Betrayed Husbands Anonymous Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

Betrayed Husbands Anonymous Ch. 03

... receipt - proof of the effort. I was to be a part of a diversion. I smiled.

Almost immediately Chuck smiled. He saw I got it. There now was no need for a conversation denying he knew anything about how Wellborn, Jr. intended to take care of Mason. "You are honest and smart. I haven't always had the advantage of collaborating with people like you. I can count on you to be who you are."

Good. He is affirming that I am innocently working on a legal form of revenge, which will make it obvious to anyone investigating some future foul play, that the foul play did not originate here. "Thanks, you can count on me. You know that."

So, I am back to Bridget's statement, I don't really know anything. Willful ignorance is just the same as ignorance - if I only believed that.

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The work with Williams took on a different tone. Before, he wanted revenge. Now he needed revenge. Mason's comeuppance was not just a requirement; it was something he required to save his soul.

We hired another accountant and were digging into the same data which we knew led nowhere. Williams was demanding we look at everything again and simultaneously not all that interested. I don't understand revenge.

Bridget can help me understand. We planned a quiet dinner at her place.

I used my key, called out as I entered, she answered from her bedroom. I'd have followed her voice, but Judy appeared. "Hi." She said with no real enthusiasm.

"And a good evening to you." She nearly scowled. I ...

... sat on the couch and motioned for her to sit with me. I was pleasantly surprised when she did.

"Good evening to you is not a very good way to say hi, to a woman your age, is it?"

That got a big smile, "A woman? Not a girl?"

"Well, that's the thing, isn't it. You are right in between. Sometimes I'll bet you like to be a girl, but right now you look like a woman to me."

Judy had her back to the hallway to the bedrooms, facing me. She didn't see her mother smiling at us. Bridget backed up, giving her daughter and me a chance to bond.

"You know, Mom is a lot different now. Since you are coming around."

"Different how?"

"At first I didn't like it. She is not there..."

"Distracted?"

"Yeah, distracted. I didn't like that. But I noticed, she is happy all the time now. She used to be all about me."

"All about you. Isn't that a good thing?"

"For me. But for her? Maybe not so much."

"Judy, maybe it's a good thing for you, too."

"Oh, it is. I like her to be happy."

"You're right. Her happiness is important and as a woman you understand that. But your happiness is important, too. You can be happier now that she is happy. And not just vicariously."

"What is vick, vi..."

"Vicariously. It means to enjoy something through someone else. To feel someone else's emotions. And, in this case, you and I can build a relationship, too."

She looked at me like she was trying to figure out what that meant. She was intrigued. She might be my friend, too. I ...