After the events in SNOWFALL, what happens next?
After months on a mountain with just Brian for company, Lisa was disoriented by the sights and, even more, by the sounds of civilization. The peaceful, loving cocoon that had been Brian's cabin was now just a longed-for memory.
Brian had insisted that their first stop was the hospital. He wanted her broken arm checked out and, of course, her pregnancy. They were both overjoyed when the x-rays and sonograms showed that the arm had healed nicely, and the baby (boy! Surprise!) was healthy and hale.
But there was bad news as well. While she was being examined and had the images and scans taken, Brian had been on the phone, speaking with his old lawyer. Renata hadn't divorced him. He was still married, and so the Justice of the Peace was no longer necessary. Her dream of being wed before giving birth was now an impossible dream.
Brian had asked why she hadn't filed, and his lawyer told him it was complicated, and he'd rather explain it in person. Brian hung up, saying, "Damn, damn, damn that bitch."
Lisa hugged Brian, pressing her face to his chest so he wouldn't see the tears form in her eyes. "Oh," she thought, "why hadn't that witch divorced him? He'd been gone for over four years! Renata had to know that he had abandoned her, especially when she found the bank accounts emptied."
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Renata thought that Brian leaving was funny, for the first week. Then she bounced a check, and her credit card was declined. She called his law office to find out why he hadn't paid the bill, and why the bank account was empty. She was shocked to find that he had emailed in his resignation and hadn't been to work at all that week.
"That bastard! His little feelings were hurt so he took his toys and left," was Renata's first reaction. Her second was, "Who's going to pay the bills?"
A visit to the bank confirmed that the checking account was now overdrawn, and the savings account had less than $500 left in it. The one spot of good news was that her feckless husband had left enough to cover the automatic mortgage payment, but that payment had depleted the checking account.
As she drove home, Renata began panicking. She was pretty sure that she had a car payment due soon. Brian had always handled all that stuff. Also, she needed to go grocery shopping. How the heck was she to cover those costs without any money? That asshole! He just had to take everything. "Well," she thought, "he'd better hurry home and start paying the bills if he ever wanted to get laid again."
She missed the car payment but was able to borrow money from her folks for groceries. They were concerned that Brian had quit his job and disappeared and rather than tell them about Rudy and her infidelity, she fobbed them off with a tale of how depressed losing his trial had made Brian.
After missing the second auto payment, the bank contacted her, threatening to repo the car if the account wasn't brought up to date. She hadn't heard from them as yet about the now missed house payment.
By the end of the second month, still begging for funds from her father for food and other necessities (her nails really needed repair), she had to consider the possibility that Brian wasn't going to return soon, if ever. She couldn't lose her car or the house. He couldn't have wanted that; Brian loved her, after all.
Renata had been the envy of her friends. Only she, among all her contemporaries, had married a man who could afford to allow his wife to be just a housewife. She'd never had to work. Brian made enough for their house, cars and vacations. Whatever Renata had wanted, Brian rushed to provide. How the girls envied her.
"That's probably why they just had to call him Limpy," she thought. They were jealous of Renata and had to show that her husband wasn't the perfect man. She wished she'd never told them of his impotency, but she'd thought it funny at the time, especially since her needs were more than being handled by Rudy at the time.
It was all Brian's fault, anyway. He'd hardly been home for over a year, and when he was, he had always been stressed and tired. What was she supposed to do? Vibrators and fingers were only so good. Nothing replaced a stiff prick. When Rudy showed up looking for Brian, it hadn't taken much to get him in bed. He'd always drooled over her whenever Brian wasn't looking. This time though, he wasn't drooling over her; she was drooling over the stiff prick in her mouth.
If Brian had paid her any attention, then everything would have been fine. She'd had a couple of affairs, both before and after their wedding, and Brian hadn't been affected by any of them. Not that he had even been aware of his wife's extracurricular activities.
Brian was okay in bed, but the extra excitement of an illicit affair; well, that put the spice into life. That first kiss, the tentative caresses, the hungry passion that new "love" (or just lust) added to the act. Or just the wonder of a bit of strange.
But now, she worried that she had gone too far. It had been an accident that Brian had discovered them. He'd never come home in the daytime before, and she always had the sheets changed and washed before he came home. She had three matching sets of sheets so she could remake the bed without having to wait through the wash cycles. She'd planned so well, only to have Limpy try to surprise her.
She hadn't understood it until she found the Viagra prescription where he had left it in the living room. He must have thought he'd come home and sweep her into bed for some chemically enhanced afternoon delight. She was almost glad that he'd caught her with Rudy, because she was tired of getting worked up to have him lose his hard-on right when she needed a good one. She didn't think the Viagra could overcome his limp dick. They both knew his problem wasn't physical, but mental.
But hell! Was she going to have to get a job? Would she have to sell the house? Could she, without her husband's signature? Or would they just lose it when she missed too many payments? They had some equity in the house; she didn't want to lose that. She was going through her jewelry to see if there were any pieces she wouldn't mind parting with, when Rudy came sniffing around for some of her pussy.
That opened up some interesting possibilities.
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Brian reluctantly headed back to the town he'd fled. He didn't want to, since there was nothing there for him. He'd moved there after law school, immediately after marrying Renata. His sole independent activities there had been his job; all the friends there had been Renata's, not his. They were her friends, and the parties and activities they had attended had been theirs. The only exception was Rudy. They had met when he hired Brian to help with a land boundary dispute Rudy had had with some land he'd inherited and wanted to sell. It had involved some long hours, during which the two men discovered that they had a lot in common.
On the mountain, Brian had come to realize that their friendship hadn't been that close until Rudy had met Renata. Suddenly, they were best friends, and Rudy was coming over regularly to nominally see Brian. However, on reflection Brian realized just how much time his friend had managed to spend with Renata.
Brian knew how much Lisa had counted on being a bride before being a mother. If not for that, he'd never have returned to Missouri.
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As the third mortgage payment loomed, Renata snuggled next to Rudy in her bed. She'd drained every bit of fluid from the man in two robust sexual gymnastics. Now, exhausted and sated, he was in the proper mood for her manipulation.
"Rudy, lover," she purred into his ear, "you know how you always said you envied Brian this house? How his mortgage stayed constant while your rent keeps climbing?"
Half asleep, he rolled to face her and to massage her luscious breasts. He knew he couldn't rise again to the occasion, but those tits were just too nice to ignore. "Yeah, it's true. My rent has been higher than his mortgage for the last couple of years, and I've only got a two-bedroom apartment."
"Weeellll," she dragged out the word, seductively, "how would you like to move in here?" She reached down and grasped his now limp dick, meaning to give emphasis to her suggestion, but instead had a bad flashback to Brian. She shivered before continuing. "We could sleep together every night, and since the mortgage is less than your rent, you'd save money, too."
Rudy smiled. "Hell, yes! Heck, I'd pay more if it meant having you every night!"
Renata tensed up when Rudy seemed to suggest he'd be paying her for sex. She slugged his arm. "You'll just be paying for rent, buddy!" She wanted to nip any suggestion of prostitution in the bud. "The sex is free."
