Did Not See This Coming Part two
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We first read about Tom Walker's betrayal here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/did-not-see-this-coming-part-one
I awoke with a throbbing headache which made me nauseous and I made it into the shower barely and hurled. The whole thing made the headache worse. I grabbed a bucket that was sitting over the mini fridge. I found my key card and went down the hall and there was this big machine full of ice cubes and I filled up the bucket and made it back to the room, barely. I made it to the bath room and hurled in the toilet bowl, mostly unproductive retching.
I grabbed my wallet and walked to the elevator and went down to the lobby and paid for two more nights. One day to recover from the headache and the second to square away some realities to becoming a Canadian citizens. That is to say some fake identification with my name, including getting into their health care system which was also called Medicare and then go get lost here and never come back.
I wrung out a wash rag in cold water and put two ice cubes in it from the bucket on the bedstand. I piled up three pillows and carefully laid down on my back and put the wash cloth on my forehead. I clicked on the television and found one of the music channels and put on some classical music, Vivaldi's four seasons and made the volume barely audible.
I laid there a holding my whole body still and took shallow breaths and at some point I fell asleep. It was late evening and I slept for ten hours straight and it was close to eleven. I took a shower and felt good, no weight on my head.
I was hungry and I went to the business room and looked up a pass port photo place in Langley and found a place called Passport Photos. I went back to the room and put on a button down shirt with my jeans and runners. I had a debit card and drew out four separate draws of five hundred dollars at the cash machine across the street at the Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce. I had two thousand Canadian dollars.
I walked the two blocks to the passport photo place said I needed a driver's license, passport and all pertinent documents, Medicare etc. with a new name, Teddy Benedict, for one thousand dollars. He said, "Do you have an address?"
I said, "Not yet I'm headed north."
He said, "Lots of guys will do this, but you need an address. Until you get an address can't do it."
I gave him twenty dollars for the invaluable advice.
I walked into Wendel's book store and café and had a tuna melt on rye bread and a cup of tomato soup and a ginger ale on ice. It was very good and I walked back to the hotel and went back to the Motel and again went into the business center and looked up the next town I could get to starting out early in the morning and it was Dawson Creek, British Columbia, which was five hundred miles. I thought I could get there leaving at seven thirty in the morning, by six or so in the evening.
I opened up my personal email account, tomwalker@hotmail.com and there was a long email from two days ago, saying she forgave me and to call her. She said our life would be wonderful, that I was not to be embarrassed by the cuckold life style and that she was sure I would enjoy watching Eddie satisfy her only as he could and that she had other bulls, I could watch too. She went on, technically I am a hot wife, not even Eddie is enough for me. I have a lovely cage for your dick too.
I didn't finish it before I hit reply and typed in response: BTW is McGee and Bill's biological father one of those bulls? Thanks for the gift ideas too. I sent it.
I sat there stupefied at her message in her narcistic, delusion she thought I would enjoy what she had done to me, ruining my life. My email account was still open and she had responded.
I opened it and it went, "Dearest Tom, please know that I love you with all my heart, but I've always needed Dick, big Dick. Yes their biofather is Paul Eberharter, the architect in Kingston. You were working in Dallas and basically I lived with him and his wife and we were both pregnant at the same time, I got so upset when he had those financial problems. So yes he is their biological father. Honey this is hard, but you impregnated me four times, but I aborted them, because in the case they were boys I wanted them to have huge dicks.
I typed back and said, "You are dead to me. All of you. You will never, ever find me.
The most bizarre thing in this is your narcistic, sociopathic behavior. All I ever did was work my ass off and this is what you did. It would be trite to say that karma is a bitch as I've not done anything to you and I've got this shit sandwich from you.
When you, in your last sentient moment, are dying from cancer racked with pain see my face laughing at you. I am deactivating the account.
I didn't because it's nigh on to impossible to remove Hotmail accounts. I went up to my room and took a shower and laid on the bed and turned on the house tv and watched some lesbian porn.
In the morning, I went back to the book store and had three poached eggs, smoked salmon and home fries. Three toasted bagels with some cream cheese and peanut butter. I asked if they would fill up my thermos with black coffee and I walked out of there for under twenty bucks Canadian including a five dollar tip. Very reasonable and the food was good.
I saw a gas station as I walked back to the hotel. It took me about ten minutes to put my stuff together and bring it out and I filled up both tanks which was close to seventy dollars. Checked the oil and it was clear as cold wine.
I rolled out on to the high way and quietly brought her up to seventy and set the cruise control. "Siri, play Gloria Laura Branigan." Not one bar, done and this monster, multi octave full on soprano, with blues rasp was belting this song out. She was singing about some whacked out slut, straight into my soul. She was long gone, but if I could find someone like her.
After about an hour I had to piss and pulled off and pulled into a convenience store right at the edge off the off ramp. I got the key to the restroom with the promise I'd buy something. I stood in front of the urinal and peed and peed some more. Too much coffee.
I put bob the wonder dick back into my pants, washed my hands and tried to air dry my hands, which didn't work at all, so I wiped my hands on my jeans. I returned the key and bought two cans of mixed nuts, two bottles of water and then I saw this display of huge apples, red and streaked with yellow. I yelled at the counterman,
"What kind of apples are these and where are they from?"
He said, "They are Cosmic Crisps from Kelowna. There are orchards and vineyards all around Kelowna, they're my favorite, sweet and crisp."
I filled up a bag and brought it and it was fifteen dollars. I headed out to my rig and there was this tall girl standing beside my door. I stopped and stared at her. She looked to be twelve, or thirteen. She was five foot ten, maybe a hundred pounds, dark red hair, a septum ring and a little hoop through her lip. Black jeans, red Chuck Taylor basketball shoes, tube shirt, covered by a flannel, red and white shirt.
Somebody's lost daughter.
Still I said nothing and stared at her.
She said, "I need a ride to Dawson Creek,"
