Chapter 10.
I didn't hear anything more of any significance from any of my 'sources' for the rest of the week. The update of Kathy's work calendar showed that she was taking a half-day of PTO the next Friday, the beginning of her long-weekend with Karl, but I already knew about that. At least Kathy wasn't lying to me or sneaking around trying to fool me anymore.
It was Monday night, after everyone was tucked in bed, and I logged onto my special email account that I saw the next item drop into place. The email was short:
A group of internal auditors from corporate showed up today to review our contracts. They were only interested in one contract — K.G.'s. Usually a sign that heads are going to roll. K. was not specified, but purch. dept. was told not to tell any other employees about visit.
"Rollin', rollin', rollin'; keep The Plan a rollin'; keep The Plan a rollin', Rawhide," I was singing to myself, to the tune of the old TV show, where Clint Eastwood got his first big break.
Timing is always a difficult thing to gauge. My next step was going to be very difficult to do, because there are so many variables over which I had no control. Perhaps it wouldn't matter in the end, anyway, a day or two one way or the other. The Plan was working well enough.
Equity Corp., among other assets, owned a number of commercial buildings. In one of those building, Equity gave away an office suite for a "Free Clinic." This was not really as generous as it might seem at first, because they got both a tax write-off for it, and a tremendous amount of free, positive publicity. They regarded it as something of a coup.
While we did not pay the utility bills for the Free Clinic, we did maintain the office, the wiring, the phones, the plumbing — my department's responsibility. And although we weren't there on a daily basis, over several years, we got to know the folks working there, the Doc's — great people, working for a fraction of what they could make anywhere else — the nurses, and their in-house lab people.
This was the one aspect of The Plan that was obviously immoral, very likely illegal, clearly disgusting, and totally evil. In other words, a key and vital component of The Plan.
The technical name is
Neisseria Gonorrhoeae,
a bacteria that causes an ailment known as G.C. or 'the clap.' It has a two-to-five day (or sometimes longer,) incubation period. It can be contracted vaginally, in the penis, the mouth, and the rectum. It's sometimes asymptomatic, meaning the people can have it without knowing, which is why it can be so dangerous, especially to woman. It can cause scarring of the cervix, and infertility. It is also fairly easily treated with a number of modern antibiotics. There are several tests, including visual inspection, urine tests, and most reliable, taking a sample from the patient and growing a culture on agar in a petrie dish — those little, covered glass plates that you used in biology class.
Kathy was leaving for the long weekend with Karl, Friday afternoon, so I figured that Wednesday night would be a great time to give her a little present to pass on to Karl. Something to share. Isn't that sweet?
Wednesday towards the end of the day, I stopped by the Free Clinic, purportedly to speak to Carlos, the lab tech, about power requirements. Carlos was a pretty sketchy guy, with tattoos on his arms that probably dated back to his gang days. He was always trying to make the women, and never turned down a drink, if I offered to pay. All around useful man to know.
Understand that given the nature of the Free Clinic, Carlos also had dozens of active
Neisseria Gonorrhoeae
cultures going at any time. As he explained it,
"Man, those working girls, they have to get checked all the time. Someone pays them an extra $20 and they do it without a rubber, and...BAM... they got the clap!"
What I told Carlos was, that me and the guys at work wanted to fuck this dude over. We wanted to give him a dose of the clap, and that would probably result in his wife divorcing him.
He laughed; he thought it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. In fact, it struck him as so funny, that although I was ready to pay up to $500 cash for the little dish and his silence, he only charged me $50. He asked me to let him know if it worked:
"And remember, G.C. can't get through a latex rubber, man, so make sure he is going bareback!"
What a charmer. I told him the guy would almost undoubtably be drunk and passed out, and we were going to pull out his tool and use a Q-tip to apply it directly from the culture to his urethra. Carlos was howling when he heard that.
This was the only stage of The Plan that caused me any ethical problem; giving your wife the clap to spread to her boyfriend is definitely not nice. But I was going to drive a wedge between them so deep that they wouldn't even speak again.
A critical component of The Plan was that Kathy was going to get the clap, Karl would get the clap, but I wouldn't. THAT was why I had been introducing sex toys to our romantic life.
Chapter 11.
We had, over the time since we reconciled and started having hot sex again, tried a variety of sex toys. Some Kathy enjoyed, others she didn't, but she was willing to try them out, and wasn't surprised anymore if I brought a new one out. Her favorites remained the soft plastic dildo/vibrator, and an 'egg' type vibrator that could fit into her vagina, vibrating while I ate her pussy.
That's how it came down that a few hours after picking up a dish containing an active Gonorrhea culture, I was having sex with my wife. The kids were in bed, and although it was a little unusual for us to make love in the middle of the work week, Kathy, no doubt feeling guilty that she was running off to screw Karl all weekend, didn't object.
Once Kathy got going, she was always enthusiastic, and loved to orgasm. Wednesday night, I told her that I had a new toy to try, which she welcomed. I showed it to her — it was nothing fancy, just a latex condom that was ribbed and had spikes sticking out to increase sensations when I had my piece inside her. She liked the general idea. I told her, though, that I would put it on once she was close to orgasm, so she might have to help me out by using the dildo/vibrator on herself while I figured put on this fancy condom. OK, no problem.
We did our thing. Kathy got plenty hot, and plenty wet with me using my mouth and fingers. When I knew that she was close, I handed her the vibrator, which she started using on her clit, while I went into the bathroom. It didn't take any time to put the rubber on over my hard dick, and only a second more to take the petrie dish out from under the sink, swab across the bacterial growth with a Q-tip, and then wipe the Q-Tip off on the outside end of the rubber. I put the dish and swab back in a bag under the sink, and was back in the bedroom, in less than 30 seconds, all told.
