Checking Robin’s cell phone, I found that she’d been texting with Spencer. I needed him to take the bait, so I sent a text from Robin’s cell ‘I can’t stop thinking about you. Want to go skinny dipping in the moonlight?’
In under a minute ‘Sure, where?’
‘Lake Moore off of Highway 68. Park away from the lights at the very north end.’
‘Okay, half hour or so.’
Grabbing the bag I’d prepared, from my car, I tossed it into the front seat of Robin’s car. Leaving the kids alone concerned me, but not enough to stall me. I made it to Lake Moore in twenty minutes.
Putting on the dishwater blond wig, to match how Robin normally wears her hair, I waited in the driver’s seat. I filled my left palm with cinnamon powder.
When Spencer pulled into the parking lot, he parked on my passenger side. He exited his car, and opened my front passenger door.
As he backed into the car “Hey little lady, great idea!”
When he turned towards me, he realized she was me. Grabbing him by his hair, with my right hand, I raised my left hand and blew the cinnamon powder into his face. As he was coughing, and gagging, I used my right hand to slam his head into the dash.
I moved quickly to pull Spencer from the car. He was really struggling to breathe as that powder did a much better job than I expected. Like a rodeo star, I had the duct tape over Spencer’s mouth, and his hands taped behind him, in an impressive fifteen seconds. Doing everything with latex gloves on was just one of the precautions I took to not leave easy DNA evidence behind.
“This is what I think about guys that fuck other men’s wives.”
I kicked him in his nuts so hard that he doubled up into the fetal position.
“Do you understand who is in charge here? I may have been mild and meek with Robin, but I’m prepared to kill you if you don’t cooperate.”
With a look of absolute fear, Spencer nodded in the affirmative.
+ + + +
I guess that brings you up to date. Spencer is waiting patiently for my return. I’m a nice guy, as I could just leave him there, all alone. Instead, I popped open the trunk and looked at Robin’s panic stricken face. She was a poster child for a horror movie. Wide eyed, with a look of absolute fear, as tears dripped off the side of her face.
“Come on Robin, it’s not that bad. Let me guess. We can work this out. You’ll give up Spencer. It was just sex. You really love me. You never meant to hurt me.”
Like a bobble head, Robin was nodding repeatedly, as if I would ever believe a thing she said.
“Sorry babe, too little, too late. Don’t worry though, I’m not even going to kill you. You’re going to die of natural causes. Just to let you know what a dumb slut you are, do you remember the day you told Spencer you wanted to ditch your spouses and live happily ever after?”
Robin’s head slowly nodded affirmatively.
“Well two days later he made of video of Sandra sucking and fucking him. You were just the slut of the day. It’s almost comical that you were so naïve thinking he was really into you. Oh well, let’s get the two of you back together.”