The Hunters Surprise

"If you need any of the negatives blown up into larger size copies, just let me know. It won=t be a problem for me to do that," he said.

I had nothing else to do, so I joined my hunting buddies. I was a little late, but better late than not at all. I did kill some geese. It felt good, it was like I was aiming at her with every shot. I got home and cleaned the birds. Not much was happening, she was tired from her sexual cheating, and I kept to myself. I did change the flash drive in the recorder. I didn't have a chance to listen to what they said.

The same thing happened Sunday, except I went straight to hunting; I had all the evidence that I needed. Sunday afternoon the kids came home, and there was more action with them around. I helped them with their homework. Again there was no sex, I didn't offer, and she was too tired.

I had it set up before hand to take Monday morning off. I had an appointment with my attorney at 9:00 am. I left at my usual time and went to Big Boy for breakfast, and kill time.

I entered my attorney's office at 8:55 am. Craig Dill is my attorney and we have been friends since high school. We always called him Pickles.

I sat down and filled him in on what had happened with my wife and her lover. I showed him the pictures and we listen to the audio together. I had listened to it earlier in the morning, in my truck. She had been cheating on me for the last five years, and I never had a clue. The audio is full of very interesting statements. She also trashed me pretty good.

Craig stared off into space, like he was in a trance, or deep meditation. After a few minutes he looked at me.

"What do you want to do?"

I looked at him incredulously.

"I want to divorce the fucking bitch," I sorted of snapped back at him.

"Well let's review all of this. First this is a no fault state and all the evidence of her with her lovers means nothing to the court. So all the assets are pooled together and split 50/50. You have one child together and unless we can prove that she is an unfit mother, the court will probably award her custody. Which means that she will get the house and you will pay child support, house payment and insurance on the house until his eighteen birthday," he said.

We reviewed all the expenses against my income and I was fucked. I can't afford a divorce; I would be broke if I did.

"Are there any other options?"

"You could go for separation."

"What does that entail?"

Chapter Four

"Basically it's what you both are doing now, but without marriage vows. The only thing either of you can't do is get married. You would need to have a divorce to do that. We can put some teeth in the document," Craig said.

We got down to discussing what I wanted in the separation document. It was what we are doing now, only in written form. She would take care of the kid's needs, the groceries, gas for her car, and keep house. I would take care of the rest of the bills; maintain her car and the house.

We could date and fuck whoever we wanted. There was to be no sexual actives by either of us in the house with fuck buddies. He listed some other activities that were allowed, or disallowed in the document. Also, there were penalties for violation of the agreement. It was something like a pre-nup, where the violator leaves with almost nothing. The agreement is binding for 60 months, unless both parties decided to resume the marriage, or get a divorce.

"I should have these documents ready for you to pick up Wednesday afternoon," he said.

We shook hands. I left his office and went back to work.

Wednesday after work, I stopped into Craig's office, to pickup the document.

"Here is a copy of the separation document for you to show Jan. After you both review the document and are in agreement with it, then I need both of you to stop in the office to sign five copies," he said.

I took the document home with me and I would talk with Jan either tonight or Thursday night, depending on what was going on at home with the kids. Wednesday was a busy night; I had to take the girls to a function at school. Thursday was a much quieter night. There wasn't any school functions that we had too attended. The kids were up in their rooms doing either homework, watching TV, or texting friends.

I called Jan into the kitchen to sit at the table with me. I had a cassette player with me and the pictures. I played the cassette, while I handed her the pictures. She had a remorse look on her face, with tears trickling down her cheeks.

"What are you going to do?" she asked me softly.

"Well obviously you have strung this twelve year marriage along for the last five years now, so you must not have much love left for me. Why Jan, why would you do this to me?"

"Oh David I do love you. I am sorry for what I have done. I don't know why I had to cheat on you like that. I just enjoy different men and they sex and excitement they bring with them. It was only sex, I didn't love any of them, only you. I'm sorry; I just needed more sex than you could deliver."

"Do you know just how lame that sounds. What do you mean that I couldn't deliver? It was you that cut back on our sex life. Now I can see why. You were getting all the sex you wanted from other men," I snarled.

Jan just hung her head without replying.

I opened the folder I had in front of me and retrieved the separation document that is inside the folder.

"I had this separation document drawn up by Craig Dill my attorney."

I proceed to explain what the document said. At first she looked fearful, then confused, and finally a faint smile crept into the corners of her mouth.

"Let me get this straight, we keep doing what we are doing, but I can have sexual relationships with any guy that I choose?"

"Yes, only not in this house."

"What about us?"

"There are no more us as far as I am concerned." I told her.

She seemed to absorb that, as she continued to review the document.

"So what do we do next?"

"Tomorrow at lunch time we meet at Craig's office to sign the documents. He will take them to the court and a judge will sign them. When that is done, we will be legally separated," I said.

"I plan to make a bedroom down in the basement for me. You can have the master bedroom. I will take care of washing my clothes and keeping my room clean. You have the rest of the basement and house to keep clean, and wash yours and the kids clothes. As far as dinner is concerned, you always get home late anyway. I will fix the kids and me some dinner and you can fend for yourself, or eat what is leftover from our dinner." I said.

"So that is the way it=s going to be," she huffed.

"You're the one who wrecked this marriage, I'm trying to salvage a little respect out of this mess," I replied.

Chapter Five

For the next two years we lived as two strangers in the same house. She had the master bedroom and I lived in the basement. I can't fucking believe it. I was living like a fucking troll in the goddamn basement of the house that I was paying for. Jan enjoyed her new freedom, she had been gone a lot during the weekends. I worked all the extra hours I could for Three Brothers. I also worked the weekends for Roger on side jobs when I could. The kids were old enough to take care of themselves.

All the extra money I earned from Three Brothers, I used to make extra house payments. All the money Roger paid me was cash, which I stashed away. I figured once I got my financial situation in good shape, I would divorce the bitch.

At the end of the second year of our separation, Jan was gone for most of the week. When she returned home, she looked different. She had plastic surgery done to her face and had breast enhancement work done. She looks at least ten years younger. (I wondered how she paid for the enhancement work done on her), I thought to myself. I knew that both of our insurances would not pay for that type of surgery.

"You look different, care to elaborate?" I commented.

"I had a little work done on my face; some nip and tucks to smooth the wrinkles away. Also, I had some breast enhancement work done. I had them made a little bigger and fuller," she said smiling at me.

"Care for a test drive?" She purred.

"I probably can't afford your price," I mumbled back.

"You probably can't," she smirked, as she walked back toward her bedroom

I wanted to ask her just how she paid for the surgery, but I couldn't pull the trigger to say the words. I just watched her as she walked toward her bedroom, with a little wiggle to her hips as she walked. God she has a great ass. I started to morn my loss of her, then the remembrance of her cheating on me for five years. Also her words on the audio tape, burned in my stomach just like heartburn. I shook my head, to get rid of those thoughts of her and went down into the basement to work out.

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Davie's best friend is Timmy Adams. They were together all the time and have classes together. I have met Timmy's mother at a number of school functions over the years, as well as a number of times that I either dropped Davie off, or picked him up at Timmy's house. Timmy's mother's name is Tracie, and his sister's name is Tammy. I have dated Tracie on and off over the past year. Tracie has auburn hair and green eyes that seem to always sparkle. She is five foot three inches tall, and weights some were between a 100 and 110 pounds. She has a nice figure 34B-25-34. Tracie works for the local hospital, as an administration assistant. Her husband was killed in an accident at work.

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It was the month of April and Davie's birthday is coming up. I talked it over with him on what he wanted to do for his birthday, which was this Friday. We discussed a number of things, when I suggested a bowling party, with pizza and pop. He thought that was a great idea. So we invited Tracie and her family and he picked two other boys that he was good friends with. At the last minute June and July decided to join the party. Friday was a busy night at the bowling lanes, so we had the party Saturday afternoon.

Davie got a new X box for Christmas, so now he needed some games for it. I gave him fifty dollars, his sisters gave him ten dollars apiece, and Davie=s two pals, each gave him ten dollars. Tracie gave him a tee shirt with his favorite band on it and cargo shorts.

"Dad this is the best birthday party that I ever had," Davie said.

It seemed that nobody noticed that Jan wasn't at the party.

Tracie made a nice chocolate cake. We sang happy birthday to Davie and he blew out the candles on his cake. We all had cake and ice cream. Tracie had us take the extra cake home with us when we left.

Sunday I was working with Roger on a side job. Timmy and Davie were in his room play video games and eating cake. The twins were at the counter eating some of the leftover birthday cake, when Jan got home for her weekend of fun. She wheeled her bag into the house.

"That cake sure looks good, where did you get it?" she asked the girls.

"It was left over from Davie's birthday party yesterday," June replied.

"Birthday Party!" Jan exclaimed.

"Ya it was Davie's birthday Friday and we celebrated it Saturday at the bowling alley with a pizza party. Mrs. Adams made a chocolate birthday cake and was it ever good," July laughed.

"Oh. My. God., I completely forgot about Davie's birthday," Jan gasped, as she grabbed her purse and left.

I arrived home just in time to see Jan=s car turn the corner.

"Where was your mother going?" I asked the girls, not that I really gave a shit about her.

"She forgot Davie's birthday and is going to the mall to get him something," July replied.

Jan returned a short time later with a couple of wrapped gifts and a card. She knocked on Davie's bedroom door and entered. I heard him thank his mother for the gifts. As she left, and walked toward us, I could see a smile on her face. I acknowledge her, as we passed. I just finished taking a shower, after a hard day working for Roger.

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Chapter Six

Another year had passed and it was Davie's birthday again. I can't believe that Davie was fifteen years old all ready. We (Davie, June, July and me) were at Tracie's house. She was making Davie a birthday dinner.

She made her special meatloaf, with a stick of polish sausage in the middle. She injects melted cheese in the meatloaf, and she covered it with ketchup and lots of bacon. As Emeril says pork fat rules. The rest of the meal consisted of mash potatoes and brown gravy, with some meatloaf fat juices stirred into the gravy. We had green beans and coleslaw (Davie loves coleslaw), along with chocolate cake and ice cream for desert. He got some nice gifts from everybody. As I walked out with the kids, I thanked Tracie.

"I think I will server Jan with divorce papers in July," I said.

"Oh God David that is the best news of the day," she gusted.

"You've been very patient and it time for me to get my affairs in order and move on with my life. A move that I hope includes you."

"I hope it does too."

She put her arms around my neck and gave me a scorching kiss.

First week of June and Tracie called me, she was all excited.

"You will never guess what just happened to me?"

"I bet that you just won the lottery."

"No I did not, try again."

"Did you just get a big promotion at work."

"Wrong again, care to try one more time."

"No, I give, what happen to you today?"

"My folks plan to move into a condo. They want to trade houses with me. What do you think of that news?"

"Really, wow that was good news for you."

"Yes, once all the moves are made, then they will put my old house up for sale and use the proceeds toward their new condo."

"Well that sure sounds like a good plan to me."

Her folk's house was larger than Tracie's house and a lot more valuable. But, there was always a but, her folk's house was older and will need some work to bring it up to modern standards.

"I'm not sure just how you go about swapping houses, but when you do, you should then go to the bank and get a loan on the house for fifty thousand. That amount should be plenty to improve the house. I would think the bank should have no problems giving you a loan. Your folk's house had to be worth at least double that amount," I told her.

"Why should I do that?" Tracie asked.

"Tracie their house needed a lot of work to modernize it. A new roof, paint the inside and out, new carpet, new appliances, and other cosmetic things, and some new furniture.

I think I can turn that fifty thousand into seventy-five thousand, with me doing a lot of the work and favors owed me," I told her.

For that past six months, I had a friend who is a private investigator, he followed Jan on and off for a six month period.. I dug him a large pond, and did all the landscaping around the pond, in return for his services. The end of June he gave a full report with photos, video, and audio of her activities.

"Are you shitting me, she's working for a fucking escort service," I laughed.

"Ya I could not believe it myself, but you can see by the evidence just what she was doing," he said.

"I wondered just where she got the money to have the upgrades on her face and breasts," I commented.

"It was very evident that if she had been working as an escort, and if she was any good, she could easily afford the enhancements. By the way you paid for her to provide services to one of my male operatives. That is how we got some of these great video and pictures. He had a video camera in his carry bag, which took these vids and pictures," he told me.

Jan was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper, the girls were over it a friend's house, and Davie was at Timmy's House. I sat down at the table with her, with my packet of information with me.

"Well what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She asked.

I just smiled, and started to remove the divorce papers and the rest of the information that I had. I passed over the divorce papers that Craig prepared for me over to her.

"Jan it's time that we end this separation that we have, and proceed to end this marriage. This is the divorce papers. We both keep what was ours, you can have the house until Davie turns eighteen, and then it has to be sold, and we split the money 50/50. There will no child support or spouse maintenance. You cover all of the bills on both girls and yourself. I will cover Davie's expenses. I will pay the taxes on the house and any house maintenance until the house is sold after Davie's eighteenth birthday. You have insurance for both you and the girls from your place of employment, and I'll cover Davie. If Davie chooses to live with me, you still can have the house until he reaches his eighteenth birthday, or we can have the house apprised and you can buy me out."

She sat there for a while reading the divorce papers. I could just about see her mind working, trying to figure out how to squeeze some more money out of me.

"Just how to you propose that I do all of this, you make a lot more at your job than I do at mine. Your retirement is a lot bigger than mine?"

I pulled out the rest of the information in my envelope, and passed it over to her. It contained the PI report, and some pictures.

"I think that your second job provides a hell of a lot more money than you're letting on. I'll bet that the IRS would love to receive some of this information that I have. The W2's that you give me each year are far short of the money that you actual earn."

She had money scattered all over the country and some in offshore banks as well. She started to turn red, when she realized that she wasn't as smart as she thought she was with her extra income.

"You need to go to Craig's office and sign the papers so he can witness your signature."

A stroke of the pen terminated the marriage. Although it took a number of years to get to this point. Plus after Craig files the paper work it will take six months for the divorce to be final. Meanwhile I had given up living like a troll in the basement, and got myself a small two bedroom apartment. A funny thing was that as soon as I moved out of the house, Davie claimed my bedroom in the basement.

"Why?" I asked him.

He responded, "Dad there is more space in your old bedroom, and also I get away from the girls and mom."

Chapter Seven

It was the week after Fourth of July, and Tracie got the house from her folks. She was busy with the bank getting a loan secured for the improvements that we discussed.

In August Tracie got her loan from the bank, and I went to work spending her money on improvements. I started to demolish the inside of the house. I had the house rewired, painted inside and outside, new roof, new carpet and flooring, new appliances, and new furniture. It helped to work for a very large general contractor. We had tons of stuff in a couple of warehouses. Most of the stuff was brand new, or installed and then removed.

I got what I needed from the warehouse, paying pennies on the dollar for the items that I took. I completed everything and she moved in on the first of November.

No, I did not move in with Tracie in her new house. I still had my apartment, and I stayed there. I did spend a few nights christening in her new bed.

Time flew fast as November ended, and December was half over with. Tracie's work Christmas party was approaching fast. That was all she talked about for the past week. The party was on Saturday, and I had to work that day. We were building an addition to Michigan City college. The job was about twenty miles from River City.

The load of steel was supposed to be at the job site mid afternoon. It finally showed up at 7:00 pm. It took me two hours to get it unloaded. I tried to call Tracie and let her know that I was running late, but my calls just went to voice mail. I hurried up and drove home, took a shower and changed into my good clothes. I then raced to the hotel, and it was almost 10:00 pm when I arrived.