Don't you just love it when a plan all comes together? It was a Saturday, the first day of a three day weekend. I'd sold the house and the closure had been a week prior. The reason I was still in the place was because I'd paid a hefty rental to stay there until the long weekend.
The previous evening Suzanne had announced that she was off to spend the long weekend with her sister. If I didn't like it, tough luck. I had expected that to happen. Counted on it, actually. She'd packed her weekend bag and was gone.
First thing Saturday three sets of people rolled up. The first was a locksmith, changing the locks for the new owners. I'd advised it and they'd agreed. The second was a man dropping of a ute that I'd hired for the day. The third, the removalists. We'd be able to get everything packed and moved without having Suzanne running all over the place, getting in everyone's way.
There were certain items I wanted packed separately and loaded onto the ute. I'd deliver those items myself as they had a different destination to everything else. These things were done first and loaded. I was ready to drop them off at any time. Then the removalists got to work and started loading everything else.
Handy guys, those. They knew exactly what they were doing and had everything loaded into their truck within a couple of hours. I followed them to my new address and watched as they reversed the process, putting everything away in the new house quickly and efficiently. It helped that I'd given them a layout of the house beforehand, clearly indicating where everything should go.
Move completed, I paid off the removalists, parked my car in my nice new garage, and caught a taxi back to my old address. I was pleased to see a removalist van there, busy moving the new owner's things in. I wandered in to say hullo, shake hands, and wish him luck in his new house. Then it was out to the ute for the final delivery.
I pulled up at my sister-in-law's house. Chloe's garage was open and her car was over to one side, leaving plenty of room to unload a few boxes. I backed up to the garage, jumped out and started unloading said boxes. It didn't take long. There weren't that many of them. I'd nearly finished when Chloe came out of the house.
"Ah, what's going on, Adam?" she asked.
"Just putting a few things into your garage for storage for a short while. They shouldn't be there long. I knew you wouldn't mind. I'll be in and explain in a moment."
Chloe retreated back into the house. She'd looked a little bit ill at ease, seeing me there. That didn't really surprise me.
I finished stacking the last box, knocked on Chloe's back door and waltzed on in. She was standing in the kitchen, waiting for me, looking even more ill at ease.
Funny thing about Chloe is she grows on you. She's really quite pretty in an understated way. Also, while she didn't have Suzanne's flamboyant, in-your-face sex appeal, she did have her own sex appeal. Like her prettiness, it wasn't immediately noticeable but it was there and it seemed to become more pronounced the more I saw of her.
"Ah, the boxes?" she asked.
"A few of Suzanne's things that she wants stored here," I told her, stretching the truth a trifle. "I'm sure she'll have them moved again very soon."
"Um, Suzanne's not here right now," Chloe told me. No kidding?
"She's, ah, gone shopping. I don't know how long she'll be gone."
Chloe was standing with her hands behind her back, twisting slightly from side to side. She hated lying to me, especially directly to my face, but she did a credible performance. She might not know it but she was also doing an incredible performance with the way her breasts were straining against the buttons of her blouse as she twisted back and forth.
"Gone to see her boyfriend, has she?" I asked sympathetically. "Don't worry. She'll turn up on Monday before she heads back to the house. That's unless you phone her and let her know she should head home."
Chloe's eyes popped wide with shock. She was so startled she didn't even notice that I eased the stress on the top button of her blouse by giving it a little flick, popping it open. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and I was quite pleased to see that the second button couldn't take the sudden strain put on it. It popped open, followed by the third, revealing a lot of cleavage, barely constrained in a lacy scrap of nothing that I suppose you could call a bra.
"What do you mean her boyfriend?" asked Chloe, looking guilty rather than shocked.
"You know. That guy she goes to see on those weekends that she claims she's visiting you. Haven't you even met the guy?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Chloe protested, blushing.
"I mean," I said, "that your sister has been cheating on me and that you not only know it but have aided and abetted her. She started cheating almost before the ink dried on the marriage certificate."
I reached over and stroked along that tempting cleavage.
"Don't worry," I said. "I don't blame you. You're her sister, so of course you had to take her part. But the charade is over now. We're getting divorced."
Chloe blinked and looked surprised.
"She didn't tell me anything about that," she exclaimed.
