“I’m sorry,” she said. “I was just—afraid—you know—that I would lose you.
“But, Chester, what are we going to do? We’re going to lose the house—everything,” she cried.
“No, no we’re not. But butthead is going to pay. And, you are going to help me make sure he does. This is for me as much as it is for you. I want you to tell me that you don’t owe this blackmailer anything. Say it,” I said.
“I don’t owe him anything, so there,” she said.
“Okay this is how it’s going to play out,” I said. I spent the next little while explaining to her what she had to do and when and how she was going to accomplish doing it. She just kept nodding as I talked. ******
“You’ve made the right decision, Meagan,” said Don. “You won’t be sorry. And, hubby never has to know, and that worthless bitch of mine doesn’t give a damn anyway, so we’re home free.” His smile was almost sinful in its expression of satisfaction.
He came closer to her. His hands cupped her breasts.
The door slammed open. “Donald Carlton, you are under arrest,” said the cheap suit.
“What the fuck!” he said. He struggled with the two uniforms that cuffed him and led him out. He screamed back to Meagan still not getting it. “Meagan, call my wife to get me out on bail!” Meagan wasn’t listening.
“”I’m right here, Donald,” said Bertha.
“Oh good, tell these guys…” he started.
“You’re going down, asshole, for attempted rape and blackmail if I have my way. I heard the way you talked about me. Get your own bail. I’m getting a divorce, and everything you love along with it!”
He looked from Bertha to Meagan to the cops and started screaming that he was being set up. “She wanted it! She asked me to help her…” “You have the right to remain silent…” The cops were getting it on. Stupid didn’t realize that he had already admitted to blackmail and had been caught red handed in an apparent sex by intinidation: Meagan had played her role to the nines. Mr. Carlton was toast.
The trial on charges of blackmail and attempted rape was summary and without the benefit of jury: the defendant’s choice. The judge, going with the facts, sentenced him to twenty-four months in the state pen.
Cuffed and led out through the front doors of the court house, his head snapped around when he heard my voice.
“You’ll like it at state,” I said. “Well, then again, maybe not. Arrogance doesn’t play well there.”
“Fuck you. I had your wife and she liked it. Remember that one, asshole,” he said, as they hustled him out.
“We have to pay him still,” said Meagan. “I know that we do. I mean the money.”
“I’ve already paid Bertha. She can give him his half when he gets out—or not. Her choice. The money is community property,” I said.
“What! Where?” said Meagan.
“I took out a loan. And I’ve got a job. I’ll pay off the loan; it was cheap at twice the price. I’m gonna make a career out of computer stuff.” I said. She smiled. “I like all of this software and hardware stuff that I’ve been messin’ with.”
Epilogue:
Bertha ended up getting their insurance business. Don ended up getting an extra year for an escape attempt from the minimum security he finally ended up at; his stupidity was almost beyond belief. His new digs were my old digs; he wouldn’t like it near as much as I did.
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