Please read my biography first of all. (94.5)
It's not my friend's normal type of story. This story is pure fiction. Unfortunately, it's what's happening in the world today.
Business arrangement
By Loony123tunes
I worked for my father. Dad had it rough when he was growing up until he met my Mother. He worked his way up the ladder of success through hard work. I wanted nothing. Mum and Dad had a small business. That was nowhere like a business empire. But what they had paid well, and they saved.
They employed five others: a girl in the office and four outdoor hard workers. Dad found the contracts. Mum did all the checking and the wages for the five of them. Mum and Dad wanted me to take over the business when they retired in a couple of years.
I am a handsome guy but not too heavy. I kept myself fit by going to the gym. That by the way is where I met my wife. Cindy Edwards. I was nearly twenty-one and Cindy was the same age as myself. It was love at first sight. Cindy came from a long line of child-bearing families. She was the youngest of eleven. Six brothers and four sisters. That was exactly what I wanted, half a dozen kids. Since I was the only one my parents had.
Cindy was a great, good-looking woman. The right shapes are in all the right places. Man after man walking past her. Their necks would nearly break off their body looking at her. I was the luckiest man in the universe.
Well, we were married at the young age of twenty-one and a bit. Cindy had a good business head on her shoulders. I would become the contract finder. Dad knew where my talents were and was happy that Cindy had a business head on her shoulders.
Dad let me have as much time off as I wanted. Apart from my salary, there was always cash for me. For the next two years. I was married to Cindy. We were having lots of good times. Holidays abroad, wine, dining and dancing. Cindy was a much better dancer than myself. We visited many different places.
I must say I was still learning my way around Cindy's body in the bedroom. I had a lot of failed sexual nights. But Cindy put up with it and we got on with our life. I went to the doctor for medical help with my sex life. So, to speak of.
Sorry, my name is Jimmy Carson.
In the city where we lived. There were many clubs where we could dine out and dance the night away. So, we started to visit each one in turn. This particular night we called in a club. The Night Owl it was called. It was for our twenty-third birthday.
I was about ten minutes from the international airport. We sat down and ordered our food and drinks and the band was playing all the smooch songs. That suited me. Since I was a poor dancer.
We ate our food and it was time we had a dance or two. We had two dances and went back to our table. Then a man came to our table and asked my permission if my wife could have a dance or two with him. He looked respectable so I gave my permission. That was the biggest mistake I made in my life.
I watched them on the dance floor. He dances like a true gent. He made no advances on her whatsoever where I thought he would. They were talking a lot to each other. Cindy kept on looking over at me with a smile. They talked and she looked at me as they turned round with a smile. I thought she was having a good time with someone who could dance.
They stayed on the dance floor and it was a popular tune so the floor was full. I kept on losing sight of Cindy. Then I saw Cindy and the man heading out of the door. I was on my feet walking as quickly as I could. Dodging the people on the dance floor.
When I got to the door. There was a stocky man from some foreign country. He stopped me. I told him. I was going to get my wife who had just been outside with a man.
He held me and said," She is no longer your wife, go and sit down."
I managed to pull away and got outside there were two thick heavy-set men. The stocky man from some foreign country said something to them. I was held so tight. The next thing I saw. Was Cindy being driven away in the direction of the international airport? With the man, she had been dancing with. I screamed my head off for her to come back.
They held me for a good ten minutes. I struggled all the time but they were stronger than me. I turned to the stocky man.
"Tell me where she is being taken," I said to the stocky man.
"To a different life. Hundreds of miles from here. One day you will see her again," the stocky man said.
I fell to the floor and burst into tears. Where the hell have they taken her and WHY? I asked the stocky man where they had taken her.
All he said was," To a life she will want for nothing."
He repeated it over and over again.
I beg him to tell me. Where she had gone. He told me to go home and wait for a letter or two. I got in a taxi and went to the Airport. I was hoping I could find my Cindy. To take her home with me. The airport was large and plane after plane was taking off and landing. All the planes were long-distance jets. I cried my eyes out. As far as I could tell everyone was looking at me. I got a taxi home and got drunk for what all the good that did.
I told my parents we were going away for a few days. That was my first ever lie to them. I also told Cindy's parents the same on the answering phone. Morning, noon and night I cried my eyes out. The tears started to dry out. I went to my parents' house and picked up my Dad's army gun.
That night I was in the Night Owl club. The stocky man was there. But the two thick heavy-set men were nowhere to be seen.
I pushed the gun into his belly and told him outside. We were a good two hundred yards away from the club and the jets were flying in and out all the time.
I said to the stocky man," Where have they taken my wife? If you don't tell me. You're a dead man."
All he kept on saying. Was. He did not know where she had been taken to, and she would be back to me sometime in the future. But he did not know when. He repeated it over and over again. I could see fear in his eyes. He was going to be killed by me. I told him not to move. I left and I was screaming hell inside.
Two days later a letter came. It had the postmark on its London Heathrow Airport. The writing was in Cindy's handwriting. I ripped it open. All I wanted to know was when she was coming back home.
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This is what was in the short letter to me.
Jimmy
I am safe, please don't try to look for me. I am being treated well. I have all the things. I have always wanted. Where you and I could never afford in a lifetime together. Tell our parents I am safe.
Cindy.
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My life was now in pieces. I had no idea where she was or how to find her. I was living in hell.
It was time to tell the truth to both our parents. I asked Mum and Dad to ask Cindy's parents that night. I was the last to arrive. I looked like hell. I was greeted by Cindy's parents. I asked Dad to give everyone a large drink of brandy (the good stuff). I sat there with my head in my hands looking at the floor.
Dad patted me on the shoulder and said," Out with its son."
I told them about the night out in the Night Owl Club and what happened to Cindy. They could not believe it. But it was true. Cindy's mother was shaking like a leaf and her husband had to hold her as she cried her eyes out. Cindy's father asked me do I knew where she was. We will go and get her. I told him I had no idea where she was.
It was time for the letter to be read from Cindy marked with London Heathrow Airport. The four of them read it and read it. Just like I had done days before. My mother was in tears and Cindy's mother sobbed and sobbed. It was clear we would never see Cindy ever again. From that brief short letter.
I pulled it out of my pocket Dad's army gun and handed it back to my father. He asked me why I had taken it. I told him about the stocky man. I threatened to kill him. If he did not tell me where Cindy had been taken. I did not kill him but I wished the hell I had so.
Three weeks later a large letter came. With Paris French postmarks on. I opened it and inside a short letter from Cindy and divorce papers. I was to be returned to a Paris address.
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Jimmy
Sign the divorce papers and forget about me. Don't try to follow the papers. I am being looked after. Remarry if you can.
Cindy
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I show the letter to both our parents. Cindy's mother was taking it so hard. I knew exactly how she felt. I told them I was going to follow the divorce papers and find Cindy. I signed the papers and left for Paris. I marked the envelope and waited.
A man came out of the building where it had been addressed holding the envelope. The next thing I knew. I was in a hotel room in Nice. Miles away from Paris. In my room was my suitcase and a one-way ticket back to London Heathrow Airport. I had no choice. I was going back home.
I told both our parents what I had done and Ended up in Nice.
The weeks went by, A Letter came through the door. It was marked with a Paris postmark. I opened it and there it was. I was divorced from my lovely wife. Which was not what I wanted in any way. I told both our parents and was drunk for the next week.
Dad told me off and told me to forget Cindy. Find another girl, marry her and destroy everything in the house that belonged to Cindy. Dad was right. Sulking and crying were no answers, life had to go on. I destroyed everything.
In the next six months. I met a girl and six months later we were married. My parents were going home one dark and dismal night. Their retirement was final; they were both killed by a drunk driver.
Cindy's Parents attended the funeral which was no help. I brought back memories of Cindy. But life had to go on. The business went to me and I was bankrupt by the end of the year. I had to find a job.
My second wife Jane was the Ideal woman, loving and caring and we had a good friend around us.
We had four kids. Two boys and luck were with us two girls. I vowed the girls would always be in my sight. My four went to university, left home and married. I told my girl's husbands not to ever let them dance with a stranger. I made them promise that to me.
Grandkids were on the way. Jane and I settled down to a life of old age enjoying watching our grandkids grow up.
Twenty-seven years had passed. I still could remember Cindy on those days and nights. I got drunk to drown the memory of her.
I was at work and a letter at home arrived there for me.
It said," Meet me at the café on the corner at eleven tomorrow and take the day off."
