"I would never fucking let that happen to me!" Jay said with a slightly drunken slur. "And if something like that did happen, I would fucking kill the asshole, and the bitch who fucking cheated on me, and all the stupid cunts who go along with him. I wouldn't fucking care if I went to prison the rest of my life or got the chair! Some things a man can't let happen to him. You gotta fucking stand up for yourself, even if it means paying the price!"
Tim was regretting confiding in Jay. Partly because Jay just didn't understand. Partly because Jay was raising his voice loud enough in the bar to be heard by other people, and Tim certainly didn't want to have anyone else know about his situation.
After his short time in prison, Tim decided he needed to move to another state and start over. His criminal record didn't go away, which made it a little harder to find work, but he felt better about being somewhere where everything was just different. No places to remind him of times he spent with Charlotte, no people to run into who knew him from before. He found anonymity in a large city in the mid west, where he got work as a courier, driving a truck around all day long.
It was mostly work by himself, except for the times in the service center, where he would pick up the packages to deliver and have morning meetings with the managers and other drivers. That's where he met Jay, who was a supervisor, but they got along.
Jay was a just a little taller than Tim, and much more fit. He was an energetic, intense man who never shied away from giving his opinion.
Jay was married to a beautiful wife named Raquel. Raquel was of southern European descent, with jet black hair and pale white skin. Her eyes were narrow and dark, and her lips were full but with a sharpness to them that made them incredibly sexy. She was curvaceous but very fit and muscular. Her tits were enormous, the size of volleyballs. They were firm enough to stand out from her chest even without the help of a bra, but jiggled seductively with even the slightest movements. Even women and the most conscientious of men could not help but stare slack jawed at her impressive cleavage.
Jay once invited Tim to come over for dinner, and as soon as Tim arrived and saw Jay's incredibly sexy wife Raquel, he made an excuse and left immediately without even having gone any further into the house than the entrance way. After that, Tim completely avoided all circumstances that would involve him meeting Jay's wife.
Jay and Tim would often hang out for drinks, though, and they got closer as buddies, which made Tim's avoidance of Jay's wife more and more noticeable. Then, one night at their regular hangout, Jay pressed Tim to confess what it was that bothered him so much about Raquel.
Tim resisted as much as he could. In the end, though, it wasn't Jay's insistence that broke through, it was that Tim had never told anyone what happened with him and Charlotte and the evil Dr Castle. It felt good to let it all out, as painful and embarrassing as it was to talk about.
Tim explained the whole situation of how he had been tricked into eating Dr Castle's cum-pills, how Dr Castle had been fucking his wife every time Tim and Charlotte went to see him while Tim sat like an idiot in the waiting room, how Dr Castle had a whole relationship with Charlotte outside the office, and how Tim had been pissed on and cum on while Charlotte and Dr Castle laughed and fucked in front of him. Tim then explained how the whole betrayal and hurt had left him unable to trust anyone again, and had a deep resentment to women, especially beautiful ones. Jay's wife was just too good looking for Tim to ignore, and he couldn't be around her for all the feelings she inspired.
Jay was slack jawed for most of the story. Several times he said things like, "Bullshit!" and, "No fucking way!" Not because he thought Tim was a liar, or that anyone would even want to make up a story like that about themselves, but it was just so incredible that it was hard to accept. At the end, though, Jay was worked up into a frenzy of anger on behalf of Tim. Jay seemed even slightly more worked up because of a frustration that Tim did not seem to do enough to either defend himself in the first place or to get revenge after.
"What could I do?" Tim asked. "I had no idea people could be so completely evil! I mean, hindsight is twenty-twenty. It's easy now to look back and say I should have done this or done that. At the time, though, I couldn't see the signs because it wasn't like just ordinary cheating that you might suspect. It was a whole evil plan that was more than I ever could imagine." Jay opened his mouth to respond, but then closed his mouth again. He obviously thought that Tim should have seen something was wrong from earlier, but he could see that he wouldn't win this argument since he wasn't there and the details were everything. "Once I was injected with whatever it was that paralyzed me," Tim continued, "I couldn't stop what he did. I was physically unable. I wanted to fucking kill him, believe me."
"You should have fucking hunted him down after!" Jay said. "Hunted his fucking ass down and held him at gunpoint and pissed right in his fucking face! Then you fucking shoot him and all his fucking bitches!"
"I tried looking for him," Tim said. "Believe me, it was all I did for months. I did everything I could think of. I paid money for a detective agency, I went to the police, I searched as much as I could on my own."
"What did the police say?" Jay asked.
"They filed a report," Tim said, "but they didn't really follow up. A lawyer explained to me that technically, fucking another man's wife for months is not a crime, or even doing it in front of him. Also, I technically gave my consent for the drug that paralyzed me. The pissing and stuff could technically be assault, except that I didn't keep any evidence, and the agreement I signed when I signed up for the counselling turned out to cover so-called 'unconventional treatments'. Even if they found him, it was unclear if I could even sue him for malpractice."
"What about his medical license?" Jay asked. "They guy must be registered somewhere. You could track him that way."
"Dr Castle turned out to be some kind of alias," Tim said. "The detective I hired tried to go that route, but somehow this Castle guy, whatever his real name is, managed to acquire a legitimate license but with a false name. The guy knows how to cover his tracks. He must also be connected somehow."
"If the law can't help you," Jay said, "then I've got some friends named Smith and Wesson that can!"
"I don't even know if the guy is still in this country," Tim said, "and even if he is, this country is fucking huge when you think about it. He could be anywhere, and he said he's done what he did to me before, so he probably has a whole system for staying hidden."
"Fuck that!" Jay said. "We're going to find this asshole and you'll get your revenge! He can't just fucking disappear."
"I don't know," Tim said looking tired, "It's been almost two years and I'm still not over it, but I've finally learned to look to the future for a change. I think I just want to put it behind me now."
"If a guy took my wife like that," Jay said, slamming his empty beer bottle down on the table, "I would spend the rest of my life fucking searching for the guy. No. No rest until this guy is fucking dead."