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The tremendous thunder storm had caused the organizers to cancel the entire softball tournament after a two-hour delay and a forecast that it would continue for the entire weekend. We were a very good team and pretty much figured that we would be in the final game on Sunday night, so we planned on going home on Monday morning. The guys and I went back to the hotel and checked out two days earlier that we had planned.
I hopped into my SUV and began my drive home. Except for the high cross winds and the lightning, the five hour drive home was uneventful as I listened to music and some talk radio. My wife was planning on staying home and doing some gardening and some relaxing. Our day to day lives were often so busy that a weekend off was a Godsend.
Having left the storm behind an hour ago, I exited the freeway and followed my path home, almost on autopilot, until I got the house and found my driveway blocked by strange cars. Well, I parked on the street and walked into the front door carrying my equipment bag and my overnight case. I closed the door and was immediately greeted with the sound of laughing and cries of joy. The cries of joy were my wife’s and the laughter was not.
I set down my equipment bag, took out an aluminum bat, and quietly walked up the stairs. As I approached our bedroom the sounds became louder. I walked into the room and there on the bed was my wife with her back, or rather her ass, to me. Under her with a cock in her pussy was one man. Behind her with a cock in her ass was another and next to her was a third with a cock in her mouth.
She was moaning and letting out cries of joy like I had never heard, and the combined grunts of the men covered the sound of my entrance.
“Man, this is the most fun I have ever had,” said the man with his dick in my wife’s ass.
“I know. I never thought that she would go for it when I mentioned it at lunch,” this was the man under my wife with his cock in her pussy.
“Well I am glad you two work together. Can we do this again?” Asked the man with his dick in her mouth.
“I don’t know. When you take your dick out of her mouth see what she says,” the man fucking her ass spoke again.
“Out of her mouth, hell, I don’t want to take it out of her throat!”
They all laughed together on that one.
Swinging the bat like the power hitter that I am, I struck the man on top of my wife first. I came down on across his right shoulder crushing it and driving the air out of his lungs, trapping my wife and the first man under his weight. The third man pulled his cock out of my wife’s mouth as I swung again and hit him square in the solar plexus, driving the air out of him and doubling him over. I then hit him in the kidney as hard as I could.
My next attack was to stab, with the wide blunt portion of the bat, and crush the testicles of the bottom man, the guy in my wife’s pussy. He screamed and jerked with such force that he threw the unconscious man on top of my wife and my wife off the bed and onto the floor. He doubled over, grabbing his now useless testicles and I jabbed the bat again straight into his face, crushing the area just under his left eye and rendering him as unconscious as the other two men.
My wife was on her knees next to the bed, trying to cover her breasts and her pubic area.
“Oh God! Don’t kill me! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” The look on her face was one of utter horror.
I scanned the room. The three men were unmoving, but my rage was still growing. Bat in hand, I stood over her, glowering, then I turned and began to destroy every piece of furniture in the room, starting with her jewelry case and the mirror on the dresser.
I crushed the lamps on the night stands and then the night stands. I found myself standing over her, starring madly into her eyes, holding the dented aluminum bat above her. She screamed and passed out.
I walked out of the room and down the stairs and after what seemed like an eternity, I sat down on the floor and pulled out my cell phone dialing 9-1-1.
“This is 9-1-1, what is your emergency?”
“This is Mick O’Dell at 1526 S 99th Plaza. I just came home to find my wife having sex with three men. I thought they were raping her and I have injured them, perhaps badly. Please send help. I will be sitting on the front porch. I am unarmed.”
I hung up.
Standing, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a soda out of the fridge, then I used the bat to break everything inside of it. I opened the cabinets and broke every glass, cup and piece of china we owned, every plate and bowl. I destroyed the kitchen chairs and on my way out of the house, I destroyed anything my bat could reach.
I walked out of the house, sat on the stairs with the bat in my lap. I opened the soda and had time to take a few swallows from the can before I heard the sirens approaching. As the cars pulled up onto the lawn I heard several voices commanding me to get on the ground. I slowly set the bat and my drink down on the porch and rose up off the porch and lay on the grass. Two officers grabbed me and put me in handcuffs while several others ran into the house.
I heard my wife’s blood curdling scream as the police moved into the bedroom, I am assuming with guns drawn and further scared the hell out of her. I heard the sounds of voices on the radios they carried and I just took a deep breath and everything went black.
I was shaken awake by the hands of an officer. He was shaking me and asking if I was alright. I looked up at him and nodded, as I accepted the help to get to my feet. He said something to me about rights and put me in the back of a car. I sat there as the guys in the ambulances brought out the three men. One of them was conscious, the other two not, but no one had blankets over their faces, so I guess I hadn’t killed anyone. Then they led my wife out. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans and sandals. They had a blanket wrapped around her and took her to an ambulance.
We made eye contact as she walked out of the house. Her eyes were cold and dark, she was dealing with the emotional shock of what she had just gone through. After a few more minutes the squad car I was sitting in was driven to the jail and I was processed.
I was ushered into an examination room and had my handcuffs attached to the table top. After a few minutes a guy in a suit came in and sat down.
“I am Detective Rolfs. I want to ask you some questions.”
“I really don’t want to chat about anything until I have spoken to my lawyer.”
“Very well.”
I was taken to a holding cell and had the cuffs removed. I took a seat on the bench and waited. After several minutes an officer opened the cell and told me to stand. He took me to another room with a telephone. I contacted a friend on my softball team who was a lawyer. I told him that I was going to need his help with a possible assault and a divorce and asked him to meet me in jail. A few hours later, Jerry showed up. He was frisked and checked in and then taken to an area where the prisoners had visitors.
“You want to tell me what the hell happened?”
“Well, I came home from the softball tournament and found her in bed fucking three guys. I took my bat and started hitting people and breaking things. I think I broke up a lot of our property and I know I hit those guys, so I am guilty of that. I want to divorce her as fast as I can and if at all possible I don’t want her to get shit.”
“They are going to hold you overnight and you’ll be arraigned in the morning. Then we will know the charges and how much bail will be. You couldn’t just yell, honey I’m home and let them kill themselves falling down the stairs huh?”
“I guess I got mad. What should I do when the police want to talk to me?”
“Nothing. Don’t answer any more questions other than your name and address.”
I thanked him and stood. The officer led me to another cell and I laid down on the bunk and fell asleep until I was awaken by a banging on the cell door in the morning.
“Case 35-229776”
I stepped to the desk with Jerry and stood there quietly. The attorney for the city stood.
“Your Honor, Mr. Mick O’Dell is charged with three cases of aggravated battery with intent to cause bodily harm. We ask that bail be set at $1,000,000.”
“What do you have to say about this Counselor?”
Jerry spoke.
“Your Honor, Mr. O’Dell came home to find his wife having sex in his bed with three men. He was not sure if it was forced or not and reacted. He is not a flight risk and we would ask the bail to be reduced to $300,000. We would also ask that a restraining order be placed on Mrs. O’Dell so that she stays away from the house and does not aggravate him further.”
“Bail is set at $500,000 and a restraining order will be agreed to.”
I looked at Jerry and asked where I had to pay the bail. He told me that I only needed 10%. I told him that I would pay all of it now. We went to the clerk’s office and after requesting my cell phone, I did an electronic fund transfer for $500,000. It almost emptied my retirement account, but I was free.
Next I went to the jail and had my clothes and property returned to me and I had Jerry take me home. When I got to the house I let myself in and went into the garage to get my luggage. Then upstairs to pack clothes.
“Mick, what are you doing? This is your house and you have a restraining order so your wife won’t be coming here.”
“What am I supposed to do; sleep in the bed she was fucking guys in? I can’t do that. I’m going to a hotel. I am going to spend as much money as I can. If I have anything to say about it, she won’t get a dime out of this marriage. Before I do that let me know what I owe you for today and the divorce.”
“Come on I’ll help you pack some clothes. We’ll worry about the money later.”
My good friend and I went upstairs and I packed my shoes, underwear, and some casual clothes in the first suitcase and my suits and shirts in the other. I walked down to my SUV and put the bags in the back. Then I went to the front closet and got some of my outerwear and added them to the back of the truck.
“That’s that. I guess that you will call me when they need me back in court and as things progress with the divorce,” I said to Jerry.
“Yes. Just remember that you can’t leave town and as soon as you know where you will be staying, let me know and I will let her lawyer know where she needs to stay away from,” he instructed me.
“Got it. I’ll be at the Hampton Inn downtown until further notice. See ya.” I shook Jerry’s hand and he left.
I grabbed one of my backpacks from my camping gear on the garage wall. I packed it with an extra pair of shoes, two pairs of jeans and several polo shirts. Then I retrieved my softball equipment bag. I got into my now loaded SUV and drove downtown to the Hampton Inn.
If not for the assault charges I would have just driven in the direction I was pointing and kept driving. In my mind being a little cheat is like being a little pregnant. So, a divorce was a given. The only question was how much I was going to hurt her before it equaled the hurt I felt. The same applied to the three men who accompanied her in her journey to be a divorcee.
Seven years shot in the ass. Literally. It made me laugh a little, then I cried. Then I wanted to break everything in my reach. Then I wanted to die. Then I wanted to live long enough to see all four of them destroyed. Was it only the four of them? I dressed and went for a walk through downtown to clear my head. As I turned the corner from the hotel entrance three men stopped me.
“You need to give me your wallet,” the middle one said.
“Why?”
The one man remained in front of me while the other two circled behind me.
“Because if you don’t I will take it and leave you fucked up.”
“I’m already fucked up, so what are you going to do now?”
The fella doing all the talking moved to me and grabbed me. At that point I had been attacked and I took all of my anger out on him. Dad always told me that if you are going to lose a fight, get in the most damage before you go down right? My right hand came up as fast as I could bring it and I drove my right index finger as deep into his left eyes as I could.
He screamed and grabbed his face as I turned to his friends.
“You started it. Do you want to finish it, or do you want to take your friend to the hospital and see if you can save his eye?”
They paused for a moment, but the sound of their friend screaming in agony and seeing him writhing on the ground caused them to grab him and drag him off. I watched them go, to be sure they would not return and then I leaned against the building and started to shake as the adrenaline wore off. I walked back into the hotel and went to the front desk.
“Hi. Please call 9-1-1. I was just attacked on the sidewalk outside and I hurt one of the attackers pretty bad. I think his friends are walking him over to the hospital.”
The woman at the desk did as I asked.
“I am going to go and sit over there.” I pointed to a spot in the lobby in front of the TV set. “When the police get here, that’s where I’ll be.”
Well I did it now. Two assaults in two days. Severe bodily damage in both cases. I am going to make a real name for myself pretty soon. The icing on the cake would be if they were friends with the three men that were fucking my wife. Maybe they had their turns before I got home. The crazy began to rise again, and I fought to keep myself sane.
A few minutes later two police officers came in and went to the front desk. They turned when the woman pointed to me and I waved at them. They split with one officer walking towards me and the other flanking me.
“Sir, are you the one who had the desk call 9-1-1?”
“I must be, or you would not be here, and she would not have pointed me out. Right?”
“Please tell me what is going on.”
“Sure, I was walking outside to clear my head from some bad things that happened yesterday, and these three guys approached me and asked for my wallet. There was one guy in front of me and two to each side. The guy in front of me told me that if I failed to give them my wallet they would fuck me up. I told him that I was already fucked up and he grabbed me. I poked him in the left eye with my right index finger as hard as I could, and he went down screaming. His two friends moved towards me and I told them that they needed to get their friend to the hospital if they wanted to save his eye. Last I saw, they were dragging him off towards St. Luke’s. I came in here and had the desk call you.”
“You seem awfully calm.”
“Yeah, I’ve been shaking since it happened. I guess I’m calming down. They could still be two or three blocks away and should not be hard to find.”
“We have a car looking for them as we speak. Now, would you please give me your name and address?”
“Sure.”
I gave him the info and he typed it into the what looked like a big iPad.
“Well, Mr. O’Dell, it would seem that you are having a bad week.”
“Yup. My only hope right now is that the hotel has video of the outside of this building and that it will verify what happened. Otherwise I assume that we are going for a ride.”
Just then a call came in on the radio attached to one of the officers that a car had found three men at the hospital. One had been injured and they said that they had been jumped by a gang of men. I looked at the officers and smiled.
“Great, I’m a gang now.”
The officer laughed at that.
“Mr. O’Dell? What are you doing here at the hotel when you only live a few blocks away?”
“Well sir, that is the other part of my fun week. I came home early from a softball tournament and found my wife having sex in my bed with three men. I thought it was a rape, because she would never cheat on me, right? So, I took my softball bat and put the three of them in the hospital. I was then arrested for assault and battery with intent to do bodily harm. When I posted bail, I couldn’t sleep in the bed she had done that in, so I came here.”
“We’ll need to take you in. Since you are not staying in your home, you become a flight risk and procedure is to hold you. Would you please come with me?”
“Sure. Can I go to the desk and tell them what is going on?”
“Yup, we will go together.”
We walked over to the front desk and I explained that I had to go with the officers and that may car was in the parking garage and my clothes were in my room. She wrote down all of the details and I told her that I would keep my room key in case I was back soon.
I walked out with the police and on the way, they asked where the assault took place. I walked them through the whole thing. Then I got in the back seat of their cruiser and we went the three blocks to the station.
“Guys, before I get out, do I need to call my lawyer?”
“You are not under arrest, but you are being held for questioning. If you want a lawyer, you should ask before they ask any questions. Although they are going to ask the same ones we asked. So, in a way it is a kind of moot point.”
An hour later a man came in to the holding cell.
“Mr. O’Dell we are letting you go on your own recognizance. Please go to your home.”
“Do I have to go to the house? After what my soon to be ex-wife did there it is not my home anymore. I would rather just stay at the hotel.”
I would also just as soon run up the credit card balances, but I never said that.
“It is not the norm, and but you did tell the court where you were staying.”
“I told my lawyer where I am and he told the court. I am facing assault charges on three guys, I don’t want to make it worse than it already is.”
“Fine. Go back to the hotel,” the first officer said.
They drove me back to the hotel and I went to bed and slept. In the morning I had a text from Jerry, my lawyer. I called him.
“Mick, Deb wants to get some of her stuff from the house. How do you want to handle it?”
“It has been three days, has she been served? Do I have to be there?”
“Yeah, she got the papers last night and you should be there. I will arrange for a sheriff to come along and you can verify that she is not taking anything in dispute. She thinks that you are staying there and doesn’t want to violate the restraining order.”
“OK. Make the arrangements with the sheriff and let me know when to get there to have the house open. Tell her that I am throwing the bed out if she or her fuckers want it they should be ready to take it.”
“Will do, buddy.” My dear friend Jerry sounded more hurt than I did.
Later that day I got a call that the appointment would be for Thursday morning at 9am. I had been calling in on a day to day basis to let my employer know if I was coming in that day. I called them and told them that it looked like I could be there on Friday. My boss seemed to be very understanding. He was on the softball team as well.
On Thursday, I arrived at the house at 7am. I did a walk through to be sure that I absolutely had everything I wanted. Most everything else in the house was destroyed due to my rampage on Saturday. I had to stop and think about the house. I bought it three years before I was married. I did not move the slut in until we had married. So, I didn’t think that she would have any claim on it. She may, however, want me to pay for anything she might have wanted that I had used as batting practice.
At 8:30am Jerry arrived with a sheriff. They walked in and when he saw the carnage he looked at me.
“Sir, did you do this today?”
“No sheriff. I did this on Saturday when I found my soon to be ex-wife here fucking three guys. I kind of beat the house after I beat the three guys.”
“You aren’t going to beat anything today are you?”
“Only myself for marrying that useless piece of shit slut,” I smiled at him.
“Do you want to take anything from the house?”
“No sir. I took all of my clothes and personal stuff on Monday when I made bail. I’ll eventually want my tools and lawn equipment.”
“Will any of that be contested by your wife?”
“No, my soon to be ex-wife will not want my clothes or my deodorant or my softball equipment, and that was all I took. My lawyer was with me and he can attest to that.”
“Yup!” Jerry didn’t talk much, except under certain conditions.
At 9am sharp a car pulled into the driveway and she got out. She walked up the drive, looking not real sure of herself, and rang the doorbell.
“Sheriff would you do the honors?”
He walked to the door and opened it. She looked up at the large man and he stood to the side. When she was inside she stopped and stared at the damage.
“May I see your ID please?” The sheriff asked.
She showed her ID to the nice huge man.
“Please come in, Mrs. O’Dell. Where would you like to start in order to gather your possessions?”
“My God. I thought the destruction was just a dream from my shock. Mick, what have you done?”
I looked at her, turned my back and walked into the kitchen.
“I need to talk to him.”
“I wouldn’t do that. You would violate the restraining order. He is only here to see that you only take things you are entitled to,” Jerry explained.
“But he needs to understand,” Deb pleaded.
“He will hear all he wants when you sign the divorce papers,” Jerry spoke again.
“I don’t want a divorce. He can’t divorce me for being stupid.”
“Yes, he can. It happens every day. Why don’t you start in the bedroom?” Jerry directed her up the stairs.
She walked up the stairs to the bedroom to find it as it had been left. Blood all over the sheets. Broken lamps and furniture. She looked around and shook her head.
“He hates me, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” Jerry spoke.
She opened the closet and saw all of her clothes there as they had been. She looked around for their luggage.
“There is no luggage any more. He owned all of it when he married you, so he took it with him,” Jerry said.
“How am I supposed to take my things with me?”
“I’m sure that there are still some trash bags in the kitchen,” Jerry was being a regular chatterbox.
She walked out of the bedroom and was almost in shock as she surveyed the damage Mick had done. Hardly any part of the house she saw was left undamaged. She walked into the kitchen to find her husband sitting on a partial chair. There was broken glass and china all over the room. The refrigerator was open, and the smell of sour milk was in the air from the milk bottle that had been shattered by his softball bat.
She went to the cabinet under the sink and found the box of trash bags. She was now in tears as she realized what it was like to be hated. She also realize how close she had come to being killed on Saturday. How close three men had come to dying. She quickly moved with crunching steps out of the glass strewn room and got her clothes out of the closet and dresser. She gathered her things out of the bathroom.
She went to the living room with the idea that she would take the pictures of her wedding and honeymoon that had been on the fireplace mantle, only to find the frames destroyed, and the pictures ripped to shreds. She went to the closet at the entrance to the house and got her coats. She hauled everything out to her car and between the back seat and the trunk, she was able to fit everything in.
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