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Collisions - A Crazy Sexy Lawyer Tale

... continued, "We have a simple way to decide this. It'll only take ten minutes, instead of dragging it out for months. We’ll only charge you half what a trial would cost."

"Sounds good." "Fine by me."

We got them to sign an agreement. Whoever lost would post a message online and in the local paper, apologizing for being a bad driver and causing the accident. Each of them would pay for their own repairs and legal fees.

The four of us met at the gym that night. Tom tossed each of them a pair of boxing gloves and I said "Five rounds or first knockdown. Fight!" I rang the bell.

I don't remember and it doesn't matter now, which of them won. The important thing is the joy Tom and I felt as we watched those insufferable tools beat the snot out of each other!

Turns out, it was a great day!

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The next Tuesday at the gym locker room, I could tell Tom was upset. "I have a problem with my wife."

"Give her the credit cards and say, 'Yes dear.'"

He laughed. "No, seriously. She has a crush on a woman and kissed her once. She says they haven't fucked yet, but if I'm ok with it, she wants to. She had like ten pictures of the hot slut in her phone. I think she's obsessed." He showed me a picture and I laughed and laughed, 'til I howled. Tom was confused. "What? What's so funny?"

"Buddy, the 'hot slut' is my wife! Hahaha! She told me about it too. I think we can have some serious fun with this!"

He showed me a few pictures of his wife. She was very attractive ...

... too, with a cute face, long blonde hair, and big boobs. We crafted the plan we would put in action on our next "diet cheat weekend", then Tom showed me the rest of the pictures. Mary really looked like a 'hot slut' in most of them. For almost 40, she was very fit and pretty. In one she was smoking a cigarette! We had quit years ago!

Instead of confronting her about the smoking, I had a clever, underhanded idea. On the way home from work, I picked up a carton of Mary's usual brand of cigarettes, the long white 120's. I opened all the packs and emptied them halfway. While she was making dinner, I put a pack in her makeup bag in the bathroom and another in the glove box of her car.

I told Tom about it too. He thought his wife smelled like smoke the night before, but maybe he imagined it. The next day, he found a pack in her car. He copied my idea and messed with his wife Donna's head too.

The next day I put another pack in the console of Mary's car, between the front seats where it could barely be seen, and a pack in a kitchen drawer. The next day, a pack in her purse and one in a bathroom drawer. Mary became a little withdrawn and nervous. She didn't want to get caught smoking, and thought she was forgetting cigarettes all over the place.

The next Monday morning when she was taking a shower before work, I put a pack in her work bag and another in a different kitchen drawer. It was deliciously evil! The next two days I didn't do anything and let her relax a little. ...