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Chapter Thirty Six Week forty three and thankfully Sam's morning sickness had stopped. Her horniness remained. It was fun, but it was exhausting. I was going to take Sam up on her suggestion that I go for becoming more feminine and wear skirts, dresses and sexier underwear. I was a bit puzzled on Monday morning. What do I choose? I chose a bra that allowed my girls to have their shape, rather than encasing them. My overactive nipples were likely to show everything that I was thinking. My knickers were lacy and high cut. It was still a warm September so I wore a sleeveless green wrap around dress that was just low enough to give a glimpse of my lacy bra. The hem line was a few inches above the knee, so it showed off my tanned legs. I decided to wear two inch strappy sandals instead of my usual trainers. My toe and finger nails were a bold red and my make up had taken much longer than my normal bit of lippy and mascara. It felt good to look good. When I arrived late in the studio, I was met with whistles and applause. I wasn't sure whether they were taking the mick. We had a new client who wanted a quote for a system. Sam suggested that I go with Megan to do the research instead of her, so later that morning we were on our client's premises. It was fun, I made the most of my assets without being too blatant. I did a fair bit of bending over shoulders to see screens. There were a few men walking into partitions and desks while they were studying my butt. If I leant forward when talking to the men, their eyes were drawn to the cleavage and the swell of my breasts. I was even aware of the uncomfortable swelling in the front of a couple of men's trousers. The power was fun. I did get a few disapproving glances from the women and Megan was having difficulty keeping a straight face. When we got back to base Megan had great fun telling the tale about my vamping. It wasn't such a drag being a girl. It could be fun. The girls in the studio admired my new ring, even though several knew it was a sham engagement. I was still not used to wearing rings on my fingers. For the rest of the week Sam and I competed as to who could look the hottest. I was even forced to shop in order to keep in the game. Liam spent a couple of evenings with us whilst Mike travelled to auctions. Liam loved spending time with his aunt Sam and his aunt Jen. It meant that he did not have to survive his dad's cooking and he could play on our state of the art computer games. We heard nothing new on the bribery case but there was news on our latest attack by the goons. The police had checked the footage that the witness provided and then checked the CCTV footage. They had tracked the van over a couple of streets leading in to the attack and a couple of streets on the escape. After that the van had disappeared off the CCTV that they had checked. Either the van remained somewhere close to the attack or they had picked a route that avoided all cameras. That was difficult but not impossible. All likely hiding places for the van had been checked with no success. Mike, Tim and I had looked at pictures of known villains who were considered to be potential suspects but none of us spotted any of the goons. The police regretfully said that the chances of catching anyone were slim. They did say that they would keep checking known associates of Justin. We were still wary of what Justin might do, but it was unlikely that he would send in the goons again. Saturday was a lovely sunny autumn day. Sam and I went for a long walk and just nattered away happily. We walked hand in hand and occasionally stopped for a cuddle and a kiss. We were simply happy and enjoying each others company. We had a few stares from men when they saw two hot chicks snogging. When one man, watching us, walked into a tree we burst into fits of giggles. We ended up sitting in the sun outside a riverside pub, watching the world go by. Sam had me rating all the hunkier men that passed by. We had played this game before but this time I let myself go and really tried to look at them as potential sexual partners. I tried to look at them as if I was a woman and that it was feasible for me to have sex with them. Once I started thinking that way, it became much easier to evaluate the men. It soon became clear that our taste in men differed. It all depended on the question. We decided on four categories and a person could be in up to three categories. The categories were shag, marry, friend or no way. The ones that tended to get rated shag by Sam tended to be very obviously alpha. They were confident, tended to be muscular and often looked well packaged. My shag choice tended to be more athletic, less pushy, more considerate of others and with nice smiles. Our marry and friend lined up well, but some of my shags were Sam's no ways and quite a few of Sam's shags were my no ways. Sam said a thing that brought me up short. It shocked me, but I don't think I let Sam see my surprise. She said that when I had a fanny and had felt a big strong cock inside me, I might rethink my shags. I had never thought of going anywhere near having the chop and getting my own fanny. Why had Sam thought it was a likelyhood? Sunday morning we took Liam to play a match. His team got beaten for the first time. The looks of surprise on the faces of his team were comical. They had never considered the possibility of defeat before, it was a good lesson that you can never take victories for granted. I signed up to take the mini rugby coaching course after the game. Mike and I found some time to have a snog while Liam played with his friends. It was nice. My only worry was that Liam had started to tell his friends that I was going to be his new mum. I didn't want him hurt again after his mother's rejection. Chapter Thirty Seven Week forty four and Sam is going to have her first big check up. When it came it was so thorough. The staggering news was that it was twins. Sam was delighted and I was in shock. The doctor gave her an absolute clean bill of health, saying that she was in as good shape as she had seen. We told our parents the news straight away and they were all as excited as us. What amused Sam most was that when she was measured, her height was 1.66 metres, a bit over five foot five. When I was measured in Cambridge my height was 1.72 metres. I was less than two and a half inches taller than her, not the three inches that I had claimed. For the next hour, she called me shorty. We decided that it was time to apply for a marriage licence. Mike put in the application after I had passed over my Jenifer birth certificate and my proof of residence. I did not have to provide proof that I was single because there would be no record of Jen ever marrying. The application was for a marriage to take place in twelve weeks time. All we had to do now was arrange the wedding and invite guests. We had to make it look as if it was a real wedding, where Mike really believed he was getting married. Mike's father left home when Mike was only six years old and his mother had died ten years ago with breast cancer. Mike had an older brother with a wife and three kids. He was also close to two cousins and their families. There were six from the rugby club that he felt that he had to invite with their partners and he asked an antiques dealer who was an old friend to be the best man. For a small wedding it was getting out of hand, we were up to twenty six guests before my lot was invited. To make it all seem real I was going to invite my parents and the core team from the studio, plus Sam. Including Mike, Liam and myself we were getting close to forty people. We booked the registrar for eleven weeks the following Saturday. Mike's friends and family were delighted with the news and Liam was the most excited, that he was going to get a new mum. In order to keep up the illusion we had to send out formal invites and book a reception. In a couple of days I had got the invites printed and a reception venue booked. When the booking was complete Sam sat me down. She had a sad and serious look on her face. "I want to talk to both Tom and Jen." My heart sunk. Had Sam got tired of the weird she male that I had become? Was she going to leave me? "Don't look so scared. I love you and I will never leave you." Relief swept over me but Sam still had the same sad serious face. "Tom, Jen, were you serious when you suggested that I relieve my frustrations with Danny? I can't stop this feeling of needing a bloody good rodgering by a full blown man. I know it is not fair and I know it is not right, but these bloody hormones are driving me crazy. They should return to normal in a few weeks, but at the moment they are driving me sex mad. If you are unhappy, at all I will grin and bear it. I know it is unfair but I have been getting more and more jealous of Mike." Sam sat there clearly unhappy and nervous. I felt a cold dread in my stomach. Was this the beginning of the end for us? I think I understood how Sam felt, but how could I really know? I had to trust Sam and hope. I knew that I could not be a proper Tom for her any more. I had to let go and trust. Sam was studying my face for a reaction. "I can't say that I am eager for this to happen, but I think I understand and I trust you." Sam burst into tears and we hugged and held each other tight for an age. We had decided to cross a frontier that put our relationship into a scary place. Later that afternoon I sat and had a quiet time to myself in the garden. The autumn sun still had some warmth. Because of the stupid wager, that we had entered into a year before, I had lost so much. A year ago I was the rough tough husband of a beautiful and sexy wife who loved me to bits. We had a sex life that was intense and lusty. I was a star rugby player in the club. I had a host of friends and a successful business. I was one very happy, very male, man. Now where was I? I was much more a woman than a man. I had got used to being female. I even found myself thinking like a woman almost all the time. I was emotional and prone to bursting into tears. I was actually comfortable as a woman. I had lost my happy sex life with my wife and it had been replaced by something lovely, more tender, less lusty, but differently satisfying. I missed the raw heterosexual sex. I had got used to this body and the pleasure I could get from my boobs. I enjoyed the power that I had over men. I had lost something precious with Sam and now I was risking losing Sam altogether. What if having sex with Danny gave her a taste for new pastures? I had a very confusing relationship with a man who I felt deeply about. I reacted like a woman around him. With him I was a heterosexual woman. With Sam I was a heterosexual male and a homosexual woman. God, was I screwed up? I wondered whether I would ever be able to go back to being good old Tom. I knew that it would be difficult physically now and the end result would be a shadow of Tom. I was not sure whether I could go back fully to being Tom mentally now. Jen was a real person and I knew that she would never disappear fully now. I had lost friends, or people who I had thought of as friends. I had lost my games of rugby. I had lost my reputation as an OK guy. I had lost my belief in myself as a man. I knew that I was still a strong person, despite the rape, but I did not see myself as a strong man any more. A further problem was Mike and Liam. A small boy, who had suffered too much already, was going to get his hopes for a new mum dashed. I had no idea what to do about Mike. I had led him on and conned him into falling for me. I had also fallen for him even though I am really a heterosexual male. What do I do about him when this whole wager is over? Let's face it, win or lose, Justin had screwed my life and Sam's life. Sam and I had lost something precious, whatever happened. There was also going to be collateral damage to other innocent people, especially Liam. So much had happened over the last year that had wrecked that lovely, safe, cosy life that we had had. I could feel tears of sadness welling up. God I hated being so girly. I knew that I had to support Sam, because I knew that she was very nervous about what she was going to do. The following day Sam told me that she had contacted Danny and discussed her proposition to him. She had told him that she wanted a night of no holds barred sex with him as a once off event. There was to be no inference that Sam wanted a relationship, she just wanted a night of sex. Danny had taken it all in his stride and had seen nothing strange in the request. My heart sunk when I knew it was really going to happen. I felt another piece of Tom slip away. Better news from the police front. They had called King-Smyth in to be interviewed. The outcome was, that he claimed the payments into his secret account were for advice that he had given a major international company about their tender for a large NHS contract. Because of a confidentiality agreement he could not disclose who the company was. He admitted that he had not declared the income, but that he fully intended to declare it in his on line self assessment for the tax year ending last April. His explanation of the money and the communications was clearly a load of rubbish, but the police felt that they needed more evidence before they felt that they would have a good chance of a conviction. They were fairly confident that the evidence could be obtained, though it would take time. King-Smyth had been suspended by the trust pending a disciplinary hearing, which, we understood, would not take place until the police investigation was complete. It was a shame that Kevin had been unable to tie Justin to the payments. Sam and I were less worried now because we felt that we had met the terms of the wager in full. All we had to do was to keep up the illusion for another seven and a half weeks. On Friday we contacted our lawyers to talk about the possibility of raising a civil case against King-Smyth. Our case would be to sue him for damages arising from the loss of a contract as a result of him accepting a bribe. The case would be judged on the much less rigorous standard of the balance of probabilities, rather than it having to be proven beyond all reasonable doubt. Our lawyers wanted a couple of days to think it through. Since Sam's announcement that she was going to spend a night with Danny, I knew that I had been very clingy. I kept needing hugs and kisses from Sam and I wanted to be close to her all the time. Saturday was spent with Sam making love as two women. I knew that Sam was shortly going to be with Danny and I did not want to become a basis for comparison. My confidence in my ability to make love as a man was almost non existant. On Sunday morning it was mini rugby as usual and an afternoon spent pleasantly with Mike and Liam. When I got back home Sam was getting herself ready for her night with Danny. She had taken care in her preparations and looked sexy as hell in her hottest lingerie. Her clothes and make up left no doubt about what her intentions were. At eight in the evening I said goodbye to a Sam. It was clear that just the very idea of what she was going to do made her both excited and aroused. I tried not to let my feelings show as I said my goodbyes. As soon as the door closed I just sat and wept. I was no longer a man who could satisfy my Sam in every way. I was a cuckold. That night was hell in my lonely bed thinking of Sam and Danny. Eventually, well gone midnight, I cried myself to sleep. Chapter Thirty Eight The start of week forty five and I awoke with Sam snuggling up close to me. It was so normal that it took me a moment to remember where Sam had been the night before. Sam had a lovely smile on her face and cuddled so closely. I knew that if Sam and I did not appear in the studio, Megan would open up and get things going without us. When Sam finally woke she gave me a long loving kiss. "Thank you Tom, thank you Jen, if I did not know before, I know now, that I love you more than anything or anyone in the world." "I did not expect to find you in bed with me this morning. I thought you were spending the night with Danny. What happened?" "I went to Danny's place and when I got there I was so hungry for sex with him. I almost attacked him and we were soon naked in bed. The feel of his strong body, the smell of him and his lovely cock were all that I wanted at that moment. It was wonderful, feeling the strength of him entering me and that first bout of love making was extremely physical and satisfying. I felt so alive and my orgasms came and came. We were both exhausted at the end. We had not kissed or cuddled before our sex and we did not kiss or cuddle afterwards. I just lay there waiting for Danny to be ready to go again. I gave his dick every encouragement to go again. As soon as he was ready I mounted him and rode him with a vengeance. I came again several times and the silly thing was that I was thinking of you all the time. When we had exhausted ourselves a second time I still avoided kissing Danny. The most ridiculous thing was that I had an overwhelming desire for a cup of tea. I went and made one for each of us and the two of us sat naked with me fondling Danny's cock in the hope that I could get it to perform again. Eventually he started to rise again and the moment that he was ready I pulled him into me. The third time was a bit of a let down after the first two. I even started to feel a little bored by the time Danny came for the third time. As soon as we started the third time I knew that I just wanted to get home to you. When Danny had finished I got up and had a shower. Danny was somewhat confused by the whole thing. He said that he had thoroughly enjoyed the sex with me and that the sex had been awesome. Any time I wanted a rerun he was ready. He added that it was the strangest sexual experience that he had ever had. It was the first time that he felt that he had been used purely as a sex object. If that was how women felt after a man had gone wham bam thank you mam, they had all his sympathy. Despite feeling used he was happy to repeat the experience. When I got home you were sound asleep. I could tell you had been crying. I managed to snuggle up to you without waking you. I was so glad to be back in our own bed with you. I make no bones that I really did need a good fucking and thank Danny for that, but this is where I belong. I just hope that you can live with what I have done. I love you more than I can possibly describe, but I did need that. I feel that the itch has well and truly gone. Can you forgive me and let us be lovers?" I had tears in my eyes again as we kissed. The rest of the morning was spent in each others arms as we made lesbian love to each other. Sam made me come time and again. At lunch time we crawled out of bed showered and got dressed. I hated that I had not been man enough for Sam but I knew that she loved me. We started to get responses to the wedding invitations and, so far, we had not had a refusal. Less than half the prospective guests knew that the wedding would not take place. Just over six weeks and they would know the truth. Mike had healed enough to start doing a little jogging. He was a fair way away from being ready to play rugby again, but it was a start and he was much happier. When I was close to Mike I still felt a buzz and when he held me my heart rate went up. I could not deny to myself that there was a sexual attraction. I avoided giving him opportunities to get too heavy but I found that I easily responded when he kissed me. What the hell was I thinking about? I was a married man and I loved my wife. In no way was I gay, except maybe with Sam. Our lawyers came back to us with the opinion that we had a winnable case against King-Smyth but unless we could show that Justin had been the person who paid the bribe, we were still hung out to dry on the wager. We could, probably, successfully sue King-Smyth for our losses, but there is no way he would have sufficient funds to cover our loss. We would still be in Justin's grip. We would have to show that Justin illegally influenced the awarding of the contract if we were going to invalidate the wager. We weren't too worried by the lawyer's verdict because we were confident that we could now demonstrate that I had met the terms of the wager. We heard from our ex policeman friend that after more interviews, King- Smyth had been charged with accepting bribes under the 2010 Bribery Act and also with Tax Fraud. Both offences could result in a maximum ten year sentence. He had gone before a magistrate and been released on bail. The case was scheduled to be heard in nine weeks time. It was good to know that he was going to trial. The trial would be too late to invalidate the wager, but that was no longer a problem. Sam and I were much more relaxed now than at any time in the last eleven months. We were confident that we were out from under Justin. Come the weekend I spent a happy Saturday with Sam and Sunday with Mike and Liam. Chapter Thirty Nine Week forty six and we decided to confront Justin and show that we had met the terms of the wager. He agreed to meet us on the Tuesday. When we got to his offices he met us, flanked by two large goons and attended by two lawyers. When we arrived he was worryingly cheerful. We were searched for any recording equipment or mikes while Justin looked on smiling. The insults and the baiting started straight away. "Ah, Tom and Sam, so nice to see you. Oh silly me, of course it is Jenifer and Sam now. What is it like being married to a girly eunuch Sam? It must be frustrating being married to someone who used to be a man. How is he now his balls have gone? Is it fun seeing him with tits and frilly knickers? How do you feel about him being groped by a hunky man? I know he was loving it, I could tell from the videos. I suppose that was why you had to go and be shagged by your lovely Danny. You have finally seen what a girly wimp he is and found fun with a proper man. How does it feel knowing that your husband loves having his tits felt by a man and snogging with tongues? I could tell he was enjoying it, his girly nipples stood out like organ stops. He certainly loves getting his tits out for the boys. You know I always had my suspicions that he was a secret cock sucker, now I have it all on tape. It certainly sounded as though you were enjoying it. How many cocks have you sucked now Tom? It certainly is going to make your training in Thailand easier. I can see that you are going to be a hit as a ladyboy tart, especially as you seem to enjoy it so much. Did you enjoy being fucked by those men in the van? You are going to have lots more of that when I ship you off to Thailand. Well Sam, now you have seen what a slut your Tom is, you can come to me to find what a real man is like." "OK Justin you have had your fun. You know that we have met the criteria of the wager. I am engaged to a heterosexual male who has a substantial net worth and the wedding is already arranged. The licence has been obtained, the registrar booked and the reception arranged. I have spent three nights in the same bed as my fianc?. The terms have been met." "Oh my dear sweet little girly boy, you are forgetting one fundamental term of the wager. Your husband to be must be in ignorance of the wager. I'm afraid you have blown it, unless you can come up with a new fianc? in the next five weeks. Isn't it fun, in under forty days I will be sending you to enjoy having the arse shagged off you in my brothel. The lovely Sam will stay with me. She can have her babies and then, I think, that whilst she becomes mine, I can get the brats trained up to work in one of my establishments as soon as they are not quite old enough. You stupid people, I know you kept checking that your home wasn't bugged but you did not check your cars or Mike's car. You did not check Mike's home for listening devices and cameras. I have had the pair of you under surveillance ever since the wager started. I have recordings of you talking about the terms of the wager to Mike in the car and in the hospital room. I have film of you and Mike in your garden talking about your plans. The directional mike picked up everything clearly. Let me show you some selected footage and hear some of the recordings. Now you stupid children, you have a few weeks of freedom left before your fates are sealed. Enjoy them." We were in severe shock when we left. We had forty one days to find a way out. What were our options? We needed to talk with our lawyers as soon as we could. When we met with them we ran through the possible routes we could take. The first was to challenge the basis of the wager in court. We would need to do that quickly, but the legal advice was that we would lose very quickly. The second option was to put the company in receivership. The legal advice there was that Justin would very easily be able to retrieve it from the receivers. A third option would be to tell HMRC that we had breached tax laws and that our company and assets should be seized until a full investigation was made. This was ruled out because we were too clearly not in breach. The lawyers asked for time to think up some answer to our problem. Unless we could tie Justin in to the case against King-Smyth, that was a dead end. We were running out of options. I had the unenviable task of telling Mike that the last months had been in vain. Justin had proof that he was aware of the wager. We had no option but to get in touch with everyone to say that there would be no wedding. Mike had to explain to a lot of bemused people what had been going on. The biggest casualty was one broken hearted little boy who had been looking forward to his aunt Jen becoming his new mum. There was no way, that I could explain it, that made sense to him. He just knew that he had been betrayed and let down again by a woman. His world was one unhappy mess yet again. It was not surprising that he did not want me to go to rugby with him. I got hold of Kevin to see if there was any way he could find proof of Justin affecting the awarding of the trust contract. He said that he would dig further, but he was not optimistic. The other task that he undertook was to remove the fictitious record of Jenifer Mary Young. There was no point in risking prosecution over that now. We were desperate. I thought that the idea of killing Justin was looking like being the only answer. If the police could get King-Smyth to admit that he had accepted a bribe in order to award the contract, then we would be in the clear. From what we had heard so far it was extremely unlikely to happen. The man was out on bail, so, in theory, we could get some heavies to scare him into a confession. Sam vetoed that option. On Saturday the lawyers came back with a suggestion. Sam and I could sue each other for damages over entering into a stupid wager. We could then ask the court to hold our assets until such time as the case was decided. It would only be a delaying tactic but it could give enough time for the case against King-Smyth to be decided. I mulled over the options and kept coming back to the idea of murder. When I was at school I was a member of the cadet corps, for a while. I had been on the cadets shooting team and I knew how to fire a pistol and a rifle. I had also used a shot gun several times, shooting clays. I knew that I was an accurate shot. I needed to find out Justin's movements, so that I could plan an opportunity. I also needed to get some kind of firearm. The first part was relatively easy. I had no idea how to achieve the second part. At the weekend I told Sam that I was going to try and map Justin's movements to see if I could find some leverage. I had no plans to let her know about my idea of murdering Justin. I knew where Justin lived, so on the Sunday, I started my stake out of his home. I parked some distance from his house, using our little run about. The windows are tinted so it is not too easy to see in. I sat in the back and hunkered down. I watched the comings and goings all day. Justin never left his home but there were visits by various people. Some were tarty looking females, some were heavies and I wished that I had brought a camera, because one was King-Smyth. Chapter Forty Week forty seven and there were only just over forty days left. I continued my surveillance of Justin and Sam worked with the lawyers to put together a case, where we sued each other for damages. It had to be believable enough to convince the court to control our assets until the matter was resolved. I found that Justin had a fairly repetitive behaviour pattern. He was driven to his office every morning, leaving the house at nine. He always had a driver and what looked like a second bodyguard. The guards got out of the car before him and saw him into the building. Most days he had lunch, watched by his two guards, at a local Thai restaurant. Sometimes he would have a business guest with him for lunch. One day it was the chief inspector, who had been given the bribery case to look into in the first place. He was one of the police now under investigation. When I saw that, I decided to get a camera with a telephoto lense and photograph every visitor that Justin had. When Justin left his office, he went to the Kit Kat club, escorted by his two guards. He left the club at any time from nine in the evening to midnight. He generally left with a girl, never the same twice. On Saturday he went to watch Chelsea, arriving early and leaving late, so I assumed he must have a box. Sunday was spent at his home with the same comings and goings. I had watched him for a week and realized that it was unlikely that I would ever get him alone. My best chance would be when he was getting out of his car at the office. All week I had been looking on the web for a way to get a gun. There seemed to be a number of options. One option was to buy a blank firing pistol, mail order, from the states, but I had no idea how to convert it and I would still need bullets. A second option was to trawl certain pubs in the shadier parts of London. A third option was to steal a gun from a gun club. A fourth option was to try to get hold of the shotgun of an acquaintance or friend. The fifth option was to find a contact who could supply. The last option seemed the most likely. The only two people that I knew that had access to the shadier parts of society were one of Mike's antique dealer friends and Kevin. Kevin was my first port of call. His reaction was that I was taking the piss. It took me a long time to convince him I was serious. I made him swear to tell no one, especially Sam. He finally took me seriously and said that he would see what he could do. It was ridiculous, Kevin was only just nineteen and he was the most connected person that I knew. Week forty eight and less than thirty five days left. I continued my surveillance of Justin. His pattern was just the same. I had a meeting with Mike's dodgy antique dealer and he was very cagey. He said that he might be able to give me the name of a contact. The following day I was told to go to a pub in Peckham and I would be met there. That evening I went to the pub at nine o clock as instructed. I was very, very nervous. I bought myself a drink and was approached by a very seedy looking young man who told me that my needs could be met. I would have to bring a thousand pounds as a good will gesture to another pub and hand it over to a contact there. If that went without a hitch I would be given further instructions and for a further fifteen hundred pounds I would be supplied with the required merchandise. The first meet was for Thursday night in a pub at the elephant and castle. Thursday night and I was there with a thousand pounds in an envelope. I was approached by a guy who could have been no more than nineteen. I was told that I would be texted with the location and time for the delivery of the merchandise. All this time Sam had been quizzing me as to what I was up to. I had remained tight lipped. On Friday morning I received a text, telling me to bring the fifteen hundred pounds, for a meet in the car park behind a different pub in Peckham. I drove there and parked in the car park. I was early, so I sat in the car and waited. Several other cars arrived after me and the occupants got out of all but two of them and went into the pub. One of the two cars that still had people in them had followed me into the car park. The other had arrived ten minutes after me. It was dark and the car park was poorly lit. I was extremely nervous. The second car flashed its lights at me and two scrawny looking youngsters got out and beckoned towards me. I made sure that I had the pepper spray to hand just in case. Feeling extremely nervous, I got out and walked towards the two young men. They wore hoodies and baseball caps. I couldn't see their faces. "Have you got the money girly?" "Have you got the merchandise?" "Let us see the money first." "After you show me the merchandise." "Don't be such a silly cow, give us the money." With that he drew a wicked looking knife from his sleeve and stepped toward me. I reacted instantly spraying his face. I was about to turn on his companion when he crashed to the ground under a large aggressive male. It was only when the youth was picked up and repeatedly punched that I realized that my companion was Mike. Whilst Mike punched his youth I kicked mine. They were soon, both curled up on the floor pleading with us to stop. I told them that they could go when they had handed over the gun. It was then that it was clear that they didn't have a gun. They had never had a gun. They just wanted to scam me for money. It had seemed an easy touch. We searched them and their car. We found drugs and knives but no gun. We gave each of our two yobs one last kick and left them. "What the hell are you doing here?" "Sam knew you were up to something but did not know what. She asked me to keep an eye on you and I have been tailing you for the last few days." "Were you at the pub last night?" "Yes, I kept an eye out just to make sure you were safe. I knew you were up to something shady, but I never thought you were after a gun. You can borrow my shotgun if you want. I picked up a pair from a client ages ago at a knock down price." "Do you have a licence for them?" "Of course." "Then there is no way I could use one. You would immediately become an accessory and would go to jail. There is no way that I would let you ruin your life and Liam's any more. I have caused the pair of you more than enough damage already." We drove our separate ways back home. Liam was asleep in one of the spare rooms. Sam quizzed me over what I had been up to and I had to admit what I had done. It took a while for her anger to abate at my stupidity. Eventually she tired of berating me. Mike stopped over in one of the other spare rooms. Sam was still mad at me when we went to bed but I did get a cuddle and we did kiss and make up in the morning. Sam and I spent Saturday with Mike, trying to think up options. I secretly thought that my solution of murdering Justin was still the only way. I knew that in my current state, prison would be very unpleasant, but I could see no other way out. Mike came up with a brilliant idea that could save one of us. One of us could sack the other for gross misconduct. In that way we could legitimately end one employment contract. The sacked person would still be a director and owner but not an employee. I refused to leave Sam at Justin's mercy so it had to be Sam that got sacked. We argued about it all day but in the end Sam realized that it would either be her that was saved or neither of us. Once Sam capitulated we went to look at the company's disciplinary procedures. There were very few descriptions of gross misconduct listed. The most obvious was theft, but Sam could not steel what she already owned. In the end we decided on the rule that wanton and deliberate destruction of valuable company property was gross misconduct. We then filmed Sam taking a sledge hammer to one of our valuable computers. We carefully backed everything up first. As soon as the deed was done I gave Sam a letter asking her to attend a disciplinary hearing on the Monday morning. In keeping with the terms of the disciplinary hearing, I invited Sam to bring representation with her to the meeting. She chose to bring our lawyer with her.