The Second Chance:: Chapter 3: The Set Up
This is chapter 3 and 4 of my first loving wives' story and to follow it correctly you should read it in sequence, or you will not be able to understand what's happening. I'm sure the story line will seem improbable to some and maybe even downright impossible for others, but I tried to make it logically consistent and believable as well as entertaining.
Sorry for the delay in publishing this chapter which is due mostly because I could use an editor to help me with plot ideas and grammar. I spent a long time trying to edit the story myself and each time I edited it I would refine the original story. I would welcome any suggestions to improve my writing skills and style and a volunteer editor would be welcome.
I decided to submit Chapter 3 and 4 together since they are both very similar in scope. There is nonconsensual sex in these chapters and the use of date rape drugs. If that disturbs anyone, then they should not read it. I certainly don't condone the use of illegal drugs or nonconsensual sex. As always no one underage is depicted as having sex in this story. The entire story is fiction and any of my character's resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidence.
Chapter 3: The Set Up
It was after hours, and I was making it known how happy I was to my nursing girlfriends at the local restaurant and bar Roosevelts located a few blocks from the hospital. Robert was on call and couldn't join me. But it was Friday, and we were all in a good mood. We had just heard that Wendy was engaged, and we were celebrating her engagement. Wendy told me jokingly that she wanted me to name my first born girl after her since she was the one who had set me up with Robert three years earlier.
"Only if you name your first girl after me because I was the one who introduced you to Kevin." I retorted with laughter.
I was really enjoying myself. I felt on top of the world. Since Robert was working late at the hospital, I was in no rush to get home. Towards the end of the evening after the other girls had left, I was talking alone with Stacy at the bar. It was here that I made a terrible mistake with Stacy, who had been my best friend until that day.
I had been drinking and we had lingered at the bar a little later that night than usual. I had one drink too many and I got a little tipsy. Stacy was pouring out her sad stories of lovers gone sour.
"That is because you don't know how to pick them sweetie. You can't hang out and sweet talk with these players. They will only use you. You need to find a guy like Robert!" I told her sympathetically.
I was actually trying to get her to think about a potential boyfriend's character and not just his position or wealth. But Stacy was always thinking about money. She changed the subject to talk about how expensive the city was becoming to live in. She asked me if Robert and I had a child how we could afford to make ends meet on my husband's hospitalist salary alone. Somehow, I let the story of Robert's father's death and inheritance slip out.
Stacy was shocked to hear about the money.β¨β¨"Oh my God Anne. That is incredibly good news. What are you going to do with the money? "She asked expectantly.
When I told her that we planned on opening up a private practice for Robert she looked at me like I had two heads.
"Are you crazy girl? I'm happy for you and Robert but why are you still working and not shopping for a new wardrobe?" She asked in bewilderment.
I tried to downplay it by saying the money was tied up in investments that Roberts father had set up. Much of the money was locked in a trust that would not be available to us until after five years of marriage. I think Robert's dad set up the trust before he met me. Maybe at the time he had set it up, it was the old man's way of ensuring that his son would continue his career and not go wild with his newfound wealth and marry some floozy.
Stacy wouldn't hear any of it. She kept saying that if she were me, she would quit working and focus on buying a nice house, plan on traveling around the world before having kids and of course, buy a new wardrobe. I let her talk, but it became a one-sided conversation and I felt that she just came across too envious.
It was the following weekend that Stacy invited us out on a double date for dinner at a restaurant called "The Spitfire" where you ordered the food raw and had the chef's cook it right in front of you.
Stacy brought Jake Parson along. We were all having fun eating and chatting. Stacy, Jake and I were all buddies from high school. Stacy had formed a friendship with me in my freshman year. The teasing I had gotten in middle school regarding my witchy face made me a shy girl. I had long hair and I tried to cover my face with it, but it just looked funny and it emphasized my profile more. Stacy took a liking to me because one day I told her I thought she was beautiful. She took me under her wing. We went to the mall together and she helped me look more attractive by convincing me to get a new Bob cut haircut and gradually buy a wardrobe that advertised my assets. I had to admit that the attention I got from the boys with my new looks, thanks to Stacy, did a lot for my ego and brought me out of my shell. Stacy was my best friend and we always hung out together.
I met Jake while I was a cheerleader for the football team. He was one of the quarterbacks for our team and he attracted a lot of female attention. He used to hang out to watch the cheerleaders practice. I was in great shape then. I was a strong athlete and able to hurl the smaller girls up in the air. Jake must have admired my body from a distance especially my muscular legs and sizable sexy butt. He would always bring me a Gatorade to drink to chat me up. Eventually he asked me out and we dated.
Jake was the first guy to take my cherry. But after we had been intimate, I found him to be an unromantic dispassionate lover. He wouldn't take me out and just wanted to go to bed all the time. Jake was handsome but was shallow and he just didn't inspire me. I soon realized that I didn't have a romance but a friend who liked to fuck.
When Stacy saw how handsome Jake was, she got a little jealous of me. Stacy always thought she was the prettiest girl in our school, and she deserved the best-looking guy. She pretended that she was innocent, but she secretly sought out to seduce him away from me.
It was plain as day, aI let her do it. She didn't know it, but she was doing me a favor as I was already looking for a way to dump Jake without hurting his feelings because I just didn't love him. But Stacy did not know that. When he finally broke up with me Stacy did feel guilty about it and tried to make it up to me by apologizing and making it seem like Jake was pursuing her. I told her the truth that I didn't care for him as a boyfriend, and she had my blessing. I forgave her chicanery, and we remained friends.
Ironically, although Jake loved Stacy, she never fell in love with him. When it looked like Jake wouldn't amount to anything in life, she decided that she could never marry him. She needed to marry into money. She made that clear to him after high school. So they ended their relationship. Yet, he kept hanging around her, hoping that someday she will change her mind. Jake has tried dating other girls, but although he is quite handsome and fit, he's a bit boring and his female relationships had never amounted to anything.