Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Letting Me Fuck Her:>Ep2

For the next four days I paid cash as I went. I had canceled all our credit cards and I wasn't leaving a paper trail. The biggest portion of my money was now safely tucked away in an offshore account with the help of my broker. I had a system set up with my him to arrange a transfer of funds when necessary. I had enough cash, which I hid in the SUV, to last for awhile.

The nights alone in the motels were the worst. For the last week I had been too busy putting my plan into action to really give much thought about what had happened to me personally. I had loved Janice. I wouldn't have married her if I hadn't. I played the what if scenarios through my mind, but in the end I decided that there wasn't much I could have done different. Even if I had known her old boyfriend had returned I don't think I could have kept them apart. I reached two conclusions. The first is that I don't think she really ever loved me. I was just a meal ticket. The second one was that it was my fault for being stupid enough to marry her.

It was my fifth day away from home and I was sitting in a mom and pop diner in a small town in Montana. I was thinking about what my loving wife was doing, as surely by now she had found out that all her credit cards were canceled and our bank account had no money in it. My thoughts were interrupted by an older couple sitting at the next table over. Even though they were talking quietly I could overhear their words.

The man was telling the woman, who was obviously his wife, that he sure wished he could take on another hand. The problem was that until the current calves were ready for market they couldn't afford to hire anyone. Even then there wasn't anyone willing to work for what they could pay.

tell that he was born with dark hair. His wife was a striking red haired

bite of my meal and stood up and

eavesdropping on your conversation but maybe

that. If you heard what we were talking about you know that I can't pay you anything." "How about if I

us he spun around. I gauged him to be about my height of six foot. His shoulders were broad and it didn't look to be an

you. Are you part of that Wilson bunch," he spat

anything about any Wilsons. Four days ago I was living in Texas and I just arrived here this morning. I just

to pay you. What's in it

about my slut whore of a wife who wanted to take me to the cleaners and how I could use