Cancer Pt 01 A Greenville Story

Cancer Part 1- The Greenville Stories

Wife's friends become a cancer in a marriage or do they?

The Greenville Series are all stand alone with some character interaction between stories.

Chapter 1

Jesus, I wish she would shut up. It's always one thing after another lately. The last six months have been hell and for what reason I have no idea. I thought it might be the change of life. Maggie just turned 55. I'm pretty sure she had the change a couple of years ago. Can you have the change of life twice? The last kid have left the house for 15 years ago. There was some issues right after the last, my youngest son Jason, moved out but nothing like this.

I had a birthday party for her with some friends a couple of weeks ago to celebrate her 55th. Not a lot of people. Some close friends, a few family members who lived in the area, people from my law firm and 3 out of the 4 kids were able to make it back. Jason was overseas on a work assignment and couldn't get back. I think there were around 50 people. We held it at the local VFW hall. Its a nice refurbished place away from the bar were the regulars hang out. I had it catered with a grazing table and buffet. We also had an open bar. It could have been held at the country club we belong too. But everyone has a party there. And I didn't it to feel, I don't know, ostentatious.

Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, even Maggie. She was the Bell of the Ball that night. I think she danced with every man there. She was a whirlwind. Everyone was enjoying themselves. Mag's as I call her looks good for 55. 5 foot 2 inches tall. Natural blond hair with a very few streaks of gray peaking through. She's not fat but you can tell she had 4 children. I love the way she looks. Then again I am her husband.

I'm Tom, Tom Pohl. The senior partner in a law firm. I'm doing pretty well outside of the bedroom. I have 3 named partners, 4 other senior partners with 6 junior partners and 18 associates. We employ about 55 people all told. That puts us in the top three firms in our small city. As far as revenue we are punching above your weight class being in the top 10 in the state. We do all type of legal work. From Family to Contracts, Corporate and Tax. Occasionally some criminal defense work for important clients. I only go into a courtroom now as a show of power and support for our clients.

I'm 58 years old. I look 58, maybe 60..okay who am I kidding, I look 62. The law can be stressful even at my level. There are always demands and most can be unreasonable. They want to sue someone for 500 million when everyone knows its a 5 million dollar settlement. Wives in divorce cases with wild and crazy demands.

I'm 6 foot 2 inches tall. I have the commanding presence of a lawyer. Slightly over weight with a small belly. Just think of what a lawyer with 30 years of experience who heads his own law firm would look like. Definitely not Jack McCoy but more of his boss, no not the old one Steven Hill as Adam Schiff who was great by the way, but Fred Thompson when he played Arthur Branch. That's me.

Maggie and I met at college. I was there for law and she was there to find a husband. Who studies Liberal Arts for 4 years to get a job. She belonged to all the right groups and sorority. She didn't have a reputation during school. She had only dated 2 or 3 guys a year, non seriously. At least that's what I heard. We met at one of her sorority parties our Junior year. It wasn't one of those drunken parties with people heading up the stairs every 30 minutes or people passed out on the furniture. Everyone was still having a good time. There was some alcohol available but no one made an ass of themselves. The music was good. People were dancing, playing card games or Trivia Pursuit,

I spotted her an hour into the party standing against the back wall with a couple of her friends. You ever watch the Animal Planet when they have the shark special and its hunting its prey. That was me. I focused on my prey. I circled until I it was the right moment and I went in for the kill. She didn't stand a chance. My charm and good looks hooked her the moment she seen me. Okay, its wasn't like that.

I approached her, "Hi, I was wondering what ring size you wear? I would hate to get you the wrong size."

"Excuse me? Ring size, what are you talking about'? She said in a confused response.

"Engagement ring of course. The wedding band will come later."Her friends had caught the banter and were giggling now.

"I don't even know you and you don't know me. Why do you think I would marry you? You might be a rapist or even worse a studying law. I could be a murderer." She laughed in return,

"I'm Tom, and sadly I am studying law. But I'm doing it help those under served that will not have the same rights as the privileged. Maybe I could persuade you of my worthiness over dinner tomorrow. And if you are a murderer I will die happy having met you, or even better I could defend you in court." Her friends burst out in laughter.

She could only smile at my cheekiness. That dinner lead to several lunches onto movie dates and we eventually became inseparable. We dated the rest of our junior year and into senior year with no incidents and got married 6 months after we graduated. Chris was born 6 months later. I would have married her even if she wasn't pregnant.

Things were a little tight for a while. I was still in law school. Our parents were a big help. Without them I don't know where we would have been. She worked part time at an insurance company in the office. The mom's took turns babysitting Jason since we couldn't afford childcare.

Life got a little better once I graduated. I found a job at a small firm, ran by Harry Spencer. Money wasn't rolling in but Mags could quit her job to take care of Chris now 4 years old and Cindy 2. She came my last year of school. Over the next 4 years we added Andrea and finally Jason. We had only wanted 2 kids when we first got together. But life happens. My father asked me once if he had to explain where kids come from.

Nothing exciting happened until 4 and half years after I had started at the firm. I took a case that changed my life. It was a murder case. The husband, Carl Martin a part owner of a growing plumbing company, was accused of killing his wife who had been cheating on him. His gun was used and he had no alibi. The DA felt he had an open and shut case. Hell, everyone thought it was an open and shut case. Turns out cheaters will cheat on the people they are cheating with. She had another lover who found out about the first lover. She went to break it off with Lover B to be with Lover A. Unfortunately she did it after a couple hours of sex with him. He didn't care that she had a husband but another lover was beyond the pail. When she went to take a shower thinking he was leaving he grabbed the husbands gun out of the nightstand and shot her.

Since the husband's gun was used and they had the weapon the investigation wasn't as thorough as it should have been. My investigator, Frank White, found a video on a neighbors newly installed Ring Camera of a car leaving the house around the same time of the murder. He traced it to a co-worker of the wife. They hadn't been as discreet as they thought. People knew of the relationship and thought he was the reason the husband killed his wife. The husband was totally clueless about both lovers. Talk about being blindsided.

Once confronted with the evidence Lover B caved like wet limestone in a monsoon. The husband was found innocent and I became a local celebrity. The law firm grew and I became a named partner. I was in demand with all types of cases. Some I took, some I didn't. My close legal friends call me Perry. From the Perry Mason TV show. I sued to win and they said I won like Perry Mason. It stuck and 25 years later I'm still called Perry. I don't mind it.

I thought everything was great until we got home. Maggie turned cold towards me. I was ready for some loving but not her. It was like someone flipped a switch to off.

"I know that look and its not going to happen. I'm to tired tonight"' She said and went to take a shower. When she came out she was wearing her

No Sex

moo moo taking what looked like Tylenol.

That didn't mean I didn't try. But to no avail. She looked at me with repulsion, "What's your problem? Do you think I'm supposed to be at your sexual beck and call? I'm not your personal slut, I'm tired and have a terrible headache." She said with more anger than the situation deserved.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. "I think the question I should be asking is what the hell your problem is not wanting to make love to her husband."

"I told you I'm too tired after the party. If you loved me you would understand that. Maybe tomorrow we'll do something" and she turned away and went to sleep.

"I'm tired of your bullshit"! I got out of bed and went to the guest room. As I was leaving I realized she never even thanked me for having her birthday party.

As I said the last 6 months have been hell. I thought the party would change things but boy was I so wrong. After the night of the party she's became even more dismissive and rude towards me. It seemed I couldn't do anything right. She spent more time at the country club we belong to and at her charities. Not to mention time out with the her crew of shrews. A bunch of divorced women who seem hate men but can't stop fucking them. They are the reason they all have been divorced.

The worst of the bunch of Helen. 50 years old, and I hate to admit that she was still pretty hot looking. As long as she doesn't open her mouth which is never. I don't know if she's had any work done. If she did the doctor did a great job. Tall, Dark and Exotic. She's been with half the men at the country club we belong too. Married and single. How do I know, men talk and brag. From what I hear she's in the top 10 world wide in the best pussy category. Yes, she even tried it with me but I love my wife and wouldn't cheat. I did tell Maggie about it but she didn't believe me.

Her comment was "Why would she want to sleep with you of all people." Didn't do much for my ego or marriage. I was beginning to realize she had or was starting to lose respect for me.

The other 3 members of the Shrew Crew ranged from skinny Patrice who got divorced for cheating and somehow got more out of the deal then her husband. Fat Joan, she might be the biggest man hater I've ever met. I'm not one to talk about a persons physical attributes. But you can see why skinny Patrice is called Skinny Patrice and fat Joan is Fat Joan. Think a female version of Laurel and Hardy but a mean not funny version. Joan was 5 foot 3 inches and easily 280 pounds. Patrice was 5 foot 8 inches tall 130 pounds with no tits or ass. She can't walk by a construction site without being mistaken for a 2x4. The last member of the crew was Dawn. She was a follower and sadly she was following Helen. If Helen laughed Dawn thought it was funny. If Helen didn't like someone Dawn didn't like them. Its like she lost herself in Helen. She's as plain as plain could be. Nothing stands out about her.

When Maggie started hanging with that bunch for some ungodly reason our marriage started going downhill. Emotionally and physically. First it was the snide comments. Then the unreasonable demands. Followed by insults and finally no sex in a month. I got every excuse ever invented by women. I have a headache, my period is on, I'm tired, its to hot, its to cold. I have to much on my mind. I just gave up. But it made me wonder the reasons for these changes after being married so long. Of all the reasons I came up with I kept coming back to one. The one every husband fears. I hoped I was wrong. The Shrew Crew had become a bad influence, like a Cancer infecting a body.

Chapter 2

Something was up, because I came home to a smiling Maggie and a warm dinner that she actually cooked. She hadn't cooked in quite a while. I still remember when we first got married. She took such pride in her cooking. Her specialty was lasagna with garlic knots. She made the knots by hand. Making dough is cheap. The lasagna was made with whatever meat he had available and homemade sauce. The kids loved Hot Dog Lasagna. Heck so did I. I remember taking the family to Olive Garden and Chris being disappointed the lasagna didn't have hot dogs in it. Boy did the waitress laugh about that. I knew it was going to be a good night if she made that. We would sit together and talk about the future and what happened during the day. The fun of watching little Jason making a mess. Those meals lead to some great nights.

At dinner she dropped the bomb that I knew was coming.

"The girls and I are going away this weekend," Mag's announced.

"What do you mean going away? Going where and for what?"

"To take a break for the weekend. We're going to a spa on Roanoke Island. It's been really stressful the last couple of months. I need to get away and relax a little and to unwind and refresh"' She dismissively said to me.

This coming from someone who hasn't worked outside the home in more than 30 years. Hasn't had to take care of anyone besides herself for 15 years. The hardest decision she has to make everyday is what to wear and which restaurant she will have lunch with the Shrew Crew.

To say I was pissed would be the biggest understatements of understatements. I'm busting my ass for her to show me so much disrespect was something I couldn't take anymore. I started yelling at her. Something I found myself doing more and more.

"You are the most ungrateful and disrespectful person I have ever known. You work hard and You need time to unwind and refresh is that right? What is that you do that is so stressful? Your not the the Bell of the Ball that you think you are. You're the one causing all the stress in this relationship by the way! I'm was sick and tired of your attitude. And dealing with your shit. And if it doesn't change then there would be repercussions and consequences."

I was expecting some type of contrition but no, she actually laughed at me.

"What could you do? I raised your children with no help from you. I was the one stuck in the house all those years. I deserve this and much more! This is my time and I'm going to enjoy it"!

"Who made it possible for you to stay home as a housewife? I was the one putting in those long hours to provide for our family. You agreed to stay home. You're the one who wanted to stay home. That's not on me. But I made it possible. And not only that but this nice house, college for the kids, your membership to the country club, that fucking car you had to have. All of it"!

"Okay Mister Big Shot, Mister money man. I'm just going to say this, I'm going to live my life. If you have a problem with that you better learn to deal with it. Helen said you would act like this. But if even think about divorce I will get half of everything, including the law firm and I will ruin you"!

She turned and stormed out, getting into her Mercedes S-Class that she just had to have. As much as I loved her I knew this relationship had become untenable. I'm not one to take disrespect, especially from my wife who is supposed to love me. Nothing was good and only pointing in one direction. I had to protect myself because everything she said was true. She would get half of everything. I couldn't afford to lose control of the law firm. To many people depended on it.

I made a call to Frank White. Frank has been my lead investigator since the beginning. His business has grown along with mine. Funny what one big case can do for people. He had 8 investigators working for him. His office was in the same building as mine 2 floors down from my 8

th

floor office.

I had his cell phone number and called him directly. "Frank, its Tom"

"Tom, you know they have this new thing called caller Id right? For a big time lawyer, you're not that bright are you. What's going on, you calling to get beat again? You still owe me from the last game we played."

"Funny guy, How about I settle up. Can you meet me at La Tolteca on Marsh Rd around noon tomorrow? I have to tell you its business related."

Frank was sharp which made him one of the best. He could tell by my voice its was more than business. "Sure Tom, I'll be there."

"Appreciate it, I see you soon." Frank was not only my investigator. He was a friend. We had gotten close over the years. He was very no nonsense. Had a very dry sense of humor. Maggie had spent quite a bit of time trying to set him up with one nice lady after another. But for some reason non of them ever stuck. Its not that his not interested. I've seen him looking at women before. We would see him at social functions he's always with his secretary Alice for years. I thought nothing is going on between them. She was perfect for him if only he would realize it. Finally something happened between them and they both had funny smiles next time I seen them. I'm happy for him. He deserved to be happy. He's a changed man.

Chapter 3

Mag's Midnight Black Benz pulled up to an apartment complex on the other side of Greenville in the Claymont section of the city. Its an area she normally wouldn't have a reason to be in, Except this is where her current and so far only lover lives. They were one of the many new complexes built in the last 20 years. This one was built only 5 years earlier. Jared was not that tall at 5 foot 7 inches. But he had a hard body and even harder dick. Girthy and long at 8 inches. Almost 2 inches longer than Tom. I had other lovers before Tom. Maybe 3 or 4. I didn't want to get a reputation in College. Tom had been my only lover for the last 30 plus years. Helen convinced me I owed it to myself to live a little. After raising 4 kids and taking care of the house and Tom all those I was owed some freedom.

I had a key to Jared's apartment. Of course I did, I was helping pay the rent. He was surprised to see me at that time of day.

"Baby, whats going on? Did something happen?" As he got up to meet me. Hew could tell I was upset and wrapped his arms around me.

"Tom and I got into an argument. He was so mean to me. I don't know who he is anymore."

"What did you argue about this time?" He knew she was the problem cause of the way she talked about her husband. From reputation he seemed to be a good guy. As much he loved the MILF pussy he couldn't understand why she was doing the things was doing. He had an idea Helen was behind most of this.

"Our trip this weekend. I told him I was going away. That I needed some me time to unwind. Of course I didn't tell him I'm going away with my lover'.as she turned to kiss me with a mischievous look 'He was so mad. Asking why I felt I deserved to go away. What made my life so hard that I need to take a vacation and without telling or taking him. He's been such an asshole lately"

Jared was slow to respond. He knew how she could be. She had gotten more and more selfish over time. She had mentioned how she cut off her husband from sex for the last month or so. I never asked her to do that. Shit like that comes back to bite you eventually.

When he first met Maggie she was so nice. Derrick had said Helen, his current side piece, had mentioned she had a friend who needed to loosen up. At first she didn't want to get together. They just hung out at Club Metro off Monroe. You could tell she wasn't a nightclub kind of person. She dressed wrong number one. She looked like a housewife who was trying to fit in. It's the only way to describe it. She was attractive but needed some freshening up. Little by little she came around. Jared was pretty sure it was because of Helen being in her ear all the time.

The first time they had sex at his place one Saturday after the club she cried for an hour. She had been all hot and ready at the club. Once the deed was done she fell apart. Jared really thought this wasn't worth it. The sex was okay. Well sex is like Pizza, There's no such thing as bad pizza. Some is just better than others.