Caught In Neighbour’s Arms, My Revenge Burned Her House!

Deal. There was a pause and Charlie switched topics. John, this whole affair Saturday night was bizarre. The arson investigator talked with me. I think his name was Jimmy or something like that.

Saturday night was no accident, was it?

Were you behind it all? I thought for a minute. There was no longer any legal threat from Jimmy. Charlie was now an ally in the pending divorce wars. Why not? So, I laid out the events in detail, which elicited hoots of laughter in places. It felt good to share the tale with someone. There is no fun in pulling off a tough operation and not being able to brag about it afterward.

To brag to an admiring pretty woman just makes it that much better. When I got to the parts about Bev and Ted’s histories of infidelity, Charlie was incredulous.

He was screwing Bev’s mom to get promotions. Amazing, but typical, I guess. Bev’s mom and grandmother were screwing around, too. I know both of them. Well, at least I thought I did.

Bev’s mom gave Bev advice on how to commit adultery. I just can’t believe it. When I told Charlie about Ted screwing Bev on their wedding day, Charlie erupted. The part you didn’t know was Bev was my maid of honor. Damn her soul to hell. Our therapeutic session had done us both good and bullied our spirits. It was a cathartic experience and we forged a new friendship as we shared our woes. We also had consumed the whole bottle of wine which probably didn’t hurt either.

The phone rang. Bev, no doubt, I said with a grimace. Charlie replied, she won’t stop. Might as well deal with her now as later. I picked up the phone and put it on speaker so my new divorce ally could hear. I said neutrally, “Hello, John. I have been desperate to find you.

I will be right over. We need to talk, sweetie.” Bev, there is nothing to talk about. Don’t come over. Look, John, I can explain. I have a lot to answer for, honey. Bev, you are a cheat. Why continue the farce? We are done. Charlie gave me a thumbs up. Look, John, please.

I know you are mad. Bev cooed in a placating voice, and you have every right to be mad. I will make it up to you. Let me come over and explain. We’ll go to counseling. We can make this work.

No, I am seeing a lawyer tomorrow. We are finished. You go your way and I’ll go mine. No recriminations. Since weedling and pleading hadn’t worked, Bev switched gears as smoothly as a Porsche pulling into the passing lane. She went on the offensive. All right, you pathetic excuse for a man daddy will represent me. He’s the best lawyer in the state and he’ll completely destroy your lawyer. I calmly replied, “Your father is a very good lawyer. However, does he know about your mom’s long history of adultery? Your mom and Ted, for instance?” There was dead silence on the phone for maybe 30 seconds. “You bugged our home,” she screeched. “No, I did not bug the house.” “There is no other way, you!” It dawned on her now.

You sneaky eavesdropper. You were in the house listening to us. You set this whole thing up. You You pathetic man.

How dare you? She gasped with realization. You threw my panties on the chandelier. I know I left them on the end table. I had to walk naked wrapped in a blanket in front of those snickering firemen with my panties dangling over their heads. Damn you’re sorry, soul. You humiliated me in front of the whole town. I replied calmly, “No, Bev, you humiliated yourself in front of the whole town. You and Ted even made the morning TV news. I hear the fight went out of her. I held the winning hand and was not blinking.” She said, “Have your lawyer contact Daddy.

At least we can be civilized about this.” Then she hung up. Then Charlie said wistfully, “Wow, I hope Ted is as reasonable. I am sure he won’t be. Of course, I will be taking him to the cleaners.” Well, I need to get home. My mom is coming over to see how I am doing. How are you doing? I asked.

Better, much better. Thanks for talking with me. I walked Charlie to the door and opened it for her. She turned, stood up on her toes, and kissed me slowly at first and more intimately as I returned her kiss. She broke the kiss finally and said, “We have wanted to do that since I first met you. Want to come over for supper tomorrow night?” “Certainly,” I replied. How many times do you guess they screwed each other? Charlie asked.

I don’t really know. A lot from the way they were talking. Well, then I guess we better get started tomorrow night evening, the score. Come prepared to work for your supper. With that, Charlie walked to her car with that sassy sache that only women can do. And that’s the end of today’s story.