All's fair…
Chapter 1: What is wrong with you…
He awoke next to her, but his dreams were again cluttered with another's form. This one was a good woman. She was a fine catch for any man. Her fiery red hair splayed out across the pillow hid her cute face and sea green eyes. The thin sheet barely concealed the clearly nine plus body. She was intelligent, thoughtful and worthy of his trust. And… if you looked up sexy in the dictionary, it would describe her. She was a fine cook, with a good sense of humor. A great lay. Everything most men could ask for in a woman.
Just not him.
She was… convenient, and that's it. Her name was Nancy; he called her 'Nan'. He'd found out how important the name was a few girlfriends ago. He'd found how impossibly impolitic it was to call out someone else's name during sex. His last couple ladies had names ending with 'an' or 'am'. It was easier to cover a slip of the tongue.
She had begun to tell him she was falling for him a while back. So far he'd managed to ignore that messy part. Normally, that would be the signal to him. Time to bail, time to move on… He'd stayed with this one though. He knew his reasons for staying were banal and self serving: She was just far too skilled in the sack. When she spoke of her feelings, he'd nod his head and kiss her into oblivion… jump those sweet bones and go on as if nothing had been said.
He really didn't care what she thought… as long as she stayed for a while longer.
He knew he should feel like shit for doing this to her, but… she was just another in the long line of girls he'd used since… He rolled back over onto his back and reminisced.
High School, College… The nights talking… The first few tentative caresses… The hunger for her touch, her glance, her smile… The first time she had given herself to him, and the times after.
Then, nearly seven years ago, the soul crushing conversation…
'…Jack? Whadda you mean? With Jack? How… when… but I thought…' He had said.
'Well yeah, Jack. What's wrong with Jack? C'mon Freddie, he's your friend!' She had answered.
'But we… you and I have been… I mean I thought…' He had sputtered.
It was her grimace, the slight shake of her head.
The way she had said; 'What is wrong with you?'
The way she had just… walked away. He was sure bits and pieces of him were walking away with her.
He had taught himself to drink shortly after. He'd seemed to be doing exceptionally well at that: If you call getting kicked out of school for drinking while in class doing well. After a few unintelligible months of pissing off everyone that knew him, he'd turned another corner. He had decided that being drunk constantly really got him nowhere, so he'd stopped.
He then put all the pent up tension into school. He moved to Austin Texas and continued his education at UT. He graduated with a Masters in Computer Sciences his, skills being mostly in programming languages. Now, all he did was ruin young women. Just like this one, in the bed next to him. He'd string them along until they had enough of his crap, or he had met some other new victim. In the later case, he just told them goodbye. He gave them no reasons, he wanted no reactions, he would just leave.
He had wandered around the south west for a few years. He mostly worked as a cell phone salesman in shopping malls. Now he was in Sioux Falls, South Dakota doing the same thing: cell phone sales at a kiosk in a mall. He liked malls. The obvious reasons were that it was inside, clean and temperature controlled. But, his real reasons were all the young women that shopped and worked there. Fidelity wasn't something he had concerned himself with for the last few years.
She broke his reverie with a gentle, sensual kiss. One thing led to another, and while in her mind, she made love to him, he thought it was nice to get laid.
A few days later, during a lull in business at his kiosk, he was thinking about old times again. Years ago, while he was in his drunken haze stage, he had heard that Jack had moved to Southern California with who he had thought should be his girlfriend, Sam. Jack had always wanted to be a writer for television shows. He had no idea if that had ever panned out. He also knew that they had married. He'd gotten the invitation while in his last year at UT. He'd avoided that like the plague. Jack's last name was Henning… If he or Sam had a cell phone with his company, it would pop up in a client search.
He typed it in:
SAMANTHA HENNING
Nothing returned. He tried a number of variations on the name, but still nothing. A few customers came to his kiosk; he was busy for a short while, then he ran out of business again. The mall was dead tonight. Then another thought struck him. While he was in Phoenix, he had gotten a call from Carly. She had gone to work for the State Department and was out of the country often. She had been in town for a conference and had some free time one afternoon. They had a late lunch and caught up a bit. Although neither of them mentioned Sam, Carly had said that Melanie had married a fellow named Branson. He'd remembered that since the name was so similar to his. He wondered, and typed in:
MELANIE BRANSON
This time the terminal paused while an account came up…
Jonathon Branson
Melanie Branson
3714 E. Randall St.
Greenville, Rhode Island
Bingo! He scrolled through the account information until he found the credit check when they applied for the service. Another bingo… The check ran far enough back to mention Melanie Puckett. He'd found her sister at any rate.
By then it had been time to close the kiosk. The next few days he was off work and his time was filled with Nancy and another woman named Pam. Pam was… energetic. He'd nearly been caught, but he had avoided that messiness, so far.
Now, back at the kiosk he had time for more 'research'. He searched through the sister's phone records, looking for calls to a Southern California area code. Nothing this month, but last month there was one incoming and two outgoing calls to the same number in the 714 area… that's So Cal he thought, but he had to look it up… It was.
He found the number was registered to their major competition… but getting information wouldn't be a problem for him. He made a few calls and bought a couple access codes and some passwords from repair tech's that he knew… he was set. He knew he would be doing a full on investigation into this. He'd have to be spending more time at his own tiny apartment. He'd have no time for Nancy, so…
After work that night, he went back to her apartment. He'd been spending the majority of his time there, so that wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He found her waiting for him, watching TV. He fucked her on the couch, and again in the shower. Then told her he needed some space, took the few items he kept there and left. It wasn't pretty, but he really didn't care what she said or thought. He was once again, officially single.
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