“Justin,” I told him, “they know I was in the Army. The Army doesn’t have Navy Seal’s in it. I’m just saying.” I’m surprised my thought process was that coherent as I had matched him beer for beer.
The plan had come together and I planned on it being concluded should by Friday night. Justin asked, “What about Julie, any chance?”
I shared the fact that, “Man I really wanted to reconcile but I’ve some lingering doubts about her capitulation and compliance with those disgusting degenerates. I planned to talk to her tomorrow and maybe if it goes well, later this week.”
It took most of the morning and several cups of strong coffee before the fog lifted from my head. It was nearly noon when I called Susan’s phone. I spoofed the number of Angelo’s and activated the recorder. Susan answered and I asked her if she could talk. She told me that Ken was outside working in the yard. I asked her to meet me at Angelo’s at 1:00 p.m. and she said she’d be there.
Jason and I arrived early and I placed the recorder under the table while Jason sat in the Escape and monitored the receiver. Like the other day, Susan arrived on time and sat across from me. She again extended her hands toward me, and I remained still and rebuffed her gesture.
“Susan, you have a problem.”
“I’ve got a problem, what would that be?”
“Your husband has contacted my wife and asked her to get her nipples pierced this week. He planned to foot the bill for it, at least, that’s what he told her.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she said exasperated.
“No Susan, I’m serious as a heart attack. There’ve been other emails between them since we last met, and I honestly believe he has planned on replacing you with Julie. He mentioned that he wanted Julie to have his baby. (I lied about that, but I needed Susan to be pissed at Ken to help with my plan). I watched as Susan’s face turned crimson. She was pissed. She said,
“I’ll fucking put an end to this shit today!”
I tried to calm her down as I told her, “Now Susan, let’s be more reasonable here. How about we exact some revenge? You help me, and I’ll help you. Okay?” This seemed to pique her curiosity.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked,
“Is the group still getting together this Friday night? Is it still at your place?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Well, here’s my plan.”
I gave her some of the details about my thoughts for revenge and what I wanted each wife to do prior to drawing companions for the evening. Susan laughed at what some of what I told her and I explained what Julie and I’d likely end up doing as well. Susan was on board with all of it and said that she looked forward to Friday night. I told her I’d contact her at school Friday afternoon and give her the needed props for that night.