Spiel Mit Mir?

"We" had notified Mr turd that the bitch and pencil dick had gone away for a week once we had reported her card stolen I popped out and "to get her some money" In reality I drove to the local mcdoggles and used their wi fi. On my nice, new two week old lap top, I passed on some slightly adjusted mails before returning home.

I gave her £30, and she complained it wasn't enough. I insisted she had no need for any, all she was supposed to do was stay at home and get better. It took a while but she relented.

I went back to work the next day, for lunch I hit mcdoggles again and used the wi fi.

From him to her

lover will get to the new inn around 2 am I am looking forward to talking with you I hope we can put this silly misunderstanding behind us I am in room 212

Chuckyxx

I passed that on

Then from her to him

I will be there around three, remember we are just meeting to talk.

No x's It keeps getting better. But I thought I could improve on it. I sent a slightly different one to him from her

I can't wait lover I want you to rip my clothes off as soon as you see me. Just rip them off me and fuck me I am dripping now at the thought.

J xxxx

When I got home that night she had actually cooked dinner and she welcomed me with a kiss and a beer. Perhaps she had gotten her results through. She was being really nice, I got the impression she was going to instigate sex which intrigued me, I had expected none tonight. Perhaps she really was only going to talk with him. After dinner I continued the work for John, by nine o'clock I had copied and investigated everything he wanted to keep, I checked the mails, neither had mailed the other. I then set the scrubber program running to wipe everything off it.

Once that was done I formatted the disc a few times and left it running to reload windows. Then I went to bed, I soon discovered my earlier suspicions were correct and I got royally fucked.

I had originally thought about waiting at the New Inn and confronting them just after she arrived, but because of the spanner I had thrown into the works I had decided to leave it till after work. I went to work as normal. I set the scrubber program running on my laptop to clean all but the operating system. At five o'clock I left my office and drove to the New Inn.

The car park had several police vehicles in it, I chose discretion as the better part of valour and drove on by. I headed home.

I reloaded John's data all back on his system and once I had done that I called him to come and get it.

Einstein reckons nothing travels faster than the speed of light, I may not be as clever as him, but I know he is wrong. There is on thing that travels faster...rumour.

I hadn't even got to tell him his PC was ready to collect before I was told the police were at the New Inn, apparently according to the rumour mill a jealous husband had murdered his wife's lover.

Oh, I thought, so I wasn't the only dumb bastard getting fucked over by a treacherous tart. Perhaps that what I should have done. I set about plugging my PC back in. John came and fetched his, he had no more gossip to tell me.

I had a visitor an hour or so later, a policeman. He wanted to come in so he and some other officers could search my house. I demanded to know why, and he refused to enlighten me. I thought about being belligerent, but I had nothing to hide so I relented and let them in. A detective and a couple more uniforms turned up ten minutes later, I was pleased I had already agreed to the search when the detective handed me a warrant.

"What are you looking for and why?" I asked.

"Evidence to see whether the attempted murder by your wife has committed was preplanned."

"Pardon?" I asked, genuinely shocked. "What do you mean murder?"

"It seems you wife met with a man today, she stabbed him and mutilated and removed his genitalia. He may not pull through."

I did my best not to laugh as I said. "I hope he lives." I meant it too, I wanted him to know and remember who he played with. Again I say as the great Hannibal Smith often said... "I love it when a plan comes together." But he never had one work this well.