Prey should always be wary of predators
Author's note: I took one bit of creative license in creating a country later in the story -- Ohran. Think of it as an Emirate country next to Saudi Arabia. If I actually named a country, it would/might have opened the door for "they would never..." This is easier. Like Sokovia or Wakanda.
With the above title, obviously some fictitious politician will be mentioned. Every. Single. Thing. In this story is pure fiction. If something even remotely rhymes with a real-life event, that was not my intent. No one under the age eighteen is involved in anything sexual in this story.
Also, I've never posted a
Nude Day story
. This is my first attempt at that.
Prologue
Caleb Freidman was in a hurry. He was driving his kids to their daycare near Haifa, Israel on his way to work. Today was his turn since his wife's first lecture at the university where she taught didn't begin until 10:00am. He was a few minutes late, like normal, and his young daughters were strapped in tight to their car seats.
He was hurrying up a steep hill in the outside lane. Fortunately, traffic was speeding in both directions. He didn't see the paint truck enter his lane until it was too late.
The fully loaded truck's mass was much larger than his car's, and in a millisecond, the collision completely stopped his forward momentum. The angle of the hit was such that his car and the truck tumbled off the road and down the steep hill into the ravine below.
No one survived.
Chapter 1
Adam Mercer called to his kids who were playing Xbox with his niece and nephews, who they were visiting, "Hurry up, your mom's going to be here in a few minutes."
"Aww. Dad, do we have to go?"
"We've talked about this. Do you like spending time with me?"
They both replied, "Yeah."
"Then be good for your mom. She and Dennis can afford to hire tough attorneys that could bury me in lawsuits regarding the two of you. Then I wouldn't see you much at all. We just have to make the most of our time together."
Connie, the ten-year-old and oldest of the two said, "I hate their home. It's big and pretty but it's so...empty."
"It's new. Give them time and it will feel more like a home, eventually."
Reluctantly they turned to get their things, so they could spend the next week with their mother, his now ex-wife. It irritated him to have to be so agreeable, but he was determined to spend as much quality time with his kids as he could.
He could tell they preferred to stay with him, which was heartwarming for him in an otherwise shitty situation.
With the kids away, Annie, Adam's slightly older sister asked, "How you holding up?"
"Now that things have settled down, better. On the weeks that I don't have them, I use my days off from the fire station to work on my side business. When I have them, I pour everything I can into them. At least my house is decent, and the trailer park turned out to be a nice place."
John, his brother-in-law said, "You fell into a nice situation, there. I know Felicia did you wrong, but it could have been much worse."
"I know. Looking back, she could have been brutal. It's a fine line between her not wanting to hurt the man she was married to for eleven years and feeling pity for me."
John offered, "At least you didn't get caught doing something stupid to Dennis. Then you'd be in jail and would never be around your kids."
Annie said, "Don't worry. Karma has a way of evening things out. I still predict that eventually, Dennis' dislike for kids will overpower his lust for Felicia, and your kids will spend almost all of their time with you."
"Maybe. Hopefully."
Ten minutes later the doorbell was ringing. The wicked witch was there to pick up the kids.
Having been six months since the divorce was final, the kids have clothes in both homes, and their suitcases used for moving back and forth from home to home were small.
The kids greeted their mother with a hug, and Adam grabbed their small suitcases to place in the back of her luxury SUV.
The witch asked, "How you doing?"
He felt like he was getting asked that way too often. "Like you really care. I guess as good as can be expected."
"I'm real sorry, Adam."
There was that look again -- pity. He was sick of it from someone he now despised.
"We've hashed it out too many times already. You couldn't resist the love of your life showing back up. No need to beat the dead horse anymore."
She moved towards him like she was going to hug him, but Adam turned and walked back towards the front door of his sister's home; the home that was his and the witch's six months ago.
He heard the SUV start up and pull out of the driveway. John met him at the door holding luggage of his own.
"Off already?"
"Gotta run. I'm catching the last flight from Jacksonville that puts me into Birmingham before 10:00pm. My Uber is on the way."
With a concerned look, Adam said, "Hey man, before the Uber gets here, there's something I've been wanting to mention to you."
"What's up?"
"I was really happy that the two of you were able to buy the house from us during the divorce. At the time, I thought it was a good move for everyone. But Annie hasn't been happy for a while. I suspect it is your traveling so much. She tells me often that she misses you."
John replied, "I know. I hate it, too. Hopefully, it won't be like this for too much longer."
Adam had heard that before. "Look, John. You're my best friend, but I love my sister. You need to get this figured out before something bad happens."
"Bad? Like what?"
"I don't know. All I know is that she's sad when you aren't here, and that can quickly turn into anger or indifference if you let it go too long. I know that both of you love each other, so get it fixed before something like what happened with me and the witch happens to the two of you."
John asked, "Do you think that there's someone else?"
"What? No. I don't. If she were like our little sister, then that might be different. But she isn't like her. Still, you need to either reduce your travel or convince her to be okay with it."
John looked at his phone and could see that the Uber was still a couple of minutes away.
"Would you mind telling the driver that I'll be right there?"
"Sure."
John walked back inside their house, found Annie, whose look went from one of sadness to surprise at seeing him, and kissed her.
"I love you, Annie. I'm sorry about being gone so much. I'll find a way to cut back."
She had been pleased with his coming back inside but didn't want to get into that discussion again as he was about to leave for the third time that month, a week before Christmas.
Irritated she replied, "Where have I heard that before?"
"Neither of us likes it but I'm doing the best I can."
"I know you are, but it doesn't change the fact that you've been gone about twice as much as they said you would be."
"I can't help that."
She asked, "Are you trying? Have you asked to travel less?"
"I told you that I'm traveling so much so I can train Sherry while I'm working with the clients."
"So you've told me."
"My quarterly bonuses have been larger, though."
Exasperated, Annie sighed, "We're chasing our tails in this circular argument. The fact is, I don't believe anything is going to change for a while, even if you want it to. The kids, who miss you just as much as me, will have to suck it up for a little while longer."
He opened his mouth to say something, but she gently put a finger to his lips. "I love you. I just miss my best friend and lover. The kids miss their father. Promise me you won't be late for Christmas at my sister's." Then she smiled at him and continued, "...even though I know you aren't looking forward to spending it with her nor her asshole husband."
That earned her the smile she was hoping for.
"I promise you that before I hit the road after the new year, I'll sit down with my manager and tell him I need to cut back. Sherry's ready."
She gave him a sweet smile, and said, "I hope so. Now kiss me and go so you don't miss your flight."
He did. It wasn't a tonsil examination from their early years, but it was more than the pecks they had been giving each other lately.
"I love you, babe."
She replied, "I love you, too. I can't wait for us to spend some time together down in Fort Lauderdale. Maybe hit a beach or two. Now go."
As she watched him walk out the door, she was hopeful he meant what he said. But after hearing it for the third or fourth time, there wasn't as much hope as before.
When John walked out the door, Adam was there, alone.
"Where's the Uber?"
"I tried to get him to wait. Even told him it was important, but he said he had another fare available and took off."
"Damn."
"Don't worry about it. I'll take you." Then to get a dig in without seeming like he was Adam said, "It'll give us a few minutes together since we don't get to talk as much as we used to."
Adam could see he scored a direct hit with that.
Once in the car and on the way to the airport, John asked, "How's your business coming along?"