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Bad Karma Part 10 - Capturing the Fraudulent Fraulein Lauren was not sure about doing what she'd been asked to do. Everything about associating with nerds had been drummed into her via the toxicity of the Alpha females. That she had led them in this for so long didn't help her anxiety at going to talk to Colin, but the attitude had originated from Fiona, before Lauren had taken over the gang. Lauren had just adopted it as the norm when she'd become leader of the alpha females. Now she was not only going to have to swallow her pride and go and interact positively with one of them, but it was also one whom her duplicate had fucked pretending to be her on Saturday night. "Err hello Colin," she said nervously. It was so unusual for her to call him Colin rather than 'dweeb' or 'nerd' or some other insult. "Hello," Colin replied equally nervously. "I wasn't sure if you would still want to see me at school, and whether you'd just revert to type," Lauren had so wanted to say the easy insult that she'd done for years, but she bit it back, taking Kylie's advice. After all she wanted something from Colin. "Of course I do. I told you on Saturday that this is a whole new me," Lauren found herself saying with a fake smile. The whole new her was true on Saturday, but was it equally true now?" "Oh good, I'm so glad. I'm sorry for the measures I took on Saturday. I was just getting a bit annoyed with all your bullying and taunts at school," Colin replied. Kylie hadn't gone into any detail on all this, so she just smiled. "All forgotten now. That was a whole other me. I'm reborn now as a new better person," she lied, though she hoped it was true. She was certainly a different person to Saturday that much was true. Colin leaned in for a kiss, and Lauren beat down all her normal revulsions at the prospects and let him kiss her. She found it wasn't at all unpleasant. "Oh look at how low some of us have sunk!" Lauren heard Fiona's voice across the room. Lauren broke off the kiss and turned to glare at Fiona. "Yes, you have sunk pretty low," she replied to her former friend, trying desperately to keep an inner calm. ."I'm not sure if you can sink much lower. Me, I'm on the road to recovery and happiness. Hopefully you can do the same." "So you now have a nerd as a boyfriend. I guess you'll be dressing up and playing monsters and mayhem with them all next?" "Does it bother you if I do?" Lauren replied seeing this from the other side for the first time. "I've come to value people for who they are, and not what they wear or what they look like." "Oh so you're a nerd lover then?" Fiona taunted. Lauren heard Kylie's voice in her mind suggesting that she didn't rise to the bait, despite everything in her being wanting to. "I'm Colin's girlfriend if that what you mean by that yes. He's kind and considerate, unlike most of the jocks who you go out with," Lauren replied calmly. "You mean real men?" Fiona told her. "No, I mean the ones that will stand you up, think nothing about cheating on you behind your back and treating you like you're just a piece of fluff on their arm. I want a boyfriend who values me for who I am and treats me like a real person," Lauren replied. She was surprised to find that she actually meant what she'd just said, although she was yet to determine whether the last part was true. "I guess you'll be dressing like a dweeb soon as well then?" Fiona bit back, not denying the truth of Lauren's words. "I'll dress how I feel comfortable now with no pressure to look perfect. That sort of thinking drives you to being a bitch and I don't want to be that person anymore," The pressure of having the best looks enforced a bitchy competition that she'd once craved, but now saw was just a shallow empty hole that you could fall into. "Well enjoy your new life with the geeks! I'm sure the real women will have some things to say about it," Fiona threatened as she stormed off, having run out of any new ammunition. "Oh I will," Lauren said with a smile. She looked back at Colin who had a silly grin on his face. "Don't do that, it makes you look goofy," she started and then realised that she was moving back towards insulting her new boyfriend, and she needed him to help her mum. "You look so much better with your natural smile," Lauren added quickly "Err, alright I guess so," Colin wiped the smile off seeming confused at the reprimand followed by the compliment. She needed to bring him back to the subject at hand. "I thought that I might come over tonight," she purred at him and saw his face light up nodding in agreement. "I need a favour for my mum and I know that you're the right guy for the job." Colin looked puzzled. "What favour?" "It's a little bit of technical wizardry that I know will be right up your street!" she replied. She had him hooked now and she knew that he wouldn't say no. ********** Tuesday evening was Dean Sanderson's scheduled rendezvous at Meredith's flat and he was dreading it. That it was the last time that he would have to see her was a plus, but that was mitigated by the fact that as part of this he would have to have sex with a man one more time. The man in the Meredith bodysuit would never tell them what they needed to know voluntarily, so she needed to be encouraged to tell them through deception before the others could put their plan into action. Meredith answered the door and looked stunning as always. Given that her features were all fake this wasn't a huge surprise. Dean forced himself to be chirpy and seem excited to see 'her'. "Hi Merry. Sorry I couldn't make it the other day," he forced himself to say with a smile that he didn't feel. "Come in quickly, we've much to discuss," she told him. Dean hoped that would mean that he could get what he needed from 'her' without needing to get down and dirty with 'her'. He nodded and entered. "Anything in particular?" he asked her. As they headed through into the living room he passed the bathroom and the memory of seeing the man beneath Meredith's latex form came back to him. He shuddered behind her back at the thought. "Yes as a matter of fact. He's promised to marry me as soon as the divorce is through, which is much sooner than I expected. We can be together so much sooner!" Meredith told him. "That's great news!" Dean feigned his own excitement at the news, but he really didn't feel it. "We should celebrate!" Meredith grinned at him and he knew exactly what she meant. He still couldn't comprehend fully that this was really Donald Trent. He'd always known that Don was a jerk ever since school, but that was in the way he'd behaved. He'd never thought of him as some queer guy who wanted to screw other men. "Yeah," Dean said half-heartedly. He needed the information before he could call in the cavalry. "How about we have a drink first? After all that's the traditional way to celebrate." "Of course," Meredith smiled and went to the fridge. She bent over to look inside for some sparkling wine, giving Dean a view of her shapely arse beneath the bodycon deep blue business dress she was wearing. All the while his cock was saying that she was a gorgeous woman despite his brain telling him that in reality she was nothing of the sort. She fetched two flute glasses from the cupboard and poured the wine into them. Dean took one of them and knew that he needed to distract her to do what he needed to do. "Can you close the curtains before we start? I don't want the neighbours getting a free show?" Dean asked and Meredith put her glass down and went to obey. Whilst she had her back turned to him, Dean put a little something into her glass. "Drink up honey, I need some loving," Meredith informed him. Dean realised that he wasn't going to get out of doing the dirty act and he drank his wine down quickly to give him a bit of Dutch courage for what he was about to do. She did the same and he led her over towards the bed. Dean knew that he was going to have to do this and he kicked off his shoes, stripped off his shirt and pulled down his trousers. The sooner this was over the better. "You're keen," she told him. It couldn't be further from the truth, but neither the less he still removed his socks and pulled down his pants. "Aren't we forgetting something lover?" Meredith was still standing there fully clothed. Dean leaned in towards her to unzip her bodycon dress at the back, and she took the time to nibble at his neck as he did so. He felt revolted but didn't show it as the dress dropped past her hips to the floor. Whilst he was around the back he unhooked her bra first go. He'd have been proud to show off his skill to a real woman but as it was he just unhooked a pair of silicon fakes built into the suit. Boy did they look real however and his dick reacted in a positive way to the view. Meredith pulled away from him and slid her own pantyhose and white lacy knickers down revealing her treasures beneath. She lay back on the bed and wriggled herself up on the bed so that she was more fully on the bed. Once there she spread her legs for him and he got a full view of her pussy with the dark mat of pubic hair just above it. The thing looked so real. If he hadn't known differently, he'd have said it was a real vagina, with folds of skin forming the vaginal lips and clitoris at the head. This is really a man. He thought in his head, but his dick didn't believe his mind. His dick was excited for the seeming woman in front of him. He climbed on top and started feeling her left breast whilst fingering her vagina. The breast felt real and wobbled just like a real breast would. Her honey hole was already starting to get wet, but given that he now knew that squeezing the breasts allowed the pussy juice to go down capillary tubes into her vagina he wasn't at all surprised. It all felt so real in there and he could find no sign of her hidden dick within. Dean knew he had no choice but to carry this out and so he took his hand away from her wet sex and pushed his erect manhood inside. There was no chance of getting any disease from the fake woman so condoms had not been necessary, not that he'd ever used one. In response to his first thrust inside her she moaned with pleasure, though Dean now knew this to be fakery. He massaged her glorious breasts as he continued thrusting in and out of 'her' and she continued to pretend to enjoy it all. The session went on for some time and Dean was starting to worry that he couldn't finish things off. Meredith had pretended to reach orgasm several times already and his member had yet to fire its bolt. The mental block in his head was somehow stopping him get the full erotic experience necessary to trigger the final explosion down below. He needed to do something to show how he appreciated her, but his member was being unco- operative. So instead, he began thinking of Jasmine and their last session together in the bedroom. In about twenty seconds his erotic thoughts of Jasmine had energised his member such that it produced his seed from it in vast quantities and he cried out at the intensity of the orgasm he received. Having finished, they lay back on the bed and held each other and kissed. Dean ended the kissing as soon as he could and asked her. "So do you do it in the same way with him?" he asked. "You're not jealous are you?" she pulled back a little from him. He wanted to be sick. It was the last thing he felt at the moment. "No, just curious. I can do anything he does and more," Dean answered, sounding like he was boasting. "He's a lot more forceful and dominant than you. He likes taking me from behind and he likes doing it a lot over the course of a day. I let him do what he wants, but sometimes I take charge and suck him off," Meredith replied casually. "You like sucking his dick?" he asked knowing that inside the very high quality bodysuit was really a perverted man called Donald Trent. Mentally he was revolved by it, but his own penis was strangely aroused by the thought. He did after all look completely like a woman now however and Dean decided that was what it must be. "Sure. There's never usually that much of it and I just swallow it down. Do you want me to sort out little Dean?" she asked noticing his re- arousal down below. . "Oh no, not at the moment. Maybe in a bit," he had to rapidly think of an excuse before he changed the subject. "It seems I don't have the energy that your tiger Marcus has. What does he call you and you call him? When you make love to him that is," he asked as they lay back on the pillows. "Why do you want to know that? He called me Merry, like the character in Lord of the Rings and I call him darling," she replied shaking her head in surprise. "Aww that's so cute," Dean replied light-heartedly, though he didn't feel it. "I'm curious that's all. Is there anything special you do with him? I mean I'm open minded and I like to try new things that I've never tried before." Meredith turned her head towards him, a surprised look on her face. "Really? He's missed my pussy a few times when taking me from behind. I'm sure it was deliberate of course." It took a while for what she said to register in Dean's brain. "He has anal sex with you?" She laughed at his puritanical tone. "I thought all men secretly liked doing it up the rear but would never admit it. So you want to try that then?" The sleeping pills hadn't had their effect yet and he had to do something until she'd passed out. "I guess so," he'd manoeuvred himself into a corner, and he either could let the fake woman suck him off now or he'd need to do 'her' in the rear. He decided to try and keep on pretending to himself that this was a woman and take one for the team as he waited for the sleeping pills to take effect. She got up on all fours a tad slowly and wiggled her beautifully shapely fake padded arse at him. He carefully moved his manhood into position and thrust into her rear passage. Meredith, or rather Donald Trent squealed in delight. ********** Donald Trent posing as Meredith loved having his rear invaded by a man. It was what had gotten him in trouble in the first place. Meredith had found out about his affairs with both men and women and they had had an almighty row. The row had escalated and Donald had hit her for some of the things that she had said. On reflection, perhaps he had hit her too hard and when she went flying across the room she hit her head on the sharp corner of the table. The wound was possibly not fatal but he had kicked her and refused to call an ambulance lest he get accused of assault. Meredith had died about twenty minutes later and Donald knew that he was in deep trouble. The police would find out that she'd been killed when she went missing and he'd go to jail. Then he'd remembered the guy Oscar from the club. He'd worn a fake suit of a woman so lifelike that it would fool anyone. What if he could make a suit for Donald of Meredith? They were about the same height and their builds were not far off. Only their shoe sizes differed and he could buy more shoes for 'her' when he had the suit. That way she wouldn't go missing. No one would notice that he was gone. He could quit his job and if needed still appear around at times by removing the suit. It was a perfect solution. All he had to do now was to get rid of the body in the canal with a few bricks to tie it down later that night and persuade that guy to make him a suit of Meredith. He'd need to cover for her absence for a week or two, but he could send an email to her work from her account asking for an emergency two weeks off to visit her dying mother in the north. Now the fruits of the plan were really paying off. He was getting regular sex from both this dweeb and Marcus. When he married Marcus he would have a share of his money and he could give up doing Meredith's stupid job. Once Marcus died in an unfortunate accident Meredith would have the money to herself. He wouldn't need to work again and Meredith could have any man she liked. Training this dweeb to do anal sex had been a great idea as he could feel so much more than normal penetration, which whilst it rubbed against his dick a bit, just wasn't quite the same. It was odd as he normally became more excited by anal sex than this. Instead now he was starting to wilt. Keeping Meredith's body up on all fours on the bed was becoming more and more of a challenge and he wanted to yawn, despite knowing that Meredith shouldn't be yawning as she got herself pounded from behind. Finally he could stay up no longer, his eyes drooped and his arms collapsed down, changing the angle of entry. The change gave him a brief pleasurable pain in the rear that caused him to cry out in pleasure Meredith's voice, but that lasted only briefly and soon his eyes were drooping again. Sex normally didn't make him tired something was wrong! Maybe he needed to see a doctor was the last thing he thought as he fell off the man's cock and curled up in a ball to sleep. ********** Finally Dean had activated the signal and Wendy Redfern and the real Jasmine got to work. The two women hurried towards the open door and headed inside, following a grim looking Dean Sanderson inside. Just behind them two geeky young men were struggling to carry a degree of technical equipment. "I can't believe that I just did that. This had better work after all that," Dean told them. Wendy asked urgently. "Where is she?" Dean to a moment to register that they were asking about Meredith, the pronoun temporally confusing him. "Through here," The two ladies followed him into Meredith's bedroom where she was sprawled naked face up on the bed. Her breasts were fully on display, but fortunately her lower half was covered. Still the geek's eyes popped out of their heads. "Where do you want this set up?" Harry Everstock asked trying his best not to stare, but Wendy noticed that he still kept dragging his eyes back to look at the naked lady on the bed. "Set it up so that it can get a good view of the bed and the TV at the same time," Wendy told them. "Make sure that the DVD is loaded in the player ready to go. It is the news and programme from a couple of months ago right?" "Of course. It took me a while to find what you needed, but we can find anything if you know who to talk to on the dark web. Mind you Sylvan usually gets other less savoury requests," Colin replied as he bent down to load the DVD up. That wasn't important as long as they had the footage from the right day. It was important to be able to place Meredith and Marcus' little affair as happening before Jasmine was caught. Wendy Redfern watched as Harry stood on the dresser and unscrewed the air vent before setting up the small camera equipment inside and setting it on low power so that the remote control could activate it. He then put a Perspex plate over it. "The remote I just need to turn on and then press record right?" Wendy asked. Harry nodded and then took another brief glimpse of the naked lady on the bed. "Thank you boys, you've been most helpful. I'm sure that Lauren will appreciate your efforts on behalf of her mother Colin." The boys took that as the signal to leave but at the last Colin turned. "When can we get the equipment back?" he asked. "Sunday I hope. I'll get Lauren to go round and tell you when we need it removed and the video processed. Thank you for doing this," Jasmine told him giving him a warm smile. Wendy waited for the boys to leave before she went over to the figure on the bed and removed the sheet from her lower half. Her dark haired vagina was now clearly visible between her legs and Wendy would have been impressed with the quality of the workmanship if she hadn't done it herself. One less thing that Jasmine, Lauren and Kylie didn't need to know at this stage. "Turn him over and let's get him out of that," she commanded to Dean, who screwed up his face at the task but complied. They removed the wig carefully ripping the dark black wig from its Velcro fastenings, leaving her bald with just two pieces of Velcro atop her pate. Wendy carefully stowed the wig on the side and looked for the near invisible zipper on her back underneath the mask. Having found it, she drew it down Meredith's back, revealing the slightly darker and hairier skin beneath. "Get the rings and her jewellery off. I'm going to need them, so carefully arrange them on the dresser." Wendy knew her work was good but was impressed at how long the suit had lasted without any blemishes in the two years since he'd made it for Donald Trent. He'd met the man a few times in the Tropincana Club, a gay bar on the edge of town. By reputation the man was bi just like him and he'd seduced him as Wendy and then revealed the true nature of his disguise to the other man. Then they'd fucked as two men to round off a night of complete debauchery. Donald had come knocking at his house late one night in a panic. He'd loved what they'd done and having seen the wonders of Wendy, wondered if Oscar could make him something similar. He had shown Oscar a photo of what he wanted his alter ego to look like and Oscar had measured and made the suit for him in exchange for a week of heavenly sex. How was he to know that she was a real person and that Donald would completely disappear on him disguised as her? Not that he'd really looked after Donald never showed up again at the club. They took the mask and suit carefully from the corseted unconscious man and laid them on the bed beside him. "I'm afraid I'm going to need a bit of privacy now. Take him back and lock him in the panic room back at your place. Before you go Dean, I need to know everything that she told you about her nocturnal activities with Marcus. I don't want him twigging that him fuck-bunny has been replaced a second time," Wendy told them. Dean nodded and recited all that he'd learned during their pillow talk. She noted that he looked happy to have gotten it off his chest and even happier that he was getting out of there. "Jasmine, I'll contact you hopefully on Saturday if all goes to plan," Wendy confirmed. She just hoped that the suit would still fit her. When she'd made it originally there were of a similar size but things could have changed over the years. The fact that this suit had a built in voice changer would make it easier. Oscar really should have questioned the need for the voice changer back when he made the suit. "Okay. Do what you need to with my soon to be ex-husband and then we'll have the last laugh," Jasmine replied. Wendy hoped that she could pull this off. It would answer all their problems. ************ Alas Kylie's problems were not something that Wendy / Oscar was taking into consideration. She'd given up her revenge on Lauren and even helped her get her life back on track, but her life was still a mess. Even if she could extract herself from the Kylie suit, which was the first problem, Dan still had no prospects. The charges against him and his expulsion from the teaching profession were still very much current issues. Colin had Lauren's 'confession' on tape, but he didn't have a copy and he doubted that Colin would let him have it, given that Lauren was now his steady girlfriend. As a result he still had no job and no prospects. He'd thought about asking Lauren to admit that she'd lied about him, but even if she did, he'd need to admit that he was Kylie and had impersonated her. Besides her ex-friends had all testified against him too. It was a mess. She couldn't talk to Wendy about it as she was busy being Meredith and trying to sort Jasmine's messes. Lauren was out unless she wanted to admit who she really was and the same went for Jasmine. So she went to see the only person left that she knew as Kylie. Going to see Jasper was a risk, but she really needed to talk to someone with a sympathetic ear. The third time of knocking at the door of Jasper Coombe's house was as nerve wracking as the first two. She smoothed down her white bodycon dress with little pink flowers on it and checked her hair in the mirror before she rapped the door knocker. Jasper came to the door after about half a minute and his face lit up at seeing Kylie again. "I thought you'd done a runner on me. I haven't seen you for ages and I couldn't contact you," he admonished her. "Sorry, I've had a really busy week. It's been so hectic that sometimes I think that I'm not the same person that I was yesterday," Kylie apologised. "That's okay, but I'd love it if you would come around a bit more often Kylie, or maybe we could have a regular date going out together," Jasper sounded a bit like a lost puppy. Kylie wasn't really ready for that kind of conversation right now though. "We'll see. I just need to talk right now. Can I come in?" she asked noticing that Jasper had finally realised that he had kept her waiting on the doorstep and he stepped aside to usher her into the house. The front room had been overtaken by his art and he had several canvases in part states of completion. Kylie noticed that they all had a common subject in them ... her! It was a bit disconcerting seeing a shrine of paintings all with your fake image that you were currently projecting. An image, Kylie thought to herself, that she was currently stuck with - quite literally. "You did some more pictures of me." The statement was obvious but it needed saying to break the silence. "Yes well I wasn't completely happy with the first one. I just didn't think I captured you well enough and I sort of got carried away," Jasper confessed, slightly embarrassed. "They're remarkable, but I didn't come over to talk about that," Jasper looked relieved. "I'm at a crossroads in my life and I needed some advice from someone I trust." Kylie watched Jasper process that last nugget of information and noticed that as the realisation of what she had said registered that his face lit up. "Oh well, I'm happy to be a sounding board and a friendly ear. What's up?" he replied before offering her a drink. Although Kylie felt that a stiff drink might be good for a bit of Dutch courage, she rejected it as she didn't want to get tipsy. She licked her lips. This wasn't going to be easy and she couldn't tell him the whole truth. "I'm between work and I think I'm going to struggle to get a new job," she began. "You need money?" he interrupted her. "No, it's not like that really," she tried to find the right words for it. "I had a false allegation made at me in my last job that has ruined my career prospects. The authorities believed the other party even though I was innocent and now I can't get work anymore." "What do you do?" Jasper asked. "I'm a teacher," Kylie answered honestly. "Well that shouldn't be too hard if you are any good," Jasper began unhelpfully. "I'm sure that you are good at it," he added rather quickly. Not wanting to boast she said simply, "I like to think that I am, but my prospects are gone now." "Really? There's a lot of opportunities for a teacher beyond in schools you know. Trainers in business for one and private tuition. You can do pretty well from that if you have the right clients. My cousin is looking for private tutor for her young son at the moment who has learning difficulties. I could put you in touch if you like." That was a sliver of hope, but once she thought about it she recognised all the inherent problems involved. She was presenting to him as Kylie and he would expect Kylie to do the teaching. However Kylie wasn't a real person with a real NHS number or a real national insurance number. She was just a hunk of silicone and latex when it came down to it. Dan could try those other markets, but even then his history would come back at him when they checked references. On the one hand he had too much and the wrong history and on the other hand Kylie hadn't got any. "That's so sweet of you," she replied, not trying to put him off. "What subjects would he need tuition in?" "He's year six. You'd have to talk to my cousin Julie, but I'd guess maths and english in the main with a bit of history. I can give you her number," Jasper replied sounding pleased that he could be of help to both Kylie and his cousin. Kylie knew that she could teach a ten year old those things readily enough. All the more the pity that it couldn't ever happen. "Yes please," she found herself saying enthusiastically, despite internally despairing of it ever happening. "I'm sure that there are loads of others around who could use extra private tuition. You could start your own business," Jasper continued enthusiastically. It was just depressing her even further, since it could never happen. "Yes that would be great," she continued the pretense that she would be going along with all this. Jasper found a pad and paper and scrawled his cousin's name and mobile phone number down on it. "Perhaps you could give me your number?" Jasper asked her. Check! "Err well," Kylie began. She really couldn't give him Dan's mobile or even his flat's phone number. "My mobile's broken at the moment. I'll give it to you next week when its fixed." "Well perhaps you can come round and give it to me in person? Say next Monday night?" Jasper was on a roll now. She could hardly say no at this point without looking completely ungrateful. Mate! ********** Jasmine and Dean struggled with the unconscious body of Donald Trent and took him upstairs into the house. He still stank of sweat and cum from his exploits with Dean and the tennis coach was looking very sheepish at the smell. Jasmine decided not to press the matter as she knew that Dean really hadn't wanted to do it. They'd spent quite some time in fact persuading him that it was necessary to extract all the information so that Wendy could get what she needed to impersonate Meredith well enough to fool Marcus. There were questions still in her mind though as they shut the naked Donald Trent in the panic room. How would they get away with kidnapping this man pretending to be a woman and what were they going to do with him long term? Their plan just had too many variables in it and things that could go wrong, and if it did go wrong then she would be penniless and in debt to the loan sharks still. Doing this meant that none of them were innocent of any crimes and so Jasmine had effectively removed her own come back on the two women, Wendy and Kylie who had kidnapped and impersonated them. It had been a bargain made of desperation, and she still wasn't altogether happy with it. Having sealed the door and pushed the wardrobe against it, the pair relaxed. Jasmine was still strongly attracted to Dean, but she was all too aware that he had betrayed her. This was their first time alone together and now that all the essential tasks had been done, for a while they just sat there in awkward silence. Eventually it was Dean who broke it when it became just too protracted. "Have you forgiven me?" he asked. There was a hopeful tone in his voice. "Why did you do it?" she didn't directly answer his question, just asking one of her own. She watched his face as he thought about his reply. The initial wince turning into a thoughtful expression. "At first I just wanted the money that Meredith, or should I say Donald Trent promised me. I had no idea what he really intended and I'd have had nothing to do with that at all, even if Marcus is an utter pig. Then when I was with you I had such a good time that I enjoyed what I was doing. You would tell me how badly you and your pig ofa husband were getting on after sex and I felt that I was doing you a good turn. Giving you some pleasure in your life. I had no idea about the prenuptial agreement and so I thought that a divorce would be good for you and that we might have a chance afterwards," Dean admitted. "I didn't know that it would be really bad financially for you. So, when I found out the truth about Donald Trent, I came to you rather than that pig Marcus. I wouldn't trust him as far as I could throw him, given all you've said about him." Jasmine thought carefully about his reply. If he was being honest about what he said then he did care about her, but his betrayal was still a bit raw. "Yes, he's an absolute pig. I wish I'd seen it when I first married him," Jasmine replied neutrally. "Your deception though is pretty hard to forgive." "You've forgiven Kylie and Wendy," Dean replied. "I will always love you no matter what happens now though." "True, but I think that it's going to take me time to forgive and learn to trust again," Jasmine replied sadly and sighed. "When you build up so much bad karma in your life, do you really deserve a happily ever after?" "If you change and start working your bad karma off, can you not come out the other side ahead? If not, then is then any hope for anyone who's ever done anything wrong in their life?" Dean asked her and he had a point. 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