I had read of things like this but never dreamed it would happen to me.
I knew before I stepped through the bedroom door, the sight only confirmed it.
My Gerry, giving off the uncontrolled sounds so familiar to me as her hips thrust back at Mike, my so-called best friend in the world.
Naked in our bed. Naked, the smell of their sex filled the room tearing at my heart.
Eight long years of marriage, down the tubes. I had thought we were happy, living the American dream. We had a nice home, a managable mortgage, two cars and time to play and take short trips.
Gerry never gave me a hint, not one. She was a willing partner in bed, there were none of the headache games. Often she would reach for me, initiate, using everything she knew to get me to respond.
Mike and I played pool, watched races on TV together on weekends. We took short trips to ball games, laughing and having fun. Sometimes we would go to a nearby lake and fish all day while Gerry shopped the antique stores, always looking for something special. Mike was divorced, his wife had left him a couple of years earlier, I never really knew why and he never spoke of it.
Best of buds, not a single sign that anything was going on behind my back.
Once we were at the beach, it was hot as hell out and Gerry had slipped off her bikini top. I didn't even think anything of it, there was a dozen other women around also topless, some completely nude. Gerry had leaned back in her beach chair, her soft breasts white in stark contrast to the rest of her body. Mike had checked her out, I couldn't blame him for that.
Gerry is a nice looking woman, a bit on the soft side.
He had commented to her that she should cover up her breasts, that is the word he used, because she was quickly turning very red. She glanced down at herself, realized and slipped her top back on, saying "Thank you."
No signs. No signs at all.
The day I caught them, I had cut my hand on a machine at work. It required a few stitches so the foreman told me to take a few days off. I had sick pay built up so it wasn't a problem. The cut wasn't a big deal, I didn't even bother to call Gerry, I just went home.
There they were, in our marriage bed.
I simply turned and went back to the living room, popped a can of soda and turned on the TV. They hadn't seen me, hadn't even realized until the TV came on.
It got real quiet in there.
Mike came out first, he looked at me sheepishly, his face flushed red.
"God, Dan. I am sorry."
"You didn't look very sorry a minute ago." I didn't even look up at him other than a glance.
I think he expected me to yell, scream, attack him, something. But I was oddly not even angry, I was just sick inside.
"You aren't going to hurt her, are you?"
"No, no worries. Just....get....out!"
"Dan, I am really sor...."
"Get out, Mike. If you ever come back here, I will kill you. No matter the consequence, no matter what, I will." My voice raised at the end, I leaned forward in my chair.
Mike knew me well, he understood. He knew I meant it, I always did exactly what I said I would do. He just walked out through the door, out of my life.
I waited for about a half hour for Gerry to come out, she didn't. So I got up and walked into the bedroom. She was sitting there, sobbing quietly, the covers pulled up tightly around her body.
"Dan, I am so sorry." her tears increased.
I was starting to get tired of everybody being so damned sorry.
"Get up, get dressed." I told her.
"You just look silly sitting there like that."
"What are you going to do?" Her voice broke, she was still sobbing, like that would fix things or something?
"I am leaving, I will get a room." I said flatly.
It struck me as odd but I wasn't angry, I had no emotion at all. Some things I could forgive, perhaps even a transgression like this. Lord knows it had popped into my mind from time to time when I noticed an attractive female.
Yes, I knew myself well enough to know I could perhaps be less than true. I hadn't been, no opportunity, but yes, I could. I also knew Gerry, if she had had a fling with some stranger....?
But with Mike? My best friend? And in my bed?
That was not something I could deal with.
It was over.
Gerry just sat and stared at me, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I packed a suitcase, walked out to my 4 wheel drive SUV and drove away.
I spent the night in a motel, the next morning I called my boss and told him I needed some time off. He hesitated, but finally agreed when I explained that I had some marital concerns to deal with.
I knew my value to the company, besides, I had sick pay and vacation time built up, I had nearly two full months of it.
It only took me 3 days to get details worked out. I hired an attorney, gave the house to Gerry, the other car to her also. We even split the bank accounts, it wasn't a huge amount but enough for awhile. Gerry agreed to take over the mortgage, there was no complaint there because the equity was actually pretty nice.
I could have been mean about it but I didn't hate her, in fact, I loved her. But I loved what she had been to me before, what she was to me now somehow was just...dead?
In exchange I got our little cabin up by the lake, we had bought it for an investment and to use in the Summer months. There was one full acre, the cabin was small but had a bedroom off the main room, and a tiny bath with shower. It looked like a log cabin from the outside, the outer walls were just pine slabs. The entire inside was cedar shingles, it had a stone fireplace and a small wood stove, 110 power ran the lights and fridge. There was even a generator shed, it was a big one, too. It would run lights, TV, even a hot plate in a pinch.
We had only made two years of $400 per month payments so Gerry got the best of things financially, there was 18 years to go.
I simply didn't care.
I planned on going up there for a few weeks, just to be by myself and think. It was now early March, I knew the ice would be off the lake and there was plenty of firewood.
I shopped for provisions, loading my SUV to the point of it feeling heavy to drive. I planned to get up early, head for the mountains, a nice pleasant 3 hour drive.
It was cold the next morning, I didn't think much about it. By the time I was starting up the mountain it was snowing lightly and a stiff gusty breeze sprang up.
It got much worse, I reached down and pulled the rig into 4 wheel drive, reasonably sure that I could make it the last 20 miles to the turnoff to the lake.
I rounded the next to last turn and saw the marks in the snow where a vehicle had lost control.
The skid marks continued on and over a small embankment.
I pulled over and stopped, tugging my heavy jacket tightly against the biting cold and wind. I rushed to the embankment, a small Toyota lay on it's top about 20 feet down below. The front tire was still slowly rotating, this had just happened, someone was inside.
No time to call on my cell phone, I wasn't sure I could get a signal anyway. I worked my way down the bank, looked inside. The driver was still strapped in the seat, not moving, both arms hanging limply downwards.
I tried the door to no avail, the top had it jammed solid, so I worked my way around to the other side, It was jammed also.
I could smell fuel, I didn't like that at all.
Picking up a rock, I smashed the passenger side window and crawled in, expecting any second to be engulfed in flames.
I managed to get underneath what I now knew was a woman, I struggled to release the seat harness, it wouldn't budge. Reaching over, I picked up a piece of the front window that was still fairly intact and tried to saw at the belts.