My New Tablet

"Did you get all the money moved yesterday like you said?"

"It really does help having friends in all the right places. Since Carlos' bank made all the arrangements, all I had to do was show up in person at my local branch and ask for a manager. Signing all the paperwork was over in about an hour. Getting my stocks sold and converted to cash took a bit longer, but it was worth the fees. Janice is going to come home to find the piggy bank empty."

"Man, I think you're letting her off too easy. She gets to keep the house and really isn't punished for the way she did you wrong."

"You know Scotty I'm still pondering that. She was a good wife and mother for many years before she went stupid. That's gotta count for something. But I'll be honest with you; there are times when I get to thinking that I should hand out some form of revenge. I'm gonna leave that thought for a while. I'm going to concentrate on building a new life down South."

"You're one lucky guy. And the cherry on top is that your boss is gonna let you work remote. Hah, pretty damn remote from South America."

"Yeah, that sure is a bonus. I don't think I could totally retire like Steve has. I enjoy my job too much. Besides, it'll give me a chance to cut back a bit and train my successor. That way I'll do right by the company for accommodating my move when I do decide to pull the plug."

"Here's to new beginnings." We clinked our bottles.

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Janice and Stella came in from the now empty garage intending to unwind after their car trip before Stella had to go home. Janice thought that she'd never have to contend for space with that old Ford ever again.

On the kitchen counter were several items. Stills from the Thursday with Kenny and his friend. Explicit photos- Janice sucking Kenny, another of her sucking the friend, and one of her getting spit roasted. All of them with Stella in the background doing something equally lewd. Stills of the party on Saturday, a pic of each getting air-tight. Others of them with a cock in each hand lying back on a deck chair drenched in cum. Still more printouts of the other fun they'd had the rest of the week. Carl's smashed wedding ring. A handwritten note clipped to a brown envelope.

Janice,

After seven years of having to sneak around to be with your Big Cock boy toys, you can now have them whenever you want.

Choo, Choo girlfriend,

Poor Carl

"Holy fuck Stella, he knows everything", Janice said with panic in her voice. She opened the envelope and read the top page; it was on their lawyer's letterhead.

"It says that if I don't sign the divorce papers as is, all the video he has will get sent to everyone we know, our families, our work, the basketball coach."

"No, no, no, no, no. Janice you have to fix this. We'll never be able to show our faces again. The whole Bay Area will know what we've been up to. Oh shit, I should have never let you drag me into this. Read the papers, what do they say?"

"Hang on, give me a minute. Where's the distribution of assets spelled out."

"What does it say?"

Janice sank into a chair, "It basically says I get the house and Carl gets all our money. I mean all of it, retirement, savings, and stocks. The house is paid off, but I'll have no money."

"He can't do that, can he? You'll be broke. With just your salary. You'll never be able to retire. You might have to sell and move to a smaller place."

"Wait, wait, wait. Let me think. Damage control, gotta do damage control. I gotta talk to Carl, promise him the moon, sign a post-nup, anything. I can't let this happen. I'm going to get him on the phone right now."

"Janice I'm going to get us something strong from your bar." With that Stella got up and made her way into the living room; intending to fetch the expensive whiskey Carl kept in the liquor cabinet. But there was no liquor cabinet at all.

"Janice, come quick. Your liquor cabinet is gone!"

Janice rushed into the living room, the phone in her hand undialed. Sure enough where the liquor cabinet had been was an empty space. Turning around she saw that Carl's favorite easy chair as also gone. "Oh my god!!" Janice rushed to Carl's office to find a completely empty room. Literally nothing on the walls and not a single piece of furniture.

"Stella, he's already gone. Let's go upstairs and see what that looks like." In the master and second bedroom, in the master bath and the one in the hallway - there was not a trace of Carl. It was as if a magic wand had been waved and everything that was his was gone.

"This can't be happening, this can't be happening. Carl, gotta talk to Carl." Janice walked like a zombie back downstairs to the kitchen and hit the preset on her phone for 'Hubby'.

"The number you have dialed is not in service. Please check the number and dial again."

"His phone is disconnected. Where could he be?"

"Janice, I'm getting a very bad feeling right now. Do you do banking on your phone? Check your balances."

"Hang on, let me remember my password. Ok, now wait for it to send me a pin code. Great I'm in. Let's see, my checking account first. Oh, god, there's only $10,000 dollars in there. There should be close to fifty. My savings account, it's zero. Totally empty. The house account we use for bill paying, empty. He's already taken all the money. Stella, Carl is already gone and he's taken all the money!!" That did it; Janice had finally run out of adrenalin and collapsed on the table sobbing into her arms. Stella wasn't far behind. She too gave herself up to crying.

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Two years later:

"Carl, you da man!" they clinked their bottles of Norteña. Sitting by the pool and patio that spanned Steve and Carl's yards, which was full of partying people. Many car guys, bankers, and other movers and shakers. The two American's had amassed quite a following. That Rod had been able to secure the property directly behind Steve for Carl to buy was a stroke of genius and luck. While their two houses still fronted onto streets a block apart, once around the rear it was revealed that they had combined their back yards into one huge area. With a large pool smack dab in the middle of it, a gazebo on one side and a pergola with lounge chairs on the other, there were hotels that didn't have such a cool outdoor play area. The giant BBQ and tables completed the resort feel. Coupled with the fact that their neighborhood was far enough from Montevideo to make it a great weekend retreat from the city. Their monthly parties had grown legendary. Today's was extra special because it marked two years since Carl had made his escape.

"Scotty I'm so glad you were able to get the time to come down. And to learn that you and Lisa had finally made it official, there was no way I was gonna let that pass unmarked. Which by the way, I need you for a few minutes in my office. There's some business I need to attend to. Lisa, please excuse us while I borrow the groom."

When they were finally seated in Carl's office, he poured them each a generous glass from one of his oldest bottles. "Here's to you Scotty, you were there when I needed you most. From your gentle prodding about Thomas to your call to Steve, you helped get my ass in gear." Carl raised his glass and toasted Scotty.

"I wanted you to join me for an important phone call. Sit back and enjoy." With that Carl took out his phone and dialed, putting the call on speaker.

"Hello?"

"Hi Janice, its Poor Carl. How are you doing?"

"Carl, Carl! I haven't heard a word from you in two years. What the fuck do you want?"

"The true Janice revealed. But I already knew that. I'm calling to wish you well on the next phase of your life and to make a request."

"Damn you Carl, I don't owe you anything. In fact, it's the other way around. You bastard, you left me with no money and this big house to take care of all by myself."

"That's why I'm calling Janice. I understand you're finally going to sell the house and move into a condo. I want to wish you all the best with that. I hear that Stella finally found a man to marry who didn't mind how she'd been run through since meeting you. Although I imagine she hasn't told him all the things you and she have been up to. Her body count isn't as high as yours, but well the less said about that the better. Regardless, now that you're losing your roommate and partner in crime, you're going to downsize."

"There's actually two things I wanted to tell you. I know you haven't started packing yet, so I wanted to tell you that when you find the cameras in each room of the house, you can go ahead and throw them away. There's no need for them anymore."

"What! What! Camera's! What are you talking about!!?"

"I really must apologize for that Janice, you see after I had them installed so that I could get the goods on you, we'll in all the excitement of my leaving they never got removed. So for the last two years they have been dilligently recording everything that's been going on. And it's all backed up in the cloud. All that video costs quite a pretty penny to store, I don't mind telling you."

There was a hushed silence from the other end of the call.

"You're kidding right. You wouldn't be that cruel. Carl please tell me this is a sick joke."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but it's no joke. And I really did forget to remove them. It wasn't until much later that I realized they were still in place and recording every day. When the cloud storage bill kept getting bigger I finally took notice."

"So you've been spying on me this whole time. You know everything."

"Well, yes. Yes I do. And that's why I wanted to call you. You see besides telling you to dispose of the cameras I wanted to warn you. Now that our sons each have a daughter I wanted to ensure that you never influence them in any way that would encourage them to follow in your sordid path. So, I'm going to keep paying the cloud storage fees and hold that over you. If you ever, in any way shape or form try to teach our granddaughters in the way of the slut, I will make all that stuff public. Every last blowjob and gangbang will be out on the web for all to see."

"You wouldn't dare. I'd sue you; I'll spend every cent I have to come after you."

"No you won't. Because there's something that I know that you do not. Which is the last thing I wanted to tell you. Over these last two years of you hosting your parties, more than a dozen of the young men you have entertained have been underage."

There was a sharp intake of breath from the speaker. "Yup, I have names and dates, and of course video of you with these minors. You have not been careful Janice, careless even. I know they all looked big enough, but you didn't ensure they were old enough."

"Oh my god. It can't be, this can't be true."

"Yeah it is. And from the interviews I've collected, you've been used to help initiate quite a few boys into the ways of sex. It seems nobody saw fit to tell you that little brothers were included in your guest lists. About a dozen Janice, a dozen underage boys. Think about that. What would happen if I went to the authorities?"

"Fuck, you're going to hold that over me aren't you? I'll never be rid of you for the rest of my life."

"That's exactly it. I hold all the cards. You will behave yourself around the grandbabies. I will be watching, I'll find out. I really don't care what you do otherwise, and haven't since I first found out you'd been playing me for a fool for seven years. But now you know what I've got on you. We'll see each other from time to time I'm sure, and we'll act cordial. You will always be on your best behavior around the family. You can continue to fuck your way through life until you wear out for all I care. Except in this one area I don't really care what happens to you."

There was a sniffle from the phone, "Do you hate me that much?"

"No Janice I don't hate you. In fact I seldom think of you at all. I have built a pretty good life without you. And it looks to just keep getting better."

"Carl, I really did love you. I had wanted to spend the rest of my life with you."

"As cliché as it sounds, you sure had a funny way of showing your love. You made me a cuckold for seven years before I found out. You never gave me the chance to step up my game and keep you satisfied. We never had an adult conversation between spouses about your increased sex drive. Who knows what accommodation we might have come to if you'd just come to me. Instead you chose to cheat. You'll never know what might have been. You're gonna have to live with that for the rest of your life too. I will never forgive you for the years of betrayal."

"I am sorry Carl, I'm sorry I put you through all this. I seem to have made you bitter."

"No you haven't, it's just that I'm hardened when it comes to you. We'll I've said all I called to say. Good luck, be more careful who you fuck from now on. Goodbye from Poor Carl."

Just before he clicked end, they heard a sob come from the speaker...