Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*****
Dear Readers, please be gentle in your comments. I am aware this story could be in four or five different categories. I picked one. I am aware it is a bit long. Oh well. I write for FUN. If you don't care for the story, gee that's too bad. All persons in the story are adults. I checked their I.D.s.
Double Trouble, Double Down
He had good days and bad days. At 62, you do the best you can. Jack Diamond had a bad back. He had worked his whole life, hard physical labor each and every day. Jack had done mostly masonry work for the past ten years. It did take a toll on his back, somewhat. He reflected on his love life. His masseuse was late. He took a pill, got undressed and waited face in the hole on the massage table. He soon fell asleep. He dreamed about the past.
He had been happily married, or so he thought at the time. It turned out his beautiful blonde wife had found a very attractive younger man, Petruno or Petrocelli or Petellito, something with pet in it. His wife became that guys pet. He knew the guy was a scumbag from day one, he just knew it. Rodger the scumbag, as he thought of him, had been in his house selling life insurance to Jack and Jessica, his wife.
Rodger was tall and slender, his hands had never done a lick of work his entire short life. Jack was just the opposite, like five-nine or five-ten, 275 pounds of muscle, grit and determination. His arms were as big as some men's legs, and his legs were like tree trunks, incredibly strong. His hands, callused from construction jobs going back years and years were twice the size of Rodger's effeminate little hands.
Jess had seemed very interested in buying what he was selling. He got a whole life policy, primarily to assuage his wife's worries about money. He should have noticed the eyes back and forth between Rodger and her but he didn't, or maybe he just dismissed it as his own imagination. He should have seen it, but he did not.
He once had a nail power driven through his work boot, through his foot and into the wood deck. They had to cut off the head of the nail and pull it through by lifting his foot. He put a band aid on top and a bandaid on the bottom and worked another eight hours.
After that, he went to the hospital. He had determination. He called home from the hospital to get Jess to pick him up. She seemed all out of breath. He told her he was at the hospital, and needed a ride home. She said, could he get a lift there, she was in the middle of something.
"I'm at the hospital and you're not tear assing to see that I'm ok? What's the matter with you Jess? Something more important than me?"
"I'm sorry, you're right. I'll just toss this food out. We'll eat out. What was I thinking. I'll be there in ten minutes." She said.
"No, no honey, I'm sorry. It's my fault I got shot by a nailgun. Why don't you finish cooking and I'll just wait here till you're done. We can both eat together. Ok? I'm sorry" he said.
"You sure? It's gonna take forty five minutes to an hour? I'll do whatever you want." She said.
"Yeah, honey. Go ahead and do it. I'll wait. Love you" she had hung up already.
It came as a shock and surprise that Jessica was having an affair with this insurance salesman. Jack found out the usual way, by accident. Three years to the day, and after Jessica had delivered a beautiful boy and girl into their happy home, Jack got home a day earlier than expected to surprise his beautiful wife. Instead, he got very surprised. Rodger would be in intensive care for a week, and Jack spent thirty days behind bars, in jail.
He could have been released by bond, and then two weeks into his incarceration, the judge heard his story. He offered to release him without any bail at all. Jack said no, he didn't want to be released just yet. He told the judge he was afraid he would lose his temper and kill the pair of cheaters. He asked that his brother be allowed to remove his clothes and tools from the home, to avoid a very bad altercation.
At the end of thirty days, all charges were dropped. No explanation was given to him, but everyone in the small town knew what had happened. His wife and the children were gone. In the wind. Dissapeared. He filed a missing persons report. It went nowhere. They just vanished. Nobody would say anything to him about it. It was a big secret, but only to Jack.
Jack was heartbroken. He was crushed. The man who had arms of steel, became like a ghost of himself, drinking quite a bit, crying at night like a baby.
Eventually, he received a letter from Jessica. She apologized very profusely, she didn't know why she had fallen in love with Rodger, and told him she wasn't entirely sure of the children's paternity. She asked him to send a cheek swab to a DNA lab to find out for sure.
She ended the letter saying she was not coming back. She was very fearful that he would kill her and the kids if they turned out to not be his. She had seen him snap the bones of her lover like twigs.
She was trying to protect herself and her kids from his vicious temper. She and the children had little choice but to hide from him until and unless he cooled down. Which for him could be a long, long time.
The post office mark was from Illinois, so he knew pretty much where they were. Her grandmother had obviously taken them in, living in the suburbs of Chicago. He did as his estranged wife asked, as he too wanted answers. He then went to church and prayed. He was so devastated by what had happened. His heart hurt.
The answers came from a lawyers office. His son was not his biological son. His first born, his daughter, was his. He was expected to pay child support. A custody hearing would be held a month later. She was divorcing him. He had to fly to Chicago, find an attorney, and try not to lose it at the hearing. They had a pretrial meeting with both lawyers that he had to attend. He dreaded the confrontation. He was afraid he would explode at the table.
He got a lawyer, went to the hearing and received another shock. Guess who was sitting with his wife at the conference table? Rodger the scumbag. There were four off duty cops restraining him from killing the son of a bitch. They earned their pay that day.
After the court hearing, all four took him and his lawyer out for a drink. He apologized to them about his behavior. They apologized for having to restrain him. They had ears. They heard what had happened. One said he felt like lending him his gun to waste the fuckers. All agreed.
The upshot was he got the divorce, Jessica got the kids and child support for Elizabeth, their daughter. He got summer vacation time with her for one month. The arrangement hurt him terribly. But it was the best for all concerned. He got the home, there being no reason for him to move, and no equity to speak of. Life went on. He cried when he got home.
A month later, he wound up in jail on a drunk driving charge. He spent Friday through Monday incarcerated. His lawyer got the case entirely dismissed, it seemed that he was passed out in the backseat while his friend drove the car. The friend had simply given the officers the wrong ID card. He was just under the limit, the friend that is. Jack was twice the legal limit. Case dismissed.
This was a very fortunate arrest as Jessica's paramour, Rodger, was involved in a brutal mugging and was killed. He was beaten to death. Lucky for Jack, as the police were on his doorstep Monday, while he was still in the jail cell. Jack expressed little emotion, except for wishing that he could have done it himself.
He loved his daughter. He relished the time they spent together. He managed to get two weeks time off in the summer, his busiest time as a contractor, just to be with her. He took her to Disney. He took her fishing. He took her to Six Flags. One year, Jessica asked if he could take little Paul with him on the vacation. He felt very left out. Jack reluctantly agreed. But, much to his surprise, everything turned out fine. Jack tried to be the best absentee parent he could be. Jack was a natural. He became the father he should have been if his lying cheating wife had not done what she did.
He started his own construction company. He was really good at it too, getting contract after contract, hiring more guys as needed. The business took off.
He made piles of money because he did what he said. He always delivered on his promises and he charged a fair price. Bank officers would call for a price if they thought a contractor was out of line. Other companies would seek him out for quick and efficient jobs. Jack did it all, from plans, to handing over keys, and he did it well. Jack became a very wealthy man.
Life moved on. Jack never remarried. His faith in women, and truth be told, his feelings of inadequacy made sure of that. He had done his best with his wife, and she had found him wanting, so that she needed a creep like Rodger. That hurt him terribly.
That didn't mean no women for him. Quite the contrary, he dated often. He even had the strange experience of two girls fighting over him. He had a date scheduled with Sandy, a buxom blonde beautiful divorcee for Friday evening. He had a date scheduled for Saturday evening with Betty, a beautiful brunette single mom who's daughter played with his daughter Liz occasionally.
Liz stayed with him more and more those days. Her and her half brother actually stayed with their dad during the school year. The end of the summer that year was their moms, so his kids missed the big fight.
Somehow, miscommunication had occurred. Both showed up at his door at seven on Friday night. They immediately tried to kill each other, as they both had plans laid for Jack. Much hair pulling and ripping of clothing took place before Jack could stop the fight.
