TITLE    : Fight or Flight
STORYID  : fight-or-flight
SUMMARY  : Which to choose for your children?
AUTHOR   : slow_n_gentle@lit
DATE     : 2009-02-17
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |cheating wife|


I thought Barb and I were beginning the perfect life together. We bought a nice 3 bedroom ranch with a deck and fenced in back yard, own 2 late model cars, and owe a couple of hundred on our only credit card. 



Barb and I have been married 7 happy years and have 2 precious children, 4 year old Becky and 3 year old Brandon. Barb works for a dog food company on the processing line. Not a glamour job but it pays well and has full benefits. 



I work down the road at a distribution warehouse as a shipping supervisor, also not a glamour job but the pay and benefits are very good. I have a college degree in business management that I earned by going to college days and working at the warehouse nights as a dock worker. I have worked there 14 years and as a supervisor for 9. 



I could make more money with the company but I would have to move. Both our families live in the area and the raise wouldn't make up for the loss of Barb's income so here we stay. I'm not complaining because I like my job and the people that work for me. I try to treat people the way I want to be treated. 



I expect my workers to do their job and get the work completed safely. If the work is finished and the area can pass a safety inspection, I have no problem with them sitting down and relaxing until the next truck comes in. Anyway back to my story. 



Everything in our life was going great until Carla entered it. Carla has the ability to change Barb from a sweet loving woman into an evil wild bitch. She did it when they were in high school together, and she is doing it again, now!



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My name is William Henderson, Bill to my friends., I'm 5' 7", 165 pounds with hazel eyes and dark brown hair speckled with silver grey that makes me look older than my 32 years. I have known Barb and Carla for a long time. I'm 4 years older than Barb and Carla so I didn't really pay any attention to them until I was a senior in high school. I remember the first time I saw Barb walking in the hallway her freshman year. 



She was short and cute, about 5'2" with a slim figure, shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. Barb and her friends then were your average happy, talkative teens. She would smile at me and say hi when I glanced at her in the hallways or talk to me if we met outside of school. 



Unfortunately I was too shy to ask her out so we never really got to know one another back then. I noticed the change in Barb the next spring of that year before I graduated. Specifically when I heard a loud female voice cussing out some guys at the mall. I saw a different slutty looking Barb with a tall loud very slutty looking blonde. 



They were hanging around a group of guys with, how should I put this, less than sterling reputations. A couple were seniors like me, 2 graduated 3 years ago, another one had dropped out of school, the last couple were younger than me but already were known as troublemakers. All those guys had the reputation for drinking, drugs, and trouble. 



I found myself just staring at Barb. I couldn't believe the change in her. A loud comment from the blonde about the little fucking pervert brought me back to reality. I turned red as I looked at the smirking blonde and the rest of the laughing group and quickly walked away. 



At school I found out the blonde was Carla and she and her recently divorced mother had moved to town to live with her grandmother. Her grandmother lived 3 blocks down from Barb's parents. The other thing I noticed was none of Barb's original friends were with her anymore. 



I graduated in the middle of my class and went on to the local college. My mother couldn't afford to help me other than let me stay at home for free. My father was a welder. He died in an industrial accident when I was 14. He left mom in fair shape financially because he always took the death and disability insurance on all large purchases. 



Mom ended up with the house and the car paid off plus $50,000 in life insurance after his funeral expenses. She worked from home submitting claims to the insurance companies for a nearby group of physicians. It paid well enough to meet all her expenses and save a little for retirement, but not enough for my college. 



I had worked through high school so I already had my own car and I found the perfect job at a distribution warehouse working the night shift as a dock worker. The pay was good plus I had full benefits. 



Whenever I finished loading a truck and nothing else was needed, I could work on my studies. Patrice, the supervisor's clerk would let me study in the office to keep the other dock workers from harassing me. I found out she was about 3 years older than me and been a clerk for 2 years. 



She had married her high school sweetheart, Frank, right after graduation. Frank was a switchman on the railroad and also worked the night shift. I told her about my dream to graduate college with a business management degree and eventually have a wife and family.



It took about 6 months for the rest of the workers to consider me one of them. I still studied and spent the free time with Patrice, but the other guys became more prone to ask me questions instead of harassing me for studying. They even invited me to the Last Chance Lounge after work for a drink even though I was still a minor. 



At 7am the police didn't come into a lounge to check for underage drinkers since the crowd was made up of the dock and factory workers from the night shift. The Last Chance is where I learned about sex from Wanda.



I was 20 and had worked at the warehouse for almost 3 years. I was still going to college but I would stop in the Last Chance on the days I didn't have a morning class. The place was jumping that morning; a group of women from one of the factories were celebrating Wanda's final divorce decree. They were drinking and dancing with any guy willing to dance. 



One of the women pulled me out on the dance floor and before I knew it, I had a steady stream of ladies taking turns dancing with me including Wanda more than a few times She was nice, about my height,5"7", with full breasts and round hips. She looked to be older than me by quite a few years. 



One of the ladies ground her pelvis into mine during a slow song and whispered in my ear.



"You know darlin what Wanda needs to make her celebration complete is for a young stud like you to take her home and fuck her brains out." 



A couple of drinks and a few slow steamy dances with Wanda and I let my other head lead me.



"Wanda honey, we need to continue this dance in a more comfortable place like the bedroom of your apartment."



After a quick fuck, Wanda found out my experience was zero. She took it upon herself to teach me how to make love to her from the nibbling of her ears on down her neck and the gentle kisses around her collar and across her breasts to the tender stroking of her breasts with my fingers. I found out how she liked her nipples sucked, bitten and teased. She was very patient and specific how to lick and suck on her pussy until she would grab my head and scream. 



I learned every position she liked to make love in and which ones she liked to just be fucked until orgasms and exhaustion won out. For over a year we didn't really date as much as meet at the Last Chance and have a couple of drinks before going to her apartment. 



Like all good things, it eventually came to an end. 



"Bill sweetie. I've loved every minute we have been together, but it's time we say goodbye. I have been dating an old boyfriend the last few months, and I feel the relationship is serious enough now that I want to be a one man woman." 



"I want to thank you for everything you have taught me. I will always remember you Wanda and wish you only the best in your future." I kissed Wanda's cheek and left. 



I graduated the following spring. It had taken three and a half years but I felt proud of what I accomplished while working a full time job. I even got a hug and a kiss on the cheek from Patrice when I told her.



With college out of the way, I felt I could finally spread my wings and move out of my mom's house. I found a nice apartment in a blue collar area thanks to my co-worker, Jimmy, who lives in the complex and recommended it. The rent was easily within my budget, besides I split the driving to work with Jimmy. He even helped me move in the second hand furniture I bought. 



Jimmy is about 15 years older than me and has been a dock worker since he graduated high school. He is your average guy who once he considers you a friend will do anything for you. He is divorced but has a wonderful girlfriend, Rhonda that he has lived with for the last 10 years. 



He told me how one day he felt sick and went home early only to find his wife in bed with her old high school boyfriend. That's why he will not marry again and Rhonda seems OK with the arrangement.



A year after I graduated from college they offered me the job of shipping supervisor for the second shift from 4PM to midnight that I immediately agreed to take it the minute they explained the added pay and benefits. When I told Jimmy the news, he drove us straight to the Last Chance for a celebration drink after work.



When I started my first day as supervisor, who do I see on my shift but Jimmy. He said he transferred to second shift so we could stay a team. I still saw Patrice when she came in the office to start her shift as I finished mine. I would tell her about the warehouse gossip and she would tell me what happened in the outside world.



My life changed one hot Wednesday night. It had been over a hundred and humid outside since our shift started and not much cooler in the warehouse. At 10:00pm, it was still in the 90s with high humidity. I had the guys rotating so they could take a 10 minute break in the air conditioned office. After work Jimmy and I went over to the Last Chance for a couple cold ones before we went home. 



Everyone must have had the same idea because the place was full and it was the middle of the week. We got our beers and as I look for a place to sit, I see her. Barb is with a group of women and she is looking beautiful. She seemed to have changed back to the happy smiling person I first remembered. 



She looked up at me and smiled, so I walked over and asked her to dance. While we danced a few songs I tried to make conversation with her over the noise but it was impossible so she agreed to just go out Saturday night. She wrote her address and phone number down for me and said to call her around 1:00pm tomorrow to set a time and place.



We set up a date for 7:00pm Saturday for dinner and a movie. We talked for a little while about our lives since we only knew each other in passing during high school.



We had a good first date and many more after that. She finally agreed to come to my apartment after we had dated for 2 months and only made out the last 3 weeks.



We embraced as soon as the apartment door closed. The kissing heated up as I lifted her top over her head and began kissing and nibbling down her neck. I unclasped her bra and gently lowered it down her arms 'till it fell at our feet. 



I lightly cupped her breast and brushed my thumb over her nipple as I kissed and licked the other breast. When her nipples hardened and her sighs became louder, I began sucking on her nipple as I unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. 



When my fingers found her panties wet as I passed my hand between her legs, I led her to the bedroom where I finished undressing her and put her in the middle of the bed. I hurriedly undressed before sliding my head between her parted legs. 



I kissed up the inside of her left thigh and then down the right. When I did it again, I could hear the frustration in her groans. On the third time I licked from the bottom of her lips to the top causing a loud moan. I licked and sucked with abandon making sure I flicked my tongue over her clit often while I continued to pinch and pull on her nipples. 



As I heard her breathing change to short gasps, I sucked her clit into my mouth and rapidly tongued it. Barb let out a scream as she arched her back off the bed. I backed off her clit and slowly licked her lips until her breathing slowed. 



Then I pulled a condom out of the nightstand and rolled it on. Moving over her, she grasped my cock and placed it at her entrance where I slowly slid all the way in. We set a slow rhythm as we kissed and whispered the sweet words new lovers say. Our pace increased as our orgasms neared until we slammed together as we went over the top. 



I pulled out after a few minutes of afterglow bliss to remove the condom and bring back a warm washcloth and a towel. We cuddled and fell asleep only to wake up in the middle of the night for a second round of love making. Sunday morning, Barb was the one initiating the sex by straddling my morning hard on and sliding down on it. 



After that weekend, Barb spent every Saturday night at my apartment until her lease expired and she moved in with me. A year later we were married. 



It was at one of the Sunday breakfasts before we were married that I asked about Carla.



"I wondered when you were going to bring that up," said Barb with a pained look on her face. 



"She moved away a year after you graduated. She was doing drugs by then and was on probation for shoplifting. She was about to be expelled from school for absenteeism only because they didn't have solid proof she was selling drugs in school."



Barb took a sip of coffee to collect her thoughts before continuing. 



"About the same time, her mother lost her waitress job when another waitress accused her of sleeping with her husband. My parents had already forbid me from associating with Carla after I was picked up with her over the shoplifting. It was a few months after that when she moved."



"Your personality really changed around Carla," I said, "You became a totally different person, so mean and I guess you would say wild."



"With Carla," said Beth as I could feel her defenses rise, "I felt free to be anyway I wanted without regard to anyone. She showed me I could experience everything that life had to offer."



"But isn't there a price to pay eventually for your actions?" I asked.



"Carla never believed it. She believed you lived life by your own rules. There are times I believe she had the right idea."



I should have taken her words more to heart then, but I was foolishly in love and considered her just spouting phrases from a long gone bad influence. What Barb said bothered me but I soon forgot all about it.



We stayed at the apartment for 3 years and saved every dime we could. We dreamed of buying a home and having children. My old car died so we had to buy another which slowed the house buying down, but eventually we had enough for a down payment and started our search. We must have looked at over a hundred houses until we found the one we wanted at the price we could afford. 



I remember after we moved in we spent the first week having sex in every room of the house. I remember after we arrived home from work one night, I laid her on the kitchen table and pulled off her pants. I worked two fingers into her vagina as I ran my thumb over her clit until she was wet enough, dropped my pants and took her rough and fast. It was the first time I had ever done rough sex like that to Barb. She acted the wildest and had the loudest orgasm I had ever seen from her. 



We started acting like a suburban married couple and had our friends over for cookouts in the summer. She invited a few different couples from her job and I always invited Jimmy and Rhonda, plus Frank and Patrice. I enjoyed the company of both couples and I thought Barb did too.



We announced at one cookout that Barb was pregnant and we would be having a baby in the spring. Everyone congratulated us, but I notice a sadness come over Patrice. I asked her about it the following Monday. 



"I'm sorry if I damped the excitement over Barb's pregnancy, but I can never have children. Just recently, we decided to remove our name from the adoption waiting list."



I looked at her in shock as tears gathered in my eyes, "Oh Patrice! I'm so sorry to hear that. You and Frank would have been great parents."



Spring arrived and so did our daughter Becky, as cute as her mother. Barb took her maximum paid maternity leave before returning to work. My mother happily agreed to watch Becky because she was finally a grandma. Barb's mother didn't care as she was already watching grandchildren from her other two daughters.



Barb returned to work and our new routine began. Barb and I took turns feeding and changing Becky. Neither of us stopped after work for a drink like we use to. Barb would go home and fix us something to eat while I picked up Becky at Mom's. We would talk about our day and make plans for the weekend while we ate. 



One of us would clean up the kitchen while the other rocked Becky back to sleep, and then we would meet in the bedroom for some adult time, which is why our son was born a year later. Barb had just started on the pill so I had to use condoms for the first month. One night we became a little too excited in our playing and I forgot to put one on. I realized my error as we lay cuddled together.



Brandon was born that winter. I got a vasectomy to make sure no accidents were going to occur again. Even with having two children close together Barb was still a beautiful looking woman and I made sure to tell her every day. Her hips were rounder and her breasts a little bigger but I loved her more than ever. 



The next few years seemed to fly by as Becky learned to crawl and then walk and talk. Brandon was crawling and beginning his wobbly walking. Barb and I were happy with each other and the way our lives were turning out. 



The only dark cloud to come our way was the day we found out Frank had a massive heart attack at work. By the time they found him, he was dead. Patrice was devastated. Barb and I tried to spend as much time with her as we could. We finally convinced her to move back home on the other side of town with her mother. Jimmy and I worked on her house and yard until she eventually decided to sell it. 



She and Frank had bought the big old house with the thought of having a house full of children. 



When they found out Patrice was barren, they had put so much time and effort fixing up the house that they couldn't part with it. Now she couldn't even look at it without thinking about all their failed dreams. Jimmy and I packed up and moved all her furniture to a storage facility while Barb and Rhonda brought all her clothes and personal items to her mother's house. 



It took her a long time and a lot of sessions with a grief counselor before she could return to work. I would stay a few extra minutes every night talking to her, but mainly just listening as she released the pain she was feeling. Many times it was a matter of just holding her as she cried, until the sorrow passed and she began to heal. Within a year Patrice was almost her cheerful self again which was good because my hell would be starting soon.



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April 12th, it was a Friday night. I had picked up the kids at my Mom's house and brought them home. I had already laid Brandon in his bed and was carrying Becky from the car when Barb pulled in the drive. I kept walking in the house when I noticed a second car pull in. I put Becky to bed and came back down stairs.



"So you married the little pervert." I heard in a loud voice that could only belong to one person.



I saw Barb and Carla sitting at the kitchen table, Barb snickering at the comment and Carla with her classic smirk on her face. I said hello to Carla and tried to act polite hoping it was a short visit as she drove through town. 



"Carla started working at the factory this Monday," said an excited Barb "isn't it great! She moved back to town and is living with her grandmother again."

<hr pg="2" />"That's just wonderful," I replied as cheerful as I could, "it's nice seeing you again Carla. I'm going to bed Barb. Mom said the kids fell asleep at 8:00pm tonight, so they will be getting up early." I turned and went upstairs toward our bedroom.



"No wonder you married him. He is the perfect little wimp husband. So tell me are they his kids or did you find a real man to get you pregnant?" Asked a laughing Carla. "He is good at raising them for you. Does he cook, clean, and do laundry also? I just might fuck him if he would clean granny's place for me."



Both women broke out in a fit of laughter. I could hear someone take a couple bottles of beer out of the fridge.



"Their his kids," answered a chuckling Barb, "but he does cook, clean, and do laundry. He doesn't have time to clean your granny's place. Don't waste your time trying to fuck him, he isn't hung like a horse and doesn't fuck rough enough for you."



"So how do you stand it? If he doesn't fuck your brains out, why are you with him? You got a stud on the side?"



"Nothing on the side." Laughed Barb. "He is just nice and treats me well."



"So I was right," laughed Carla, "you got a wimp husband to take care of you so you can go out and fuck a real man. You know Spider and Bull are still in town. I bet they would love to have some of your sweet ass again."



"That was when we were young Carla. I'm married with kids now." Said a serious sounding Barb. "Keep your voice down. Bill's right up stairs."



"Right, wimp boy might get mad." Chuckled Carla. "Don't give me that shit about being happily married getting fucked by little dick. I remember how you used to scream as Spider fucked your brains out. You couldn't get enough."



I went to bed that night very worried when Barb never answered Carla. I don't know how late they stayed up, Barb was in bed when the kids got me up and Carla was gone.



The kids and I were playing on the floor when Barb came down stairs. She looked like they had been drinking for quite a while. When she sat at the kitchen table drinking her coffee, I refilled my cup and joined her.



"You must have stayed up late. You look pretty hung over."



"We had a lot of catching up to do. It's been over 12 years since we talked."



"I hope she isn't going to make a habit of coming around, trouble seems to follow right behind her."



Barb suddenly became defensive. "What is that suppose to mean? She's always been a good friend."



"You ended up in trouble at school because of her. Your parents forbid you from seeing her. You told me yourself, she was into drugs. Do you really need to be around a person like that Barb? You're a wife and mother now, not a teenager."



"She isn't like that anymore. She's changed a lot."



Barb's defending the bitch was making me mad. "I heard how much she changed. She called me a wimp and belittled me and all you did is laugh with her. She even questioned if I was the kid's father. At least you defended me on that. Then she tells you to go out and find a real man to fuck. I'm supposed to want a person like that to hang around my wife."



"You listened to our conversation," yelled an angry Barb, "did you lay at the top of the stairs like a sneaky little husband would? Maybe you are the wimp she claimed you were."



"I didn't have to sneak to hear her;" I yelled back, "the bitch was so loud she kept me awake. So is the truth finally coming out? You feel you married a wimp for a husband?"



Barb looked down at the table and never said a word.



"The kids and I are going to the park. I hope you can figure out what you want by the time we return."



I put the kids' jackets on and we left. We went to the park for a couple of hours and then over to my Mom's for a couple of hours more. I saw Carla's car parked in front of her Grandmother's house when we were headed home. It was a very quiet welcoming when we got home.



Barb set out plates for the kid's dinner and then went upstairs. I set them in their hi-chairs and then fix myself a plate. I let the kids play on the floor after eating while I clean up the kitchen and Barb still hadn't come down.



After I put the kids to bed, I stopped at our bedroom to see Barb.



"Are we going to talk about this problem Barb or is it going to be the silent treatment forever?"



"I talked to Carla. She said she is sorry. She saw you standing upstairs and just wanted to joke a little. You took it the wrong way."



"And you knew it was all a joke too by the way you were laughing? If so, why didn't you say so this morning? You defended her instead. I don't trust her Barb. She has a way of making you change into a totally different person, a person I saw years ago and didn't like. I fell in love with the Barb I dated and married. I don't want to see that Barb change."



"I won't change," said Barb sadly, "I'll stay away from her as much as I can. I will still run into her at work, but I will avoid going anywhere with her. OK?"



I kissed her. "I just don't want to see our family hurt by that woman. She seems to cause trouble in my life every time I see her."



When Patrice saw me Monday night she instantly knew something was wrong.



"Talk to me Bill. Something is bothering you terribly. What's wrong at home? You would have talked to Barb if it was anything else."



"Her old friend Carla returned to town and now works with Barb. The woman can change Barb into a totally different person. She did it when they were teenagers and I listened to her belittle me to Barb last Friday night and all Barb did was laugh with her. I'm afraid she is going to destroy my family."



"Barb's a smart woman," Patrice said in a soft consoling voice, "she won't let anyone break up her family, she loves you. Maybe she didn't want to have an argument with her old friend."



"Barb said she would avoid her as much as possible, but I have a bad feeling about Carla returning to this town."



"Show Barb you love her and believe in her. She will do the right thing for your family."



"I truly hope so Patrice." 



I brought the kids home and put them to bed. Barb and I drank coffee and talked about work. She was in a lot better mood than this weekend.



The next few weeks were like the pre-Carla times, with pleasant conversation and touching. We were back to making love 3-4 times a week.



She called me at work to tell me she would be late coming home. The women at work were stopping for a drink to celebrate a birthday. She planned on having one drink and then leaving.



I brought the kids home and put them to bed. I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee as I stared out at the drive. A hundred thoughts were going through my head involving Barb with Carla and none of them good. A couple of months ago, I wouldn't have given a second thought to her call. Since Carla arrived, I dread anytime she calls. 



Finally I see her turn into the drive at 12:15am on the kitchen clock. She did only stay a short time. I put my cup in the sink and went to bed before she could see me waiting downstairs. She kissed me when she climbed into bed and snuggled to me. As I fell asleep, I hoped that this was a good omen.



Two weeks later, she called to say she would be late. The women were stopping for a drink and she would be right home like before. I looked at the clock when I heard her open the front door. It was 12:45pm. She kissed me when she climbed in bed and fell asleep. So far, everything was fine. I didn't hear a word about Carla, which worried me just in the absence of hearing about her. Carla wasn't a person who quietly went away.



By the end of the month, Barb was stopping 3 times a week. She didn't call anymore and I quit calling her cell after she let the calls go to voicemail. She was coming home later and later. The next morning over coffee I had finally had enough.



"Barb what's really going on? You're out almost every night now until between 1 and 2 in the morning. I know the women you work with didn't all suddenly decide to start going out every night. Carla is talking you into stopping for a drink, isn't she?"



"No! The women usually stop every night. I just never used to stop with them. I have been stopping for a couple just to unwind. It's a little tense at work right now. The company is pushing to increase production so they are getting shitty about lunch and break times. They are even questioning us going to the washroom between breaks. I just want to relax with the gals before coming home, that's all."



"Is Carla behind this sudden change?"



"I just told you why I stop. What the hell is the matter with you Bill? I never questioned you when you and Jimmy stop to have a beer after work. Why are you suddenly on my ass now just because Carla came to town? If I have a drink with her and the girls after work, it's no skin off your ass. I told you, it is the job that is making me tense and stopping, not Carla. Why don't you just back off and stop the shit about Carla?"



Barb was beginning to irritate me.



"Because Barb, it seems to be a strange coincidence that your habits and attitude suddenly change whenever Carla is in the picture." 



"I'm worried Barb that if you're not careful around her, she is going to cause our family to fall apart. We have already argued more since you brought her home than we did all the years of our marriage." 



I took a deep breath letting my statement sink in.



"I'm just saying she has a way of making you become someone you're not, and I don't think you notice the changes in you. I am asking you to please stay away from that woman."



Instead of understanding my concern, Barb became angry. "I don't like the double standard Bill. You have trouble at work and stop for a few drinks with your friends and it is fine. I stop and suddenly I'm changing and it is all because my friend moved back into town. Maybe she just showed me how much fun you took out of my life." 



Barb looked down at her coffee before looking up at me. 



"You turned me into my mother, spend my time raising the kids and keeping house for my husband until the kids grow up and leave and then I can be old and sit around waiting to die. That's what I feel you are doing to me Bill. I'm tired of being the old housewife and mother. I want to live again, so back the fuck off Bill."



The conversation just escalated as I gripped the edge of the table and leaned toward her.



"You want to run around with Carla and live again. Don't you see you're already changing to what she wants? Next she will have you partying with her male friends like the old days, and I won't stand for it Barb. I'll divorce you if I find out your running around cheating on me."



I got up and walked away into the living room with the kids. Barb went upstairs to the bedroom. She came down an hour later dressed for work and left. Her shift didn't start for 4 hours.



I dropped the kids off at Moms a little early and drove by her parents' house. Her car was parked down the block where Carla was staying. I spent the rest of the day in a foul mood.



"Tell me what's wrong," said Patrice as she walked in the office, "the guys told me to get the cob out of your ass. You have been an asshole to work for all afternoon. What's going on at home Bill? You're not even talking to Jimmy so I know it has to be bad."



"It's Barb. She is letting that bitch change her. She's stopping at the bar almost every night and not coming home until after 1:00am. We got into an argument today about it. She said it is the stress at work that they are pushing production and tightening the rules. I don't know what to think. I told you how Carla belittled me and Barb didn't do a thing." 



I hesitated telling Patrice the rest.



"What I didn't tell you is Carla also told her that since she had a nice wimp husband to raise the kids she should find a real man that knew how to please a woman. I'm afraid that is where Carla will talk Barb into going next. I warned Barb I would divorce her if she ran around on me."



Patrice was shocked. "I'm sorry Bill. I didn't know it was becoming worse at your house. I thought everything was straightened out and going fine. If you need anything, just let me know. You know I'm here for you and so is Jimmy. Talk to him, he is really worried about you."



"Thanks Patrice. Just having someone to talk to about it helps. I thought it was straightened out too. Now all I can do is wait and see what happens. I'll talk to Jimmy in a minute. I didn't mean to ignore him; I just have too much on my mind. I'll apologize to the guys also."



I met my crew at the time clock and apologized to them for my behavior. I told them I was having trouble at home and shouldn't have taken it out on them. Just let me know if I start to do it again. The guys accepted my apology. Most were married and knew what having trouble at home was like. I asked Jimmy to stay for a couple of minutes to talk.



I told Jimmy about everything from when Barb and Carla were in High School together to how Barb has changed since Carla came back to town. Jimmy couldn't believe Barb could change like that. He said he would keep an eye out at the Last Chance and let me know. 



"Jimmy. Only tell Rhonda that Barb and I are having trouble. Please don't go into any details with her. I don't want her calling Barb and accidentally tipping her off that she is being watched."



I brought the kids home from mom's and put them to bed. I sat at the kitchen table and looked at our finances in case we split up. We had saved about $10,000 since we bought the house. It would have been more but Barb needed a new car last year so we used $5,000 to keep the payment reasonable. 



We had $2,300 in checking but the first of the month was rapidly approaching. I had a small life insurance policy worth about $1500 cash value and that was about it. My car was paid off and in my name. Barb's car was in her name but had 36 payments left on it. The credit card was paid off so I could cancel that. We each had a debit card. Other than the equity in the house, we didn't have a lot to show financially for 7 years of marriage. We had a house full of furniture, 2 kids, a lot of clothes, and some junk in the garage.



It was after 1:00am when I filed everything away and Barb wasn't home. I left the outside light on, locked up and went to bed. The kids would be up in 6 hours.



I found Barb asleep on the couch when the kids and I came down stairs. I fed them breakfast in their high chairs and made coffee. The kids went into the living room to see their Mom after breakfast. 



She just looked at them and then me before going upstairs to bed without speaking a word to any of us. I had a bad feeling things were going to get worse. I slipped the credit card out of her purse and cut it up. I phoned the card company and closed the account before cutting up my card. 



I decided to start making changes before it was too late. If I was wrong I could always move things back. I showered and got ready for work. I dressed the kids and picked up the financial papers I worked on last night. The kids and I went to the park and played until lunch time when we celebrated at Mc Donald's. I dropped them off at Mom's early explaining I had some errands to run before work. 



I stopped at the insurance agent and filled out the paperwork to surrender the policy. My next stop was the office supply store to buy a plastic file folder container and a box of file folders. Then our bank where I withdrew all but $100 out of savings requesting $2000 in cash and a cashier's check for the remainder. I opened a new bank account close to work and used my Mom's address. 



I stopped at Last Chance and had a coke before starting work. I talked to the different guys at the bar about where they worked until I found a maintenance worker at the dog food factory. 



"I heard a rumor that management over there was pushing to raise production. They said management is cracking down on lunch and break times."



He just chuckled.



"I haven't heard that rumor. The machines are all running as fast as possible for over a year now. They will have to add new lines if they want to increase production. As far a cracking down on break and lunch times, you really have to abuse the rules before they even say a word to you about it."



I was trying to hold my temper in check.



"I heard this last week from a woman who said she worked on the line. She said the gals are so stressed out they are stopping at the Last Chance every night to unwind."



He laughed before taking a drink of his beer.



"I've been coming here before and after work every weekday for the last 15 years. There are only two new gals from the factory that have been stopping in the last few months, a tall loud blonde and a short brunette. The tall blonde is always talking the brunette into staying a little longer. I don't know who the brunette's husband is, but the blonde definitely hates him. She constantly tells the brunette how he is trying to run her life and how she needs to let loose and have some real fun." 



I thanked him and left for work.



The only ones I kept informed about my home life were Jimmy and Patrice. I let them know what I found out at the Last Chance from the maintenance worker. Barb had been lying to me from the very beginning.



My home had become like a silent tomb between Barb and I. She came home after 1:00am every night during the week. Some nights she would make it to bed, but most of the time I would find her on the couch until the kids woke her up and she went to bed. 



We hardly spoke except when necessary and she didn't do much in the house and nothing with the kids anymore. I began taking the kids outside or to the park as soon as I finished the work around the house. I started leaving more of my clothes at Mom's house so I wouldn't have to return home if they got dirty before I went to work. I emptied the important papers out of the house and stored them in the trunk of my car.



The marriage shattered on a Saturday morning. Jimmy called me Friday night about midnight all worked up. 



"Bill, I'm over at the Last Chance. Barb and that Carla woman came in with two sleazy looking guys. They're drinking, dancing, and getting cozy at one of the back tables. Barb is all over this one guy they call Spider. The blonde is hanging on the other guy."



I confronted Barb when she walked in the door after 2:00am about what she was doing at the bar. 



"What the hell are you doing to this marriage Barb? I get calls from people that know us telling me you're at the Last Chance drinking, dancing, and hanging all over some guy called Spider. I was told you two did everything short of fuck on the table. 



Do you really hate me so much that this is the way you're going to be? Why don't you just tell me you want a divorce and go live with your new love?"



Barb's face became pale as she listened to my tirade. She walked out the door and drove off.



Barb returned home around 5:00pm Saturday afternoon with Carla. They sat at the kitchen table drinking tequila shots and beer that they brought with them. Barb went upstairs to shower and change as Carla watched me prepare dinner for the kids. When Barb came down, Carla got a smirk on her face.



"Hey little pervert. Barb has a few things to explain to your wimp ass so listen up."



"There will be no divorce unless I decide to get one," Barb began in the most spiteful voice I have ever heard, "If you try to divorce me, I will take the house and the kids. You will be paying alimony, child support, and the house payment." 



"You'll have to move home to Mommy because you won't make enough to live on." She said laughing, "So I suggest you quit the complaining and learn to live with the new way it is going to be. Fuck with me and I'll take everything and laugh my ass off while you pay for the next 20 years. If you don't believe me, ask a lawyer, wimp."



I couldn't speak! I just stared at the woman who used to be my wife as they both laughed at me.

<hr pg="3" />"I'll be home later, maybe," Barb exclaimed with her venom tone, "You might want to move to the other bedroom in case I decide to bring some company home with me." 



They both laughed as they had a drink before walking out and driving away.



I looked up divorce information on the internet just knowing what she said just had to be a crock of shit created by Carla to scare me and let her increase her hold on Barb. According to the Illinois Divorce site, most of what she said was true. Unless I could prove her to be an unfit mother, she would be awarded the children and probably the house to live in. I would pay child support and alimony to supplement her income to help maintain her and the kids' standard of living. 



I felt my stomach tighten into a knot as I pictured Barb acting the part of the perfect mother for the court system until the divorce was over. She would take the kids just to spite me and collect the money.



I loaded the kid's clothes in the car and my work clothes. I moved the rest of my clothes to the spare room. I would appear to admit defeat in this fight while I found out the legal things.



I brought the kids over to Mom's telling her Barb and I were arguing and I didn't want the kids involved. I called Patrice and started to explain when she told me to just come over. 



When I arrived, she was waiting at the door for me. She gave me a big hug and led me to the kitchen were the coffee was already poured and waiting.



"I called the attorney who handled the probate when Frank died. He conferenced a friend of his on the line with us that deals with family law. Barb exaggerated some but it still isn't good for you. You would pay a portion of the house payment. She would be granted custody of the kids unless you could prove her unfit which he said is very hard to do. You would pay child support until they reach 18. 



Since your job pays substantially more than hers, you would probably have to pay alimony also until she remarried or acquired a higher paying job. I explained about her ignoring the kids.; Their answer was that you and your Mother take care of them away from Barb as much as possible for a while until things settle into place for the long haul. 



He said as long as the kids are not placed in an unhealthy environment where children's services finds the kids in danger, Barb will be considered a fit parent. You would have to prove her unfit. Off the record, he recommended taking the kids and leaving the state before she knows their gone."



I broke down and cried when Patrice confirmed what I read on the internet but in greater detail. Barb would have the kids until something happened to one of the kids to deem her an unfit parent. She didn't want them, but she would take them just to make me suffer and so she could collect the money.



"So my choice is to live in the house as a humiliated man while she brings men home or kidnap my own kids to protect them. If I left the state, I would have to find a new job, and then find someone to watch the kids when I work."



"You men are blind." Said a smiling Patrice, "let me open your eyes. If I hadn't been married to Frank at the time, I would have been after you big time when you started working at the warehouse. I still have feelings for you that are more than friendship. I was jealous of Barb. First she marries you, and then she has 2 beautiful children. 



I can't have kids and lose my husband. If you feel the need to move I will move with you to whatever state you can find work in and help you raise your children but only if you are comfortable with that.. Maybe somewhere along the way, your feelings for me will develop into love for me instead of being just a friend."



I stared at Patrice as if I just saw her for the first time. 



"I have always considered you my closest friend. I never looked any deeper because you had Frank. Let's see what happens after I rectify my current problem."



"First thing," said Patrice, "Let's go into the den and see it there are any listed jobs in your specialty."



Patrice checked a couple of web sites specializing in management positions. We found four companies looking for experienced transportation supervisors. She did a great job writing my resume and sending it to each location. We used her email and my cell for contact. We also posted my resume on a couple of job search sites. 



We looked up information about the 4 locations. The cost of living would be the highest on the east and west coast and the cheapest in the south. 



We pick up the kids and the four of us enjoyed a family style restaurant on the south end of town. With no lounges in the area, I figured our chances of running into Barb were slim. I could see the change in the kids since they were away from our home for only a few hours. They seemed to love talking to Patrice almost as much as she loved being around them. We walked around the area looking in the shops forgetting at times about my shattered life. 



I drove past home before taking Patrice to her house. Barb had company and another car in the drive. I could make out her and Carla plus at least two other people sitting in the living room. I decided the kids and I would sleep at Mom's after dropping off Patrice rather than have a confrontation at home. Barb would win another one.



After I got the kids to bed, I went downstairs and talked to Mom.



"My marriage is dead Mom. Barb is running around with her old friend Carla and the men they used to go out with before we were married. Barb told me today if I try to divorce her, she will take the kids, the house, and most of my paycheck. 



Patrice talked to an attorney who told her my options were to either prove Barb an unfit mother, which he said was very difficult, or kidnap my own children and take them to another state. I am looking at jobs in other states. 



Patrice said she would move anywhere I found a job and take care of Becky and Brandon. Patrice told me she has feelings for me Mom, and the kids like her. 



I never thought of her as more than a close friend, but maybe it can turn into love if I give it half a chance."



"Son, you have to do what you think is best for your family. As far as Patrice and moving away, my advice is for you to trust your heart and follow it."



I stayed at Mom's until the afternoon before the kids and I went home. I made up my mind to be the wimp husband until I could find an out of state job and leave with the kids. Barb's car was the only one there so we went in. 



The living room and kitchen were cluttered with beer cans and snack bags were tossed around but nothing was broken. I noticed the drawers of the desk in the living room were slightly open like someone had been looking through it. I cleaned up so the kids could play in the living room while I checked the upstairs.



The kid's room was messed up like it had been searched for something hidden. The guest room that I was staying in was the same way except someone had sex in the bed judging by the wet stain and rumpled covers. I changed the sheets and looked in the master bedroom where I found Barb and Carla still sleeping. I took the sheets downstairs and started the laundry because Barb wasn't doing it anymore. 



I cleaned the kitchen and did the balance of the laundry for myself and the kids. Barb and Carla came down about 4:00pm and quietly had coffee at the kitchen table. Barb then went upstairs to shower and change while Carla had a second cup. Carla must have felt awake now and started to harass me.



"You want me to tell you what we did last night Billy?" said Carla with a sarcastic voice. "When we have real men in the house Barb and I....."



"Shut up Carla," screamed Barb from the stairs, "Let's go now."



"Wimp Billy might have loved to hear all about it." Laughed Carla as she left.



Barb drove off and didn't return until after midnight. The kids were bathed and in bed asleep. I was at the desk paying bills when Barb came in.



"Barb, can I talk to you for a minute?"



She sat on the couch and looked at me ready for an argument.



"I noticed on the bank statement last month, you quit depositing your check in the account. Any particular reason?"



"Yah, I need more money now so I just cash the check."



"How are we supposed to pay the bills then?" 



"That's your problem to figure out isn't it. You pay the bills and stay out of the way. Then I won't have to divorce you and take the kids and your check."



I looked at her as my eyes started to water." So Carla got her way. She killed the woman I loved and resurrected you. She has to be feeling really powerful now!"



"I'm living the way I want!" Barb quickly responded



I knew at that moment, my marriage was over. My priority was to protect my children, which meant to leave the state.



"One more thing, keep your friends out of the house during the weekdays so the kids can sleep at home. I'll take them to Mom's house during the weekend so you can do whatever you do now."



"I'll try to remember that." Barb answered as she went to bed.



I continued to be the wimp husband, spending as little time at home as possible. I gave three phone interviews for possible jobs in California, New Jersey, and Mississippi. Two weeks later, the Mississippi location called with a potential offer. 



They wanted me to come down on Monday to tour the facility and surrounding area. They would finalize the deal if I liked it. I called the front office and arranged for Monday thru Wednesday off. 



I called Patrice at home and explained the offer. She insisted on coming with me for the tour. Patrice came in to work a little earlier to write up her vacation request. We could both feel the excitement building as we talked about what the new company offered and what Patrice found out about Olive Branch, Mississippi on the internet. I gave her a hug and quick kiss before leaving to pick up the kids and tell Mom the news.



"Mom a company in Mississippi made me a job offer today. They want me to tour the facility Monday and finalize the deal if I like it. Patrice is coming with me to look at housing if I accept the job. Would you watch the kids for me so I don't have to take them on that long trip? Then if I take the job, do you want to move with us?"



"The kids wouldn't do well on that long of a ride. I'll watch them. If you move I'll miss you and my grandchildren, but my work and all my friends are right here. I've lived my whole life in this town, and I'm too old to change now." 



I brought the kids home and put them to bed, then showered and tried to sleep as I mentally made a list of everything I had to do in the next couple of days and in the weeks ahead. I fell asleep sometime before Barb came home because I saw her sleeping in her bed when the kids woke me up.



After the kids and I had breakfast, I started the kid's laundry and went through our financial files one more time while the kids played in the living room. I had the insurance check to cash and I wanted to take enough money out of the bank to open an account in Mississippi if I took the job and to rent an apartment. I moved every file that contained my or the kids personal information to the storage box in the trunk of the car. 



Then I loaded up a week's worth of clothes for each kid and clothes for me on the trip and at work. When the laundry was finished, I took the kids to Mom's house where we unloaded the clothes. 



"Mom, I still can't believe our marriage and whole family life fell apart in a couple of months. Short of me killing Carla, there isn't a thing I can do to stop it. I've talked to Barb repeatedly, but she is determined to do whatever Carla says regardless of the damage it is causing the family."



I left early to complete my errands before going to work. I did remember to pick up two child safety seats for Patrice's car.



The only interesting thing at work was the last half hour when Patrice came in the office. She was becoming all excited about the trip. She had looked on the internet and made us reservations in her name for 2 days in Memphis which is close to Olive Branch. We didn't want to leave any type of traceable trail now. 



I kissed Patrice and left to pick up the kids. I put the kids to bed and went down to the kitchen. Since tomorrow was Friday, the kids and I wouldn't be back until after the trip. I wrote Barb a note saying I had a 3 day conference out of town Monday thru Wednesday and the kids would be staying with my Mom. I then slid the note under the refrigerator with a small magnet lying close to it. If she complained, I would tell her I left a note and then look around and find it. 



Her friends would be in the house over the weekend and it could easily have fallen down. I don't want her to suddenly become suspicious this close to the end. I had a sandwich and a beer while I cleaned up the kitchen, and then showered and went to bed.



Friday when the kids got me up, Barb wasn't in her bed or on the couch. She evidently didn't make it home. Becky, Brandon and I had breakfast and played awhile before I cleaned up the kitchen and made a final check for anything I might have forgotten. 



We went to the park and played until lunchtime at McDonalds. I brought the kids to Mom's and left for work an hour early. I had one stop to make. I stopped at the Last Chance to see the maintenance man.



I ordered a Coke for me and another beer for him.



"Has the loud blonde been around since I last talked to you?"



"She and the little brunette are here every night right after work like clockwork. They meet a couple of men here. The guys have only been coming here maybe a little after I last saw you. They must be husbands or boyfriends the way those woman act around them."



Hearing our conversation, the bartender volunteered his information.



"They close the place down almost every night. They were making out on the hood of their car last night when I locked up and left."



I bought the two a drink and left for work. I had heard enough to know I was making the right decision.



I asked Patrice to call me at Mom's when she woke up and we could take the kids to the movie theater Saturday evening, since we would be leaving Sunday morning and I wouldn't see them for 3 days. She told me what she was bringing and how much money and I told her what I had. She moved her car out to the lot and I headed for Mom's where I showered and went to bed.



Saturday afternoon Patrice drove over to Mom's dressed for a casual family evening. She had the show times for the theater already circled in red and let the kids' pick the show, knowing it would be the new Disney show advertised on TV. We had a great time like I always pictured Barb and I doing with the kids. 



Brandon sat on my lap with Becky sitting in the seat between Patrice and I part of the time and on Patrice's lap the rest of the time. We picked up Mom after the show and all went out to a family restaurant for dinner. I could tell Mom liked Patrice and the way she took care of the kids. 



Mom smiled when she saw how Patrice and I acted like a married couple. We brought the kids home and both put them to bed. We had coffee with Mom in the living room and discussed our future. 



"Patrice, how do you feel about living with my son and raising his kids knowing you two might never be married?"



"Mrs. Henderson, I'm a widow. I've known Bill for many years and always considered him a good father and husband. I am not ashamed to say if I hadn't been married at the time, I would have gone after him.



I can't have children of my own, but would feel proud to raise Becky and Brandon as if they were mine. As far as getting married, I would love it, but if it never happens, I can live with that as long as Bill cares about me and treats me well."



"Patrice from now on, please call me Mom and I will consider you my new daughter-in-law. You two better get to bed if you're going to leave early tomorrow morning."



With those words of wisdom, Patrice and I went up to my room. We both felt a little awkward showering and coming to bed, but we finally hugged and kissed a little before cuddling and going to sleep. 



The alarm went off at 6am. We dressed and carried my luggage to my car, and then I followed Patrice to her house where we loaded her luggage and personal items. Picking up two cups of coffee at the drive thru, we set off on our 9 hour trip to Memphis. 



We made a few stops on the way for gas, and to stretch our legs. We had lunch at a Cracker Barrel after 5 hours on the road. We pulled in to the Memphis Holiday Inn about 5:30pm. 



Patrice registered us and put the room on her credit card. We unloaded the clothes and laid down for an hour before going to dinner. The clerk gave us directions to one of their famous BBQ restaurants. 



Afterwards we drove around the old downtown until dusk when we parked at the pier to take a ride on a paddle wheel and admire the river and the skyline. We acted like newlyweds as we cruised the river hugging and kissing. The sexual tension was building as we docked and walked hand in hand back to the car for the trip to our room. 



I requested a 7:00am wakeup call and then watched the news while Patrice showered and prepared for bed. She stepped out of the bathroom looking beautiful wearing a towel and a smile. I hurriedly shaved, showered, and the rest of my nightly routine before walking out with my own towel and smile. 



Patrice lay under the covers watching me with nervous anticipation as I slid under the covers and dropped my towel on the foot of the bed next to hers. We lay side by side kissing as our hands explored one another for the first time. Her fingers lightly stroked my neck and shoulders and I kissed and licked one breast while my hand gently massaged the other until her nipples hardened. 



I continued lavishing attention on her breasts as my hand slowly moved down her abdomen and gently stroked between her legs. Her legs parted so I could run my finger up and down parting her outer lips. Her sounds of excitement were becoming louder when I slid first one and then a second finger into her opening and began moving them in a gently rhythm trying to rub her G spot. 



I began moving the covers off Patrice as my lips began their movement down her stomach in search of her protruding clit. Patrice's moans were increasing as she anticipated what was about to happen. She whimpered as her first orgasm overtook her when my tongue flicked over her clit. 



I pinched her nipple while sucking her clit to send her second orgasm rippling through her body. When I positioned myself between her spread legs and slid my throbbing cock completely into her soaked tunnel she wrapped her legs around my waist. We started a slow rhythm as we kissed. She locked her legs behind my hips pulling me in harder and faster.



"Hard and fast Bill," gasped Patrice, "I need it now!"



I started stroking as hard and fast as I could as my full balls began sending its four month supply through my cock. I kept stroking until she wrapped her arms and legs around me holding me tight as we both gasped for breath.



"I'm sorry if I hurt you," said Patrice as she saw the scratches on my arms and shoulders. "It's been over a year since I have been made love to and a lifetime since anyone performed oral on me. Frank liked to receive oral but would never give it. Thank you for that experience."



"You are more than welcome and expect many more," I said smiling, "I love giving you oral pleasure and am always happy to receive it. It has been over 4 months since I have made love to a woman, and didn't realize how much I missed it until now."



I cleaned up in the bathroom and then brought a warm washcloth to Patrice and handed her one of the towels. We slept for a few hours before I excited her with my fingers enough to slide my cock into her and use slow long strokes to give us both a pleasant gentle orgasm. 

<hr pg="4" />We were still clutched together when the wake- up call came. We tried showering together for the first time, laughing and kissing like a young couple. We dressed and had breakfast at the motel restaurant before heading off for Olive Branch and our meeting. 



I overestimated the time to find the warehouse, so we drove through the different sections of the town for over an hour before returning for our appointment. We both liked what we had seen so far of the town.



Patrice sat in the waiting area while my future boss, Henry Westerman and I answered each other's questions for about an hour in his office. When Henry and I returned to the waiting area I saw my bubbly Patrice had a group of women from the office engaged in lively conversation about housing, schools, shopping, and entertainment in the surrounding area. 



Patrice gave me a raised eyebrow look when I introduced her to Henry as my wife. Henry excused himself saying he would see me soon. He told the ladies to take whatever time they needed to answer the questions of the new 3rd shift supervisor. 



After the congratulations, they began a serious discussion of the apartment complexes we would be interested in when I told them I wanted to live in the area a little while before buying a house. They also told us of the restaurants to try on this visit. 



"Why did you introduce me as your wife?" asked Patrice when we returned to the car.



"I get full family benefits," I said with a serious look, "that includes medical and dental for my whole family. When we move here, everyone will assume you are my wife. When I fill out the paperwork I plan on listing you as my spouse with our children Becky and Brandon. Because you are willing to leave your job and home for my kids and me, you are in every sense my wife and mother of the children. If Barb ever divorces me Patrice, you will be my wife."



Patrice pulled me to her for a smoldering open mouth kiss for that explanation. She started holding on to my arm, and treating me like a husband. 



We looked at all the apartment complexes the ladies mentioned before sitting down for a late lunch and making a decision.



"By the way," I said as I just thought of it, "You have to give your two weeks' notice when we return home unless you want everyone to know we are quitting together. I told them I needed to give my employer a month notice so they could find a replacement. I start the first full week in September. I am giving them my notice in a week. We can hopefully come up with a couple of convincing reasons for leaving."



"I'm telling them," said a smiling Patrice, "that the man I have been seeing and spent this vacation with has asked me to move in with him,"



"I'll tell them the truth, that another company offered me more money and a better benefit package with a guarantee of a promotion within 5 years."



We decided on checking out the complex on the east side of town. It had a park nearby and a grade school 2 blocks away. Shopping and dining was within walking distance.



While I looked at the pool and laundry facilities at the complex, Patrice wandered over to the park and struck up a conversation with the mothers watching their kids play. 



"Let's go to the office and ask to see a 3 bedroom unit," Patrice said excitedly, "This complex is mainly young families. The ladies I talked to are all from here and told me they love it. They even invited me to join them at the park when we move in. All the people are so friendly around here; I love this area already."



The office manager showed us a floor plan of the three bedroom unit but wouldn't have one available until February 1st. He did show us the two bedroom unit that was right next door. He would rent us the two bedroom unit until the three became available and then rewrite the lease. 



We told him we would take the deal if we could have the apartment beginning the last week of August. He wrote the lease to start September 1st and said we could have the week in August free since we were willing to wait on the three bedrooms. I paid the rent and deposit. 



Patrice and I returned to the apartment so we could measure for curtains and shades. I caused her to break out laughing when I did the gallant part and carried her over the threshold. We wrote the window measurements on the floor plan they gave us along with the measurements of each wall because I didn't want to haul furniture for 9 hours only to find out it didn't fit. 



We returned the managers key and tape measure and took a walk to the shopping area where Patrice had earlier spotted a branch bank.



The lady in new accounts had us set up with a joint checking, savings, debit cards, and online banking in under an hour. She questioned why Patrice's name was the only one on the accounts until I explained we were just married two days ago and were trying to combine our banking and move at the same time. The lady just bubbled over with congratulations and gave us 2 packets of discount tickets to stores and restaurants for being newlyweds and new to the area. She gave me directions when I asked about the chamber of commerce.



We picked up a local street guide and some promo literature for the different local merchants at the chamber of commerce. They were more than happy to recommend a nice little restaurant that featured local down home cooking. We looked around the town for the next couple of hours trying to acclimate ourselves to our future home. 



Patrice insisted we look through the grocery store to check prices and variety against what she was used to back home. It must have been OK because she smiled a lot more than she frowned. We tried the local restaurant and had to agree with the recommendation it received. We returned to the motel but only after we stopped at a liquor store for a bottle of white wine that Patrice insisted on.



I learned that Patrice becomes very playful after a couple of glasses of wine. We were on the bed with our backs against the headboard, Patrice in an oversize tee shirt and me in a pair of boxers. We were drinking wine and discussing what we had to do in the coming weeks, when Patrice reaches in my boxers and starts stroking me. 



We both set down our glasses and laid on the bed as she continued stroking me while I began sliding my fingers through her soft wet lower lips. She slid down the bed and began showing me her oral talents as she took my cock in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head. She continued a combination of sucking and licking until I felt like I would explode. 



I convinced her to swing around into a 69 position with her on top and began licking up and down her lips paying special attention to her clit. Soon she was moaning on my cock which made me all the more excited causing me to suck on her clit as I pulled on her nipples. She screamed with a mouth full of cock and clamped my head between her thighs as she drenched my face with her orgasm. 



The moment she calmed down enough to start serious sucking again, I blew a major load down her throat. We laid there for the longest time recovering before she spun around and we just held each other. 



Later we made love in the middle of the night knowing we would be leaving early in the morning and wouldn't be together until the weekend.



We only played a little in the shower since we wanted to be home by evening. I loaded the car while Patrice checked us out. We had a quick breakfast in the restaurant and then started home only stopping for gas and a sandwich for lunch. 



I carried Patrice's luggage into her house and kissed her goodbye before continuing to Mom's house. Becky and Brandon were excited to see me. I gave each a small present like I always did when I had to travel. When they went out to play I explained my new job and the apartment to Mom. 



I could see the sadness in her eyes as she tried to smile and tell me how happy she was for me. I knew she was going to miss her grandchildren. I tried to cheer her by telling her she could come stay for a couple of weeks and we could show her the area. She might want to move there after she saw how beautiful it was and how friendly the people were. She smiled and agreed but I doubted she would ever leave this house. 



Later Patrice stopped over all excited because she had driven to work and submitted her resignation. She and Mom talked while I took the kids to the drive thru for dinner. When we returned, there were smiles and tears on both of them, but they would only say they had a very emotional talk.



I put the kids to bed, then Mom, Patrice and I had a serious talk about what would be happening over the next 3 weeks.



"Mom I'll be using your house as my final address for my old company to send any final paperwork after I leave. Here's our new address. Please put any mail I receive in a big envelope and mail it to me. 



Barb will most likely come here looking for me and the kids once she realizes I'm not paying the bills. If Barb asks, tell her I moved to Arizona with the kids. That's what I will be telling the people at work. 



Patrice is telling them she is moving to Ohio for her new man. Over the next few weeks, Patrice and I have to measure her furniture in the storage locker to see what we are bringing. I don't want to take anything from home. That would let Barb know that I was moving and she would come for the kids. 



My idea is to leave our furniture untouched, so she will be unaware until it is too late. We have to buy what we don't have but will need immediately. We also have to close out our bank accounts before leaving."



Patrice left for home. I showered and went to bed happy but exhausted.



I had to continue to play the wimp for a few more weeks, and then the house could crumble around her for all I cared. 



The kids and I were eating breakfast when I noticed Barb's car wasn't in the drive, and she wasn't in her bed when I checked. I mowed the lawn while the kids played on the deck. Then I loaded the bagged extra clothes for the kids and me in the car before seating the kids and locking up the house. 



When I brought the kids inside Mom's, I found her and Patrice in serious conversation about something that involved writing a list. The kids broke the serious atmosphere when they ran laughing to the two women and climbed up next to them on the chairs. I looked at the notebook that consisted of lists for furniture, kitchenware, clothing, important papers, and anything else the two ladies thought we might need. 



I brought the clothes and the file container inside, setting the clothes in the bedrooms and the container on the kitchen table.



Saturday we went to the storage facility and measured furniture and made a list. We loaded some boxes in the car to bring to Patrice's moms and tossed out a lot of unnecessary things. Patrice would get a quote for transporting the furniture and her car to our new apartment. We would bring one of the cribs for three year old Brandon and let Becky as a four year old start sleeping in a big bed. 



It stayed uneventful at the house. The kids and I were gone on the weekends and Barb only came home half the time during the week, even then we were gone before she woke up. 



Friday night brought a tearful farewell to Patrice from my second shift guys. They wished her well but would miss her. Jimmy was taking it especially hard as his friends were leaving. Jim and I started into the Last Chance when I spotted Barb and Carla sitting at a table with the two men I had been hearing about. 



I remember them from high school as the troublemakers about 3 years older than me. I could already see the change in Barb's appearance since Carla. She looked aged from this lifestyle. I backed up and told Jimmy we would go to the Roundhouse instead.



The Roundhouse lounge was a mile down the road and frequented by the people from the hospital. Jimmy and I got a beer and sat at a table.



"I need a big favor from you next Friday night Jimmy," I said with a serious look on my face," I know the guys will want to go out for a drink after my last shift. I need you to make everyone come here."



I saw by the questioning look on his face that he didn't understand.



"If they go to the Last Chance and say anything about me leaving, either Barb or Carla may be there to overhear or someone that they know will repeat it to them. I will still have a week in this town before we move. I don't need those two trying to stop me."



"No problem Bill. I'll arrange the whole thing with the guys as a surprise send off party for you. Just remember to play your part."



The kids and I had dinner Saturday night at Patrice's mom's house. I had met her a few times at Patrice and Frank's house, but now it was my turn for a mother's serious questions while the kids were elsewhere. She asked about the same ones as Mom asked Patrice and I answered just as straight and truthfully including telling her I was in love with her daughter and would marry her the minute I was free. 



That brought a smile from Patrice and an approving nod from her mother. Patrice, the kids, and I returned to mom's house for the night. Patrice put the kids to bed while I showered. She and I snuggled in bed and fell asleep, but managed to sneak in a little tender loving in the middle of the night.



When the kids woke up in the morning I put them in bed with us. They acted as if it was perfectly normal for her to be in my bed and by the smile on Patrice's face, she enjoyed their acceptance. I wasn't concerned about their mother finding out since they wouldn't see her before we left.



We took both the grandmas with us to the park. Patrice and I thought it would be a good idea if the two ladies became better acquainted with each other and the kids since we would be leaving soon. I picked up lunch for everyone and we ate under the trees then let the kids play until they were exhausted. We dropped off Patrice's mom and then brought in and bathed two very sleepy kids before bed. 



Patrice and I went to bed early. Patrice learned to put a pillow over her face when I gave her a great orgasm performing oral sex on her. She wishes she had known the pleasure of oral sex many years ago.



Patrice made breakfast for Becky and Brandon while I checked on my house. The house looked abandoned when I pulled in the drive, but smelled like a brewery when I unlocked the door. I did a quick search of the house but found no one present. 



They had used the place since I was gone because I filled 4 large garbage bags with trash, bottles, and cans. I did find my note still under the fridge when I cleaned the kitchen. I was going to skip changing the sheets and just live at Mom's place until I left, but decided to keep up the front to avoid any suspicion. I washed the kids and my sheets while I checked the mail and cleaned the kitchen. I paid the necessary bills to keep my cover as a wimp husband intact. I finished my work and was back to Mom's in time to go with Patrice to meet the estimator for the moving company.



It took the guy about an hour to go through everything before quoting us a price to move all her furniture and Patrice's car to Olive Branch and unload it to the 2nd floor apartment. She agreed and signed the papers. She paid the deposit and he guaranteed pickup on the Thursday we requested. 



We returned to Mom's for lunch and then took the kids to the park until I had to leave for work. Patrice was going to stay with Becky and Brandon at mom's from now on so they could bond before the move. The kids rarely seemed to miss Barb during these last 4 months. When the few questions came I was able explain superficially that hopefully she and things would change for the better soon.



The time flew by as we prepared for the move plus kept the kids occupied. Before I knew it Friday arrived and I was signing my final papers and collecting my check. Tonight would be my last shift.



Jimmy and I walked into the Roundhouse to a group of cheering dock workers. I believe I performed my surprised act perfectly. I shook many hands and was slapped on the back many times before I pulled Jimmy outside and asked him to see me next Tuesday at Mom's. Later I slipped away and returned to my family.



Mom saw me looking in on my sleeping children and smiled. 



"Patrice is a natural at raising children. She's becoming more confident in handling them now that are coming to her for attention."



It was becoming very comforting to climb into bed after showering and snuggle up to her at night. After the last few months, I could feel the tension leave my body as soon as I wrapped her in my arms. In a matter of minutes, I was gone to the world.



The weekend was spent giving the grandparents and the kids as much time together as possible. Next weekend we would be at our new home.



I did my Monday check of the house. I found Barb asleep in the bed but her car and everyone else were gone. I cleaned up the first floor like a good wimp soon to be gone husband and paid a necessary bill before taking off.



Tuesday, Patrice and I had lunch with Jimmy and Rhonda for the last time. I gave Jimmy our address in Olive Branch and promised to call with the phone number. He said he would keep an eye on Barb.



I am not ashamed to admit that some tears were shed when we said goodbye. They promised to visit on vacation and we promised to stay in touch.



I checked on the house Wednesday morning and found Barb asleep upstairs. I picked up in the kids and guest bedrooms before checking on Barb. She was sleeping on the bed in what looked like two day old clothes. She looked like she hadn't eaten well in quite a while as her cheeks seemed sunken in. It smelled like the room hadn't been cleaned since I left it months ago. I picked up downstairs and set out the garbage. I checked for bills and left for the last time.



Patrice and I spent the day packing luggage for each of us, and taking the rest of the clothes and one of the cribs from mom's to the storage locker for tomorrow's pickup. We took the kids out to play in the park while we double checked our lists to make sure we covered everything. After wearing Becky and Brandon out, we fed and bathed them before placing them in our bed for the night.



Thursday morning Patrice and I drove both cars to the storage facility and unlocked it. The truck arrived on schedule with a three man crew that packed and loaded everything in 3 hours. They secured Patrice's car to the trailer and left. We stopped at the office to cancel the locker and left for home to pick up the kids and say our goodbyes.



When were returned home both moms were in the living room with the kids. As soon as we walked in, I saw tears start forming in the ladies' eyes knowing it was the last time they would see the grandkids for a long while. A lot of hugs and tears later, we had the kids secured in back and we were on our way to a new life.



The trip was tiring and by the time we stopped at a motel in Memphis, we had two cranky kids to deal with. A swim in the pool and a happy meal put Becky and Brandon in a better mood. A later ride on the paddle wheel had us carrying two sleepy kids to the car and off to bed in the motel.



An early breakfast and a quick check out put us on our way to Olive Branch to meet the movers at our new home. Things went well with the movers arriving later than expected, but we still got moved in before sunset. By the end of the week, we were settled in and enjoying our new life.



For a long time after we left I questioned my running instead of putting up a fight like some would say a real man would have, but I always came to the same conclusion. The safety and welfare of my children is of far higher importance than me worrying if I am viewed as less of a man for not standing up to Barb.



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Epilogue



Barb eventually came looking for us when the bank called her about delinquent mortgage payment and the bills began to pile up. Mom and Jimmy both said she was storming mad to hear I moved to Arizona with the kids.

<hr pg="5" />Mom said the police came by asking where I lived. She told them somewhere in Arizona but did not have an address. They never came back.



One day Mom called to say she received a paper from an attorney's office for dissolution of marriage notification. The note with it said to please forward to me. Mom sent it and I took it to an attorney in Memphis. He said I was being divorced for desertion. Barb was awarded the house and all other property. He had a puzzled look on his face when I started smiling and cheering.



Patrice and I were married the same week the divorce was finalized. Becky and Brandon thought the wedding was OK, but loved the honeymoon at Disneyworld.



Jimmy called to say Rhonda and him were getting married. He said he still sees Barb and Carla in the Last Chance. He said I would hardly recognize Barb. He also saw a for sale sign on my old house. The place looked like a dump.



It had been 5 years since we ran from Illinois when I got the call. 



"Bill, It's Jimmy. I'm calling to tell you Barb died last night. She and Carla were riding with those two guys, Spider and somebody, late last night. They drove around a railroad gate after the train passed and into the path of an express coming from the opposite direction. There were no survivors. The story says the police still smelled alcohol in the car. Sorry, but I thought you would want to know." 



So Barb got her wish, to live free and make her own rules. 



She also got her other wish, not to grow old like her mother.



Her End and Our Beginning

