2: Terence's Revenge
"I can't even imagine how much that must have hurt!" Angela said, as she pulled a crying Terence into her bosom. His face pressed against her massive breasts, firmer than pillows, but so soft and comforting.
They lay there in the dark, still dressed and lying on top of the bed covers. Angela cradled Terence in her arms like a mother comforting a child. It was late now, they had began talking early in the evening, but their conversation had gone on late into the night, and so they just lay on the bed as dressed as they had been since the beginning.
"You don't think any less of me?" Terence asked, his voice muffled slightly by speaking into Angela's large breasts.
"Being a nice guy is nothing to be ashamed of," Angela said, and she rocked Terence a little.
In the three months he had been with Angela, they hadn't slept together and Angela was beginning to get worried. So worried that she began to think that there was something wrong with her, something she had never experienced before. She was drop dead gorgeous, and no man had resisted sex with her like Terence did.
But it was not because of her, as she found out. She pressed and pressed until Terence finally let out his secret history that he was so ashamed of. It was so emotional for him to describe that he couldn't stop himself from crying while telling it even though he desperately didn't want to appear weak in front of Angela. He was exhausted from letting it all out, and she was almost as exhausted as he was from being caught up in the drama of it.
He told her about that fateful night at his high school reunion when everything changed for him. He wanted to hold back details, but once the bottle was opened, even details like having droplets of cum being spattered on him, a detail that he hated to even think about, poured out of him.
It had been three years since that night. And a long journey from then to now, where he was with his beautiful girlfriend Angela. Terence had built back up since that devastating night, and just as important as telling Angela about the hurt inside of him was telling her about what he was going to do about it.
Almost worse than watching his now ex-wife Amy betray him in front of his eyes was the aftermath. In the morning the janitors let him out of the dumpster. Even they laughed a little because they recognized him and couldn't suppress their amusement even though they tried to be polite about it. Terence returned home to find it a mess. Amy had not only taken her things and left, but, as Todd had promised, Todd, Amy, and their friends had fucked and partied all over Terence's house. As a final calling card, Todd had pissed on many of Terence's things, like an animal marking its territory. He had ruined Terence's bedsheets, some of his suits, and a few sentimental keepsakes.
After that, there was a complicated divorce, and so much fallout from learning that Amy had fucked so many of Terence's friends and business partners. There were some men that Amy seemed to have under her thumb, and others that Terence couldn't be sure if she had fucked or not. Terence wanted to cut off every single tie, and since she had also slept with his main business partner, that meant Terence wanted out of his own company.
Between the divorce, selling his share of the company, and cutting his ties in his social life, Terence had to make some sacrifices. In the end, though, he was comfortable with how he managed to land. He gave up almost half his wealth, mainly because a lot of it was tied up in shares in the company, which he dumped at a lower rate than they might have been worth otherwise. As far as Terence was concerned, though, the price was worth it to have a clean slate.
During the whole process, he didn't see Amy or Todd. That was by design. Terence figured that people who were so evil would have thrived on the opportunity to mock him in person, so he insisted on handling everything through lawyers.
Terence moved out of the city and across the country. It took about a year and a half, but he had finally managed to stamp out all connections that would lead back to Amy.
The anger, though, still burned inside. A therapist told him that he needed to let go, but how could any therapist, any person, understand what it felt like to have cum splattered on your face from the man who was stealing your wife right in front of you? It was too outrageous, to evil, to just let go.
Terence wasn't Bill Gates rich, he was just really well off. Enough to have more options than the average person, but not to just act on any whim. Still, he figured he must have at least enough resources to get some revenge if he put his mind to it.
His first thought was to simply have Todd and Amy beaten up. Terence even fantasized about having them killed, but as much as there was some satisfaction in that idea, there was something missing in it. It wasn't so much the chance of going to prison, there was something else he needed. Terence found out what that something was when he went looking to see how it might be done.
After much looking around, Terence got as far as meeting a guy, Mark, who was on his business card a private detective, but actually an ex-Blackwater mercenary who could arrange to take care of many kinds of jobs.
After hearing Terence's story, which Terence told carefully so as not to embarrass himself, Mark looked sympathetic and advised that Terence not do it. Feuds don't go away, the man explained, they get worse. If one day Todd or Amy were viciously beaten without any clear reason, it would take any cop three seconds to figure out that the guy who probably has a grudge arranged it.
More importantly, Amy, Todd, and people close to them weren't without resources, and they would do the same back. Mark asked if Terence had a mother, and if he loved her. Terence said that of course he did, and Mark then told Terence that if he goes down this path, that she, and anyone Terence cares about, becomes a target in an unending feud.
An unending feud where the only people who get out of it are the hired guns, the mercenaries who don't have any loyalty or attachments. Terence would be in over his head trying to "win" at a game where none of the players were ultimately on his side.
That didn't sway Terrence, though. He argued that the problem was only about how to do it and get away with it. Maybe the beating could be made to look like a common mugging. Maybe someone could rape Amy and it could seem like a random attack. Then there's no feud.