Money means everything to some:
First this is written in British English, I have put this through Microsoft editor so the mistakes in grammar and punctuation are not mine.
Please forgive me for any mistakes in location or points of law as I am a British subject whiting a story set in the US. All names and places are fictious as are the references to legal matters. Remember this is fiction set in my world, so anything goes.
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My name is William Grant my wife Cindy and out twin children Mike and Lindy age fifteen live in the ranch house my grandparents left me just outside the little town of Justin some fifty miles from Fort Worth off rout 20.
Cindy and I were childhood sweethearts from the age of ten we grew up together and were inseparable until Cindy went to college to study Art and History. I on the other hand went to work for my father in the construction business, building and renovating just about anything that came our way. Most of our work was contract based with the local authority building and maintaining public buildings such as schools and libraries, so our work base was sound. We also did a lot of work for the local Air Force base.
Let me tell you a little bit about myself and Cindy. My parents were not wealthy, but we did ok. My dad ran the construction business and mom did the books and looked after me and my little sister Karen. I was a late developer and didn't reach my full growth until my late teens even then I was only 5'10'' and 180lbs. My dad said I could not run a construction gang unless they respected me, and as we employed a lot of ex-cons dad felt I needed a leg up. One day dad called me into his office and explained that although I was working part time on site and putting on muscle, the average worker would make mincemeat out of me if I tried to enforce my authority and if I couldn't control a work gang, I would be no use to him. He then introduced me to his company supervisor Patrick.
''William this is my supervisor Patrick, now Patrick is also my enforcer, he sees that the men behave themselves at work and if they give him any lip, he takes them behind the shed's and explains how things work. Patrick was a green beret, so no one argues with him twice. Pat here is going to teach you how to look after yourself for an hour every night.''
So began a long and painful association with Patrick. I did learn to fight and defend myself and how to ignore pain and keep on fighting. However, mom fussed over me every time I got home, tut, tutting about every split lip and bruise.
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Cindy on the other hand came from a wealthy family who wholeheartedly disapproved of our friendship and tried to split us up, this of course made us even more determined to stay friends. This changed one night when Cindy went to a frat party and had a little bit too much to drink or was slipped a date rape drug. I was on my way home from my latest lesson with Patrick when my cell rang, it was Cindy's number, so I answered it, but it wasn't Cindy it was one of her friends Pam.
''Bill, can you get here as quickly as you can, Cindy is out of her head and a couple of guys are trying to get her into their car, I think they plan to rape her, I've called the campus police, but no one answers it goes straight to the answer machine.''
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''Give me the address and I'll be there as fast as I can, don't let them leave.''
She gave me the address and I put my foot down. As I approached the address, I saw a commotion outside the frat house Cindy's friend was standing in front of a car and refusing to move. Two jocks were pulling her to one side so that the car could leave, as they pulled her out of the way I blocked their exit with my truck. I jumped out and ran to the side of the vehicle and looked inside, there was Cindy laying across the rear seat and half on jocks lap with her dress pulled up round her waist and his hand down her panties. I opened the door grabbed him by the hair and dragged him out as he hit the floor I stamped on his balls, and he squealed like a stuck pig. I reached over the front seat and took out the keys and threw them acrost the street. I looked up and saw the other two jocks coming towards me I dropped the first one with a knuckle jab to the throat the second one took a swing at me which I easily avoided, I grabbed his arm and pulled it towards me causing him to overbalance, as he stumbled forward I kicked his feet away dumping him on the floor, before he could get up I kicked him twice in the balls, end of fight.
Just then a campus police cruiser turned up lights flashing. They took the three jocks into custody after taking statements. Pam and I helped Cindy into my truck and all three of us took Cindy home. Cindy's father was furious with me for letting Cindy get into this state and was about to strike me when Pam got between us and explained what had really happened. Cindy's father calmed down at once, and apologised Cindy's parents thanked me for saving their daughter from being raped. After this incident I was on much better terms with her parents, I was even invited to dinner and introduced to some of their friends as Cindy's saviour.
Cindy and I started dating seriously and after six months I asked her to marry me, the following year we were married. Cindy was a perfect wife to me except in one area we never had enough money, she came from money and of course all her friends had money, but we lived on what I earned. I was slowly rebuilding the house but not quickly enough for Cindy. In fact, Cindy's main fault was that she was always comparing our lifestyle with her rich friend's lifestyle. She wanted this year's car, new furniture and high and clothes. We had endless arguments about money, why didn't my dad pay me more and when would the house be finished.
Cindy often went out with her rich friends, I was invited a couple of times but the made a point of bragging how rich they were compared to us, so I stopped going. Which suited me fine and allowed me to continue work on the house.
Although I worked for my dad's construction company my first love was engineering. I had always loved taking things apart trying to find out how they worked and how to improve them. So I went back to college, well community college taking night courses, I eventually obtained my Bachelor's degree in mechanical engineering. I stayed with my dad's company but built a little workshop next to the house, I bought a second hand lathe, bench drill and milling machine. This came in handy when one of our piling machines broke down and we found parts were no longer available owing to its age, I took it apart and made the parts with a few innovations of my own, the damn thing worked better than ever and dad gave me a bonus.. I spent the time in my workshop redesigning a diesel pump for which I applied for the patent which was accepted as patent pending. Over the next few years I designed and built several other innovations mostly injectors and pumps, all were accepted as patent pending.
When the children were born Cindy became a stay at home mom, she was an excellent mother and a loving wife, the sex was fantastic and at least four of five times a week. This went on until the children went to school and Cindy got bored. One night after the children were in bed Cindy came and sat on my lap and kissed me passionately. This usually meant we were about to have mind blowing sex or she wanted something.
''Bill, Now that the kids are at school I thought I might get a job at the local school teaching art and history and the extra money would be useful.''
''Where did this come from?''
''I was talking to one of the other mothers who's married to the principle and she told me they were looking for a history teacher as the present one is pregnant and will be leaving soon. We could put the extra money towards the rebuild of the house.''
This sounded like a good idea and as a bonus it meant she would have less spare time to spend with her rich layabout friends, so I agreed. Everything went well for the next ten years. Cindy would take the kids to school and start work at the end of the day she would bring them home and start dinner. I would come home about an hour later eat do some chores around the house, watch some tv as a family then go to bed. Sex dwindled to once or twice a week usually at the weekend. I didn't mind too much as I was usually tired after a day's work and so was Cindy.
However, there was still the Cindy that wanted more. I had all but finished the house renovations it had changed from a simple three bed single story ranch house to a five bed two story ranch house. I was now putting a swimming pool in.