Coloring Outside The Lines - Sex Stories

Coloring Outside The Lines

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"Bought you some time. You're welcome," Sharon snipped at me. "Did you know you two had a disagreement and you walked out on her without letting her explain? You really are a bastard, you know?"

"You're not buying that..." I started.

"No, I'm not, Q. Just telling you what she told me, and what she's probably telling others while she's looking for you," Sharon said.

"Fuck!" I hissed. "Somebody pour me another 'rita."

Bill did the honors, once again proving why I considered him a great sibling. Hey, eight 'ritas in, I wasn't going to qualify for Mensa membership.

I ignored the hangover Monday morning and got into work at my usual time, although I wasn't dressed for working. I walked into my boss's office and told him I was either quitting or transferring to one of our other offices, effective immediately.

"Whoa. You don't give a guy a lot of chance to think, do you?" my boss said snidely. "What's going on, Q?"

I told my boss everything, including my half-baked plan to disappear... for a while. If I got lucky, it would take my wife... actually, my father-in-law... several months to find me, once he actually started to look. The only thing I asked from my boss, besides a transfer, was that my employee name be changed to Oliver, which is my middle name, and absolutely no information be given out about me, at least within the bounds of the law.

Inside of five minutes, my boss had my next job lined up. The Santa Fe office in New Mexico had a slot ...

... for me, and 30 minutes later, Oliver Navarro was on the road to a new life. Officially, Quincy Navarro no longer worked in Indiana, and, by a technicality, I also no longer worked for Bishop Enterprises.

I started my new job a week later. The company found me a one-bedroom apartment, which was good enough for my new single life. I also got a new phone and provider so the phone bill with accompanying calls wasn't going to my wife.

I gave out my new number to only a select few people back home. Two of those who didn't get the number were my mother and father. My brother had told me that Mom had railed to him about what I had done, and seemed to be squarely on Vivian's side. I didn't need to take any shit from her, nor did I trust her not to give the number to Viv.

My father was collateral damage in this battle. I knew that if I gave him my number, my mother would eventually wear him down and get it, and then he and I would have had a problem, so I didn't put him in the middle. Bill and Sharon, however, had broad shoulders, and I knew Mom wouldn't ever get it from them. Lord knows she tried, though.

Vivian tried as well. According to Bill, it took her about a week to realize that I was no longer in her city.

"How can we patch this up if we don't speak, if we can't sit down and face each other?" she asked Bill.

"Maybe he doesn't want to patch this up, Viv. You kind of ripped his heart out in Chicago," Bill told me he responded to her.

"It was only two nights, ...