Delaware Ch. 02

Many thanks to techsan for editing this story.

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As you remember from the previous part of this story, I - Fredrick Ohlson, 'The Moose´ among my friends - was visiting an old friend and customer, Michael Norrlin, for both social and business reasons when he said, "Do you know that Ronny Hedman has joined that theater gang and he says he has been flirting with Emma during the whole time he's been there. The gossip says that she has shown a slowly increasing interest for him, though nothing serious has happened yet. A friend of mine met Ronny at a party last week where he got drunk and began bragging that next Saturday, which means tomorrow, he'll get his long expected chance to give Emma such a great fucking that she will regret for the rest of her life that she was stupid enough to choose you instead of him."

My pretty wife, Emma, was member of a historic society, which played a farce at an outdoor theater about a young lieutenant who, about 350 years ago, got caught in bed with a Major's wife and was sent to our garrison in the far away Delaware. Emma and her theater friends would leave early the next morning for a two-day coach tour to see historic places of interest.

Ronny Hedman was my archenemy and old rival for Emma until she dumped him and chose me, for which he had never forgiven me. Especially not after he attacked me at a local bar a month after Emma and I got married. I succeeded in breaking his collarbone before the patrolman threw him out to the street. He swore to get his revenge and get into Emma's panties sooner or later.

Of course Michael's words hurt me like being hit with a baseball bat because Emma had never told me that Ronny was involved in the theater. I had seen their play and he wasn't mentioned in the program. I had even been at a barbecue together with the theater people but neither saw Ronny nor heard anybody mention him as a member of their gang.

Michael immediately noted the serious effect his news had caused on me and asked again, "Didn't you really know anything about Ronny's courting attempts at the theater?"

I replied, "Not a damn shit. What in the hell is going on? Are they involved in some dirty affair? I've heard some vague rumors during coffee breaks at the newspaper about some love affair at the theater but no names were ever mentioned. My fellow worker, Alice, is a member of that gang and she has always denied these rumors. I could never dream that it was Emma and that damn weasel."

"Take it cool, man, just be cool. Emma says she resisted him so far and there are other much hotter romances going on in that gang."

"Not easy to be cool if I'll lose my wife to such a zero. What in the hell can she see in a creep like Ronny?"

"Ronny is probably a kind of psychopath and such people can be very charming and convincing to reach their goal. Don't blame Emma too much."

"Emma has gone behind my back and, now without any evidence I can't stop her from going on that tour tomorrow and I even don't know where they are going so I can go there and get evidence."

"We are friends, aren't we? Just listen to me and everything will be fine."

Michael had a plan. No such plan can be perfect but acting as he suggested was the best and only thing I could do. His main reason to be interested in that historic society trip was not Emma, Ronny or me. The truth was that Richard Asp, owner of the garage where Michael used to get service for his cars, had connected him because he suspected that his wife, Lena, probably had an affair with a guy by the name of Allan from the theater gang. He had asked Michael if he knew somebody among those participants who could report to him if the lovebirds acted more openly when they got away from home.

It was a challenge and because Michael liked challenges he had accepted and after a careful reading of the list of the participants he had found his connection, an acquaintance that had accepted the mission for a fair fee. He or she, whoever it was, had even told Michael about Ronny's efforts with Emma and offered to watch even them for the same fee.

Two of Emma's theater friends came to pick her up by car a few minutes after six at the Saturday morning for a ride to the bus station where the coach was waiting for them. Now I understood why she had refused my offer to drive her there. She didn't wanted me to see that Ronny was there waiting for her.

I left my son at my folks and went to Michael's office where Michael and the garage owner, Richard - Rick among his friends - was waiting for me with coffee and newly baked Danish. The coach was expected to arrive around nine o'clock for breakfast and Michael expected the first report from his acquaintance. He or she was equipped with a small laptop PC with wireless fast Turbo 3G connection and cell phone with a camera of fair quality.

About nine thirty, Michael's PC gave the signal of incoming mail. First there was a message from the laptop, which said that Emma and Ronny had been seated together with some discrete hugging and so had Rick's wife and her lover, but they had also been kissing a few times. Michael had asked him/her to give us their seat numbers, which we got. Then the message continued that there were also two other couples displaying a bit of strange behavior.

Then Michael's mailbox received some pictures from the gathering in the morning when the theater gang met. Rick's wife, Lena, and her lover, Allan, were kissing; Emma and Ronny were hugging and to my surprise my fellow worker, Alice, was hugging Eric, the director of the play. There was nothing about the fourth couple who had acted more discrete during the gathering.

The travelers were expected to get to their first castle only a half hour after the breakfast and we agreed to wait for further actions until after that stop.

The three of us met again for an eleven o'clock coffee break and received a short message that nothing had happened during the stay and they were on the road again. Now it was high time to cheer up our spouses on the coach.

I rang Ronny's cell phone and began my attack immediately when he answered. "I've seen on the web that you, you damn pile of crap, are sitting next to Emma and have been necking with her. Forget all your dirty plans about sharing a room with her tonight if you care about your health. I know where you'll stay overnight and I will probably be there. I'm not threatening you, not at all, only promising to crush your balls. Give the phone to Emma."

Obviously the damn idiot had gotten a shock because he, to my great surprise, gave the phone to Emma so I continued by asking her, "What the hell are you doing? Sitting there in the coach necking with that damn maniac, Ronny, who's been bragging about promising to fuck you tonight? You have never said a word to me about him being involved in the damn theater during the whole summer. You only made sour comments about 'Ronny could have been better than you' and tonight you obviously want to test him in your bed."

Emma sounded shocked and replied with a stupid, "It is not what you think. He is only an old acquaintance who happened to get the seat besides mine. Nothing else."

"Acquaintances are not expected to be bragging about intending to fuck a married woman during a damn coach trip. Do you understand that if you intend to share or visit his damn room tonight, you'll terminate your marriage as sure as anything."

"Oh, my God, have you gone totally mad?"

"No, not at all but it's not funny to get the news about you and the pile of crap about you planning to fuck tonight."

"I'm not going to fuck anybody, that's for sure and it is high time for us to have a serious talk when I get home."

She switched off the phone, and I really hoped that she kept her promise.

Lena's lover, Allan, had no cell phone, so Rick rang up her. She became angry about that and shouted, "What the hell do you want now?" He had told her in polite terms that he wanted speak to Allan who was sitting next to her. She refused; so he told her that now he had no other choice than come and talk with him at the hotel where they would spend the night.

That had made her even angrier and she accused him of being a jealous shit and told him that one Allan, whom she hardly knew, was sitting several seats from her together with the nurse.

Rick replied that the coach was on the web and he could see him sitting next to her and he had seen their necking. Before he hung up he told her where in the coach they were sitting.

Then I rang up Alice, who worked at the same newspaper as me. She replied after many signals, "Alice."

"Hi, Alice, it's 'The Moose'. Please listen to me; I've a great suggestion, which can make some good extra money for both of us. I've come to realize that your coach is a real rolling whorehouse with a lot of cheating planned for tonight. I already know about several affairs in your historic society and I'm sure there are more to come. You ought to know Rolf's reputation; he was involved in something nasty during the summer. Now you can see that my wife, Emma, is on the coach sitting next to the creep, Ronny Hedman, who's been bragging that he's gotten a green light to fuck her tonight. If she goes for that, my marriage will be over and your society have to pay a high price for that. We can sell the whole nasty story about the sex theater for a good price and have a 50/50 deal if you can supply me with good inside information."

At that time I didn't know that Alice was fucking both Rolf and Eric and she must have really gotten cold feet after my suggestion that we make a nationwide scandal of their historic society.

She replied, "You ought to understand that our newspaper will never print a word of that."

"Of course I know, but there are others who are apt to do that and pay very good money for it too. No problems, I have my connections. Our names will not be mentioned."

"A lot of people have volunteered to work hard with that play, which gives very good PR for our town. Why in the hell do you want to destroy everything they have created?"

"Because your damn sex society will destroy my marriage and my son's home if my wife fucks that damn Ronny tonight like the damn braggart says she promised to do."

"Calm down, for heavens sake. I'll get her to skip such stupid ideas. I promise to call you later."

Only a minute later Michael got a text message, which read, "Ronny got mad. Shouting about hidden web camera. Searching for it and destroyed several things in the coach."

Only a few seconds later a new message came in, "Alice talking with a sobbing Emma."

Rick got an angry call from his wife, who had shouted, "I know that you are involved in the damn mess here and be sure you are going to pay for that!"

She hung up before he could say something and refused to take the calls when he tried to ring her.

The next text message came within a few minutes, "The coach stopped in a small town. The driver demanded that Ronny get off and refuses to drive a meter before he's off the coach."

Then Emma rang my cell phone, "Dear Fred, for heavens sake please calm down and don't do any of those stupid things you told Alice. You must believe me that I have never either promised or intended to have any sex with Ronny. It is only something he got in his sick mind. He went totally mad and I can tell you that now he is thrown out of the coach, if that will get you in better mood."

I pretended to be surprised and replied, "Ronny is thrown out? What happened?"

"He got totally mad and searched for a web camera. Though the driver told him that there is no camera, he damaged several things in the coach and the driver regarded him as a safety risk and refused to drive with Ronny onboard. Please don't do anything stupid. We can talk more in the evening."

"Yes, we can. Hi until then."

Michael's plan had succeeded about halfway. Talking about a non-existent web camera had cancelled Ronny's possibilities with Emma and his stupid overreaction had gotten him thrown off the coach and not increased his popularity in the historic society. Lena had not cared a shit when Rick told her that he knew about her cheating intentions and she refused to talk to him. Rick had countered with an alternative and told us about his plans for the evening. We wished him good luck.

I left for home and Michael promised to contact me when something of interest happened among the travelers.

Alice rang and asked me if I had calmed down now that Ronny had left them. I asked if he was expected to join them at their hotel for the night but Alice didn't believe that because he had even become mad at Eric and her. I told her that we could discuss our business on Monday.

The travelers were expected to arrive at their hotel not later than seven o'clock, have a dinner between eight and nine and the annual meeting of the historic society's theater group from nine o'clock until it ended. Rolf and Charlotte, who had not been on the coach, would join the travelers at the dinner, attend at the meeting and stay the night at the hotel.

Emma rang me as she had promised. She told me that she shared a room with one of the female actors and had never had any other plans. I didn't care to start any arguing and she continued telling me about their day and that several of them had agreed to suggest at the meeting that spouses would be allowed on their Delaware trip if they paid their own ticket. After talking with our son Emil she hung up.

Michael called me when he had got the latest news. Exactly as he had promised his wife Lena, Rick had gone to the hotel to see her. But he had not gone alone. One of his employees, a big guy, newly divorced after his wife's cheating and hating all wife fuckers was with him.

They had arrived a few minutes after seven, got Allan's room number, found the room in an annex building, knocked on the door and pretended to be room service. When Allan had refused to open the door, the big man had simply kicked it in. Inside the room they had found Lena and Allan naked in the bed. She was served divorce papers and Allan got such a severe beating that Rick's wife had called for Emma. She had examined his wounds, given him first aid, called for an ambulance and he was taken to the hospital.

I met Rick one week later. He told me that nobody had attempted to stop them when they left the hotel and he had not heard anything from the police. Later on when I collected information for this story I found out the simple reason for that was that Rolf had paid the damages and nobody had ever called the police.

Lena had gone with Allan to the hospital and the three missing cheaters had caused a sad mood at the dinner. Especially Emma, Rolf, Charlotte, Alice, Eric and one so far secret couple must get cold feet when thinking that they probably were playing with fire.

Rolf had been chairman at the meeting and said a few words about what happened earlier that day. In his opinion they were adults who had made their own decision and were responsible for what they had done. No reason to blame the others for that.

There had been many suggestions about the play for the next summer during the talks in the coach. But when Charlotte told her suggestion that the best would be when the Lieutenant arrived in Delaware and met the new world, it was accepted without any objections.

Rolf had investigated what to see in Delaware and found out that the only things connected to our presence there were an old church and a replica of the first ship which brought our colonists there. Rolf recommended that a fair time of the trip would be spent in New York and Washington, DC. There were no objections to that. Emma's suggestion about paying spouses on the trip got immediately accepted.

Eric demanded that there must be real Indians of impressive size for making out something dramatic from the cultural differences when the Lieutenant arrived in Delaware. Somebody mentioned that there used to be real Indians performing dance shows at "High Chaparral" (amusement park built as an old western town). He immediately received several objections that those Indians were nice average sized people and far from the huge savages the drunken sailor bragged to have seen in Delaware.

The next speaker wanted to hire some of the very tall American basketball players, who are common on our best teams. That was immediately rejected because though they were of the right size and spoke English with an American accent almost all of them were black. One rather boozed woman remembered that we even had a small Caribbean island with a multi racial population for a few years and why couldn't a drunken captain have sailed in the wrong direction and gotten to that damn Caribbean island instead of Delaware?

Rolf had told the woman that our Caribbean adventure happened about 150 years after the Lieutenant was sent to Delaware. As many of the participants had imbibed a fair quantity of fermented and distilled beverages during the dinner, Rolf had feared increasing problems in keeping the meeting on a serious level. He ended the meeting by saying that the historic society would pay 50% of everything they bought in the bar until midnight. There were no objections.

Emma wasn't a very happy loving wife when she arrived back at home on Sunday evening. In fact she was barking like a mad dog and accused me of being a jealous monster that, without any valid reason, hated Ronny. In her angry opinion I had seen ghosts in the bright daylight and imagined all the crap I had accused her of.

The main question was whether to dump her or not. My problem was total lack of evidence. The only thing I had was rumors about Ronny's bragging on what he expected to happen, a picture of their hugging, the knowledge about them sitting next to each other in the coach and knowing that Ronny had paid extra for a single room.

Emma denied that she had any intentions with Ronny and as I had never caught her lying, she must be much more trustworthy than a bragging psychopath like Ronny. Hugging an old friend and sitting next to him could be totally innocent. Of course, she had not told me about Ronny, but I had never asked. People who didn't know the whole background would regard me as an idiot if I did anything further.

A few days later when she calmed down, I figured it was high time for us to talk us out our problems. I began by saying, "During the summer you have told me twice that Ronny could been a better choice for you and now I know why. But you forgot to tell me that he was involved at the theater, courting you and pretending to have been the good guy. All of this is not only your fault because psychopaths such as Ronny can be very charming and convincing, obviously so charming that you repressed everything about how he used to treat his pretty wife. You ought to remember when she came to the hospital beaten blue and yellow, usually without any real reason. Is it really that sort of treatment you have been missing during our years together?"

"Of course not, but if you think you are the one and only perfect man in this town, I can tell you that is far from the truth."

"Is Ronny so perfect that some beating now and then would have been okay?"

"Why are you always dragging Ronny into all our problems?"

"Because he was damn close to terminating our marriage. Had he not shown his true face on the coach and been thrown off, I can bet everything I own that he would have been cunning enough to succeed in getting you into his single room. You can't be more stupid than to deny what would have happened in there."

"That never happened because I had not agreed to go into his room and, believe me, I would never have done that."

I replied, "Yes, you had and I can see three different ways for you to have done it. The first and most likely way: During the long pleasant day together he would persuade you to share the room with him and probably have a quickie before the dinner just as Lena and Allan intended to do. The second: you would not have shared a room with him but after some drinks during the evening you would have gone there with him and probably spent the night with him. The third: if you had refused the two simple ways, he would have become desperate, pretended to be sick, called you as nurse to his room and if he didn't get what he wanted, he would have simply raped you or beaten you to obey."