Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... Rick Faustino, who'd also left the SEALs to start a family in North Carolina, launched his defense contracting business, and asked if I wanted to come in with him. I told him absolutely, and put up $30,000 of my own money. I also co-signed a business loan with him. It was the perfect situation: we could run the company from our homes in New York and North Carolina. Together, we had enough experience in Afghanistan and Iraq to delegate the real work in the desert to those ex-military guys on our payroll.

For the next 14 years, we grew our business, little by little. We made enough money to support our families and live relatively comfortably.

Then came the big score in the summer of 2019 -- the offer to do weapons transportation in high combat zones. The only problem was, we had to do this in person. It was hard for Rick to leave his family, as he had four kids, his twin boys only six years old. I had it a bit easier. Karina was leaving for college in the fall, and Natalia was busy managing the Four Aces.

So we both packed up and left.

Then Rick got kidnapped and killed.

And I couldn't save him.

I continued to watch the video in the basement for another week, my wife and daughter afraid to come near me. Finally, I knew what I had to do: I would go back to Afghanistan and look for Rick's killers.

In August of 2020, I joined my old security outfit and got back to work transporting weapons. I kept telling myself I would head into Kunar and find those ...

... animals who got Rick, but I never did. I was depressed and tired. Going back to the desert was a big mistake. I wanted to go home.

I flew back to New York eight months later -- in April of 2021. Our contract was terminated, as the U.S. had ordered a troop withdrawal. That's when I found out Karina was stripping at the Four Aces, and lost my shit and trashed the place.

I got arrested and was court mandated to get counseling for my PTSD and alcoholism, and take anger management classes. I took this very seriously and made it my fulltime job. I slowly made amends with Karina, although it was too late to patch things up with Natalia. We signed divorce papers in 2021.

Over the next two years, I started working out and getting back in shape. Although I had plenty of money in the bank, I took a job at a local gun shop in Queens to fill my time. I was a great salesman, and even ran gun safety classes. Karina and I were starting to get close again. We would even go out for runs through the neighborhood.

It was the two-year anniversary of Rick's kidnapping that knocked me off the path. My PTSD started again, and the counseling only did so much. I slipped up and started drinking. Nothing too crazy -- just some beers and weed -- but every so often I'd get trashed and black out, wondering how I drove myself home to my apartment from the bar.

Then came the fling with Tiffany, Karina's college roommate.

That was the nail in my coffin, indeed.

I'd let my baby girl down. ...