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StangStar06
StangStar06
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A little bit later he asked about Dana, and it was my turn to feel a little bit sad. I had a few more drinks and it was time for me to head home. My body was alive then, because it was the time that I was used to being at work. Maybe Dana had gotten my message, because she hadn't called me in a couple of hours.

A couple of girls who were looking for a good time tried to hook up with us, but surprisingly enough I wasn't interested. I felt like such a loser, because I knew what Dana was probably up to at that very moment. I excused myself and went home.

I tossed and turned all night, partially because my body still hadn't adjusted to being back on the day shift, and also because I couldn't get Dana off my mind. It seemed as if I had just gotten to sleep when my door opened. Naturally it was Dana. I'd forgotten that she had a key. She came into the room quietly, still clutching my letter in her hand. She was crying for some reason that I couldn't fathom.

"Dana, just grab your stuff and get out," I said. She jumped up in surprise when she heard me.

"You scared the shit out of me," she said, "What are you doing here?"

"Uhm, this is my apartment," I replied, "I belong here. I believe you were on your way out."

"Jason can't we talk about this?" she asked sobbing.

"Dana, what is there to talk about?" I asked. "You've won. You always get what you want, so this time shouldn't be any different."

"What are you talking about?" she whined.

"Look Dana, let's not do this, I'm tired and I want to go to sleep," I said. "I never expected us to last as long as we have. So I don't blame you. We were on borrowed time, from the day we met."

Dana was crying now, and shaking her head negatively.

"So everything will be better now," I said. "No more sneaking around, you can just go ahead and fuck whoever you want." As I said this, Dana's head snapped up.

"I can do what?" she asked, looking at me. "I haven't touched anyone since we got together," she snapped. "I went out and partied, I got drunk, I got high, and I shouldn't have," she said. "Jason I was so lonely and so bored while you were at work. But I would never even think about having sex, with anyone except you," she snapped. "I love you, you Jackass."

We just looked at each other for a while, and I really wanted to believe her.

"So why couldn't you just tell me?" I asked.

"Because, honey you have issues," she said.

"When it comes to my friends, and even you and me," she continued. "In your head, you always seem to come in as less than. So if I told you I was going out to parties with a few old friends, some of whom were guys," she said. "I knew you'd freak."

"Look me in the eye and tell me that you didn't cheat on me," I said.

"I did not cheat on you," she said very seriously, looking straight at me. Maybe I was stupid, but I really saw no trace of dishonesty or deception in her eyes. Maybe I just wanted to believe her.

Even as she said it, she was taking off her clothes. First she removed the clip behind her neck, allowing almost three feet of blonde hair to swing freely. It cascaded around her shoulders, and spilled in front of her breasts. Then she pulled down her skirt, and shinnied out of her panties, revealing her shaven vagina. That left her only her blouse and bra, both of which soon joined the pile of clothing on the floor.

My resolve to dump her was melting away as fast as my erection was rising.

"If you're trying to do a pump and dump," she said in a husky voice, "you need to pump me, before you dump me."

As she said this she took my dick gently in her hands and spit on the end of it. Then she climbed over me dragging her small breasts slowly up my legs and abdomen until she was face to face with me. I gasped, as the nerve endings along the path she took all fired nearly simultaneously. The light pressure of her aroused nipples drove me nearly out of my mind.

Even as our mouths joined, she was inserting my member into her vagina. The glob of her spit almost unnecessary, since she was dripping as we spoke. With one abrupt movement we were one. The suddenness of the union almost ended me before we got started. Dana's whispered gasp signaled that her bliss was nearly the equal of my own. We kissed hungrily allowing our bodies to adjust to the overload of stimulation. When we recovered enough to move Dana started slowly raising and lowering herself, on top of me. Her vaginal muscles stroking my erection as she went.

Dana had this ability to milk every movement to full effect. Soon we were both bathed in sweat, and fighting a losing battle against total fulfillment. Then with one final descent of her pubis into mine Dana sent us both falling over the same cliff.

This incident should have been a wake-up call to me but it wasn't. I never did find out whether or not Dana was lying to me about cheating, but I loved her so much, that I really wanted to believe her.

Dana had a deep rooted need, to be the center of attention, and when she wasn't, she did bad things.

2 days later, I started my new job, while Dana found ways to spend my new salary. The new schedule allowed us to be together more, and our little bump in the road, was forgotten. I guess in the back of my mind I still felt like I had won the lottery, and at any minute I'd wake up, but I wasn't going to complain while everything was going great.

At work things couldn't have gone any better if I'd scripted it myself. Over the next few months I blueprinted my loading techniques, and streamlined all of our loading centers, and saved the company lots of money by increasing our efficiency.

Almost before the paint was dry in my office I was promoted again. My meteoric rise within the company was often credited to the fact that I was dating Dana, but those who knew my work, knew otherwise. I had adopted Kurt's habit of dropping by unannounced and in disguise, to load a truck or two, to remind me of where I'd started. It did wonders for keeping me grounded.

I had run into Kurt a few weeks ago and he loaded a truck with me while complaining about the fact that since I had computerized our loading system almost anyone could load the trucks as efficiently as I used to.

"You've taken all of the artistry and skill out of it," he complained.

"Yeah, but you're making a ton more money," I told him.

While we worked, I spoke to him about the way I wanted to basically turn our routing system over to the computers as well. Routing was currently being done the old fashioned way with a large schedule of maps and charts. I was sure that by computerizing it not only would we be more efficient, but it would allow us to consolidate several of the routes from different centers and save us even more money.

After an hour spent discussing it, Kurt told me to go for it.

At Thanksgiving Kurt's usual "no business at the table," rule was broken when I brought up my latest idea. We had a policy of buying our trucks and selling them after a certain mileage had been reached. We'd always bought the trucks because of the mileage being put on them. If we had leased them the mileage penalties alone, would have cost us money in the end. I proposed that with 2 of my

associates; I wanted to start a subsidiary company, "Navarro Truck rentals," that would make more money off of the trucks and generate further profits. Kurt loved the idea, and asked who the associates were and where I had found them.

He told me that as soon as he'd run the standard background checks on them, that we could begin, but that I'd have to depend more heavily on them than I'd expected, because he wanted me to remain with the parent company.

"Trust me Kurt," I said, "You don't need a background check of these guys."

"Who are they?" he laughed, "Jesus and Moses?"

"No," I laughed back, "You'd still want to background check them."

"Then who?" he asked seriously.

"George and Kurt Jr.," I said.

The conversation got even more serious after that, and Kurt brought up several questions that we answered quickly and efficiently. Kurt said it seemed like a good idea, and he'd look at our proposal after the holiday weekend. I could already tell that he was very happy with the idea and with the inclusion of his sons in a prominent role. The real highlight of that first Thanksgiving dinner though, was Dana's not so surprising announcement, that she and I were engaged. So everything went great for a while, My career was on the rise, I was in love with a beautiful woman who loved me back, We got married, bought a house, took trips did all the of fun stuff and settled into our lives.

About 7 years later, "the Fit hit the Shan." I'd just come back from a trip to a conference in Chicago, I wasn't expected back until Friday, and I had the audacity to show up at home on Thursday. As I pulled into my circular driveway I noticed a strange car, in my driveway. Dana must have a friend over I thought. Just great! I come home to spend some time with my wife, and we have company.

As I climbed the stairs I heard a man's voice, "Take it bitch, you know you want it."

I also heard a more feminine sounding voice "Unh, unh, Oh."

I recognized that voice too well, and my heart nearly stopped. I pushed the door to the guest room open and watched as Tim Pritchet, a guy we'd gone to school with, fucked Dana. For the first few minutes, I was too stunned to do anything.

All of a sudden Pritchet turned and saw me. His eyes got as big as saucers and he started lying.

"It's not what it looks like Jason," he said. As soon as she heard my name, Dana opened her eyes and started screaming. That snapped me out of my daze and into action. I grabbed Pritchet around his neck, and yanked him off the bed. I punched him in the face, and then slammed his head into the wall. I heard bones cracking. Then I dragged him down the stairs, by one leg and kicked him out my front door, still naked. I closed my front door, and then walked back up the stairs.

Dana was still lying on the bed, she was fast asleep. She smelled like a brewery, or a liquor store, I didn't know which one. I wondered how the hell she'd fallen asleep, while I was kicking her boyfriend's ass. I packed a suitcase for her, and went downstairs to put it into her Lexus. Her car wasn't in our driveway or our garage, so I went back into the house, and found Pritchet's keys in his jacket. I put Dana's suitcase in the trunk of his car.

As I started to go into the house I noticed that Pritchet was hiding in my hedges, apparently crying. As I moved towards him, he started to run. I easily caught him, and turned him to face me. Boy was I glad that our house was surrounded by hedges. I didn't want to have to explain my grabbing a naked crying man to anyone.

"No please don't hit me again, I'm sorry," he screamed."You weren't supposed to come home. Dana said you wouldn't be home and it was alright."

"Look, I'm not going to hit you," I said, "Why are you still here?"

"I can't go anywhere, I don't have my keys and I'm naked," he blubbered.

"What would you be willing to do for your keys?" I asked him.

"Anything!" he said.

"Stay right here," I told him.

I went upstairs and got my new camcorder. I recorded Pritchet admitting that I had caught him in bed with Dana, he also admitted, that it was not the first time they'd had sex. Then I picked Dana up from the bed in the guest room and carried her downstairs. I did, out of respect for her parents, cover her up with a sheet. Then I uploaded the video to my computer and e-mailed it to her dad. I gave Pritchet her parents' address, and told him to take her straight there, not to stop, for anything. I reminded him that I still had his wallet, so I knew where he lived. Then I gave him his keys and watched him drive away still naked.

I sat down at my computer, and typed out my resignation letter, and sent it to Kurt, and copied it to a couple of others in the company who depended on me, including my brothers in law. Then I called Tom and went out for a beer.

Friday morning before I was even awake, all hell broke loose. Someone was pounding on the front door, the phone was ringing, my cell phone was ringing, and the computer, was letting me know that I had email. I looked outside the window to see who was at the front door. Naturally it was Dana.

I pulled on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed my wallet and keys and ran into the bathroom. I shaved and brushed my teeth, to make myself presentable, and went through the kitchen door into my attached Garage. I got into my Favorite car, a screaming Yellow Mustang GT. I started the engine and hit the button on the remote to open the garage door. Dana came running into the garage just as I started to pull out. "Jason, we need to talk," she said.

"Dana, any talking we need to do, should probably happen through our lawyers," I said.

"Why do we need lawyers?" she asked.

"Dana, are you high?" I asked her, "I caught you fucking that slimy Tim Pritchet."

"I was drunk, and lonely," she whined.

"He told me this isn't the first time, Dana," I said.

"It's also not the first time you left me alone," she said.

"It's also not the first time, you've been caught, doing something you knew better than," I said. "But because I go out of town, to work, that's enough of a reason for you to break our marriage vows and cheat on me?" I asked. She just looked down at her feet.

"I promise I won't do it again," she said.

"Dana, you promised me that the first time," I said. "Ask your mom, or your brothers, to come and get your things Dana, I'll be home tomorrow." I put the car back in gear and started to drive away, but then stopped and threw in. "And Dana, don't come with them, I don't want to see you anymore until I have to, in court." I drove away and left her standing there crying.

I drove around the whole day and made several phone calls, I got a very good divorce lawyer, and had a meeting with her, and explained how I wanted to proceed. I didn't touch any of our assets, because even though Dana would never need any money from me I wanted to be fair about the distribution of our equity. So I was going to wait for the lawyers and we'd work it out after I found out who was handling her side of the case. I thought that it was probably going to be the company's legal team.

As I was leaving my attorney's office I got a phone call, it was Verna, Dana's mother. "How are you doing, Jay," she asked, her voice really sounded concerned. "I can come over Monday, with a truck to pick up Dana's stuff," she said. "But it would probably be better, if you just let her pick up her things while, you're at work Monday."

"Verna," I said, "I'll do whatever you want me to." I've always loved her mom, that woman is class personified. "So Monday, I'll just leave, and you can call me when she's done. If you come instead of her though, let me know and I'll help you move her stuff."

"No, you have that big meeting Monday," she said. "Besides Dana isn't taking all of her stuff, just some clothes and personal items."

I was beginning to think that Verna was losing it. "Why doesn't she want all of her stuff?" I asked.

"She's going to fight the divorce," Verna said. "And Kurt didn't accept your resignation," she added. "Jay, I know this is hard, but we'd like you to come over tonight for dinner so we can talk about this."

So I agreed to go to their house that evening for dinner, if only to clear the air. That evening was nothing like I expected, Verna hugged me as I walked through the door.

As we sat down to eat, Kurt exploded "What's with this bullshit, about you quitting," he said.

"Well, I didn't think it would look good for my future career path, to be fired," I said. "So I thought, to resign was better for everyone," I continued. "That way you didn't have to fire me, and I kept a good resume."

"Well scratch that," he said. "I love my daughter, very much," he said. "But you didn't do anything wrong, either with her or the company. What do you think made her do this?" he asked.

"I wish I knew sir," I said, "If I did know, I'd never have let it happen."

"Well you should know, that we're staying out of this," he said.

"We are not picking sides," he continued, "You two will have to work this out on your own."

Kurt was true to his word, he didn't allow the company's legal team to represent Dana. But she went out and got herself a killer divorce lawyer. Great, I thought, if the guy is this good, we'll be divorced in no time.

A quick divorce was not part of their plans. Dana's lawyer, had a different strategy. He was very good, he was also expensive and I had to pay for him, since Kurt was not supporting her.

"She's your wife, not mine" he told me.

Anyway Dana's lawyer was pulling every dirty trick in the book to delay, and postpone the proceedings. At every turn he missed meetings and rescheduled them. At the same time he was filing all kinds of paperwork with the courts, including one move that astounded me. He claimed that Dana, who had more money than I did when you considered her trust fund, was homeless and should be allowed to remain in the residence until the courts came to a decision. At the same time he notified me that I couldn't move out, because then I'd be guilty of abandonment, and probably lose my house.

Then the court ordered counseling, a long period of individual counseling for both Dana and me; then couples counseling. I was found to be fine. Dana had enough issues to fill a magazine stand. Not the smallest of which were alcoholism, and several self esteem issues revolving around a constant need for attention.

The day that Dana moved back in, our 5 bedroom house got considerably smaller. Wherever I was, she turned up. So I spent a lot of time at work that week. The first night, I had just gotten into bed, when Dana walked into the bedroom, wearing only the tiniest pair of panties, I've ever seen and got into bed next to me.

As much as I hated her, I couldn't deny that her body was getting a reaction from mine. I threw the covers off, and went to a different room in sheer frustration. The next night, I started out alone and after I fell asleep she got into bed with me and wrapped those long legs of hers around mine. I was dreaming about fucking her, and the dream was so real I could actually feel her hands on my dick. Then I woke up, and noticed that she was, in bed with me and her hands were, in my boxers.

She just smiled at me, and didn't bother moving. I got up and went back to our Bedroom and locked the door.

Every Morning, I went to work and Dana went to her schedule of shrinks and AA meetings. Every morning she also gave me the speech.

It went: "Good morning Jason, I love you, I always have, I'm so sorry for what I did, I wasn't myself, please forgive me, I'll do anything to make it up to you."

"Do you really mean that," I asked in frustration one morning.

"Yes," she said quickly.

"Then Dana," I said earnestly, "Let me go, let the divorce go through. You can win. You can have everything, I'll just walk away."

"I'll do better than that," I said. "I'll sign a paper saying that it was my fault, or I cheated on you. Just please, let me go," I asked.

"Two words, my husband," she said. "Neh, and ver. "Never! You'll never get away from me." I was shocked at the vehemence in her tone. All kinds of nightmare scenarios went through my mind. Most involved me being trapped in hell for some nameless sin I had committed, and Dana being a sexier, though crazed version of the Devil.

"And if I can have everything, why can't I just have you?" she asked, her lips pouting like a little girl who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, who still wanted to keep her cookie.

"I meant all of our stuff," I said.

"I don't want any of this shit," she said, "I just want you back."

StangStar06
StangStar06
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