30 SILVER COINS by Winterfrog
-Magdalena Boman was a very beautiful girl and most young men in our small town in Scandinavia regarded her as "belle de town." Even she knew that very well and didn't show much interest to those many local "trophy hunters" who did their more or less clever attempts to get into her panties. There was a rumor that a gang of brats had staked a nice price to the winner in their secret competition to be the first to get her. Thanks to the rumor she avoided all connection with all those who could be involved in that crap, which was of a great advantage to the average guys in town.
Though Magdalena and I once upon a time were members in the same tennis club, I had never made any attempts at her and had not spoken with her since I quit my active membership in the club. At least not until I met her at the local post office, which hardly is any romantic place. That day it was very crowded and the only free seat was the seat next to me. She sat down, we began to talk and she told me that she was in a terrible hurry so I offered to take care of her errands.
I knew that she had a reputation to be "difficult" and had not expected anything further from my small favor to her. But guess how wrong I was. She rang me a few a days later and asked if I wanted to do one more favor for her. I was flattered that she had taken her time to find out my phone number so I said "yes" without any hesitation and not even asking her about what kind of favor she wanted.
She told me that her parents had been to Ikea at the county capital and bought her a wardrobe. It was now in her bedroom, but in two flat cardboard boxes. She told me that though she had many male friends, she feared that none of them were able to put the pieces in the box together to something that could be regarded as a useful wardrobe. I found it a bit confusing that she at the age of twenty-three didn't live together with some lucky guy or at least had a boyfriend. I myself was twenty-five at that time and hadn't any girlfriend because I had split up after two years with a girl and had been enjoying "my new freedom" during the last three months.
I rang her doorbell a few minutes after the time I had promised to be there. She opened the door, dressed in blue jeans and a blue shirt. Amazingly beautiful even in that outfit. I went in with my toolbox and she showed me into her bedroom. I pretended not to be dreaming about what I wanted to do in her bed, which I dragged to the side to get more space for working with the wardrobe. In fact it was a large wardrobe with two sections. One side with drawers and shelves and the other side was an average wardrobe. Not any easy job, indeed.
However, the job went on as expected and after about one hour she came in to me and said that she had tea and sandwiches in the kitchen. Very delicious sandwiches and when I asked where she had bought them, she began to laugh and told me, "Don't you think that even a 'stupid blonde' can make a sandwich?"
I praised her and told her sandwiches were great.
She was very glad when the wardrobe was ready for her use, praised me for a good job and asked me how much payment I wanted. As a joke I replied with a smile, "I got a sample of your skills in the kitchen and a dinner would be great."
She surprised me with a quick reply, "Seven o'clock at Saturday and you bring the wine."
On the dot at seven o'clock I rang her doorbell again with two bottles of Spanish Rioja wine and was given a hug and a welcome drink. The dinner was very romantic though her cooking this time wasn't much to brag about. But why should I care about such unimportant matters because I had a more important reason to be there. We had a good time and I felt as the proudest man in the world for having a dinner with Magdalena, who told me to call he "Maggie". So far I had no further intentions and expectations about anything else than the dinner and therefore it felt as a real "jackpot" when we were sitting close together in a narrow two seat sofa after the dinner with a cup of coffee and a glass of x and she asked me, " What did your friends say when you told them about this dinner?"
"Nothing, because I haven't told anybody. Can't see any reason to do that."
She gave me a hug and a kiss on my chin and said, "In that case it is a "special dinner" with breakfast included."
I did my best to give her what she expected and hopefully more. After some cuddling on the couch, I carried her to the bedroom, where we began with gentle caresses, slowly undressing each other. I could hardly believe this was happening in real life and I had to pinch my arm to make sure it wasn't a dream as the most beautiful and desirable girl in town begged me to fuck her. We fucked again that night, but the second time she was pretty passive and fell asleep as soon as it was over.
The next morning was an important morning in my life. I had spent the night with the most beautiful trophy girl in town and now the main question in my head was if she was satisfied with me and hopefully wanted to get some further pleasures before she dumped me.
Maggie was already dressed when she had made breakfast and woke me up. We had no problems to have a pleasant small talk during the breakfast and after eating she asked me, "Can you promise me that what happened last night stays here in this apartment?"
"Of course, nobody even knows that I've been here."
"Please understand me. I don't usually make love on the first date."
"What about a second date? I'm a guy with sealed lips."
"But you know how to use them."
With a warm smile on her face she told me if I had any interest to continue with the relationship that the second date would be at a public place, a line dance course. I got the expected interest for the dance and soon we were a couple both on the dance floor and living together in her apartment. Though she was the most beautiful girl I ever fucked, she wasn't the best fuck in my life. Not bad but nothing above the average. But why should I care? I was proud as hell to have won the trophy at least for as long as it lasted. My relationship with Maggie went much better than I ever dared to expect. On the way to our romantic wedding in an old country church I could hardly believe that it was happening in the real life instead of a dream. Why had this most wanted girl in our town chosen an average guy as me, Robert Hanson, instead of all those rich brats whom she could easily have had if she had wanted any of them.
Her only answer to my question "why me" in that matter was, "Because I love you."
After being married for seven years we had two kids, a boy and a girl. We had settled down as a typical Scandinavian V.V.V. family, which can be translated to house, dog and Volvo as description of an average small town family. The dog was a small terrier for the children, the V70 was of practical reasons and Maggie had a small Ford Fiesta as her shopping car. Both cars bought "pre-used" with heavy discount at the local Ford dealer where Maggie worked in their reception. Both of us worked full time but much of Maggie's salary paid only her own private expenses for clothes, hairdressing and make up.
Having a trophy wife is not any cheap pleasure. There are even other disadvantages, which are seldom mentioned like when going out for dancing she is always getting more or less serious suggestions from horny "trophy hunters". Once at a hotel in our national capital when she was sitting alone at the bar desk there while I was in the men's room a man had offered her about as much as she earned during a week at her job for a half hour with him in his room. Of course, she said "no thanks" but teased me for a long time about how easy it could be for her to make one months salary in a short time during one evening and even about how much I "owed her for services every month".
I was working as CNC operator at a plant specializing in advanced machine parts. My job was very important for the whole business because I did the first sample, usually in co-operation with engineers from our customers. The job was very interesting and there were always new challenges with every new project like the best way to do it in serial production within the given limits of the customer's quality specifications. I had no reason to complain about my wages and benefits.
We had an average small town family life with many friends and relatives in short distances. That meant a lively social life, both on family level and with own friends, I with the "boys" and Maggie with her "girl gang". She was a good mother to our children and we had avoided serious quarrels during our whole seven years of marriage when a heavy load of shit hit our fan.
The funny thing is that neither Maggie nor I was in any way involved in the beginning of our problems. It was a very beautiful ex model and a rich man's real trophy wife by name Lola Anderson who put the stone rolling when she dumped her husband Sonny. The dumped husband happened to be the only and very spoiled child to the very richest man in town. In most matters he used to pay for fast solutions when he had problems. A short time after she had left him people at a bar had heard him bragging that the "runaway bitch" would be replaced by a more beautiful local woman, who unfortunately happened to be married to some damn Hanson for the time being. But why should he care about such minor obstacles when everybody knew that a fat wallet was the most efficient aphrodisiac in the world.
The gossip was told to me and there was no doubt that it was Maggie who was the target in that dirty game. I tried to have a serious talk with her but she took it as a silly joke and teased me about that she had always wanted a brand new BMW instead of her old Ford and diamond rings would fit on her fingers. She ended her joking with a question why we had never been to Mauritius? Then when she noted that I didn't find it funny at all, she told me that even she had heard the rumors but she would never abandon the children and me. I told her that I believed her. But I was sure that serious problems had to be expected, especially now in our seventh year and the most critical time of any marriage, ours as well. Not even I could deny that there had been minor problems now and then though we had avoided serious quarrels.
My fellow workers noted that I had problems and as soon as they got to know the reason for my bad mood, they offered to lynch that bastard who had caused them because there is a weak point in our legal system, which says that if it is "not beyond reasonable doubt" who did what in a gang assault nobody can be sentenced for anything. Though there have been several shameful scandal sentences, the Supreme Court refuses to admit that anything is wrong. The plans for some kind of action got to be subject for wild discussions during the coffee breaks and very soon got to unrealistic levels. However, they even went into the ears of the managing director.
His secretary came to me and asked me to follow her to the boss' office. In there he asked me to sit down and tell him the truth behind the wild rumors. I told him what I knew and that I had no doubt about that spoiled brat intended to do what he had promised to do. I was convinced that Maggie had no problems to resist his first attempts but the bait would be increased until it reached such a high level that her resistance shield would begin to get cracks. I knew that with an almost unlimited supply of cash this cunning snake probably was able to reach his goal if I didn't succeed to stop him in one way or another.
He had a worried look on his face when he began to talk, "I know very well that this matter is your private business but now it seems turned to an important matter here at the job too. Can I ask you as a friend and fellow worker, what are you going to do?"
"My fellow worker's wild plans are only expectations and will never get further than the coffee breaks. I will never hurt Maggie what ever will happen in this matter and I will never kill that snake Sonny even if he destroys my marriage. But I'll see it as my human right to punish him in some way he never will forget, even if it will cost me a few years behind bars."
He looked me straight in my eyes before he continued, "Please listen to me and never forget that nothing about our talk will ever go outside this office. All your plans of vengeance are out of the question because I can tell you that the future of this company and our jobs depends if we can get useful parts of the blueprints you'll get within a few weeks and can be able to produce them for a reasonable price level. It will be a difficult challenge and I know that you are the only man at this company who has the skill to find own solutions beyond the manuals and known limits of the production equipment. Do you understand?"
"No, I would lose all my self respect and be a mental wreck if I didn't defend my family even against those heavy odds in his favor."
"Of course not, and what I want to say is that we need the best professionals to all jobs. You are the best CNC operator at this company and other professionals will take care of your problems. Do you understand now?"
"Yes but I can't afford to hire any 'muscles'."
"It's not any question of that. Everything will be fine and nobody will be hurt. Just relax and fix the prototypes to our customer."
We shook hands and went back to my job with divided feelings. Proud about the management regarded me as the best of all very qualified CNC operators at the company. It was probably only because I had done most of the prototypes and programming. But what could the boss and his gang do to the horny spoiled brat who after all his bragging had to show some action?
The next week went without anything happening. Then the game began the next Wednesday evening when Maggie came home from her job. She told me that her boss had asked her if she wanted to work three days for one of their best customers who wanted to show his restored veteran Ford at the annual big custom car show during the next weekend. She was offered 50% extra salary for working during the weekend, a room at the best hotel in town, all other expenses paid and three days off during the next week. She had accepted.
When I asked her who the customer was, she replied after some hesitation, "Sonny Anderson."
"Sonny Anderson, don't you know the damn scumbag's intentions for you?"
"Of course I do, for heaven's sake you must trust me that I can take care of myself. What the hell do you think he can do among thirty thousand visitors at the show? And I can promise you that I'm sleeping alone in my single room at the Grand Hotel."
"Grand Hotel? It is only 110 km and a fast road to that town, why staying there overnight?"
"Because it will take some time before the last visitor have left the showroom and after the closing time there will some mingling among the car owners.
"I don't like it, not at all."
"You don't have to, just trust me."
I didn't tell her that I had my doubts, though I didn't believe that Sonny expected such easy victory. Sonny was an asshole, but far from stupid. My guess was that he was going to treat her polite during this their first meeting. He knew that even she had heard the rumors about his bragging and would be very alert against all his attempts. But I was sure that he wasn't going to hesitate a second if he got a chance to get her laid already during these days. Who knows what could happen when he invited her to romantic dinners or took her to wild partying with other car owners? Even not doing anything unconfident, these days he would create some kind of trust and lower her guard for the next time.
He owned a carefully restored Ford Crown Victoria Skyline 1956 with a huge 312 cubic inch V8. All parts were original but much of the black paint under the car and under the hood was replaced with chrome. At the shows it usually stood on a floor of mirrors with spotlights at the hidden parts. It was a real treasure and he had won many "Best in Show" prizes with that car. Crown Victoria is regarded as the "Car of the Cars" and the burble of its huge V8 is the sweetest music a real man can hear in the opinion of many classic car enthusiasts. His ex-wife used to be with him to the motor shows and getting her replaced with Maggie was OK with her boss, especially because the different branches of Sonny's family enterprises owned many Ford Transits bough from his company.
However, he had promised to catch her at our house Friday morning, but on Thursday evening he rang her and said that their trip was cancelled, without mentioning any reason. The local gossip found out very soon and after lunch everybody at my job knew that the reason was that his car was damaged. Something had been written on it with some paint remover. Some rumors said, "Asshole" others said "Assfucker". I didn't care but understood that it wasn't of any advantage for me. I even doubted that it had anything to do with Maggie but I expected to be suspected.
How right I was. When Maggie came home from her job she was angry as a wasp and demanded to know if I was in any way involved in that vandalism. I told her the truth that I wasn't and she ought to know that I was at home the whole evening. As I feared, she felt sorry for Sonny and told me that if she ever found out that I had been involved, it would cause serious damages to our relationship. I felt like had been pulled into a war without winner.
He had lost a battle but intended to win the war and invited her to dinner Wednesday evening at the best restaurant in town for talking about a model job in an advertising campaign "as a compensation for what she didn't get at the show," which sounded weird to me. Maggie had accepted his invitation, which had me accusing her of "giving a message to that rich horny brat that she was for sale," which made her angry and accusing me of being a jealous "wife watcher". One positive matter was that she had not done anything behind my back. Not yet. It was not any disadvantage for Sonny that he got us arguing.
Maggie's ears were deaf to my objections and Wednesday evening she dressed very nice and left for the restaurant in a taxi. So did even a gang of my fellow workers. Next day at the job they told me that Maggie and Sonny obviously had a pleasant dinner until Sonny had to go to the men's room, where they had surrounded him, put a razor blade against his penis and told him that it would be cut off if he didn't skip all his dirty intentions for Magdalena Hanson and sent her home in a taxi.
It was a quite different man who returned to their table. The jolly small talk and giggling had disappeared and Maggie had a worried look on her face. Within ten minutes they had interrupted their meal and left in a taxi with the fellow worker gang tailing them in two cars. The taxi went to Sonny's house, where he and Maggie went in to the house. Before the gang had decided what to do, a cussing Maggie had rushed out from the house and made a call with her cell phone. A taxi had arrived a few minutes later and theytailed it to our home.
To my surprise Maggie got home much earlier than expected from her dinner with Sonny. I noted that she was in a bad mood but didn't say a word to me. I couldn't resist my temptation to ask her, "What the hell has happened? Have you sold your honor and lost the money? Or didn't the damn creep get it hard?"
She came close to me and asked, "Why don't you trust me?" "Because you . . . " Then I interrupted what I had intended to say and said, "Where the hell have you been? You stink like you are coming straight from a cow-house."
Maggie went to shower and the bed without wasting any further words on me. The next morning I was told what had happened the previous evening. But the guys didn't know what had caused the terrible stink in Sonny's house. The only thing they knew was that Maggie had rushed out from the house after not more than one or two minutes and Sonny had opened all windows in the house. Once again I had won a battle but got Maggie feeling even more sorry for Sonny.
Sonny caused his next problem by himself alone, without help from any others. When he hadn't heard anything from the police about his damaged car in two weeks he went to the police station, found the female detective who was responsible for the case and began threatening her with getting fired by his father's connections if she didn't find the marauder very soon. She tried to explain that they took the cases in order and for the time being she had five burglaries, three cars scratched at a supermarket parking and one stolen bulldozer to take care off before his matter got at the top of her pile a papers. He had began shouting that as one of the most important tax payers in town he had right to demand fast action when he got problems. That didn't impress very much on the local police because they are employed by the state and ruled from the county capital, where none cared about some Sonny Anderson in a distant small town.
However, the local police did but in a different way than Sonny expected. They happened to have a speed and drunk driving control one evening at the road between Sonny's office and his home. They got "Bingo", 25 km/h speeding and 0,5 pro mille alcohol. Not enough for a ticket to jail but enough for a "good bye" to the diving license for a long time and heavy fines expected after trial. He demanded his lawyer to accuse the police for harassing but the lawyer refused because the police had succeeded to catch five other speeders and one further drunk driver at that control point. One more battle for my account and this time Maggie didn't blame me.
Sonny was used to getting what he wanted and had a reputation of a man who didn't give up his intentions, especially not when the road to his goal happened to be a challenge with problem filled path. He had no plans to give up his plans for my wife but understood that he had to invest much more than he had done so far. While planning on how to get her impressed enough for ending up in his bed, he got a gift from above. Not from heaven, but with air mail from America. One of his best friends from boarding school, now living in the Silicone Valley invited him and his spouse to his wedding in Las Vegas. Sonny understood that he had a real bingo, which would solve his problems. He invented an errand to Maggie's job and invited her for lunch and offered her a very expensive trip for free if she wanted to act as his spouse during the wedding. His offer included all flights in first class, everything, for free in Las Vegas and a helicopter trip to the Grand Canyon. He even promised her that he had no intentions about seducing or demanding any kind of sex during the trip.
When she had promised to think about it, he had continued that she, of course was paid her usual salary from her job and her clothes for the wedding were for free.
She was much more interested than she had pretended to be during the lunch and back at her job she did a quick check with Google and found out that his offer was worth something around 10,000 in US dollars.
She told me about his offer the same evening, which was a plus in her account. But to my great disappointment she had already accepted his offer. I couldn't shut up and asked, " Only a ten thousand dollar trip means that he regards you to be much cheaper than his ex wife, who cost him five times more for a BMW before she spread her legs for him for the first time."
Nasty thing to say to her and she screamed back, "Do you think I'm a cheap whore?"
"What else can I think if that asshole can buy your love for such a cheap price? I don't blame you, ten thousand dollars is at least a bit more than thirty silver coins."
"Your problem is that you envy me because my job gives me such opportunity to travel."
"Your so called job for Sonny will give you more than that. Much more, indeed."
"You ought to trust me."
Nothing more was said in that matter during the evening. The next morning I went into my boss' office and told him the bad news that Sonny had taken a new, probably successful step against his goal with my wife.
His reply had me a bit confused, "I've heard that and believe me, it is under control and you don't have any reason to worry. You can pretend that you are worried, but don't do anything and let her go if she wants to do that."
After some talk about the job, which went on slightly better than expected, I left his office still confused but in a much better mood.
Maggie's decision to go to Las Vegas with Sonny put a definite strain on our marriage. Though we didn't have any serious quarrels, our usual laugh and jokes had disappeared and been replaced with some kind of correct behavior. Even our lovemaking was replaced with fucking, but far from as often as usual.
The last night before she left was an exception with real lovemaking again. We did it three times that night and after the last time when we had a small talk about things to do while she was away I asked her if she wanted me to pack her things in cardboard boxes. She began to cry and asked me, "Why?"
"Because it will be much easier for you move to Sonny's house when you are back"
"For heaven's sake, why can't you understand that it is only a few days job for me?"
"Because I know his intentions and it doesn't matter that he'll get you for a bargain, he had never invested even that amount, not even though it is peanuts for him, for nothing. He wants you and is willing to pay to get you."
"So you don't trust me?"
"No I don't, not in this matter. I can't give you what he can and obviously his money means more than my love. But one thing is for sure, I don't want you back after you've been soiled by that asshole. Doesn't matter if he dumps you direct after the trip. Please remember that this marriage is terminated as soon you spread your legs for him. It doesn't matter that you are drunk or drugged, which you probably will be if he doesn't get it otherwise."
"You've got Sonny as ghost in your brains. I love you and our children, only you and the children. Please trust me."
She began to cry before she fell asleep. A taxi arrived to catch her early in the morning and I kissed her, gave her a hug and said, "Thanks for these years and good luck for the future. Goodbye love."
"I love you."
And then she was gone. It was the worst day in my life because I had no hope that she could resist him after a few days in "his world". Only such thing as the comfortable flight in first class was as different as night and day compared to the crowded charter flights during our holiday trips. Even the limousine instead of coach from airport to the hotel must get her thinking about the advantages of living with Sonny. The only thing she had to do for getting such comfortable life was letting Sonny fuck her now and then. If that was unpleasant for her, she could do as the English girls did during the 19th century when they closed their eyes and thought about queen Victoria. We don't have any queen with that name, but the pretty crown princess Victoria, still single because her boyfriend is regarded 'too average', will be OK to think about.
I had many silly thoughts in my head during that sad day.
Back home from my job the next evening I got the surprise of my life. Guess who was sitting in the kitchen? Maggie was back home. When she saw me. She stood up, met me and began hugging and kissing me and begged, "Please forgive me! I've been a stupid idiot, please forgive me!"
Then I had her tell me what happened during her "super-short" USA trip. Some times later when everything calmed down again, I persuaded Maggie to write down her own story about the USA trip.
Maggie tells her own story:
To my great surprise Sonny rang me at my job and invited me for lunch. At the restaurant he told me that he was sorry that his earlier attempts to hire me for some PR jobs had ended in fiasco. But now he had got a new challenge in which he needed a well-qualified female hostess and in his opinion I was perfect for that job. One of his best friends, now living in Silicone Valley in California, had invited him to his wedding. As it was "the second trip" for both the bride and the groom they had decided to have it in Las Vegas together with friends instead of the usual family matter.
Sonny's friend had asked him to be the "best man" and together with his wife be hosts at the party after the wedding. Sonny's problem was that his wife had recently left him and therefore he offered me the job as his assistant at the party.
His offer included flights in first class, single rooms at best hotels, all meals, all other expenses paid and no deduction in the salary from my job. Sounded interesting, but too good to be true. Why so much for almost nothing? I thought that he expected some other favors and told him that he could get both younger and prettier escort girl in Las Vegas who would give him all kinds of a 24 hour a day service for far less expenses than I should cost him without any "personal service". Sonny looked me straight in my eyes and told me that the only reason for why he had not mentioned single rooms and no demand for any kind for sex was that it was so obvious that he didn't think it even needed to be mentioned. When Sonny rang me during the afternoon, I took the job.
I had expected complaints and objections from my husband but hadn't expected them to be of so serious kind as they really were. I got a very bad feeling when he accused me of having sold our marriage for "thirty silver coins" and when he began planning for divorce I understood that I was playing with fire and had made a big mistake when accepting Sonny's offer without talking with him. I rang Sonny and tried to cancel my trip but he told me that everything was already booked and persuaded me to go on with it.
My husband's chilly behavior had turned to very tender lovemaking during my last night at home before the trip and I feared that he regarded it as the last sex with me in our relationship. The way he said goodbye that morning put me in a very bad mood and I regretted the whole trip from it's very beginning.
Obviously I was a bad omen for Sonny because both of his earlier attempts to hire me for some job had gotten him into problems and so even this time. Reading ads in local American newspapers on the web Sonny had found a classic Ford 1936 convertible for sale in New York and made an agreement with the seller to buy it for a very good price, which would give him a nice profit when he sold it back home. Therefore he had booked the trip via Newark instead of Chicago and planned for one-day stay in New York so he could fix the car business. While waiting for boarding the plane, he rang the guy in New York and got the bad news that yesterday evening the car was sold to an another buyer who had paid two thousand dollars over Sonny's price. Sonny had got so mad that he had thrown his expensive new cell phone at the stone floor and I collected the pieces to a wastebasket. Sonny had gone straight to the bar for several drinks.
He continued his drinking on the plane and after some hours he began harassing me with, "You must be happy as hell for a real man took you away from that poor wimp of a husband?"
I told him, "He is no wimp and I love him."
"Not after this trip when you've got a taste of a real man"
"If you expect something such, please forget it."
"OK silly bitch, listen carefully to the new rules for this trip. No bullshit about single rooms and everything will be fine if you behave as a good girl. Understand?"
I didn't want any further arguing from him on the flight so I replied, "Yes." But decided to cancel the trip as soon as we got to Newark International and take the first possible flight back home. Sonny continued his drinking and fell asleep. After several attempts I succeeded in waking up Sonny before the landing and to my great pleasure he had a terrible hangover. I was after Sonny in the Immigration control line and when it was his turn, he for some reason was denied entry to the US. I heard him yelling and shouting racist and sexist comments to the young female Afro American Immigration officer, who obviously had pushed a button because two security guards were there within seconds and dragged away a screaming Sonny. That was the last time I saw him and didn't care where they took him. When it was my turn at the immigration desk, she did a quick check of my passport and said with a warm smile, "Welcome to the US."
I got my suitcase, went through the customs and was standing in the US with a huge ocean between my home and me and without a ticket for going back there. I found SAS desk and to my great relief I got a tourist class ticket to Copenhagen the same evening. Even sitting in a much less comfortable seat, the flight home was much more pleasant than in the other direction together with Sonny, which was the worst mistake I ever made in my whole life. After arrival to Copenhagen in the morning I got a local train over the bridge to Malmoe from where I got an express train near to my hometown and taxi for the last 40 km. Thank heaven for credit cards. I was back at home after the worst and most stupid mistake of my whole life. I had staked a happy marriage for nothing and prayed that my husband would forgive me.
When I got in to the bedroom and saw the pile of empty cardboard boxes I began to cry hysterically as I understood what my husband had intended to do while I was away. He got a real surprise when he found me at home after so short a time. I told him the truth that I had never had any intentions for cheating him, I had never cheated on him and I would never cheat on him. I had not given Sonny as much as a kiss. I begged him to forgive me, which he did to my great relief. Our marriage survived and I'm very happy that my husband after several chilly weeks regards me as his loving wife again.
Epilog.
About two weeks after Maggie's USA trip the young female detective had succeeded in finding the man who had damaged Sonny's Ford. He was bankrupt with huge debts and Sonny had refused to rent him an apartment, which he accepted but the reason for his vengeance had been Sonny's nasty comments and cruel laugh about his attempt to get an apartment.
Sonny's visit in the US got to be much longer and much more expensive for his family than he ever expected. Of course, I don't know everything for sure but the rumors I heard in town says that reason for his denied entry to the US was that he had been involved in some political crap during his time at the university. Sonny had been totally weird when he got drunk and harassed Maggie during the flight. If he had been nice to her and used his brains instead of his big mouth after the fiasco at the immigration desk, she had probably felt sorry for him.
During such circumstances it might been far from impossible for him persuade her to spend some days with him at a nice high class hotel in Mexico or Caribbean islands instead of Las Vegas and got great chances to catch her in his trap. Nobody will ever know if my boss' connections could interfered and put a stop to it in those countries. It is even said that when the airport security searched his luggage they found some cocaine. He could have intended to use it on Maggie to get her more apt to cooperate with his intentions if she continued to say "No" during his attempts to seduce her in more common ways. Or somebody who didn't like arrogant brats could have put it in his luggage to cause him a bit harder sentence.
Though the family hired an expensive local lawyer for Sonny's trial, the judge hadn't been impressed of their explanations and sent him for six months to some "white collar prison". According to the local rumors in town after two of his cousins were over there visiting him, some of his fellow inmates with bad experiences of racism, had used some hard ways to teach him about their humble opinion about his racist and sexist harassment of one of their female government employees as a very stupid matter.
