I grinned as I parked my truck, wondering if Angie would be surprised that I was home early. I wasn't done with the repair, but it needed parts. Parts I had in stock in my shed. The job was 75 mi away, and normally I would have stayed until finished. But when I ordered the part I needed, I found it would be a 3-day wait.
The farmer couldn't let his threshing machine stand idle that long, and I made repairs like this often, so I fabricated a few at a time. If I went and got it, the owner saved at least 2 days. And when you're farming and it comes to harvest, time was money, and he offered another 200 when I told him I knew where I could get the part. I never told him I made it because technically, while it wasn't illegal, it was frowned on. And I had a good relationship with my suppliers.
I had come in off the farm road, pulling up to my service building. Smiling, I parked my truck, but it turned to a frown when I saw the vehicles. A flashy vintage Mercedes convertible with the top down and a black SUV. Just as I turned my key, the door flew open, and a huge black guy stood in it, a large automatic in his hands. Immediately fearing the worst for my wife, I raised my hands as he ushered me inside.
I got a good look at his weapon, and though I had never seen one before, I recognized the silencer. Fear turned to terror when he ushered me to the dining room, and I saw Angie splayed out on the table, stark naked. A small man was there, also naked, her juices still glistening on his banana. He grinned. "You're not supposed to be here, but now's as good a time as any to share the news.
The woman loves being with me, and I'm taking her home. We've been intimate for about 8 months now, and it was really convenient that you traveled so much." "What?" "Why? Angie?" I asked. She sat up, grinning. "You spoiled the plan, damn it.
I was letting his slide out right in front of where you sit. So, even though I'm gone and you'd never know, you'd be eating over his contains. The why? He's rich and powerful and gives me anything I want. Of course, I had to leave most of it at his house, but now that you know, expect to see me in designer dresses in court, maybe even a fur coat, depending on how long it takes." Small man was grinning.
"Here's the deal. This is a nice place, so she gets it in the divorce. In return, you get to keep your business and whatever pennies you have saved up. It doesn't matter if you agree or not, it'll happen." My house sat on 35 acres, all that was left of the big farm my great-great-grandfather had purchased before there was even a state here. I finally found my tongue.