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He nodded. "I know the guy you mean. He did me – he really did me last year."
"Uh-huh," I said. "He did me the year before and it hurt bad."
Al was obviously puzzled. "Who the hell are you two talking about?"
Marv chuckled. "Professors wouldn't know about it. It's called the IRS."
Marv made the call and sent copies of the detectives' reports and customer lists and estimated earnings. Pedro's condo in Sausalito was empty in a matter of days and our wives didn't have a visit from the pool guy the next week. It was not the perfect solution, of course, but it was a solution. Our nightmare was over.
Now our wounded and battered egos could start to heal. But when your wife has been laughing at your pecker, it takes a long time to forget about it.
- COMMENTS
glorialamuseover 13 years agoHi Lynn,
Another fine piece of writing, with another strange twist of irony, with a touch of political humor thrown in for good measure, well done my friend, well done! Also, I don't see any angry comments by the cuckold haters, most probably be cause the humor/satire story classification, great subterfuge. You are fantastic.
Your Greatest Fan,
gloria
Anonymousover 13 years agoIt was a nice story with a different ending......I still hate it when the term "Frisco" is used.....
deadoneover 13 years agoAll they did was change the wifes stud. They are still wimps and pathetic loser in their wives eyes and their own harts. Until they can recapture their manhood they will receive no respect, nor deserve any.
Anonymousover 13 years agoYou must be a tax accountant. Or at least a Tea Party Republican. Probably the latter, judging from the party-line derogation of Nancy Pelosi and the boogie-man image of the IRS.
