Continuation of Joan and Friends --
Some Names, Places and Scenes have been altered to protect peoples identities.
Enjoy my second attempt at writing erotic literature.
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Joan and I fell into a rhythm of her coming over Monday afternoons and Thursdays at 7pm till around 9:30 or so. The sex was delightful and fun for two consenting adults. We managed to do the deed in every room in the house within the first two weeks and a couple times outdoors.
While all our frolicking was going on she had filed for divorce from the cheating ass hat. Keeping the family house in the tony suburbs and sicking one of the best divorce attorneys in southern Florida I helped her research on him.
Saturdays I normally headed up to Orlando to go gaming with a great group. This Saturday though I was having one of those lazy days with gaming called off the night before when all of the sudden my phone gives its distinctive business call ring from an unknown number. Now Saturdays are a me day, I do what i want and whomever I want to do it with. So as I'm laying in my bed naked mindlessly stroking my morning wood thinking, about a former lover when my phone rings my private ringtone. So I reach over and pick it up and hear Joan talking to someone for half a minute then comes back on the line with me.
"Where are you?" Joan asks
I tell her I'm at home and ask if she is coming over for an extra bit of loving. She replies no and to go get my work clothes on she has an emergency job for me. This elicited a groan from me and I asked whats the emergency. She says I'll send you the address and some pictures to show you what your dealing with.
So I crawl out of bed and take a nice hot shower, as I'm soaping up my body I hear a series of notifications coming from my phone.
Pulling on a set of work shorts curiosity gets the better of me and I drop my clothes to my feet upon seeing the pictures. Its an absolute homeowners nightmare with stuff spray painted, toilet paper hanging, trees and plants uprooted or worse.
I walk out of my house and start loading my truck with every tool and chemical I can think of to mitigate the disaster I was going to.
Sixty four minutes after I answered Joan's call I roll up in front of a house in a subdivision about a mile from her place on a golf course. What I see is even worse then the pictures depicted and to top it off two squad cars and an unmarked cruiser are parked out front in the cul de sac. I start to get out of my truck and a guy hops out of the unmarked and comes over and starts chatting me up.
The officer introduced himself as lead detective of the property crimes division and asked me to walk around the house identifying the damage to the property. So we take a stroll around the one point something million dollar mansion. We get only about halfway around the house and I ask the detective if it rained last night and he indicates it hadn't, so I take my hand and reach down to the grass and it's wet. I bring the hand up to my nose and take a sniff of my wet hand then groan. The detective asks me whats wrong and I tell him one word ROUNDUP. Whomever had vandalized the property sprayed the lawn with the deadly chemical. We continue around the house and in the northwest corner I notice a ground box lid loose and point it out to the detective who opens the box on request. Inside is all the proof anyone would need, not one but two - one gallon jugs of commercial strength Roundup. I turn to the detective and say well I'm done with my assessment, the whole lawn including the garden beds will need to be replaced.
As we are walking up front I separate myself from the detective and go look at a tree for a second and shake my head. The detect gives me the shoulder shrug and I tell him the trees are girdled with a machete or something and they are as good as dead too.
We go stand by the squad cars and talk for a minute and i estimate the damage all said and done is well north on 50k not including what it would take to replace the mature trees. Just as I'm done writing down a few notes for the detective, two younger women drive up in a convertible BMW.
The detective breaks off from our conversation and walks up to the ladies. He talks to her for five or so minutes and has her sign some officious looking document. Then he leads the women over to me and introduced them as Diana the homeowner and Kate her friend.