Shannon West Burns the Bastard Btb

BTB. Shannon West Burns the Bastard

Shannon West was busily brushing fresh varnish on the newly sanded folding chairs in the garage behind the North Side Senior Center when she paused. The van just passing in the wide alleyway was signed 'Davenport Store Fronts, Design and Build'.

It was her husband Sean's work vehicle. She clearly saw his profile in the driver's seat, and knew it was his personal van because of a sizable egg-shaped rust spot on an old dent in the back door.

"Huh?" she thought. What on earth was Sean doing out this way? She thought he was usually pretty much deskbound in his shop/office in the north east part of downtown. She'll have to ask him when they get home.

Sean West, owner and operator of Davenport Store Fronts, was maneuvering his old van down the alley between the Crestview Apartments and the Senior Center. He had just left Crestview unit 104 and didn't even recognize North Side Senior from its back side. Nor did he have any idea his wife would be volunteering there today.

The Wests had lived in Davenport all their lives, got married 22 years ago at the ages of 22. They had been in school together since they first got to high school and they had yet to experience a real knock-down fight between themselves. They had always been 'happily married' as the old phrase goes.

Their son and daughter were out of High School now. Samantha was 19 and still at home, attending Palmer School of Chiropractic in town. Older brother Ethan was majoring in Political Science, in his 3rd year at Iowa University, about an hour's drive west, so he was home most weekends.

Samantha and her brother were no longer sexually active. Together that is; of course, they both have frequent hook ups with the students they school with and, in her case, with boys from around town. But some months ago, they had taken the pledge not to fuck each other ever again. It had been absolutely wondrous for a year or so, but they both carried too much guilt about incest, and fear about mom or dad finding them in bed some night. So far, they had been perfect in their resolve, except for one drunken slip-up late New Years' Eve.

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After dinner, with Sam back in her room studying, Shannon remembered what it was she was going to ask her hubby. Casually, "What on earth were you doing way up on the North Side today honey?" She really was not suspicious about anything that she would consider curious.

Sean's heart skipped a beat, but it did not show externally. He just looked at his wife, a bit squinty eyed and questioning. Her state of suspicion rapidly grew from near zero, to category 5 as he was slow to respond. She just held her quizzical stare and his heart nearly stopped.

"Ohh, I had to run up there to take some measurements, Gary was just swamped yesterday." He said, a bit hesitatingly.

"You have a Store Front customer way up there?"

"Well, no, the store is well downtown. But the owner-operator lives up there in the Crestview Apartments and he has the scale floor plans at his home, so it was easier to get them there." He thought he had done a nice recovery on that one. Shannon thought it seemed odd that one would take measurements from plans instead of the real location, but what would she know really? And also, why would a store owner be living in clearly lower cost apartments like Crestview?

"Is there some reason you are being so inquisitive, dear?" He asked.

"I don't know, Sean. Of course, I'm not suspicious of anything at all honey. Just trying to understand the family business a little better, I guess." 'So why was I suspicious?' she thought to herself 'Suspicious of exactly what? Silliness.'

She took the paperback copy of 'The Essential Descartes' off the end table next to her and made as if to start reading it again. God it was so obtuse! She would call it boring, except that she couldn't really say if it was boring or not since the first few sentences in front of her were completely unintelligible. This was actually a book that their collegiate son had left there last weekend, but she hoped her husband didn't notice that. God she was so bad at this undercover stuff.

Sean watched her paperback machinations with disguised humor. He knew the book belonged to Ethan and he was pretty sure his wife couldn't even pronounce Descartes. She was much more likely to be seen reading Literotica.com and that was on the computer, not a small print paperback. He thought she was fiddling with it to act nonchalant, but WHY? What stick is up her ass?

Why is she asking so many questions he apparently wondered? He seemed a bit on edge.

After the nightly news was done at 10:00, she put the book down and stood up. They exchanged good nights as she headed to their bedroom; as usual, he would head there himself a bit later. They rarely retired together, except on the once or twice a month occasions that they had notions of a little sex. She looked forward to those nights although they were really nothing to write home about. Not that many folks do write home about their sex life. She very much wanted to get off more often than that.

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Shannon's eyes opened just after 6:00 Tuesday and she had things to do. Her husband's alarm would ring at 7:00. She hurriedly dressed for the day and quietly took his cell phone off the charger. She ran quietly down to the kitchen; sitting at the table, with a pen and notepad she started searching through his text histories. She found a long series of exchanges between Sean and "Garcia". That would be the young Hispanic her husband had taken on a couple of months ago for the growing pile of grunt work about the shop.

These entries were not suspicious. They largely consisted of brief exchanges giving times or locations. Logistical stuff, e.g., most recent exchange:

Garcia: "Are we on today?"

Sean: "Si, your place, 9:00. Can't do lunch, installation today."

She had quietly gotten his phone back on the charger just before Sean's alarm rang. They breakfasted together, cold cereal of their choice, toast and an overripe banana.

"What's up for today?"... They both spoke simultaneously, engendering a mutual laugh. I don't have much on today, may do a little shopping for my wardrobe. Nothing expensive honey." she said, lightheartedly.

"Usual stuff around the shop." he said.

Shannon did head to Dillard's where one can usually get the best sale prices on very good quality clothing. But their big semi-annual sale, half-off on previously marked down merchandise was months away yet. There at opening time, she did buy a new blouse and skirt on sale, to adorn her voluptuous body, but her heart just wasn't in the shopping and she left with just those two things.

Looking at her watch she realized it was shortly after 9:00, the time mentioned in the Sean's text with Garcia. She decided to see if he was out of the store at this time, just for curiosity.

She parked behind the store, noting that his van was not in its usual space. She let herself in the back door where she immediately saw the new man, opening some boxes. He rose from his task and said "Buenos Dias Miz West", with heavily accented Spanish and a huge smile.

She leaned in to decipher his uniform embroidered full name, 'Fernandez Garcia'. She gave him her biggest smile to match his, and asked if her husband was in. "No" he said, he is gone."

"Fernandez, do you know when he will be back? He shook his head and gestured at his watch and held up two, then three fingers mumbling "horas." and shrugging his shoulders. Her Spanish was close to nil but even she could decipher that.

"I misunderstood, I thought Sean was going to be meeting you someplace this morning, Fernandez? He clearly didn't catch it. "Sean was to meet you this morning at your place?" pointing at her watch.

He still looked puzzled. "Meeting about installation?" She had chosen the longest word she recalled from the phone exchange with 'Garcia'. He looked even more puzzled. "Installation" she said enunciating slowly. He shook his head. She was unsure why her husband had texted him using a word that is obviously not in his vocabulary. And why would he have been exchanging cell phone messages at all with an employee with limited English who was going to be in the store anyway? Curiouser and curiouser.

She thanked him and made her way back to her car. What to do now? She had zero knowledge of police procedure, but she was more than ever on edge about Sean's activities. With nothing better to do, she drove north, toward the Crestview Apartments where she had seen her husband just the day before.

Shannon parked in the east parking lot of the apartment which was half empty on a workday morning. She walked over to the front where the mailbox cluster stood. Having no idea at all what she might be hoping to find, she looked through the name-identified mail lock boxes. This could have been a long-drawn-out waste of time, but the 5th box, 104, was identified as belonging to Fernandez and Leticia Garcia. Bingo!

OMG! Her head is spinning. That is surely the store's new man and his wife. But what kind of a coincidence is that she wonders? I just spoke to him and now I am at his home mailbox! And another crazy coincidence, that her husband had been in this complex just yesterday meeting with a new customer.

How to sort this out? Need more info. OK, calm down and make a plan. Gotta get a look at 104, not that it would tell her much. She surveys the unit layout and sees that 104 must be near the west end of the frontage she's at. Shannon heads that way, walking past 104, but resisting the notion to listen at the door and quickly proceeds to the corner of the building and ducks to her right.

Her crazy day suddenly gets way crazier when she spots what is clearly her husband's van two cars down on the parking lot. She swallows hard and tries to clear her head. What does THIS mean?

She can think of three possibilities. Maybe his customer from yesterday lives in an apartment on this side of the complex and Sean's visiting him again, to get more measurements.

Or maybe Sean is in 104, the Garcia apartment, but his employee is at the store right now, so could that mean he is visiting, what was her name, Leticia, to take her measurements?

Or he is with someone else entirely, for the longest shot coincidence since Jupiter aligned with Saturn and Venus, 750 years ago.

Her instinct tells her there is possibly some infidelity involved in here somewhere, but her brain tells her not to be such a suspicious wife and just get the facts. Realizing that the worst would be for her hubby to come out of whichever unit he is in and spot her face in the parking lot, she decides to go back to her car.

Shannon was afraid to walk back right past 104, envisioning the scene if Sean did pop out that door right in her face. Then, as her heart rate slowed a bit, she reasoned that he could only have been in there an hour or so, and she thought it might be unlikely her energetic husband would finish a hookup with a new young lady in such short order.

Besides, if it did happen, she would be holding all the aces in the surprise encounter. Of course, if she did run into him in front of a different apartment with store front blueprints in his hand, then it would consume much of the next 10 years of her life trying to live that embarrassment down.

Her car was way on the east side of the units, but she very much wanted to be able to see the door to 104 if and when Sean came out of there. She walked 40 yards or so out toward the street where there was a row of mature oak trees. Or maple, or something. She stepped behind one with a good view of the door to 104.

Realizing she would look pretty suspicious to anyone walking or driving by, she opened her purse and pulled out a road map she still had in there. She plopped her purse down and opened the map up wide to look at it, the fact the of map being upside down would not be noticed by passersby.

After an eternity and a half, Shannon heard a door opening and saw her beloved husband come quickly out of 104. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him stop right outside and turn around to stick his head back in the opening. A very feminine, golden brown arm reached behind his head and drew him back into the opening for a few seconds. His head was out of sight from her vantage point. Then he turned quickly around headed around the corner to his van.

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From where Shannon was lurking, she had no time to get to her car in order to follow. She waited for him to leave the scene and then got back to her car. Returning the way she had come she spied Sean's van, now parked back behind his store, and kept on driving.

Heading toward home she eventually sees a non-descript bar & grill and pulled into a spot right in front. The house brandy looked like the best choice for an appetizer, so she ordered a shot. Make that two.

Shannan thought, firstly recapping what she had seen and heard the last couple of days. Then she worked hard to make sense of it all. She wanted so much to come up with an innocent rationale for the apparent kiss. Although she had not actually seen him kiss the women in 104, what she had seen could only have meant that he did. His new employee and his brown-skinned wife lived in 104, and her husband was at work miles away.

So, what is the innocent explanation for that? Perhaps her normally reserved husband had decided to change his life-long behavior and become much warmer with his junior employees and their spouses?

Or maybe Letitia had a secret she wanted to tell her husband's boss and asked him to come out to her apartment so she could whisper it in his ear?

Or maybe her husband, who she thought always had a bit of a wondering eye, had managed to seduce the, presumably, pretty wife of his new employee in only a couple of months' time and he had been there delivering her regular morning fucking.

Of those three possible scenarios, two of them had likelihoods down there with the 3-planet juxtaposition. Much as she hated the idea, Shannon had to go, for now, with the scenario that involved the far more human type of juxtapositioning.

When it was time for some better nourishment Shannon ordered a vodka and tomato juice, tall, plus mushrooms with blue cheese dip. Then she returned to her ruminations.

'Why? Why the hell!?'

She almost never turned him down for sex and surely, she was way better than some stubby little brown bimbo. She was immediately ashamed of herself for this silent bit of racism. Not her style at all, in normal times. She counted Patti as more of a friend than an employee.

But, really, as a tall 44-year-old blonde with sizable jugs, that was still trim and curvy, the gal that had won 2nd place in the Miss Davenport Contest 20 years ago, and still turned heads and batted off flirtations all over the place, that made no sense to her.

So, what was she going to do about this? Well, she was going to become the ex-Mrs. West, that was for sure. She had never given any serious thought to a divorce, even when she was pretty sure he had a brief affair with one of his customers 4 or 5 years ago.

But she now reassessed that earlier position. He was skim milk when she did get him in bed twice a month or so and God knows she would prefer, and deserved sex a whole lot more often than that. And a lot more intense, as well.

She thought about the assistant manager over at Albertsons. Young, bright-eyed and studly. By some coincidence, he invariably ran into her in the aisles when she came to shop. She did not realize that on his office desk he had a monitor that showed who was coming in and leaving the front door. But she was sufficiently intuitive to realize that it could not be coincidence how he showed up 90% of the time, very solicitous and offering to help her out in any way that he could.

Shannon smiled to herself thinking about a roll in the hay with him. Maybe she could. But he was too young and insufficiently employed for her to be thinking about him as a prospective replacement husband.

She pondered other interesting prospects, rather enjoying the new-found freedom of this fanciful man shopping. The new Associate Pastor up at 1st Lutheran was a mouth-watering male and there was no doubt his eyes glistened just a bit when he was around Shannon.

No way. He was also too young, and it would probably cost him his position at the church when he had to divorce his young wife to move in with Shannon. Silent giggle. Made her puff up with pride with the fantasy that she could maybe steal him away like that.

Shannon spoke to the nearby waiter, asking for the luncheon special and a bottle of Chablis. She noticed but preferred to ignore the brief look of disapproval in his eye.

She asked herself what she was accomplishing with her alcohol fueled soliloquy. Quite a bit actually she thought. Firstly, she knew that she didn't need to fuss about further proof of infidelity. She had been deceiving herself over the last two days; there is no way to ignore her own eyes. And no way to allow him to talk her out of seeking her freedom.

Shannon hadn't spent so many boring afternoons reading Literotica.com without learning a few things about matrimonial cheaters. She wasn't going to fall for any bullshit that started out with 'honey, that's not what this means' or 'it was just sex'.

She laughed to herself when she recalled that those words were always uttered by the wife in the story, never the husband. It dawned on her that, in real life, husbands were much more likely to be the cheaters than their wives. She understood that was historically true because men had more freedom to wander, with their working careers and outside contacts. Women were pretty much house bound until recent decades.

Gals maybe had as much libido as guys, but not the freedom to explore. But now days, many more women were working outside of home.

So why wasn't there a Loving Husbands section in the vast Literotica.com library? Or rarely even a single story about some bastard cheating on his wife? Like hers was. She knew the answer, of course. It must be because husband infidelity is so commonplace that it hardly warrants an expose.

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When Shannon belatedly got home and walked in the kitchen door, Sean was already putzing around trying to put together something to eat. He stared daggers at her as he put a forkful of canned sardines in his mouth.

"Oh, shorry about dinner Sean. I juss lost track of time." She tottered ever so little as she headed right out to the living room and collapsed on the couch. When she woke in the middle of the night, she found a knit throw over her, obviously a goodnight gift from her spouse. She rolled over and went back to sleep, having no wish to join him in the bedroom.

Shannon was awakened by the sound of the door closing behind her husband as he headed off to work. Or wherever he was heading off to. She got her morning ablutions taken care of and ate some fridge leftovers for breakfast. Fuck, this was the worst hangover since college days. And she hated feeling like this as it was time to execute the plan she had sketched out in her cups yesterday.

She waited until a bit after 9:00 to call the store and ask for Sean. He was out on a job she was told. Her back up plan, if he had been in, was to use the excuse to offer him an apology for her behavior the day before. Shannon was happy that she didn't have to do that, she had a natural reluctance to lie through her teeth.