Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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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.
