Even though I was divorced from Susan, I still wanted Lorie to have a good relationship with her mother. However, when Susan eventually told Lorie that her desire to sample other men had caused the rift, Lorie had a fit and, if they were face to face, I think it would have gotten physical. Lorie had not talked to her mother since she found out about the ‘hall pass’ proposal. I begged Lorie not to shut her mother out of her life, telling her, “She’s still your mother, and has never stopped loving you. She raised you well and, apart from the recent problem, hasn’t done anything to harm you.” However, Lorie refused to do as I asked, and I hoped that, for her sake, she would not regret it one day. Lorie would no longer talk to her mother, and had actually blocked her number. When Susan’s mother found out about her daughter’s activities, she nearly had a stroke. She outright cussed Susan, and slapped her a couple of times too. I must confess that it was I who told her mother about Susan’s crazy request but, in my defense, she had called soon after Susan had walked out, and I needed to vent.
Susan moved out of Kathy’s home not long after signing the divorce papers. Apparently, they weren’t getting along so well. I didn’t know the details and really didn’t care either. I discovered that Susan had moved in with one of her fuck buddies, and that he wanted her to ‘entertain’ his friends. Susan was certainly the person for the job. Maria and I were happily courting and, thankfully, Lorie liked her. Maria and Lorie’s first meeting was interesting. Rather rudely, I thought, Lorie walked up to Maria, looked her over, then looked at me and said, “I thought you preferred women with bigger tits.” Maria was very self-assured and comfortable with her body image, and reacted by bursting into laughter over Lorie’s audacious remark. She knew that Susan had DDs, and could see that Lorie took after her mother, in that respect. Lorie followed her remark by hugging Maria, and surprised me by saying, “I am so glad daddy has you. You are so good for him.” Maria replied, “I’m the lucky one. I’m so glad I have him.” Then Lorie kissed her cheek, and a bond of friendship was established. About five months after the divorce, Maria and I were asleep in bed, when we were woken by someone pounding on the front door. Grabbing my baseball bat, I went to the door and looked through the peephole. A strange man was standing outside, ready to knock again. “What do you want?” I shouted through the door. “Thank god. Thank god,” he replied, sounding relieved. “Hey, do you know a Susan Benson?” he continued. “What about her?” I asked tersely. “I’m Hank. I’m an Uber driver. She’s waiting in my car. She’s been badly hurt. I tried to persuade her to go to the hospital, but she insisted that I bring her here, because she knew that you would help her.” I turned to Maria who was standing at the door to our room and we shared a look. She said softly, “Go get her.” I opened the front door and followed the Uber driver to his car. He opened the passenger door and, as the dome light came on, I saw an injured Susan. “Oh, my god, she needs the hospital,” I called out. “NO.NO. NO…” Susan screamed from her swollen mouth. She had been beaten badly. Her lips were swollen and cut, one of her eyes was swollen shut, and there was blood all over her. I reached inside the car and gingerly touched her. “You need the hospital Susan.” She grimaced in pain as she shook her head and murmured, “No, please, no.” I looked back over my shoulder at Maria who was standing at the front door looking concerned. I raised my hands and shrugged my shoulders in a ‘I have to, please forgive me’ gesture. Maria called out softly, “Bring her in - we will see what we can do.” I helped Susan out of the car, then picked her up and cradled her, with my arms beneath her. I carried her to the house, noting the difference between my little 102-pound Maria and 165-pound Susan. It was a bit of a struggle, but I managed to carry her inside, and follow Maria down the hall, as she led the way to my daughter’s old room. With relief, I placed Susan on the bed and Maria took a good look at her. At first, Maria insisted that we call an ambulance, but relented when Susan kept begging to just let me fix her. Still delusional, I noted. As swollen as her lips and face were, Susan could still speak clearly. Maria called a doctor friend and described Susan’s injuries. Even though it was quite late, the doctor arrived quickly and started treating the patient. He had me bring in a portable X-ray machine from his car, emphasizing that it was prohibitively expensive. Naturally, I carried it very carefully. The doctor took X-rays to determine whether Susan had a fractured skull, which she didn’t, but she did have a significant concussion. The doctor would not guarantee her welfare if she stayed at the house, and said I could be held responsible if she died. He finally departed, after starting an I.V. drip in her arm, and leaving a variety of medications, including anti-inflammatories, antibiotics, and some sort of steroid. Thank god Maria was there and knew how to administer the medications. I stayed up with Susan the first night, since I’d been informed that concussion victims shouldn’t be allowed to sleep for several hours. I had a hell of a time keeping her talking, until I started discussing all the men she fucked after she left me. She became very agitated and stayed awake. Unexpectedly, discussing the topic proved to be therapeutic, relieving some of our mutual hatred. I hated her for breaking our wedding vows, and she hated me for ending our marriage. I found out that several of her lovers verbally abused her when I refused to do their taxes. She didn’t think that I would be so vindictive. I also discovered that, after I’d sent letters to the wives, most of her lovers stopped seeing her. Then Kathy threw her out, because I’d sent letters to the wives of her married lovers too. In desperation, Susan had moved in with a guy that wanted her to fuck his friends. After a month or two, he brought a couple of black men over, and she refused to have sex with them. All three of the men had beaten her, had their way with her, then threw her out. She didn’t want to go to the hospital, so she came to my house, as it was the only place she felt she could go. About 6 am, Maria took over from me, checking Susan’s temperature, blood pressure, pupils, and reflexes, while I fell asleep. As we’d taken some time off work to nurse Susan, between Maria and me, she had 24-hour care. After the second day, when Susan began to improve, the doctor wasn’t needed, however he still visited daily, and continued to supply her with medication. I realized the reason for the good doctor’s dedication, when I left to go to the store but had to quickly return because I’d forgotten my wallet. As I walked into the kitchen, the doctor and Maria were locked in a passionate embrace with their tongues down each other’s throats and their hands caressing intimate body parts. Obviously, the pair had been romantically involved for a while. Without noticing that I’d returned, they broke their embrace and whispered ‘sweet nothings’ in each other’s ears. All the pain from my ex-wife’s betrayal flooded back, and I felt my heart being squeezed hard. I let out a small moan. Maria turned, with a shocked look on her face, in time to see me bolt out of the house.