I would like to give a cautionary tale for those thinking about not listening to their gut telling them their prospective partner is lying, cheating to them. This is my story.
The beginning.
It had been just over four years ago, when due to the work I had carried out as a member of a firm dealing in computer code, I was invited to attend a mid-level technology college outside New York. My innate abilities with coding were sharpened and as the college was well known, many tech companies had spies so I soon had a number of suitors for my skills.
However, many of the friends I had made had come from small family trucking businesses and I saw a way to help them as well as stay away from the corporate dollar which seems to me to be a life of slavery. Well paid perhaps but 70-80 hours a week left no time for a life.
I had taken the basic software which allowed the trucking companies to offer slots, track their vehicles and loads, uplifting or depositing and enhanced it so many other aspects of the trucking world were included. If they were in one city and a request for a consignment came in I could match vendor and trucker saving both a lot of effort. It even scheduled maintenance.
My student friends were happy to work when they were free as I paid them well. I knew that as the end of my course came closer I would need to make a decision on what to do with the business.
The truck companies were happy for me to continue and told me so in no uncertain terms. I took a great load off them and they had improved their profit margins due to less wasteful single load journeys. I agreed, now I just needed a location to work from.
It was the decision I took alongside that one which I now truly regretted.
About a year before the end of my course, I had met a beautiful girl, Charly, who was studying at a neighbouring college. She was about 5'8", blond hair to mid back, green eyes which flashed mischief and a mouth which sold dreams. Her breasts were almost alabaster white and could take a day to kiss around. Her nipples grew as she became excited to at least half an inch. She loved having them kissed and suckled and could come and come again just by that alone.
Her flat stomach led you into a valley of sin. Her light blond pubes almost seemed to be on fire as her rosy lips peeked out. Those lips seemed to be able to talk to you, awaken your desires even if you had cum just moments before. She loved to be eaten and her nectar was as addictive as heroin. Her little rosebud enjoyed being played with. Her long legs held you so tightly there was no escape. She didn't like vaginal sex when on her period but was happy to blow me or have me fuck her arse.
I soon learned that I needed plenty of towels on my bed if I didn't want to have to change my sheets almost every night.
Charly always made it clear that she was going home after her course. She asked me to come with her. The small town where she lived needed jobs. Her cue was that I was always saying I could be anywhere and still be able to do my work which was true but only to a certain point.
I allowed her to take me to her hometown. The first meetings did not go well.
Before they travelled, I had listed everything I would need to be able to run a computing-based business. Broadband by fibreoptic cables of at least one gigabyte, power, back-up power, phonelines, offices with room to expand. Her dad and uncle said they had that.
The first shock was that on our arrival, Charly told him me that I would have to stay in the motel alone, she was staying with her parents and they would not be amused if their daughter was seen to be playing around. My inner voice said, "bullshit!"
The second was as I waited for her dad and some uncle who owned the building, I saw her in the distance being very close, very handsy to some boys. So close, my inner voice was telling me "Walk away now." To my shame I didn't listen.
Her dad and uncle must have thought this was a done deal but when I told them, probably more brusquely than I normally would, due to what I had just witnessed, that the building and other requirements sucked and were not fit for purpose. From leaking roof, poor amount of power sockets, a back-up generator from the 1830's and no fibre broadband when the fibre cables were only 75 yards away.
To make matters worse, the uncle wanted to charge Manhattan prices when the going rate in that area was about 2% of that.
My antecedents were roundly criticised. Worse they kept calling me an English bastard while I'm actually Scottish.
I walked away heading to where I had last seen Charly to tell her I was leaving. I didn't need the motel after all.
Charly seemed quite unhappy to see me as if I had broken something up. The three boys she was with looked like their toy had been taken away. Again my inner voice was saying "go."
I must have had "mug" tattooed on my forehead when I didn't listen.
I told her I was leaving as this would not work.
Charly seemed genuinely upset. I thought she wanted the business to set up in her town. It was only later I understood she wanted to be airtight and I had stopped that by coming over then.
I started walking back to my car. Charly appeared to try and stop me heading off. I told her, the building, nothing was suitable, it was just her uncle trying to rip me off. I had other locations I was going to look at. She could come with me or stay with her friends. Maybe my tone suggested to her I suspected what she was up to but she said she would come with me. She seemed very disappointed to leave as did her three friends.
After that we argued for a few weeks and all "friends with benefits" stopped. I should have listened to my inner voice then, "She's guilty as charged!"
She did come with me to see other sites. Even she could see how wrong her hometown building was for the business. I didn't know it at the time but I'm sure she kept her dad and her uncle appraised of what I was doing and the standards of the other buildings.
Meantime, I spoke with my friend and lawyer Bill. He said, "Listen to your gut. There's lots of stories about how close these southern towns are. Don't let her lead you on by your cock. If you go any further, like marriage - you need a cast iron pre-nup. I'll draw one up and have her sign along with a lot of business stuff like healthcare, if needed."
Charly and I held a meeting and I told her we were through. I didn't like what I had seen and I didn't like her dad nor her uncle trying to fleece me.
She was mad. How could I think she would do anything like that? She was just pleased to see her friends. Nothing had happened nor was going to happen.
My inner voice was shouting, "She's lying. Walk away."
I told her, I couldn't live like that, wondering if she would be screwing someone behind my back. I was walking away from someone I thought I loved; someone I had wanted to live my life with but cheating was not in my nature nor hopefully in the one who I wanted to be with.
To cut the story, my lust won out and before long I had set up in her town and we were married, just eighteen months before the shit hit the fan.
True to his word Bill had her sign a lot of paperwork including a pre-nup which gave her nothing if she committed adultery.
About nine months before, I began noticing changes. Sex became three or four times weekly but never on a Tuesday, Wednesday or Friday. Charly always liked to know my movements, so she could there for me she said.
The best thing which happened in hindsight was the town's claim to fame, their favourite son. Senator Will Davies. He and I did not get along as I wouldn't donate to his political causes. He was so right wing, he made Trump look like a communist. Charly's family idolised him. We argued over his latest bill which he said gave workers more rights. Yes, like none!
I was called an English communist bastard for pointing out an employer could get rid of staff if they declared they looked at me badly or did something he didn't like. No rights!
The second bone with her family was when I wouldn't pay for the town's Independence Day celebrations. I had the first year but as far as I saw, what it cost me wasn't spent on the celebrations though her dad had a new car!
I told them I had to invest the money in the business as I was losing customers as a rival firm was offering them additions I had been forced to curtail due to them persuading me they weren't needed the year before. If I didn't the one hundred folk I employed would lose their jobs. That was a quarter of the town's adults.
That did not go down well.
One Tuesday morning, I was working but had hit a brick wall on new code to make the package better, more flexible and resilient. I knew if I walked my brain often cleared and I could work out the problem in terms of what I had to do to get to where I it wanted to be.
I walked out through the office and realised that I was being watched. I saw Charly's friend call someone while looking at him.
Within a few minutes Charly called to ask what I was doing. Her voice showed some concern, not about me but her. I told her, I was walking to clear my brain, probably going to the park and lake. She seemed happier when she ended the call.
My inner self had woken up and wouldn't be denied. There were rumours that the last two rooms at the motel were rentable for an hour or two. They were used for romantic interludes with those not necessarily your partner.
I made my way there keeping well out of sight of any potential onlookers. I was about 75 yards away and hidden by the next building when I saw Charly and two of her buddies, Don and Ed. From the way they were intwined I would say they were going to be using one of those rooms and I was right.
