“Scott – what’s wrong?” Brie timidly asked, in a voice so riddled with guilt that she couldn’t have fooled anyone.
“Oh, I don’t know,” I snarled as I continued packing. “Despite what a great fuck your sister was last night I did not agree to swinging or swapping and I want no part of the Jenkins sisters’ sexually perverted behavior anymore.”
Both Brie and Brenda continued to talk but I almost completely tuned them out. I do know that they asked me where I was going and what I was doing, and there was a lot of happy horseshit and sobbing, but I really didn’t focus on anything that they had to say. Within three minutes of their arrival I was carrying my suitcase out of the door with sobs and screams providing background noise.
Not wanting to wait for the elevator I ran down the stairs to the concierge’s desk. Fortunately no one else was there. Within five minutes she had me booked on a flight home, leaving in about two and a half hours, and told me that I could get my boarding pass at the airport check-in machines using my credit card.
I didn’t know how long it would be before the bitch sisters got back home – I didn’t think that they would leave early and forfeit the money that they had already paid for the next four days at our vacation resort – but I didn’t want to take a chance.
I slept in our apartment that night, but by 5:00 p. m. the next day I had moved my stuff into storage and I was at an extended stay hotel. By the end of the following day I had signed a contract on a new efficiency apartment that I could move into at the beginning of the next month and had removed my name from any joint accounts that we had, of whatever type, and had put half of our jointly held cash and stocks into new accounts in my name alone.
I finally got around to checking the messages on my cellphone – which had been turned off most of the last three days – after I signed the contract for my new apartment. There were at least a dozen messages from Brie, three from Brenda, and even one from Jack. I listened to them until they got to the point that they were repeating themselves and/or sobbing. None of them had any detail; all talked mostly about a “misunderstanding.” I deleted them and went into work with theoretically three days remaining on my “vacation.”
My boss and co-workers sensed my unpleasant deportment and didn’t ask any poignant questions. I did leave instructions with the guards at the entrance of the secure facility that I worked at that they were not to allow anyone looking for me into the building without checking with me first. I also had my group’s receptionist only take messages and not pass calls onto me unless they were from a male whose last name wasn’t Jenkins or Postema.
Within a week I had hired a divorce attorney and Brie was served at the apartment I used to share with her three days after she got back from her marriage-ending vacation.
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I didn’t think that anyone from the Jenkins family, or their proxies, could find me since my apartment was a little out-of-the-way and I had leased it using a dormant LLC that I had set up several years ago. That is the LLC was dormant until I infused it with cash a day before I signed the lease as president of the LLC. I knew that eventually I would have to face Brie, but according to my attorney that wouldn’t be for at least six weeks.