February Sucks - Jim's had Enough - Sex Stories

February Sucks - Jim's had Enough

... Judge!" Yeah, her dad's a Judge. Superior court type. Thinks he's a big shot.

"I suggest you turn on Channel 8, or probably any of the other network stations. Your daughter, the slut, is on the news. Eat shit and die, fucker!!"

Boy, that felt good.

Ginny was looking at me, from the front passenger seat. She was thinking. Then,

"You are really screwed up right now, aren't you? That was your father-in-law, and you told him off, letting him know his daughter is a slut and she is about to be exposed to the world. She really did a number on you, didn't she??"

I shuddered and pulled into myself, feeling like the world had finally imploded.

"Yeah, and my kids, my extended family, my career, my reputation, my ego, you name it, I'm screwed. Women always come out on top in a divorce." I felt exhausted. It finally hit me. I was screwed.

She looked at me.

"Maybe not. We'll see."

That last one was a brush back. One ball, two strikes. Unfortunately, he plays football, not baseball. But Karma was about to take a hand.

My phone rang as we rolled towards Illinois. I looked at the id on the screen and perked up a bit.

"Hey, LW, how you doin'?", I said in my best Jersey knock-off. I could hear the grin on the other end.

"Jim, your dad filled me in on what happened, mostly, and I've been watching the news. That little reporter on Channel 8 is cute. How are you holding up son?"

Ginny spewed coffee all over and she started to laugh. I blushed.

No, ...

... really, I blushed.

"UH, LW I'm on my way to Marc's house in Illinois with the Channel 8 news crew-including Ginny Lewandowski, and possibly the FBI, and the State police. From two states, I believe."

I could hear the amusement in LW's voice.

"Really? Well, that should be interesting. O.K., let's talk business. I've got the papers drawn up for various lawsuits and your divorce. Sorry, son, but I figure it's the best route. But you should wait till the confrontation plays out, especially if law enforcement is involved. I'll meet you there. I know where the shithead lives, and my chopper will make quick work of getting us there. Feel free to talk to anyone about the events of tonight, laying the blame on you-know-who. Just don't let on that Linda is a willing participant. That will be an ace in the hole for us in court, and will make you look good."

"I'll try, LW, but I don't know if I can pull it off."

"Get Ginny to help you. This story has national notoriety written all over it, and it will look good for her bio when she moves to the big leagues in New York, or Los Angeles.

"Won't it, Ms. Lewandowski?"

Ginny was stunned. She had no idea that the man I was talking to knew anything about her ambitions. But he had hit it right on the head. Who the hell was he?

"UHH, Yes sir, it would. I'll keep a tight rain on him, sir. Count on it," she said.

"And Jim, mention your kids every chance you get. Tears would help, if you can," added LW smirking at the ...