No Way Honey: Jane

All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years of age or older.

Any spelling or grammar mistakes are of my own doing.

A big thank you to Britease, for allowing me to write a continuation of his story.

It's an honor to be given permission by one of the premier writers on Lit.

In the original story, the MMC (male main character) is not given a name, so I just made one up. I made up the last names as well.

WHERE I PICK UP THE STORY.

"They know Jane. They know." Mick said with a sigh.

I looked over at our friends, who had stayed behind.

"Party's over everybody, go home."

I turned around to go do something to Mick. Whether it was to punch him or yell at him, I didn't know. It was too late. Jane's father had his finger in his face, and her mother was ushering the kids down the hallway to their bedrooms. Jane was sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. I could hear her sobs.

I felt a deep sadness. Like my heart had been ripped out of my chest, and it seemed like I couldn't catch my breath. I stood there looking at the entire scene around me. My sadness got replaced with an anger that I'd never really had before, or at least in so long, that I couldn't remember. I started walking towards Mick, and Jane's father.

He saw me coming and started walking towards me. When he got about halfway to me, he finally spoke to me.

"I'm really sorry...."

That was all Mick got out of his mouth, before I lunged forward with all my strength and slammed my fist, straight into his nose. He fell back into Jane's father, and they both tumbled to the floor.

"OH MY GOD RONNIE!" my wife screamed.

Her father got up quickly for someone his age. He looked down at Mick, who was laying on the floor holding his hands over his nose.

"You deserve worse than that Mick." he said.

I was still pissed off, so I took a few running steps and kicked Mick right in the balls. The only sound that could be heard was the struggle for air, as he reached his bloody hands down to his crotch. I did feel a little better when I saw the tears streaming down his face.

I don't know how long I was standing there, but I must've been lost in another world. I was being pulled back by my father-in-law, as EMTs were trying to work on Mick.

"The police are on the way Ronnie."

"Who called the police?"

"The EMTs did on the radio."

I took my phone out of my pocket and called my family attorney. He told me that I was probably going to be arrested for assault, and that he'd meet up with me at the police station. After that, I called my brother Jack and his wife Jill, to come and stay at the house.

After I hung up the phone, I looked at my father-in-law.

"I want her out of my house, by the time I'm bailed out on Monday."

"What about the kids Ron?"

"What about them Tom? My brother and his wife are coming over to take care of them right now."

Shortly thereafter, I was placed under arrest for assault. Being stripped searched and prostate checked, really brings a man down. You're watched by an officer, as you shower and use lice shampoo all over your body.

I spent the first few hours in a large holding cell with five other guys. Two of them were drunk and sleeping. The other two had gotten into a fight with each other at a bar. They'd calmed down and were joking with one another. They congratulated me and gave me fist bumps, when I told them why I was locked up. I got moved to county jail in the early morning hours.

That weekend, I learned that county jail is like high school. Everybody knows everybody's business and there are cliques and little groups inside. Once word got around throughout the jail, what I had done to be inside, I was left alone. Quite a few fellow inmates actually gave me those "Atta boy" words.

My attorney and my brother visited me on Saturday afternoon. My attorney had met with the Crown Prosecution Service (CPS) and got me a great deal. My brother informed me that Jan packed up and left after I was arrested. She came over in the morning and explained to the kids that she'd be staying at grandma and grandpa's for a while, since mommy and daddy were having problems.

It was mid-morning on Sunday, when I heard Father Franks voice from my cell door.

"You are the last person I ever thought, I'd be visiting in jail Ronald."

"I never thought in my life, that I'd end up being in here either; but none of us can really see the future now can we." I said, as I put down my book and stood up.

We shook hands.

"Pull up a seat." I said with a chuckle, as I sat down on my bunk.

Father Franks sat down next to me. Both of us looking at the floor for what seemed like minutes.

"Even though I was asked by Jane to try and talk to you about reconciliation, I'm not going to do that Ronald."

"Thank you Father. I appreciate it."

"I'm more concerned that the violent outburst could open up a Pandora's Box in you. I've seen it before."

"Father. I'm not going to go around getting in bar fights."

"Well that's good to hear."

"I'm also not even a little bit sorry for what I did either."

"I must say, that is concerning to hear though Ronald. Mick ended up having one of his.... testicles, surgically removed." he said uncomfortably.

I couldn't help but start laughing. I got up and walked out of my cell, and into the hallway overlooking the common room.

"Hey everyone! The man that I beat up for cheating with my wife, had one of his balls surgically removed." I said loudly to everyone below.

A loud cheer went up, as I raised my fist in the air smiling. I turned around and walked back into my cell. Father Franks was staring at me with his mouth slightly open.

"Well this experience has certainly changed you Ronald." Father Franks said.

"It has Father. I always let her get her own way. I let her do everything. I'm no longer going to live that way. I'm not the same man that I was before, and I never will be again."

"Change can be a good thing Ronald. Just be careful on how much you change and how quickly you implement the changes."

"Father. After we pray together, you can tell Jane that I will be filing for divorce."

"Well now Ronald, don't you think that maybe counselling is the better option. She loves you and you both have children to consider."

"Where was her concern for the children, while she was having sex with someone that was not her husband, with our children in the other room?"

Father Franks shifted uncomfortably.

"I was not aware that the children knew of her indiscretion." he said.

"It was not an indiscretion. It was indiscretions. Every single Tuesday for weeks and probably months."

"I was not aware of the extent of her cheating, only that she had done it."

I could see that he was not only upset about two of his parishioners possibly getting divorced, but that he'd also been lied to. Father Franks and I prayed for my continued safety and for healing. He left and I went back to reading.

I was awakened at seven in the morning by the guards. Myself and the five other guys that were in the cell together on Friday night, were loaded into a prison van and driven to the Magistrate's Court. It was a short drive, only ten minutes at most. We were marched into a room and individually chained to a wooden bench. A guard gave each of us a ham and cheese sandwich, a bag of pretzels, a fruit cup, and a small carton of milk for breakfast.

The six of us sat there and ate our breakfast while talking about what we were going to do when we went home. At eight o'clock they started calling us into court. Time seemed to take forever as I watched the other five men, go before me. Soon I was the only one left in the room. Finally, the guard opened the door. I stood up to walk out, but my attorney walked in instead.

"We have a problem Ronnie." he told me.

"What do you mean? What's going on?"

"The magistrate is refusing to accept the plea agreement that CPS and I came up with."

I sat down on the bench in disbelief. I was expecting to be able to go home today. I guess all the political bullshit would be preventing that from happening. My attorney sitting down on the bench next to me, snapped me out of my stupor.

"I think that it would be in your best interest to apologize and show remorse. If this thing ends up in The Crown Court, you could get five to seven years in prison."

"My wife cheats on me, and I'm the one getting screwed."

"Yeah, pretty much. I'm sorry Ronnie, I really am." he told me.

"I can't apologize to that bastard. The only thing I'm sorry about, is that I didn't castrate him."

"You don't have to mean it. You just have to say it."

"Is there a new offer?"

"Yes." he replied.

"OK, well what is it?"

He took a deep breath in, and I knew that I wasn't going to like it.

"6 months in jail with 12 months suspended, meaning if you re-offend in any way, you serve that time, a five thousand pound fine, and one hundred hours of community payback."

"That's it? I can do that. No problem."

"You're kidding right." he asked me with a surprised look on his face.

"I've had no problem in the jail at all. I'm actually quite well liked."

"It's true. The inmates love what he did to that guy. He's not being bothered at all." the guard who was standing at the door said out loud.

"I can't believe what I'm hearing Ronald. I understand that what Jan did was horrible, but you've become a completely different person. What has happened to you?"

"The moment I'm divorced from Jane, I'm going to write a book about prison life and what happened. My publisher is going to absolutely love this."

My attorney and I were called out of the room, and led into the courtroom. As I entered through the side door, I saw my brother Jack and my sister-in-law Jill, sitting in the front row by our table. In the next row behind them, was Jane and her parents. Sitting next to Jane, was Father Franks. I was surprised to see that behind them, was Mary and her parents.

The magistrate came in and called everyone into order.

The CPS attorney tried to get him to accept the deal that everyone had already agreed to. The magistrate shot it down immediately and responded.

"I fully understand the circumstances around the assault. The offender learned some terrible and disgusting news, that no husband should ever have to hear, and having to hear it from his own children, during a party with guests is appalling."

He was interrupted by a wail of crying by Jane. As the magistrate banged his gavel and ordered quiet in the courtroom, I looked behind me and saw Jan sobbing into her mother's shoulder.

He continued, "I know that Mr. Williams was in shock and was not of sound mind, when he assaulted Mr. McMullen."

"Exactly sir." my attorney said.

"I cannot however, ignore that fact that Mr. Williams caused Mr. McMullen grievous bodily harm, in which a testicle had to be surgically removed."

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh, and quickly covered my mouth with my hands. I wasn't the only one to laugh either. I heard my brother and Jill laugh as well.

"Mr. Williams, please rise." the magistrate ordered.

My attorney and I stood up.

"Mr. Williams, I hereby order you to spend 6 months in jail. I am ordering an additional 12 months to be suspended, meaning if you commit any kind of crime, you serve that time. I'm issuing a five thousand pound fine, as well as one hundred hours of community payback."

He banged his gavel and walked away, as Jan was sobbing loudly.

"I'm so sorry Ronnie. I've ruined our lives."

I turned around hugged my brother and Jill, then looked at Jan.

"Sign the papers when they show up Jane." I said to her, as I was whisked back out the side door with her crying.

**********

The six months in jail went by very slowly. I spent every day reading and working out. Push-ups, sit-ups, wall-sits, and burpees in my cell. We were allowed outside for one hour a day. I spent forty-five minutes of it, jogging around the perimeter. Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I was able to use the bench press, dumbbells, and squat machine in the yard.

I wrote down in a journal everything that happened each day. The people that I met, what brought them to jail, what they were hoping was waiting for them once they got out. Some were there due to bad circumstances, some were there because they made bad choices, some were there because they are just evil and bad people. I got to see and hear the points of view, from all different races and religions. All were eager to share not only their stories, but also what they "would do" if they were in my situation.

Every other Saturday, either my brother or my sister-in-law would bring my children to come see me. They didn't quite grasp what was going on at the time. They told me that their mom cried all the time, that her parents, and that my brother and SIL, were over a lot. Sometimes there was yelling. They told me that they loved and missed me. That was wonderful to hear, but at the same time, it was hard as well.

My brother told me that Mary ended up slapping Jane at the grocery store. She was also finding it hard to find anybody to that would talk to her. Our friends were shunning her. Even at church, nobody would sit near her or even talk to her. On Father Franks Sunday visits, he'd talk to me about her struggles within the community. He would talk to me about forgiveness. If people saw that I had forgiven her, maybe they'd be more open to welcome her back.

"Father, I'm never going to forgive her for what she did to our family."

"Colossians 3:12-13, As the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive." he replied.

"Galatians 6:8, The one who sows to please his sinful nature, from that nature will reap destruction." I replied to him.

Father Franks frowned.

"Is there any hope at all? Divorce is horribly damaging to children. Are you not thinking about them at all?"

"Was she thinking about our children, when she was fucking our neighbor! You accuse me of not thinking about my children or being a bad father again, and you'll find out exactly how much I have changed!" I yelled at him.

Father Franks look at me aghast. Right before he said something, a fellow inmate named Tony came to the door of my cell.

"A few of us are going to go roll and train on the mats, you coming?" he said, while tossing me headgear.

"Of course." I replied while catching it.

"You're fighting now Ronald?" Father Franks said with surprise.

"It's really just rolling and sparring." I replied while standing up.

"He's actually quite good Father. Like a fish to water." Tony said smiling.

I stood up, walked over to Tony, and we fist bumped. I looked at Father Franks.

"Tell Jane, to sign the divorce papers. I know she has them.

With thirty days left to go, my attorney came to see me. He had a manilla envelope sitting on the table in front of him.

"She signed em?" I asked.

"No. This is a counter offer that she and her attorney came up with."

"Counter offer? Really. She cheats on me and thinks she has any leg to stand on."

"I really think you should look at it" he told me.

"Who do you work for, me or her?" I asked him.

"I work for you and I'm telling you to look at the damn papers Ronald."

I sighed as I unclasped it and dumped the contents onto the table.

Inside was a Trial Separation Agreement and a handwritten note by Jane. I picked up the separation agreement and tore it into pieces.

"There will not be a trial. She already fucked around on me for who knows how long. Tell her to sign the divorce papers. I want nothing to do with her, outside of our children. Now get it done.

The weekend before I was to get out, my attorney and brother visited.

We all shook hands. The guards do not let people hug, even family members.

"So, did she sign the papers?" I asked my attorney as we sat.

"No she hasn't." my attorney said.

"What is the god damn holdup?" I asked.

"She got a judge to order marriage counseling." he replied.

"This nightmare will not end." I said, as I rubbed my face.

"Look Ronnie. Jan is in bad shape. She's barely eating and she's drinking a couple bottles of wine a week." my brother chimed in.

"Now you're on her side Jack?"

"Absolutely not Ronnie. You know better, but the kids need their mother." he replied.

"She made her bed Jack. Actions have consequences. Stop blaming me for what she chooses to do. If she's drinking, that's on her."

"I'm not blaming you at all Ronnie. I'm not even telling you to forgive her, but you must talk to her.

"Both of you tell her that when she signs the divorce papers, then I'll talk to her." I said to my brother and attorney.

After that we got down to what was going to happen the day that I get out. Since I was being released on a Friday afternoon, it was decided that I'd spend that first weekend at home with Lilly and Tommy alone. Jane would go stay with her parents. Jack told me that the kids had been planning everything that they were wanting to do for when I got back home. I missed them dearly.

All of Friday morning, fellow inmates kept giving me hugs and wishing me well. A few of them gave me their phone numbers or the number of a family member, asking that I keep in touch with them. I was being released just before lunch, so I had to eat breakfast in jail. The cook made me a special omelette, instead of the generic powdered eggs. It really was a touching gesture.

Jack had brought a change of clothes for me to wear when I got out, a few days prior. I walked out the front door of the jail at 11:15 AM on an usually warm and sunny fall day. I saw that he was waiting for me with a limousine and a driver standing next to him.

"Why'd you get a limo?" I asked him as we hugged.

The driver opened the door. I crouched and got inside. When I looked up to go sit at the back, sitting in the seats were my children Lily and Tommy, as well as my sister-in-law Jill. I had no sooner than sat on the far back seat, when both my children leaped into my arms. There were tight hugs, tears of joy, and a lot of "I missed you's" and "I love you's" spoken. At some point Jack had gotten inside sat beside Jill and we were moving.

"What's the plan guys?" I asked, as my kids sat on either side of me.

"We have reservations at Angelina's for lunch, then you have a few papers to sign at the attorney's office. After that we're taking the kids to Wacky Warehouse, so that the three of us can talk about some things." Jill replied.

Angelina's is a high end mediterranean style restaurant. It took me a few minutes to get used to that type of silence. Jail is very noisy. Lots of chatter, yelling, just a lot of noise. After six months of jailhouse food, I didn't want to overload my system, so I had a Chicken, Tomato, Cucumber and White Bean Salad for lunch.

Lily and Tommy kept going on about all the things they did over the summer and the beginning part of fall. We had a delicious lunch and got back into the limo. On the way to my attorney's office, Tommy talked about the start of his first year of Primary School. He talked about his teacher and the new kids that he had met. Lily kept saying how she couldn't wait to start school next year.

At the attorney's office, I had to sign some paperwork. Even though alcohol had nothing to do with what I did, I couldn't have any alcohol or drugs for the duration of my probation. It wasn't like that would've been hard to do anyhow. I rarely drank and the few times I did, it was during a football game or a glass of wine with a nice dinner.

He ended up putting me on a video call with my publisher. She was really excited about the idea for my book. I'd been mostly published in different online news sites, as I covered everything from sports to crime to major news. She told me that there's a sizable market for "true crime and drama." She informed me that my case had gotten coverage, all throughout the country. Of course I didn't know that, since I was sitting in jail.