I want to thank Wolf Vixen for her help in catching the error I never seem to see. I could of made a two-chapter story out of this but I wanted to cut it off cleanly, so tell me what you think.
Right now I am so mad I'm shaking. I think if my wife, Sandy, were to walk through the door I'd put my hands around her throat and choke the life out of her damn body. Thank God I'm in Denver, finishing up a project, or tonight could have gotten pretty ugly because I know she's out there cheating on me again.
At least I confirmed my suspicions tonight on who it is, and it really doesn't make any difference how long, because Sandy has killed our marriage like you'd crush a bug beneath your shoe.
My first thought was that I should have seen it coming, but after eight years of marriage it's not something you look for, because it's something I wouldn't have expected. I thought about getting drunk and confronting them, but why waste my time. My marriage is over, he could probably kick my ass and with his connections, he could make my life hell, even more than sleeping with my wife.
So here I sit. No one can know how I feel unless they've gone through what I have to deal with right now. I don't want to hear all the bull shit that, "I'm divorced, I know what you're going through man," or "I'm here for you if you want to talk." I don't want to hear any of their crap, so I'm not telling a soul, not yet anyway.
I need a plan, but I've got to get my head straight first and that's going to take a little time. I don't plan on ever making love with my wife ever again because the thought of her rutting around on the bed with him still makes me sick to my stomach. At least she had the courtesy of doing it in hotels instead of in our fucking bed. So with a pad of paper in my hand, I am thinking about what I'm going to do next.
If Sandy were this hot sexy woman, I might have seen it coming or at least been looking for signs. She doesn't have a set of 36DD, doesn't have long blonde hair and isn't a hot looking, tall Amazon type of woman. Don't get me wrong, Sandy's good looking, about 5'6", short brown hair with a hard lean body. You could probably crack a 2x4 across her small ass, but that's about it. Compared to his wife, Sandy would rate about a five at best. So why's he screwing around with my wife, probably because he can.
Sandy went to work for Logan Industries about two years ago, just after the birth of our son Danny. I made enough money to cover all our expenses, but she wanted all the things our friends had.
"Steve, with me working, it'll take some of the pressure off you and you won't have to work so much over time; it'll be nice to have you home more often," she tried to reasoned with me. "My parents say they would love to watch Danny for us and that way I could at least work part time."
She was right, but I felt that Danny needed her home at least for another couple of months. I never suspected she'd already been looking.
I or should I say we met Richard Logan at a charity auction. My boss gave us his tickets because he said he hated functions like that, and I thought it would be a nice evening out with my bride. When he walked in the room, with his wife on his arm, everyone took notice. He was tall, good looking and had money. People like that have almost rock star appeal. He worked the room and had most women swooning over him, even my wife.
"That's Richard Logan and his wife Connie," my wife told me. "He owns three companies in town and his wife used to be a runway model. Hell, the dress she's got on tonight probably cost more than all the clothes I've got in my closet," she said in a hushed voice.
"But they're probably not nearly as happy as we are," I replied kissing my wife on the cheek.
"Yeah, right. Wouldn't it would be nice to have that kind of money if just for a little while?" she asked me.
Some time during the night we were introduced. How we got on the subject of what we did or that Sandy wanted to get back into the work force I haven't a clue, but I forgot about it until weeks later when Sandy brought it up again.
Richard flaunted his money that night by out bidding everyone for the top five items. When I called him a show off, my wife gave me a stern look and said he was doing it for charity. Bull shit, he'd wanted to make sure everyone knew he could do what he wanted. People like that need to be the center of attention. The one thing I did notice was that his wife kept one eye on her husband and the other on every good-looking woman in the place. Looks like she didn't trust hubby completely, or so it seemed.
None the less, three weeks later I came home to the news that Sandy had gotten a part time job, and guess where; Logan Industries.
"They've just opened up a new department and even though it's only part time now, it'll probably turn into a full time position within six months," she told me beaming. "Isn't it wonderful?"
I wanted to say hell no, but I didn't want to rain on her parade, so I sucked it up, smiled and told her I was proud of her.
"How did you hear about the position?" I asked.
"My friend Debby works there, and Richard asked her if she knew of anyone looking for a job. She told him I was looking and I e-mailed him my resume. I didn't want to say anything to you until after I had the job. Last week I went in for my interview and was offered the job the next day. Isn't it wonderful?" she said for the second time tonight.
"So you'll be working for Richard?" I inquired.
"He and I will be starting a new department that will handle all the charity work his corporation does."
"That doesn't sound like a much of a job."
"Well, I'll be responsible for looking at all the charitable requests his companies receives and help in selecting the companies chosen for donations. It'll be a lot of responsibility," she said.
"Well, I know you'll be able to handle it, Babes. Maybe we should be going out to dinner to celebrate?" I asked.
"We don't have the money right now, but soon; very soon we will."
So that is how it all started. After that, it was Mr. Logan this or Richard that, and what a good man he was, it about made me ill. Maybe once a month she'd have to travel with him to look at this company or that location but it was never over night; after all we had Danny to think of.
"Steve, I'm going to have to be gone Tuesday night next week," she said over dinner the following week. "Richard is looking at donating a wing to a small hospital in Alabama. We'll view the hospital and then have dinner with their board that night. I'll be home in time Wednesday to pick Danny up from mom's house," she told me.
"Why don't you guys just fly back after dinner? I know you'll probably be taking his private plane," I asked.
"Mr. Logan said he didn't want to rush the trip and if something else comes up at dinner, we'll need to take care of it the following morning before we leave. It'll only be one night," she said smiling at me.
I didn't like it at all, but I trusted my wife. Richard would have to be a total idiot to hit on Sandy with what he had waiting for him at home. I told her to have a good time and I'd see her Wednesday night.
"I'll probably need some extra loving Monday night so I won't go through withdrawal Tuesday night when you're not here," I told her, and Monday night she gave me about a weeks worth.
She came back Wednesday night and gave me another dose and I was dumb and happy. Our sex life was still good and so was my marriage, or so I thought. Life went on, we had extra money but Sandy went out of town about every other month and the holidays were creeping up on us.
Silly me, I almost forgot to explain what I do for a living, because it is going to have a major impact on what I ended up doing. I work for a company that tests security systems and computer firewalls. We're the go to company if you want to see if a hacker can get in. I've got an accounting and computer background, so I work in the division that deals primarily with banks. A typical scenario is a member of the board asks us to try to hack into or disrupt a particular division. We try to hack into their computer system, go into particular accounts and basically create a white-collar crime. About sixty-five percent of the time we are successful and the bank usually hires us to fix their problems.
The most fun I ever had was four months ago. I was supplied a fake passport, from Panama, and went to a local Bank of America Bank branch office to open up an account. I met with the bank president and he took great care to show me around since I'd be depositing twenty million into his bank.
I told him I was concerned with security and he said that I had nothing to worry as he explained, in too much detail, his banks security system. He finally told me that I had nothing to worry about that his bank was one hundred percent secure. God I love a challenge. I took all the bank information for transferring funds and told him the following week it would happen.
Between my partner, Kenny, and myself, it didn't take more than two days to hack in and disrupt their computer files. I took money from four random accounts and put it all into the new account I'd opened under my alias company name. I notified the person who'd hired us and told him in great detail, what and how we'd done it. Needless to say they were impressed and hired us on the spot to correct their problems. The bank president wasn't too happy when it all went down, but at least he still had his job. This is what I do for a living, and like I said, I was very good at it.
Over the last six years, I'd had about eight aliases along with all the support documents to go along with them. To the untrained, which was about ninety five percent of the people looking at the documents, you couldn't tell them from the originals. These documents were going to be more than useful coming up.
About three weeks before Christmas, list in hand I went shopping for presents. I'd gotten a pretty good bonus and was planning on buying everyone a little extra this year. I got my wife a new I-Pod and was passing Victoria Secrets when I decided to get something for me, I mean for her from the store. With help, I picked out two tiny outfits and with my hands full of presents I headed for home. With Sandy working today, I was able to wrap most of them and find places to hide them.
Sandy had come home earlier that morning from an overnight trip with Richard and hadn't even had the time to unpack her suitcase yet. I was all finished so I figure I'd help her out by putting all her stuff away. I threw it on the bed, opened it up and started to sort her items.
