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Revenge, After the Fact
Lloyd Becker was sitting at the counter sipping his coffee while he waited for the breakfast he had just ordered. There were not many people in the dinner this early in the morning. There were several police officers sitting at a group of tables at the other end talking and eating. A man and a woman entered, stopping just inside the door looked around. When they spotted Lloyd, they headed for him. He just shook his head setting down his cup of coffee.
"Lloyd Becker?" the woman asked.
"Yes, what does that bitch of an ex-wife want from me now? I didn't have anything left when we divorced and I sure as hell don't have anything now," Lloyd said.
"We're not process servers, Mr. Becker, I'm detective Holbrook and this is my partner detective Meeker."
"What can I do for you detective?" asked Lloyd.
"We need you to come with us, sir," Meeker said.
Just then, the waitress, Betty, placed Lloyd's breakfast down in front of him.
"We need for you to come with us now," Holbrook commanded.
"Am I under arrest?" Lloyd asked.
"You can be," Meeker said.
"Well have at it detective, but I will sue you and the city if I'm let go later today or tomorrow. I would suggest you sit, have a cup of coffee and ask your questions here. Maybe you would like to start with where I was... when?"
Meeker went to grab Lloyd's arm, but Holbrook stopped him. "Okay, Mr. Becker..."
"Lloyd will do, detective," Lloyd said between bites of egg.
"Fine, Lloyd, where were you last night between nine and eleven at night?" Holbrook asked.
"Last night? Let's see. I was at a group session for divorced husbands at Saint Vincent's church, from eight until about eleven-thirty. We ran long that night because we had three new members. You can ask at the church."
"You're sure?" Holbrook asked.
"I am. What happened?" Lloyd asked.
"Are you still seeing Cathy Secom?"
"No. What happened to her?" Lloyd asked suddenly worried. "We broke up just before I was served... that was over a three years ago."
"She was raped and beaten pretty bad."
"Is she going to be okay?" asked Lloyd.
"The doctor's say she will recover physically, but emotionally and mentally, she is going to need a lot of help," Holbrook said.
"Who could do something like that?" asked Lloyd knowing he wouldn't get an answer.
"That's who were looking for," Holbrook said.
"She told us it was a man. He came to her door and when she opened it he burst in, knocking her to the floor. He then bound her hands and blindfolded her. He pushed something in her mouth to keep her quiet. She did say she heard another person come into her apartment," Meeker said.
"So there were two of them?" asked Lloyd.
"It seems so," Meeker responded.
"Do you still need for me to come with you?" asked Lloyd not feeling very hungry anymore.
"No. I suspect when we check at the church you'll be off our list of suspects."
"How many do you have?" asked Lloyd.
"Now, not counting you, none," Holbrook said. "Thank you for your time. Enjoy your breakfast."
Holbrook turned to leave.
"What hospital is she in?" Lloyd asked.
"I'm not supposed to tell you this... Saint James," Holbrook said softly when she turned back to Lloyd.
Lloyd nodded. Holbrook nodded. Meeker frowned.
"Thank you, detective," replied Lloyd.
"You're welcome," Holbrook said.
Smiling once again, detective Holbrook turned and left the dinner. Meeker was close behind her. Looking down at his breakfast, Lloyd shook his head and just nibbled at his ham and eggs. He did drink his orange juice and ate his toast as he thought who could have done that to Cathy.
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Lloyd Becker, a 6' tall man with very little body fat, hard muscles, with blonde hair and his wife Mary, a 5'5" tall woman with pretty red hair, a pretty face, with nicely shaped breasts, with a wonderful figure, were married ten years ago. They were deeply in love with each other. Their life together was good. They met in college and started to go out. After a month of dating, Lloyd brought up them being exclusive. Mary agreed wholeheartedly. They were an item since then. Six months after graduating college, they were married. It wasn't a big ceremony, but both families were there in a church watching the two lovebirds swear their vows in front of them and god.
After a delicious honeymoon in Antigua, the two settled down in Austin where they had gone to school. Lloyd was hired by a big software firm as a systems analyst. Mary was hired as one of many in the HR department of a Fortune 500 firm. Both made a decent salary. Lloyd did have to travel some but was never gone more than three days at a time. Mary didn't have to travel at all. Both enjoyed their jobs and their life together. As far as children were concerned, they both wanted to wait until they were more mature and had a nice nest egg set aside.
When the weekends came the two would go out and party together. They had friends they would meet at a local bar. This bar was a drinking establishment that served food. It wasn't a club where people met to hookup for a night of sexual fun. They played darts or other team arcade games that came and went over the years. It was fun and harmless for the couple. Their life together was settling down and their friends could tell the two were in love.
Then Lloyd started to notice little things about the way his wife was behaving. There were nights she would stay late at work when for the past six years she had never done that. Then she started going out on Fridays with the "girls". Those Friday nights out became later and later until she wasn't coming home until well after midnight. And when she did get home, she would sometimes attack Lloyd. Even if he was asleep she would wake him wanting wild uninhibited sex. Other nights she would just silently crawl in bed and go to sleep after taking a shower.
After a while, he just became suspicious of a lot of little things. Finding her panties in the laundry with what looked like dried cum on the gusset. Finding panties in the laundry he had never seen before. And not finding panties in the laundry on Saturday morning. He was so suspicious, he wired her car with a GSP device and voice-activated audio recorder. Being in the software industry, he knew of many apps to send to her phone that would track her movements when not in her car. Other apps would record her conversations and text messages sending them to a website Lloyd set up for them. He also installed software that would send an email to his account if she sent one from hers.
The first Friday she was out with the "girls", the server loaded up with recordings and GPS readouts. She had also texted quite a bit. And had taken several selfies, which she sent to her girlfriends. What Lloyd saw cut him to the quick. The first selfie was of Mary kissing some guy, Lloyd didn't know. The next, his hand was on her tit. The next was Mary laughing as his hand remained, squeezing her tit. The texts were between Mary and two of her girlfriends asking if Lloyd had called them looking for her.
So now there were two others in on her deceit. For the next several weeks Lloyd had to act like things were normal with them. As far as he could tell, she didn't suspect he knew anything. Of course, the only proof he had was the selfies, text messages, and the GPS showing that after ten each Friday night, Mary drove to an address that turned out to be a motel close to the club where they met. No selfies were made while they were there. And when Lloyd checked her phone the next morning, the selfies and been deleted and the trash emptied. She had also not sent any consequential emails in that time.
Lloyd wasn't quite yet ready for a confrontation. The next Friday, he waited until Mary was out the door and gone. He slowly walked to his car and drove away. On his phone screen, he could see Mary's car, so there was no need for him to follow her closely. He was several blocks back from her. He couldn't even see her car. He did see it stop at the club she went to on Friday nights. Pulling in a short time later, he found her car parked in the back of the lot. Looking toward the club, he saw her just walking into the club.
Parking where he could see the club entrance and Mary's car, Lloyd settled down and waited. He didn't have long to wait. Not twenty minutes later, Mary came walking out with the guy she had been kissing in her selfies. They walked to Mary's car and got in. After they left, Lloyd followed from a distance again. They made a beeline to the motel. Lloyd got there just in time to see which room they went in. Parking where he could see the room, Lloyd got out of his car and walked to the door. He read the room number, then went to the office.
"How can I help you, sir?" the man behind the counter asked.
"Who is in room 135," Lloyd asked.
"You a cop?"
"Would it matter if I was?" Lloyd said sliding a hundred dollar bill across the countertop.
"I guess not. They signed in as Mr. and Mrs. Becker."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Well then, can I have a key to my room?" Lloyd asked producing his ID.
The man behind the counter looked at the ID. He gulped. He knew there was trouble brewing.
"I don't want no trouble," he said.
"You won't have any unless you don't give me my key," Lloyd said softly.
The guy stepped back, picked up a keycard and ran it through the machine that encoded the room on it. He handed it to Lloyd.
"Should I call the police?" he asked.
Lloyd stopped. Turned and looked at him, thinking.
"Yes. I have no plans to hurt anyone, but having their names on a police blotter might be interesting. But wait ten minutes, please."
The innkeeper nodded. Lloyd turned and left the office. Walking down to the room, quietly as he could, he put the card in the slot and pulled it out. The light came on and the lock mechanism click. Pressing down the handle, he pushed the door open slowly. He could see the bed. Mary was on her knees facing away from the door. The guy fucking her was also facing away from the door.
Stepping inside the room, Lloyd closed the door until it was almost shut. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he started videoing the two lovers. Well, he didn't know if they loved each other but they were fucking each other. He silently walked toward the bed, capturing the sights and sounds of their fucking. The anger in his mind continued to rise until he was almost seething with convulsions.
"Get on your back, I want to watch that sweet face as you cum on my big cock," the guy growled.
Mary happily obliged, flipping onto her back. She was so intent on her lover, she didn't notice Lloyd at all. The man crawled forward, placing his normal size cock against Mary's vagina or was it now a whore's cunt. He kept shooting video. Soon they were both wildly fucking. Lloyd had enough so he went to the bed, phone sill taking video and pushed the asshole off his wife with his foot. When Mary looked up she screamed.
The asshole got up ready to fight and when he saw the phone pointed his way his face became filled with rage. As he came around the bed with his fists balled up, Lloyd kicked him in the nuts. He flopped forward on his face groaning. Mary was now crying as she looked at her husband. Lloyd turned toward her.
"What the fuck, Mary?" Lloyd asked.
Watching her, he uploaded all the pictures and video he had of them to his cloud. He then wiped his phone clean and put it in his pocket.
"Don't bother coming home. Your clothes will be out on the lawn in the morning. You can pick them up then. After that, you set foot on my property and I will have you arrested."
As Lloyd turned to leave, two police officers were standing in the doorway, watching.
"What's going on here?" one of them asked.
"Not much, officer. I just caught my cheating wife with her lover."
"What did you do to him?"
"I pushed him off my wife. He came at me with fists balled, so I kicked him in the nuts. You heard what I told my soon to be ex-wife."
"Well don't leave until we get their story. How did you get into the room?"
"Well, they thought they would be smart and register as Mr. and Mrs. Becker. I'm Mr. Becker, so the clerk had to give me a key. Didn't he? After all, I rented the room," Lloyd said smiling.
The two cops laughed as they came in the room.
