Paranoid, Crime, & Thrillers

Rachel’s Deadly Past

The beatings were almost every night when Rachel’s Father came home from work drunk. He always managed to stop by the local bar on the way home. It started when she was younger and she couldn’t do anything about it but her mother would always tell her to go to her room that she was okay. So, she would go to her room laying on the bed muffling the yelling and screaming with her pillow.

The very next day she would see her mother full of bruises and busted lips and it would make her so mad. She even asked her mother why she stays with him and that they can move somewhere else, but her mother made excuses for him that he was a good father and that it was his way of punishing her when she did something wrong. She couldn’t understand why her mother made excuses for him when he would batter her body where she had a hard time moving the next day from the body aches.

This went on for years until one night when her father came home and started beating on her. Rachel heard the screams of her mother and decided enough was enough. She was going to tell her father to leave but when she got downstairs, she was just in time to see her father knock her down to the ground and then proceed to hit her in the head with a hammer while calling her names like whore and slut. Rachel watched in horror as he hit her once, twice, and then the third time killing her mother. He had crushed her skull in.

When she saw that her mother was dead she screamed out getting her father’s attention and that she saw the whole thing. Her father began chasing after her and she ran back upstairs and into her room locking the door. As he beat on her door, Rachel grabbed a few things and then climbed out her window. He was not aware of the fact that she ran away until he knocked her door in and saw that she wasn’t there and that her window was open. He ran to the window looking out and Rachel was nowhere in sight. He yelled out the window that he would find her.

Her father got rid of the murder weapon and when he went outside, the next door neighbor spotted the blood-soaked hammer in his hand and called the police. When they got there, the neighbors told them what they had seen and they went over to Rachel’s house and found her mother on the living room floor with her head bashed in. She was lying in a pool of blood and they called in for an ambulance to come pick her up.

Meanwhile, Rachel has gone into hiding so that her father could not find her. If he did she would fear that her father would kill her next, so she went into survival mode. She was only fourteen when she left the house and she has never lived on the streets a day in her life. She has never been a runaway either but she had no choice.

The crime scene unit goes through the house with a fine tooth comb to see if there was any forced entry since the father kept saying someone broke into the house and he just came home and found her dead. It wasn’t matching up with what the neighbor saw from her doorway. So, they end up taking Rachel’s father down to the police station for interrogation to see if they can get a confession out of him. They sat for hours and still nothing from the father. He didn’t even let them know that he had a daughter since she disappeared. So, they let him go a free man.

Rachel kept moving around and sleeping wherever she could. Sleep didn’t come easy due to the nightmares she had every time she laid her head down. Seeing her father bash her mother’s head was horrendous even in her nightmares. Sometimes she would wake up calling for her mother until she remembered that her mother was dead and gone. She didn’t attend the funeral, but after everyone left the cemetery, she went and sat next to her mother’s grave talking to her like she was still here.

Twenty-two years have gone by since the murder of her mother and Rachel has changed her name so that her father would not find her. Her mother’s death became a cold case due to it not having a suspect to arrest. Rachel knew the whole time that he was lying to cover it up. He didn’t want to be arrested for it and Rachel stayed in hiding knowing that her father would still look for her to keep her quiet.

Rachel ended up getting a boyfriend under her new name and after a year together they finally moved in with each other. Night after night, Carson, the new boyfriend, would wake up to hearing Rachel have nightmares or yelling and crying in her sleep. The next day after, Carson confronted Rachel about her nightmares. She had been struggling with telling him and didn’t know how. They sat and talked for a while until Carson got her to tell her secret.

When she broke down and told him, he figured it had to be something big for her to have such harsh nightmares. He pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her while she cried on his shoulder. He comforted her and told her it was alright. He said that everything would be alright. After he held her for a bit, he made her sit up and look him in the face. She leaned back and looked directly into his hazel eyes. Once she was looking, Carson tried to convince her to go to the police and tell what she knows. They would place her under protective custody until his conviction was made.

Carson told Rachel that once he was convicted and sent to prison she would never have to deal with him again. He told her that she would then be safe to live out her life. She was fearful that if she did go to the police and they find out that he would find her before they found him. Carson reassures her that he is not going to let anything happen to her but she needs to go to the police and tell them what happened.

She agrees to go but only if Carson goes with her for support. He grabbed his keys and wallet and escorted her out to his car. They drove two towns over where she grew up and where her mother was killed. They showed up at the police station and asked to speak to the detective who worked on her mother’s murder. A heavyset detective with grey hair came out and asked what we needed? Carson saw that Rachel was a little nervous so he told the detective that they had information that was relevant to a murder case that happened twenty-two years ago.

The detective invited them back to an interrogation room and grabbed the file and a notebook. He said that he was listening and what type of information did they have? Rachel started out by telling the detective that her mother was murdered in their house by her father. She went into details as to the abuse and beatings her mother took almost every night. She then told him that she had come down the stairs just in time to watch her father bash in her mother’s head in with a hammer.

The detective told her that when they interrogated her father he never mentioned he had a daughter. Her father told them that it was a break in and murder and he had come home to find his wife dead. Rachel told him that it wasn’t true and that she saw the whole thing and her father came after her and she ran away from home at the age of fourteen.

The detective stated that he would reopen the case and look at all the evidence that was submitted and go from there, but they would bring her father back in for questioning. Rachel gave the detective her home address and phone number to contact her. She told him that she lives two towns away so fear from her father showing up or coming after her would be a problem.

Rachel and Carson stood up and was leaving the room after shaking the detective’s hand. As he escorted them out, he told a few officers to pull the box with evidence from the Monroe murder case. As they were ready to walk out the door, Rachel turned around and told the detective thank you as she walked out the door closing it behind her.

Rachel and Carson walked out to the car and stood outside the car while Rachel told Carson that she felt better about telling and that she could now be happy. Carson just smiled at her while unlocking the car door. He started the ignition and they headed back home. Rachel was exhausted and fell asleep on the ride back.

When pulling into the driveway, Carson looked over at Rachel who was fast asleep. He parked the car and then reached over waking Rachel up telling her that they were home. She opened her eyes and saw their house and smiled. They got out of the car and he escorted her to the front door.

Meanwhile, back at the police station, they picked up Rachel’s father and brought him in for questioning. He couldn’t understand why he was there until the detective mentioned his daughter. The detective asked him why he never mentioned he had a daughter? His quick and only reply was that she ran away from home and it slipped his mind. He asked the detective if he had seen her?

The detective stated that he had seen her and she gave no address when asked. Rachel’s father put on a show of how worried he was about Rachel’s whereabouts. The detective knew that it was all a show at that point and could see that he was nervous and told him he was worried about something from the past.

That’s when Rachel’s father became angry and agitated as to why he was there. The detective gave him one more chance to come clean about what happened twenty-two years ago. He stayed with his story of a break-in and finding his wife murdered. So, the detective not believing him released him and sent him on his way.

While the detective did some further research on the case, Rachel’s father begins searching out the only witness to what really happened, his daughter. He puts the word out to all his friends and associates that he is looking to reunite with his daughter and needs help locating her.

It took several days with no luck but then word finally finds him with news of her whereabouts. He takes this information of her living two towns away and under another name and plans to pay her an unexpected visit. He fills his car up with gas and heads out on the highway towards her location.

When he gets to the town where she lives, he begins asking around about her under her new name. People in this town were very friendly and it seems that everyone knows everyone because he was given her place of work and what hours she works. It was not her shift to work so he got a motel for the night and will seek her out in the morning at work.

He slept very well that night knowing he would see his long-lost daughter. Upon waking up, he got dressed in some nice clothes and left the motel to go see his daughter. He arrived at this little diner and took a seat while waiting for the waitress to grab a bit of breakfast. Little did Rachel know that the customer she would be serving would be her father. She walks over to the table with the diner being busy that morning and didn’t notice who was sitting at one of her tables.

Rachel looked up to glare into the eyes of the man who murdered her mother. She tried to keep her cool and acted like he was just another customer. While standing at his table she asked what he would like to order? Her father quickly ordered the house special and a cup of hot black coffee. Rachel took his order and walked back to the grill to turn his ticket into the cook.

She went into the back room for a minute and took a couple deep breaths and began to have a panic attack until one of the other girls came back there and asked if she was okay? She began to tell her about what happened and who that was but didn’t want to bring any of her coworkers into her drama, so she shrugged it off and went back out to the floor.

When his order was called up, Rachel grabbed it and headed over to his table where he was seated and sat the dish down and poured him some coffee. She asked if there was anything else but before she could turn to walk away, he grabbed her arm tightly and stated that he would kill her if she testifies against him and then let her arm go.

This gave way to another panic attack and she ran to the back of the diner while he sat and ate his breakfast calmly. Some of the other waitresses were worried about her and went to go check on her finding her in the back room crying hysterically. They called the manager in and everyone asked if she could be sent home due to a family emergency. Her manager was compassionate and agreed with them for her to take the rest of the day off to tend to her affairs.

She told him “thank you” and went to clock out and then she grabbed her things and left out the back door. She was worried that he would follow her and then find out where she lived so she called Carson to meet her up the street at a public place. Carson was worried why she was acting hysterical but told her he would be there shortly and grabbed his keys and left to pick her up.

It took Rachel a few minutes to get where she was meeting Carson and while she waited she stayed where there were a lot of people. She noticed his car pulling into the parking lot and ran out to meet him by jumping into the car. Carson was asking what was wrong and all she said was to take her back to her hometown. Carson agreed to her request and began driving back to the highway headed for her hometown.

While they drove, Rachel knew she had to come clean to Carson and hoped he would not abandon her because she lied to him. She began with her true name and then went into telling him what happened twenty-two years ago. Carson was sympathetic to her situation and was okay with it and told her he was not running away. That’s when she told him that her father found her and showed up at her job.

Carson began to worry and sped up on the highway to get her away from danger. He asked where they were headed back in her hometown and she replied with the police station. She needed to see the detective and tell him what’s going on.

It took about two hours of driving before they reached the police station and pulled up in front. As Carson was shutting the car off, Rachel had already opened her door and ran inside the station. Carson hurried to get out and followed her. Once inside she went over to the desk and asked to see Detective Taylor. She informed them it was crucial that she speak with him and was a life or death situation

The officer behind the desk picked up the phone and called Detective Taylor informing him that there was a hysterical woman here to see him. He told the officer he would be out there in a minute. While waiting, Rachel became more agitated and scared. Carson could do nothing but hold and comfort her.

Then she saw Detective Taylor come through the door and quickly made her way over to him. He asked what was wrong and she began telling him what happened at her job and the threat he made to her. The detective told her to calm down and that he would take care of everything. He invited her and Carson back to his desk where he drew up the paperwork to hand off to the District Attorney to have a warrant put out for her father.

After contacting the District Attorney, he then offered to put her into protective custody to which she agreed. The only thing was that Carson could not go with her because her father doesn’t know about him so he is not in harm’s way. Rachel was worried about Carson but knew the detective was right so she said her goodbyes to him and that she would see him soon and this nightmare will be all over with.

Carson stood up hugging her and placing a slow kiss on her lips before he walked out and headed home. Detective Taylor began the paperwork to set her up in a safe house until her father goes to court and then sent to prison. Rachel was a little on edge and Detective Taylor handed her a valium to calm her nerves down.

Once the paperwork was done, a couple of officers came in to take her to the safe house. He told her that he would keep in touch to keep her up on everything. Rachel told him “thank you” and left with her escort of officers.

The safe house that they were taking her to was about four hours away and no one was aware of the fact they were being followed by some of her father’s associates who were told to keep an eye on her. The drive was quiet and Rachel even took a small nap in the back seat. When they arrived, they woke her up to see her new surroundings.

Rachel got out of the car and walked up a small but cute walkway up to a house that should be considered condemned but it was the perfect cover for protecting someone. No one would think that the police department would hide someone out in a dilapidated old house.

Once the police officers took a look around to make sure everything was clear, they took Rachel inside to see her new home for a while. It was a house that still had wooden slat floors and it looked like it had been built back in the eighteen hundreds just with a modern water system.

She made herself comfortable and the officers stayed downstairs to give her the privacy she needed with hourly checks to make sure she was okay. She thought to herself that at least the bed had clean bedding and it was comfortable when she sat on it. After looking around her new room, she noticed a few books on the nightstand that looked like they would be good reading.

About thirty minutes later an officer was at her door with some food for her to eat and a cold soda which they kept in the refrigerator at all times for any guests they should have there. She sat at the little table that was in the room and ate her food saving some of her soda to take over to the bed while she picked up one of the books and began reading.

She hadn’t noticed that the days events had made her so exhausted that she fell asleep while reading the book. Even as she slept, the officers still maintained their hourly checks on her. With everything calmed down, the officers took their posts and enjoyed the rest of the evening.

The next morning, Rachel woke up to the light coming into her room from the sun and could hear small birds chirping outside. She looked over and noticed a hot plate of breakfast sitting on her nightstand with a tall glass of juice. At least the officers could cook she thought to herself.

She sat up and took her plate with breakfast and began eating while gazing out her window. Last night the officers had explained the rules to her as far as no calls out or in, no going outside, and no standing in the window as to not be seen. She was pretty much confined to her room most of the time but it didn’t bother her so much. She loved her privacy but still in the back of her mind she was worried about Carson and that if he was okay.

She finished her breakfast and stood up to stretch a little and do some exercising to keep in shape since she had nothing really else to do. After a few days, it became monotonous and she was beginning to get cabin fever and so much wanted to go outside just to get some fresh air. She knew that wasn’t going to happen and just then one of the officers were knocking at her door. When she answered and they opened the door, they stated that Detective Taylor was on the phone and wanted to speak to her.

She reached for the phone and then said, “Hello”. Detective Taylor asked how she was making out and she stated that cabin fever was not for her and he laughed and wanted to tell her that her father had been arrested and is in custody. She felt a sigh of relief and asked how much longer would she be in this run-down house?

He told her that he is in custody and will have a hearing in the morning to set a bond and if he isn’t bailed out he will have a plea hearing before a trial can be set. She was not excited about that news but she knew he would be in there for a while and just had to hold on a little while more. She agreed and thanked him for contacting her to give her an update, hung up the phone, and handed it back to the officer.

No one knew that they were being watched and that her location was being relayed back to her father who was sitting in a cold damp jail cell. The whole time he sat in that cell he was plotting how to take care of his threat. One of his associates was at his bond hearing and by the time he got back to his cell they posted his bail and he was being released.

Once he was released, he received the address of where she was located and put his plan into motion of doing away with his daughter before his next court date in two weeks. He figured he was not going to spend the rest of his life locked away in some prison. His plan was to approach her location under the cover of night so as not to be seen.

He gathered his things and began the four-hour road trip. He was given the address to where she was located and as he drove he contemplated what his next move would be. He was informed that there were only two officers there to look after her and knew he had to take them out first.

Once he reached the area where she was being hidden, he parked the car down the street in the dark of night and walked his way up to the house. He walked around the perimeter of the house to find where the officers were located in the house before he made his move. One officer came out the back door for a smoke and was ambushed by Rachel’s father having his throat cut where he could not make a sound to alert the other officer in the house.

Once he bled out and fell to the ground, Rachel’s father confiscated his gun and made his move inside the house to take out the other officer. He quietly moved around the house while remaining in the shadows. He found the other officer sitting in an old wooden chair in front of a television.

He quietly walked up from behind him and put the gun to the back of his head putting one bullet into him. The sound of the gunshot alerted Rachel that someone else was in the house and she quickly locked her room door and pushed the dresser in front of it. She backs into the corner across from the door and listens as someone bangs on the door trying to open it.

The hair on the back of her neck stood up when she heard the sound of that nightmarish voice from her past. She looks over and notices a baseball bat in the corner and quickly and quietly grabs it. Her father begins prying the door open and moving the dresser to get inside. Rachel slips over to the corner right behind the door with the bat in hand knowing that one of them was going to die that night.

As her father starts to slip into the room with the gun showing from behind the door first, Rachel uses all her strength to swing the bat knocking the gun from his hand. The gun flies from his hand and slides under the bed. As Rachel tries to obtain the gun from under the bed, her father makes his way into the room.

He grabs and physically attacks her trying to strangle her. She feels herself starting to go weak and digs deep within to muster every ounce of strength she has to use her elbow to knock the wind out of him from behind her. He lets go and she again tries to slide under the bed to get the gun.

Rachel finally reaches the gun and grabs it as her father has grabbed her legs pulling her out from underneath the bed. She rolls over as she comes from underneath the bed aiming the gun to shoot her father. She pulls the trigger and shoots him in his abdomen forcing him to stagger back away from her.

He then comes at her again attacking her and she then pulls the trigger once more shooting her father in the head killing him. After he falls to the ground and she knows that he is dead, she crawls into the corner of the room staring at his lifeless body.

Little did she know that Detective Taylor had tried to contact one of the officers and when he couldn’t reach either of them, he knew something was wrong. He took a few patrol cars with him and they were already on their way to her location. Rachel sat in that corner in a daze until she sees the red and blue lights flickering off the room wall.

A few minutes go by and she hears people in the house and some of them coming up the stairs. Detective Taylor shows up in front of her open doorway and immediately calls for the paramedics which followed them to the house. He walked inside and over to Rachel taking off his jacket and wrapping around her shoulders and helping her to her feet.

As they walk out of the room, Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off her father lying dead on the floor. He escorts her out the room and then outside where she is met by paramedics who take her to the ambulance to check her over for any wounds. Detective Taylor walks up and asks how she is doing and she looked up at him and asked how he knew to come?

He told her that when he heard that her father made bail and then he couldn’t get a hold of the officers here protecting her that he immediately knew something was wrong. So, he headed out to check on her himself. Once the paramedics checked her over and released her, she got up and walked over to the front door as they brought her father out of the house.

While they walked by the front of her, she spits on the bag covering his body and stated, “that was for mom”. She then hears a familiar voice and when she turns around she sees Carson standing in the background past the ambulance. She quickly runs up to him as he grabs her picking her up and swinging her around as he plants the perfect kiss on her lips.

She was so happy to see him and began to cry tears of joy. He asked her if she was alright and she smiled and said, “yes”. She turns to Detective Taylor thanking him for everything he has done and he responds with, “you’re more than welcome”. Then Carson grabs her hand and tells her it is time to go home. They walked over and he helped her into the car and they headed back to their home.

It took Rachel some time to get past things and get back to a normal life but after months of therapy, Rachel was able to let go of her deadly past.

Eternally Death Row

Jeff Miller was everyone’s new drama scene in the newspaper and on television. He was the creep that they caught who molested and killed three little girls in upstate Illinois. It took the police and detectives four long grueling years to catch him. Every time they would get close he would evade them and kill again.

This story touched the lives of everyone and in every community while the police searched for him. It got so close to home for many that people began to get involved in the search. Soon, half the state was involved in the manhunt looking for this man to put him away so that the killing of innocent little girls would stop.

They were random killings that made it difficult for the police to catch him. They could not put two and two together because they were not connected in any way except that it was molesting and killing little girls. That was the only thing that was the same in each case.

Jeff Miller was so smart that he would always cover his tracks. He wore gloves that only left traces of latex powder behind and presumably used condoms because there was no semen or bodily fluids, only lubrication that you would find on condoms. It almost seemed like he wore a body suit because there was never any trace of clothing fibers or hair left on any of the victims. Each victim was brutally beaten, molested, and left in shallow ditches on the side of roads. It was a senseless crime and the man needed to be stopped.

By the time the manhunt began, there were five counties involved and every use of manpower there was. Rewards had been posted and soon it made the national scene. People all over the country got involved and kept their eyes open for the suspect in case he made his way to another state.

He finally got caught when someone driving down the road noticed a vehicle on the side of the road and a man pulling something from his truck and throwing it into the nearby ditch. The passerby caught the license plate and called nine-one-one to report it. Soon the local police had the vehicle pulled over and was running the driver information of Jeff Miller.

The police officer had no knowledge that he was running the killer everyone was looking for. After getting clearance on his driver license, the officer was about to let him go when over the radio came the information about a particular vehicle dumping something in a nearby ditch off of road eighty-one. The vehicle description matched the one he had pulled over and it brought about suspicion of the driver.

When the police officer turned to question Jeff Miller, he was met face to face with a nine millimeter. The trigger was pulled and the officer was shot twice in the face. Once the officer fell from his vehicle, Jeff Miller sped off in his vehicle. Now he was a wanted man for killing a police officer which now gave him a different M.O or modus operandi. He was not just known for the molestation and killing of little girls anymore, now he was a cop killer.

He was pursued across two states before being caught. He was taken into custody in a small town in Ohio and awaited extradition back to Illinois. Jeff Miller was a sex offender and child molester and that was not going to ride in county jail or prison, so he was placed into protective custody even when he was taken back to Illinois for his trial. They wanted him to live long enough to stand trial to give the families of those little girls and the family of the officer he killed some closure.

While he was taken back to Illinois, the officer’s transporting him made a detour to a secluded dirt road off of the highway where they proceeded to beat the hell out of him for his crimes. They brutally beat him like he did those little girls and took out revenge for the killing of a fellow officer. By the time he arrived at the county jail of his jurisdiction he could hardly walk and was not even taken to medical for treatment.

Jeff Miller was thrown into a cold cell to wait for his day in court. People surrounded outside the county jail protesting and demanding the death penalty. Each person was holding a picture of one of the little girls he molested and killed. Some even had a picture of the officer he killed. The crowd demanded justice for those families. Justice is what they were going to get.

He would find himself unable to sleep at night in his cell because of the shouting and yelling of threats and obscenities from other inmates. The officers made sure everyone in the jail knew what he did so that he would not get a nights rest.

He sat in jail for about two weeks before his first court appearance in front of a judge. The courtroom was open to the public so that everyone could hear that the judge was disgusted by the sight of him and denied him any type of bail. Once the judge denied him bail the whole courtroom went into an uproar of approval.

He was taken back to his cell after seeing the judge and still had to listen to every inmate torment him. At night, some of the correctional officers who were close to the officer he killed and disgusted by what he did to those little girls, would let a couple of hardcore inmates into his cell where they repeatedly raped and beat him. All of the other inmates would shout to those inmates to get him good.

Once he was healed up from the encounter, they would do it again. Jeff Miller was tormented and abused his whole time incarcerated except for a few days before his next court hearing. They wanted him to look presentable for the judge even though it might not have mattered to the judge.

His next court appearance was his plea hearing where he could plead guilty or not guilty. At this point, everyone would have expected him to plead guilty so that he could receive his sentence and be transported to prison, but he replied to the judge with a “not guilty” plea which again caused havoc in the courtroom. The judge did not seem to want to accept his plea but by law, he had to. So, a trial date was set and would be open to the public also.

Through his torment, Jeff Miller sat in the county jail while awaiting his trial date. It took almost eight months before that day came. Shackled at his hands and feet with a chain connecting both to his waist, he walked into a boisterous courtroom. As he walked inside and led over to the table where his attorney was waiting, the courtroom began to settle down. He quietly sat down with his attorney as a few derogatory shouts were made at him.

Then, the jury came inside to take their places in the juror box. Each one gave Jeff Miller a nasty and disgusting look. Everyone knew that this trial would not take long and expected the death penalty but they would have to wait and see.

Soon the judge came in and the courtroom went completely quiet. He quickly went to his chair and sat quietly looking over the files to the case. Once or twice he looked up and over at the defendant. Then, he asked the attorneys to begin their opening statements. As the state made their opening argument, you could see that everyone was listening to every word, but when the defendant’s attorney stood the obscenities from the crowd rang out.

Over the course of seven weeks, the trial finally drew to a close. All that remained were the closing arguments, the jury’s decision, and the sentence imposed. It took two days for the closing arguments to finish and then it was a waiting game for the jury to debate. Everyone from the defendant, the audience, the attorney’s, and the judge sat by waiting for the decision of the jury.

What should have been sooner, it took the jury four whole days to debate before reaching their decision. As they each walked into the courtroom, you could have heard a pin drop it was so quiet. They found their seats and the judge asked the jury foreman if they made a decision. The jury foreman stood up and answered the judge with a “yes, your honor” before unfolding a piece of paper in his hands.

The judge then asked the jury foreman as to what their decision would be? With the courtroom quiet, the jury foreman looked down at the piece of paper and announced that they found the defendant “guilty” and that’s when the courtroom went into loud approvals and clapping. The judge then had the courtroom made quiet by the bailiffs before the jury foreman also informed the judge that they had a recommended sentence for the defendant.

This being an abnormal request, the judge allowed the foreman to speak their recommendation. Everyone was on the edge of their seat waiting for this recommendation by the jury. As the foreman began to speak, the courtroom was very quiet. The foreman announced their recommendation as a sentence of death but that the defendant would remain on death row until his natural death. But also that the defendant would be castrated with the complete removal of his scrotum and all of its contents.

The audience went into joyful hysterics as they were pleased with the recommendation. The judge hearing this recommendation then looked over at the defendant and asked him to stand for his sentencing. As the defendant and his attorney stood, the judge began telling him how disgusted he was to have him in his courtroom and that he was appalled by his crimes.

Jeff Miller’s attorney began to interrupt the judge with words of mercy before being told to stand down while he passes sentence. The defendant stood there staring directly at the judge when he heard the words that he would spend the rest of his natural life on death row and that upon arrival to the state penitentiary, he would be sent directly to the medical facility for the surgical removal of his scrotum and all of its contents.

With that sentence placed upon him, the courtroom stood to applaud the judgment imposed on the defendant. He was then escorted by correctional officers out of the courtroom and taken to a van waiting outside which would transport him to the state penitentiary as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at the penitentiary, Jeff Miller was escorted directly to the medical facility where he was met by a medical staff that had been watching the trial and heard the sentence imposed. They were ready for him. They placed him shackled on the operating table and began cutting his clothing from his body exposing him to the televised camera that was in place so that the whole world could see his sentence imposed.

Once he was naked, they gave him a topical anesthesia because they wanted him awake while the surgery was performed. They split the table in the bottom half that would spread his legs apart. As everyone watched all around the world, Jeff Miller’s scrotum was removed and he was irreversibly castrated. He was awake to watch the medical staff cut and remove his scrotum and was shown them before they were thrown into the trash.

Once they were done and he was sewn up, they placed a pair of female panties on him to hold the dressings in place. He was placed in the medical wing for a couple days of recovery before being escorted over to the death row building. There he was placed in a one-man cell and that would be where he spends the rest of his natural life.

The correctional officers let his wound heal for a few weeks before imposing punishment on him. Every day, they would allow one other inmate in his cell to brutally rape him and beat him and this would be his punishment. He would not be allowed to forget what he had done to those little girls for the rest of his life. He would suffer torment through his natural life and then he would go to a place called eternal death row. Justice was served.

 

When No One Is Home

It was Friday night when Stephanie Miller was making plans to go away for the weekend. She got with some of her friends and they were going to go up to the mountain cabin which belongs to Christopher’s parents. Christopher was Stephanie’s best friend. They have been friends since elementary school when he put gum in her hair. Everything was set and plans completed. Now it was up to everyone to show up so they could head out.

Stephanie lived alone in a big tan three story house which her grandmother left her with her passing. It was her inheritance and she loved this old house and can remember all of the memories that came with it. The first day she went to see it after the funeral, she walked in and couldn’t resist touching the polished oak stair banister, and the smell of her grandmother’s perfume lingered in the house. As she walked through the house, she could see all of the old pictures on the wall and the beautiful furniture left behind. She removed the sheets from some of the furniture to expose the satin and plush upholstery on the very antique furniture.

She has lived in this house in the past two weeks after her grandmother’s death and her friends helped her move in. Stephanie has kept all of the furniture that belonged to her grandmother in the house and just added a few pieces of her own. The house was built back in the eighteen hundreds and has been in the family since. There are claw-footed tubs on each floor, a wood burning stove for heat on each floor, and the house sits on four acres of land that is just so gorgeous. There are trees surrounding the property and the nearest neighbor is three miles away. Anyone would be foolish to not want to live I this house. It has a history about it.

While Stephanie was waiting with her bags packed for the weekend, she did a final walk around the entire house to make sure everything was closed and locked up. She checked each floor and room for any open windows and made sure the back doors were closed. As she was coming back downstairs from the third floor, she tripped and fell down a few stairs hitting her head and knocking her unconscious. She laid there on the floor for hours while her friends had come and gone thinking she wasn’t home. There were a few missed calls on her phone and she wasn’t aware that she had missed them.

By the time Stephanie woke up, she figured out that she had a large lump on her head that was sore. She realized that she had fallen and when she got her composure, she looked around and found her phone noticing that she had missed a few calls. She managed to get up off of the floor and immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded. Grabbing the wall, she made her way to the nearest bedroom to lay down. Stephanie had no clue if she had a concussion or not but once she laid down the room started spinning. She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Halfway through the night, Stephanie woke up to strange noises throughout the house. She laid in the bed for a few minutes listening, but only thought of it as the house creaking, critters running through the attic, or the wind blowing some of the shutters against the house. They didn’t seem to be really concerning so she tried to go back to sleep. Then, the noises seem to be coming from inside the house and she sat up startled that there might be someone in the house. Stephanie jumped up out of the bed and went to the doorway and crept to the stairs looking down at the first floor when she spotted the shadow of someone walking through the house.

In fear, she tried to sneak downstairs to see if she could identify the person inside her house. All there was to follow were shadows and that she could not get close enough to see who it was. While creeping around she bumped into a vase sitting on the floor causing it to crash against the floor and breaking. Startled, the shadow began walking towards the noise of the vase breaking and Stephanie did all she could to get out of sight. She hid in a nearby closet watching as the intruderwalked by hoping that she would not be found. She listened as he stumbled through the dark house until she noticed that he, in fact, turned on one of the lights in an adjacent room.

At this point, Stephanie was now feeling anxiety because it felt like her skin was crawling and she could feel the sweat beading down her body. Her breathing became shallow as she wondered who the intruder was and what they were looking for in the other room. Did this person think no one was here? Could it have been someone who knew she would be going away for the weekend? These are all of the things that went through her mind as she clutched the closet door watching for her intruder. She closed her eyes briefly and prayed that her intruder would not find her.

She listened as the intruder fumbled through drawers in that room like they were looking for something. Stephanie could not even think about what they could possibly be looking for. She had not finished unpacking her belongings and there were still things of her grandmothers in the house that Stephanie had not cleaned out. She almost began to cry as she slipped down to the floor. The noises got louder as the intruder moved about the room. It was a bit curious how he was looking through a room that no one had lived in for years unless there was something in there that someone had hidden.

Stephanie’s mind began wondering until she heard the intruder come out of that room and go to the next. He was going from one room to another searching, but what could he be searching for? Stephanie gathered her thoughts and wits about her and slowly opened the closet door. She was being very careful as to not make any noise as she crept into another room looking for the phone to call the police. She fumbles around feeling for the telephone in the dark. When she finally finds it, she begins dialing nine-one-one, but before the operator answers, she hears the intruder coming outside of the room he was in. Stephanie quietly lays the telephone on the counter and within a split second is creeping to her next hiding place. She retreats to the pantry and slips inside closing the door behind her.

She quickly finds a few big bags of potatoes stacked up and retreats behind them. Stephanie hears her intruder come walking into the kitchen and then stops right outside the pantry door. Her heart almost skips a beat thinking he is going to find her until she hears him hang up the telephone. Now she is worried because that just told him that someone else is in the house. She waits to see what he is going to do and then hears him walk back up to the pantry door. Stephanie feels her eyes start to water and tears running down her cheeks afraid for her life. She sits and waits. Then, he opens the pantry door and steps inside. She gets herself together and places her hand over her firm pinkish lips trying to mask her fear. He walks around the pantry looking and does not take one step towards the potato stack where Stephanie was hiding.

She tries to peek through the bags to get a glimpse of the intruder who has invaded her house. All she could see was a silhouette of a man. She could not get a good look at him as he turns to walk out of the pantry closing the door. Stephanie then sighs a sense of relief as she hears him start to climb the stairs. The minute she thinks he is upstairs, she slips out from behind the potato stack and walks slowly over to the pantry door. With her shaking hands, she reaches for the door and slowly opens it sneaking a peak outside to confirm that her intruder was nowhere in sight.

With no sight of him, she walks quickly but quietly steps outside of the pantry and walks back over to the phone. She picks it up and begins dialing nine-one-one again hoping that an operator will quickly pick up. Facing the cupboards with her back to the rest of the house she cups the telephone with her hand preparing to talk to an operator when suddenly a hand comes around from behind her putting a cloth to her face. His hands grip her arms as she tries to struggle and she quickly gives up as she starts to fall asleep. She had been chloroformed and taken hostage.

A few hours later, Stephanie had woken up to a blindfold on her face covering her eyes. She was not able to see her attacker which she knew to be her intruder. She could hear him breathing and walking around the room. She even smelled his musk cologne that was a bit strong for any man to wear. She heard him walk closer and sit down in a creaky chair. The sound of a switchblade opening makes her cringe and then the anxiety sets in as with a shaky voice she calls out to her intruder. “What do you want?”, and gets no reply. “Who are you, and why are you in my house?”, she cried out, and again no reply.

Suddenly, the man speaks in a low voice to Stephanie asking why she was home and not with her friends on their weekend getaway at the cabin? That right there made Stephanie aware of the fact that her attacker was close to her or her friends because he knew such vivid details. Again, he asked why she was home and the only thing Stephanie could say is that she fell and was knocked unconscious. As she spoke she could feel the coldness of the blade as he held it lightly against her neck. She was afraid to swallow that it might make the knife cut her.

The intruder began mumbling to himself where Stephanie was unable to make out his words. She could hear him pacing back and forth getting more frustrated. Then he turned to Stephanie and asked her where the money was. Stephanie was a little perplexed at the question and asked him, “What money?” which angered him and then he slapped her across the face. He again asked her “Where was the money?” and if she didn’t tell him what he wanted to hear he was going to hurt her. Stephanie became scared for her life and told him in a shaky fearful voice that she had no clue as to what money he was talking about. She informed him that she inherited the house and estate and was told that there was no money involved in the will.

As his anger grew, he told her that her grandmother had money hidden somewhere in this house. This was news to Stephanie and she again pleaded with him to let her go and that there was no money that she knew of. Her intruder began to laugh as he took the knife and sliced it across her forearm forcing Stephanie to scream in pain. She began to cry and pleading for her life. It was a never-ending argument that caused bodily harm to Stephanie. With each answer that was useless to him, he created a bloody mark on her body. She could feel the blood trickle down her arms and the sting where he had cut her. She eventually thought that he was going to kill her.

After hours of agonizing pain to her limbs and face, Stephanie started to give up hope and wished for death. The intruder was turning into a ranting lunatic as he paced back and forth across the room. Suddenly, Stephanie could hear the faint sounds of police sirens in the distance and surely hoped they were coming to rescue her. She listened very carefully for them to arrive but made no notice to the intruder that she could hear them as he was still commenting in his ranting and raving getting louder and louder that he, himself, could not hear them.

Then she heard the sirens stop and feared that they were not going to find her. The only thing she could sense of where he had her was the musky smell of mold and mildew and she then knew that he had her in the basement of the house. With the sirens stopped she wondered if they were outside looking for anyone to be home. Faintly she heard someone knock at the door but it wasn’t loud enough for the intruder to hear it. Then she heard another knock and a man announce they were the police. This time the intruder thought that he heard someone, but became enraged at the whole situation and began yelling loudly at Stephanie wanting the location of the money. Stephanie pleaded with the intruder to let her go.

She started to make the intruder yell more and louder at her in hopes that the police will hear him and know where she is being kept. Louder and louder he kept yelling at her wanting to know where the money is. Stephanie still had the blindfold on so all she could do is hear the sounds around her. She could sense when he was coming closer to her and again he slid the knife against her upper arm causing her to scream. Stephanie could tell her arm was in bad shape because she could feel a lot of blood running down her arm. She knew she had to be loud for the police to hear her screams.

Suddenly, the door flew open and the sound of men with guns yelling at the intruder to put down the knife and put his hands up. The intruder replied that he was not going to put the knife down and that they should leave. The police again yelled out for the intruder to drop the knife or they will shoot him. Stephanie heard the intruder step closer to the police and then a gunshot rang out. She heard the thump of a body hitting the floor and that it was her intruder who was swearing and moaning about being shot. She could hear him cursing at the police and that someone was walking closer to her.

She felt someone standing right next to her and that something was reaching around her. Was she being saved? Finally, a man had slowly taken the blindfold from her eyes and Stephanie squinted for a minute as to allow her eyes to focus. Once she could see, she looked up to the man standing in front of her. It was a young, tall police officer who had very hazel eyes. He asked her if she was okay and looked down to see her wounds. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a handkerchief to which he began wiping and addressing her wounds.

While the officer was attending to her wounds she was trying to see around him to identify her intruder. As she switched back and forth to look the young officer was asking her to sit still so that he can get her bleeding wounds under control. She looked down and saw the tortuous wounds her intruder left. Her arms were covered in blood and some of the cuts needed stitches. The young officer helped her up and wrapped a blanket around her trying to comfort her. He began walking her towards the door and noticed the intruder from behind and that he was handcuffed. The further she walked towards the door, the closer she got to recognizing her intruder.

Once she could see his face, she identified him as her best friend. He was the boy she grew up with and then he looked at her. Stephanie could feel his icy stare on a blank face. She stopped walking and just looked at him. Stephanie was in shock that her lifelong best friend could be capable of such an act. She felt disappointment and crushed that her best friend could harm her like this. She walked up to him and with an open hand she reached up and slapped his face before spitting at him. He looked at her and them mumbled to her calling her a stupid bitch.

The young officer then took her up inside the house and out the front door where paramedics were waiting to tend to her wounds. While sitting on the back of the ambulance, Stephanie watched as the police escorted their prisoner out of the house and into the back of a police car. He looked back from inside the police car and gave Stephanie such an evil smile like he would be back. Then, an officer came over to Stephanie while paramedics were stitching her wounds up and asked if she would like to press charges. Stephanie could not take her eyes off of her best friend handcuffed and sitting in the back of a police car, but she did nod and say “Yes”. The officer then began taking her statement as to what transpired during the time of her captivity.

Once the report was done, Stephanie also asked if she could have a restraining order placed on her intruder in case he is released. The officer noted it in the report and then proceeded back to his patrol car and began driving away with her best friend in the back seat. As the paramedics were finishing her dressings on her arms, a car pulled up with one of her girlfriends in it. She had gotten out of her car and quickly walked over to Stephanie asking her what happened. Her friend was awe of all the bandages Stephanie had on her arms and face. She hugged her friend and stated that she was okay. Stephanie then told her what had happened and who her intruder was. Stephanie’s friend was there for support and stayed the night with Stephanie to make sure she was going to be alright.

The next day, Stephanie’s girlfriend had joined her for breakfast before leaving to run some errands. Stephanie could feel the pain from her wounds as she moved her arms around. Then, it finally hit her that the intruder could have been right about some money being hidden in the old house. After her friend had left, she began going from one room to another cleaning and searching for any lost treasure. Stephanie searched and searched but could not find anything. She searched the house from top to bottom finally ending up in the foyer where a picture of her grandmother hung. She stood there gazing at the picture of her grandmother whom she had admired all her life.

While gazing at the picture, Stephanie noticed a blemish in the picture. Upon further inspection of the picture, she noticed that there was a slice in it and traced it with her finger noticing that there was, in fact, a hole behind it. She slid her hand inside the slit of the picture and behind it, her fingers felt something. With all her might, Stephanie grabbed the picture and took it down from the wall. It was hiding a hole that was plastered over. When she couldn’t remove the plaster, Stephanie went into the kitchen and grabbed a small mallet from under the sink.

She went back into the foyer with the mallet in her hand and began beating the mallet on the plaster causing it to chip away. Once she had half of it removed, she used her hands to grab the other half and pulled the plaster from the hole. She looked inside the hole which was dark before reaching her hand inside. She pulled from the hole what looked to be a letter. She opened it up and saw that it was addressed to her. Stephanie began reading the letter which read that her grandmother had left Stephanie all her estate which included the house and everything in it. She looked at the letter and then looked up at the hole. She again reached her hand inside the hole pulling out a stack of money that was bundled with bank paper. Puzzled by this, she reached in again and pulled out another bundled stack. She did this several times each pulling a bundled stack.

Stephanie could not believe what was going on, but after the last bundle had been pulled out, she began reading the last of the letter. It told her that her grandmother loved her so much and that this money is hers to do what she pleases and that she wishes it could have been more. The letter also stated that there is enough money in total that it would take care of Stephanie for the rest of her life and then some. Stephanie quickly picked up all the bundles with the letter and headed for the living room. She placed all the money on the coffee table and sat on the couch.

Stephanie stared at the money for a bit and wondered how much there was. Her grandmother stated it would be enough to take care of her for the rest of her life. Curious, Stephanie began counting money. One stack was five-hundred thousand dollars and she then began counting another stack which totaled another five hundred thousand dollars. There were still another six stacks to count, but if they are all five-hundred thousand dollars, that would mean that there are four million dollars in total. Stephanie thought that she was about to faint. She had never seen so much money in her life, but the first thought that hit her mind was that the intruder was right about the money and now she sees why he was so anxious to find it.

Stephanie then ran upstairs to her room and grabbed a backpack. When she got back down to the living room, she packed all the money inside it. She was going to take it all to the bank in the morning and open an account. That way she knew it was safe and secure. Stephanie was now a millionaire and very thankful to her grandmother, and to her intruder for making her aware of the money. This is what happens when no one is home.

 

The Undercover Lawyer

It was one of those days when the gavel was becoming irritable for Bethany Starr. Every day was like any other with piles of paperwork and defendants sobbing over their innocence. If you have committed a crime and there is substantial physical proof that you committed the crime, why would you cry innocence? It boggles her mind when she has to sit in front of an inmate hearing his sob story how it wasn’t him yet his face is right there on a camera. This is the life of a lawyer in every courtroom or legal system. Bethany passed her Bar exam and has been an attorney for almost six years.

She is thirty-one years old, married with two children, Michael who is three and Sarah six, and listens to classical music in the evenings in her home office while scouring through case files. Once she has left the courtroom, she remains at her office for about two hours before going home. Her husband is an architect for a firm downtown who usually makes it home before she does. Bethany loves her husband and family so much and tries to spend as much quality time as she is allowed.

Besides case files and jury trials, Bethany hides a secret that not even her husband of ten years knows about. It is something that she has been engaging with since she was a teenager. It’s strange that her husband doesn’t know and cannot even fathom, but she does it and does it well to have it hidden all this time.

Bethany lives a double life. She is a prominent lawyer by day and all those late night hours when her husband Marcus thinks she is working on cases at her office, Bethany is considered a woman of the night. She is a high paid escort who entertains male clients at her office. No one knows about her escapades except her and her clients. Some of which are politicians, other lawyers, and men of high social status. She is not fearful of anyone finding out because she secretly records her sessions with these men to keep quiet. It wouldn’t look good for them to be found out that they are promiscuous outside of their marriages.

Her alibis are genuine because these men can vouch for her being at the office working with them on a case even while they are strapped up and ready for their whipping. This is how Bethany paid her way through college and paid for her exam, not to mention the savings accounts she has opened for her children when they turn eighteen. Everything is grand in the life of Bethany Starr.

While her age might be higher than your normal escort, she has a beautiful body and personality to go along with it. She stands about five-foot-five, a curvaceous body, and lots of imagination to cater to her client’s needs. It’s hard to imagine that most of her political clients, those who crave and thrive off of power, are so submissive to Bethany and want to be dominated.

She fits her schedule to make time for work, time for family, and time for her clients. Bethany is usually at home for the night around eleven thirty. Most days, she comes home after work, helps her husband cook dinner, and spends homework time with her children before heading back to the office to do some “work”. Marcus has no idea of the dominatrix he is married too. He has only been to her office a couple of times but has never gone into her secret file cabinet where all of her kinky tools and costumes are being stored.

When she comes home at night, Bethany usually spends some television time with husband before they retire to bed. She goes into the bedroom grabs some pajamas or a nightie and heads for the shower. Sometimes her husband Marcus even joins her for some intimacy while showering. Bethany does this every day except on Sundays when she attends church with her family. It might be foolish to attend church knowing that you partake in such deviousness at night.

There have been times when Bethany wants to tell her husband but not sure how he will react to her other profession. She does, however, manage to wear sexy outfits and lingerie for him to entice their lovemaking. Guilt is such an evil thing that it can tear any marriage apart, but she knows how to manage it and keep it at bay.

Every morning when the sun is just coming up and starting to shine through the kitchen window, Bethany is in the kitchen making breakfast and bag lunches for her family. The kids love it when she cuts their sandwiches into heart shapes or characters to make them feel happy. When Marcus comes into the kitchen, coffee is ready and he somberly walks outside to grab the morning paper to read with his coffee.

Once everything is done and ready, Bethany is able to sit with her family enjoying coffee and hearing about all their adventures of the previous day. She looks upon her family and smiles knowing that she married well and has the most beautiful children in the world. It gives her a sense of meaning when she looks at how happy everyone is.Then, it’s time for everyone to go to school, daycare, and work as everyone hustles out the front door.

Bethany takes the kids in her car while Marcus drives his truck out of the driveway and down the street. Her first destination is the daycare to drop off Michael with his bag lunch, then to the school for Sarah before heading in to work. She has a full case load today and it is sure to be exhausting, not to mention the clients she is expected to have this evening. There are times where she does burn the candle at both ends but she appreciates the outcome of wealth that it supports.

Once Bethany gets to her office, she is met by another lawyer who has been spying on her activities lately. He takes her into a vacant office and closes the door. He confronts her about her activities in the evenings and implies that he is going to blow the whistle on her to the partners of the firm she works for.

She starts to plead her case to him and tells him how many of her clients are of high social status and that it wouldn’t look for him to say anything. She informs him that she will be making some phone calls and that he would not be working as a lawyer anymore. He rethinks the subject and then offers to be involved as one of her clients. Bethany thinks about it and tells him how much he would have to pay to be a part of her client list.

He thinks about it for a minute and then agrees to her compromise and she writes down a time or appointment for him to meet her in her office and to be ready for whatever he wants to do. She informs him it is a no holds barred event and that he should prepare himself for whatever mood she is in. They both agree to the terms and he walks out of the office leaving her standing there.

She walks out after getting her composure and heads for her office at the end of the hall. Once inside, she writes his appointment down and then makes a few phone calls informing a few of her clients about the conversation that she just had. Bethany did this as a precaution in case things went south with the other lawyertrying to blackmail her. She wasn’t going to just sit and wait to see what transpires from the engagement. It was all set up and arrangements made for her appointment with this shady lawyer who is willing to destroy her life, career, and family.

Bethany heads over to the courtrooms to have a couple of her cases heard. With her ordeal in the back of her mind, Bethany was finding it hard to concentrate on her cases. She has been a star winning lawyer with a happy family and was not going to let anyone jeopardize it. She represented a few clients that morning which two actually got sent to prison for their crimes. Bethany somehow felt responsible for their demise because of her lack of concentration in their matters, but what’s done is done.

After her cases were heard for the day, Bethany headed back to her office but not before stopping at the clerk of courts office to pick up her next few court appearances and some more cases files. She went back to her office setting the files on her desk and then pacing back and forth in her office trying to shake off the feeling of being exposed to everyone of what she truly was. It would be four days until her appointment with the lawyer and she knew she had everything in place in case it went south.

She paced for a little while before grabbing her files and heading home. She could not take the feeling of impending doom and wanted to spend some time with her family. So she got into her car and drove to pick up her children from school before heading home. She enjoyed the ride with her children as she listened to everything that they did or experienced that day. By the time they pulled up in their driveway, Bethany now had a smile on her face.

They climbed out of the car and ran to the front door to their father waiting for them. Michael jumped right into his arms while Sarah hugged his waist. They immediately started rambling off at the mouth of how their day went and both at the same time while they all walked back inside the house.

Marcus had already started dinner and Bethany walked into the kitchen after dropping her files in her home office. They kissed before diving into making the meatballs for dinner which was the kids favorite. They cooked side by side and talked about their day as usual and at that point, Bethany didn’t have a care in the world. The clock was ticking and it made no difference to her now. She was enjoying her family time and that was all that mattered. She even had some intimate time with her husband before going back to the office for an appointment she had.

After her appointment of domination with a city council member, Bethany got back into her car and drove the long way home as to clear her mind so that her husband wouldn’t think there was something wrong. She only had that one appointment tonight so she got to leave the office early which gave her and her husband a little more time together.

Once she walked into the front door of their home, she noticed it was lit with candles and rose petals creating a trail through the house and ending in the bathroom where a nice hot bubble bath was waiting for her. The bathroom was lit by candles and there were small bouquets of roses around the room. She could smell the hint of incense in the air and don’t let me forget her husband who was inside the bath waiting for her.

She slowly undressed as she admired her surroundings before stepping down into the garden tub full of bubbles with her husband. She sat with her back rested up against him as he wrapped his arms around her and kissing her neck. He gently pushed her forward and began massaging her shoulders and back. Bethany was intrigued by her husband’s advances but she was also loving every minute of it.

After bathing and relaxing with one another, they stepped up out of the tub and before she could grab a towel, her husband had it in his hands and began slowly and intimately drying her wet body off. After she was dry, he scooped her up in his muscular arms and took her to their bedroom placing her gently on their bed. He climbed into the bed with her and began making love to his wife. She was so taken by her husband’s approach that she felt it washed every nervous feeling from her body. When it was all over, they lay in each other’s arms talking for a bit before falling asleep together.

The next morning, Bethany woke up so refreshed and new again before the thought hit her that she could possibly lose all of this because of her double life. She bounced the thoughts through her mind about telling her husband or not and facing the truth coming out by a third party which could cause her to lose everything. She battled with these thoughts all day at work and finally decided to tell her husband the truth and risk her marriage and family.

She had two days before her appointment with the lawyer and thought now would be the right time to tell her husband, so she finished up with work for the day and had to think of the right time to tell him. On her drive home, she battled again with the thoughts of how and when to tell him and came up with the scenario of telling him while they lay in bed for the evening. That would be the best time, especially while the children were asleep in case things went bad.

After dinner, Marcus was stunned that Bethany did not leave to go back to the office and immediately thought something was wrong. He began asking if she was feeling alright and sounded a bit frazzled himself. Once they had gotten the dinner dishes done and put the children to bed, Bethany told Marcus she needed to talk to him about something. He immediately started to get nervous and that made Bethany more on edge to tell him.

They sat on the couch together and Bethany reached out for his hand. She began telling him how much she loved him and their family together, but there was something he needed to know. Bethany began telling him of her double life of being a lawyer and an escort. She had been an escort since she was in her late teens and even when she met him. She explained how the money paid for her schooling and that she had savings accounts set up for their children when they turned eighteen.

Bethany described to him how sex was not involved, it was more of roleplaying and domination as the gentlemen masturbated. It was pretty innocent and then she told him of how this lawyer was going to expose her if she didn’t do business with him. There was a sigh of relief from Marcus and it threw a red flag up to Bethany. Why was he being so cool about this? That’s when Marcus told Bethany there was something he needed to tell her. The room got quiet and Bethany got rigid in her posture.

Marcus began to tell Bethany how he was having an affair with another woman while she was at the office during the evenings and even had her in their bed. Bethany sat there and could feel her heart start breaking. How could she not see this coming? The man she loved and bore children too could be sleeping with another woman and even in her bed. Bethany began to cry before the anger surfaced and started asking questions about this woman.

Then she reverted to asking questions as to why he could cheat on her. Marcus had no clear excuse as to why he would do such a horrible thing and that’s when her anger became an issue. She started beating Marcus’ chest crying and telling him how much he was hurting her. He tried to subdue her all while telling her how sorry he was. She asked if he loved her and had received no answer back which made Bethany even more upset.

All this time she kept a secret from her family only to find out he had his own secrets. She thought about leaving him and taking the children but then that would destroy her children, so she moved into the spare bedroom and separated herself from Marcus. He felt so bad and didn’t want to lose Bethany but the damage was done. It is one thing to cheat on someone, but to do it in the same bed you share with your wife, that is not excusable.

From then on out, Bethany and Marcus slept in separate rooms unbeknownst to their children. The trust that was once there has left this happy home. On the day of her appointment with the lawyer, she told him to go to hell and then went to the partners of the firm and told them the truth. She explained how this had been her life and without mentioning any specific names, she told them of all of the high-status gentlemen who were her clients. Being appalled by this new information, the partners had to convene together alone to think about this ordeal. She even told them about the lawyer who was going to blackmail her.

After several hours of discussing and weighing out everything, the partners called Bethany and the other lawyer into their conference room. With all parties in attendance, the partners then gave their decision. They reviewed everything and even the taping of the conversation between the lawyer and Bethany and decided to fire the lawyer for trying to blackmail their best attorney, to which he became very angry and security had to remove him.

Then, on to Bethany’s case, they decided to put her on probation for concealing this information from them and also gave her permission to do what was necessary as far as being an escort as long as it didn’t interfere with her ability to be their best attorney. This was so liberating to Bethany and put her at ease.She was very happy with their decision and it made her think about how she should have told them in the beginning, but what was done was all over with and all parties now know the double life of Bethany Starr.

As far as her family was concerned, it took months before she could look Marcus in the face and even with all the apologies that her husband gave. It wasn’t good enough at that point and Bethany made it very clear how much he hurt her and their family. After about a year of sleeping apart and the agonizing memory of what transpired in her bed, Bethany knew she could never sleep in the same bed that her husband had an affair in and filed for divorce.

She gave joint custody to Marcus, but they remained living in the same house just for the children and asked for no alimony from Marcus. She was more than capable of providing for her family with both careers and her and Marcus split all the bills in half. They came to the agreement that any relationships they had were to be away from the house and their children. Both Bethany and Marcus were hurt by these decisions but they tried to remain friends just for the children’s sake.

So this was the story of a lawyer by day and escort by night whose name was Bethany Starr.She continued to be an escort well up into her forties and her children were well taken care of when they turned eighteen thanks to their mother. As for Marcus, he moved out when the children became eighteen and remarried to the woman he had the affair with.

 

Curse of the Ex-Husband

It was a beautiful day with the sun shining and a cool breeze. I remember that day so vividly. We went to my favorite Mexican food joint and I loaded up on some food to fill my stomach then and some for later. He took me back to my place and we spent a few minutes together before he had to leave. I hated to see him go but he had to get ready for work. So, I saw him off and went back inside to get some rest.

We had been seeing each other off and on and I thought we were getting to know each other. Nope, it wasn’t happening. It came to a day where I had gone away for a few months and he wrote me and kept in touch. He had such a sense of humor that I liked even when he was being sexually frisky. Yet, he was there pretty much most of the time.

While I was away, he wrote me many letters. Some were of how much he missed me, and some were just downright kinky. But they brought a smile to my face. It wasn’t until about a few weeks before I was to get home that he stopped writingme and everything. At first, I thought maybe I did something wrong, or that he found someone else but I tried to keep my hope and spirits up. The day before I was to go home, I finally got a letter from him telling me he will be there to greet me. That brought a smile to my face and gave me a sense of someone wanting me.

The day I got home, he was there with a rose and a bottle of my favorite soda, along with a huge hug. He hugged me so hard and long I think I was going to stop breathing. Once he released me, he asked me to come home with him. I was a little skeptical at first but I decided to take a chance anyway. So, he opened the car door for me and allowed me to get in before closing it back. He lived about thirty minutes from my house in another suburb of the city we lived in.

Once we pulled into this old looking motel, we were greeted by his female neighbor which gave me a bad feeling in my gut. I guess it was the way they looked at each other or the way she looked at me. We stood there doing the introductions and chatting for a bit before heading inside his motel room. I still didn’t like the way she looked at me while we walked inside but didn’t give it another thought once the door was closed.

He immediately gave me another hug and kissed me. We sat down and began talking afterward. We got to know each other a little better before it was all about how freaky and kinky we could get. Sex was amazing but his ego about it was very large. I stayed for about three days locked inside that room completely naked and had the time of my life. It was afterward and a few days later when talking with the female next door that he had asked her to marry him. It floored me for a minute, but it was time to confront him about it.

Her and I both went to him and we talked about what happened between the two of them and it hit me why he stopped writing me. It was because of her and their relationship. I had gotten so mad at him that I left. I stayed away for about fifty-one days with no contact with him trying to figure out why he was like all the rest of the guys that used to be in my life. After so many days  We finally broke the silence and talked and then he came to get me. Once we were back at his place we talked some more and finally worked things out.

I ended up moving in with him and starting out fresh, all of this while maintaining a friendship with her because it wasn’t all her fault. She was a victim in his charade too. Then, I got to find out that his ex-wife was living seven doors down and then we had a conversation about that as well. I didn’t see that he needed someone to help him, but I tried. After a few months went by we got married and started a very new life together. I was working at the college down the street when he came to pick me up and we headed for the courthouse.

Once the nuptials were completed and we were pronounced man and wife he began crying he was so happy. I knew he was sensitive and everything but this should have been a warning sign that I didn’t catch on too. We were man and wife and everyone showed that they were happy for us but I did find it odd that the ex-wife told me she was glad and now he will stop bothering her. Another sign I didn’t catch on too.

We were happy and things were getting easier until the day came that he wanted to move up north where he was born. I had thought about it and it would give me a different scenery and away from the ex and the female neighbor. I thought so anyway until it was told to me that the ex-wife was moving up there too and in with one of her old friends. This was going to make for an adventurous ride for twenty-four hours.

We all got packed up and everything into the rental car and headed for the interstate. We drove half way up and it was getting dark so we stopped into a hotel for the night sharing the same room with the ex-wife. It was disturbing how he wanted to have sex, with her in the next bed. Another warning sign overlooked.

The next morning, we got up, got dressed, had coffee, and were back on the interstate. It was such a beautiful scenery that it engulfed my mind and attention. Once we crossed over into the state he was from, I knew that it wouldn’t be long before we were there. We finally stopped at the exes friends house where we also stayed the night. My husband at the time wanted to find his family and the search began the next day. He must have called several different numbers before finding his sister who was only about five minutes away, so we took a ride over to her house.

They were finally reunited after so many years and it was a happy reunion for both of them. I was introduced to his sister and her family before we ended up staying with her. She was just a couple years younger than me and we seem to hit it off good. We stayed there for a couple of months working day labor employment until we were able to rent the apartment above hers. The landlord was pretty nice and we worked out a deal to move in and we began a new life again in a new place.

I found a better job as a tax preparer and it was bringing in some good money while he worked the day labor employment. Every night when I was coming home from work, he would meet me at the bus stop to walk me home especially when there was snow on the ground. After so many knee surgeries, my knees were still unstable and I almost slip and fall on the ice everytime. Once home he would have coffee or hot chocolate ready to warm me up because it did get pretty cold up there in the winter.

After so long, I did start noticing he was becoming depressed or something because he stopped helping out around the house while I worked. I would work all day and then have to come home to clean the house, do the cooking, wash the clothes, and anything else that had to be done. I spoke with his sister a few times and she even noticed it too. After so long and all the arguments, I finally left and went back down south to my old stomping grounds.

He showed up not long afterward and we reunited and then I found out the ex-wifemoved back down too. There we were a happy family all over again. What really got to me was whenever he spoke to his ex-wife, he called her mother. Hint, hint, another sign I never saw coming. We ended up moving in with her into her new house until we could get back on our feet again. But before moving in with her, we were living at an RV resort where I eventually got a job there which paid our lot rent.

I think that when the owner asked me to work for them and not my husband it did something to him mentally. We started having our arguments and fights, and then he started showing signs of being controlling until one day I said “no more”. I kicked him out and told him I couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t leave on good terms and I was called every name in the book mainly because most of my friends were men and he knew this from the beginning. I have always had a hard time with other females.

After he left, I continued to work there and found a male friend to hang out with. He knew I was hanging out with this guy and that made things worse. My husbanddidn’t believe in a separation and caused all kinds of havoc because he thought that I was cheating on him because we were still married. I had tried to explain it to him until we were arguing again every time. Well, let’s just say that he finally left and moved back in with his ex-wife.

Eventually, my employment terminated because of the resort being sold to someone else and I ended up moving back in with my husband and his ex-wife. It was okay for awhile until my unemployment kicked in and we were able to find our own place. When we moved it was to what used to be an old hotel turned into condos/ offices. We lived in the back section which they called condos.

When the owner found out that I was researching on opening a nonprofit for the homeless he had given me one of the offices. Myself with another girl began setting things up in this new office and I knew as well as my husband that it would be long days of working to get things situated and running. He didn’t care too much for that because at five o’clock he was at the office door telling me it was time to close up and come home.The arguments started all over again because he wanted me to come home so that he could go to sleep. It was a strain until I finally helped him get his disability so that he could help pay the bills.

After so many arguments and it stressing me out to where I couldn’t think straight to work on the nonprofit, I told him it was over and again he went off. I ended up having to get a restraining order out on him because he started threatening my life and the lives of anyone around me. He couldn’t grasp the concept of why I got a restraining order but it didn’t stop him from harassing me. I finally filed for divorce and that threw him into a cycle of destruction because he wanted the attention and for someone to take care of him.

After the divorce was final, he still managed to harass me, even when he had prostitutes living with him. I was his focal point and he did whatever he could to try to get me to come back to him. I wanted to remain his friend but he didn’t want that. His tone then turned to threatening me again and it became too much for me. I even spent a lot of time setting up a national charity walk for which I was going to walk across the United States to raise awareness for the homeless population. I got half way across to Texas before my treasurer went down with an illness which took her life back in two thousand and fifteen. It was traumatic for me because I had just spoken to her a week before she died. I disappeared for a little while to regroup and make things happen for the nonprofit. Everything was going smoothly until we hit a roadblock financially. So for the rest of the year, we had limited services because I was funding the project off of my own money.

My ex-husband and I finally called a truce and tried to become friends. It lasted a little while until I found a distant relative one state up from where we were. She invited me to come stay with her and so my ex-husband moved me up there and he ended up staying as well. I felt bad for him because he was needy and it seemed like he couldn’t live life on his own. After a few months, I finally found a place of my own which wasn’t that great but it was out of my relatives house and it gave me some space from the ex-husband.

I was on my own and started dating someone, when low and behold my ex-husband got thrown out of my relative’s house. He stayed with me for a couple weeks before we could get him into his own trailer on the property. He stayed for a few months before heading back down south to be with his ex-wife before me and his kid. I had been on my own for a couple of years until I married a mutual person that my ex-husband and I knew. Let’s just say that my ex-husband and his ex-girlfriend caused quite a stir and with all the threats of how we need to get our marriage annulled. It became a fiasco there for awhile with all the threatening phone calls, the mean emails, it was something to see.

We have just celebrated our third year anniversary back in October and we still feel like we are on the honeymoon happy and content. Every day is an adventure with one another. It still makes the exes fume and it seems like every year it starts all over again. My ex-husband has since remarried, but get this, they got married the day after our wedding anniversary. Whenever something bad happens in his relationships, I am the cause and he starts crap with me all over again. It is just too funny.

I told my husband, who loves me dearly, that we must be a powerful force since no one wants to see us together. It seems like all hell breaks loose when I post pictures of us online and share how happy we are. In all, it has been a crazy ride and I have found my soulmate and we live happily ever after, sometimes with the reminder of the curse of the ex-husband.

 

Leslie’s Betrayal

Leslie Thompson was your ordinary housewife who was married to a millionaire who belonged to many organizations and even a seat on the stock market. She was your average size with a very athletic build since she seemed to work out every day. She always managed to keep herself up and attractive, especially while her husband’s male guests were around. She wore her blonde hair down and in seductive waves which accentuated her ocean blue eyes. She casually wore skirts and dresses but found time to lay by the pool in a skimpy bikini hoping someone would see her.

You see, her husband was much older than she and had gray hair along with plenty of wrinkles to prove it. His name is Carmichael Thompson and is looked up to and envied by all his associates. He has that perfect trophy wife who dives into their bank account every chance she gets. He works all day and then comes home to his loving and cunning wife who caters to his every whim. She shows him affection and love even though he cannot satisfy her in the bed like a man should. Given his age, he does suffer from erectile dysfunction and does not believe in taking any medication to correct it. He just works, brings home the money, and gives his wifewhatever her heart desires.

They have been married for the better of ten years and have no children between the two of them. Carmichael does have children from a previous marriage which he is very fond of and loves dearly.They are grown and have families of their own each having a trust fund but very profitable jobs. Carmichael hopes that one day his only son of three children will take over his seat on the stock market and carry on his name. His children bring the grandchildren around often so they could know their grandfather. None of which care for the likes of his trophy wife. All of his children know her to be or have doubts that she is nothing but a golddigger who can’t wait for their father to die. When the children do come around Leslie does her best to try and get them to like her and call her mom but they have spoken their peace about that situation.

Leslie has gone through a lot since being married to Carmichael especially with foreplay and no sexual contact. For ten years they have had a sexless marriage and she has been kind for long enough. When other male associates are around, he doesn’t see the exchange of signals between them and his bride. She has become notorious for trying extracurricular activities while her husband is away on business. Some of his closest associates have tasted of her sexuality. She has become a harlot in the worst way, until one day when she noticed someone moving in next door. She got herself together and decided to welcome the new family to the neighborhood.

As she walked over she couldn’t see anything but this handsome, athletic build of a man carrying boxes into the house. His hair was a dirty blonde but well kept, his face dusted with a bit of dark facial hair, wearing a white tank top and blue jeans that just made his butt say “Come to Papa”.  He was gorgeous and had a slight tan to his skin. She almost couldn’t take her eyes off of him but had too before walking right into his mailbox. Leslie made her way up his driveway and started talking to herself as she was figuring out what to say to him. She stumbled over many words with excitement.

Leslie finally made it up to the truck where this handsome neighbor was unpacking it and she finally caught his eye with a soft and gentle hello that slipped from her red lips. He stopped with a box in his arms and said hello back. He quickly introduced himself to her and she responded back with her name. His name as she heard it be was Peter. They had a quick conversation for Leslie could not keep her eyes from his masculine body. She also noticed that Peter could not take his eyes away from her slender body, admiring the sultry cleavage from her blouse. They exchanged a little conversation which had gotten a little personal like was he married, any kids, and she told Peter nothing of her husband. That would be her secret.

Peter stated that he needed to get the truck unpacked and returned before a certain time and that they would see each other again. Leslie took that statement and ran with it thinking her day may have come that she would finally be sexually satisfied by a real man. As she walked back towards her house, Leslie was grinning from ear to ear with excitement. She almost felt like a balloon ready to pop. When she made it back to the house she noticed a voicemail was on the machine and when she hit play it was the voice of her husband, which popped her little balloon, and he was informing her that they would have guests over for dinner.

Leslie had this feeling of dread now because she had to plan dinner which took her time away from thinking about Peter. She dauntedly made the dinner list and gave it to the cook to prepare and then headed upstairs to collapse on her bed and think about those tight, sexy jeans Peter was wearing. She laid there on the bed in a kind of daze picturing Peter in her mind. She had never gone as far as just kissing with any other man and Leslie knew that Carmichael trusted her, with everything. At that moment she was torn between trust and lust. Which would she choose to be her demise?

She got up off the bed and began pacing back and forth across the floor trying to decide what is best for her and her marriage. As she was pacing, she happened to notice out the window that she had the perfect view of Peter’s pool and cabana. Her mind went into overdrive once more. It almost sickened her with having to make a life-changing decision unless she never gets caught. But who’s to say that if Peter finds out she is married will the truth come out? Would Peter actually tell on her to Carmichael? These were decisions she had to weigh out and which would benefit her the most.

Once Leslie noticed the time she ran into the shower to wash away her sin of lust for another man before her husband came home. She did everything she could to get herself ready and present herself as calmly as possible. After dressing, she went downstairs to check on the meal being prepared because Carmichael prides himself on the finest of everything, even his wife. Leslie has many skeletons floating in her closet and fears that only one of them escaping could cost her everything.

She made her way around the house making the preparations for the table and the table settings and as she started to turn around, Carmichael was unlocking the front door and entering with two of his fellow associates plus one. Peter was bringing up the rear following everyone into the house. Leslie looked at him directly and wasn’t sure if she should he happy he was in her house or frustrated now that Peter knows she is married. She was not sure at the moment how to respond until Carmichael introduced them and Leslie replied back that she had met him earlier that day as he was moving his personal things into the house next door. Peter just smiled and confirmed that they had met each other earlier in the day.

Carmichael had excused himself and Leslie from their guests to have a few words with each other. They moved into Carmichael’s den and sat on the sofa together when Carmichael was informing her that he ran into Peter coming up the drive and invited him to dinner. She was pleased with her husband’s decision and leaned forward kissing him and telling him how much she admired him. After speaking with each other and showing affection they got up off the beige sofa and walked back in where their guests were waiting.

Carmichael was informed that dinner was ready and asked that everyone join him in the dining room to enjoy a well-cooked meal. Everyone met in the dining room and seated at the old cherry oak dining table. Leslie happened to notice that Peter was seated right across from her and smiling. At that point, she thought she would be sick but kept pursuing the decision in her mind to betray her husband’s trust so that she might have one night of pleasure or do not think about it anymore. Leslie was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t even hear Carmichael talking to her. She was startled suddenly when Carmichael reached out for her hand to regain her attention. She quickly apologized for being so rude and he asked his wife again if she was feeling well to which she replied “yes, I’m fine”

With everyone seated around the table, it was time to eat this magnificent meal and enjoy some good conversation among friends. Leslie really wasn’t in the good conversation mood because she had to look directly across the table to a man she wanted so badly. She looked at Peter and then to her husband Carmichael and back to Peter. This was becoming very stressful for Leslie to handle. She could not let anyone see how uncomfortable she really was sitting there. Through listening to the conversation between the men she did pick up on the fact that Peter was not married, nor did he have any children. He was an artist who made a living showcasing his work, which proved to be elegantly profitable. The night carried on until it was time to say good night.

Carmichael with Leslie in arm escorted everyone to the front door and bid them good night. Once everyone was gone and the door locked Carmichael turned to his bride to give her a passionate kiss for the evening. He told her to go ahead on to bed as he had some work to do in his den before retiring for the evening. Leslie smiled and agreed and headed up the stairs as Carmichael looked on. Once upstairs, Leslie had disrobed and put on her sleeping gown for bed but not before looking out her bedroom window and seeing Peter walk around his backyard by the pool. He wasn’t on his phone, so why would he be pacing around when suddenly he looked up towards Leslie’s window and saw her standing there looking towards him. Peter stopped pacing long enough to give a quick wave to Leslie before walking back into his house.

Now Leslie was curious as to what he was thinking about that had him pacing with a puzzled look on his face. She was still left with the decision of betraying her husband to be with another man or keeping things together with Carmichael. What was Leslie to do? Her body craved the touch of another man but her mind was on her marriage of wealth. If she were to betray Carmichael’s trust she risked losing everything for one night of passion. With that thought, she retired to her bed and fell fast asleep.

About two o’clock in the morning, she was awakened by Carmichael coming to bed. He got undressed and then put on his silk pajamas before climbing into bed with his faithful wife as he knew her to be. He snuggled up to her, kissed her cheek and softly whispered good night in her ear before falling off to sleep.

The next morning, Leslie woke up to the sun shining brightly through her windows and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. She got out of bed and wrapped her robe around her shoulders before heading downstairs. As she entered the kitchen, she gazed upon Carmichael sitting at the breakfast nook enjoying a hot cup of coffee and reading his daily paper. She walked over to him kissing his cheek and sensually saying good morning my love. Carmichael replied the same greeting back to her as he flipped through the pages of the newspaper. The maid had gotten her a cup of coffee as Leslie took a seat at the breakfast nook with her husband. Even though they were not really sexual with one another, Leslie did enjoy her husband’s company and conversation.

After finishing his first cup and while the maid was pouring his second cup, Carmichael had informed Leslie that he would be leaving for a few days to handle some business overseas. She was a little taken by his information as now she would be left alone in this house fighting with her self-conscious mind. She smiled at her husband and asked when he would be leaving. Carmichael told her that a car would be here for him in about an hour to take him to the airport. She reached for his hand and covered it with hers while looking Carmichael straight in the eyes smiling and telling him to have a good trip and she will miss him very much. Carmichael placed his other hand on top of hers stating he would miss every minute without his lovely bride. After which he stood up and wrapped his paper under his arm and headed back upstairs to pack and get changed.

Leslie watched her husband walk up the stairs and out of sight before she was biting her lip and playing with the four-karat diamond ring on her finger. Would she take advantage of her husband’s trip away from home to kindle the fire that burns inside her? With his bags in hand about forty-five minutes later, Carmichael comes down the stairs and to the front door where Leslie meets him. He kisses his wife’s lips and hugs her tightly whispering how much he loves her and that he will see her soon. She smiles at him and tells him that she loves him dearly and will miss him each day that he is away from her. After saying their goodbyes, Leslie watches standing at the door as her husband walks down the steps and into the black sedan waiting for him. As the car pulls away, Carmichael blows a kiss to his bride and she returns it with a wave as she watches the car pull down the drive and disappearing behind the trees.

Now with Carmichael gone Leslie is contemplating whether she attempt it with Peter or save herself for her husband. She goes back upstairs and over to her window where she sees Peter in his yard sitting on a lounger next to the pool and gazing up at her window. Leslie wonders if he has the same dilemma which is taking the chance of being together with a married woman without the husband finding out. Peter notices Leslie in the window and gives a small wave to her and she gives a wave back. She starts to blush and walks away from the window still biting on her lip. Leslie then gets dressed more appropriately for the day and before she can get down the stairs there is a knock at the front door.

Upon opening the door there stands Peter in a white tank top and some tight blue jeans. Leslie is dumbfounded as to why he is at her door. Peter says hello and asks if she would like some company. Leslie hesitates for a minute but then agrees to let him inside. The walk into the sitting room and both have a seat across from each other before starting their conversation.  Peter asks her how her morning is going and tells her he saw Carmichael leave with bags in his hands. Leslie tells Peter that she is doing good so far today and that Carmichael had a business trip to attend too. When she informs Peter that Carmichael will be away for a few days she can see the tiny smile on his face as it lights up.

Peter then begins the conversation of how long they have been married and do they have children before popping the question was she happy in her marriage. It kind of threw Leslie off that a man she just met would ask such a question. As much as she wanted to lie about it, she found herself telling Peter how unhappy she was in her sexless marriage. Peter seemed to sympathize with her being that he has been single for quite some time. They sat and talked for at leat a few hours getting to know one another before Peter had another appointment he had to attend too. Leslie walked him to the door and before she could say goodbye, Peter had her in his arms and pushing his lips against hers. She almost felt as if she was melting being kissed so passionately by Peter. She lost herself in the moment and found her arms wrapped around him feeling his masculine body as she pulls it towards her. One they broke their lip lock away from each other Peter then bid her a good day and walked down the steps.

Leslie was in awe of such a kiss and the thought of her husband was nowhere in her mind. She had not been kissed like that in a long time and it felt so good. She felt a little weak in the knees and she could feel the smile on her face from one side to the other. She closed the door and stood up against it as the feelings of euphoria ran through her body. Peter was making her decision hard to make but then again making it much easier for her to fall into the web of deception. Would she make the decision to betray her husband’s trust with the other man?

Later that evening, Leslie was lounging out back by the pool in a very thin summer dress with spaghetti straps reading her favorite book when suddenly a pair of hands wrapped around her eyes. It startled her but then she felt warm moist kisses on her neck which made her drop her book to her lap as she laid her head back and enjoyed those kisses as they went all the way around the back of her neck until those lips met hers. She reached up and grasped at the hands covering her face and pulled them away to see Peter’s eyes staring back at her. She then closed her eyes and relaxed in his arms as she tasted his lips and felt his hands caressing her body.

Leslie became aroused to the point where she couldn’t control it and found herself in a situation where there was no return. She laid there feeling Peter’s hands caressing and exploring her body before she started to take off his shirt to rub her hands over his masculine chest. There she was betraying her husband with another and it didn’t seem to bother her because she was lost in the moment of ecstasy. Her hands caressing the sides of his face as she melted in his arms. Leslie knew there was no going back from her thrilling moment of euphoria and it was bound to happen anyway.

The feeling and moment had ended up in the same bed she shares with her husband. The kissing and rubbing and bodily juices being shared with one another. How could she keep this secret from her husband? How could she have betrayedher loving and caring husband who would have given her the world had she only asked for it. Leslie’s mind and body were being taken over by Peter’s seduction. Her body was giving in and she could stop it. It all happened so fast and lasted most of the night.

The next morning, Leslie rose up in bed to find Peter gone and the bed a mess. She had at the moment realized what she had done but felt no remorse. She felt revitalized and fresh as if stepped right out of the fountain of youth. One night of passion had renewed her body and spirit. Leslie felt alive again but then the thought had hit her, what about Carmichael? How was she supposed to keep it a secret of how good she feels? Would Peter, in fact, betray her and tell Carmichael of her infidelity? Everything was up in the air now and Leslie didn’t know which way to turn.

Leslie had hidden away for a few days to rethink her actions and to what she was going to tell Carmichael if the situation arises. She was dumbfounded by everything going on and how her emotions were overbearing. She really had no alibi for her actions and her thought would be to tell Carmichael the truth then have him find out from someone else. She pondered on this for awhile before coming to a conclusion.

It was the day before Carmichael was due home and Peter had made an unannounced visit to which he again seduced Leslie into her bed and took every measure to pleasure her before her sexless husband came home. It seems he would be the one to pleasure her while her elderly husband was away on business trips. Again she fell for his seductions and ended up in the bed she shares with Carmichael. With all the pleasure and ecstasy around her, it was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

In the midst of her euphoria, she was unaware that Carmichael had just walked in the front door a day early from his trip. She was feeling every emotion and erotic feeling course through her body but once her eyes opened she saw Carmichael standing beside the bed in disgust. Peter had jumped up quickly putting his jeans on while Leslie covered her body with the very sheets she had soiled with another man. Carmichael could not get words to protrude through his lips but Leslie could tell he was not happy about his find.

Leslie was quick to try and explain things to Carmichael who just threw his hands up and walked out of the room quietly. She had also jumped up and threw her robe around her body covering it and following Carmichael down the stairs. He was in no mood to discuss what he saw and headed straight for the liquor cabinet. Peter then came down the stairs trying to defend Leslie and taking the blame for what had happened, but Leslie had already betrayed Carmichael not once, but twice now. Her emotions were all over the place, she was confused, scared, guilty, and overall she hated herself for betraying Carmichael who did anything but love and adore her. Now she has lost the trust from her husband, the one she gave vows of faithfulness too.

After swallowing down two shots of cognac, Carmichael then turned to his soiled bride and asked her to pack her things. Leslie dropped to the floor hugging Carmichael’s waist begging for forgiveness but none was to be found. She had betrayed her husband’s trust and that she would not get back. He asked her one more time nicely and calmly to go pack her things and he would call a cab for her. Leslie cried even more, pleading for another chance but her remorse and pleadings were shrugged off by the man who adored everything about her.

Carmichael then seeing that Leslie was not going to move to go pack her things demanded the maid come into the room. Once she arrived, Carmichael demanded the maid to go and pack his wife’s things and put them on the front walk. The maid being confused by such an order that she hesitantly went up the stairs to begin packing. Leslie was in distraught by now about what she had done and kept insisting that Carmichael forgive her and give her another chance. Carmichael did so very gently pushed Leslie away from his body and demanded that Peter takes her to his house since he was so wanting to romance her. Peter looked at Carmichael with doubt in his eyes that Carmichael will not forgive Leslie for being an adulteress and grabbed up Leslie gently and walking her back up stairs to get dressed and to get her things.

Once Leslie was dressed, Peter had escorted her to the front door with bags in hand and outside tho the walk. Leslie stopped and looked back at Carmichael who had so much disgust in his eyes that he could not even look her in the face. She again begged for his forgiveness and all that was to come from Carmichael’s lips were the words, “you will be receiving divorce papers in a few days”. Leslie broke down and almost collapsed into Peter’s arms after hearing those words from Carmichael. The words that she dreaded to ever hear from him.

A taxi soon showed up for Leslie and her things, but Peter had asked her to come to his house until she could find a place of her own and get on her own feet. Peter then sent the taxi away after giving him a tip for showing up and carried Leslie and her things over to his house next door. Crying and sobbing all the way over while looking back at Carmichael as he walked back into the house closing the door saying goodbye to Leslie.

 

Barbara Meet Jane

It seemed like any other ordinary day take my daughter to school, run some errands, and pick her back up from school. But things have been going a little haywire lately and without a reason. I have been losing time and one minute I’m here and the next it seems I’m across town. My name is Barbara Sellers and I am married to a wonderful, loving, and very supportive man named Tim. We have a nine-year old daughter named Kelly, and I am a registered nurse at the county hospital. I have been in nursing for over twenty years and only six years at this hospital. We are here in Chicago where we have lived since Kelly was born. My husband Tim is an engineer for the county so we are pretty well off. My daughter needs or wants for anything. She has plenty of friends that always come over and there is a sleep over like every other weekend. I feel like I have seven daughters instead of just one. They are a handful but my husband and I manage.Well things have been going normal except for a few time lapses here and there. It seems like I fall asleep in one place and wake up in another. It feels pretty odd and I have been to see counselors and therapists with no prognosis in sight.

One day I went to pick up my daughter from school and we stopped at a local store to get things for dinner. When we got home, my daughter went to her room and I started putting things away and getting ready to make dinner. Then it happened again and all of a sudden my daughter was standing in front of me crying and afraid of me. I became apologetic and asked her what happened. She said that I came into her room yelling about how lazy she was and then I started throwing small items at her. I feel so bad because I don’t remember any of this, I was just in the kitchen making dinner. I grabbed her and hugged her tightly telling her how sorry I am. She just laid her head on my shoulder crying.

When my husband got home, we sat him down and told him what happened and he was really concerned about what was going on. We put our heads together and tried to come up with a plan of action so that we can find out what is going on. Instead of me picking up our daughter, my sister-in-law would be picking her up and not bringing her home until Tim got home from work. I searched diligently for someone who could possibly help us in our situation. I scoured the yellow pages for professional help where I found a psychiatrist who deals with hypnosis. I called her and made an appointment for my husband and I to go see her the next day.

When we got to her office, she met us in the lobby of the building and we followed her back to one of the therapy rooms. She introduced herself as Doctor Victoria McClain and offered for us to have a seat and make ourselves comfortable. The was a table with coffee and snacks on it if we got hungry but sitting there in front of us was this tall woman with an athletic frame, somewhere in her thirties, with a short new style haircut. She was clean and looked professional. When she asked what the problem was, we informed her of the time-lapses, memory loss, and other minor instances. She asked how our home life was and we told her it was great except for the things happening lately.

She seemed very interested in what “things” were happening. I told her about the instance with my daughter yesterday, how it feels like I fall asleep in one location and wake up in another location. Doctor McClain sat there taking notes and asked what else has been happening and how long these things have been happening. I couldn’t exactly tell her when they started because of the memory loss but that it was putting a strain on my marriage and the relationship with our daughter. Our whole routine has changed because my husband is concerned about our daughter being alone with me. I should be allowed to be with our daughter even alone, but we both feel that it isn’t safe.

After trying to remember and explain everything, she came up with a prognosis of depression and anxiety for which she wrote out some prescriptions. I couldn’t believe that I was depressed and that was more than anyone else was saying. At least now I have some hope of getting better. My husband was relieved to know that we have an answer now and we can start treating it and getting back to normal. We picked up my prescriptions on the way home and I immediately started taking them.

Tim thought that it would be better if my sister-in-law would still pick up Kelly since the doctor said it would be several weeks before the medication built up in  my system or showed any effects. So I sat at home during the day after running errands to see how the medication would make me feel or act. I felt fuzzy for a few days and it happened again. I fell asleep in one place and woke up in another. This time it really freaked me out and I called the doctor. She stated that it would take some time for the medication to stop everything and get it under control so I should have patience.

Days went by and then weeks and I thought the medication should be working by now so I asked my husband if I could pick up Kelly and spend some quality girl time with her. He was hesitant at first but he knew I had been taking my medication regularly and I seem to be fine. He agreed to let me pick her up and when I did we went out for dinner since Tim was working late. We sat there eating and laughing while she told me how school was. Then, things got a little crazy again.

This time with the time-lapse and memory loss it happened in a social setting and when I realized what happened I had the store manager in front of me asking me to leave. When I asked him what happened he told me I became belligerent with other guests and started screaming at my daughter. He asked me to leave or he would call the police. So, we got up, picked up our food and headed for the door. Once inside the car, I called my sister-in-law to come get Kelly until Tim got home. We sat right there in the parking lot until she showed up to get Kelly. I squatted down and gave Kelly a big hug and kiss and told her how sorry I was and everything will be okay. I helped her into the car and watched as she left with my sister-in-law. Then, I immediately called Tim to inform him of what happened and became sort of  hysterical in the process. He told me to stay put he was coming to get me.

When he got to the restaurant, I was sitting in the car like in a daze. When he opened up my door, I started screaming at him like he was a stranger. He tried to calm me down which made it worse. He said that I was not acting like myself and became more concerned. I started telling him to get away from me and that I didn’t know who he was. Then it flipped over to me telling how selfish he was and that my daughter and I should just leave. This was all making Tim upset but he had to keep a cool head and remember there was something wrong with me. He finally just grabbed me and hugged me very tightly saying how much he loved Kelly and I.

Once I calmed down and became myself again I broke down crying and collapsed in my husband’s arms. I had no knowledge of what I was saying or who I was but I know it wasn’t a safe environment for my daughter. I asked my husband Tim to take me to the emergency room for an evaluation and while on the way there he called the doctor and told her what was happening and she agreed to meet us at the hospital. Tim looked over at me and could tell how scared I was that I sat there crying.

Once at the hospital we told the nurse what was going on and that my doctor was on her way. They took me to a room where my husband and a nurse sat with me until Doctor McClain arrived. She came into the room and saw a broken woman crying and scared. She asked the nurse to go get a sedative and she would sit with me. Tim went out to the lobby to call his sister and let her know what was going on. I tried to explain what happened but only Kelly and Tim really know what happened. Tim’s sister brought Kelly to the hospital so she could tell the doctor exactly what happened while in the restaurant.

Once the doctor sat and thought about things, she had me stop taking the medication since it agitated my condition even more. While the doctor was in the room with me and administering the sedative she got a first hand glimpse of what was going on. She got to see the side of me that was causing problems and what had given me the time-lapses and abusive behavior. I became very belligerent and a little violent so the doctor had me restrained to the bed. I fell asleep from the sedative and slept the whole night.

When I woke up the next morning, Tim and Kelly were there watching over me. When I asked them what happened, they told me the doctor has finally figured out what is wrong with me. When I asked him what was it, he said it would be better if the doctor explained it. Doctor McClain walked into the room about fifteen minutes later with some equipment and I immediately thought something was very wrong. She informed me I would be staying another night in the hospital, restrained of course, and under a specific evaluation.

I felt somewhat a sigh of relief but not much of one because I was having to be restrained to a bed for safety. I thought I was really losing my mind. While the doctor and an intern got everything set up, there was eventually a camera mounted and pointed at me that would record everything of that night in the hospital. I felt better knowing we were going to get to the point of everything. Well, everything was ready and my husband gave me a kiss and hug and then my daughter before leaving for the night.

The doctor looked at me and said she would be back in a couple of hours to check on me. She did in fact tell me to relax and that I was somewhere safe and if anything happened it would be recorded. I hesitantly told her okay and started staring at the ceiling while I laid there. She smiled at me and left the room. The door was closed and an intern posted up at the door in the event of anything happening. I began feeling very weird and agitated and then I went blank for what seemed like a few minutes before opening my eyes and seeing Doctor McClain standing over me asking me if I remembered anything, which I didn’t again.

She gave me another sedative to help me sleep through the night and tilted the head of the bed up some to make me a little more comfortable. I stayed restrained for the remainder of the night until morning when Tim and Kelly walked into the room. They both gave me a hug and kiss while Tim told me how the doctor had called him last night and informed him that she found out my problem. I was relieved to hear good news and began crying telling my husband and daughter how sorry I was. My daughter Kelly climbed up on the bed and sat next to me telling me it was okay and that I would get better. When I asked Tim what the problem was he told me that the doctor would reveal it this morning to everyone.

Soon after that, Doctor McClain walked into the room smiling and stating how she had good news. When I asked her what the problem was, she had an intern push a television into my room and set it up. I was a little dumbfounded by the setting of a television up to show me what was wrong. When everything was set. the doctor looked at me and told me to remain calm while I watched the video of myself from last night.

The first thing she told me while turning on the video was “Barbara meet Jane”. I looked at her wondering what she was talking about when the video started to play. I saw myself talking to the doctor but those weren’t my words coming out of my mouth. When she asked me my name, the person in the video told her “Jane”, but it was me saying these things. I told the doctor I don’t understand, how is that me telling you my name is Jane when it is me, Barbara. The doctor had me watch some more of the video up until she asked me if I was okay and I replied to her I was. That much I do remember.

Tim was a bit concerned about this video knowing it was his wife but not his wife. Doctor McClain said that I suffered from what is called split personality. I was one person which my mind has separated it into two people. That would account for my time lapses and memory loss. At those moments is when “Jane” came out to play. Although, the doctor has not as of yet discovered where “Jane” came from she is aware of the situation now and can prescribe me the correct medication that would keep :Jane” at bay. She wanted me to come to therapy groups and counseling to learn how to cope with this condition.

I agreed and the first thing I asked afterwards is can I be unrestrained and allowed to sit up? The doctor said it would be okay because she had started me on the correct medication while I slept and that I should be calm now. Once the restraints were taken off I couldn’t wait to hug my daughter and tell her again how sorry I was. She looked up at me and smiled and told me that it was okay because daddy told her that mommy was sick and not feeling well. That melted my heart to hear that. I looked over to Tim and said thank you, he just smiled.

Doctor McClain finally informed Tim what to look for in symptoms and to notify her of any changes immediately. I sat there and watched the rest of the video and could not believe that was me acting that way. I don’t recall anyone named “Jane”. I was glad and excited that we finally found out what the real problem was with me and that it is being treated. I was given time off to get settled with my new medication and new life. It was a paid leave in fact. So our finances would not be hit so hard and I really appreciated it from my boss.

I was finally discharged and allowed to go home with my family in tact. It felt different knowing there was someone else living inside me. I almost wondered if Tim had been having sex with this other me, but I shrugged it off and went home with my family. Split personalities are a mental illness and the person infected has no control over it. There are medications that can help but it also means changing the lifestyle you’re used to and incorporating a new one. Never look differently at someone who has split personalities because one, they almost never can control it, and two it could be someone you love who becomes infected with this mental illness. So be kind to everyone you meet.

 

 

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