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The Stories...
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Love Stinks. Sometimes we get dumped.
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007 the hard way
by Coast
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My wife (now ex) began behaving strangely a few years ago. After 17 years and four kids, now she decided that staying out all night is a good thing. I expressed my concerns, but she said, "You are just imagining things, your brain is working overtime". Now that wouldn’t offend most men, but having two brothers with mental disorders made the comment particularly hurtful.
We had plans to go with her brother and his girlfriend to a casino on the weekend. She suggested I go check it out ahead of time and do some gambling to raise a comp for the dinner to which we would treat them. I reminded her that the kids needed a ride home around 9. She said she could get a break from work and pick them up.
Hmmm. She knows I'd never turn down a chance to go gambling. But what was she up to tonight?
My suspicion got the better of me so I decided to forgo the junket to follow her instead.
I recently had tried to follow her after work but she was too elusive. This time I needed a better method.
I walked to where she worked and secretly hid in the trunk of her car around 8.
You can imagine a trunk is not the most comfortable place in the world. However, it is interesting to try to understand what is going on outside without being able to see.
At 9, someone came out and started the car, but it wasn't my wife. She got a girlfriend to use her car to pick up the kids. On the return trip, my son got out at a traffic light because they thought the trunk was open. It was, because I didn't want to be locked in. He tried to open it but I held it down.
She dropped the kids off at home and returned to work. It seemed like everyone had left the parking lot by 10. Where was she? I had to go pee!
Finally at 11:15 I heard someone coming. It was actually two people. They got into the car. I heard my wife say "So where are we going?” The guy in the passenger seat said, "you're the driver."
She took off "like a bat out of the bat cave". I was tossed around like the laundry. Eventually the car stopped and they got out. When all was quiet I cracked open the trunk and realized that they were at a quiet local bar. What to do? Just wait?
Two painful hours later they emerged, a little inebriated. He was reminding her of something suggestive she had said to him earlier in the week as they got back into the car and headed out.
By now I was getting the feel for guessing where we were headed.. She was driving like she was trying to lose a tail. Eventually I presumed we were nearing our home as the car slowed. She obviously saw that my car was not there and then sped up rapidly. Of course I had parked my car elsewhere.
A minute later I recognized that they had stopped in a nearby secluded lot. I heard him ask, “where’s your husband?” She replied, “I don’t know.” With that, the sound of another vehicle caused her to restart and spin gravel out of there.
It was hell bouncing around in the trunk as she was driving recklessly in her drunkenness, but where could I go? Finally, after what seemed like forever, they stopped on some back road. I heard them get out and both talked about needing to pee. Upon completion of their task, they returned to the car and I heard the seatbacks recline. I heard some moaning and whispering. All of a sudden I lost grip of the trunk lid and it opened.
I heard her say, “Am I more trouble than good.” She must have thought she pushed the trunk release while they were jockeying for position. I couldn’t stand it any longer and got out of the trunk. It is somewhat of a blur now, but I think I asked them what the F*** they were doing.
Totally shocked and bewildered at my entrance, they locked the doors and started to spin gravel. I jumped back into the trunk, not wanting to be left in the middle of nowhere on a cold March night. She sped away as I watched from behind trying to figure out who the asshole
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