Prologue
I had known her since fourth grade, her family had moved into to our neighborhood that summer and she and her two twin brothers had all started school that year. Kelly was a year older than the twins but her parents had held her back so they would all be in the same grade. I was always attracted to her, finding her beautiful even way back then. Through junior high and high school she had always been very athletic, being the star player on the girls basketball, softball, volleyball, and track teams. She was intelligent also.
Starting in junior high I had asked her out every year and every year she blew me off never taking me seriously. You couldn't say we were friends, but we did talk from time to time, but just about school stuff. After graduation I went off to college to become a computer programmer not knowing what had happened to her.
About a year after I had graduated college, I was working as a computer consultant working at different job sites and working on a variety of systems. I met Ryan, while working for the local power plant modernizing their systems. He was just some lowly technician who had been assigned to drive me to the different sites while I upgraded them. As the job took two weeks, we had kind of become friends. At the beginning of the second week, on Monday, he told me he was going to the bar that evening to watch the football game and invited me to join him. I told him thanks, but I don't drink. He said great, then you can be the designated driver. Reluctantly I agreed to join him, never enjoying the bar scene, as I didn't drink or smoke. I meet him at his place after work, where he changed his clothes then he scribbled a note to his wife. Telling me that his wife was at the Church, helping out with their vacation bible school.
That night he had gotten drunk and stupid, even before the game came on. Realizing this guy was a complete ass hole, as I then watched him flirt with every gal in the place. All this while his wife was at vacation bible school, what a winner. Remembering why I hated bars, I hoped he wouldn't do anything too stupid, knowing I still had four days worth of work to do with this genius. As the game played on, his state went from drunk to shit faced, and as the game ended, our team losing, I began to shuffle him back to my car, happy that this night was about over.
Ryan so drunk that he could barely stand, having to grab onto me to steady himself several times. Once in the car we headed to his place. He just kept chatting endlessly the whole time. He was a friendly, talkative drunk and gave me his whole life story on the thirty minute drive, even telling me about how timid his wife was. I mean really, what was he thinking. We barely knew each other and yet here he was telling me how hot she was, and how she is in great shape, as she went to the gym three times a week. Then complaining about how boring in the sack she was, never allowing him to try anything new, that they always had sex in the same position and she wouldn't even let him leave the lights on when they did it.
He went on about how he had begged her to let him take some Polaroid's of her and how she went ballistic at the very thought. Wishing he would just shut up, I just kept driving, not saying a word. As he continued to go on about their relationship and their troubles. I was relieved when I pulled into his driveway, watching him get out of the car and stumble towards his front door.
He dropped his keys twice trying to open his door. Deciding that the lush would never get in without some help, I got out of my car and joined him at the front door, picking up his keys, as he dropped them once again. As I asked him which key it was to open the door, he leaned against it, to steady himself. As he started to reply to my question, the front door was pulled open, causing him to fall forward into his wife.
As he fell forward, his hand had gotten tangled in her robe. Having just gotten out of the shower, when she heard her husband trying to open the door with his key, she had pulled on her long bath robe, and had come down to let him in. As he pulled himself up, with her help, his arm pulled her robe open, exposing me to a full frontal view of her body, as I stood just to the side on the front porch. After steadying him, she pulled her robe closed again, not realizing that I had just gotten a peek at her body. As Ryan began to introduce us, I looked at her face. There in front of me was Kelly, my Kelly from the old neighborhood.
Seeing he made it in okay, I told Kelly it was good to see her again, and lying to her, I told her that I had had fun tonight. Going home that night I laid in bed, thinking of Kelly and how great she had looked. Thinking to myself what a younger me would have given for a view of her like I had gotten tonight. I began to wonder how she had married this retard, when she wouldn't even go out on a date with me. Then it came to me. A fiendish plan to befriend her husband, and get close to her. Then see what opportunities presented themselves to me.
The next week Ryan and I went back to the bar and watched the game even though I had already moved onto another job. With a little work from me, we became fast friends, as he was happy to have someone to get out of the house with. As the months went by we started to hangout about twice a week, Ryan grateful to have someone to drive him from bar to bar. As time went on, I had learned that one of her brothers had introduced her to Ryan, after the two men had meet at a bar. From there they began to date, and eventually married. Having only been married for six months when I had meet Ryan.
Kelly had been raised in a very religious family, and as she had matured, she embraced her religion and found it rewarding. She taught Sunday school to the toddler class even though she had no children of her own. She also cleaned the church building, and was an assistant in the morning Preschool class throughout the year, for which she was paid a meager $150.00 a week. But since she was not doing it for the money, she found it rewarding, and at 24, she found herself happy with her life, hoping to have children of her own soon, once Ryan found a better job. Her only wish was that her husband would give up his drinking, and embrace her religion.
Ryan was still pretty good friends with Chuck, one of Kelly's younger twin brothers the two would often go to one of local casino's together a couple of nights a week. Her brothers, not embracing their religious upbringing as she had, were a couple of degenerates, each one moving from job to job and always getting into trouble. Between spending a couple of nights out with me and a couple out with her brother Chuck, the newlyweds Ryan and Kelly saw very little of each other, over the next three years, as I worked my way into their lives. I had built them a computer, so that Ryan could surf the net, and to help Kelly prepare her Sunday school lessons. Kelly even asked me to design and host her church's webpage, as I ran several webpages on the side to boost my income. I got to really know her, as we worked together on the church's webpage design, making it just the way that she wanted it.
It was then that I decided that it was time to make my move.
Chapter 1
After pretending to be his friend for the last 3 years, in hopes of getting a shot at his wife, my old crush from High School, I decided that it was time to make things happen. Having set myself a backdoor into their computer, when I gave it to them. I had also showed Ryan how to use it to manage their finances, and pay bill's online. I had shown Kelly how to use it to chat with her parents, who had moved to Chicago. Lastly I allowed them to use the small ISP that I ran, to host webpages with, as their Internet connection for free.
Having looked over their finances through the back door in their computer, I saw that they were in bad shape financially. Seeing that they had two mortgages on their home, and were behind on all of their bills, due to Ryan's apparent gambling problem. Having played the part of the good friend, I continually warned him to stay away from the casinos, but he never listened to my warnings.
As I witnessed Ryan's destructive, downward spiral, I devised my plan. Ryan, stressed from his financial problems, and reluctant to talk to me due to my constant warnings to him. He began to go out more often, trying to drink away his problem's, this led him into having a short lived affair with one of the local barflies. I couldn't understand why he was cheating on his beautiful wife with this women, seeing that she was over weight and not very attractive in my opinion. Kelly on the other hand was gorgeous. I myself being a face guy, I was drawn to her deep blue eyes and angelic face. Her wavy brown hair dipping beneath her shoulders to the small of her back. Her face reminded me of Kathy Ireland's only softer. I was in love with Ryan's wife, my "friends" wife.
Having photographed his affair with the barfly I knew I could end his marriage at any time, knowing that Kelly, with her religious beliefs would never be able to accept his infidelity. That, combined with her gaining the knowledge of their true financial troubles, would surely cause a divorce. Who knows, if I played my cards right, I could sweep in and pick her up, by being her white knight, but hearing Ryan's complaints about her prudishness, I knew it wasn't enough to simply make her my wife, in fact, it was no longer my goal. I knew I wanted to make her mine, my slave and my whore, so that she would carry out all my wildest dreams and fantasies, her own reservations be damned.
Having all the pieces in place I waited until Ryan was particularly depressed, having just received a letter threatening foreclosure on his home, as he was now five months behind on his first mortgage, and swamped with bills totaling over $85,000.00. I broached the subject cautiously, suggesting he let me help him refinance his house as the interest rates where now the lowest that they had been in our lifetimes, telling him that it could save him big money. Knowing he was about to lose his home and cars and couldn't hide it from me or anyone any longer, he began to explain his situation to me, unaware that I already knew it all.
I sat down and acted shocked, as he told me how suddenly he had hit a run of bad luck at the casinos and gotten in bad shape. Of course I knew that his sudden streak had been going on for over a year. He began to tell me how he'd written bad check's, and had let Kelly do so unknowingly, also upwards of $5000.00 dollars, and that there had been warrants issued for both of their arrests over the matter. He explained to me the hell he'd gone through having had his phone number changed, and the old one forwarded to his cell phone and how he'd gotten their mail delivered to a post office box to insure that Kelly didn't find out.
Having drunk several beers now, my treat of course, he began to cry, telling me that there was no way to hide it from her now. Trying to comfort him, I told him not to worry, that maybe he could ask his folks for some help or maybe Kelly's family. Surely they'd help to keep their daughter out of jail. He told me neither could help, reminding me of that which I already knew, but only feigned ignorance for his benefit. His parents had just filed bankruptcy on their small farm a year ago, and Kelly's parents, her mother a cafeteria worker and her father, now disabled after a heart attack, had been a janitor, so combined, they made less than his pitiful salary. Not to mention the fact that they already disliked their alcoholic son-in-law.
Pretending to contemplate the situation, I finally offered to help him, telling him it would hit me hard in my wallet. Not letting him know that the adult websites I hosted, netted me over a million dollars in the previous year, and brought in over $90,000.00 dollars a month, and then there was my day job. Never flaunting the money I had, in front of my "friends", I had always let on that I was doing okay, but was still hoping to do better. Although I made plenty from my web hosting, I still worked as a consultant, because I enjoyed my work and it had its benefits.
Knowing how much money we were talking about, he told me that he couldn't let me do that, it would be asking too much of anyone. I said fine, knowing hat he wouldn't be able to hold out long.
After a half hour at the bar, and another beer for him, he turned and asked, "Would you really be willing to do that?"
