This started as a short story, then grew with the telling. Little character development, straight into the action. It is LW so nothing new.
Three rules, no knives, no guns and no police, anything else goes.
It was a Friday, and I left the hangar early, the lads had some jobs to do then they would probably bunk off as I was not there. I was looking forward to the evening with my beautiful wife Zoe. We had known each other nearly six years and been married three and a half. We were both twenty-nine. Things have been a little slow on the intimacy front and she has seemed a little distracted over the last month or so. So, I pulled out all the stops. A decent bottle of wine or two. A couple of rib eye steaks from the butcher shop, Roses from the florist not from a supermarket. I plan on candles and hope to find out what was wrong with her, show her my love for her, and hopefully an early night.
I was home well before her. I made sure the house was tidy, fresh sheets on the bed with candles in the bedroom. I set the table in the kitchen, the best cutlery and napkins. I opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe. I put the roses on the table by the front door so she will see and smell them when she comes in. She loves the smell of roses. I've got the potatoes for my special homemade oven potato scallops. Potato slices lightly sprayed with olive oil, seasoned with salt, pepper just a hint of Rosemary. I had mustard powder out for a very gentle dusting on the steaks.
Everything was out ready to cook. I was quite pleased with what I had done. All I had to do was to wait until the love of my life came in and I would sweep her off her feet and show her how much I loved her. Hopefully it will last all weekend.
I heard the front door open as I was arranging the potato slices on the baking tray. The oven was coming up to temperature. I heard Zoe call out. "Richard, are you in?"
Strange I thought, surely my car parked on the road in front of the house and the roses would give that away. I had just finished with a very gentle sprinkling of Rosemary on the scallops when I heard her say. "Good, we are here first. We can be sitting on the sofa when he comes in. It will look better if we are sitting down and he is standing. He won't feel intimidated when we tell him."
"Tell me what?" I asked as I entered the living room to be met by a shocked Zoe and some other man. Taking one look I knew who this man was. Zoe had been going on about him for the last couple of months. He was the new deputy head of HR. Just over six foot, fit, blond, good looking and arrogant. I must have had a confused look on my face. He was not phased, he just put his hand out. "Hi Dick, I'm Gerald."
In a daze I took it, he had a firm grip, very firm. He stopped just before he crushed my hand. Twat.
I just stood there. He smiled at me. Zoe spoke. "Richard, we have something to tell you."
Was he an extra for dinner? I could defrost an extra steak, Gerald would have that one.
She carried on. "I am spending the weekend with Gerald. It will just be the one weekend."
That I did not see that coming.
"WHAT? No!"
Gerald stepped forward. "This will be so good for you. I will teach her things you can only dream of. She will be so much better for you. It will only be for this one weekend and she will never do it again."
"NO, never." I started to get myself together. "If she does that, I will divorce her."
Gerald steps right up to me, looking down and said in a menacing voice. "No, you will not!"
"You cannot stop me."
Continuing in his menacing tone he says. "No, I cannot stop you, but I promise you, you will have problems walking on the very day you lodge that divorce application with the court. Your life will be full of pain from that day on. Your choice."
He stepped back beside Zoe and smiled at me, he carried on in a normal voice. "She will spend the weekend with me, I will teach her things. She will come back to you, and I will never sleep with her again. She will remain completely faithful to you after this weekend." He looked at Zoe. "Won't you babe?"
What The Fuck, calling her babe!
I was stunned, I had no idea what to do.
"You've been fucking already?" I accused them, I reckoned that because he was calling her babe.
"No, we haven't, that would be cheating." Zoe exclaims.
"And this isn't? I need a drink."
"I'll fetch you a beer." Zoe offered.
I growled at her. "I think I can at least do that for myself."
Gerald laid a hand on her arm. "Leave him a minute babe, he will need a while to sort this out in his head. We have been talking about this for weeks and we have just dumped this on him in a few minutes. He needs time to realise it is inevitable. He will agree to it, they always do."
Clearly, he has done this before then.
I stormed off to the kitchen. I got the feeling that Zoe wanted to follow me, but he held her back. At the moment that was probably a good idea of his. And why the fuck was he calling her babe? That annoyed the shit out of me. The twat.
When I got to the kitchen I saw the open bottle of wine. I poured a glass and took a deep swig. Nope, wine was not the right drink for this occasion. I charged through into the garage where my beer fridge was, I almost wrenched the door off of its hinges as I opened it and grabbed a bottle of Crafty Old Hen. I slammed the fridge door closed. What a pair of fucking of twats I thought to myself. I looked round for a bottle opener. I didn't find one, it would be in the kitchen. Fuck. I did not want to go back into the house until I had my head sorted.
I used the alternative methods that we used to use in the military. I put the edge of the cap on a sharp piece of my bench and thumped down hard on the top. It used to work then, and it did now. The cap flew off into the corner. I did not pick it up. I'm sure there are many Land Rovers going around with big chunks out of their tailgates. How do I sort this? I was slowly becoming calm, and I pondered for a few minutes then a plan emerged. I walked to the other side of the garage, opened a cupboard and took what I wanted and stuffed it in the back of my trousers.
I took a long drink and finished my beer, then got another one and went back into the kitchen. I opened the beer properly this time using a bottle opener and did some more preparation. I stuck the largest knife from the knife block gently down the back of my trousers with the other thing. It was for show, I had no intention of going to prison. I felt confident with my plan.
Right, this was it. I took a deep breath and walked back into the lounge. The cheating twats were sitting on my sofa holding hands. I glared at them, they let each other's hand go and slid apart. Good, the power level swung slightly back towards my favour. It looked like they had been waiting for me. I pulled my phone out and dropped it on the coffee table. It was fairly obvious it was in record mode.
He stood up, he could see I was angry, he put his hands out to his side. "Listen mate, this will be just one weekend."
That annoyed me as well, a twat like him would never be a 'mate'.
He looked down at my phone. "I guess you are recording this, that's okay, but you know what will happen if it ends up in social media, the pain you will feel will be nothing like having both your legs broken. Do you understand?"
"I want to record this for my protection, and oddly enough yours and hers." I told him.
"Do not think of sending it to my work, as Deputy HR manager all complaints come to me, and I have friends who tell me if someone tries to circumvent me. It's not what you know, it's who you know. Get me?"
