Get Lost

She grunted, "I want you in me, now! And I want to feel you coming inside me. I want all of it inside me! Now, have me!"

Harry pushed his cock the rest of the way inside her tight sleeve in one go. He heard a high pitched "OH!" from Eveline and he started to play the piledriver.

Long, hard strokes followed, over and over, until he heard Eveline mewling, "Harryyyyy, I'm cumming, ooohhhhw, I'm cumminggggg."

Harry lost it then.

He felt his sack constricting but it felt as if his cock was blocked for a second. Then the dam burst and years of frustration and pain vaporized when he shot stream after stream of semen into the warm and willing womb of his woman.

Eveline felt Harry's great release and she was picked up in her personal avalanche that seemed to carry on forever.

An eerie silence descended over the house. Only to be interrupted by the heavy breathing of two people sprawled on the bed holding each other as if dear life depended on it.

Harry's breath slowly became normal and he found his voice first. "Will you marry me?"

Eveline, who still was coming down from her last orgasm and the aftershocks, needed a moment to process Harry's question. She bolted upright and looked with big eyes at Harry as she asked, "What did you just say?"

Harry repeated, "Will you marry me?"

Eveline said nothing for a long time and finally asked, "Do you really want to marry me? You don't have to. I'm yours, without or with a ring and I promise you solemnly that I will stay at your side in good and bad times and that I will forsake all other men."

Harry replied, "That's good enough for me. I pledge the same except for the part about men. Make that other women, for me. Consider us married. Now, do you want to move, or shall I?"

Eveline laughed, a happy laugh, and told Harry that she would get her own things from her flat. "I don't have much to move," she said. "I think I was still in flight mode after my divorce."

"Dear Evie, he can't hurt you anymore. If he tries, I'll break all of his bones."

The next morning, Harry called Annika and Björn to tell them the happy news, and after breakfast, he and Eveline went to collect her things.

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A year later.

Harry had finished his swim and was looking at Eveline doing her own slow strokes in the pool. It had taken a while but she'd overcome her hydrophobia and now Harry couldn't get enough of the sight of Eveline, naked, cutting through the water. For his amusement, she'd learned to backstroke, too, but that invariably made him dive back in, too, when she did it.

Harry hummed to himself when he walked back to his office. He made a small detour along the mailbox. took out the mail and dumped it on his desk.

Coffee first, he thought. He made two cups, putting them on his desk, and was just starting to look at the mail when Eveline entered, still walking a little gingerly following their lovemaking the night before.

She took a seat and took the cup he offered. Sorting through part of the stack, she observed out loud, "There's one letter without a stamp addressed to you, not your company."

Harry took the letter and recognized the handwriting immediately. He groaned out loud,

"No, not again. She promised."

Eveline asked, "Harry, look at me, please?"

Harry looked up, haunted, so Eveline went on. "I know that Inge wrote this letter. We talked about it when we met at Björn's. We talked, the three of us. Inge's councilor made short work with her idée fixe of having you back, but she had a hell of a time putting Inge together again. When Inge realized what she put you through, she came apart and slipped into a depression. Now, she's on the mend and this letter is partly her atonement. Please read it. It gives you closure."

Harry growled, "I don't need closure with that woman. I need to be left alone."

Eveline stood, took his coffee from Harry's hand, and sat on his desk facing him. "Yes, you do, Harry, otherwise it keeps haunting you. Read-The-Letter!" The last came out forcefully.

Harry knew better than to object when Eveline used that tone with him. Nodding slowly, he relented and opened the envelope.

Dear Harry,

Yes, it is still "Dear Harry" to me although I know you think otherwise, and I still love you. I also know, from our children, that you are so far past hate that you don't care about me whichever way. When they divulged that information, I was thunderstruck.

But enough about me. This letter is to tell you that I am sorry. When you left, you told me that you were so mad at me that there are no words strong enough to describe it. I now lack the words to tell you how sorry I am.

I damaged our marriage way beyond repair. I tried to ruin your life at least three times and alienated you so that you gave up caring altogether.

Annika and Bjorn forced me to go into counseling and the counselor was brutal. Her mirror told me that I was jealous, selfish, and felt entitled. I have hurt you terribly because of that.

I'm not going to ask for forgiveness, not because I don't want to be forgiven, but because I feel I don't deserve that.

The children told me that you will behave politely toward me. You can do that by ignoring me as well. I dated a few men. I now realize what I threw away because someone told me that you need strife to keep a marriage interesting. I've got strife, but without a marriage.

I beg for one thing only. Please let me into your life again for the sake of our children. I am not going to stalk you again and will not invade your life ever again. But please, when we meet, will you talk to me? Just to say hello?

I crave for some words from you.

With remorse and love,

Inge

Harry looked up in Eveline's expectant face before sighing slowly. "I...I'll think about it. Don't expect an answer soon. I don't like it when people start frolicking with my feelings."

Eveline wanted to say something but stopped when she saw that Harry's face was expressionless and his eyes were like stones, completely without emotion. She nodded silently, knowing to give him time.

Harry went to his garage to tinker with his second BMW. This one was a R24 from 1949, a 250cc (15.25 cubic inch) single cylinder motorcycle. On his workbench, he started to dismantle the carburetor, but he couldn't concentrate enough. When dinnertime arrived Harry still didn't say a single word and Eveline started to worry.

"Love," she said, "how can I help? Do you want to talk about it?''

Harry replied gruffly, "Can you undo that letter? I wish I'd never read it. I feel as if I'm being blackmailed through my children and by my children."

Eveline was startled by the vehement reaction from Harry. She soothingly said, "That is not true. Nobody is trying to force you into this."

Harry stood and started to pace the room. "That's not true. You talked with Annika, Björn, and my ex-wife about this letter, and you pushed me to read it. So, what would you want to call it otherwise? Persuasion, perhaps? I promise I will give it serious thought in due time. But now I feel fucked over again. I think I'm leaving for a while to get my thoughts on the rails again."

Eveline turned pale at Harry's words. She'd expected a reaction, perhaps even a strong one, but this fierceness was beyond anything the three of them ever envisioned.

Harry said, "Tomorrow, I'll take the caravan and go to Limburg for a while. I'm going to book a place at a camping site."

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Harry found himself driving south the next morning, grumbling to himself as he drove.

"Bloody mess, when you finally think you can leave that woman behind there comes another fucking rabbit out of her hat. And on top of that I end up getting the only campsite available in the area at the same fucking camping site where this mess began."

At about the same time in Fourmont, things were frantic. Eveline called Annika but she didn't answer the phone. Finally, Eveline got hold of Björn.

"Hai, Eveline, everything ok? Something happened, because you don't normally call me but rather Annika."

"Björn, Harry read Inge's letter yesterday. It went badly, very badly. He said that he felt blackmailed and didn't say another word but "See you" this morning when he went to Limburg with the caravan." She cried, "Now, I don't know what to do!"

"Oh, shit," replied Björn. "That wasn't what we expected. You know what? I'll come over after I contact Annika. And I'll relay the bad news to my mother. The only thing we can do is wait and hope dad will cool off. Now keep your wits together and keep calm. Dad will come back to you. Don't be afraid."

Still, despite his assurance, Eveline was very afraid.

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In the afternoon, Harry arrived at the camping site. He was shown a beautiful spot with an endless view of the rolling landscape. He quickly made camp and then went in search of dinner.

After dinner, he went for a small sightseeing over the camping site when he noticed a familiar face in the place next to his spot. Now, because of the circumstances, place and face came together and Harry recognized the real estate agent who was also one of the men who'd fucked his ex-wife and given her syphilis.

Harry's heart rate went through the roof and he felt his adrenaline spike as he felt murder on his mind. Luckily, the man walked away from him, oblivious to the danger a few meters away, and Harry, shaking with rage, went to his caravan.

There, he sat still for a long time, thinking, before finally going to bed. After a restless night, he rose the next morning to go into the office of the manager for a little chat.

When Harry started to question the man, the manager volunteered, "I'm sorry. I know these men are bad news. I heard the rumors, but as long as I don't have evidence, I can't refuse them. I already have a CCTV camera pointed at them, but the ladies always enter their caravan voluntarily."

"And if I can get them provoked?" Harry asked.

The manager smiled and said, "I know nothing as Manuel in Fawlty Towers always said."

Harry laughed. "Aha, you are from Barcelona," he said, referencing Manuel's origin. "But we understand each other."

Leaving the office, Harry started to plan.

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"Good morning gentlemen." Harry smiled. He hoped the agent didn't recognize him. He hadn't shaved for a few days and the man had met him more than three years ago. Harry looked very different these days.

The man looked up. Red shot eyes and dark sagging rims underneath. He croaked, "What do you want?"

Harry, with an innocent face said, "Me? Nothing, but since we are neighbors, I came to offer coffee. It seems you are in need of a cup."

The man eyed Harry suspiciously. "Why would you do that?"

Still playing a bit stupid, Harry said, "It seems you had fun yesterday, and I'm all by myself here." Harry let the rest of the sentence hang between the two of them.

After some thought, the man said, "Call me Abe and bring something strong to drink. It's ladies' night tonight and we're going to get us some pussy."

"OK,'' Harry said. "What time?"

"Make it around three," Abe replied. "My mate is coming too."

Harry went for a walk and, as Abe so eloquently said, for booze. He bought a bottle of cognac, a whiskey, and a bottle of 'young' Dutch jenever which looked like water. Harry replaced most of the jenever with water. He took a gamble but most people didn't drink jenever anyway.

At three, Harry walked over with his phone in record mode and put it face down on the table. He was surprised to find Abe and his 'mate' in the company of a young woman.

"Hi, I'm Bridget."

Harry seated himself and whispered to Abe, "Bit young, isn't she?"

Abe retorted, "Oh, she's nineteen, but who cares, pussy is pussy. You'd be amazed how easy it is to get a woman on her back. We even had one, a few years ago, who told her husband to get lost because she had a good time. She just came on to us! Do you believe that? Afterwards when he was dismissed, we had a very good time with her and she got so drunk, but we left early in the morning. We didn't want the man confronting us. Shame though, she gave us a nasty STD.''

Harry couldn't believe his ears. He asked, "And if the woman isn't willing?"

Abe smiled insincerely, "Oh, a little ketamine will solve that problem very quickly, but I like them better if they are willing and active."

Harry noticed that Abe very subtly started to ply Bridget with alcohol. It started innocently with a glass of white wine, but an hour later he convinced her to drink a cocktail. After dinner the woman had more than enough, but was still refusing the avances from the two men.

Abe and his friend were over their limit too and started to get more aggressive. Finally, Abe said, "Time to break out daddy's little helpers."

Harry made sure that the CCTV was focused on the spot and that his phone was still in record mode on the table nearby. He said, "You know, that amounts to rape. I don't think I like that."

"Getting cold feet? So, what are you going to do about it?" sneered Abe. "She's going to get fucked whether you like it or not!"

Harry, deciding to force the issue, looked at Abe and goaded, "Which of you needed to be treated for syphilis? Oh, no, both of you, of course. Stirring around each other cum."

Abe's friend went purple. "How'd you know that?" he shouted.

"Cause it was my ex-wife who treated you to it, asshole. And now that I know your modus operandi, I'll put an end to it."

Harry expected more bluster but, before he could react properly, Abe lunged with a knife suddenly appearing in his hands. Sidestepping, Harry felt the knife go in but was able to avoid much of the blow. He got hold of Abe's hand and twisted it while turning away. He immediately kicked viciously at the side of Abe's knee and heard it snap, and, in the same move, broke Abe's wrist. He turned at once, blocking a fist from Abe's friend, and kicked the man, as hard as he could, in the balls. The man went to his knees, and Harry kicked his face in for good measure.

Then, Harry staggered to a chair and slumped down into it.

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"Eveline!"

"Yes, Björn? What's wrong?"

"Dad, he's in the hospital. He was knifed and the police want to arrest him for abuse."

"What! What happened? Is Harry ok?"

"I don't know. I know he needs surgery. That's why they called me. As soon as Annika is here, we'll pick you up and go and see him."

"Please, yes! I'll pack a bag for him."

It was a long time quiet in the car. Björn kept the car just below the limit where one would lose their driver's license. Eveline sobbed silently.

"I wish we'd never given him that letter. That's the reason he went there in the first place,"

Annika said in a small voice.

Björn concentrated on the road ahead of them, but he couldn't hold back. "It's not for Dad to get in a fight. With all that Krav Maga, he learned to stay out of them. I think he had to defend himself or else he was ambushed. I've seen what he is capable of. I almost pity the other man."

Two hours later they arrived at the hospital. They were met by a police officer.

"Good evening. I'm Officer Janzens. May I ask who you are?"

Introductions were made and Janzens continued, "Mr. van der Goos is not a suspect anymore. It was pure self-defense according to the images from the CCTV camera and his phone records. It also seems he saved a woman from being raped. Two men attacked him without warning. I must say, Mr. van der Goos gave a very good account of himself. The two men will be very sorry they took him on."

"Two?" Eveline asked.

Annika interrupted. "How is he? Is he in danger?"

Janzens said that he didn't know and they had to ask the doctor. Finally, after asking directions several times, they arrived at the right ward. There, a nurse told them that Harry was being operated on. His situation was grave; it was thought he would pull through but he'd lost a lot of blood. That there were no guarantees was left unsaid but was understood by all.

She told the anxious threesome that they could wait there or she could arrange a guest room on the other side of the street with a promise that they would be called immediately when Harry came back from the operation. Annika, Björn, and Eveline crossed the street in the middle of the night.

There, the waiting began.

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Peep,peep, peep, peep.

What's that noise? Shut it down! Don't you know that I've a headache? Harry thought.

He wanted to say something but he couldn't move his tongue and it seems his lips were sealed.

He heard a rich deep voice say, "Ahh, there he is again. Mr. van der Goose, if you can hear me, please lift your right hand."

Harry, rather unsteadily, did as requested.

"Good," the man said. "Let me introduce myself before I explain some things. My name is Deridder, Dr Deridder, and I'm going to help you to get you on your feet again. You just avoided the grim reaper so you'd better take it easy for a while. Now first, I'm going to release you from some of the equipment and wet your mouth. Then you'll see some very anxious people, but I can't stress enough to take it easy."

When he and the nurse were done removing the tube, the doctor opened the door and gestured to Eveline, Annika, and Björn to enter. He looked at Eveline and mumbled something like "Lucky bastard" before leaving.

Eveline was in tears when she finally asked, "What happened? I should never have given you that letter."

Harry smiled and croaked, "No. It cost me, but I now have a clear answer to Inge's letter." He closed his eyes and whispered, "I'm so tired." In seconds, he was asleep again.

After their very brief visit, Eveline and the kids went to see Dr Deridder.

"The knife grazed a major vein. Mr. van der Goos was slowly bleeding to death inside himself. Luckily, we got there in time. As a result, he only needs to strengthen up. The wound itself was stitched and he will be sore and stiff for a while but next week he can go home. Mind you, he has to wait for at least three months before restarting to practice whatever martial arts he is partial to."

Björn asked, "How do you know my dad is practicing Krav Maga?"

"Mmm. Krav Maga, that explains a lot. Officially I'm not allowed to tell you, but you should have seen the other two guys. One is going to need a cane for the rest of his life and the other is eating through a straw for the time being and is missing at least one testicle."

A week later, Harry was sitting at home in his recliner with Inge's letter in his hands. Three pairs of eyes were trained on his face when he said in a sad voice, "When I first read the letter and on my way to the camping, I was inclined to give in and let Inge back into my life. The men at the camping site were the same men Inge fucked nearly four years ago. When I gained some trust, they told me, without knowing who I was, that she was the one who gave them a STD and not the other way around. They also said that she became drunk after they had their fuckfest and not before. I can only conclude that she was already cheating on me before I left her. She is absolutely not coming back in my life. I will, however, behave myself towards her as if she is a stranger because I don't want my kids having to choose which parent they should invite. And it's my responsibility to tell her, so I implore you not to interfere. Please, promise me?"

After two weeks, Harry got the green light from Dr Deridder to start with his exercises again. He started his first weeks under the watchful eyes of a physiotherapist. Six weeks after his 'flight and fight' he was pondering how to tackle the conversation with his ex-wife.

Determining no good way to handle it, he finally decided just to improvise and see what it brought.

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