"Hello."
"Is this Jimmy Pearson?"
"No, my name is Jimmy Greyhawk. My wife Connie kept her maiden name, Pearson."
"Well, this is Doctor Saheed Alwari. Six months ago, your wife and I started to have an affair here at the hospital."
"What?! Is this a joke?"
"No, she was one fine piece of ass and great cocksucker. Listen I don't have time. The reason I called is that I am about to return to Saudi Arabia and about two months ago your wife dumped me for a new doctor, Gregory Zender. I am hoping you are not a wimpy cuckold and will get revenge."
"Wait a minute. How do I know what you are telling me is the truth?"
"Well, if you can get to store room 506 in the hospital in the next 15 minutes you can probably catch her and Gregory going at it. Sorry, my plane is boarding. Good luck, Cuck."
Jimmy was in shock. His beloved wife, his daughter's mother, had been having sex with other men? It was too hard for him to believe. He was a slow-to-passion man. His first thought was how to prove or disprove what he had heard. Then it popped into his mind: "Jerry!" He was Jimmy's neighbor who worked security at the hospital where his wife, a nurse, also worked. He called Jerry's cell phone.
"Hello, Jerry Austin, Security, how can I help you?"
"Jerry, this is Jimmy. Listen, are you at work?"
"So much for small talk. Yeah, I am making rounds now. What's up?"
"This may not be anything, but I just got a call from some Arab doctor who said that Connie was having an affair. She and some other doctor are supposedly having sex right now in store room 506. Is there any way you can sneak in there and, if she is there, take a picture?"
"Man, are you sure? Connie?"
"No, I'm not sure. That's why I need you to find out. Please, I need this favor."
"No problem, I certainly owe you a favor for all the carpentry work you've done for me. I'm not far away. I'll let you know if I see anything and will send you pictures if I do. I sure hope it's not true. You and Mattie deserve better."
"Thanks."
While Jimmy was waiting, he was trying to figure out what was going on. He had devoted his life to his wife and 10-year-old daughter. The house they lived in had been built mostly with his own hands over three years. Everything had been constructed the way his wife wanted. As far as he knew, Connie was happy. Then he thought about the last six months. His wife had started working longer hours and staying over when she only had a few hours between shifts. Their sex life had suffered as he figured should be expected given her work schedule, but she didn't complain about anything and seemed to enjoy their sex as much as ever. There was no way she would endanger their marriage and the parenting of their daughter, was there? The wait was excruciating.
His phone rang. "Jimmy? I'm sorry man but your wife and Doctor Zender were making out like two horny teenagers. I got pictures and video to send you. I don't think they noticed me. I'm so sorry. If you want me to do anything else for you, let me know."
After viewing the video and witnessing his wife willingly having sex, for one of the few times in his life, Jimmy cried.
"Daddy?"
"Mattie. What are you doing up? Go back to bed, sweetheart. Everything's okay."
"I heard the phone and then I heard you crying. What's the matter? I'm ten years old. I'm not a baby. I need to know."
Mattie was mature beyond her years. Jimmy had trouble denying her anything because she seemed to always choose to do the right thing. Upon reflection he realized that this situation affected her as much as him. "I'm crying because I just got proof that your mother has been, how can I say this, "loving" another man at the hospital. I'm trying to figure out what to do. She gets off work soon and I guess I should wait to talk to her then."
"I don't think she's coming home tonight. I overheard her tell someone on the phone that she was happy they would have a whole night together. I thought she meant work. I think you should call her now. See what she says."
"Okay. Maybe there's some good explanation." Jimmy was told not to call his wife's cell phone while she was working unless it was an emergency. This rated as an emergency.
After several rings, an out-of-breath voice answered, "Jimmy, is there something wrong with Mattie?"
"You seem out of breath, dear, are you okay?"
"I didn't have my phone with me, so I had to run to pick it up. What's the emergency?"
The memory of the video removed any desire to be understanding, "I thought you might have been short of breath because you were just having sex with Doctor Zender."
A pause lingered before she said, "Oh, shit. He knows. Don't worry, Greg. I'll take care of it." That statement was made to the other person in the store room. "Jimmy, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but I'm glad you know now."
"That's sure not the response I expected."
"I love you and our marriage, but I work so damn hard in life and death situations, I have to deal with a lot of stress. I deserve something more to deal with all this responsibility. That's all this is, a little extra sex on the side to reduce the stress. It's not really a big deal. It does not affect our marriage or my being a mother to our daughter."
"I'm afraid I don't quite see it that way."
"Look, I've got to go back to work. This is the way it is. You have two choices: 1) Let things continue the way they are. We continue raising our daughter. You get a loving wife who gives you sex now and then but has occasional recreational sex or 2) You file for divorce and I get half your assets, the house, and primary custody of Mattie. You will get every other weekend and every other major holiday to visit with your daughter. That's the way divorce works in this state. I guarantee I will make your life miserable and find all the excuses I can to cancel your scheduled visits. I know how much you love Mattie, so you really only have one choice. After I finish this shift, Greg and I are going to a motel and enjoy a night together. Then I will work a regular day shift and be home tomorrow night and we can talk. You'll see that things will be better for you to just continue as is. Bye."
Jimmy and Mattie sat at the kitchen bar looking at each other seeing anger, disappointment and sadness all fighting for dominance. "Well, Mattie I'm not sure what to do. I don't think I could stand living here knowing your Mom was having sex with other men. If I go for divorce, I will not get to see you every day. At your age, I don't think a judge would let you choose who to stay with. If I moved out, do you think you would be okay staying here with your mother?"
"Hell, no!"
"Mattie!"
"Dad, I'm a big girl. If I have a choice, I want to be with you."
"We don't seem to have much choice."
"Dad, there is another choice."
"What's that?"
"BURN THE BITCH!"
"What are you talking about?"
"You remember my friend, Beverly? Well, her dad caught Beverly's mom fooling around and he just left. He took all the money he could and just disappeared. They caught him after a while and went through a nasty divorce. You and I could leave her with as little as possible and do a better job of disappearing."