This is a two part tale. The second part is finished and will be posted within a day or so. There is NO sex depicted, especially under 18 sex. There is violence but little character development. Enjoy.
A long and fairly loud groan escaped my throat as I attempted to rollover. I had just come back to consciousness and somehow knew I had to get up and quickly. Unfortunately my body failed to respond to the urgent command from my foggy brain.
There was initial confusion as to why I hurt so badly? Why was I lying in the dirt on my stomach making little dust puffs with every breath I was trying to take? My kidney area hurt, my head hurt, my arms felt like lead. My fingers felt mashed. Even my legs hurt as much as my chest and abdomen. Somewhere I had read that the human body can't feel pain from multiple areas but I am here to claim that whoever wrote that article was a dumbass.
With the groan, though, came a comment from somewhere in the darkness. "Hey, Stupid, are you awake and ready for round two?" Then came a laugh and it wasn't a pleasant laugh, more like a derisive chuckle than a laugh of enjoyment.
I lay there quietly and marshaled my thoughts. I started with my name. Charlie Wilson, that's it, that's my name. I am thirty-three years old and employed as an accountant. I am six foot tall and about two hundred pounds in weight. I work out three times a week and run a 5K twice a week as part of my workout. Sometimes I mountain bike as a break in my routine.
I am married to Pam Wilson. She is thirty years old and we have been married five years. We have no kids but not because I don't want any progeny. No, that is all on Pam, she wants to experience life a little more before being tied down by kids.
Now I remember, that is why I am lying on the ground breathing dust. Our home life had taken a serious nose-dive over the past six to eight weeks. I am not just talking about a suspension of sex in the master bedroom here. No, it was the total package, derisive comments about everything I did or didn't do, angry outbursts for the least little irritation, belittlement of my manhood, my skin color, my hair color and style, my parents and all my siblings. Also Pam had not attempted to clean up after herself and had even refused to take her turn at cooking, something we had shared before the Big Freeze.
Yeah, I even remember when we met and how we started dating. Suffice it to say I really didn't want to waste time on those memories right now.
Finally having enough of the abuse and neglect of our marital duties I had taken the day off and had followed Pam. During the day she had gone to work at her usual job, cashier at the local supermarket. It was after her shift was over that it started to get interesting. Remember the old Chinese curse: May you live in interesting times? Well it came true today or rather this evening.
It was a warm September day that became a warm September evening. The temperature must still be in the upper sixties as I lay in the dirt and contemplated the rest of the story. Pam had left work and had driven to the nearest convenience store.
I watched as she pulled a little overnight case out of the trunk of her car. By the way, she was driving a very nice car courtesy of me. Her paltry wages hardly kept her in clothes and makeup. I didn't mind paying all the bills, at least until now. I loved her and wanted only the best for my woman, my wife.
When she exited the convenience store her outfit consisted of the shortest microskirt I had ever seen. If she hadn't worn a thong and not been clean shaven you would have been able to count every pube on her mound without even trying hard. Her blouse was sheer and very see-through. Her nipples and aureoles were hardly disguised and she had no bra on, of course.
She shook her ass as she waltzed back to her car and proceeded in the direction of sleazy bars on the outskirts of town. I dutifully followed her to her destination. She pulled into the sleaziest of the sleazy bars, a biker hangout. Now please don't write and tell me how there are not that many bad bikers out there. I know that. I am a biker myself but this was not the type of hangout where poker runs start or finish on the weekends.
Pam parked her little car on one end of the long line of bikes all nicely arranged side by side and made sure everyone could see her crotch as she exited. A couple of bikers were smoking next to the door. They just smiled and nodded as she swept by. Obviously she was not a stranger to these patrons.
I parked a ways away from the bikes and exited my old truck. Now I could afford a newer ride but I had a lot of history in this truck. My dad had bought this old Dodge Power Wagon back in the eighties. He had kept it pristine and I inherited it after he died in an industrial accident. I worked to keep that old Power Wagon as original as possible except for the lift kit and the new twenty inch tires. Long ago he had gotten rid of the original chrome front bumper and had replaced it with a thick and wide piece of lumber. The rest of the truck was cherry.
Yeah, it was a little loud. The guys smoking outside gave it a once over as I climbed down and shut the door. It wasn't that unusual a truck so they went back to their conversation and another round of butts. As I got closer I could detect the odor of weed so that made some kind of sense in this location.
I was dressed in blue jeans and an old tee shirt instead of my usual suit. Following an erstwhile wife wasn't something you did in a business suit. Yeah, I didn't quite fit in but was way closer in dress than my normal work attire.
I went in. No cover charge in this place. I made my way to the bar and ordered a beer. No fancy brew today, whatever was on tap would have to do. While sipping my barley pop I casually observed what I could in the backbar mirror. Pam was easy to find. There were not that many women in attendance tonight and Pam was head and shoulders prettier than the rest of the biker babes. She was already sitting on the lap of the biggest bruiser I had ever laid eyes on. He was at least a head taller than her while sitting down and she was on his lap. He must have been well over six foot in height and at least two hundred and fifty pounds and it wasn't all beer gut. No, this guy worked out and a lot.
