Crash and burn

Crash
Consequences, the Joy Scott affair.

My name is Joy Schott….
You couldn’t wipe the smile off my face as I looked at the time. It was Thursday afternoon at three o’clock. One more hour. I told myself counting the seconds.
Why the excitement? Last Thursday me and my nephew Donnie started an affair, right behind my husband Eric’s back. Well he was asleep up-stairs anyway.
Ok, first Donnie is not my nephew by blood. He is Eric’s brothers, son. So, it is not all that creepy. Second, he is eighteen, less than half my age at 39. He had started bragging how he could just touch a woman and turn her into his love slave. Any woman. I had to see if this was true. I left him high and dry last Thursday, but he was right he had me soaking wet and almost begging him to spear me with his very impressive tool. this is pool night for him and Eric since his girlfriend dumped him. Eric got tired and had to work early Friday morning, I stayed down stairs with Donnie.
Before Eric went to bed though he called me in the kitchen and asked if something was going on between me and Donnie. Nothing was at the time so I told him no and actually became more offended than I thought I should be.
That night he all but seduced me into a puddle of woman. I left him high and dry though…. I liked my strength I dint know I had.
Saturday was a different story. I did everything he wanted me to do except, I refused to let him take off my panties. Why??? Well, I saved that for only my husband…. At least he would have something. I really did love Eric. He is an awesome man, provider, lover and husband. In-fact everything I saw in Donnie reminded me of what Eric once was…. So, did I really cheat on him or just make love to a younger version of him????
Three fifteen, damnit wont this day ever end. I start putting all my things away. I know I still have over forty-five minutes before I can leave, but I have to do something….
‘I wonder if Donnie will get my panties off tonight? No,’ I say to myself,’ that is only for my husband Eric…. I have to stand firm on this’.
I check my purse and find the sleeping pills I refilled this morning, I picked them up at noon. Eric had gotten a script for them last time he was at the doctors. I am making sure he doesn’t run out today. I have big plans for Donnie tonight….
Three thirty, thirty more minuets… well almost there, I think to myself. I start to get all my things to gather. I am just too excited to do anything but wonder….
Three thirty-five. I get a call on the intercom. “Mrs. Scott… There is someone to see you in reception.”
‘Oh, great!!’ I think to myself with a big smile. ‘This should kill the rest of the day for me.’
I show up and Karen looks at me with almost pleading eyes as she points to a man dressed in a tweed sports coat and tie. Totally tacky I thought to myself. “Joy Scott?” he asked?
“yes.” I answer. He hands me a role of papers.
Then he said. “You have been served.” He turns and walks away very fast….
I feel all the blood rush form my face and look at the papers. But didn’t read them. “I’ll be back at my desk.” I tell Karen. As I scurry back to my cubical. I open the folded papers up and start to read them. I quickly see it is a petition for divorce. I start to hyperventilate, I start to get very light headed, if I wasn’t sitting, I know I would have fainted. I call my husband. It goes strait to voicemail. I leave a message. “Eric, what the hell is going on? this some sort of a joke? If it is, it isn’t funny….” I hang up and call him again. Again, it goes straight to voicemail. “Answer the phone god-damn-it….”
The phone beeps after I hang up. It is a text message form my husband.
Eric…. Check your email.
I answer.
Joy…. What is going on Eric… this isn’t funny?
I open my email. Sure, enough there is an email form my husband. I open it. It said. Watch this you fucking cheating bitch….
I take a deep breath at the language I see, he has never called me a bitch. I see the attachment and down load it. I click on open when done. It is a video file. When it opens, I hear Donnie say… “Tell me again Aunt Joy…. Tell me again.” Then I hear me say. Oh, Donnie you are twice the man my husband is. Twice the man. Don’t stop keep fucking me, don’t stop Donnie.”
I didn’t notice the crowed around my cubical show up almost instantly… I stopped the video and immediately as I could deleted it. I grabbed my bag and ran out the door not caring what time it was…. I got home and pulled into the driveway as the garage door opened, I knew it was too late. My husband had three loves. Me, I was always his first, his Harley soft tail. And his family. His pickup and Harley were gone. I knew he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon….

Eric….
I knew something was going to happen. After my immature selfish nephew made his grand announcement. I wander if he had any idea of what the consequences of his actions were going to be. I guess I did it rong, I tried to warn Joy of what he was planning to do, but I guess it came out accusing. My mistake there. I went to bed fairly early and tried to sleep but I just tossed and turned. When I heard some noises, I started down stairs and caught them doing things no aunt should do with her nephew. I couldn’t do anything but cry, as I watch my marriage come to an end. I went back upstairs took some sleeping pills and fell asleep.
I didn’t go into work Friday. Instead I went to a spy store in the mall. I had no idea that nanny cams would come in several shapes and sizes, not just the ugly teddy bear. Wow…. I bought four of them and some editing equipment. I went home and set one in the family room with the tv and pool table are. The next I set in the spare room down stairs, his room, the next in the kitchen and one more in our room just in case. Saturday was and has been star trick night since Donnie had been dumped by his girlfriend. Talk about your oxymorons, he says he can seduce any girl he wants by touching them and his girlfriend dumps him…. Donnie and I where both trackers and loved it. it was one more thing I am going to miss about him.
It even started wrong Saturday. Joy offered me a drink. She never made my drinks. When I took it, I made a show of looking like I was drinking it. after she turned away, I looked closer into the drink and saw some residue in the bottom of the glass. I took the drink into the kitchen and sat it on the counter. Looking around I noticed that my prescription bottles had been moved. Going threw them I also noticed that the sleeping pills I was prescribed had been tampered with and two where missing. I know knew what the residue was in the drink. I pored it out, rinsed the glass and made me a new drink.
I maid a show of finishing my drink and pretending to be sleepy. Joy told me to go to bed if I was tired, I did….
I should have finished the first drink. I tossed and turned for over an hour. I started to listen closely. Joy didn’t know I could hear pretty clearly form the bedroom because of the vents for the heater. My heart started to rip from my chest as I heard them continue. When they went to Donny’s room, I went down stairs and took some pills. I needed to sleep. I needed something.
I woke early the next morning. Joy was beside me in our bed. I started to get up slowly but then my stomach hit the back of my throat, I remembered my marriage was over. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and hurled. It was just bile, but I couldn’t stop it.
When I finally came out, I was shocked that my wife didn’t hear me. I guess being fucked all night by a young stud wore her out. I shook my head and went down stairs. I collected the nanny cams and took them to my man cave in the garage. Watching my wife tell my nephew what a piece of shit of a man I am. This caused me to puke three more times. I was drinking water, so I had something in my stomach at least.
I couldn’t stop the tears as they flowed down my cheeks. Each dripping on my chest. over and over I watched each segment knowing that the woman that gave me both my 20-year-old son and my 18-year-old daughter. The woman that I leaned on when I lost my sister and father. The woman that had the shoulder I cried on and held on to. The woman I loved with every fiber of my existence. The woman I loved was no longer mine. Our marriage was over….
I set in my man cave for a long time until a plan formulates in my brain. Only some of the plan was vengeance. Most of it was to start a future for myself. I dint know what else to do. My daughter just left for collage. So, because the kids where away and starting their own life’s they really weren’t going to be hurt extensively. there was no one other than my kids I wanted to stay in contact with. Well them and my mother. I have no idea how she will take it…..
I pretended there was nothing amiss all weak. Sunday was the hardest so finally I lied to my wife and told her I was going to play golf. I went out and got drunk. I called my brother George, I didn’t tell him why I needed to get soused, but I just needed a designated driver. he assumed the role without explanation. Despite the fact that his son ruined my marriage and my life he has always been my rock. Before Joy came into my life.
Monday Tuesday, I stuck pretty much to my schedule leaving the house and coming back, on Monday I asked a friend that had gotten a divorce for a good lawyer’s phone number. He gave me his wife’s lawyers name and number and told me his lawyer sucked. I had to laugh.
Next, I went to the bank and took half of our savings and closed all our credit cards and my checking account. Because Joy was on my checking. I made sure she had gas and everything she needed for the next three days.
On Tuesday I met with the lawyer and told her I wanted her served on Thursday as close to four as they could but not after. I wanted her served at work.
Next, I signed a power of attorney that allowed my lawyer to make any and all of my decisions as it regards to my divorce.
Wednesday was a lot harder than I thought it would or should be, Joy was trying to be a bit amorous with me. I would rather have made love to a goat. I got out of it in the morning telling her I had to be at work early. That night she wasn’t taking excuses. All I wanted to tell her was I will call Donny for you. But, as hard as it was for me to touch her, I made myself make love to her. it didn’t last long, and it wasn’t very good. I dint kiss her. and in truth I just wanted to know why she would want me after what I had herd on the tapes????
Thursday I was excited. It was the first time I had smiled on my face in more than a week. I got up and pretended to go to work. Joy, left for work herself then I went right back to the house, it wasn’t anyone’s home after her fling. I had everything in place. I took my trailer and loaded my soft tail on it with my tools. I went to our room and boxed all my clothing and other things. I boxed my toiletries and a few things around the house. My lap top and a few personal things. I threw the boxes in the pickup. Looked around.
My eyes filled again with tears. As I began to greave my lost of my wife and my life. I got into the pickup and left. I headed south.
I Pulled over at three o’clock and found a Starbucks coffee house. I ordered a decaf and had a seat, opening my lap top… It was just passed three thirty when I got the first voice mail. I sent the emails; they went to everyone she knew. I left no one out. She had ripped my heart out, destroy our marriage and my world and by god I wanted some payback. I then text her and several others to check their email. I turned my phone off and threw it into the garbage can. Got a refill on my decaf and headed south.
What’s next:

It has been two years since my wife and nephew had there fling. I was doing…. Doing…. Well I was doing. I am not going to say good or bad, or even ok. In truth I wasn’t done loving her before my nephew did what he did…. Or she did what she did… not splitting hairs here.
I loved her more than I loved everybody else in the world combined…. She held my heart, and when I left, I forgot to get it back from her. What can I say she is all I have thought about in two years now?
I understand that Joy had a hard time after I left. She had to leave her job because my family treated her like unwanted pawn scum. George, my brother, told her that if he ever sees her again, he would use her for fertilizer for his wife’s begonias. She moved out of town; nobody knows where for certain.
Donnie didn’t get off clean at all. George gave him a one-way ticket to Florida where he was going to college. He was told by both his mom and dad not to call them until they call first. When he said what about money. George told him. “Get a job.” In the two years I have been gone, they still haven’t called Donnie. I am having a hard time feeling sorry for him…
My mother has disowned Donnie completely. She called him right after I sent her the video and told him. “You are no longer my grandson. If you show up on my property, I will press trespassing charges on you.” then she hung up without another word…
I dated some since I been here. Nothing that even developed into a second date. Several people form my new firm tried to fix me up with someone. I always went, me and the other woman would set and eat dinner laughing how they conned each of us into going out.
About six months ago I found a darker skinned woman I liked a lot, her name was Patricia, you have to say it with a deep Hispanic accent or she will correct you till you do.
Patricia was a great looking girl, soft hearted, sweet, fun-loving and gay…… we dated for almost six months until her girlfriend started to get jealous. We never did anything but make a show, it took some heat off her from her side of things doing it. and I didn’t half to go on any more blind dates while we did it. I don’t blame Patricia for pulling back. She had a good thing with Vicky, and I didn’t want to screw it up for her…
A knock on the door on a lazy Saturday afternoon wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to take a nap after I had already washed the pickup and Harley…. I opened the door with a smile I had lost almost instantly, when I saw who was just outside of it…. “Hello Joy…. to what do I owe the pleasure?”