Betrayal

When I first laid eyes on Patricia I was impressed. I was home from my second year in college. My one-year younger brother Dillon, also home for the summer from his first year at college; he brought her into the back yard where Mom Dad and I were drinking beer on the deck.

Dillon entered with his arm around her thin bare waist. A natural beauty, long brunette hair waterfalling over her bulging bosom. Shapely legs extending from bikini size denim cutoffs.

HOT ... she oozed sexy in a way that only movie producers seem to capture.

Her stunning figure swayed in a way I'd only seen in movies and strutted on runways by models, her authentic smile and sparkling blue eyes seemed to brighten the already sunny day.

"Ed, this is Patricia." Dillon announced.

She leaned forward a little further than necessary, further exposing her rather large breasts, already barely contained her white cotton halter top, knotted at the valley of her cleavage; she extended her hand.

A huskier voice than I anticipated,

"Call me Trish."

We gingerly shook fingers, I nodded.

"Pleasure." I stated as I ogled her provocative form.

Trish took the seat beside me; my parents seemed to know her well and they started conversing.

Trish was flirty and exuded an aura of fun; and more than once she caught me admiring her assets; but she merely smiled, she seemed to enjoy my attention.

Dad got up to start to grill, mom went inside for food; Trish put her hand on my knee, twisting as she stood, giving me another view of her enticing mountains before following mom into the house. My eyes riveted on her bulging ass cheeks peeking beneath the frayed hem of her Daisy Dukes.

Dillon moved to the seat Trish vacated,

"Isn't she gorgeous, she played hard to get all through high school. The only gal I dated that I never scored with, I think tonight will be my lucky night."

"You went to school with her; I don't remember her."

"She was a grade younger than me so 2 grades behind you. Yet she's only 3 months younger than me, just the way the schools' split birthdays for starting grades."

Dillon went inside to grab us cold beers.

Trish returned with two, handed one to me.

"You don't remember me. I was a grade behind Dillon; we dated a couple times"

I took the beer, she sat again; this time on an angle facing me, only one cheek on her chair, our knees touching.

"No, I don't remember, sorry; I'm sure I'll never forget you now."

"Oh, what a sweet thing to say." Her eyes sparkled, she took a gulp.

"We only dated a couple times in school, Dillon never seemed interested in me as a person; only interested in getting into my pants; when I refused, he moved on to his next conquest."

She tapped our bottles.

"I remember you; all the girls called you a gilf." She smiled provocatively a sinister smirk.

I quizzed, "A gilf, what's that?"

"You've heard of a Milf, right; well, in high school a gilf is a geek I'd like to fuck." She took a longer swig.

"You weren't the typical geek, you had swagger, dressed normal, had a good physique and you didn't wear Clark Kent glasses."

"Well, I wish someone told me, I wouldn't have gone to college a virgin." I chuckled and chugged a major portion of my beer.

"Are you still a virgin?" Trish seemed stunned as she asked.

"I'm not currently active, I am still a geek, most of my time is either studying hard, or working on an A. I. program I'm developing."

A sadness in her voice, "I intended to stay that way until I found my husband."

She lifted her beer, "I went to a club with a fellow I liked, I got wasted and forcibly took my hymen." Fighting tears,

"No man has had me consensually."

Dad announced food was ready, mom and Dillon had the outside table ready.

We ate, drank and visited; after supper, we drank some more, shared stories around the firepit and made s'mores. It became late and everyone went to bed.

I remained on the deck, watching the dying glow of red embers, the sudden 'pop' occasionally sending yellow sparks floating upward into night sky.

My mind thinking about where I am in life, am I on the right path studying so hard, being alone, always devoting my time to an A. I. program that might be worthless. Did I take a wrong turn in high school? Being a gilf and not knowing, am I now anti social? Will I remain a virgin... will I ever find someone?

I drain my current bottle, fantasizing who I might have lost my virginity to a couple years ago.

I lean back, considering the two main options currently before me ... bed or drunk.

I'm listening to the silence, gazing up at millions of twinkling stars.

I decide to go to bed, as I pass Dillon's room I hear the

unmistakable moans of sex. Envious of my brother finally scoring with that stunning gal, I flop on my bed and fall asleep.

The next morning only mom was home when I got up. We chatted as she made me eggs and sausages.

"I think your brother may have found someone he might settle down with, he's dated her several times."

As I take a bite of toast, I remember Trish's words, 'No man has had me consensually.'

Did she succumb, or did Dillon force her?

Based on what I heard them doing last night, I guess she figures Dillon is the one.

I finish breakfast, thank mom, and get my laptop and go to the deck to work on my A. I. program.

A few nights later Dillon convinced me I needed to get out and socialize, and I agreed to attend a friend's house party.

As soon as I arrived, I noticed Patricia sitting in the corner, crouched up in big armchair, legs bent, feet under her, arms tightly wrapped around her legs, looking like she'd been crying.

I went directly to her, sit on the arm, open a beer, and tap her knee with the bottle, she glances up, I see tears. I didn't say anything, I put the beer to her hand, she took it, and with full eye contact chugged it. Holding the empty to me, she gestured with her fingers for another, and belched.

I smiled, she giggled. I opened another, she took it and tipped it up, gulped about half.

"Dillon introduced me to his ex, asked if I preferred girls, suggested I join them in a threesome; I refused." Trish downed the beer,

"He kissed her passionately and fondled her in front of me and carried her into the bedroom, leaving me sitting here without saying anything."

Trish passed me the empty and waved for a refill.

"Maybe we should go somewhere for a coffee?"

"Are you like your brother? Do you just want sex with me too?"

"No Patricia, that's not my intentions, full disclosure, I am still a virgin, I was embarrassed to admit it before." I chugged my beer.

"In all honesty, yes, you're very stunning and that day we met; I won't lie, you excited me, I fantasized about us. Any red-blooded male would be a fool to not think about sex with you. However, that is not my priority, I like you... and I know you have so much more to offer than your body."

"What you're still a virgin?"

"Yes," Sheepishly, "I'm the computer nerd, I get good grades, my brother is the jock, he gets good girls." I sip my beer, gazing into Trish's still reddened eyes.

"I heard you having sex that night, I'm sorry you gave yourself to someone who doesn't deserve you."

She fought off her crying; looked like she was going to say something; forced a chuckle, taking two beers from the box, opened them. We tapped them and chugged them together.

"Wait for me out the front, I'll be right there.

I took the remaining couple beer and waited in the front yard, a couple minutes later Trish appeared carrying a bottle.

We went for a walk; we sat across from each other at a picnic table in the nearby park.

She fired up a joint, we shared the weed, took tequila shots straight from the bottle and sipped beer.

As we were getting wasted we talked about all the little meaningless things one does on a first date. We laughed a lot, even shared a few secrets.

"When Dillon returned on his first break from college, he took me to a night club, we drank, we danced, we toked, I got wasted. He didn't take me home he took me to a hotel. I was too far gone to fight him off. He knew what he wanted, and he took it; forcibly undressed me, pinned me down on the bed and fucked me."

Trish was slurring her words now.

"I was angry, I almost went to the police, but I knew I didn't fight hard enough, no scratches, no bruises, the court doesn't care about being wasted; so, it was a, he said, she said case."

Trish tipped the tequila bottle.

"He ghosted me... he didn't ask me for another date until the BBQ at your house when you and I met."

"You stayed the night I heard you having sex."

"Yes, after a few days I accepted the fact I did somewhat enjoy what he did that night." She tipped the Tequila again.

"I'd hoped maybe he really did like me for more than my body, I went willingly to the BBQ, and to his bed." She sucked on the Tequila bottle once again.

"I had my first orgasm that night."

Trish started whimpering.

"Now, I've got nothing special for my husband when I find him. And now my dignity is gone too. Dillon got what he wanted and has already moved on."

"Yes, you do Trish; you've got so very much to offer." I moved beside her, she put her head on her arms and cried. I put my arm around her to console her.

Trish and I both passed out in the park. In the morning, we went to a waffle house for brunch; then spent the rest of the day at her house.

I didn't tell Dillon, I was with her almost every day. When her parents were at work, we stayed at her place, when they were home, we either visited with them, or we went for walks.

After a week of being together, non-stop Trish asked me to take her to a hotel.

I was sure I knew why, and complied.

Trish came out of the bathroom looking like a porn star in a black lingerie set.

"You're not my first," she strutted to me, "but I want to be your first."

Trish straddled me, sat upright, undid the bra and brought my palms to cover her soft mounds. Once my gentle touch had her dark nipples erect she tried smothering me with her breasts. She lifted to her knees enough to undo my pants. She passionately kissed me as her fingers caressed my shaft to firmness.

Once I was hard she hovered over me and showed me the panties were crotchless, by rubbing her labia with my cock and parting them as she sunk unto my rigid rod.

Trish wiggled her bottom and began a slow grind, she fell forward on my chest, locked lips and with her hips humping rhythmically we climaxed together.

I didn't have time to catch my breath she kept me hard with her mouth as she removed my pants. She splayed herself across the bed and opened her arms and legs for me to do her missionary style. I hardly began thrusting and her writhing turned into wild thrusting.

Trish had another quivering climax, raking her nails across my back, wailing my name, locking her ankles around my torso and twerking until her climax subsided. Keeping a tight hold, she rolled us over and she fucked cowgirl style to another shuddering orgasm.

We lay cuddling, sweaty, gasping for air.

We ordered room service and after supper she showed me how to have intimate sex while spooning; slow, intense, relaxing and enthralling, we did it for over an hour, and embracing like that... we slumbered.

The next morning we awoke in the same position, only my cock had slipped out during the night.

Trish and I were cuddling, she brushed my cheek ever so tenderly,

"I got a job near your college; we could get an apartment together if you want."

I rolled her over and we made passionate love again.

We were already very much in love, before the end of summer, when we told my family.

We got married the summer following my graduation. I got a really good paying job at a local computer software company. Trish got a promotion and a raise, so we bought a house.

Our future seemed bright, secure and we were so very happy.

Dillon married Edith that summer and we occasionally got together for BBQ's and social evenings.

It was a year later that I was contacted by Ben Kemp, a representative from A. I. International, a British company interested in buying my A. I. program. We planned to negotiate a deal in person, and Ben couldn't make the original planned flight stopping at our city before connecting to his London destination.

He offered me an option with a 2-hour layover at a city 4 hours away, I agreed to drive there to meet him tomorrow morning.

I kissed Trish goodbye with shared eager anticipation. It was late afternoon; I had a 4 1/2 hour drive and didn't want to do it too late, as I wanted to be fresh for my morning meeting.

The drive was monotonous and tiring, it was dark when I checked in and I went directly to the lounge to have a couple cocktails with supper.

It was after 9 p. m. when I got to my room, the red message light on the phone was blinking; I figured I missed a call from Trish before she went to bed. I went pee, undressed and laid on the bed. I listened to the message, it was Ben Kemp, our meeting in the morning is cancelled, he missed his flight; he requested I call him to reschedule.

With a disgruntled sigh, I pluck my cell phone from the nightstand and call Ben; after no real options until next month, we agree on a date when he'll fly directly to me.

I groan as I end the call, well I might as well drive home; I call Trish to tell her, as expected, no answer, she most likely already went to bed.

I decide not to leave a message.

I was soon regretting my decision to drive home, it started raining hard, the highway was difficult to see. I was tired, stressed, and miserable.

After 2 am when I park in our driveway. I enter as quiet as I possibly can as to not wake Trish.

I tiptoe through the bedroom into the bathroom, shutting the door before turning on light. I undress and sit to pee, so my tinkling spray is diminished to remain quieter.

My eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark after turning out the bathroom light, there is literally no light in the room, I wave my arms in front of me like a blind person, as I moved closer to the bed.

I hear snoring, Trish doesn't snore... WTF.

I still have my cell phone in my hand, and I turn on the torch, there's a man spooning Trish, the covers just above their hips.

A gut punch, like a major league batter just swung a bat into my midsection. My stomach knotted, my chest tightened as my heart pounded, struggling to breathe, I'm about to puke. My mind running in hyperdrive.

Gawd I could kill them both ... no, I don't want to go to jail.

Ok, what now ... pause ... breathe ... think. My mind reeling, rational thoughts jumbled with anger, and confusion.

I stare down at my stunning wife cuddled in her... our... favorite after sex position; encased in strong arms, her hand covering the hand on her boob; only it's not my hand. Oh how I want to break that hand.

Steady, breath, think...

I just know her left leg is bent, and his leg is between hers, his thigh tight against her bum, as if they fell asleep while he was still inside her.

My rage escalating...

At least twice a week we fell asleep like that and woke up in the same position.

Uuuugghhh, I grimace ... sometimes on Saturday mornings we'd start all over, begin lovemaking from this passionate position.

I feel tears welling up, as ponder what to do.

Should I pull the covers off?

Scream?

Pounce on the bed and beat the shit of him?

Turn on the lights, recording their disgusting fornication?

Maybe just get dressed and leave?

Return tomorrow as if I didn't know?

Maybe this was just a one-night stand; should I give her the benifit of doubt?

I know Trish loves me and I love her, maybe I can forgive her.

I turn off my cell torch, return to the bathroom and sit on the toilet, contemplating my next move.

I hear him snoring and it's fueling my rage, effecting my thinking.

Well, the fact remains, Trish flat out cheated, she fucked that guy while I wasn't home.

if it was a one-night fling, she wouldn't be sleeping in our special spooning position.

He wouldn't be staying overnight; she'd have had her sex and send him away.

I can't forgive her, I'm getting a divorce.

OK, what do I do right now. Well I'm not going to bed... I'm not joining them...

As I'm getting dressed, I have an epiphany, a way I can hurt them as much as the pain I feel right now.

Ok Ed, carefully think this through; I sit and scheme, taking my time to plan each move.

The moment I remove the covers, they'll wake up, so, if I turn the light on first, they may not wake up, and I can record them as I pull the covers off.

Decision mentally rehearsed; I stand by the bedroom hallway door. Setting my phone camera to record, I flip on the light, they don't stir, remain sleeping.

I grip the covers, holding my cell above the foot of the bed, I yank the covers off. They twist to look at me; but the bright ceiling light momentarily blinds them, they both shield their eyes. Confused they roll onto their backs revealing their naked bodies.

"What the Fuck." Sitting upright he sounds angry.

It's my younger brother Dillon.

"Edwin," Trish gasps, "uh, you, you're not suppose to be back until tomorrow night."

"Like really Trish," I move to her side, "that's your excuse... the reason you're fucking my little brother, is because I'm not suppose to be here tonight?"

I grab up her cell, hold it to her face, it chimes... they both lunge for her phone.

"Don't you dare come near me Dildo," a name I always called Dillon when I was mad at him, I swear I won't hesitate to cut your balls off."

"I'm going to the sofa to smoke a joint and decide what I'm going to do next ... Trish I'll cut your tits off if you come near me. Stay right here; leave me the fuck alone." I stop at the doorway, glaring at them.

"Go back to fucking, I don't care; you two cheating assholes deserve each other."

I turn off the light and shut the door as I leave.

I hear them, it's not pillow talk; it sounds more like arguing, trying to figure a plausible way out of the situation.

I toss their clothing off the sofa, push the glasses and empty wine bottle aside and the empty aerosol can of whipped cream; giving me a vivid visual of what likely happened here last night.

I spot Dillon's cell laying on the table, I pick it up, it illuminates, it's not locked ... silly boy.

I fire up a joint and lean back on the sofa putting my feet on the coffee table and I scroll through Trish's messages.

The last one was yesterday at 5, shortly after I left; it read:

Ok, Ed's gone, I've got your favorite 'BOX' lunch waiting.

I didn't open the image, I knew what it would be; and my stomach churned again.

Dillon's reply: Mmmm, looks delicious, be there in 30, I'll bring the topping for dessert.

My wife became a slut sometime during our marriage. Was it only with my brother?

I scroll back to try and discover when it began, and possibly why.

Turns out they started several weeks ago, after an evening we were at their house.

'I saw how you looked at me during dinner, I felt the lust too ... I want you Dillon ... I know Ed loves me, and he is so tender, I love him dearly ... he's so considerate, he becoming predictable, he always makes me cum, but I miss being taken the primal way you do ... I want that feeling only you give me, that raw passionate sex when you claim me ... I need you to take me again like you used to ... maybe you can surprise me one afternoon and come over when Ed's at work.'

That message really stung. Her chat thread confirmed they were currently hooking up a couple times a week.

After several moments to get my anger subdued, I search through her emails. There was nothing overly incriminating there a few genital pics.

There's some wine in the bottle, I drain it.

I open Trish's bank app and transfer both our joint account and her entire personal account balance to my personal account.

First thing in the morning I'll go to the brick building and remove her name from everything I can and contact my lawyer for divorce proceedings.

OK, I pick up Dildo's phone, and I decide there's no use checking his messages, I already read them on Trish's phone; I attempt opening his emails, trying a couple basic passwords to no avail.

I tap the 'forgot password ... get hint.'

the reply is... 'Ed's wife' ... I whisper several curse words, take the last toke, and drop the roach into a wine glass, gritting my teeth and whispering,

"Really, my wife is your password?"

I tap the keys on his phone, t-r-i-s-h, Voila, I'm into his emails.

I have an insightful revelation; I open his bank app; using the password 'trish' sure enough, my little brother is that stupid.

I set down the phone, go to the kitchen for a cold beer, I spot the block of kitchen knives, I withdraw the largest butcher knife, thinking about my threat earlier to cut important body parts from both of them.

I pull a cold one from the fridge and sip as I return to the sofa, lean back and brainstorm, once again... cautious, rational, measured decisions.

I email the video I just recorded of me pulling the covers off them to Trish and Dillon's phones.

I transfer $2,000 from Dillon's account to my personal account and the balance to his wife Edith's account; leaving them both broke.

I then compose emails with the subject heading... 'I cheated'... I attached the video and many discriminating texts and sexting messages, a few genital pics they shared, and several pornographic pics of Trish and Dillon together in a hotel room.

The subject message read

'We were caught tonight, but we've been fucking for weeks without anyone knowing.'

I sent it to everyone in both their contact lists; friends, family, co workers, bosses ... absolutely everyone.

Then I posted several texts and incriminating, but no porno pics on both their social media accounts, for all to see.

I returned to the bedroom carrying the large butcher knife; I had no intention of using it, but I wanted to see the fear it would produce.

I opened the door, they had turned on a lamp, and it appeared they were no longer arguing, they were totally naked, unabashed, laying on the bed, embracing each other like a married couple post coital.

"Get up Dildo;" I demanded, in a raised voice, as I tapped the blade against my palm.

The fear was evident on both their faces, wide eyed, mouths agape.

"Ed, Edwin; n, n, no, no don't." He held his hands out in defense as he swung his feet from the bed and stood.

Trish sat up, started crying, Ed, don't ... I, I'm sorry, let's work this out. Please, I really do love you. I'm so sorry, PALEEZE!"

I wave the knife,

"Really, you've chosen a ridiculously funny way of showing me how much you love me, fucking my brother; that kinda love I don't want."

I step in front of Dildo.

"Interlace your fingers on top of your head." I touch the side of the cold steel to his genitals, placing it under his sac; dragging the spine up with enough force to separate his balls, followed by grazing the tip along the length of his dick.

"Gawd I so want to castrate you... to save so many girls from your disgusting perverted ways."

"Oh, ga-aawd, noo, Ed ... n, no d-don't I b-b, beg you, don't." he was whimpering.

Trish was on all fours.

"Ed, you don't need to do that; we'll never see each other again; I promise. Please I'm sorry." Trish crawled to the end of bed, on her knees, her hands clasped, her eyes pleading.

"A promise like when we said our marriage vows, that kind of promise... You already cheated, you made a conscious decision to fuck him, not just once, but several times, hoping I wouldn't find out. That kind of promise?"

I slap the side of Dillon's cock with the blade.

"What you've done Trish, that can't be undone." I turn to Trish, lay the cold steel against her tit.

"You have no idea how much you hurt me, finding you spooning with him." I fought back my tears as Trish's tears began to flow.

"My heart didn't break it crumbled like the 'Twin Towers', into rubble."

I put the point under her chin.

"Trish, I can't forgive either of you. I want you both out of my house, right now. I never want to see or speak to either of you ever again."

I slap Trish's cheek with the side of the butcher blade.

"Get out now." I yell, pointing to the door.

Trish slides off the bed, Dillon reaches for his pants.

"No ... you're both leaving naked."

"You only wanted each other tonight... you came into this bed only wanting each other ... nothing else mattered... no one else mattered... now you have each other ... so go, enjoy each other ... you don't need anything else... each other is all your walking out of here with." I slap Trish's bare ass with the blade to emphasize my point.

"Be grateful you're leaving with all your body parts."

As we pass through the living room, Dillon, still whimpering, asks.

"Can I have my wallet and phone?"

"Yes, I'll take everything to your house tomorrow."

I wave the blade menacingly.

"Tonight you have each other... nothing else matters... GO!"

They exit, with a devilish chuckle I flash the porch light rapidly, hoping neighbors might be awake and it attracts attention. Both of them are trying to cover their privates as they jog down the driveway.

I get another beer, my gut still knotted, it was a tough, tiring, emotional roller coaster day. I feel a mix of relief, and remorse as I sip the cold beer.

I must have dosed off on the sofa, waking to both their phone's blowing up, I smile, wondering where they are, I close my eyes.

Unable to control my varied array of thoughts, I sit up.

I get a garbage bag, put both cells in it, go to the bedroom, putting several of Trish's clothes in and at the door put in 2 pair of shoes.

I drive to Edith's, there are 2 suitcases on the front step, I ring the doorbell; Edith open's the door, eye's red, still crying.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"NO." She sobbed.

"I had no idea Ed, I thought we were good."

I hugged her.

"Me too, I was totally blindsided. I thought she was happy with me."

Edith, wiped her eyes,

"Do you have any idea why?" Edith sniffled trying to stop crying, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.

"Maybe... did you know Dillon took Trish's virginity forcibly when she was still in school? Their messages revealed his aggressive behavior stuck with her and it turned into sexual excitement for her."

"Well, he's not getting near me again."

"Well, after catching them, I emptied both their accounts, sent them off without phones or clothes. Everything of theirs is in this bag."

Edith hugged me.

"Thank you for the money transfer, I would have had nothing."

"My next stop is the bank, then the lawyer's." I rocked her as we maintained a friendly hug.

"I guess I better make those arrangements too."

"I'll help you anyway I can Edith, just ask." I hug her again.

"Damn them to hell." Edith kicks all the bags off the steps onto the lawn.

2 days later Trish sent me a large text... they both lost their jobs and were staying at a friend of his. She wanting to meet to talk, to apologize and requested we make up.

I told her I had all her stuff boxed, I'd put it on the driveway whatever day she wanted to pick it up, but I never want to see her again and not to ever call me again.

Deal entirely with my lawyer.

My rescheduled meeting with Ben Kemp came 9 days after Trish signed the divorce papers and picked up her stuff.

I accepted the British A. I. company's 8 figure offer for my program.

I told no one, not even my parents.

I took an entire day to decide what to do next.

I dropped by to see how Edith was doing. We were having a beer on her sofa.

"Dillon's forcing me to sell the house as he's broke and there might be a little value after the mortgage is paid off." She became visibly upset.

"I don't know what to do, I have nowhere to go, I've so little money."

I take her beer bottle, set it and mine on the coffee table.

"Edith, come with me; I've got a solution, no questions, c'mon."

I went to my bank with Edith, I paid off my house, signed it over to Edith.

"Sell your house, split whatever money there is, get Dillon out of your life."

I take her hand, "Edith you're young and attractive, you have a decent job; bury the past, start over."

She had tears streaming down her face when she attacked me wrapping her arms around me.

"Why Ed? Why me? How can you afford to do this?"

"I sold my computer program Edith, please tell no one; I did it because neither of us deserve what that little prick did."

I kiss her cheek,

"I want nothing from in the house, sell or garbage whatever you don't want."

I hand her the keys.

"I have booked a flight, to start over, once I land, I will be destroying my phone, and I will be starting over. fresh, I may never return, I don't know. Time will tell."

I drove her home, gave her $1000.

"This should be enough to hire movers. Have a good life Edith. If I do return I'll contact you." I kiss her and leave.

I drive to my old home, put my car in the garage. I sign over the car registration and put the paperwork and the keys on the kitchen table with a note:

I want nothing, everything here is yours... have a good life. Love Ed.

I call an uber to pick me up and I get a room at the airport hotel.

I call Mom and have her put it on speaker.

"I'm going on a holiday, not sure how long, not sure where. Just need to get my head straight. I love you guys very much, don't worry, I'll call you when I decide what I'm doing."

Two days later... I take the umbrella garnished cocktail; I tip the sweet girl in a grass skirt, take a sip and lay back on the lounge chair. Adjusting my hand made straw hat to shade my eyes from the hot sun; listening to the waves lapping at the beach, the only decisions I need to make today is what libations and room service or dining in the lounge watching sunset.

I don't know and don't care where Trish is, whether she's with Dildo or not.

I do occasionally wonder if she heard I'm rich and whether she's still happy with her choices.