Summary: Trying to manage the bad news situation.
Keywords: MF,FF, MFF, public, consensual, love, older man, illness, cancer, sister-in-law, mature
Version: 1.01
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Although there are elements of fact, the following should be regarded as a piece of fiction is intended as ADULT entertainment.
It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.
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Copyright (C) 2013 Jack Wellard. All rights reserved.
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Chapter Four
Bloody hell, another damsel in distress! "OK June, no problem. So has he actually gone?"
"Yes, he even had his bag packed ready. He's been seeing someone else for over a year. I wish you'd killed the shagging bastard."
"Right June, let's calm down and think this through. Who controls your finances, you or him?"
"I do Jack, mostly online. He hardly knows one end of a computer from the other, why?"
"You need to change any passwords that he might know or guess. If you have accounts to which he has no access move any joint balances into them immediately if possible. Can you do those things now?"
"Yes I understand; good idea thanks Jack. That's something positive to focus on. I can do that in half an hour then I'll call you back." She rang off and I returned the handset to the charging cradle.
I finished preparing the lunch and went quietly upstairs. Sarah rolled over and peered at me. "What have you done with my naked lover?" she mumbled blearily.
It made me laugh, that was a good sign for both of us. "Are you coming down for lunch or shall I bring it up here?" I asked as I eased the curtains open quietly.
"Get your kit off Mister and I'll see you downstairs after a comfort stop." Sarah slid out of the room heading for the bathroom. I left my clothes on the bed.
Downstairs Sarah hugged me and came to the kitchen table. "Gosh Jack, you've been busy while I had forty winks. That looks tasty." She kissed my cheek and sat alongside me, her naked thigh pressing comfortably against mine.
Sarah's appetite was surprisingly good, she cleared her plate enthusiastically. "Did I hear the phone before lunch?" she asked as she also scoffed the fresh fruit salad concoction I made for afters.
"Yes, it was June. Bad news on the reconciliation front I'm afraid." I held Sarah's small hand. "It sounds as though dear Tony only wanted to see her to gets his kicks by saying 'goodbye'. Apparently the rat's been having it off with someone else for some time. She should be calling back any minute now. I offered her some advice on locking Tony out of their accounts. Let's hope we're not too late."
Right on cue the phone rang. Sarah's breast stroked across my arm as she reached for the phone and answered. "Yes, Jack's just told me. Are you OK?" Sarah listened for a while then said "Yes, he's right here. I'll get him." She handed the phone to me and snuggled close so that she could listen.
"Hi June, all done?"
"Yes Jack, but you were on the right track; he's already taken the maximum cash out of our joint account today. If he tries again tomorrow there won't be any left! I've reported his credit cards as lost, so he'll have trouble there too. All our money is now in accounts to which he has no access. What next Jack?"
"What about the house? Is it in your name? Is there a mortgage?"
"No problems there, it's my house, in my name only and all paid for." June responded.
"Great, perhaps we should change your house locks. I could probably manage that for you. We've just had lunch, have you eaten?"
"No Jack, I'm really not hungry. When can you be here? Can Sarah come too?" Sarah nodded emphatically.
"Yes, we'll both be there. I'll pick up some things from my place on the way and be over in about 20 minutes or so, OK?"
"Thanks Jack, see you soon."
As a keen handyman I had the appropriate tools. I even a couple of used locks; they may not be perfect but would be adequate for the time being. Sarah knew the way to June's and rushed in for a comforting embrace. I added my hug then dropped my tool bag alongside the front door. Luckily my replacement lock was similar, actually better than the original. It took only ten minutes to fit and test. I put the old lock in my bag and took the new keys to June. She removed the old key from her ring and added the new one. She gave one of the new spares to Sarah and the other to me. I raised my eyebrows and June smiled enigmatically.
The back door was less easy but after half an hour I had fitted the additional lock, leaving the original in place for extra security. I showed June how it worked and gave her the keys.
Sarah had made a pot of tea, she poured me a cup and we sat around the kitchen table. It was obvious that Sarah had already told June about the potential cancer scare. Their conversation was subdued and they were holding hands talking quietly.
"We are going to the hospital first thing tomorrow morning" I said looking at June. "You might want to make an appointment with your lawyer and get advice on the separation procedures. Perhaps we could meet you in town for lunch afterwards?"
"Good idea Jack," June nodded. "I'll do it now." She bustled away to make the call. Sarah and I held hands.
"What now Jack?" asked Sarah quietly. "Can we leave June alone here?"
"Let's see what she wants first; then plan accordingly" I suggested, gently running the back of my fingers down her soft cheek. "You are very beautiful Sarah, I can't stop touching you."
She leaned over and kissed me. "Thank you, dear Jack. Now you can understand why I picked a kind old gent with failing eyesight!"
"Hey you two, this is my place! When do I get to join in?" chirped June returning from the hall with her diary in her hand. "All set for the morning. Actually I know the divorce specialist from elsewhere so at least the ice is broken on that score."
"What do you want to do now June?" enquired Sarah.
"I hadn't given it a thought. So far I have only done exactly as Jack has suggested, maybe he has another cunning plan?" June patted her hand on my shoulder to emphasise that it was my turn to contribute again. Her fingers gently traced across the back of my neck raising goose bumps. June giggled and ruffled my hair.
"Well," I began hesitantly. "This morning Sarah told me of a fantasy she seemed keen to act out." I paused looking at Sarah. "Maybe we could all join in to try to get outside our dismal heads?"
Sarah gasped. "You can't mean the 'public place' thing Jack! How could we? Oh my God; three of us in public!" She suddenly looked positively excited.
"Slow down there darlings, what is going on here please?" June looked confused.
"Jack dear," said Sarah smiling that smile that knows it's going to get its own way. "Do you think you could you make some fresh tea while I tell June about your dirty secret?" She winked and poked her tongue out as she pulled her confused sister-in-law towards the lounge where June's laptop was already online. Their heads were close as Sarah whispered earnestly. I shook my head and got onto to my assigned task.
Working in a strange kitchen is always an interesting challenge. The kettle was easy, filling with water no problem but where to find the tea! I opened cupboard doors and ferreted around unsuccessfully. Then, bright lad that I am, I saw a tin marked 'Tea' on the shelf directly over the kettle! 'Now all we need is a teapot' I muttered to myself looking around. That soon materialised and I heated it from the almost boiling kettle. I let it stand for a minute while I searched out cups and saucers. Once I had emptied the warming water from teapot and spooned in the tea I added freshly boiled water. Now I just needed milk. As I bent to reach the bottle in the fridge I saw something taped under the worktop.
I put the milk on the tray and gently pulled an envelope from its hiding place. Inside it I was surprised to find a postcard-sized photograph. It showed a man, probably early thirties, stripped to the waist posing on a hillside. On the back was a simple message 'Missing you Tony, wish you were here!' There was no indication of place or date. I put the photograph back into the envelope and left it on the tray.
June showed no reaction to the envelope as I placed the tea tray on the table so I assumed she didn't know what it was. Instead she said, "Hang on Jack I've got some nice biscuits. The tin's in the right-hand cupboard over the fridge please." She smiled her request, who was I to refuse?