Chapter Two: Trying to Get Ahead
Another night and another dream, I woke up again to an empty bed. At least I had my son Clayton. I had a big day planned. He wanted to go to the water park.
I got changed, and we headed for the water park. As usual, during the summer, the place was jammed pack, wall to wall people, with kids running around like crazy.
It was fun watching Clayton run around and play with the others. That was the thing about Clayton. He never met a stranger. He was always making friends wherever he went.
It took hours to get Clayton out of the water and into the car so that we could head home. He left with new friends to add to his growing number of friends online and on his video game systems.
'Crap,' I thought as I pulled up to the house.
Jesse was waiting for me, leaning against his truck. I had forgotten about him coming over to look over the deck.
"Go inside and get changed," I told Clayton as I pulled into the driveway.
"I took a look around," Jesse said as he approached me. "It doesn't look good."
I nodded, not wanting to open my mouth and say something I shouldn't. I knew Jesse was the one that told on me, I knew I shouldn't be mad at him because I was the one that did the cheating, but I was furious.
"So, there are a couple of options," Jesse said.
Again, I nodded as he started to go over the options. He, of course, started with the most expensive one, which I turned down immediately. The other two were just as bad. I agreed on the last one, it would take the most time, but it was the cheapest.
Jesse wrote it all up for me and handed me the piece of paper. It was going to be one guy tearing it all down, then rebuilding it by himself. It would take a few weeks as he was going to do it in his spare time, but at least it would get done and cost me a lot less.
As Jesse was leaving, he turned to look at me. "You know," he said as he approached me again. "You can be mad at me all you want, you can also never talk to me again, but it wasn't me that sucked Johnny's cock in front of seven other people, while your best friend was shouting at you to stop, that wasn't me, that was all you!"
He turned around and headed for his truck. Jesse was right, and I knew it. I watched as his truck pulled away.
After the incident, I never saw Johnny again, although I did hear from him after I got divorced. Johnny messaged me and asked if I wanted to meet him. I knew what he meant when he said he wanted to meet. He wanted more than to meet and talk. A lot of men did as soon as the news got out.
I was the talk of the bar, and I was sure many other places. Guys would look at me with a smile or ask me for my number. Something they didn't do when I was married or before the incident. Even now, if someone talked about it, I would get looks.
Jesse's words stung for the rest of the day and into my night shift at the bar. I still remember everything. It wasn't like I blacked out or anything like that; I remember looking at Johnny with his tight abs and muscular chest. I remember him looking down at my bare chest and admiring the size of my tits.
We were flirting, and that's when it happened. Johnny just took it out. Instead of pushing him away or saying something, I, well, I did what I did.
I kept going back to that night many times but never came up with a clear-cut reason for doing it.
"Hey!" a voice said, breaking me out of my daydream and returning to the present.
"What?" I asked.
The guy ordered a drink, and I sighed as I made it.
The night was more of the same, guys ordered drinks, and I made them.
"So," one of the guys said as it was getting close to closing time.
"Nope," I replied.
"What was I going to say?" he asked.
"You were going to ask if you could take me home, or walk me to my car, or something along those lines," I said as I cleaned up. "And to all those thoughts, the answer is no."
"Unless your name is Johnny," another man said.
"Hank," I said as I looked at the man. "Haven't seen you around since."
"That night," Hank said as he sat down.
"We are closing," I said.
"One drink," Hank smiled.
"Okay," I nodded. I poured him a beer and set it down in front of him. "Just one."
"You look the same," Hank said as he looked at me.
"It hasn't been that long," I said, staring at him.
Hank was the friend that brought Johnny to the bar that night. I hadn't seen or heard from him since. "So, what brings you back?" I asked. "Last I heard you got a nice gig out west somewhere."
"It was nice," Hank nodded. "But there is no place like home, right?"
"Uh-huh," I nodded.
Hank was always up to something. His mind was always working on an angle, something that either made him a decent amount of money or got him laid. I had known him since high school.
"Fine," Hank said as I kept staring at him. "I heard about your little problem, thought I could help out."
"My problem," I laughed. "What problem is that?"
"Your divorce, and I heard you haven't been with another man since," Hank smiled.
"That's none of your business," I said.
"Oh please, your girl toys must be working overtime," Hank said as he looked at the other man. "This woman right here, once took three guys and drained their balls, and still wanted more," Hank smiled.
I shook my head. "I was nineteen," I said. "That was a long time ago."
"How about Jason's party, on your twentieth?" Hank smiled. "Four guys that time," he nudged the guy. "Including yours truly."
