Authors note: This story is not stand alone. To understand where it is coming from you need to read Dickie Gets Even. There is some sex, but it is not really a stroke story, but a tale of revenge.
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I sat in a chair across the room and watched the man tied to the chair shake his head to clear out the cobwebs. I just sat there while he tried to move and found out that he was immobile. He looked around the room and then he saw me. He had to squint his eyes at first and then recognition came.
"Well hello there Slick. How you doin?"
"Not bad Dickie and about to get better."
"I prefer Rich. I grew out of 'Dickie' a long time ago."
"Yeah? Well you will always be Dickie to me."
"So what's up Slick?"
"Payback Dickie."
"What you gonna do Slick, beat me with a baseball bat while I'm tied to a chair?"
"No Dickie, what I have in mind is a two part program. I'm going to ruin your life and then I'm going to cripple you so you will spend the rest of your life in a wheel chair. We start with a little story that goes back to the very first time you punched me" and then I told him the story of how my father had reacted and why we had fought at school the next day.
"And that has been the credo that I have come to live by Dickie. I don't let anybody get away with anything. They fuck with me they have to pay a price. Like my dad always said, "It don't matter none if it takes years, we always get even." Well, it has taken me almost three years to get you where you are now. It has taken a considerable amount of money and I had to make a pact with the devil, but today I'' going to even the score and then make sure that I never have to worry about you again."
"Oh come on now Slick, it wasn't that bad. You saw the tape; she liked it."
"Yeah Dickie, she liked it so much she finally put a gun in her mouth and killed herself."
His face paled at that and I think for the first time since he opened his eyes and found he was tied to a chair he was afraid.
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It had taken three years for everything to line up the way I needed it to. After what he did to Tammy at the reunion I vowed to use every dime I had to find him, find out what he treasured most and then take it from him and grind it into dust. I had hired a firm of private investigators as soon as I returned home and had turned them loose. I told them I didn't care what it cost, but I wanted Dickie found and put under a microscope. I wanted to know everything about him right down to how many squares of toilet paper he used to wipe his ass. It took over a year and put a huge dent in my bank balance, but I got what I wanted.
During that year Tammy had to be institutionalized twice; she had a nervous breakdown every time she saw a black man and finally she couldn't take it anymore and she had put a gun in her mouth. After that I lived for the day when I could follow the Dixon creed and get even. I used the money from Tammy's life insurance to pay the detective agency to keep tabs on Dickie and they discovered that he was bringing his family to Denver to spend a week skiing at Aspen. I used that three weeks to get ready for our little reunion.
To do what I wanted I needed help and I knew just where to get it. It would cost me dear, but as my dad had said, it didn't matter how much it cost or how long it took a Dixon always got even. A union that was suspected of having ties to organized crime had been trying to organize my company for almost a year. I had fought them off and so when I contacted the organizer and asked for a meeting he was surprised. He was even more surprised when I told him where I wanted to have the meeting.
I met him at my health club and we stripped and went into the sauna.
"There's a reason for this Mike," I said, "It is important to me that you and I see that the other isn't wearing a wire."
He looked at me for a minute and then said, "Go ahead, you called this meeting."
"You are pushing hard to get a foothold in the industry and haven't been doing all that well. I'm prepared to give you what you want, but at a price. If what I hear about your union is true we can deal. If it isn't we go back to the status quo."
"Go ahead, I'm listening."
I told him the full story and that my chance was at hand, but I lacked the expertise to get certain things done. "You help me Mike and I let your union in the door and I give you a favorable contract."
He stared at me for almost a full minutes and then he said, "I'll get back to you" and he got up and left.
