Cheating Wife Caught, Husband Beats The Lover To A Pulp! 

I watch his anger rising again. I note earlier I had missed the reening of his ears as the first sign of his displeasure the first time I had goated him. Have you any way to substantiate this?

Yes, I replied. If he could have gotten away with it, I swear he would have punched me. Instead, he asks, forcing the words out. Why didn’t you say this beforehand? Why didn’t you ask? I think a full 2 minutes pass before he speaks again. What proof? Has he still got his private parts? What? The officer asked.

Has he still got his private parts? I would have thought that is an easy question to answer. A straightforward yes or no. Now look here. He started to drift away. What’s wrong? Question too difficult for you? I’ll try to make it easier for you. If I had known that I was married to a deceitful cheating woman and she was found with some jerk, I would have chucked the cheating woman out and castrated said jerk. Therefore, if he still has his private parts, it wasn’t me. Mr. Dugan, I don’t think you are taking this seriously.

Christ, maybe you’re not as stupid as you look. I grin and pretend to be shocked. I will ask you again. Have you any proof you were not there? Not on me, but if we go back to my van, I can prove where I was at half 7. And what good would that do? He asked. I just sit and shrug. He looks at me in a way that makes me think he is trying to stare me into submission. The thought makes me laugh and he snaps at me. What is this proof? Oh, maybe just a signed, dated, and timed proof of delivery stating I was in Newcastle at half 7ish. Will that do? I replied. I try not to grin as I watch him trying to work out the time necessary to drive the 252 mi. I fail.

In fact, I laugh again when he starts counting on his fingers. His ears are glowing red enough that if he was standing on the side of a road, the traffic would stop. Finally, he says triumphantly.

What’s that? About 200 m, mostly dual carriageways and motorways. If you put your foot down, you could have done it no problem. No, no, mie. That don’t give you an alibi.

It must all add up then, mustn’t it? I smile and raise my eyebrows at him several times, taunting him further.