Providence Ch 01 3

Providence

An ambushed cuckold encounters his wife's guests

Introduction

This story is about a man who is ambushed by his deceitful and adulterous wide and her collaborators.

If you don't like stories about an underdog fighting for his life but ultimately overcoming the odds and winning, then I suggest you find something else to read!.

Now is the time to leave, but if you stay and dislike the story, then keep your cakehole shut as I'm not interested in your opinions!.

Thanks to the kind and open-minded people who have read, supported and offered generous help and assistance to me with my writing here, its appreciated!.

That said, some have suggested that my main characters do come across as a little too 'evil'.

So this time I've tried to make my protagonist a but more likable with more character development.

There are no sex scenes here but a fair bit of action and even a few laughs.

Enjoy the story.

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My wife had been pestering me for two weeks now, reminding me, indeed telling me to be home for dinner now on this Friday night.

The woman really could nag!.

Every day, often a few times a day she'd harp on about this accursed dinner and how her special friends would be there for her big dinner and my presence was mandatory.

I didn't know her bloody friends and didn't give a damn about them.

It was winter, it was cold, miserable and my life had shrunk to running my business, enjoying my thrice a week evening running and volunteering my time a few nights a week feeding and rescuing the homeless cats that lived in the hedges of a nearby cemetery.

Oddly enough the more my wife Anita prattled on about her all-important dinner, the more apprehensive indeed disturbed I became for some reason.

Irrational or not the closer the date loomed, the more nervous I became, such that now the evening had finally arrived, I really didn't want to be there and was stalling as much as possible, if only to annoy Anita by showing up late and then getting her knickers in a twist, I half smiled to myself.

Glancing at my expensive Christopher Ward wristwatch, I slowly donned my long warm overcoat, switched off the lights in my office and locked the door before ambling to the main door of the building and reaching for my keys again, locked up the doors and headed for my car parked by the side of the building.

Making sure my pocket phone was switched off so my wife couldn't contact me with more of her nagging, I sauntered along in the wintry gloom and looked around at the exterior of the business.

'Progress Materials' was the name of my business and I was the boss.

Oh yes, my name is Andrew, 31 years old, on the shorter side at 5 ft 7 inches but fit and lean due to regular exercising with light brown hair and blue eyes.

I'm a qualified organic chemist, businessman and these days helping our friends in Ukraine fight for their freedom and drive out the bloody Ruskies by providing the Ukrainians with a new material that absorbs infra-red radiation.

Invented by myself and now secretly being manufactured in a secure wing of the building, the material absorbs the heat from the human body and made any object covered by the material completely invisible to heat detecting sensors employed by the invading Ruskies.

Ukrainian sniper outfits, tent covers, the possibilities are many and I was proud to help these brave freedom fighters.

Pity the government here in Australia didn't do a lot more to help Ukraine instead of the underwhelmingly lacklustre military aid contributions we'd sent them so far!.

Still at least I was doing my bit!.

Ambling slowly along, the night was fine, windless but crisp with the smell of winter in the air.

Deciding to keep moving and get warm, I continued to walk until my car hoved into view and bought a smile to my face.

An original orange coloured early 1990's Audi Quattro Spyder sportscar.

First unveiled in 1991, it was a brilliant design for the time; only 172 horsepower but it was very lightweight at only 1100 kilogrammes which gave it a respectable 0-100 km/h acceleration of 6 seconds and a top speed at minimum of 250 km/h, but I can assure you it can go higher!.

Only a few existed as production prototypes before the recession in the early 1990's killed off large scale production, but Audi did build a small number and of these a few were kept in sealed storage at a remote facility in Audi's dispersed automotive empire.

Mine was even more rare as it had right hand drive, which was the correct side to drive and so absolutely ideal for Australian road standards and conditions.

I'll never forget my good fortune when on a trip to Ukraine to deliver a few rolls of my heat absorbing material, I firstly arrived in Germany for a conference on assistance to Ukraine where I there met a German gentleman named Stefan who was providing diesel generators to the Ukrainians.

It turns out that Stefan also happened to be a motoring enthusiast and like myself liked Audi's too.

Indeed, Stefan happened to have direct links to Audi itself and was fascinated by my new heat absorbing material.

Suffice to say, after agreeing to firstly travel to Ukraine on the same train together, we later returned to Germany as new business associates where Stefan then took me to a special facility where some of the 1991 era Audi Quattro Spyder's were stored in pristine condition!.

End result, I departed Germany having gained a new friend and business associate plus one of those Audi Quattro Spyder's loaded aboard an Airbus Industrie A310 passenger/cargo combination airliner.

The plane had a big freight door on the aft side of the jet where my 'new' car was loaded along with other cargo whilst I sat in the front of the A310, sitting in First Class comfort for my return to Australia and ultimately my home some 30 kilometres from the northern Tasmanian city of Launceston that's often jokingly called 'Inceston'!.

So here I was many months later and about to go home, well eventually.

Climbing into the great car, I fired up the 2.8 litre V6 aft mid-engined car and briskly drove away into the dank evening.

The Quattro felt light and keen to speed away with its lightweight aluminium frame and exterior adding to its surprisingly good power to weight ratio as I increased my speed.

My business was located in an industrial area on the outskirts of the city, so it was easy to escape to the country where my home was located.

Taking the southern outlet, I cruised along at the speed limit with my mind growing more apprehensive the closer I got to my home.

There was something I just wasn't happy with, yet I had no evidence that warranted my unease, nothing I could actually define, so I sighed and reluctantly continued home as I tried to distract myself as I drove by half singing to myself the classic song; "We are the Champions" by the English rock band, Queen.

Suddenly my attention was drawn by a raucous purple coloured PT Cruiser which passed me on the inner lane whilst the driver gave me a rude and aggressive sign with his fingers.

What kind of monumental moron would drive such an ugly shitbox like that car and why would be pick on me I wondered?.

Nothing says 'Loser' more than a man who drives a PT Cruiser I reflected with a faint smile.

Nonplussed, I increased my speed to hang just off the fat tail of the Cruiser as we left the build up area behind and increasingly drove into the countryside.

After a while and to my delight, the Cruiser took an offramp and seemed to be heading for the rural town of Bishopsbourne which was close to where I was heading as my country home was nearby.

Staying a discrete distance behind my quarry, we sped deeper and deeper into the dark countryside.

When I was satisfied we were totally alone, I decided to have some fun with this moron and lift my spirits by racing with my rude adversary.

My timing was perfect as the so called "Long drovers straight" loomed ahead after the next right corner.

It used to be a long straight track in the 19

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century for drovers herding their cattle from pasture to shelter.

Nowadays though it was a 9 km long tree lined, arrow straight smooth sealed road that just screamed out for drivers to speed as fast as they could and that was exactly what I was going to do!.

Seconds passed as the Cruiser approached the corner and to my delight, the moron at the wheel slowed and began to move to the right.

I watched carefully as the Cruiser slowed far too much, its brakes screeching as the car wobbled as it struggled to negotiate the corner at speed.

It looked absolutely ridiculous as I inwardly smiled at the incompetence of the moronic driver and his shithouse car.

I'd long thought that the PT Cruiser looked more like a clown car from a third-rate circus, but now after seeing this comical display it simply confirmed my established view regarding this embarrassment on four wheels and the fools who drove them!.

My opponent somehow managed to take the corner and then began to slowly accelerate down the long straight.

By contrast, I executed the corner with aplomb as I firstly downselected my gears and braked before precisely accelerating and taking the corner, kissing the apex as the sleek Audi surged forward and taking it all in its stride without any of the histrionics my opponent displayed in his botched cornering attempt.

Now I too had the long straight ahead of me and I intended to make best use of it and my mighty Audi Quattro by having some fun at the expense of this moronic PT Cruiser man.

I decided my opponent was some kind of lifelong loser, probably a mason who drove around with one of his trouser legs rolled up to his knee whilst wearing a leather apron!.

Its widely known that mason's are really in league with the devil and the cause of most of the problems in the country these days!.

Yes he was definitely part of the 'black hand', the corrupt and secretive mason's, meddling and ruining my country Australia, the best country in the world!.

Shifting through the gears, I accelerated forward as I climbed through the higher gears as the V6 engine began to roar.

The beauty of the Audi was its aerodynamic sleekness and very light weight, so I was soon gaining on my quarry despite having a relatively small aft mounted mid-engined V6 engine.

There was no-one else around on this road, so I could really push my speed as I quickly began to gain on the shitty Cruiser driven by the evil mason.

I knew my adversary had a much lower top speed and acceleration compared to my Quattro Spyder, so after a short time I was within striking distance of the masonic Cruiser.

I could see it wobbling as it approached its top speed as my speedo kept climbing now past 230 km/h as my car effortlessly cut through the air as I prepared to overtake the masonic loser.

Then when I hit 250 km/h, I flashed by my opponent as my aerodynamic wake rocked the PT Cruiser even more, such that I almost thought the crooked mason would run off the road!.

I briefly saw the mason flash his headlights and shake his fist at me as I easily overlook him, probably placing some evil satanic curse on me I thought as I smiled at how the Audi ate up the road.

I maintained my speed for a while as I enjoyed seeing the night whip by at 250 km/h on this long straight until eventually I saw some trees which marked the beginning of the end of the long straight.

Glancing in my rear-view mirror I could see the headlights from the Cruiser loser far behind me and remembering his initial aggressive encounter with me, I made a decision and rapidly decelerated as I slowed the mighty Audi by downselecting the gears and discretely applying the brakes as my speed quickly slowed.

By the time I reached the end of the straight, I had slowed enough to effect a precise U turn and with a big smile on my face, then headed back down the long straight as I again quickly accelerated, only this time I was heading directly toward the PT Cruiser!.

The masonic loser had slowed his shitbox car after I overlook him, but even at his lower speed, my accelerating Audi soon closed the distance between us as my speed climbed higher and higher.

I switched my headlights to full beam and watched as my speedo needle ate through the numbers.

With rising panic the Cruiser loser began to flash his headlights and veer across the road as he realised I was on a collision course with him!.

Racing faster and faster, I climbed through the gears and zeroed in on the masonic car with frightening speed, yet I remained calm as my speedo flicked past 200 km/h.

Concentrating on my course and my target ahead, I matched every manoeuvre as the PT loser tried to evade me as our cars merged toward an inevitable collision.

I had no need for emotions in this battle as my concentration was absolute.

Just one mistake would kill us both but I was banking that my masonic opponent was a coward by nature and would back out at the last minute or die.

I recalled how my wife Anita often accused me of being a 'cold fish', detached and often emotionless, but at this moment, such attributes were an asset in my battle with this masonic moron.

Then just as the impact was imminent, the masonic Cruiser loser lost his nerve and suddenly veered to the left to avoid the collision as his horn sounded loudly and headlights veered away.

I sped onward and past him as I then heard a loud rendering of metal and impact as I glanced into my rear-view mirror to see his car strike a tree at an angle and then roll down a small slope into a flooded creek that ran under the road a short distance further up.

Ignoring the scene, I shifted my gaze back to the road and began to steadily slow down.

Carefully braking and downselecting the gears, my speedo needle declined until in low gear, I effected another U turn and reversed course back up the straight to investigate the crash scene.

I didn't hurry as I checked my rear-view window to ensure no-one was about.

Finally slowing to a stop I looked through the many trees and scrub at the crumpled PT Cruiser down in the flooded creek and saw no signs of life within, just broken fragments of metal and the upside-down distorted hulk of the crumpled vehicle which was rapidly filling with icy cold water.

If the impact didn't kill the evil mason then he'd undoubtedly drown as he was completely trapped in the half sunk vehicle as I could clearly see his headlights still illuminating the scene despite the darkness.

Also, the water and silt from the creek would ruin any pocket phone he had and the mounted dashboard camera I recalled seeing just before he veered away from impacting me.

Satisfied, I faintly smiled and not wanting to waste any more time, sped away from the 'accident' as I still had things to do.

No doubt, daylight would attract attention to the crash site at some point but all they'd find is a drowned dead man in an upside down purple shitbox of a car who had obviously been speeding, ran off the road, hit a tree and rolled down into the creek.

The perils of speeding in useless cars that clearly shouldn't, I'd say!.

I continued toward home in no great hurry as firstly I wanted to annoy my nagging wife with a late arrival, but I also wanted to do something else that would slow me down even more.

So I contentedly drove onward and made a detour to the small farming hamlet of Toiberry which was not far from my rural property near Bishopsbourne.

After a while I stopped by an isolated small cemetery that was ringed by green and long established hedges.

I exited the car with a small bag and reached into my coat pocket to produce a small but powerful torch to light my way.

I opened the creaking metal mesh gate and entered the cemetery before walking to the back corner with a few trees and the unkempt hedge looming at its highest.

Ignoring the many old graves, I pointed my torch to a particular area of the thick back hedge and then called out in a happy high-pitched tone;

"Tilly, Tilly, its me my good girl".

Suddenly I saw two little glowing orange eyes amongst the lower branches of the hedge.

The hedge clippings had built up over the decades, making a soft and warm bed for the many cats that had lived in this cemetery over a long time.

Stopping on a grassy area, I reached into my bag and produced a few tins of cat food and some dry cat food too.

I emptied the food into the ground and then reached under a nearby bush for a cheap plastic water bowl which I filled with fresh clean water from a bottle in my bag too.

Standing back, I saw a young dark tortoiseshell cat emerge from the shadows and cautiously approach the fresh food and water for her.

Remaining still, I put my torch on low power and watched as the cat began to eat her dinner.

I called her Tilly after I found her here during the summer and I'd been feeding and befriending her since.

After she'd eaten her fill, I produced a small laser pointer and pressing a button, projected an orange dot onto the ground near Tilly.

Immediately, Tilly leapt toward the dot as we proceeded to play with Tilly chasing the laser dot around the grounds.

Sadly I couldn't yet pat the dear girl as she was still rather shy, but I continued to softly talk to her, saying what a pretty girl she was and telling her about by problems.

Tilly would occasionally stop, jump onto an old ornamental grave with a large spire and listen to me talking for a while as she nodded her head and closely looked at me before resuming her eating and drinking.

I always found it relaxing and enjoyable spending time here alone in the old cemetery befriending and looking after my dear friend Tilly.

I'd been rescuing other cats and kittens here for some years now and finding them good homes after they were fully domesticated.

No-one else would lift a finger to help these little ones, so I decided to help them myself.

I'd rescued a few other cats in this place during the long summer months, so now here in this winter, Tilly was the only kitty left and I was determined not to leave this little girl behind, not matter what.

After half an hour of playing and talking with my little friend, I placed Tilly's water bowl back under the bush, washed my hands with the remaining cold water and said goodnight to my little friend Tilly.

As I walked away, I briefly paused and using my torch, turned the light back toward Tilly and saw her closely following me.

Saying goodbye again, I continued toward the front gate and after closing it behind me, I turned for the final time tonight for a last look Tilly.

There she was sitting on a grave just over the fence watching me intently, her tail twitching as her eyes never left me.

What was that song by Dusty Springfield, ah yes; 'The Look of love'.

Although I'm a grown man and don't ever cry, I did have to work hard to stop my eyes getting watery at seeing her watching me.

Men don't cry of course as it must have been the chilly winter air, but I softy said to her;

"Goodnight Tilly, take care of yourself, I'll be back soon and I won't abandon you ever, God bless you my dear friend".

Saying a silent prayer for her, I climbed into the Audi, fired up the engine and drove slowly away knowing that Tilly was still there sitting on that old grave and watching me disappear into the distance.

Concentrating on the road, I struggled to push dear Tilly from my mind as I completed the last leg of my journey home tonight.

In my mind I swear I could hear her little cat voice saying to me;

"Thank you Andrew, please come back and help me, I love you and you're my only friend in the world".

At least Tilly was well fed and watered, plus she had a soft warm bed under the hedges, but I'd be back and I'd never abandon her.