Respect was something we had tried to instill in our children when they were young. Not only did you have to teach it, but you had to show it to earn it. It was something I had to learn for myself when I was growing up; however, I never learned it from my parents.
I was eleven years old, and the winter had been very severe, so my dad had his best friend move into our house for the winter because of the poor driving conditions on the country roads. They had moved my older sister into my bedroom because hers had two twin beds which he and I could use. One night I awoke to find him and mother in the other bed having sex. She saw me and told him to be quiet that I would lay back down and fall asleep. She was right; I did.
The next day I asked her about she said it never happened that I must have been dreaming. Two weeks later, I caught them again, but this time using my parents' marital bed. The result of their relationship was my younger sister. My mother, to protect herself made me the family liar. My dad raised my half-sister as his own but turned to whiskey to kill the pain. I learned hard and fast that to most the truth did not matter. To me it did, and to this day I have hated liars. I would not condone or protect them. To many who knew me that because of this at times, I looked like a total ass.
My only son learned the hard way that not talking to me was the worst thing he could do in his life. Communicating with his mother made little problems big. If she got to me before he did, they became extreme. His mother knew what buttons to push and, for him, it was a rough two years, but then he opened to me. He learned that accountability was the price he had to pay. He was turning 16 this year and wanted his first car. He was the oldest of three.
My youngest brought home a bad winter cold which she lovingly passed on to me, so I was up dealing with a coughing fit flipping tv channels looking for something worth watching when I discovered a new version of the cams used by police officers. Using my cell phone, I texted a friend of mine asking him if there were models that could automatically forward the current video when it got full to a preprogrammed email address. Two days later, he called and told me of a product that did just that, but it was not as cheap and only worked as designed when there was free Wi-Fi available. It ended up costing me well over two thousand for three of them. I told him to deliver them to my office at work along with a new laptop I ordered for my personal use.
It was my job in the advertising firm I worked in to supervise all commercial shoots, which meant I was often at remote sites for days. The majority shareholders of the firm were identical twin brothers one gay, one straight their names were Robert and Steven Walker. Steven was known to be a player and had never married. We seemed to get along great. I had been with them a lot of years and now pulled in six figures so, life for me was going great. While I was away if my wife needed an escort, Robert, who is gay, was the brother who stepped in. It gave him the chance to enhance his public image.
David Peters delivered them to me showing up at my office one Friday afternoon with a few added items for me to review. The first thing he said I needed to do was to set up an email address in the cloud for the video to be sent to. So, I set up a new account just for that. The cams were no bigger than a diamond stud. All motion-activated, so he had one installed into a set of earrings. They would work for up to a week before needing to be recharged, and that was done wirelessly when a signal was detected. All she had to do was take them off and put them back into its box. Each videocam had its identification number and would show it with everything they sent. He asked me why I wanted them. I explained that my gut was telling me something was not right, but that I had no clue as to what. I wanted to verify for myself that my stomach was wrong. I was scheduled to fly out Sunday night on my next trip.
Sunday, I gave Debra my wife of almost eighteen years her present. A set of diamond earrings that hung down from the stud. She loved them and promised to wear them the whole time I was gone. Before hitting the airport, I stopped at the office to pick a few items I would need. It gave me a chance to drop off a note in both of my bosses' office that I would call them if problems arose. I placed one of the cams in each of their offices so that they gave an uninterrupted view of their office desk. Both being directly connected to the sources they needed. Off I flew from New York to Whistler on the west coast of British Columbia Canada because we were scheduled for a two-week shoot for a new ski board commercial. Thankfully they still had the snow on the upper peaks.
I'm not a big man just five foot nine inches, 166 pounds with a thirty-two-inch waist. Debra always says I have to wear a boys three to nine sock. Her wrist was thicker than mine. We were both the same height so around me; she never wore heels. She had a decent rack, besides anything more than a mouthful was more than I could handle. Her measurements were 36c- 26 and 36. With long blonde hair, she still caught the attention of many a man but had always shut them down. Our sex life when I was home had slowed down but was still quite regular, and it seemed our children took after her side of the family, so I had no reason to doubt.
As a precaution, and because we live in the city, we agreed to have DNA tests on our children. Also, we had their fingerprints done and on file in case anything happened to them. On Wednesday's while I was doing my karate training, she would go to the theater otherwise we spent all our free time together. Friday was our night for dinner and dancing because we both loved to dance. The weekends when possible were devoted to our kids. Debra ran her own interior decorating company from home, which provided her with a good income, and she had an answering service for when she was out. There were times we were both swamped and would both be away from home. Both sets of our parents would step in to help. As a result, our kids had a deep relationship with both.
On Monday evening, I began reviewing the information sent me so far after sending in the daily update on the company supplied laptop. Afterward, I opened mine and discovered three messages sent. What caught my interest first was an argument between Steven and Robert.
"I've had enough of it. Robert said. "Being your muse so you can screw Debra is no longer fun. God if Glenn ever finds out we are fucked. He does the job of three, and without his ability, we would lose millions. Do you know how many clients we would lose if he went to our competition? You've got to stop it now."
"I can't!" Steven said. "I love her, and according to Debra, their three children are mine."
"Jesus Fucking Christ. You're an idiot." Robert said. "I'm seeing our corporate lawyer to ask him what we should do to protect the firm. If the truth comes out, we are all screwed! Glenn will destroy us all and will have every right."
I went to the bathroom to vomit. I called my older cousin Gordon, the high priced divorce lawyer, getting him out of bed. Let's say he was not impressed when I told him what I had found out. He told me to send all the video clips I received to him, and he would begin working things from his side. The first thing he wanted to arrange was obtaining a DNA sample of Steven Walker. The video's themselves could not be used, but the transcribing of the conversations could. He requested I get a copy of my firm's human resources department manual sent to his office. He asked that I find a notary to fax him a power of attorney. I will put the PI Firm we work with on it tomorrow. They will get the when, where, and how. Good thing you're in Canada. With you not around makes it easier because their guard will be down. If it goes well, it would be nice to serve them before you are scheduled to return. I replied that should be in just under two weeks, but it might take longer.
The next morning, I called an assistant of mine who handled anything I needed doing while on the shoot. I asked her to forward the manual to my cousin's office on the qt. Nora said she would and commented; I guess you finally found out. After replying yes, she said she would keep mum for now but was willing to testify on my behalf when needed. So, management had known all along. Next came our families doctor office to explain that I need copies of my children's DNA sent to the lawyers because I was drawing up a new will. I charged the fee to my credit card. One of the Canadian people working with us was able to get a notary to come out. For the rest of the week, I just sent the video's onward because I knew my cousin would explain it all. The rest of the week, I spent my spare time fighting myself from going into the lounge and getting drunk. I now understood my father's pain.
Friday afternoon after setting up what could be done over the weekend I flew out to Vancouver by helicopter, then caught an all-nighter back to New York. Renting a car, I parked it down the street from my house. I was surprised to see the in-laws picking up our three kids. Half an hour later out came Debra dressed to the nines in high heels wearing a brand-new dress that hugged her body like it was a silhouette. It showed her sensuality in such a way that said baby let's fuck. As soon as she was gone, I turned off the alarm and went into my office to get what I called 16 logbooks. Inside were the dates of each trip, what happened, and where I was. Those logbooks had saved my ass legally more than once.
An hour later, I was at Gordon's sitting in his kitchen, discussing what he had learned. A DNA sample had been obtained from Steve, and we were waiting for the comparisons to be completed. They had also discovered the penthouse the two had owned for twenty-two years. Neighbors believed them to be a common-law couple, and he had proof that they both were there so regularly that neighbors thought they worked weekends and nights. They have a housekeeping firm come in twice a week. He had affidavits showing they were a common-law couple before we had even met. Her limited company's sole customer was a limited company that sold and bought low-end apartment buildings then remodeling them and selling them as furnished units to new buyers at inflated prices. That firm was owned entirely by Steven Walker.
Corporate tax filing showed that Debra was making over half a million a year after expenses but drew out less than eighty thousand for herself. My children may not be mine but were they Stevens? That was yet to be determined. Since Debra had played me, was she doing the same to Steven?
Gordon told me my mother was getting the kids next weekend because I was not expected home before Monday, at least. We agreed to burn the bitch, her lover, and the company. When she was at her primary residence- their penthouse, I would have moved what I thought she should have out of the house. I told him I would fly back on Friday night. He would have all the cards in both names canceled and half of our accounts emptied before they were frozen by court order the day, I was heading home. I flew back to Canada to finish the shoot working twice as hard.
Robert Walker met me at the airport when I got off the plane the following Saturday morning. He was surprised I had finished the shoot early and was confused because he couldn't understand why our meeting couldn't have waited until Monday. I carried the company's laptop with me. Over coffee, we talked about the trip and what needed to be done by the editing department.
While we were sitting there, a gentleman walked up to him and asked if he was Robert Walker. Robert confirmed his identity, so the man said you've been served. Before he could say a word, I handed him the laptop, the company keys, credit cards and pulled out of my suit jacket my letter of resignation. Then I explained that his brother and my wife were being served too. His face went white, and he asked how bad it was going to get. I replied I was going for their throats.
"I have DNA that confirms that Steven is the biological father of all of Debra's and my children. The lovers are being served at their penthouse right now. Remind them that they are under court order to stay five hundred feet away from my mother, the children, and me."
I thought poor Robert was about to lose his last meal. I got up and started to walk away. Robert attacked me in a rage. Before airport security got to us, he was on the floor with blood flowing from his face. He would not be a pretty boy any more without a lot of medical costs.
My Mother and my kids met me as I pulled in after opening the garage door. It was hard letting my two daughters know along with their brother that I was not their biological father. My mom lost it when I told them that their mother was with the man who fathered them in their love shack right now. I said to them that their relationship has been going on longer than your mother's and my marriage. For now, you'll be living with me until the court rules on the situation after you all have been interviewed. The court will consider all three of your parents' relationship with you before the judge decides. All three were devastated as was I.
