Into the Abyss--Chapter 12 - Sex Stories

Into the Abyss--Chapter 12

... you must take care of those who take care of you, so I tried to mix up our meetings at various times of the day to include a meal. Next up was my old friend Rocco. I asked him to find an address where I could find Megan. I needed to nip her little extortion plan in the bud. Rocco said he would have it for me within the hour. Then I called Tom, my attorney in Raleigh. Tom had good news for me today. It seems that, as he predicted, Susan accepted our proposal in the divorce proceedings. Our property and assets would be split down the middle and there would be no alimony payments. In a moment of conciliation, I instructed Tom to make the split 60/40 in Susan's favor. I wanted to give her a little more than she deserved. Call it guilt money if you like, but I would be able to afford it and it would make me feel better. As soon as I got off the phone with Tom, Rocco called. I told you he works fast, didn't I? Rocco gave me an address where Megan was working. It was a graphics design company here in town. I thanked him and prepared to run over there right away. I didn't have time to tell Jan, but hopefully I would return with good news. The graphics design company was in a small building not far from Dobby's Place. I wondered whether she worked here all along and the pizza delivery job was her way of moonlighting. It didn't matter. I walked inside and told the receptionist that I wanted to see Megan. She told me to wait and she would bring her out to see me. When Megan walked into ...

... the small lobby she nearly fainted. I think that I was the last person she expected to see this morning. I also caught her off-guard. This wasn't how she planned to blackmail me, I was sure of it. "Hello, Megan," I said as she approached me. "I'll make this short and sweet. I know all about how you took money from that investigator to spread dirt about Lucy and me. You see, I have someone working for me, and he's much better than that sleazebag you took the money from. I also know about your plan to extort money from me by claiming that you are pregnant. Now I don't know if you actually are pregnant or not, but I'm here to tell you that I had a vasectomy performed on me over twenty years ago." The blood drained from her face when I laid that little tidbit on her. It was obvious that she had been caught in a massive lie. She tried to speak, but I wouldn't allow her to utter one word. "So here's what I am offering you, Megan. Your life. You leave me alone and drop any thoughts of blackmailing me and in return I won't go in those offices and tell your boss about everything. I won't go to the police and tell them my little story either. If you don't comply with these demands I will ruin your life. Those degrees you have won't be worth the ink used to print them. That pizza delivery job you had will seem like the job of a lifetime, if they'll even have you. And that doesn't include the criminal charges and the jail time. Female felons don't seem to have much luck getting good jobs ...