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When I found our house empty, I knew Rick had convinced Brandi to leave with him. Especially since she didn’t even leave me a note. I just knew that something wasn’t right. I didn’t think Rick had to kidnap her but I knew she didn’t leave just to leave me.I knew Rick was going to be going to his home in Western Pennsylvania but I didn’t even know what town let alone an address. I decided to go to Jessica’s house and see if she knew where Rick came from. Especially his address.When I got to Jessica’s apartment, I told her how I caught Rick fucking Brandi in our bed. I left out all of the other issues involved. I did not know how liberal-minded she might be and certain secrets must remain secrets.She said to me, “Shit, Tom. I’m sorry. I should have said something to you. I saw Rick hanging around, outside the restaurant, waiting for Brandi. I had a suspicion as to what was going on but I wasn’t sure so I didn’t say anything. You know, I broke up with Rick because I found out what kind of a lying scumbag he is. I found out that whenever he was off and I was working he always found some other girl to fuck. He is also a con man.“He called my mother and told her I was in legal trouble and needed five hundred dollars. He had her send it to him by Western Union. I didn’t even know he did that until one day I was talking to my mother and she asked me if my legal troubles were all taken care of. I didn’t know what she was talking about and told her so. That is when she told me about the money she sent. He never gave me that money and it was then I ended things with the slimy son of a bitch.”“You have nothing to apologize for. This is in no way your fault. You can help me out by telling me where his home is in Pennsylvania. His address if you have it. I know he is heading there.”Jessica was not able to tell me Rick’s address or the town he came from. So, I decided to find out another way. There was a guy I knew who worked in personnel and he would be able to get me Rick’s home address. I went to his barracks room and told him what I needed. I reminded him that he owed me a favor and it was his time to pay up.What he owed me was actually his career. I saw him driving erratically at seven AM on a Saturday morning and when I pulled him over, he was drunk as a boiled skunk. I gave him a break, parked his car for him, and took him to his barracks. No arrest for DUI. No career problem. He did tell me that what I asked him to do could get him into trouble. I said, so did I. I drove him to his office and ten minutes later I had Rick’s address. I told the guy we were even.I knew there was no way I could charge down the highway and try to catch up with them. They had too much of a head start but I did know that I could “cut them off at the pass” so to speak.What I had to do now was get some leave time approved. I went to see my boss. I explained to him my situation and my plan to intercept them at Rick’s home in Pennsylvania.He listened quietly and asked me, “Do you think there is any hope for the two of you?”“I don’t know but I have this gut feeling that she didn’t leave because she wanted to. The only way I will know is if I confront her directly.”He said, “Wait a minute” and then got up and left the room. In a few minutes, he comes back and tells me that he got me ten days of leave and the First Sergeant will meet me at the Orderly Room in fifteen minutes. He then added, “When you get back, we will need to address you going off base, fully armed without authorization. I just said, “Yes Sir. I know what I did was wrong but it was on impulse.” He then said, “Get out of here, you do not have time to waste.”I went home and grabbed some change of clothes. I also grabbed my road atlas and plotted the fastest way to Rick’s house in Western Pennsylvania. I plotted my path to use as many Interstate roads as possible. I could pick up I-65 in Birmingham, Alabama. That would take me to I-70 in Indiana and then into Pennsylvania where I would pick up I-76 (The Pennsylvania Turnpike) until I got to New Stanton. After that, it was back roads to Blairsville. Rick’s hometown. I estimated it would take me eighteen hours to get there.I had no idea what route Rick was going to take. The piece of shit Fiat he had could not do Interstate Highway speeds so I knew the Interstates were out. That Fiat had the worst cooling system I have ever seen. Although it could go over ninety miles per hour it could not do that for long. Eskişehir Escort The best highway speed that Rick’s car could hold was fifty miles per hour and to maintain the fifty miles per hour speed the interior heater fan had to be blowing on hot so the car wouldn’t over heat.Anyway, knowing what I knew about his car and the fact that he now had Brandi all to himself he was not going to travel a lot of hours and they would be stopping for the night several times. Rick’s car could rest and Rick could fuck Brandi with no worries. I was betting that Rick’s cock was going to be very happy.Having my route planned I got into my car and headed out. As I estimated it took me about eighteen hours to get to Blairsville, Rick’s hometown. Even though I had the address I had no access to a map of the town. I did drive around for a while, looking for the street Rick’s house was on but had no luck. I got into the center of Blairsville and that is where I saw the answer. The U.S. Post Office would have the information I was looking for. I went up to the clerk and she gave me the directions to Rick’s street.The clerk’s directions were perfect. I turned off the main drag that I was on and was on the side street that would take me to the street that Rick’s house was on. As I entered the side street, I noticed a sign that said, “No Outlet”. That meant that this side street was the only street that went to Rick’s street. The street ended in a “T” intersection which was the street I was looking for. I looked left and right and saw that both ends of the street ended on Cul-De-Sacs. I drove down and found Rick’s house.Since Rick’s car was not in the driveway, I figured that they weren’t there yet so now comes the part where I would have to stake out Rick’s house and wait for, him and Brandi to arrive. I couldn’t stay parked on the residential street as it would look to suspicious and someone would invariably call in a suspicious car in the neighborhood.The town and the neighborhood were well-established but not fancy. I noticed a closed-down steel plant on my way into town so I knew that the town had been lived in by the same families for years and that just about everybody knew everybody. This was just a town made up of working-class people.I set out to find a place to watch the side street that went to Rick’s house. At the corner where the side street intersected with the main street was an old, closed-down gas station. One of the garage doors was open and the garage was empty. It was the perfect place for me to set up my stakeout. I went and found a grocery store and bought a couple of loaves of bread and a few packages of bologna as well as a couple of six packs of Coca-Cola®.I went back to that garage and parked inside the garage and started the wait. I didn’t know how long the wait was going to take but what I did know is once it got towards evening Rick and Brandi would be in some motel fucking so I could, pretty safely, use evening time to find a restroom somewhere where I could give myself a bird bath, brush my teeth and shave.On the fifth day I was there, Rick’s car went driving by me. I looked at my watch and saw it was a little past eleven in the morning. I started my car and followed. I went to Rick’s house and as I approached, I saw Rick’s car in the driveway and Brandi standing next to it. I saw Rick on his front lawn and he was engaged in a rather animated conversation with another older-looking man. I parked, on the street, right behind Rick’s car blocking it in.As I got out of the car, I could hear the older man saying, “Fuck no, she can’t stay here. I’m not running a motel or boarding house.” I could hear Rick pleading saying, “Please dad. She won’t be any trouble. I will pay for anything she eats or drinks…and the argument continued.Not being there to have any business with Rick or his family I approached Brandi. I stayed in the street and she was about five feet from me. She had this blank look on her face and I don’t think she even realized I was there when I called out her name, she looked at me and jumped.I said to her, “What are you doing here?” No answer.“Brandi, what are you doing here?” No answer again but she started looking down at the ground and I saw tears falling.I said again only this time a little louder, “Brandi, you need to look at me and talk to me. I love you. I drove for eighteen hours straight to get here and for the past four days, Eskişehir Escort Bayan I have been eating, sleeping, and waiting for you in my car so we could talk. You owe me at least that.”That was when Rick’s father saw me and said, “Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?“My name is Tom and I am here to speak to Brandi. She is my wife and is the only one I have any business with here.”He then looked at Rick saying, “So now you’re asking me to allow some stinking, whoring, cheating cunt into my house. That is never going to happen!”I said again only a little more strongly, “Sir, I have no business with you or anyone else here but if you call my wife those names again, I am going to break your jaw!”I said to Brandi, “Look at me, Brandi. Look directly at me.”She lifted her head up and looked at me with tears now streaming down her face.I said to her, “Have I ever hurt you? Have I ever threatened you? Have I ever tried to control you? Have I ever stopped you from doing something you wanted to do or made you do something you didn’t want to?”She, still not speaking, just shook her head no.“Then why did you take off without even leaving so much as a “Fuck you Tom” note?”She just stood there staring at me with tears running down her face. Rick then came over to me and got up into my face and said to me, “If you don’t get out of here, I am going to beat your ass.”“Rick, that would be a mistake on your part. You wouldn’t stand a chance. You’re no match for me and I will fuck you up!” He backed away from me and went up to Brandi.He started saying to her, “Don’t worry Brandi. I will find you someplace to stay. I love you and I can take care of you. After you divorce Tom, we can get married.”I looked at Brandi, straight into her tear-filled eyes, and said, “Brandi, you know you don’t belong here. I don’t know what Rick has been telling you but it’s all been lies. I talked to Jessica and she told me about how Rick lies. She also told me Rick was a con man.Right about then I heard the front door of Rick’s house open and a woman who looked to be a little older than us said, “What fucking trouble are you in now Rick? I thought going into the Air Force would change you but I see I am wrong! You’ve been gone over two years and just about everybody I meet tells me how big of a shithead you are and were glad you were gone.”Rick just looked at her and said, “Please stop it, sis.”With that, she just shook her head and said, “Loser” and then went back in the house.I then said to Brandi, “Look, if you want for us to break up, I will accept that but there is one thing I know. You can’t stay here.” I looked up at Rick’s father and he said, “Nope, she can’t stay here. She is not welcome.”“See Brandi, you can’t stay here and you have already heard that Rick has no clue where you can stay. Think about this, Rick leaves for Thailand in less than a month. He will be gone for a year. He has no plans to marry you. He will be gone to Thailand and you will be stuck here homeless. He has messed with your head with his lies. The bottom line is you are just here for him to fuck. I really have said here everything I can say but I can’t bear the thought of you being homeless. I love you too much.“So here is the deal. You come with me now. New Stanton is on a major Interstate, it runs East and West. It takes about two hours to get there and If you still want to leave me I will take the Interstate and head East and take you back home. I will drop you off at your house and I will go to my house. The only thing we will tell our parents is we decided that we weren’t compatible so we are splitting up. They don’t need to know anything else.”Brandi still didn’t say anything but she turned to Rick’s car, got out her suitcase, and then got into the passenger side of my car.Rick was screaming at her to not leave.I walked up to Rick and said, “It’s over Rick so just shut up and, by the way, if you ever darken my door again, I will put a bullet in your head.” With that, I got in my car, started it, and then started heading toward the Interstate. Inside my car it was quiet. Brandi sat over by the passenger side door with her head down and tears falling down into her lap. It was going to be a long ride to the Interstate.We got to New Stanton and the Interstate exchange. It was about three in the afternoon. I was hungry, I was tired and I needed a bath. I saw a diner and I pulled in. I asked Brandi Escort Eskişehir if she was hungry and she just nodded yes. We went in and ate.Alongside the diner was a motel. I realized I was too tired to keep on driving. After driving straight for eighteen hours and then sleeping in my car for four nights (sleeping in a car is not great sleep) I decided to get a motel room. I could shower and get some sleep. I went into the motel and booked a double room. When I got back to the car Brandi just looked at me. I said to her, “I can’t drive any further I am too tired. I booked a double room so there are two beds in the room. I will sleep in one and you the other.Still saying nothing, she grabbed her bag and followed me into the motel room. I looked at her and said, “See, two separate beds. I am not going to force you to sleep with me. Right now, I am going to take a needed shower so promise me you are not going to do anything stupid like run away.”She shook her head no.“So, you are telling me you won’t run away and you will be here in the room when I get out of the shower.”She nodded in the affirmative.“Okay, then. In the morning you will have to decide which way we are going. If you want to call an end to our marriage we will head East and I will take you to your parent’s house. If you want us to stay together, we will head West to our home.”I then went into the bathroom and took a badly needed shower. When I came out Brandi was still there but just sitting on the bed with her head down and tears still falling. Not knowing what to say I sat there silently also. If she was going to talk to me, she was going to have to want to and would have to start herself. Me, pushing her to talk was not going to work.Finally, Brandi finally said to me, “I don’t want you to hate me.”“I don’t hate you. I really do love you.”“I am afraid you will hate me. There is so much you don’t know about me and I am afraid if you find out you will hate me. It’s more than just Rick. You just don’t know.”“Look, I don’t hate you and I can’t imagine hating you but if there is something about you that I don’t know, you should tell me. I know I am not going to hate you but in order for you to be convinced I won’t hate you then you will have to tell me everything I don’t know.”“I don’t know where to begin.”“I sure don’t know where you need to begin but I think you can figure out where you should begin. Just think about it for a minute.”She sat quietly and then said, “Can you get me something to drink?”“Sure, there is a soft drink machine near the room. Is a Coke® fine?”“I think I am going to need something stronger. Is that okay?”“Yeah, I saw a liquor store close by. Let me go there and get you something stronger than just Coke®.”I then went out to the liquor store and bought a fifth of Southern Comfort® (Brandi’s favorite liquor at that time), and two quarts of beer. On the way back I got four cans of Coke® out of the machine and went to the room. I set the Coke®, Southern Comfort®, and beer on the nightstand and got the ice bucket, and went to get ice for Brandi. When I got back to the room Brandi had already poured herself a glass of Comfort and Coke and from how light in color it was it was more Comfort than Coke.She had already finished about a fourth of her drink and then took another. She sat there with her glass now half full and said, “I think I know where to start.”I sat down, opened one of the quarts of beer, took a couple of swallows, and replied, “All right then the show is all yours.”“Please promise me you won’t interrupt me. I think, once I get going, if I have to stop, I won’t be able to get started again. Do you promise?”“I promise, no interruptions.”The booze must have started having its effect because she obviously had relaxed a little but was still a long way from feeling comfortable or happy. I waited quietly for her to start.A little while passed and then she started by saying, “When I started into puberty, I realized that when I would meet some boys, they would make it hard for me to breathe.”I must have had a questioning look on my face because she said, “You know. Take my breath away. Not with every guy I met but with some. They would just make it hard to breathe.”I simply said, “They made you feel like it was hard to breathe and you liked it.” She shook her head yes.“I wasn’t going to be allowed to date until I was sixteen so the only way, I could be with these boys who made it hard for me to breathe is; I would either invite them to my house or go with them to a school dance. After being with some of these guys who made it hard to breathe, when I went to bed, I couldn’t get to sleep. I always imagined what it would be like to have those boys helping me to relax enough to go to sleep.
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