adultery with Hurley that convinced me to rid myself of you, although that was the deciding factor. You were disloyal, Susan and you knew how important loyalty is to me. You betrayed everything that I believed in. Without loyalty and trust, no relationship can survive...

"Also, the past couple of years have been an ordeal. You've shown no respect for me and little consideration. I have been treated as if I were an unwanted guest, almost as a stranger that you tolerated.

"You know the real problem, Susan," Tim continued coldly. "You began to confuse manliness with machismo. Your concept of what a man should be began to conflict with reality. I had told you countless times that a loud voice, a bragging tone and muscles were not the attributes that made a man a man. I also told you that violence was almost never the answer to a problem, but you considered me weak and timid. You had forgotten that a real man has no need to brag or put someone down. A real man has a sense of responsibility, a sense of obligation to his loved ones. A real man protects and provides for his family. A real man is true and loyal to his family and to his friends. A real man needs to be more than a large cock and a big mouth, but those seem to be the things that have attracted you."

Susan sat stunned, in shock. She was literally speechless. Tim had never in their years together talked to her in such a manner, with such revulsion and bitterness. "Tim," she pleaded.

"Shut up, Susan" Tim snapped again. "You really have nothing to say that I want to hear. Don't even try to lie to me again. That won't work anymore. I've already moved most of my stuff out. I'll make arrangements for the rest of my belongings. You recognize that there really isn't much of mine here. Almost everything "we" purchased during the past few years were things that you decided that we needed. I hope that those things will comfort you. I also suggest that you find an attorney. The divorce will go through quickly and smoothly if you don't decide to fight me on this. I will also provide for you so that your life style won't change too much, but I suspect that you'll need to find gainful employment. One caveat, Susan. You'll get to keep this house, but if I find that you've brought men here to screw, I'll stop all agreed upon alimony. I won't make mortgage payments on a place where you screw around. If you fight me on this, I'll just use the pictures I have of you and Hurley, so it's your decision."

Tim rose and looked down upon her with a sense of sadness and regret. "It's really a shame, Sue. We could have grown old together." and with that he turned and walked out of the house and out of her life.

The next few months went by quickly for Tim. He had a business that he had to get powered up and he thanked his lucky stars that he had Pam working alongside in her new capacity as Director of Human Resources. Her tireless efforts and her expertise helped immeasurably. It wasn't long before they had a core group on board and tentative interest being shown by many potential clients.

The divorce went smoothly and, despite numerous attempts by Sue to contact him, attempts that he rebuffed, it only took a few months for it to become final.

Tim had spoken to his daughter Amanda many times since the day he moved out. She kept reminding him that her mother was distraught and frantic to do anything that could lead to a reconciliation. Tim patiently explained to her that that was out of the question, until finally Mandy gave up trying. Tim promised to keep in touch with her and did remember to call her every week.

Tim was in his office when a messenger left a large brown envelope with Kim, his new secretary. "Tim, you have a Fed Ex delivery from Doug Kline. Shall I bring it in?" she asked through the intercom.

Tim knew what it was, his attorney had phoned the day before. He felt a chill run through him and told Kim to bring it in. After she left, he sat and just looked at the envelope, not opening it, not touching it. It contained the final documents telling the world that he was now a single man, that he was no longer married. The marriage was now officially dissolved.

He sat quietly and examined what he was feeling. This delivery dredged up some dramatic emotions, emotions that he thought he had put behind him. Sadness enveloped him. He felt an emptiness within, a hole had been left that he couldn't fill. He had also come to realize that Sue's alienation was, at least in part, due to his own unwillingness to confront her concerning the changes that were taking place. He should never have allowed that change in attitude, never should have allowed the coolness that had soon characterized their relationship. Perhaps if he had been more forceful with her the whole mess could have been avoided. But, in the end, it was her decision. She was a grown woman and she knew the consequences of what she had done. Anyway, Tim reasoned, that was in the past, he now had to look to the future.

What Tim didn't realize was that as he had received the final divorce papers, so had Sue. They were delivered through the mail from her attorney two days after Tim had received his copy.

She had sat at the kitchen table and just looked at the envelope, not touching it or opening it. She knew what was contained therein. Her face sagged and tears again came to her eyes. She blinked them back and tried to compose herself. She still couldn't bring herself to accept the destruction of her marriage. She knew that she loved Tim and would always love him. She also recognized that it was her actions that had brought her to this state, but she couldn't think of anything that she could do that she hadn't tried. She had to think of something, anything.

Tim had not forgotten Walter Hurley. One day, a couple of months after the final decree, he decided to begin frequenting the bar that Hurley occasionally visited. It was within walking distance of his office. He would stop by for a drink after work and was soon a recognized visitor. A few weeks went by and one early evening Tim could hear loud and raucous voices coming from the side room of the facility. He thought he recognized Hurley bass, loud and arrogant.

"Hell, I've been banging half a dozen married broads the last few months. They're all whores, when it comes right down to it," he laughed. He had his coterie with him and they encouraged him and laughed with him.

Tim had moved over to the entrance of the room and looked in. Hurley immediately saw and recognized Tim. He leered with glee.

"Well, well, looky here. How's it going, Timmy. Suzy finally kicked your ass out, did she. Guess you couldn't measure up after me, could you," he laughed obscenely.

"What makes you think that any woman would want a piece of shit like you, Walt. A dildo would be a better bet. I understand that you can't even get your little weinie up half the time," Tim said slowly and deliberately, keeping his eyes glued to his prey.

"Why you little prick, I'll teach you to respect your betters," Walt roared and came after Tim.

What happened was almost too quick for the eye to follow, but Hurley suddenly found himself propelled back into a table which collapsed under his weight.

He pulled himself up, now with fire and hatred in his eyes. He had an empty beer bottle in his hand and murder in his heart. "You muthah fucker, I'll kill you for that," Hurley muttered. No one noticed the small smile on Tim's lips as Hurley charged.

Again, just seconds later Hurley was on the floor, and a later medical examination would find that he had a fractured spine, a broken pelvis, a ruptured spleen and significant damage to his testicles. A call to 911 produced an ambulance as well as the police. It was soon determined that Tim had acted in self defense and there would be no charges. After the hubbub died down and the police had finished their questions, Tim arose and left the bar for home. He felt good, not because he had done damage to Hurley, but because he had not lost control and had not killed him as he could have easily done.

"Perhaps there are times when a little bit of violence is the answer to a problem," he thought to himself in amusement.

Additional months slid by and BFS (Burns Financial Services) continued to prosper. Tim had made very sure that he hired only the very best people, people with outstanding expertise in the field and he rewarded them accordingly. He also insured that all of his clients were treated respectfully, with fairness and always withl their best interests in mind. He found that the keys to success in business were not all that complex. Provide excellent services, charge fairly and do everything practicable to insure the faithfulness of the client. His credo worked. He now found that he was the head of a very successful business. So why wasn't he happy, why wasn't he content? He would not (or could not?) examine the reason for that discontent. He refused to dwell upon that.

Tim was at his desk when Kim informed him that he had a call from a Mr. Lou Kaufman.