I Lied

"Really, what song is that?"

"Whatever they're playing," I said pulling her to me, beginning to sway to the music." The feeling of her breasts pressed against my chest and the scent of her perfume had a strong effect on Mr. Happy. I felt her relax and melt into me. When she felt my excitement, she looked at me a moment and pressed the heat of her womanhood against me. I thought I would have an orgasm right there.

"Don't worry about Aiesha. I'll take care of every thing tomorrow," she whispered in my ear as we danced.

I realized that I saw more than passion and strength in her eyes. I saw her soul and my future.

We kissed with gentle passion and held each other tightly when I took Denise home. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me. We both knew without speaking, the next time I we were together we would make love. I tore myself away from her. Trying to sleep that night, I kept seeing her face and hearing her laugh. I thought, could I be in love already? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that life goes on. Self pity and regrets are a waste of time and I had wasted enough time. I was happy.

When I returned home, Aiesha was in the kitchen sitting at the table.

"I'm glad you're here," I said, sitting across from her. "Friday is your last day. I will be home by 6:00 pm. Please be here. I have something important to say to you before you go. Will you do that for me?"

"Why don't you tell me now?"

"No, I'm tired. I'm going to bed. I will be glad to get my bed back. I've been in that guest room for a year."

I went into the den to watch some TV. Twenty minutes later, Aiesha was standing in the doorway wearing the black lingerie I had bought her for our second anniversary. She looked as sexy as ever. I was angry with myself when my body responded. I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she still had that power over me.

"Ben, you can have me if you want to. It's been so long. Tomorrow, I'm walking out of your life forever. Tonight, you can take me any way you want to for old times sake. I'm yours," she said in her most sultry voice. "I know you still care for me. I see it in your face. Could we forget all of our differences and problems for one night, please?"

I stood up and walked towards her, placing my hands gently on her face. She looked hopeful.

"I wouldn't fuck you with the dog's dick," I said pushing her face away from me.

A pained and confused expression crossed her face. I would remember that look forever. Her last attempt to manipulate and use me had failed. I didn't hate her. What I felt was worse. I felt nothing, numb, empty. I just knew that I needed to get away from her. To feel anything but revulsion would be to invite more heart ache.

I slept restlessly that night. When the sun rose my plan for retribution would begin. At 9:00 am, I was in my lawyer's office.

"Ok, Ben. I'll have your divorce documents today by 3:00. What else?"

"I want to sue Sam Bennett for alienation of affection or intentional infliction of emotional distress or something. I want him to pay. He didn't actually cause my marriage to fall apart, but I want him to pay anyway. I also want to sue the bank for not enforcing its morals clause in Sam Bennett's contract. They knew he was fucking my wife and allowed it to happen. I want to serve these papers personally today at 4:00pm. Can we do this?"

"I hope you're not planning on doing something stupid," said my lawyer. This situation might get really ugly. It is legal for you to serve the papers as long as there is a witness."

"I hope it does get ugly, I really do. It's better if you don't know what I'm planning," I said with a look of steeled determination.

I arrived at Sam Bennett's office at 4:00. A clerk showed me where he was. I saw him leaning over a secretary, placing his face too close to hers. She was trying to put some space between him and her. He looked up in time to see me coming. As I walked towards him I slipped into the relaxed focus that I call combat mode. Sam was about to experience some serious pain. He looked worried, then defiant.

"What are you doing here, Harris?"

He was not going to wait long to get his answer.

"I have some gifts for you," I said handing him a copy of my divorce papers naming him as the correspondent in adultery." He looked annoyed. Everyone in the office was watching. I handed him another document. "This document is a law suit charging you with alienation of affection causing the breakdown of my marriage. And this is a copy of my law suit against your bank for allowing this blatant affair to continue in full view and knowledge of your supervisors in violation of the banks morals clause of your contract." I gave him some of the explicit pictures I had of him and Aiesah. "Your boss really liked those pictures," I said with a smile.

"Is that it?" He was really angry now. I could see the blood rushing to his head. He could barely contain himself.

"One more thing," I said walking away from him and stopping. "Your fiancée should be receiving these papers and pictures right about now by messenger service. I guess she is not too happy with you at the moment. I think she might want her car back. Who is getting fucked now, asshole?"

When he started to rush towards me yelling, "I'll kill you!" I knew I had him where I wanted him. I smiled as he ran towards me with clenched fist. My day of retribution was at hand. The next several seconds seemed to move slowly. I waited for his attack and easily side stepped his charge sending two rapid punches to his liver, followed by a flurry of blows to his torso. Then, I drove my knee into his groin hard enough to lift him off the floor. This was followed by a slap to his ear which ruptured his ear drum. A sweeping backward movement of my leg took his legs away as a simultaneous palm strike broke his nose. He hit the floor with a thud. He wasn't dead, but I had seriously upset his day. Lucky for him, the blow to his nose was intended to break it, not drive the cartilage into his brain. I had considered that option.

As the fog of battle lifted, I heard clapping. It seemed to grow louder and louder. The secretary that Sam had been harassing was applauding. This was follow by more clapping. I seemed every woman in the office joined in and was happy that Sam got his ass kicked. Obviously, no one was shedding any tears for him. I stood there surprised by their support.

"Call the police and tell them to bring an ambulance," I said to the nearest secretary. "I think Sam over here has a bad headache." She handed me a slip of paper with her phone number on it. She whispered, "call me."

The police questioned me at length. They couldn't understand how so much damage could be done to Sam in less than six seconds. There were fifteen witnesses that said I had acted in self defense after Sam attacked me, threatening to kill me. Reluctantly, they told me to go home and that they would have some questions for me latter.

I felt good on the drive home. One of my tormentors had been dealt with. Now, there was one to go. When I arrived home, I called Denise and asked her to meet me at home when she got off from work. Aiesha showed up exactly at 6:00pm. She was irate.

"Ben, what the hell have you done? That scene you pulled in my office was humiliating. Everyone is the office is talking about it. I'll lose my job! You almost killed Sam. I never knew you could be so heartless and cruel."

"Cruel! You're calling me cruel? You fucked that dip shit in my bed and you're calling me cruel? You have one hell of a lot of nerve. He's damned lucky to still be breathing," I said trying to control myself.

"Who is this bimbo?" She inquired, finally recognizing Denise's presence.

"This is no bimbo as you put it. Denise is my very good friend," I said putting my arm around Denise's waist and kissing her on her cheek. "Denise works for the Dept. of Immigration and Naturalization." The look on Aiesha's face was priceless and she began to understand something was up.

"Why is she here?"

"I wanted her here to wish you a safe trip."

"Trip?............ I'm not going anywhere."

"Oh yes you are, I said opening the front door. Three men waited outside, two G man types and a short balding fellow. They came inside and immediately the short guy asked,

"Aiesha Harris?"

"Yes."

"You've been served. These papers are suing you for divorce for adultery." He turned and left. That left to two men in black. Her jaw dropped. She looked at me then at them. She looked like she had just been sentenced to death.

They showed their ID and badges and said, "We have credible information that your immigration status in this country was obtained fraudulently. Please come with us, we have a few questions we'd like to ask you."

As she was escorted out, she stopped and turned towards me. "Ben you promised that you would never let any harm come to me," she said looking for my protection.

I hesitated a moment and looked at her with no emotion and said, "I lied." I closed the door on her and that chapter of my life forever.