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This is my second positing. I must agree with many of you that said my first submission, "What the future holds" needed a bit of work. I have sense found a wonderful editor who has not only fixed most of my punctuation, grammar, spelling and general typo mistakes, but also provided me with insight on how to make my story more enjoyable to read. She has done all of this while trying to keep up with an insanely busy school schedule. It is for this reason that I not only wish to thank my editor Khepri9447, but I am also dedicating this story entitled "Not a bad way to live" to her as well.
"All rise. Divorce court 132 Williams's verses Williams is now in session, the honorable Judge Terrance Bolt presiding. Please be seated." the bailiff said.
Don Speaks:
So here I was the one place I never thought that I would ever be, separated from my wife of 25 years by a walkway divided by two long tables. My lawyer sat on one side and hers on other; neither of them really giving a damn that a once loving family is on the verge of being destroyed by the procedure that is about to take place. I think back to a few short months ago. We seemed so happy then. Our 25th wedding anniversary was coming up, and I, being the romantic type, was planning a surprise party where we would be renewing our vows in front of family and friends. I guess I was the one who ended up surprised after all. Before you ask, no, I did not find her cheating on me, although it would have probably been easier to handle if I had. That statement alone should give you some idea of just how bad things really are. Before I get into all of that, let me give you a bit of background information.
I met my wife at work, of all places. I was an electronics engineer helping to create a system of communication which could be used as an instant translator for virtual meetings around the globe. This project was going to revolutionize the industry, by making it possible for people who spoke multiple languages to be able to stage board room chats. The beauty of this system was that a person only had to speak a sentence once, for it to be translated into many different languages. All that was required was to log on and chose your desired language. After that any sentence that you spoke into the microphone was analyzed for its content, and then restructured so that it made sense, before it was transmitted to the recipient in his or her own native tongue.
Kim Lee was a multilingual translator my company brought in to help solve a few of our technical issues pertaining to the perception of various accents. During our first meeting I was immediately struck by her faultless beauty. She had long black hair, which hung down to just above her gorgeous behind. Her big brown eyes and flawless skin just seemed to accentuate her natural Asian characteristics. If it isn't obvious by now I was smitten.
Although I tried to be as friendly as possible, Kim seemed to be quite standoffish with me; always refusing any invitation I extended to get together after work. Even my suggestions for a quick cup of coffee, or meeting to discuss business during lunch were turned down. I eventually got the message that she just wasn't interested in me personally, and I reluctantly gave up trying to speak to her, unless it was absolutely necessary. It was a few months later when she actually came looking for me.
"Don, can I ask you a question?" She wanted to know.
I came back with my standard answer to that question that technically she already had. Snickering at my dry since of humor she asked me why I seemed to be avoiding her. I thought about lying and saying that I didn't realize that is what I had been doing, but I believe in being honest with people whenever possible. I know, it's not exactly a trait that will take you far in the business world, but that is just the way I am wired.
"Kim, when you first started here I made every effort to be friendly, but you just didn't seem interested. I have since refined my contact with you to one of a strictly business basis." I explained.
"That was my fault. Why don't we try again? How about meeting me for lunch, and we can try to get to know each other a little better?" She suggested.
So that's what we did. I took her to a small Chinese restaurant I knew where the food is very authentic. She later told me that it reminded her very much of a place she used to frequent back home. That made me smile.
To say we had a good time during lunch would have been a gross understatement. We laughed and joked throughout most of the meal. The only exception was when she was explaining about having been through a bad breakup with her ex-boyfriend just before coming to work for us. Kim mentioned that was the reason she had shot down all of my previous attempts to befriend her, and like the gullible fool that I am, I believed her.
Lunch together became a fairly regular affair after that. We sometimes just ate in the employee break room, but often we would sneak away to our now favorite place to have our own little taste of Asian cuisine and ambiance. It was during this time frame when I finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a real date. Even though we seemed to be getting along rather well, I was still somewhat amazed when she accepted my invitation.
I was so nervous on the night we went out that my hands actually shook. I took her to a nice steak house and a movie of her choosing. I was surprised when she picked a romance flick, and even more so when she reached for my hand and held it throughout most of the movie. Our first kiss came when I walked Kim to her apartment that evening, and I can still remember the sensuous taste of her burning lips as they pressed lightly against my own.
After that night our relationship really seemed to take off. People at work were surprised that someone as beautiful and refined as Kim would go for a socially inept, clumsy nerd like me, but, hay, they say opposites attract right? I know in my mind that I was very attracted to Kim, and she was giving every indication that the feeling was totally mutual. That itself should have been my warning sign.
When she started inviting me inside for coffee after our dates, neither one of us being heavy drinkers, our simple kisses soon turned to pretty heavy make out sessions on her couch. Kim always stopped the party before it got too intense, much to my own frustration, and what I assumed at the time to be hers as well.
One evening I arrived at Kim's apartment to pick her up, and instead of being dressed and ready to go, she met me at the door in an old ratty robe and informed me that we couldn't see each other anymore. She tried to just shut the door again, but I blocked it with my shoulder, and demanded a better explanation. She allowed me to come in and immediately I could tell she had been crying. I now have to wonder if she wasn't sniffing onions to accomplish this task.
Supposedly too worked up to speak, she simply handed me a letter she'd received from the immigration department. It seems that since our project was nearly complete her work visa was about to expire and she would be forced to return to China by the end of next month.
