My husband came home from work early looking distraught.
“What’s wrong babe? What are you doing home so early?” I asked.
“Somebody stole a truck from the shop.” He said.
“I know who did it but that guy is my super and he is trying to blame it all on me. He called me into his office today and told me he had a proposal for me. Either I told you to come down to the shop tonight around 9 to see if you two could work out some sort of deal, or he calls the cops and tells them I stole the truck.”
I was taken aback. I had met my husbands supervisor several times at picnics and BBQs. He was an attractive man of about 30. He was about 5’10” and thought he wasn’t fat by any means he was stout and beneath his t-shirt you knew he was muscular. He was tanned from all of his days in the field and had the same worn hands as my husband. Kent and I got along alright. We enjoyed talking about sports and he appreciated my love of UFC and football. I never thought anything of our conversations. Figured it was all just small talk. Me making nice with the boss to help my husband out. I had no idea.
“What do you mean he wants me to come by to work out a deal?” I asked as the wheels began to turn. My husband hung his head.
“I don’t know. I am hoping he is a reasonable guy and just wants to get your side of the story.” He sounded like he believed that about as much as I did.
“What are we going to do?” I asked.
“I can’t ask you to go down there for me. I don’t care what happens to me, you are NOT going down there!” He returned.
“Is it really worth going to jail.” I wanted to cry but I had to be strong for him.
“I’m sure he just wants to talk.” I reassured him.
“You’re not going.” He answered firmly. Always the kind of guy to stand up for my honor. Why is it the nice guys are always the ones who get screwed? Or their wives…………..Continue Reading this story on the next page ……Simply go below this page CLICK>>>>2