"You're a sorry fucking bitch," screams Rob.
Betty shouts back, "And you're a sorry fucking excuse for a man. You worthless cock sucker."
"At least I'm not out trying to fuck the entire town."
"Neither am I. I am just satisfying one man. At least he can satisfy me. Not like some ass hole that will remain nameless."
"How do you expect to get satisfied when once or twice a week is all that you're willing to have sex and then you want it over with in five minutes?"
"Shit, I'd like to see you last five minutes."
"You sorry fucking bitch; I ought to kick you ass."
The last comment had scared Betty. Never in their three years of marriage had Rob ever threatened her with violence. She shouted at him, "I think that you had better get your sorry ass out of here."
Rob had been concerned himself about threatening his wife with violence. The fear on her face had had dual effect upon him. The thought that he would resort to violence against his wife scared him. He had never raised his hand to a woman in life and he hoped that he never would. He realized now that the threat had been pure bluster and he was sure that he would not be tempted to get physical with her. However, the look of fear in her face gave him a feeling of power over her. He decided that he would use that power against her. He told her, "I should just kick the shit out of you. No court in the land would convict a man who has just found out that his wife has been cheating on him."
As Rob moved toward the bedroom, Betty told him, "If you don't get out of here in five minutes, I am going to call the cops."
Rob asked, "And what are you going to tell them, that I got angry when I found out that you were fucking another man and I raised my voice. I said that I should kick the shit out of you; I didn't say that I would or make any attempt to strike you. Don't give me any fucking timetables to get out of here. I wouldn't spend another night in the same fucking apartment as you, if my life depended on it. I'll be gone when I get some things together." Rob was busy packing a small suitcase and he grabbed some clothes out of his closet and began to leave the apartment. Standing in the doorway, poised to leave, Rob told Betty, "Incidentally, don't try to spend any of the money that we have in the bank. Today, when I found out about you and your boyfriend, I stopped by the bank and closed all of our accounts. When I talk to a lawyer, I will tell him where the money is at." He slammed the door and carried his stuff to his SUV in the parking lot.
Rob Keene and Betty Hart had been married a little more than three years earlier, shortly after his graduation from college. Rob was a twenty-five year old computer programmer and he had managed to put away a considerable amount of money in savings. His wife, or soon to be ex-wife, had taken little interest in their financial matters. As long as Rob paid the bills and provided her with a sufficient amount to go shopping or partying with her friends, she had been happy. Less than a month before, Rob had found a house that he wanted to buy. He had made a couple of offers on the house; but the sellers wanted several thousand dollars more than he was willing to pay. He had taken a pass on the house and had had many worries that he had passed up a good thing. Now, he knew that fate had been on his side. Without a house to divide, their cars and the furniture in the apartment were the only non-liquid assets that they had to worry about dividing. Since both cars were of the same vintage, about two years old, he could probably get by with them each keeping the car that they had been driving. Although he would argue against it at the outset, he was willing to let her have the apartment and the furniture that was in it.
Rob drove to the edge of town and found a motel. He didn't want to pay the prices at any of the better ones; but he wasn't going to stay at a 'flea-bag motel' either. His room was pleasant enough and the television received most of the channels that were available on the local cable system. Rob had a fairly restful night and went to work at the normal time the following morning. Shortly after ten o'clock, he left work to go to his apartment. He packed the remainder of his clothes and as many of his personal possessions that he could load into his vehicle. He returned to the office and spent the rest of the day working as normal. At quitting time, Rob drove to a bar near the motel and drank a couple of beers and had a sandwich. He spent a couple of hours enjoying the college football game that was on the television.
Four blocks down the street from the motel where Rob was registered, Jill Keene Ambrose was getting dressed to go to town with her friend Brandy Porterfield. Jill was Rob's sister and was one year older than him. She has been divorced for about two years and used the name Ambrose as little as possible. Her apartment lease, her driver's license and her bank accounts list the name Jill Keene. She has just completed a hectic day at work and was looking forward to an interesting evening on the town. Her friend Brandy was also divorced and the two of them often went out in the evening looking for some male companionship. Jill was dressed in a tight short skirt and was wearing an equally tight, low-cut top that revealed a considerable expanse of her 34B breasts. The top that she was wearing tonight was tight enough that she did not feel that a bra was necessary.
When Brandy arrived, Jill noticed that she was also wearing a tight skirt; but Brandy's was somewhat shorter than Jill's. Brandy was also wearing a low-cup tight knit top; however her 36C breasts were encased in a bra. The two young women stopped at one of the local bars that usually had a considerable number of eligible men on the prowl. Tonight, this one was somewhat slow. They drove down the street to another of their favorite nightspots. At this one, they found that there was a good crowd. The girls ordered a drink and found a table. It wasn't long before a couple of guys approached them and asked them to dance. They each danced with three or four different guys and they each had a couple of drinks. Neither girl was that interested in any of the guys that were hitting on them.
After returning from one of her trips to the dance floor, Jill noticed a couple in a corner booth that were all over each other. She thought for a while that they were actually going to fuck right there in the bar. Jill thought that there was something familiar about the couple; but she couldn't pinpoint it right off of the bat. Jill was sitting there sipping her drink when Brandy returned from the dance floor. Jill asked, "Anyone who interests you yet?"
A frown crossed Brandy's face, as she replied, "No. None of these guys turn me on tonight. How about you?"
Jill shook her head and answered, "No. I am about ready to blow this pop stand. Another night might have better results." The couple in the corner that had gotten Jill's attention began to leave the bar. The woman was still hanging all over the guy as they moved toward the door. Jill now realized why the couple was so familiar, yet not that familiar. The woman was her brother's wife; but the guy was not her brother. Jill had always had some degree of disdain for her sister-in-law and tonight she felt vindicated for her previously unjustified feelings. An unsatisfactory evening at the bars had just turned worse for Jill as she witnessed her brother's wife cheating on him. Jill and Brandy finished their drinks and left the bar. The two of them got into Brandy's car and began the drive toward Jill's apartment.
As they were approaching motel row, Jill asked Brandy to slow her car down. Brandy had no idea what was up. She didn't think that she was driving too fast and she did not have a clue what was on Jill's mind. Brandy had been Jill's close friend for too long to question what was being asked of her. The look on her friend's face told her that she was concerned about something. Suddenly, Jill hollered, "Turn in here."
Brandy asked, "Are you so horny that you are going to get a room here and then call an escort service?"
Jill snapped, "No, asshole. I'm just looking for something." Jill spotted her brother's car parked near the end of the building. She told Brandy, "Okay, let's go home."
