Thy Name is Whore

It was cued where Harry drops his towel and starts to fuck my wife's mouth. You could tell he didn't like the look of the video tape. Tad started talking before he could give Harry a chance to think.

"Harry, you in full knowledge and with complicity of your fellow employee, took advantage of a paying member of your club. Mrs. Susan Thomas, a married woman, even had her dues paid by Mr. Thomas here. He is not a happy customer right now." Tad told the very quiet Mr. Rydell.

"When this gets out all the men, that is, dues paying men, will want to know if their wives are fucking around on them with them paying the bill too. I will have to subpoena everyone in that locker room that day. I am not sure they, that is, the married ones, will not be too happy with you on that." Tad started to tell him in almost story like sound in his voice.

"I also almost forgot about a reasonable expectation of privacy for even video taping in the locker room in the first place. Harry when I get done with you, your club will not be the community beacon it once was and I also think you bank coffers will be a little lighter in the near future." Tad added for good measure.

"So what we want is for you to make us a SERIOUS offer and get right back to me. If you do this is a timely manner, it could save you much embarrassment and money." Tad finally finished. You could see Harry Rydell thinking over his options.

"Tad as always, you're a true asshole; but I can't argue with your logic. I will call you tomorrow with my offer. If I pay all the tapes go back to me and never see the light of day. I will fire Tony for a show of good faith. Now if that is all you legal blackmailers came for, get the fuck out!" Harry Rydell told us as Tad picked up the DVD player with a smile and turned it off.

"Oh by the way tell Tito Martinez I said hello." Tad told Harry as he left the room.

"Go Fuck yourself Worth!" was all Harry could come back with. Tad was laughing all the way back to the parking lot.

"That was a lot of fun, so now we wait for the offers to roll in." Tad told me as we went to his house for a great home cooked meal. By the end of the week this is what happened.

Bill Evans offered just under 2.7 million and to keep Sue on as an employee. Jeff Davis got fired after he stupidly gave Bill Evans all his video tapes and had nothing on him anymore. So Bill just fired him and there wasn't much poor old Jeff could do.

I went after the two assholes that were with my wife the night I caught her with Jeff. They were the two big clients of Jeff. Well they both didn't want any publicity company wise or personally so they each gave me an offer of a million to go away.

Harry Rydell didn't want to offer anything and told us to take him to court. We did and he lost 3 million when we got done with him. He had so many inquiries about who was fucking who at the club he lost half his membership and had to discount anyone who was left over. I think he thought he could get away with it but the judge didn't like video taping in private locker rooms. He didn't like people fucking other people's wives either.

I gave Sue the house and the car like she wanted. I didn't have to give her one cent in alimony though. I only saw her twice in court. I called her Whore both times when I said hello and it made her cry. I always wondered why cry now and not before she started all the shit in my life.

For being the worst time in my life, I ended up with the most money I ever had. I was smart and invested it with Tad's advice. It still hurt and I carried the pain around to this day.

All the events of that terrible year I just detailed came back in a flash. I didn't even notice someone talking to me until I woke up from my memory nightmare and heard the restaurant manager ask if he could be of any help. I wasn't sure how long I was standing there not moving and recalling the past. I shook my head clear and I was back in the restaurant.

"I'm sorry, I just was thinking about a problem I once had. I see the party I came to see so thanks again." I told the manager this as he was giving me that funny look you give an elderly person who is not all there. With purpose I went right up to my wife's table.

I think the surprise hit her first. When I was last married to Susan I was over weight, had long hair and a beard. I let myself go because of a bad knee from an old baseball injury. That's what I told myself back then but I just got comfortable with my life and my wife. Now I was short haired, lean from working out every other day, and my knee fixed due to the money I received from Jeff and Bill's company. My suits were expensive now and I always tried to look good in public. I decided to do the talking first.

"You are looking great tonight Whore. I almost forgot how nice you looked." I said trying to get her going. I still knew how to push her buttons and I was doing it on purpose.

"My name is Susan, Bobby, why don't you use it?" She replied right back in anger.

"Hey, I didn't give you your name Whore, you know who did that. I just think it is appropriate. I told you three years ago you broke my heart and I would always use that name to address you." I told her this as the guy beside her started to protest and get out of his seat. Sue pushed him back down and told him to not make a scene.

She started to cry a little and her make-up started to run. Her date said "go powder your nose Sue and fix your pretty face. I will take care of this asshole for you." And with that she got up looked me in the eyes and I looked right back. I must have shown all the pain I had been carrying around with me for the last three years in just one look. She started crying again even harder. I was surprised she still had any feelings towards me at all, or maybe she still felt guilty. I think it was a mixture of both.

"I expect you gone when I come back" she told me with tears streaming down her face. I just noticed the very big engagement ring on her wedding finger as she wiped her eyes with her hand and went to the ladies room.

"I take it your Bob Thomas, Sue's ex-husband?" he asked me with detest in his voice.

"Yes, and you must be Whore's new wish come true." I told him as I saw the anger rise to his face.

"I am Sue's finance Peter, and I would stop calling her that if were you." he tried to say it bravely but I could tell he really didn't want to cause a scene.

"I did that so I could talk to you alone. I have three questions for you and I will be out of your life for good." I told him this and it brought a questioning look on his face.

"I was once in your seat and I just didn't want someone else to suffer my fate again. I suppose Whore told you I was a shitty husband, beat her, or neglected her, or was a skirt chaser?" I asked him this and could see that is exactly what she had been telling him.

"Well I am not here to defend my reputation to you. To be honest, I don't think it would do any good. I just wanted to know first if Sara was still having her Tuesday, Thursday Avon parties at her house?" I asked him.

"Sue helps Sara on Monday and Wednesday selling at her jewelry parties. Shows how much you remember." he snapped back at me.

"Ok, is she still taking tennis lessons on Saturday?" I asked quickly.

"Sue plays racket ball on Sundays. Boy you have a crappy memory for being married to her for so long." he said with triumph in his voice.

"OK, last question. Have you ever looked under the bottom drawer of the dresser in your guest room?" I asked quickly again.

"No! Why should I?" he countered.

"Those three questions I asked you are why we are not together anymore. In my office I still have all the stuff from the divorce. Legal shit, emails from Sara and Whore, as well as hours of video tapes. I have always kept this with me for the last three years, so I thought you should have it." I said this as I was pulling a very old and folded piece of paper from my wallet.

"This is what Whore wrote to Sara when she asked about getting rid of me before I discovered that Whore was cheating on me. I didn't know her at all after I read the email, I guess I still don't. It is all about you though." I said as I handed him the paper.

I knew Sue very well though, and I knew she was a compulsive creature of habit. She always did the same things the same way every time. It drove me nuts sometimes. I also had a feeling that just because she got a new man she would still be doing things like she always did.

He seemed hesitant about taking the piece of paper but I think curiosity got the best of him. He reached out and opened up the email. I had carried it for the last three years and every once and a while I would read it and try to improve my life so no woman would ever write that about me again. Of all the video tapes and stuff I found out about, that email letter hurt the most. I think that is why I still carried it. This is the same email I described earlier in my story.

Peter slowly read the letter and put in on the table. He pulled out a pen and wrote a note on it very fast and left the restaurant to my surprise. No look back, no thank you, no nothing. He was totally stone faced. I reached down and looked at what he wrote on her old email.

'Sue,

I am going back to the house for a minute. Please stay here and I will call you in 15 minutes. Please wait here for me! I need to look under the guest room dresser bottom drawer for some strange reason. Be right back. Peter'

I knew he had seen the light, even if he didn't like the look of it. Something told me I hit too close to the mark on all three questions. The email was the final straw, and I think he needed to see for himself.

I left the note in front of Sue's table setting and left. There was no way I was going to sit in that restaurant tonight with anyone. I went back to the foyer and called my client. They said they were running late anyway and wouldn't mind rescheduling. Just before I left, I took one look back at the table.

Sue had returned to the table and was looking around for Peter. She sat down, looked at her old email, and at Peter's note written below. Her face became white as a ghost as she recognized her old email and what Peter had written her.

The last time I saw my wife she was crying so hard she had the whole restaurant looking at her. I did feel sorry for her but also didn't care anymore. That was the last time I ever saw her again. I still wonder if Peter found anything under the dresser drawer. Sue's crying told me he might.

THE END