[WARNING: CRUDE CONTENT UP AHEAD.]
When I told Macky, I thought I would have to pay a lot of support, she said she didn’t care, but to do everything I could to keep my home. Of course, I wanted to keep my home, it was a chick magnet. I knew I had banged more than a couple of dozen women there. However, that stupid bitch ex of mine had to demand that she get the house.
I watch Pandora walk back into the house and it pissed me off. The lazy bitch was staying home again today, in bed, so I would need to come back tomorrow. Since she had been home from her trip, she had really put a crimp in my plans. First, her being homesick made it so I couldn’t spend my days at my house.
I was shocked to learn her sickness was from pregnancy. I about fell on the floor when I saw that sonogram picture on her fridge. Then she really had to ruin things by having me arrested and getting the alarm system installed. I had been trying daily to figure out how to cut the power without alerting anyone.
This sucked especially after the work I did while she was away. I got to enjoy myself because I spent a lot of time in my home. I even searched through her desk and things until I found a lockbox. Using my brute force, I got it open and there was the deed to the house, money, and a copy of our divorce decree, exactly what I needed.
I was pissed when I found she had changed the locks, so I broke a window in the back door. Of course, I got it fixed and even got a locksmith out to make me new keys for the locks. It was easy to do and to make it even better. I used the money the stupid bitch had in the lockbox for everything and pocketed the jrest.
For four days, I got to enjoy life in my house. I even brought Mackenna here and fucked her on every available surface we could deface. On the last day there, I cleaned up the mess so she wouldn’t know I was there. The longer I can keep her in the dark, the easier it will be to get the house sold.
When she came back, she looked like a used–up whore; she had dyed her hair and cut it. She must have faked–baked herself because she was really tan, which is not her normal pasty pale coloring. She looked like a cheap hooker, rode hard, and put away wet, she was a hot mess. I went out the back door as she came in the front.
Right away, I drove my car from where I had parked out back to the front of the house. I got a lot of enjoyment out of the verbal argument we had, but she deserved it. I knew she had been in Vegas by pretending to be a potential client and calling to speak to her at work. Of course, most people go to Vegas for the fun stuff, but she was there to attend a work function.
I glanced at my watch seeing that it was just after one, as my friends were still at work, and Mackenna thought that was where I was; I drove to my second favorite place, the slot machines. I pulled up and parked outside the casino. Before getting out of the car, I picked up my cell and speed–dialed the most important person in the world, besides me.
As it rang, I cleared my throat, so that I could use my innocent, perfect momma’s boy voice. “Hi, Mommy,” I said when she answered.
“How’s Momma’s sweet boy?” I grinned, knowing full well she was grinning happily.
“Not bad, Momma, but…” I made sure to let out a sigh.
“But what? You’re not gonna tell me that girl is still harassing you, are you? I just knew she was a stuck–up, little bitch from the word go. Her mother was so right when she told me that Pandora was a spoiled rotten, selfish bitch. Why in heaven’s name; did you marry her?”
I almost had her; I just needed to let out a small sob now. “Uh, I’m not sure, Momma. Why does she have to be this way?” I cried. “Things are so bad right now and I hate to ask… but.. I made sure to trail off so it was not me asking, but her that was offering.
“Has she taken more money from you again? Do you need your monthly money early?”
“That would help, for a week or so. I wish I could just get on my feet so Mackenna and I can start trying for a baby again. She really wants one, and since the stress Pandora caused made her miscarry, I just-” I stopped for a dramatic pause. “I know that I should marry her first, but we barely have enough for one… well, really not even that right at the moment.”
“Oh well, I could put an extra five thousand in your account with the fifteen hundred. I’ll just take the extra from Daddy’s savings account. I can call the bank and have that transferred right away, so you can pay your bills. The extra should at least help you get started on the important things in your life.”
She was so easy; every woman never lost the hope and desire for a baby to be born into their family. “Thank you, Momma,” I again made sure I added a sob at the end. I needed to have her on my side, after all.
“You come next weekend for dinner, you hear.”
Yes, Momma. I hung up, giving it a few minutes before checking my online bank, and saw my money was now in my account. I got out of my car and headed inside to play some slots. “Fucking hell,” I growled. This machine was hustling me!
“Sir, can you lower the level of your voice?” a security guard said to me, as others stared.
I glared at the guy. “I was up a thousand, and this fucking, rigged, pile of shit took my money!*
“Sir,” he said again and flashed a worried look behind me.
