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TPOV

Damn, there are a lot of people in here tonight. I drove all the way out to this Podunk bar because it's usually empty. If I wanted to take some bitch to a hotel tonight I would have gone to Shea's. I wanted a quiet place to drink tonight; I need to think. Ever since we had been on wife swap things have progressively gotten worse.

Theresa had gotten the nerve to stand up to me, well, she lost it again, but that's beyond the point. She would eventually leave causing the perfect family I had built to crumble. It was bad enough a few of the other church parishioners had commented on seeing the episode. I assured them that I was in therapy, AA, anger management all that crap, so far they were buying it but it would only be a matter of time before they caught on.

I headed over to the left side of the bar and ordered a jack and coke from the bartender as I sat down. Obviously this bar was not accustomed to being so busy, it was taking the bartender forever to get a simple drink over to me. I could feel my fingers begin to twitch in anticipation of having a drink. I thought back to Kristi how much harder she was going to be to control once she turned eighteen. She would defiantly leave the house, Sean would be next. With Kristi gone he would rebel even more. My drink arrived and I took a sip. As much as I wanted to down it I realized it may be a while until I get another one around here. I had my plan, now I just needed the courage to go through with it. I glanced up at the clock, it was only ten thirty. I had plenty of time to build up the courage to go through with my plan.

I can't go on living like this. Putting up the false sheared of loving husband and father. In truth they all drive me mad. We can claim we waited so long to have kids because we were waiting until we were financially and emotionally ready but Theresa knows that's a lie. She knows I never wanted to have kids; Shit, I never really wanted to marry her but because of a damn pregnancy scare when we were dating I had jumped the gun and proposed thinking I was doing the right thing.

By tomorrow I would be sitting on the beach in Aruba. They were all just a burden that I no longer cared for. Tonight, I would go home and dispose of them by the time anyone found them I would be on a plane to freedom.

The bartender came by again and offered me another drink. I nodded in agreement as I reached into my pocket to lay some money on the table. I leaned against the bar as the jukebox played a George Strait song. I closed my eyes as I listened to George sing about beaches in Mexico. Soon I too would be on the beach sipping rum out of a coconut.

I felt something bump across my thigh, opening my eyes I was about to turn and cuss the guy out for bumping into me, that is until I saw what was sitting next to me.

"Excuse me." She said rather rudely as she turned her bar stool away from me.

"No, it's okay." I assured her in a desperate attempt to flirt with this beauty. She could bump into me all night. Looking her over I had never seen someone so beautiful. Her face was pure perfection beautiful eyes and large plump lips. Her long blond hair flowed down over her shoulders covering the back of the dress she was wearing. The dress was a small tight purple sun dress. Granted Florida never really got cold, it was still too cold for something like that this time of year. Obviously not from Florida, her skin was so pale.

"My name's Tim." I introduced myself.

She didn't turn back to me, maybe she didn't hear me.

I tapped her on the shoulder, she really should have more close on. Well, not really, but her skin was so cold.

She turned swiftly to face me, her eyes looked cold. "I heard you Tim."

I smiled deciding she was simply playing hard to get, then it hit me. Something about her looked familiar. Had I met her before, is that why she was speaking to me like this? How did I know her? Surely Kristi didn't have any friends this hot. She definitely wasn't from the church. How did I know her? I sat there looking confused.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." She apologized not saying anything else.

I think I mumbled something along the lines of itsokay but I couldn't be sure I was still fascinated she was actually talking to me.

"Your not from around here?" I asked. She looked too young to be hanging around this bar, and I still couldn't place where I knew her from.

"N o." She said not giving any inclination to where she might be from.

"So," I smiled "Do you have a name?"

"Yes." She looked away as she spoke, damn I was loosing her attention.

The bartender came by to get her order. She ordered a sex on the beach, "They're my favorite." She whispered in a seductive voice.

This bitch was going to be mine by the end of the night.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?

"Yes, but he's not here." She said seductively.

I glanced over to the clock and realized I had time to go to the hotel down the street for an hour or so. It was time to make my move. "I know a little place we can go to." I suggested.

She smiled and nodded her head.

"By the way, I never did get a name." Not that the name mattered but it might be nice to know. Remember her as the last woman I slept with in America, I sure wasn't going to do anything with Theresa ever again.

"Lillian" She smiled as I lead her out the door.