Alex and Vicki: Table Talk

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It was almost four p.m., and I was on my way home from a long day of meetings. Since traffic kind of sucked, I called Vicki to let her know I’d home in about an hour. I love my wife! She knew my day was going to be a tough one, so I was thrilled to hear that she was making her tasty spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. She also let me know that it would be ready when I returned home. With a little luck traffic cleared up nicely, so I was home in forty-five minutes. As I walked in my wife gave me a big hug and a very seductive kiss. After we broke our kiss off, she suggested that Escort izmir I take a shower and get comfortable, so I did. By the time I was done and came downstairs, dinner was ready. > > > > > While we ate dinner and talked, Vicki half jokingly asked me if I stopped to see Leila at ‘Hands so getting everything into the truck from her front patio door would be easy. Before we hung up, I told her to pack up her clothes, and also to stay put and relax. She informed me that almost all of her clothes were packed, as well as her personal items. At izmir escort that point I told her I’d call her back. After we hung up, I called a friend of mine, Chuck, who owned a truck rental business. I knew they were closed so I called him at home. I explained Tara’s ugly predicament, and he let me know that he and two of his sons could have her out of there in an hour. He then said, “Alex, just call me back with her address. I’ve got a truck here at home that will do the job. We can meet you there.” My next call was to the police. I was able izmir escort bayan to get a hold of an officer I know well, and he and his partner agreed to meet us there, to avoid any confrontations. > > > > > Moving forward: it was a little after eleven p.m. now. Chuck, his two sons, and myself had Tara moved out, and had all of her belongings in my empty third car garage. I offered to pay Chuck, but he declined. Instead, I gave his two sons some cash and they were very happy. Since Chuck drove the truck, and his sons drove their car, after his sons left I offered Chuck a beer. I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention who Chuck is. He’s my good buddy that I jacked-off with one time when I was a kid, and we have remained friends ever since. After everything was done, the two of us stood around in the garage and talked about old times while we had a few beers.