Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 24

Joe felt terrible about what he'd done. He considered telling Jen, so she could take a morning after pill. He struggled over that. In the end he couldn't bring himself to tell her. What would be the point? He knew her religious convictions, she wouldn't take a morning after pill. Also he didn't want to face her ire. She was being so kind to him, he couldn't face confronting her.

He was putting on a brave face about his situation, telling everyone he was at peace with whatever happened. But there was a lot of resentment too, a lot of feeling of unfairness. He'd struggled with cancer all his life. He loved his brother Mike. But while he'd been bed ridden for much of his life and living under the fear of a relapse (which had happened!), he'd watched Mike win an incredibly pretty and sexy girl as his wife, and become rich and famous.

He wished Mike the best. But deep down, he wanted some of what Mike had. Just a little. And what he'd done wouldn't hurt anyone. If Jen was somehow pregnant (which was very unlikely, since he was probably sterile), they would think it was Mike's. He'd never say otherwise. Didn't he deserve this one thing? To have some hope he might leave behind a child as his legacy?

"Tell me what happened," Taylor demanded at the secure conference room at the CATF. Taylor was the Secretary of Homeland Security. Also there were Colonel Banks, the FBI and NSA Directors and CATF senior staff.

Trent motioned to the big computer screen on the wall. Trent was CATF chief of staff. "Yesterday morning the website truth-will-prevail appeared. It published all the internet surveillance data gathered by Sapphire's Liberty routines since its launch."

"How was this done?" Colonel Banks said.

"Someone put a bug in Sapphire," Allen said. Allen was CATF Chief Scientist. "The virus intercepted Liberty's data feed and mirrored it to the website. We've terminated that virus."

"A little late don't you think?" the NSA Director derided angrily. "You told us nothing got through Liberty's firewall!"

"The virus wasn't in Liberty," Allen explained. "Liberty used Sapphire's low level routines to transmit data. Common off-the-shelf software, the OSI stack. Those routines aren't protected. That's what got infected."

"Well you god damn should have protected it!" the NSA Director growled angrily. "This is a public relations disaster! The press, Congress - they're accusing us of breaking the law!"

"We did break the law," the FBI Director pointed out. "You need a court order to spy on American citizens."

"We were gathering intelligence on possibly terrorists!" the NSA Director insisted.

Secretary Taylor held up his hand, quelling the debate. He said "The President is obviously concerned about the public backlash. He wants to prosecute the people responsible for this leak of classified information." He looked around the room. "Do we have suspects?"

"It has to be that Mike Andrews guy," the NSA Director said accusingly.

"We've identified when Sapphire was infected," Allen said shaking his head. "Mike Andrews was on a plane from Paris to New York. The plane didn't have WIFI."

"So he's working with people," the NSA Director said with a scowl. "We need to arrest him immediately."

"I've read the report, there's no evidence," the FBI Director said.

"Bring him in for questioning! I'll get you evidence!" the NSA Director said angrily.

"I agree," Secretary Taylor said after a moment. "We can't wait for the press to get to him. Arrest him, now."

Jen got to work around mid-day. It'd been a rough, emotional morning. She'd shared a lot of tears with mom and Willow as Joe was admitted into the hospital.

She was distracted and didn't notice the crowds at first. But then ... what? Everyone was crowded around the TV. She looked at the screen. It was Jasmine Kelly, she was doing a report for CNN.

She saw Allie. "What's going on?" she asked her friend.

Allie turned to Jen, she looked ashen. Allie clutched Jen's arms. "Oh my god Jen, they're saying Sapphire's spying on people!"

"What?" Jen asked, trying to catch up. Her iPhone rang. She answered it. "Jen, it's me, Steve!" He sounded frantic. "The security officer, they just arrested Mike!"

"Have you found him?!" Jen said frantically to Sam a few days later. Sam was Mike's best friend from college. Now he was a lawyer, a young partner in the mega global law firm of Baker & Sawyer.

"We think so," Sam said a serious expression on his face. It'd taken days to locate Mike. "He was arrested in London and extradited to the US. We believe he's being held at a detention center in Alabama."

"A detention center?" Jen said worriedly. "He didn't do anything!"

"They're accusing him of leaking classified information," Sam said.

"The government broke the law, they were spying on American citizens!"

"This involves anti-terrorism, the government has a lot of power when it comes to national security, what's legal and illegal is fuzzy," Sam said.

"God Sam what's going to happen?" Jen said frantically. "When are they going to let him go?"

"I don't know Jen, we're working on it," Sam said. He looked glum. "You've seen the news, this is a major scandal, the administration's taking a big hit on this one. They're spinning it as another Edward Snowden, a traitor who leaked classified information. It's really serious Jen. They don't have Snowden but they have Mike."

"Oh god ..." Jen cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

The next day Jen was in a meeting with her team, getting ready for their final pitch to Memphis. Allie was running the meeting because Jen was too distraught and distracted. She was there but she wasn't there.

"So the Ring is working?" Allie asked Steve who was back from London.

"Yes, it's up and running," Steve said. "Mike got it working before ..." Everyone eyed Jen worriedly, afraid she'd start crying again at the mention of her husband.

After the meeting Johnny pulled Jen aside. Johnny was Jen's old boss and mentor. "Jen you need to pull yourself together," he said urgently. "I get you're upset about Mike, we all are. He's done a lot for us, everyone likes him. But we need you now. You have to run the pitch. You know how important this is. If we don't win the Memphis account we're going under."

"I'm not sure Johnny," Jen said. Her eyes were red from constant worry and crying. "I don't think I can do it. Maybe Allie and Scott ..."

"We need you Jen!" Johnny said urgently. "You're the team leader. Memphis is buying you and the Ring. You have to pull yourself together!"

Jen went back to her office. She was desperately worried about Mike. He was in a detention center, being held as a terrorist. She knew what they did to terrorists, they used torture! What were they doing to him? When were they going to let him go?

She started crying again. She felt like the world was caving in on her. It was too much, she couldn't handle it!

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned. It was Frankie!

"Hey sorry, I knocked a couple times, you didn't hear me," Drums said wearing a big grin. Then he saw the tears. "What's wrong?"

"Oh god Frankie they've arrested Mike!" she cried the tears falling down her cheeks. Drums pulled Jen into his arms and held her as she cried.

Drums escorted Jen home, she was so upset he was afraid she wouldn't make it on her own. It was a good thing too, she was so upset a couple times she almost walked in front of cars.

By the time they got to the loft apartment Jen had calmed down some. "You haven't heard about Sapphire, the government spying?" she asked. "It's been on the news constantly."

Drums shrugged. "You know me, I mostly stick to ESPN and MTV."

Jen couldn't help smiling. That was so Frankie! But then the smile vanished as she thought about Mike in jail. "God Frankie I don't know what to do!" she said, fighting to hold back tears.

"Come on, it'll be okay," he said giving her a hug. "I bet you could use a drink." He got up and poured Jen some vodka. He poured himself a glass too. "Come on, drink this, it'll be good for you," he said handing her the glass.

Jen sipped some of the vodka. "Come on, drink up, it'll make you feel better," Drums said encouragingly.

Jen shrugged. She downed the vodka. Drums emptied his too, and then he refilled their glasses.

He pulled some papers from his pocket. "You said you'd help me with marketing," he said.

"I don't think I'm up for it," she said feeling depressed.

"Drink your drink and look at these papers," he insisted. "It'll do you good to think about something else."

Jen shrugged again. She sipped the vodka as she looked at the papers that described Frankie's upcoming solo album, his concert schedule and interviews Artie thought he could score. They discussed ideas on how Frankie could market himself to both support the Ramones as well as his solo efforts. Frankie refilled Jen's glass again as they spoke. By the time they were done Jen had drained that third glass of vodka.

"So you feel like a hit?" Frankie said taking out a bag of weed.

"Sure why not," Jen said already feeling tipsy from the vodka.

Frankie rolled a joint. He lit it, took a hit, then passed it to Jen. "So how's Allie, she's getting married right?"

"Yeah," Jen said taking a hit. She told him about Allie's wedding plans and her pregnancy. Of course Frankie had gone to college with Allie (along with Jen and Mike) so the reminiscing helped take Jen's mind off her troubles.

As they finished the joint (and Frankie rolled another one) Jen told Frankie about Joe's cancer and the pressure with the Memphis pitch.

"Shit, no wonder you're so stressed," Frankie said.

"I'm not stressed," Jen said leaning back in the sofa and closing her eyes. "I'm high. And drunk."

"I think you need to cut loose a little," Frankie said with a laugh.

"Yeah, well ..." Jen said returning his laugh, but there wasn't any humor in it. She put her hand over her forehead, her eyes still closed. "God I'm drunk ..."

"Hey," Frankie said with a soft voice.

"What?" Jen said opening her eyes. Frankie had moved closer.

Drums looked into her beautiful blue eyes. He brushed a lock of blonde hair from her pretty face. "I'm sorry about Mike," he said. "I'm sure he'll be okay."

"I hope so," Jen said her head spinning.

"Hey," Frankie whispered again. He moved closer so their lips almost touched.

"What? ..."

Drums lowered his face and kissed her. Jen was so surprised and high she let him kiss her for a few moments. "Frankie stop," she said pulling away.

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"It's alright," he said pressing his body against hers. He kissed her again, then he worked his lips up her neck, behind her ears. By now he knew all her erogenous zones, and exactly how to turn her on.

"Come on Frankie, stop," Jen protested even as she felt a tingling between her legs.

Drums didn't stop. He worked her lips, her neck, behind her ear. Then his hands went to her breasts, touching her just right.

"Frankie, stop I can't," Jen insisted, her breathing growing deeper. "Mike ..."

"Mike wouldn't want you to be alone," Drums said as he unbuttoned her blouse. "He'd want me to take care of you." He pushed up her bra and then took one of her nipples into his mouth. Jen's back arched as she moaned.

"I know you, I can tell you need it," Drums said as he reached down and pulled up her skirt. He palmed her pussy over her panties, he could feel the heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he continued to rub and lick her nipples.

"God ..." Jen groaned. Frankie was right, she did need it. She hadn't had good sex since before Colin's party ... back when she was still with him!

"Come on babe," Frankie said urgently. He pulled her hand to his crotch. He'd taken out his cock! Frankie wrapped her small hand around his shaft. He felt so hard and thick!

She felt Frankie pulling down her panties. She squeezed her legs together and pulled her hand away from his cock. "I can't Frankie," she begged. "Mike ..."

"I know your body Jen," Frankie said cupping her breast and thumbing her rock hard nipple. "I know you want this."

"I can't, Mike ..." she said again. Now tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Come on honey, don't cry, Mike will be okay," Frankie said kissing away her tears even as he continued to rub her nipples. Sensing her concerns, he said "It'll just be sex, no drama."

Jen paused. She looked into Frankie's eyes, breathing hard. "Just sex?" she finally said.

"I promise," he said nodding. "No drama." He laid her on the sofa, his lips going back to her nipples. He tongued and nibbled her just as he knew she loved it. At the same time he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. This time Jen didn't stop him, in fact she raised her butt to help him.

He moved back up and kissed her again, gently pressing his tongue into her mouth. His hands replaced her mouth at her breasts, gently fondling her. He correctly sensed she needed gentleness right now, not rough play.

He got on top of her, his hips edging her legs open. Her skirt was already around her waist. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his cock to her pussy, pressing its thick head between her folds.

"Frankie, wait," she gasped, breaking away from the kiss. She reached for her purse and gave him a condom. "Put this on."

"Okay," Frankie said, quickly opening the package and rolling the condom on his shaft. Inside he was doing cartwheels. Until this moment he wasn't sure if she'd let him fuck her. But now he knew he was in business, a chick didn't give you a condom unless she was going to let you fuck her!

With the condom on he guided his cock to her pussy, pressing between her folds. As he did he looked into her pretty face. She was breathing hard and her cheeks were flushed. Despite everything going on in her life, she wanted fucked, her body needed it! God he so wanted this girl!

Jen grunted and her nostrils flared as he penetrated her. God she felt tight! Her pussy must've tightened up since he'd last fucked her!

"God Frankie," she groaned, gripping his muscular arms.

"You feel so fucking good," he gushed as he pushed into her inch-by-inch. Her pussy was so tight and smooth, like velvet! "God I've missed your pussy!"

Frankie fucked her slow and gentle. "Does this feel good?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Yeah," Jen breathed out.

"Do you want to go faster?"

"Yeah ..."

"Like this?" Frankie asked moving faster.

"Frankie?" Jen said.

"What?"

"Stop asking me," she said desperately. "Just fuck me."

Frankie gave Jen a wicked, lustful grin. This was the Jen he remembered! He suddenly put her legs over his shoulders and then pinned her arms over her head. "Is this what you want slut?" he growled, fucking her harder, faster and deeper.

"Oh god yeah ..." Jen moaned, relishing the feeling of being out of control, of being taken, of being fucked by a really big cock! For a moment she forgot about her troubles, instead focusing on Frankie's thick cock pounding her pussy over and over again.

"Fuck Frankie, oh god, oh god Frankie!" she cried as her toes curled over his shoulders, her body erupting in a massive orgasm.

Frankie gave her no chance to recover. He flipped her around onto her hands and knees. In this position he pounded her even harder, driving her pretty face practically through the mattress! Jen loved this position! She loved doggy style, it made her feel so cheap, and now Frankie's big thick cock was hitting both her clit and her g-spot.

"Oh god ..." she moaned, but it was muffled with her mouth buried into the mattress. Suddenly Drums grabbed her long blonde hair and roughly pulled her head up. As he pounded her from behind he locked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue down her throat.

Jen felt another orgasm approaching. She felt Frankie wrap his arm around her chest and then he roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples. The rough treatment and sudden pain pushed her over the edge and she groaned into Frankie's mouth and over his tongue as her body exploded in another orgasm.

The shuddering of Jen's lithe body and the convulsions of her pussy threw Drums over the edge. He grabbed Jen's hips and rammed himself deep into her. He paused there for a moment, and then he climaxed, relentlessly pounding her pussy as orgasmic pleasure ripped through his body.

Drums collapsed onto Jen, both of them panting. After a few moments, not wanting to crush her, he rolled off. But he wasn't careful so as he pulled out the condom rolled off, lodging itself in her pussy. The condom was partially inside out, some of the sperm leaking across her pussy lips.

"Fuck," Drums muttered under his breath. He reached in and pulled the condom out.

"What?" Jen said as she felt the condom pulled from her. She quickly looked between her legs. "God Frankie!" she said seeing the milky liquid across her pussy lips.

"I'm sorry!" he said apologetically.

"You have to be careful!"

"I'm sorry, none of it got inside you!" he said defensively.

Jen looked again. It look like he was right, his sperm was just across her lips not inside her. "God Frankie ..." she lamented knowing she couldn't be sure.

"Come on, I'm sure it's okay," Frankie said, kissing her cheek and putting his arm around her.

"You said no drama," Jen reminded him, scowling at him.

"This isn't drama honey," Frankie insisted, brushing her hair affectionately.

She pulled away from him. "You better go," she said.

Drums sighed but he didn't argue. He got dressed and left.

Jen staggered to the bedroom. Her legs were shaking, she was still drunk and high and, well, she'd just gotten fucked really good and hard.

Her clothes were in a disarray. She took them off and got into the shower, taking extra care to wash her pussy. She hoped to god none of his sperm got into her.

She dried off and got into bed. The shower had sobered her a little. Her worries flooded back to the forefront of her mind. Oh Mike where are you?

She rolled into a ball and started crying. She worried desperately about Mike. She needed him, she felt so alone and lonely. What were they doing to him?

She was such a slut. She'd always been a slut, she was so easy to seduce. She felt terrible. But she knew Mike would understand. He knew she was weak. It'd just been sex. She felt nothing for Frankie, any lingering feelings she had for him were pushed away by her worry for Mike. She'd explain that to Mike, and once he understood she had no feelings for Frankie, that it'd just been sex, she was sure he'd forgive her, it'd even get him excited.

"My name is Ethan Banks, I'm Director of CATF," Colonel Banks said to Mike in the interrogation room. They were sitting across from each other. Mike's wrists were handcuffed to his chair.

"What's CATF?" Mike asked.

"Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force," Banks said.

Mike nodded slowly. He said "Why am I here? I want to see my lawyer."

"You leaked classified information," Bank said. "Terrorists have no rights, you don't get a lawyer."

Mike tried to hide his fear. "I'm an American citizen, I have rights."

"Aren't you listening? You're a terrorist, you have nothing," Banks said scowling at Mike. He crossed his arms. "When did you infect Sapphire?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mike lied.

"You infected Sapphire with a virus so Liberty's data feed was mirrored to a public web site," Bank accused.

"No I didn't," Mike said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We know you hacked into Sapphire, repeatedly."

"I didn't hack in, I wrote Sapphire, I went in through a back door."

"Why?"

"I told you, I wrote Sapphire, I wanted to check on its progress," Mike said.

"Why? You quit."

"Like I said, I wrote Sapphire, I still care about it, I care about the people there," Mike said.

"You don't seem to understand the trouble you're in," Colonel Banks said. "You're a terrorist, I can do anything I want to you. I can hold you here indefinitely, you'll never see your wife again, hell, you'll never see the sun again. We know you infected Sapphire, we have evidence. We know most of what happened, we just need you to fill in some gaps. So why don't you start talking."

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"Show me your evidence," Mike said, working hard to keep his voice from cracking. He was scared out of his wits!

Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pitying at Mike. "I can torture you Mike. You're a pretty smart guy, right? By the time I'm done you won't even know your name, your mind will be gone. You won't know your wife's name, you won't even recognize her. But I don't want to do that. So talk to me Mike. When did you infect Sapphire?"

Mike was more scared than he'd even been in his life. The fact Banks was saying all this in a casual, matter-of-fact manner made it even more terrifying. Managing to keep his voice level he said "Go ahead and torture me. Because if you torture a US citizen with no evidence, you're worse than terrorists."

Banks went to the ready room where Trent and Allen had been monitoring the interrogation. "He did it," Trent said.

"Of course he did it," Banks said irritably. He looked at Allen. "Have you figured out how?"

"We think he used software that automatically infected Sapphire while he was in that plane to New York," Allen said.

"You don't think he's working with someone?" Banks asked.

"It doesn't fit his profile, he's a loner," Trent said. "And we were monitoring his phone and computer. He hardly talks to anyone but his wife."

"Could she be involved?" Bank asked.

"No, she's not technical, and the attack didn't come from New York, you know we monitor the servers," Allen said.

Banks nodded. The CATF monitored all the servers on the internet, just like the NSA monitored all cell phone traffic. "So then why can't we trace the source of the attack?"

"That's it, we know when Sapphire was attacked, it's in the logs," Trent said. "But there's no trace of the virus anywhere."

"Wait a minute, you're saying Andrews wrote a virus to automatically infect Sapphire, and then the virus disappeared?" Colonel Banks said. "Is that possible?"

"No it's not," Allen said, frowning. "Servers have logs, caches, backups. You can't do anything on the internet anonymously, you always leave tracks."

"So where are the tracks?" Colonel Banks asked. "Hold on. Are you saying Andrews figured out a way to use the internet without leaving a trail?"

"I don't know, but if he did ..." Allen began getting excited. "It'd be like being invisible. You could go anywhere on the internet, do anything."

Banks nodded, he began to see the ramifications. Being invisible on the internet. It would be an incredible tool in the defense of the United States. "But do we have any evidence that's what he did?" he asked.

"No, we've got nothing," Trent said, both he and Allen looking frustrated.

Jen sleepwalked through the next day at work, so distracted by her concern for Mike. She spoke to Sam briefly. He didn't have anything good to report. The government was treating Mike like a terrorist. They weren't letting Mike see anyone, even his lawyer.

Jen felt just as lost at home. She felt all alone. She called her mom but that didn't help. As usual she felt worst after talking to her mother than before. She thought about calling Allie but decided not to. Allie was too distracted by her own like, her pregnancy, the wedding. Of course she couldn't call Joe.

Jen turned on the TV. All the news channels were still focused on Sapphire. Many of the reporters were pushing for information on Mike, where was he, what were the charges? She saw Sam on TV talking to reporters. Sam said it was a violation of the constitution and the rights of Americans that he, Mike's lawyer, wasn't allowed to speak to his client. Many commentators, including Jasmine Kelly, agreed with Sam, and they criticized the government calling it a cover-up. Everyone started calling the scandal "Liberty-gate."

Many people were against Mike, calling him a traitor just like Edward Snowden. The public seemed split on whether what he did was right. But most people agreed that Mike should at least be able to talk to his lawyer.

Jen was encouraged by the coverage, but still she worried desperately about Mike. What were they doing to him? She felt so alone and helpless.

Just then her phone rang. It was Frankie. "Can I come over?" he asked. "We need to talk."

When he arrived he was carrying a bag of groceries. "I figured you haven't eaten," he said.

Jen looked at him for a few moments. Then she slapped his face, hard. "You're supposed to be Mike's friend," she hissed. "You took advantage of me."

Drums shrugged off the slap. He was a big guy and Jen was petite. He walked passed her to the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said scowling at him.

"I'm making you dinner," he said simply. He began unloading the groceries on the kitchen table.

"I'm not hungry," Jen said.

Drums looked at her. She looked like she lost weight, which wasn't good because she was already so tiny. "You need to eat," he said. "Do you think Mike wants you to get sick?"

"I think Mike would want you to leave!" she said angrily throwing the groceries on the floor.

Drums sighed. "Listen, I'm just trying to be a friend," he said. "You're going through a tough time. Who are you going to turn too? You told me yesterday, Allie's too busy, Joe's sick, Mike's mom and dad are too worried about their sons. I'm just trying to be a friend."

"Bullshit!" Jen snarled. "Was all that talk just to get inside my pants?!"

"Yeah," he said honestly, shrugging. "I mean, not all of it, I would like your help with marketing. But yeah Jen, I mostly made all that up to see you again. I mean come on, you know how hot you get me."

"God Frankie," she said scowling at him. "You get me to cheat on Mike, with all this going on?"

"Is it really cheating?" Drums said. "I mean come on Jen, you guys swing, at least you do, you have his permission right? I told you, it was just sex, no drama. I'm not gonna try and take you away from him."

"It got pretty heavy last time," Jen said, folding her arms across her chest.

"And like, you weren't part of that," Drums pointed out. "Mike too. Throwing us together, getting us to live together, pretending like you guys were separated. That fucks with a guy's mind Jen. But look, I'm not here to guilt trip you or anything like that. I get it now, it was just a game. I'm just trying to be your friend."

Drums gently pulled Jen's arms down. "Okay? So you can take off your armor now, we're not at war."

"Just a friend huh?" Jen said skeptically. "And the sex?"

"I'm here for you Jen, I'm happy with just being friends, whatever you need until Mike gets back," Drums said.

"And what happens when Mike gets back?"

"Then I'm history, I'm gone," he promised. "We never have to tell Mike, I'll never say anything."

"I'm going to tell Mike Frankie," Jen said in a chastising tone. "I'm not keeping anything from him."

"That's cool," Drums said holding up his hands in surrender. "And if he wants to punch me out I'll let him. But I don't think he will Jen. I think he'll thank me for looking after you."

Jen scoffed, not sure about that. Mike had been so sensitive about Frankie since her breakup with him. But that was because she'd had lingering feelings for Frankie. That was no longer the case. Her worry for Mike had push everything else from her mind.

And it was a relief not being alone, to have someone to talk to about all of the things going on. Jen wasn't an "alone" person like Mike, she needed human interaction.

"Okay," she finally said. With the pointy toe of her high heel she kicked an apple. "So what are you making me for dinner?"

Drums grinned. He began picking up the groceries. "A salad and tofu sautéed in soy sauce, and some white rice."

"Really?" Jen said with a laugh. "When did you start eating healthy?"

"I'm trying to get my life together Jen," he said seriously. "Healthy foods, less partying, no drugs." He laughed. "Okay, I still smoke weed but nothing stronger than that."

"There's nothing wrong with weed, it's like chocolate," Jen said with a laugh.

"Want some?" he said grinning.

"Maybe later," she said smiling back. He was happy to see her smile, it was good to take her mind off her worries, at least for a little while.

As they cooked and ate dinner, Drums tried to keep the conversation light, telling jokes and funny stories about the Ramones and their concert life. The fact Jen knew Mal, Jay and Artie (and their wives) kept Jen interested, and she smiled and laughed, although often she became melancholy and worried as her thoughts drifted back to Mike.

"Want some weed?" he asked.

"Not tonight," she said looking distracted again. She felt worried and lonely. "I miss Mike."

"I get that babe," Drums said putting his arm around her. He gently pulled her to him and she rested her head on his chest.

"Mike did give me permission," she said.

"Yeah?" Drums said brushing her hair from her face.

"Not with you though," she said. "He thought we were getting too close."

"No drama right?" Drums said stroking her hair.

"I don't want to cheat on Mike," Jen said putting her hand on his stomach, feeling his six pack under his shirt. "But I don't want to be alone."

"You're not cheating babe, he gave you permission," Drums said. "I told you, he comes back I'm out of here." He tipped her chin so she looked up at him. He grinned at her. "Last night was fun. Got your mind off things for a while, right?" He grinned.

"Yeah," Jen said with a half-hearted laugh. She got sad again. "It's hard being alone, with all this happening."

"So don't be alone," Drums said. "I'm here with you."

She didn't answer. After a few moments he softly said "Hey."

Jen looked up. "Hey," she said just as softly.

Drums lowered his head and kissed her. Jen didn't stop him. The kiss started slow and gentle but soon became passionate. As they kissed his hands roamed her body, touching her just as she liked it. Soon Jen was writhing under his touch, pushing her tongue into his mouth, fondling his body too.

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Drums picked her up like she weighed nothing. He carried her into the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and he roughly yanked up her skirt. Almost in the same motion he ripped off her thong panties, making Jen yelp. Grabbing her hips he pulled her ass up into the air, and then he rammed his thick cock into her.

"Not so rough!" Jen cried, grimacing from the sudden penetration and pain.

"Shut up bitch!" Drums growled, grabbing a bunch of her blonde hair and jamming her face into the mattress. He pounded her pussy hard, reaching under to roughly squeeze her tits through her dress.

Jen loved fucked this way! Out of control, being taken, treated like a cum bucket! Frankie hadn't even undressed her! She loved when he fucked her rough, as if not caring at all for her pleasure!

"Ugh god!" she moaned into the mattress. She came hard even as Frankie rammed her face even harder into the mattress, so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

Drums felt her cum. He gave her no chance to gather herself. He flipped her over onto her back. Then he moved up her body. Before she could say anything he rammed his cock into her mouth, roughly gripping her hair to keep her from pulling away.

Jen almost gagged with the big thing in her mouth, especially as he pushed it down her throat. Her arms flailed and she tried to pull away but he held her tight, his hands on either side of her head gripping her hair. He used her mouth like a pussy, fucking her. He started slow but then got faster and deeper.

Jen struggled initially but his hold on her was too tight. She stopped struggling, it was no use. Remembering what she'd done before, she tilted her head up and relaxed. She breathed through her nose as Drums continued to abuse her face and mouth.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped, and then a moment later his cum shot down her throat. She immediately began gagging as she felt like she was drowning. Drums pulled out of her mouth and shot the rest of his load (which was a lot) onto her face and hair.

Drums panted heavily after cumming, looking at Jen's ruined face. Jen angrily pushed him away and went into the bathroom, locking the door. She looked into the mirror. Frankie's jizz was all over her face and wet her blonde hair. She got into the shower to clean herself.

She put on her robe and walked back into the bedroom. "What was that?" she asked scowling at Drums.

"Payback, for treating me like shit," Drums said referring to their breakup.

"What happened to no drama?" Jen said incredulously. "Fuck you Frankie, get out."

"I got you off first," he pointed out with a shrug.

"GET - OUT!" Jen snarled.

They locked eyes for a moment. "Whatever," he said sighing, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen tried her best to concentrate the next day. She had meetings scheduled all day. The final Memphis pitch was tomorrow!

She didn't know if she could do it, lead the pitch tomorrow. Everyone was counting on her, but she felt like a basket case, her emotions all over the place.

The phone rang. It was Frankie. She considered not answering, she was still fuming from last night. Just before it went to voice mail she picked it up and hissed "What do you want?"

"Let's go for a bike ride," Drums said.

"What?" Jen said caught off-balance. It wasn't even noon, she was working, tomorrow was the pitch.

"It's a great day, let's go for a bike ride."

"I'm working," Jen said. She scowled at the phone. "And after last night, you think I want to see you?"

"So you're pissed, I get it," Frankie said. "So be pissed riding bikes. Come on, you need a break before your big pitch tomorrow. I'll meet you in Central Park, how about it?"

Jen paused, looking out the window. It WAS a beautiful day. She was getting nothing done here. At this point, either she was ready or she wasn't. Maybe a mental health day would help clear her head.

"Fine, don't be late," she finally said, putting as much anger and annoyance into her voice as possible.

"Jen where are you going?" Johnny said worriedly as he watched her walk out. Her Memphis team also looked worried and anxious as their leader walked out.

"I need a break," she said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Jen!" Johnny called out but she was already gone.

Jen intentionally arrived late, almost 45 minutes late. Drums had arrived early and waited. He smiled and didn't mention her lateness. Instead he gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered "Sorry about last night, I was a dick."

"Whatever," Jen said dismissively. "Let's go." She rode off. Drums had to hurry to stay up with her.

Jen rode fast and Drums had to work to keep up with her. He marveled at the shape she was in. He knew she had a tight body of course but she always surprised him with how athletic she was. In reality, Jen was good at things like bike riding, swimming and dance, but at things like basketball, softball and flag football she was a real klutz.

Surprisingly, New York City was a great place to ride bikes if you knew the right paths. Jen took them through the Hudson River Greenway that started along the West Side and went through Hudson River Park and Riverside Park. Drums thought his lungs were going to burst when they got to the steep climb up the George Washington Bridge. Jen seemed to bike it easily and she got way ahead. He finally caught up with her at Inspiration Point.

Drums found Jen off her bike, drinking a bottle of water and talking to 2 guys (also bikers). He shook his head, Jen was a man-magnet! He felt a spark of jealousy but tried not to show it.

"Hey," he said to Jen as he approached. The 2 guys looked sourly at Drums. Realizing the pretty blonde was with him they said quick goodbyes, mounted their bikes and left.

Drums could tell why the 2 guys were hitting on her. Jen looked adorably pretty, her long blonde hair in a high ponytail. She wore no makeup so you could see the little freckles on her cheeks, making her look young and really cute.

Her nipples were hard from the exertion and they poked through her tight Under Armour tank and sports bra. The long and lean tank coupled with the leggings she wore really showed off her slim, athletic body.

Jen took her water body and walked to the overlook, looking over the view. Drums got his own water bottle and followed her. They both drank, silent for a few moments. Finally Drums said "So are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"You said no drama," Jen said. "I don't need shit in my life right now Frankie, I've got too much shit already."

"I said I was sorry," Drums said pleadingly. "I didn't mean to. Listen, you like it hard, I like it that way too. But sometimes when I do it that way, I don't know, sometimes things come out. Do you know what I mean?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug. She did sort of understand. When you have rough sex sometimes angry pent up emotions come out.

Drums rubbed her shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, not a sexual one. "It's out of my system now, it won't happen again, I promise. Okay?"

Jen looked at him. "Alright," she said.

Drums grinned boyishly. "I brought a picnic, do you want to eat here?"

Jen looked back at his bike. She hadn't noticed but there was a small picnic basket attached to the back of his bike. She was impressed. "Let's ride back to Central Park first," she said.

"God are you kidding?" he lamented. His thighs were burning and he was practically still heaving from the exertion, he needed more time to rest.

"Come on cowboy, you need to get in better shape," Jen said with a laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach. Then she mounted her bike and took off.

"God I'm with Supergirl," Drums muttered as he got on his bike and followed Jen.

They lazed around Central Park, eating lunch and people watching. Finally Jen said "I guess I better get home." She walked over to her bike. Then she turned to Drums. "Do you want to come over?"

They were all over each other as soon as they walked in the door of the loft apartment. They tore at each other's clothes, their lips barely parting. Jen's arms were around his neck and her legs around his thighs as he carried her to bed.

They collapsed onto the bed, Jen underneath Drums. His hard cock was poking at the folds of her wet pussy. "Frankie, condom," Jen reminded him.

Drums reached to the nightstand for a condom. Jen took it from him. She quickly tore it open, rolled it on his shaft and then urgently pulled him on top of her.

They fucked frantically, the headboard slamming against the wall as Drums pounded her hard. He roughly fondled her tits and called her slut and bitch and whore. Jen loved it! They both came really hard!

After cumming Drums pulled out, Jen made sure he was more careful this time. They lay in the bed next to each other, both of them still panting and reveling in post orgasmic glow.

Drums tried to put his arm around her but she pulled away. "Just sex, right," she said. She didn't want it to get emotional with him.

"Yeah, right," he said pulling his arm back. He hid his disappointment.

"Last night you didn't use a condom," she said in a chastising voice. "I had to tell you just now. I don't want to have to remind you Frankie."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't do it again," she said. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. He heard her lock the door. Then he heard the shower come on.

Drums leaned back against the bed. It seemed like she was always yelling at him. It wasn't like before, when she'd been really affectionate. Was this really worth it?

Yeah it was worth it, he thought. Because he really liked Jen.

It was probably more than "like." Maybe he loved her. He didn't know, because he'd never loved a girl before, so he didn't know what that felt like.

What he did know was, she made him want to be a better man. She was the biggest reason he was trying to get his shit together.

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Jen came out a few minutes later. Her hair was wet, she had a towel around her. "Can you go out there, I need to dress," she said.

"Yeah sure," he said moving to get up.

Jen stopped him, sitting down on the bed and putting her hand on his thigh. "I know I'm being a bitch," she said apologizing to him. "I'm sorry, I'm just going crazy."

"It's okay Jen, I understand," Drums said.

"I'm really glad you're here, it's helping," Jen said giving him a weak smile. She leaned over and kissed him.

Drums wanted to fuck her again, but he sensed that would be the wrong move. So instead he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "I'm here for you Jen," he said hugging her close.

Jen started crying, her worries about Mike coming back. Drums held her tight and stroked her hair and let her cry herself out.

Jen managed to calm herself. They ate a light dinner. As it started to get dark Drums said "I guess I should be getting home."

"Are you staying at the Bronx apartment?" she asked.

"Yeah."

That was a long way with a bike, even on the subway. "You can stay here if you want," she offered.

"Cool," Drums said grinning.

They watched a movie on Netflix. About half way Drums put his arm around Jen. This time she let him. She looked up at him and he kissed her. Soon they were fucking on the sofa (this time he put on a condom without Jen having to ask).

"You can stay in the guest room, okay?" Jen said, making it clear he was not sleeping with her in the master bedroom.

"Sure" he said smiling, but inside he was disappointed.

Later Drums was in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wondered again if it was worth being here. Yes, he lusted after Jen, and he was probably in love with her too. But she clearly belonged to Mike, there was no chance of a future with her. He was just wasting his time, and he was just going to get his heart broken again.

In the darkness he heard Jen weeping in her room. She was crying again.

He walked over to her room. He knocked and cracked open the door. "Jen are you okay babe?"

Jen continued to cry. He got into bed with her. She was in a ball, weeping. Drums pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight. That seemed to calm her a little. Jen fell asleep that way, in Frankie's arms.

The next morning, as Jen dressed she tried to focus. She put her troubles into three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. The Joe bucket was serious but to her it paled in importance next to the Mike bucket. She didn't really care about the Memphis bucket at all, but she was professional enough to realize she had to focus on Memphis today.

So that was what she did. She did her best to push the Mike and Joe buckets to the back of her mind and tried to focus solely on Memphis.

"Are you ready?" Johnny asked nervously when she got to work. Her Memphis team was there, as well as many of her partners including Mr. Winters, one of the most senior partners.

"Yes," Jen said.

"Are you sure?" Johnny asked looking uncertain.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY JOHNNY AND LET ME DO MY JOB!" Jen hissed.

Everyone took a step back, shocked. Jen rarely cursed at work, and never in anger.

"You heard her everyone," Mr. Winters said with a slight smile on his face. "Get the fuck away and let Ms. Andrews do her job." Inside he smiled. At that moment he knew they were going to win the Memphis account.

And they DID win the Memphis account. Somehow she was able to push Mike from her thoughts and focus exclusively on Memphis. Everyone agreed she was brilliant. At the end of the day Memphis chose them as their primary advertising firm.

Everyone congratulated Jen like a quarterback leading his team to the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. "We're celebrating, you're coming right?" Allie said enthusiastically.

"I think I'll pass," Jen said. Now that they'd won, the Mike bucket was back at the forefront of her mind.

"Come on Jen, you have to celebrate with us!" Scott said.

"I think we can give Ms. Andrews a rain check this time," Mr. Winters said, giving her a kind, understanding smile. He knew Jen had just saved their firm. He hugged her and said "Well done Jennifer. And thank you."

Jen hugged Johnny. "Sorry I yelled at you."

"Are you kidding?" Johnny said smiling warmly at her. Getting serious he said "Take care Jen. Take tomorrow off if you need it."

Jen felt listless as she rode the subway home. She worried about Mike, they'd been no news for so long, she felt numb. The unknowing was the hardest. If only she knew what was happening, she didn't even know for sure where he was, and the government hadn't even charged him with anything yet. Their official line was "being detained for questioning regarding terrorist activities."

She walked into the loft apartment, dropping her bag. She didn't notice as her iPhone fell out, hitting the floor and breaking the screen.

She didn't want to be home, but she didn't want to be partying with her team either. She didn't want to be around happy people. She didn't want to do anything. She sat down, looking out the window and not really seeing anything.

"How'd it go?" a voice behind her said.

She jumped up, startled. But it was only Frankie.

"Oh hi," she said. "How'd you get in?"

"I borrowed your spare key," he said. "Hope that's okay."

She shrugged. It wasn't okay but she didn't have the energy to call him on it.

"So how'd your big Memphis thing go?" he asked again.

"We won," she said.

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically. He pointed to the kitchen. "I made dinner to celebrate!"

Jen looked at the table. He'd laid out food and plates, even candles. "You're sweet," she said. "How'd you know we'd win?"

"I covered all the bases," Drums said grinning. He pointed to the side table, there were 2 cakes. One cake said "Congrats!" The other said "Maybe Next Time."

Despite her worries, Jen couldn't help laughing.

"So you want to eat?" Drums asked.

She walked over to the cakes. They were really funny. Smiling she swiped at the "Congrats" icing and licked her finger. She suddenly felt the intense pressures of the day easing out of her. She HAD done a really amazing thing, winning Memphis.

She looked at Drums, wearing a lopsided grin. "I guess I'd like to get drunk."

Drums smiled back. "I know just the place."

Drums took Jen to the Cage, an underground club. It was dark and crowded with 20- and 30-somethings, and a couple of local alternative bands were blaring out music in different rooms.

Drums pushed a beer into Jen's hand. Then he held out a pill. It was Ecstasy. "You feel like it tonight?"

Jen looked at the pill. Why not? Johnny said she could take tomorrow off (she was probably higher in the partnership hierarchy than Johnny, but she'd always think of her mentor as her boss). There was a lull with Memphis for a few days until things really got going. She could use a blow-out evening.

"Sure," Jen said talking the pill from him. She swallowed it and washed it down with beer. "You're taking one too right?"

"You bet babe," he said grinning. He popped one into his mouth.

Jen almost immediately felt the euphoria brought on by the sex drug. Ecstasy made everything better, the music, the laugher of people, every touch. She felt more energetic (unlike weed that usually made her feel mellow). She felt happy, the first time since Mike's arrest.

Jen talked and laughed with Frankie, feeling almost normal. Frankie wrapped his arm around her and hooked his thumb into her back pocket, like a boyfriend would do. She let him.

They drank a few beers and soon Jen felt both high and drunk. It felt good to let loose!

Drums leaned in and kissed her. It was dangerous, they were in the middle of Manhattan, she might know someone there. But at that moment she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

They heard a voice "Hey love birds." Both Jen and Drums looked over. It was Mal.

"Hey Mal," Jen said with a drunken, lopsided grin.

Mal could tell Jen was high. Even though Drums had his arm around her (like a boyfriend with his girlfriend), Mal stepped closer and gave Jen a hello kiss on the lips. It was actually more than a hello, the kiss lingered. Jealousy flared in Drums but he didn't say anything. Mal was his friend and the unofficial leader of the Ramones.

"How about a dance?" Mal said grinning lustfully at Jen.

"Sure," Jen said smiling and taking his offered hand. She briefly squeezed Drums' hand as she walked off with his friend.

Drums felt even more jealous but again he didn't do or say anything. He scowled at Mal. Mal was the poster child for "bigger isn't always better." He had a small dick but he always got the prettiest girls, and they always seemed to leave his bed both happy and really satisfied.

It pissed him off though, how he moved in on Jen. Mal knew he had a thing for this girl, friends didn't do that to friends. But then, HE was making moves on Mike's wife, and Mike was supposed to be his friend. Drums shrugged. Whatever.

Mal and Jen swayed to the music, dancing close, his hands on her hips. "Haven't seen you in a while, you look good babe," he said.

"Thanks, you do too," Jen said smiling and looking up into his face. God this man was gorgeous, he looked just like Ben Afflect!

"So you gonna just tease me tonight, like last time?" Mal said running his hand along Jen's bare shoulder. Jen had changed into a clubby outfit, a tight spaghetti strap top, skinny jeans and high heels. Underneath she wore a lacy bra and panties.

"Don't complain, I did more than tease you last time," Jen said with a laugh.

Mal ran his finger across her lips. "A blow job's just an appetizer babe," he said with a lustful grin. "Besides your husband blew me, not you. He's good, I can tell he likes sucking cock."

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Jen smiled, remembering that party. Her worry for Mike was always there of course, but that had been a really exciting time with Mike, for her it was a good memory. She was pretty sure it turned Mike on too, although he'd never admit it. Remembering that time from not too long ago, it actually helped relieve some of her worry for Mike. Of course, the Ecstasy helped a lot too.

Mal interpreted Jen's smile as an invitation. He pulled her close. "I can make you feel really good," he boasted.

"You have no idea how many guys have told me that," Jen said laughing again. Mal seemed to be clueless as to what was going on with Mike. In a way that was refreshing, to get away from her troubles for an evening.

"Give me a chance," he said grinning at her.

"Maybe I will," Jen purred. She moved into his arms, pressing her body against his. On her tips toes she reached up and kissed him.

They made out in the middle of the dance floor. Mal cupped and fondled her breasts. Jen snaked a hand between their bodies. She rubbed his hard-on. He felt small (like Mike) but really hard.

She felt someone pulling them apart. "Hey come on now," Drums said. He looked annoyed at Jen. He scowled at Mal as if saying "this is my girl."

"I guess not tonight," Jen flippantly said to Mal, laughing.

"God you're a cock tease," Mal said scowling at her.

"Um, guilty!" Jen said holding up her hand and laughing again. She let Drums pull her away. Over her shoulder she gave Mal a bubbly smile and said "Bye Mal."

She was clearly drunk and high. Mal couldn't help grinning back at her.

"God I'm so drunk," Jen said swaying as they walked. Drums needed to hold her as they walked up the steps to street level, otherwise she would probably fall flat on her face.

"You tease too much, you're going to get in trouble," Drums chastised her as they rode home in a taxi.

"I'm a slut, you know that," Jen said drunkenly. "I like sex too much." She pulled Drums to her and they made out all the way home.

Inside the loft apartment Jen pushed Drums onto the sofa. She got on her knees between his legs. She took out his cock, he was rock hard. But there was hurt on his face.

"Aw poor baby, did I make you jealous flirting with your friend?" she playfully whined in a clearly fake little girl voice.

"Fuck Jen you're a real bitch," he derided her. Inside he WAS hurt and jealousy, and now she was making fun of him.

"Do you really think I'd pick Mal, when I've got this to play with?" Jen said with a carefree laugh, holding his cock with both hands (and she needed both hands, that was how thick he was!).

"So I'm just something to play with?"

"Yeah, you're just my fuck toy," Jen said looking at his cock. He really had a nice one. She lowered her head and swallowed him into her mouth.

Drums groaned, his head rolling back. She was hurting his feelings, clearly he didn't mean anything to her, but still her mouth felt soooo good.

She sucked him for a few minutes, then stood up. She undressed slowly, letting him eat her up with his eyes. After shimming out of the skinny jeans she stepped back into the high heels like a true slut. She straddled his lap, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They made out and fondled each other, both of them soon panting. Jen reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, his cock slowly penetrating her. She knew he didn't have a condom on but at that moment she didn't care.

They kissed as she rode him, lustfully pushing her tongue down his throat. God his long thick cock felt so good! So much better without a condom, she loved skin to skin! And the Ecstasy made it feel even better!

She came on his cock, her back arching and her toes curling in the high heels as the orgasmic pleasure ripped through her.

Drums kissed her as she came down from her orgasm. "Don't I mean anything to you?" he asked.

"You're my fuck toy, isn't that enough?" she said drunkenly, riding him slow.

Drums got suddenly angry. He threw her onto her back and pounded her hard, violently. He put her legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her even harder, he wanted to hurt her, abuse her!

But Jen loved it! She clawed at his muscular arms and back as she felt another climax building in her.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me hard!" Jen urged him. Even as he felt his own orgasm approach, tears welled in his eyes, he knew he meant nothing to her.

Jen threw her head back as she came. Her spasming pussy muscles pushed Drums over the edge. He grabbed her shoulders and then violently slammed up into her, once, twice, over and over, each time shooting his potent seed into her unprotected and fertile womb.

"Yeah, yeah, god!" Jen said riding him thought his orgasm. She felt his ejaculation splattering her walls, it felt so nasty!

Drums collapsed onto her, completely physically and emotionally spent. Finally he leaned up on his elbows and looked at her. She had passed out.

Feeling disheartened, Drums pulled out of her. His shaft was covered with their combined juices. His sperm oozed out of her pussy. He must've cum a lot inside her.

He was angry and hurt, but she looked like a sweet angel as she slept. He carried her to bed. Along the way her high heels fell from her pretty feet. He gently laid her in bed.

Jen automatically rolled to her side. Drums got into bed, spooning her and pulling the blanket over then. He put his arm around her and she sleepily pulled it to her breasts. They slept that way.

Jen fell into a routine with Drums. She worked really hard at work, getting all the Memphis campaigns going. Sometimes she worked out after work, sometimes not. When she got home he was there, he'd have dinner ready. They ate dinner, watched a little TV, worked on his marketing a little, drunk and maybe smoked some weed. At night they fucked, he always got her off at least once, and then slept together in the same bed.

Jen continued to categorize her life into the three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. It was the only way she could get by.

Frankie was somewhere in there. He didn't rate his own bucket. But his being around was comforting, it was nice not to be alone. Frankie tried to lighten her spirits, he kidded around and played his guitar. But when she was with him she was only half there, her thoughts elsewhere.

In the back of her head Jen knew Frankie had feelings for her. She knew she was using him. But then, he was using her too. And he could leave anytime she wanted. She didn't worry about Frankie, he was an adult, she already had too many things to worry about.

Like before they had sex all the time, at least once a day. It was almost as if they'd never stopped, because between their break up and now she'd only had that one night with Joe. Their sex was a temporary distraction and satiated her body's urges (which otherwise would have been annoying, like an itch you couldn't find to scratch).

Mostly Drums always used condoms. Sometimes she'd let him inside her bareback if she was feeling really horny (and high!) but she always made him pull out. Except for that one time he never came inside her.

She was only mildly worried about getting pregnant. In her life there had been more than a few times when guys had cum in her (and she wasn't on the pill) and she never got pregnant, except for that one time with Tom. She was too busy at work and worried about Mike to pay it much attention. She fleetingly thought about going on the pill. But she was using condoms, she was making Frankie pull out, that had worked all her life.

There was no new information about Mike. Sam and his powerful law firm were working hard at it but they were getting nowhere with the government, Sam had still not been allowed to talk to Mike. Reporters like Jasmine Kelly were also putting a lot of pressure on the government to provide updates on Mike, and more than a few Congressmen and Senators were pushing for more information, but the administration would not bulge.

But the government was definitely feeling the pressure. "We can't hold him forever," the FBI Director said. He shook his head as he read the report. "It's become a crusade for Jasmine Kelly, she's organizing support for Andrews in Congress."

"We've gotten no information!" the NSA Director said angrily. "We need his confession!"

"He's a tough shit," Colonel Banks said with a shrug.

"You need to use more robust measures," the NSA Director hissed in a low voice using the government's common euphemism for torture.

Colonel Banks shook his head, returning the NSA Director's angry stare. "We have nothing on him, how do we justify torturing an American citizen?"

"Do we have anything on Andrews?" Secretary Taylor asked, his frustration apparent.

"We have the logs where Andrews hacked into Sapphire," Trent reminded everyone.

"True, but those logs clearly show he never got close to the Liberty routines," Allen pointed out. He looked frustrated too. "We've never figured out why he bothered to hack in."

Colonel Banks laughed as understanding suddenly hit him.

"What?" the FBI Director asked.

"Don't you see?" Colonel Banks said laughing again, but the laugh was without any humor. "Our logs PROVE his innocence. Mike Andrews used US as his alibi!"

The room went silent as they all took that in. Looking wearing in his chair, Secretary Taylor said "Is he really that smart?"

"We can't let him go," the NSA Director insisted. "We know he did it."

"I agree," the FBI Director reluctantly said. "He goes free, it's an invitation for others to attack us."

"Let's ship him to Gitmo," the NSA Director suggested eagerly. "Turn him over to the CIA. They'll get a confession out of him."

"The President hasn't authorized any ... robust measures," Secretary Taylor said.

"I have an idea," Colonel Banks said.

One evening after work Jen went to visit Sam. Jen tried to talk to Sam but he was really out of it with the chemo and all the meds.

When she left his room Willow was there. They briefly hugged hello, and then Willow gave Jen a long look as if studying her.

The old gypsy woman gave Jen a sad, faint smile. "Oh, sweet Jennifer," Willow sighed, affectionately brushing a lock of blonde hair from Jen's young pretty face.

"What?" Jen asked.

"You don't know?" Willow asked.

"Know what?" Jen asked puzzled.

"Jennifer darling," Willow said. "You're pregnant."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 25

Jen rushed home, stopping at a drugstore along the way to buy a pregnancy test. Frankie was there when she got home, making dinner. She ignored him and went into her bedroom, locking the door.

She did the test. The box had 2 sticks so she did it again, to make sure. The result was the same both times. She was pregnant.

"Oh god," she said under her breath. "Oh god ..."

Frankie knocked at her door. "Jen babe are you okay?"

Her head was spinning. She didn't want to face him, she couldn't deal with him right now. "Um, Frankie honey, I'm not feeling well, would you mind staying at the Bronx apartment tonight?"

"Oh okay," he said sounding surprised and disappointed. They'd practically been living together, they'd spent every night together since the Memphis pitch. "Can I see you before I go?"

Jen reluctantly went out. She forced a smile and gave him a quick hug and kiss. "I have a really bad migraine," she lied.

Disappointment was all over his face. He hugged and kissed Jen and then reluctantly left.

"God ..." Jen sighed as she wearily collapsed on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and started crying. How could she be so stupid?

It had to be Frankie's. He was the only man she'd had intercourse with since her last period. She'd been with Joe that one night. But he'd used condoms and was sterile anyway. It had to be Frankie.

How could she have been so stupid? She'd let Frankie cum in her around when she was ovulating. And she'd let him bareback inside her other times. He'd pulled out, but a man's precum can get you pregnant, he doesn't have to cum inside you.

Mike had given his permission for her to see other men, but he'd explicitly said no Frankie. And now she was pregnant with his baby. How could she have let this happen?

She felt her life spiraling out of control. Her mom always called her a fuck up and that's exactly what she was. She imagined Mike getting out of jail, taking one look at her and dumping her. She cried harder at that thought. Then her thoughts went to what the government might be doing to him at that moment, her worries they might not let him go for a long time, and she cried even harder.

She finally settled down. For the first time in her life she seriously considered abortion. She'd thought about it after Tom, but now she seriously considered it. But could she do it? Take an innocent baby's life, all because she was a fuck up? As she struggled with it she started crying again.

Mike was handcuffed and dragged to a concrete room. There were two chairs, he was pushed into one of them and tied up so he couldn't move. "What's going on?" he asked the two men in the army fatigues. The men didn't answer.

Another man in handcuffs was brought in and pushed into the other chair. He looked to be an Arab or Afghanistan. Colonel Banks walked in. "This is Mohammad Mike," Banks said motioning to the Arab man. "He's like you, he hasn't cooperated."

Suddenly three big men grabbed Mohammad. They tied him to the chair and threw a black hood over his head. They forced a funnel down his throat and leaned the chair back. Then they gushed water down the funnel. Mohammad struggled, his arms and legs flailing. At first he was able to cough the water out, but then it flowed down his throat into his lungs, making him feel like he was drowning. Finally they stopped the water flow. They took out the funnel and let his chair down. He coughed and threw up over the floor. After giving Mohammad a chance to catch his breath, they tipped the chair back and started over again.

"Water boarding's illegal!" Mike yelled, his eyes wide at what he was seeing not 2 feet away from him.

"I can do anything I want to terrorists!" Colonel Banks said. "Talk! Confess you leaked classified information!"

"You have no evidence!" Mike insisted, fear all over his face.

"Fuck evidence!" Banks growled. "Confess or you'll get the same as Mohammad!"

Mohammad was retching on the floor. A moment later they tipped his chair back again, pushed the funnel down his throat, gushed water into his lungs again.

"Is that what you want Andrews?!" Banks hissed, pointing at the waterboarding of the Arab terrorist.

Mike looked Colonel Banks in the eye, more scared than ever in his life. He said "I'm not a terrorist."

Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pityingly at Mike. He said to his men "Bag him."

"No!" Mike yelled and he immediately struggled against the ropes. Everything went dark as the black hood went over his head. He was terrified as he waited for the waterboarding to begin. Under the hood he heard them take Mohammad out of the room. He heard people around him, he braced himself for what was to come. The wait made the terror even worse.

Finally he felt hands on him. He yelled and struggled, then he realized they weren't tipping his chair over, they weren't shoving a funnel down his throat. They untied the ropes and roughly walked him back to his cell. They threw him in and slammed the metal door shut.

Jen's iPhone rang. She grimaced at the screen, both because it was cracked (she hadn't had the energy to fix it), and because it was Frankie.

She'd avoided him the last few days. But she couldn't do that forever. "Hello?" she tentatively said.

"Hey babe," Frankie said. "Can I come over tonight?"

Jen hesitated and then finally said, "Okay, yeah."

They had an awkward uncomfortable dinner. Afterwards when they were sitting on the sofa Frankie said "What's wrong Jen?" He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had been going good, they'd been practically living together, and then suddenly nothing.

"Frankie ..." she said not able to look him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Frankie didn't say anything at first, processing this. Then he said "Is it mine?"

"I think so ..." Jen said.

To his credit, Frankie managed to keep a straight serious face. But inside he was rejoicing! She was pregnant with his baby! This was what he wanted! This would let him be a part of her life, permanently!

Keeping his real intentions to himself, he squeezed her hand and said "I'm here for you Jen. I'll go with you to the abortion clinic."

"I can't do that Frankie," Jen said looking desperate and trapped. She knew all the arguments, she didn't blame other girls who got abortions. It just wasn't something she could do.

"You're going to have the baby?" he asked, keeping his relief and joy out of his face.

She nodded. "I'm so scared Frankie," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. "What will I tell Mike?"

He tenderly brushed the tears away with his thumbs. "Mike said you could play, right?" he said gently. "Sometimes accidents happen, he'll understand."

"But ... he told me not to see you," she admitted. "He likes you," she hurriedly added. "But he saw us getting close ... he knew I had feelings for you ...."

"Jen has feelings for me!" Drums said to himself, his heart leaping. "Maybe we do have a future together!"

Still keeping his feelings to himself, he said "You're going through a lot, I'm just a friend from college helping out, he'll understand that."

"You really think so?" Jen asked hopefully. "Frankie, when Mike comes home, you won't make trouble right?"

"Of course I won't babe, no drama remember?" he said smiling reassuringly at her. "The people on the news though ... they say Mike could be in jail a long time, years --."

"Don't say that!" Jen snapped.

"I'm not saying it's going to happen," he said quickly. "I'm just saying, I don't know ... maybe you need to prepare for that."

He pulled Jen into his arms, comforting her. "I'm sure Mike'll be home soon," he said soothingly. But he hoped the opposite. Mike was his friend – sort of – but he didn't care about friendship. He hoped the government would keep Mike in jail a long time so he could have his wife all to himself.

Frankie held Jen a long time. He tenderly kissed the top of her head. He worked his lips down her cheeks and kissed her lips. At first Jen didn't respond, then she kissed him back.

But after a few moments she pulled away. "I can't Frankie, not anymore," she said.

"Okay, I understand," he said. He was disappointed but knew better than to press things. There was always tomorrow or the next day. Mike was in jail and he was here. He just had to be patient.

He put his arm around her. "I'll just sit with you okay?" he said.

They sat in silence, his arm around her. Finally Jen said "I think you should go."

"Do you really think you should be alone?" he asked.

"I'll be okay," she assured him. She'd done so many terrible things, she had to end this. Drums reluctantly left. Jen cried herself to sleep.

Jen met with Sam the next day. "Is there any news?" she asked anxiously.

"The pressure on the government is mounting," Sam said. "I met with Jasmine Kelly, you know the CNN reporter? She's supportive of Mike, she's talking to people in Congress."

Jen nodded slowly. She felt insecure around the reporter. Jasmine was blonde, beautiful, successful, big busted and almost 4 years younger. But Jasmine was helping to get Mike released. If she'd been standing there Jen would get on her knees and kiss Jasmine's feet.

"How can they keep holding Mike Sam?" Jen asked desperately. "They have no evidence, they haven't even charged him with anything right?"

"The government got a big black eye with Liberty-gate," Sam explained. "They're scrambling for cover, that's why they're calling Mike a terrorist."

"But they have no evidence!" Jen cried.

"When it comes to national security, the government has a lot of power, they don't need evidence," Sam said. "You've heard the stories about Gitmo right? Prisoners there have been held for years, all without trial." He squeezed his friend's hand. "Jen, we might not see Mike for a long time."

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. One day Allie came into Jen's office and plopped into her chair. "God I can't wait for this baby to get here," Allie lamented. "I'm big as a house."

Jen knew Allie was due any day. And she WAS really big, although of course she'd never say that to her BFF. Jen wondered how big SHE was going to get, she was only now starting to show (although she was hiding it with loose clothes.)

"Are you okay Jen?" Allie asked. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Um, no, what do you mean?" Jen asked playing dumb.

"Jen, there are rumors, people have seen you with another man," Allie said gently. "And honey ... you look like you've gained weight."

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Jen started crying. "Don't yell at me Allie, I can't take it," she sobbed.

"It's okay honey, I won't I promise," Allie said. She walked Jen to the sofa and put her arm around her. "Tell me what's going on."

"It started before Mike went to jail. I had an affair with Frankie --."

"Frankie?" Allie asked.

"That's Drums' real name."

"Oh okay," Allie said. She rubbed Jen's shoulder encouragingly. The news didn't surprise her, she'd heard rumors about Jen hanging out with the Ramones.

"We had an affair," Jen repeated. Then she added "It was more than an affair. You know Mike."

Allie nodded. "That was when you stopped wearing your rings?"

Jen nodded. "Mike was in London working on the Ring, he wanted me to live with Frankie, pretend like we were a couple."

Allie shook her head. It sounded crazy but it didn't surprise her, Mike was so kinky, he always pushed Jen farther and farther. "So what happened?"

"It was all a game," Jen insisted. "It ended at Colin's party, then Mike had to go back to London to fix some bugs in the Ring. Then he got arrested."

"You've started seeing Frankie again?" Allie prompted.

"Allie they took Mike away, I didn't know what to do!" Jen said panicked. She started crying again. "Frankie was there! I was alone, I didn't know what to do! He was there!"

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Allie said soothingly, hugging Jen tight.

Jen cried into Allie's shoulder. Eventually she calmed down, although tears still welled up in her eyes. "I'm pregnant Allie," Jen confessed, sounding scared. "Frankie's the father."

"Oh god Jen," Allie sighed. She'd figured that out by then of course, but hearing Jen admit it was still a shock.

"What am I going to do Allie?" Jen said pleadingly. "When Mike gets out and sees me pregnant ...."

"Are you still seeing Frankie?" Allie asked.

"No I ended it," Jen said immediately.

Well, that was something, Allie thought. She worried about Jen, she could tell her friend was at the breaking point. "You're moving in with me and Darren, I don't want you alone. Come on, let's go to your place and pack."

Later that evening Darren grew angry as Allie told him the story. "She cheated on Mike, after all he's done for her, while he's in jail?" he said his temper flaring.

"Keep your voice down she's in the next room" Allie said looking nervously at the door.

"And now she's pregnant?" Darren said incredulously. "Mike should dump her ass!"

"Don't you dare say that to her, she's already a basket case," Allie warned.

"How can you defend her?" Darren said disbelievingly.

"You don't know Jen," Allie said. "Her father was abusive, her mom never there, all her boyfriends were shits. You don't realize how much she needs Mike, she's falling apart."

"So this is how she shows it, by cheating and getting pregnant?" Darren said sarcastically.

"Jen's always been this way," Allie explained. "You should have seen her in college, before she met Mike. She was a mess. On the outside she looks like she has it together, but inside she's fucked up. You don't know how insecure she is. Men have always taken advantage of her."

Darren shook his head. "I don't get it," he said skeptically. "She's that much a slut, she can't keep her legs together?"

"It's not the sex Darren," Allie said bristling at his harsh words about her best friend. "Not all of it anyway. Jen's had a lot of shit in her life, and now she doesn't know if she'll ever see Mike again. Drums –Frankie -- whatever his name is ... she's holding onto him like a lifeline. Jen got close to Frankie in their stupid game, it makes sense sort of."

"I guess," Darren said skeptically. "It would help if they stopped fucking around."

"They'll never stop playing, no matter what they said," Allie said knowingly. "Mike is good for her, but he's not good for her too. They're both fucked up."

The government wouldn't release Mike, or provide any information. Days turned into more weeks and months. Allie and Darren had their baby, a beautiful boy who they named Darren Jr. Darren Jr. was clearly a mixed baby, but that was no surprised as Allie and Darren were clearly the parents.

Jen got bigger although she never got as big or gained as much weight as Allie. Thankfully, most people assumed Mike was the father, that she'd conceived before he was arrested. Only a few people suspected the truth.

Allie and Darren did their best to support Jen, but they were obviously occupied with their new baby and also busy with wedding plans. Allie kept delaying the wedding hoping to lose the baby weight before the ceremony. Jen kept busy with Memphis; that helped distract her from her worries about Mike.

Jen was in the middle of her second trimester when Frankie called. "Can we meet at your apartment?" he asked. "I think I left some of my stuff there." Jen knew she shouldn't, but in the end she agreed.

"When did you get back to New York?" Jen asked later at the loft apartment. Frankie's solo album was getting a lot of radio time and he was doing gigs up and down the east coast.

"Last night, I have to fly to Boston tomorrow," he said. "Thanks for the marketing help, I'm getting a lot of solo gigs. Artie thinks my single will be a hit."

"Sure," Jen said with a shrug. She hadn't really done much. She'd brainstormed a campaign and then given it to someone on her team to follow through.

Drums looked Jen up and down. She was just as beautiful as ever, although the baby bump was noticeable.

"Any news about Mike?" he asked.

Jen shook her head. She spoke to Sam several times a week. He continued to work hard, and reporters like Jasmine Kelly continued to put pressure on the government, but they refused to provide any updates about Mike. She was starting to wonder if she would ever see him again.

"How do you feel?" he asked looking at the bump.

Jen put her hands on her tummy. "I think I'm over morning sickness," she said. "It wasn't too bad. I get tired faster."

"You look good," he said.

She shrugged. "I'm doing yoga and a prenatal exercise class," she said. She looked away. "It helps to keep me busy."

"Yeah ..." Drums said, looking at her baby bump. "Jen, I'm really sorry about this."

"It's not your fault," she said. Then she laughed, although there was no humor in her eyes. "I mean, it is, but it's my fault too."

He gave her a melancholy smile. "Can I touch it?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jen said.

Drums reached over and put his big hand over her tummy. "Do you think I can feel the baby move?"

"Um, maybe," Jen said. She unbuttoned the lower part of her blouse then she took Frankie's wrist. She guided his hand to the side of her tummy.

"I don't feel anything," he said.

"I guess she isn't moving," Jen said.

"She?"

"Intuition I guess," Jen said with a shrug. "I think of the baby as a girl."

Drums kept his hand on her stomach. He lightly began caressing her. "I'm sorry the way it ended," he said.

Jen shrugged. She didn't make him take his hand away.

"I've missed you Jen," he said. "I --."

Jen put her finger to his lips. "Don't say anything okay?"

She stood up. She unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor too. Then she reached behind and unsnapped her bra, tossing it next to her blouse and skirt.

Drums pulled her panties down, looking her up and down. Her body looked mostly the same, in other words, really sexy. There was the baby bump of course, and her hips were a little more womanly. But otherwise she was still the same super-hot Jen. She even wore thigh highs and high heels. She was a very sexy pregnant woman!

Drums carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her onto the bed. He quickly undressed and got on top of her. Drums tried to kiss her but she turned her head. "Just fuck me," she said urgently.

Drums nodded. He took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, knowing she loved that. He used one hand to hold them there. With his other hand he guided his cock to her pussy. She was soaking wet.

Jen groaned as he penetrated her. "God ..." she moaned. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he pushed in inch-by-inch, finally getting balls deep into her.

"Fuck you feel good!" Drums gushed looking into her eyes. Jen nodded but didn't say anything.

He fucked her hard missionary, then he turned her over and fucked her like a horny dog in heat. They fucked without saying anything, the silence only broken by their grunts and moans.

They both came. Afterwards Frankie tried to hold her. She pulled away from his arms. "You should go," she said.

With a shrug, Drums reluctantly got dressed and left. Afterwards Jen curled up into a ball and cried.

They met again the next week, when Drums was back in town. It became a routine, hooking up once or twice a week. Always they fucked in silence. Jen never let him kiss or cuddle her, although he always made her cum on his cock. After they were done she sent him away. Most times she cried after.

Jen was into her third trimester when she got an urgent call from Joe's dad. "It doesn't look good," he said on the verge of tears.

Jen rushed to the hospital. She hugged mom and dad, and Willow too. "Joe's asking for you," dad said.

"Hi Joe," Jen said sitting next to the bed. He looked bad. The cancer was as bad as ever and the chemo had ravished his body.

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"Jen," Joe said giving her a weak smile. "I think this might be it."

"Don't say that," Jen said tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm at peace with it," Joe said. He looked guilty. "I just want to tell you ... I wish I was a better person."

"What do you mean?"

"Jen, do you think if a good person does a bad thing, it makes him a bad person?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "I guess it depends on what he did."

Joe nodded. Of course that was the answer, what else could it be?

"Can I asked you something?" he whispered. He touched her tummy. "Have you been with anyone else, since me?"

Jen nodded looking ashamed. "I guess I'm a bad person," she said.

Joe looked disappointed, but managed to give her a kind reassuring smile. "No, you're a good person who maybe did a bad thing."

"I don't think there's a maybe about it," Jen said with a humorless laugh.

"You did it with me," Joe said softly. "That wasn't bad, it was a gift."

"Hey, I got something out of it too mister," Jen said with a crooked grin.

Joe smiled at her. Then he touched her tummy again. "Do you think it could be mine?"

Jen understood what this was all about. Joe was dying, he wanted to have some legacy of his life. "It could be Joe," she said squeezing his hand and giving him an encouraging smile. She doubted it was though, past chemo had probably left him sterile.

Joe managed a smile. "Thank you for taking care of me Jen," he said. "It meant a lot, to be with a beautiful woman before ...." He choked up. He added "It was really special."

Jen knew he was going to say "before I die." Tears fell down her cheeks. "It was special for me too Joe," she said leaning over and kissing his hand.

"I hope it works out for you and Mike," Joe said. "Tell him I'm sorry, okay?"

Jen nodded, sobbing.

There was a knock at the door. Dr. Calgary said "I think it's time Jen."

"Okay," Jen said sobbing. "Goodbye Joe."

Joe gave Jen a last smile. "Goodbye Jen."

A young priest walked in, taking Jen's place beside the bed. "Hello Joe," Father Preston said. "You called for me?"

Joe had attended Father Preston's church since moving to New York City. He asked the same thing he asked Jen. "Father, if a good person does a bad thing, does that make him a bad person?"

"Joe, in the eyes of God, all men have the potential of being good," Father Preston said. "You only need to confess your sins and God will forgive you. Is there something you'd like to confess Joe?"

Joe nodded. "I did something bad Father."

"Then confess your sins Joe," Father Preston urged him. "Confess and God will forgive you."

Joe nodded. He told Father Preston everything.

Later that night, Joe died.

"My name is Allen, I'm chief scientist here at CATF," Allen said. He sat across from Mike. Mike had lost a lot of weight, he looked almost emaciated. He was pale from not seeing the sun for months.

Allen offered his hand. Mike was surprised at the civilized gesture, it'd been a long time since anyone had treated him as a human being.

Mike shook Allen's hand. Allen noticed Mike's hands were handcuffed and chained to the floor.

"I'll get to the point," Allen said. "My team has been studying how you infected Sapphire --."

"I didn't infect Sapphire," Mike insisted. "You have no evidence."

"That's why I'm here," Allen said giving Mike a friendly smile. "I'm here to offer you a deal. You tell us how the Cloaking Device works, you go free."

"The Cloaking Device?" Mike asked.

"The way you hacked into Sapphire without leaving any tracks," Allen said. He gave Mike an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm a big Trekkie."

Mike couldn't help smiling. They were calling his software the cloaking device. "So what are you, the good cop?" he asked.

"I'm a scientist talking to another scientist," Allen said. "You're right, we don't have any evidence. That doesn't mean we can't keep you here a long time. People are talking about sending you to Gitmo, handling you over to the CIA. Trust me Mike, you don't want that to happen."

"What would the government do with the Cloak?" Mike asked stubbornly. "More spying on Americans?"

"Mike, do you know we were already setting up a special court that would have oversight over Liberty?" Allen said. "Yes, I admit, we jumped the gun and the spying was illegal, but we were working towards making it legal."

"You're lying," Mike said.

"Mike come on," Allen said gently. "We're the United States of America. Sometimes it takes a while, but we usually get it right, eventually."

Allen looked imploringly at Mike. "Mike, you have to trust our government to do the right thing. Take the deal. Get your life back."

That morning Jen looked at her iPhone. She'd put tape over the crack and that'd worked for a while, but now the screen was falling apart. She dropped it off at the Apple Store near work. The attendant told her the phone would be ready tomorrow.

Later that day Drums called Jen. "I just flew in, want to get together?"

Jen looked at the time. It was already 7pm. She could hook up with Frankie and get to Allie and Darren's place by 830pm, maybe earlier. Allie wouldn't suspect anything, she'd been working late a lot (Jen hadn't told Allie about her liaisons with Frankie).

"Okay," Jen said into her phone.

Drums was inside her within 5 minutes of meeting at the loft apartment. That was how it was with them, their sex was passionate, urgent and fast. Jen let him touch her wherever he wanted, but she wouldn't let him kiss her or snuggle her after. They hardly spoke at all and usually she made him leave right after.

Her big belly made missionary awkward, so by silent agreement he always took her from behind. Jen liked it better that way anyway, it was her favorite position. She supported her big belly with pillows and that allowed him to pound her really hard, fast and deep.

After they came Drums pulled out of Jen and rolled onto his back, panting. His cock was covered with their mutual juices.

Jen sat up in bed and pulled a sheet over her. "You should go Frankie," she said.

"My single's a hit, it's number 18," Frankie said grinning.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "That's good Frankie, I'm happy for you."

"How about a drink, to celebrate?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jen said with a shrug. She didn't want to celebrate, she didn't care about his stupid single. Whatever.

She was looking out the window when he came back with 2 tumblers. One was filled with vodka, the other water. "Here you go," Drums said giving Jen the glass of water. They clinked glasses. Jen managed to smile at him.

"How do you feel?" Drums said.

"I feel fat," Jen said her hands on her belly. "My back hurts all the time."

"You're not fat," Drums said with a good natured laugh. He ran his hand up her leg and gave her knee an encouraging squeeze. Her legs were as amazing as always. Her ass and hips were a little more womanly, but honestly he thought she looked even sexier this way. He liked her knew curves.

He ran his hand up her thigh. The sheet fell away. He looked between her legs.

Her pussy lips were red and swollen from their fucking, and some of his cream was oozing out. He noticed that, as always, she was completely hairless (she told him once Mike had paid for her to get electrolysis so she had a permanent Brazilian). But now she had a little tuff of soft blonde hair above her clit.

"I guess it's hard to shave with your stomach," he observed.

Jen shrugged. Honestly she hadn't thought about it.

Since meeting Mike she'd always used her little tuff of pubic hair to tease him. Sometimes she kept a little landing strip to teasingly remind him she was a natural blonde. Other times she kept herself completely bare to make herself look really young, like a college girl (Mike loved that look) or to torment him with the knowledge she was keeping herself bare for her lovers. So much of what she did was about Mike ....

"I can shave you, help you out," Drums joked.

"Don't worry about it," Jen said listlessly, pulling the sheet back up. "You should go Frankie."

"I'm worried about you Jen," Drums said. "You seem so unhappy."

Jen shrugged. "I don't know," she said looking off into the distance, as if talking to herself. "I don't know where I'm going ..."

"You're an amazing person Jen," Drums assured her. "Things will get better."

"Amazing?" Jen scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. "My husband's in jail. And what do I do? I'm pregnant with your baby. I just let you fuck me. I'm not amazing Frankie. I'm nothing. I'm hateful."

Jen felt empty inside. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. There was nothing there.

"Jen babe come on, don't say that," Frankie said. He hugged her. "Come on, let me rub your back."

He laid her on her side, facing away from him. She let him do it, feeling listless and not caring what he did.

Frankie pulled the sheet away, exposing her back. He rubbed up and down her back and dug his thumbs into her lumbar muscles.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yeah I guess," she said.

Frankie studied her back side. Her ass was a little fleshier and her hips a little curvier. Her legs remained tight and toned. He honestly thought she looked better than ever, he hoped her body kept the extra curves after the baby came.

"You look really good Jen," he said stroking her ass hoping to make her feel better. Jen didn't say anything.

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He turned her a little towards him to look into her beautiful face. The sheet fell away. He looked at her tits. "These are bigger," he said grinning. He said it as a joke but her breasts were noticeably bigger.

She shrugged, again not saying anything. She didn't stop him as he reached over and cupped her breasts. His erection was already growing again as he thumbed her nipples.

Jen felt her nipples get hard. At that moment she hated her body. She felt empty inside, she felt despicable for betraying the man she loved. Yet her body was responding to Frankie's caresses. It'd always been that way. She was such a cheap, worthless slut.

Frankie ran his fingers over Jen's belly to her pussy. He stroked between her lips, circling her clit. He watched as her eyes became heavy lidded, as her cheeks flushed, as her breathing deepened. He adored this girl, she was always up for more sex, no matter what!

He grinned lustfully at her. "I want to shave this," he said stroking the blonde tuff of hair above her clit.

Jen shrugged uncaringly. Frankie was like every other man. He only cared about her pretty face, her sexy body, her mouth, her pussy. They did what they wanted with her. He wasn't her fuck toy, she was his. She was every man's fuck toy. That's all she was, a cum bucket for big cocks.

Frankie came back with a shave kit. He used a scissors to clip off most of the soft blonde tuff. Then he used shave cream and a razor to make her completely bare. He gently rubbed her smooth mound with baby oil. His fingers slick with the perfumed oil, he rubbed over her clit, and then stuck a finger into her. Jen couldn't help moaning. He grinned when he heard that. It made him feel good that he could always turn her on.

"You want to fuck me again, right?" Jen said tauntingly, tears welling in her eyes. "That's what I am to you right, easy pussy?"

"Don't give me that shit, I know you want it," he said grinning lustfully at her. He turned her over. He pulled her ass up and held her hips as he got ready to mount her. He pushed balls deep into her and began to ride her hard.

Jen's tears poured out of her eyes, her face pushed into the mattress and muffling her sobbing. She let Frankie take her. Inside she felt emotionally crippled, yet her body still responded to what he was doing to her.

Jen's body responded, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. Soon she was moaning and clawing at the sheets. Moments later they both came, Jen's climax on his cock pushing him over the edge. Afterwards Jen pushed him away, curling herself into a ball and crying.

Satisfied yet exasperated, Drums got up and went into the kitchen. He was frustrated with Jen, he didn't get her. Why was she so upset? Their sex was great, he knew he was rocking her world. He'd cleaned up his act, less partying, less drugs, healthier foods. He was treating her nice, he made her dinner, he hugged her, he always made sure she came before blowing his load. What was her problem?

He had a hit single, a concert tour lined up. It wasn't like before, when he was a loser. He was a hot property now, making a lot of money. Mike was probably going to rot in jail for years. She was pregnant with his baby for god's sake. Mike was history, she belonged to him now.

He knew one thing. When they were married, she'd be cooking HIS dinner, she'd be giving HIM massages, and she'd be on her knees all the time with his cock in her mouth. No more of this moping around. She'd smile and laugh like before. If not, she'd get the back of his hand. Chicks needed slapped around some, they needed to understand who was in charge.

Jen should be kissing his ass. She was lucky he still wanted her. Sure she was still good looking, a knockout. Duh! That was why he still wanted her. But no one else would want her, no man wants to raise another man's brat kid.

Drums knew something else too. This would be Jen's one and only kid. He never wanted her pregnant again. He wanted to keep her body tight, fuckable, he wanted her to keep her looks. Otherwise what use was she? He didn't want her like Allie, fuck she used to be hot but now she was a fat cow. After she had his kid he'd get Jen to see a doctor, to take care of that permanently.

He went to the kitchen to get a beer. When he returned she was out, having cried herself to sleep. He got into bed with her, pulling the blanket over them and spooning her. He liked feeling her bare skin against his. He put his arm around her and fell asleep that way.

The deal happened fast. For as long as the government had held him, now they wanted him gone, they wanted to put Liberty-gate behind them.

Mike told Allen and his team how the Cloak worked. Afterwards Allen gave him a piece of paper. "You need to agree to this, then you can go," Allen said.

"What?" Mike said. "You said I just had to explain how the Cloak works."

"I'm sorry Mike, this just came down from the top," Allen said looking apologetic. "They want to make an example of you, to discourage people from doing this in the future."

Mike read the paper. The government wanted all his assets! All his money, all his stocks, his Sapphire patents, everything! And he was prevented from ever working in the financial industry again!

"I can't agree to this!" Mike protested to Allen. "I'll be ruined!"

"I'm sorry Mike, I didn't know they were going to do this," Allen said looking apologetic and peeved at his superiors. He handed Mike a phone. "Your lawyer's on the phone. Talk to him about it."

The government had briefed Sam on the deal. "Sam I can't agree to this!" Mike said. "They want everything! All my money, my career. I won't have anything!"

"Mike you need to take this deal!" Sam implored him. "They've held you in custody for months and this is the first time they've let me talk to you! That's how serious this is! If you don't agree now they might make you disappear for years! This is your only chance to get out!"

"But Sam I won't be able to work, how will I support Jen?"

"You'll have your freedom Mike," Sam said. "You can make more money, you can build a new career. You have to take this deal."

Mike finally agreed. What else could he do?

Sam wanted to tell Mike about Jen's pregnancy, he was among the few who suspected Mike might not be the father. But he knew their call was being monitored and was unwilling to convey his suspicions with the government listening. After hanging up with Mike Sam called Jen, both to give her the good news and to give her time to prepare whatever story she was going to tell Mike. But she wasn't at work and she didn't answer her cell (he didn't know of course her iPhone was being serviced). He shook his head and hoped everything would be alright.

The government flew Mike from the Alabama detention center to a military base outside NYC. Without another word they put him into a cab for the trek to the loft apartment. Like Sam, Mike tried calling Jen's cell but she didn't answer (like many people, they no longer had a landline).

When Mike finally got to the loft apartment it was dark. When he opened the door he instantly knew Jen was with someone, the apartment reeked of sex.

He didn't hear movement or moans. He anxiously quietly crept to the bedroom. The door was open, he had a clear view of the bed. What he saw broke his heart.

Jen was asleep in Drums' arms. They were both completely naked. Clearly they'd recently fucked. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and milky cum oozed down her thighs.

And her belly was big. She was clearly pregnant!

"Jen ..." he groaned, his heart broken.

Drums snapped his eyes open. He frowned at Mike. He put his hand possessively over her pregnant stomach. His message was clear. This is my baby. This is my girl.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 26: Final

Jen's eyes slowly opened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Who she was seeing!

She bolted up in bed. "Oh my god Mike!" she cried, her body filled with sudden relief and joy.

Then she saw the hurt and anger in her husband's face. She suddenly remembered Frankie, laying right next to her. They were both nude, and his hand was on her pregnant belly. Her pussy still felt tender from their recent fucking, wet from his cum inside her.

"Oh Mike!" she wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks. She threw Frankie's hand off her and hurriedly wrapped a sheet around herself. She rushed to him, falling to her knees and hugging his legs. "Please Mike ..."

"Jen -," Drums said frowning.

"Go Frankie get out now!" Jen yelled not taking her arms from Mike's legs. Scowling, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen looked up at Mike through tear stained eyes. "Please let me explain baby," she begged. "Please ..."

Mike reached down and pulled off the sheet. He looked down at her pregnant stomach.

"Please Mike ..." she begged. She was crying really hard now.

Mike felt numb. Somehow she managed to walk him to the sofa and sat him there. She didn't want to talk in bed, there were too many signs of her recent sex with Frankie.

Jen hurriedly changed into Mike's old fraternity t-shirt. It was just big enough to fit over her belly. She sat next to him, her legs under her. She snuggled into his arm and hugged him tight. "I can't believe you're finally home," she said, and she started crying again.

Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "It's Drums' baby." It was a statement, not a question.

Jen's tears poured out and she hugged him even tighter, she was terrified he was going to leave her. She didn't know what to say so she just told the truth. "I was alone, they were holding you, I didn't know what to do," she said sobbing. "He was there."

"I don't love him, I don't feel anything for him!" she hurriedly added. "He was just there."

"How far are you?" Mike asked.

"... about 7 months" Jen said hesitantly.

It didn't take a math genius to figure it out. "So you started fucking him as soon as they arrested me," he said bitterly.

"Mike please ..." she said hugging him even tighter.

"Did you?" he pressed. He knew the answer but he wanted her to say it.

"... it was just sex," Jen said hesitantly, trying to assure him. "I don't feel anything for him. They arrested you, Sam said they might hold you a long time. I didn't know what to do, I freaked. I couldn't stand being alone. Frankie he was just there."

"Everyone thinks it's your baby," Jen said looking at Mike and clutching his shirt. "It IS your baby."

When he didn't respond Jen clutched his shirt. "Please say it's your baby Mike, please!" she begged.

"I just ... I need some time," Mike finally said.

It was really late, they were both emotionally and physically tired. Jen hurriedly changed the sheets. She called Allie so she wouldn't worry. Then she took a shower to wash Frankie off her. Of course she couldn't wash the baby away ...

She toweled off and sprinkled baby powder on herself, knowing Mike loved that. She put his old fraternity t-shirt back on and went out. She got scared when he wasn't in bed. Did he leave? But she found him on the sofa looking into the distance.

He seemed in shock, distant. She gently walked him to the bedroom and undressed him. Her heart broke, he was so thin! She laid him in bed and she snuggled in next to her.

As they lay in the darkness Jen ran her hand over his body. Not sexual, more motherly. He was so thin! She wanted to know what happened but she knew not to ask, there was time for that later.

She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was hard. She put her leg over his. She knew he loved it when she ran her leg over his, he was a major leg man, so she did that. She was rewarded when he got even harder. She began slowly stroking him.

"Don't," he said. She heard a lot of hurt in his voice. Of course he was hurt, what man wouldn't be hurt. But at least he was here, in bed with her, he hadn't bolted.

"Please let me do this," she whispered to him, kissing his cheek. She sensed it was too soon to try to make love to him, his emotions were too raw for that. So instead she kissed down his body. She took him into her mouth.

She could easily swallow all of him. He was small, but at that moment she would be happy with just his penis for the rest of her life. She focused on giving him pleasure and release.

As she went down on him, Mike reached down and gently squeezed her breasts. Jen paused long enough to take off the t-shirt, giving her husband complete access to her body. After all, her body was his, not matter what Frankie had done to her. As she took him into her mouth again, she felt him reach down and gently squeeze her breasts, as if getting use to their bigger size. Then his hands continued to her belly. He tenderly caressed her pregnant stomach as she sucked him. She loved the feeling on his tender hand on her stomach.

He came moments later. He came a lot, way more than normal. She almost gagged on the amount of semen. That made sense she guessed since he hadn't had sex for 7 months.

After swallowing all of it she moved back up his body and hugged him tight. She intended to hold him all night, she wasn't going to let him get away. Although laying that way was uncomfortable given her big belly.

"Would it be better on your side?" Mike asked, sensing her discomfort.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. She rolled onto her side. As she did though she held Mike's wrist tight, so he had to roll with her and spoon her from behind. She clutched his hand to her breasts. After some time his hand moved to her belly. Her heart leaped when he did that. Maybe everything would be okay!

When Jen woke up the next day Mike was still spooning her. She turned over and he was awake, looking at her. His eyes were sad.

"I'm sorry I let this happen," Jen said softly. It was clear what "this" was since her big belly was pressing against his stomach. "I don't care about Frankie," she assured him. "I was a mess, he was there, that's all it was." She grew more desperate with every word. She clutched his hands and kissed them. "Don't leave me Mike! Please!" She looked at him desperately. "Say you won't leave me!"

"Jen ..." he said pulling away and rolling onto his back. She hugged him tight. She decided not to press it. They needed time, he needed time to let all this sink in. She hugged him even tighter. As long as he didn't leave her she figured things would work out eventually. "I love you Mike," she said.

The next day Mike and Jen met with Sam, who flew in from LA. "Claire wanted to come but she's in a show," Sam said after hugging Mike and Jen. Claire, his wife and Mike's good friend, was an actress in LA.

Sam pulled out the contract Mike signed. "They sent me a copy," Sam said. Seeing the pain on Mike's face, he added "You had to do it Mike, you had no choice."

"What?" Jen asked, not knowing what they were talking about.

Mike couldn't bring himself to tell Jen what the government had taken from him, taken from them. Seeing this, Sam handed the contract to Jen. She took a few moments to read it.

Mike was filled with dread as Jen read it. They were practically penniless now. They'd had everything in joint accounts and the government had taken it all, so they'd taken Jen's money too. All they had left was the loft apartment (the government didn't take their home) and their personal belongings.

Jen finished reading the contract. She looked up at Mike and saw the pain on his face. "I don't care about the money," she said hugging him. "All I care about is you're home." She was telling the truth too, they could always make more money.

"I can't work in finance anymore Jen," Mike said sounding desperate. "How can I make a living?"

"We'll figure something out baby," she said kissing him. "All that matters is you're home." She hugged him and said "I love you Mike, I don't care about the money, we'll be fine."

Jen insisted Mike go see a doctor. Dr. Sloan (Mike's regular doctor) declared him in good health given the circumstances. He prescribed to Mike some vitamins and supplements.

"What about his leg?" Jen asked rubbing his bad leg. She'd noticed his limp was more pronounced.

"I guess I didn't get to do my exercises," Mike said. He said it like a joke, but there was a shadow over his face.

Doctor Sloan smiled but he looked worried. He asked Jen to wait a moment as Mike went to the on-site pharmacy for the vitamins and supplements.

"Mike's no doubt been through a lot," Dr. Sloan said to Jen, his brow creased. "It wouldn't surprise me if he's suffering from a form of posttraumatic stress disorder. You might find him lethargic, distant, depressed. I think he'll get over it eventually, Mike's got a strong disposition. Short term though he might sink lower. Watch him and call me if his condition worsens."

Mike was quiet that evening. Jen tried to get him to open up but he mostly responded with one syllable answers. In bed she tried to have sex with him. She desperately wanted to make love. That was how they'd always gotten over problems before, through the intimacy of sex. But Mike said he was too tired, he wouldn't even let her go down on him. She knew he was aroused though, he was rock hard (in fact he was hard all day long, she'd checked a few times by brushing her hand across him). She decided not to push, she knew he needed time. "I love you baby," she said as she kissed him goodnight.

Jen took off work the next day too. They planned to spend the day looking for a job for Mike. Jen thought he should wait, it was too soon, but Mike seemed desperate to get a job, to confirm to himself he was still capable of making a living.

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Jen took longer than normal to dress. Yesterday she wore a loose dress that sort of hid her pregnancy. She hadn't wanted to remind Mike of her condition every time he looked at her. But she knew that approach wouldn't work. The fact was, she WAS pregnant. She couldn't hide it.

She wanted to look good for Mike. She knew he liked her on his arm looking sexy and pretty. She put on tights, a short skirt and a stretch top. The outfit clearly showed the baby bump, but it showed the rest of her body too especially her ass and long legs (she'd gained a little weight in her behind and hips but not too much, and she kinda liked how the extra soft curves looked on her). She brushed her long blonde hair to a silky luster and put on pink lip stick.

She knew Mike would love it, but she couldn't wear high heels. She'd gotten too big for that, she felt unbalanced now in stilettos. So instead she slipped into flirty cowboy boots.

She was rewarded when Mike looked her up and down and gushed "Wow you look great!"

She smiled as her heart did a flip at his compliment. She hugged his arm tight and said with a big encouragingly smile "Let's go get you a job mister."

But job hunting was rough going. All of Wall Street was off limits to him. Jen's firm offered to hire him and pay him a lot of money but the Ring was complete. Mike didn't want a pity job. He wanted to make money, yes, but he also wanted a job where he would feel like he was making a difference, where he was needed.

Mike could work in a software company, but there wasn't a lot of high tech in the New York area. To make matters worse he was radioactive to some companies, either because the ownership disagreed with what he'd done or they didn't want the controversy.

"It's okay honey, it's just the first day," Jen said later at home, trying to reassure him. "Just give it some time, you'll have your pick of a lot of great job offers."

"Yeah ...," Mike said feeling down and depressed. "I wish I never hacked into Sapphire."

"Baby you're a hero!" Jen gushed, hugging him. "They were spying on people, you were right to expose them!"

"I'm not sure it was worth it," Mike lamented.

"You did the right thing," Jen assured him, hugging him tighter. "You're a hero, don't forget that." She added with a giggle, "Just don't do it again. At least tell me first."

Later after dinner Jen sat Mike on the sofa. Then she poured him a Highland Park scotch. After giving him the tumbler she kicked off the cowboy boots and plopped onto the sofa, putting her feet in his lap. "I've missed your foot massages," she said giving him a teasing smile.

Mike took one of her petite, pretty feet in his hands. The sole of her foot was slightly damp from wearing boots all day. He rubbed up her arch and below her toes. He felt himself get hard. He loved touching her feet, he loved touching the silkiness of her tights.

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed.

"Drums didn't give you massages?" Mike asked.

Jen could tell he wasn't playing the game, there was too much hurt in his voice. "No, I never wanted him to," she said. She forced a teasing grin. "That job's yours mister."

They were silent for long moments. With her other foot in Mike's lap, she knew he was hard. His focus seemed to be entirely on the massage, but she knew he was thinking other things too. She sensed he was conflicted, the fantasy of his cuckold desires versus the reality of what had happened. "Are you okay baby?" she asked hesitantly, fearing he wasn't.

Mike pulled his eyes away from her feet and looked at her stomach. "Pull your shirt up," he said, his voice almost cracking from excitement.

Jen pulled up the tight stretchy top, up passed her skirt and belly. She'd worn tights under the skirt, having folded the waistband down so it was like a band just below her belly button.

Mike's eyes were focused on the top of her tights, where she'd folded them down. He loved when she did that, he had a major leg and stocking fetish.

Jen teasingly moved her foot (the one not in his hands) over his crotch. "You like this?" she asked running her fingertips over the top over her tights, over her big pregnant stomach.

"Yeah," Mike said, the one syllable word coming out like a moan.

Jen slowly unfolded the lights and pulled them up, passed her belly button, over her big belly. The dark semi-opaque tights contrasted enticingly with her smooth white skin. "This?" she asked.

Mike nodded. Jen stood. She put her hands behind her and unzipped her skirt, then wiggled out of it. She crossed her arms and pulled off the top. Her bra was next. Now she stood in front of her husband in just the tights.

She pulled his hands to her belly, over the tights. "This baby is yours," she said. When he didn't say anything she said "It is Mike."

She got worried when he still didn't say anything. She felt faint and got on her knees, putting her hand on Mike's leg to support herself. "You promised Mike," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mike put his hand over hers, but still he didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" she asked a tear falling down her cheek.

"... I don't know," Mike said honestly. He felt intense desire for Jen ... but what else did he feel? He wasn't sure. He felt empty inside.

Jen took his hand and kissed it. "I'm been thinking," she said in a small voice. "I couldn't get an abortion -."

"I'd never want you to do that," Mike said immediately.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "I know," she said kissing his hand again. "But maybe ... I think maybe we should give the baby up for adoption."

Mike heard the pain in Jen's voice as she offered that. After just a moment he said "I'd never ask you to do that."

"We Mike, we," Jen said urgently. "What WE would do."

"... yeah," Mike said after a few moments.

Jen heard the uncertainty in Mike's voice and started crying. She put her face in his lap and hugged his legs. "This isn't happening, is it?" she sobbed between tears.

Mike stroked her hair. "I just need time to get used to it," he said.

"It was an accident Mike, just like Tom!" Jen said sobbing. She said desperately "We were okay after that right? This is just like Tom!"

"Yeah," Mike said, but still there was uncertainty in his voice. They both knew this time was different.

He pulled Jen next to him on the sofa and hugged her. He wrapped the throw blanket they kept on the sofa around her since she was naked (except for the tights). He gently stroked her hair and back until she finally stopped crying.

"I love you Mike," she said holding onto him. She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was still rock hard. "Make love to me," she said in a pleading voice.

"... I can't," he said after a few moments. He didn't know why. He desperately wanted her. But it just didn't feel right.

She sobbed again, hugging him even tighter. He stroked her hair. "I need some time Jen," he said.

"Okay," she said in a small voice, holding back tears. After a few moments she kissed down his chest. She moved to unzip his pants. Mike stopped her but she gently moved his hands away. "Please let me," she said in a pleading voice. Jen threw off the blanket, exposing her body. Then she went down on him.

Mike's breathing quickened as Jen took him into her warm soft mouth. He tenderly ran his hands over her body, over her bigger breasts, over her tights and long legs, over the baby bump. Especially over the baby bump. He was more turned on by her body than ever, he desperately wanted to make love to her. But he couldn't. He didn't know why. It was like her body wasn't his anymore ...

Jen bobbed slowly up and down on Mike's cock, not wanting him to cum too fast. She looked at him, her lips wet. His hands were on her tits. "They're bigger," she said with a crooked grin.

"Yeah," Mike said, cupping her breasts. They seemed about a cup bigger and heavier in his hands. They were still perky though with the same eraser-sized upturned nipples.

"Do you like them bigger?" Jen asked.

Mike nodded, captivated by her breasts.

"I hope they stay this big," she said.

"I love them big like this, or small like they used to be," he gushed. "Either way they're perfect."

Jen smiled at him. She wanted to crawl on top of him and make love, but she didn't want to rush it. She went back down on him, and moments later he came.

Father Preston struggled over what Joe had told him. Normally confessions were confidential, not to be discussed with anyone but the confessor. But this was different. Joe was gone. What he'd done affected another person, she had a right to know. With a heavy heart, Father Preston began writing a letter to Joe's sister-in-law.

"How's Mike?" Allie asked when Jen finally returned to work.

"I'm not sure," Jen said looking sad. "Whatever they did, it's really affected him. Dr. Sloan said he might have posttraumatic stress disorder."

"What did they do to him?" Allie asked.

"He won't say," Jen said. "Whenever I ask, he looks ... pained. Scared. I guess he'll tell me eventually." She put her hands on her big stomach and grimaced.

"What did Mike say about that?" Allie asked looking worried.

Jen looked down. "I told him we should put the baby up for adoption."

"Oh god Jen," Allie said, horrified. "Give up your baby?"

"What else can I do?" Jen said suddenly crying. "I'm afraid he doesn't love me anymore!"

Mike sat in a Starbucks drinking coffee. He'd spent the day job hunting. With Wall Street cut off from him, he thought about joining a software startup but the pickings were slim in the New York area. The high college teaching position was still available but that wasn't an option anymore. With his bank account empty he needed a higher paying job.

His iPhone rang. He looked at the caller id and immediately got angry. "What?" he said irritably into the phone.

"Can we talk?" Drums said on the other end of the line.

"How you doing?" Drums said an hour later. They were in a bar sipping beers.

Mike shrugged, barely able to contain his anger. He had no desire to chit chat with Drums.

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Drums shrugged back. He had hoped to keep it amicable, but whatever. "We need to talk about Jen and the baby," he said.

"Fuck you," Mike snapped glaring at Drums.

Drums glared back at Mike. "You know it's my baby right?"

"I know you betrayed me!" Mike hissed. "You went behind my back, took advantage of Jen!"

"Are you seriously giving me that shit?" Drums said sarcastically. "YOU hook me and Jen together. YOU get us to date, YOU get us to live together. You think it's a game Mike? Well it's not. I love her Mike, and she loves me."

"No she doesn't. You were just there, that's all," Mike protested, repeating what Jen had told him.

"You think so?" Drums said mockingly. "After you got arrested, you know how long it took before we got back together? Like, the next week when I got back into town. We were living together Mike. Not just fucking, living together. We slept together. All this while you were in jail. Does that sound like I was just there? Dude, open your eyes. I fucking knocked her up."

"You asshole!" Mike yelled and with all his strength he slugged Drums across the jaw.

The violent blow knocked Drums from his chair. He staggered getting up, holding onto the back of his chair. The bartender and bouncer moved towards them but Drums waved them off. "We're cool guys, we're cool," he said with a forced smile.

Mike looked ready to fight but Drums calmly sat back in his chair. "I'm not fighting you Mike," he said. "I promised Jen I wouldn't." He looked Mike up and down. He knew he could tear Mike apart, especially after losing all the weight in jail.

"Stay away from her," Mike growled.

"Maybe you should let Jen decide that," Drums said. "Maybe you should think about what's best for her. I watch the news. You got no money, no job. How are you going to support her and the baby? And it's my baby Mike, not yours. I'm not going away."

Mike winched at Drums's words. He'd put his finger on what worried him. A lot of his self-worth came from his job, his ability to take care of Jen. Maybe he wasn't the best looking, wasn't the best lover, but he'd always been a good provider, able to give Jen anything she wanted. But that was over, teachers didn't make much money.

Sensing Mike's vulnerability, Drums said "Jen loves me. Think about it. That's why she let me get her pregnant. She wants to start a new life with me. But she feels like she owes you, that's the only reason she's still with you. Is that what you want? Her pity? Be a man Mike and let her go."

Mike felt heartbroken and confused as he left the bar. He didn't believe Drums, but ...

Jen said all the right things when they were together. But how could she have gotten together with Drums when he was in jail, fucked him, lived with him? How could she have allowed herself to get pregnant? Sure, accidents happen. But he was in jail for god's sake! How could she let all that happen?!

And there was something else. As far as he could tell, Jen hadn't done anything to get him out of jail. She was a marketing whiz, she couldn't do something to put pressure on the government to let him go? Instead of helping him, she'd been fucking Drums, living with him, getting pregnant with his baby!

Jen went home early to be with Mike. She was worried about him. He was anxious and distracted all the time, he was having trouble sleeping. He seemed disconnected, not just from her but everyone; he avoided seeing his parents and friends. She'd researched post-traumatic disorder, she was afraid Dr. Sloan was right and Mike was suffering from it.

Mike wasn't there when she got home. She distractedly flipped through the mail. One envelope caught her attention. The return address said Father Preston. She remembered he'd been Joe's priest.

She opened the envelope. Her eyes grew wide as she read the letter.

"Dear Jennifer,

Before Joe died he confessed his sins to me. I feel I must share his confession with you. Joe told me about your evening of indiscretion with him. I am not judging you, what you did is between you and God. But there is something you do not know. While you slept, Joe had intercourse with you. Joe did not use a condom, so he may be the father of your child. I thought you had a right to know this.

Go in peace,

Father Preston"

Jen sat back in the sofa, her mind reeling. That night she had dreamt about having sex. But it hadn't been a dream. Joe had had sex with her. He's cum inside her!

Jen knew of course what Joe had done. He'd tried to get her pregnant on purpose, to leave a legacy after his death.

She put her head in her hands. Joe had probably been sterile from all the chemo, but no one knew for sure. Now she didn't know who the father of her baby was. God this was so fucked up. She was a fuck up.

She heard motion at the door, it was Mike. She hurriedly hid the letter and envelope in her bag. She needed more time to process this before even thinking about telling Mike.

"Hi baby," Jen said melting into him. She hugged him tight. He hugged her back, but it was more like the hug of a friend saying hello. She felt he was hard. That was a good thing, that she still turned him on, even though he still hadn't made love to her since being released.

She sat Mike down and got him a glass of Highland Park scotch with one big ice cube. "Are you hungry? I bought food for dinner," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure," he said listlessly.

Jen heard the lifelessness in his voice, he seemed so distant. She forced a smile and kissed him again, then went into the kitchen to make dinner.

From the sofa Mike watched as Jen moved in the kitchen. He loved watching her. Her every movement was so graceful, like a ballerina.

She wore a stretch top and a skirt. The skirt ended above her knees. She wore nylons and flats. He wondered if the nylons were thigh highs or pantyhose.

Since meeting her back in college, he'd wondered that a million times. Is Jen wearing stockings or pantyhose? Of course he could find out, he could feel her thigh or pull up her skirt, he had that right. But often he liked wondering about it, putting off finding out, it was like a game.

She had such amazing legs. They were so long and slim, so athletic and shapely. He could look at her legs forever.

He looked her body up and down. The baby bump was apparent in her stretch top. Seeing it made him heartsick. But it made him so hard too. He despised himself, but he couldn't help having the dark lustful feelings. It was the ultimate cuckold fantasy. She'd cheated on him with a much better lover. Allowed her lover to get her pregnant. Did she love Drums? It made him heartsick and lustful both at the same time.

He walked to the kitchen, moving behind her. He kissed the back of her neck feeling her hair over his face. He loved her long blonde hair. It was so lush and silky and it always smelled so good, a mix of her perfume and vanilla strawberry scents of her shampoo.

Jen turned and smiled at him. Mike looked at her pretty face. He could look at her face forever, she was so beautiful, so young and innocent.

"I'm not that hungry," he said. "Can we sit and talk?"

"Of course," Jen said turning off the stove.

"Can I asked you something?" she gently asked after they were sitting down. "What did they do to you?"

Mike was silent for a long time. "It's hard to talk about," he finally said. "I don't like thinking about it."

"Okay, I understand," Jen hurriedly said, talking and squeezing his hands. "Don't think about it anymore baby, I'm sorry," she said stroking his bad leg.

They were silent for a long time. Finally Mike said "I need to know more what happened, between you and Drums."

"I told you, he was just there," Jen said immediately.

"Don't lie to me," Mike said pleadingly.

Jen looked into her husband's face. She saw hurt and pain, but excitement and lust too. "Are we playing the game Mike?" she asked gently.

"... I don't know," he said, both uncertainty and urgency in his voice. "I just need to know. Why Drums?"

"I guess ... I don't know," she said unsure. "I was scared Mike. We'd spent a lot of time together. I guess there were still feelings there. It made it easier being with him."

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Mike nodded. He ran his hand up Jen's long shapely leg, feeling the silkiness of her nylons. He ran his hand under her skirt. Jen lifted her butt slightly so Mike could push her skirt up. Lace came into view. She was wearing thigh high stockings, not pantyhose.

Mike leaned over and kissed her knee. Then he kissed her thigh. "You slept with him?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. She quickly added "Not often."

"But he lived here?"

"It wasn't like that," Jen protested. "He came over, then I made him leave. He hardly ever slept over."

"He came over to fuck?"

Jen studied Mike's face. She saw mostly excitement there, instead of anger or hurt. She said "Yeah, to fuck. That's all it was honey, just sex."

"When I was in jail, I knew you'd hook up with someone," Mike said. "I knew you couldn't go that long without sex." Seeing the distress come over Jen's face, he added "I love that about you. That you're so sensual."

Jen nodded, but she looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. Usually Mike's assurances made her feel better. Now though she felt like a cheap slut, a tramp who betrayed the man she loved.

"Did he fuck you good?" Mike asked. "He always made you cum, right?"

Jen winched at Mike's words. She started crying. "What do you want me to say?" she sobbed.

"I want you to tell me the truth," Mike said urgently. "I need to know."

"It was just sex Mike, that's all," she insisted. "I was so scared. I couldn't handle being alone."

"He fucked you good though, right?" Mike asked again, his throat dry from cuckold lust. "He always made you cum."

"Mike stop!" Jen sobbed. "Please Mike ..."

Mike got down on the floor, on his knees. He moved between her legs. He kissed up her thigh, ran his cheek over the lace of her stocking top. "I guess it's better, if you were with him just for the sex," he said in almost a whisper, like he was talking to himself.

"It WAS just sex!" Jen insisted. "I don't love him Mike!"

Mike nodded, staring at her pregnant stomach. Her body belied her words.

"It was an accident!" Jen said urgently. "I got drunk. You know how I get."

Mike nodded again. He put his hands behind her knees and pulled her towards him. Now she was halfway laying on the sofa.

"Make love to me Mike," Jen pleaded, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

Mike didn't answer, it was like he didn't hear her words. He pushed her skirt up, all the way to her waist. Then he pulled her panties off her long legs. He felt the crotch of her panties. They were bone dry. She wasn't excited for him at all. He knew with certainty if Drums was here instead of him, despite all the tears and drama, she'd be soaking wet.

He looked up at her pussy. Despite her pregnancy it still looked the same, so pretty and innocent like a teenager's, two thin lips pressed tightly together, barely a shade darker than the surrounding skin.

Above her clit she was bare. Well, not quite. There was a little stubble there, like she'd shaved recently.

Or someone had shaved her.

"Make love to me baby," Jen repeated, reaching for him.

In that moment, Mike knew what had happened. He gently rubbed the stubble with his thumb. "Drums did this right? He shaved you."

Jen's silence and the alarmed look on her face confirmed his suspicions. "I guess that's his right, with what else he did to you," Mike said bitterly, looking at Jen's baby bump.

"No Mike ..." Jen pleaded.

"Do you miss his big cock, fucking him?" Mike said, all the bitterness, anger and hurt coming out now. "Do you miss HIM?"

"No Mike, no!" she insisted, tears flooding down her face.

"Stop lying to me!" Mike yelled. He wrapped his arms under her knees and abruptly pulled her towards him so her ass hung off the sofa. Then he launched his face at her sex, licking up and down her slit and around her clit. Jen resisted at first but there was no way her body wouldn't respond to getting eaten out, that was just how she was.

Mike slowed down, kissing and gently licking her clit. He reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing her bra up. He tenderly caressed her enlarged breasts and big tummy as he lovingly worshipped her pussy.

Jen came after a few moments. "Come here," she said reaching for him. She wanted him inside her, she desperately wanted the physical connection of making love.

"I can't," Mike said pulling away.

"Why not?" Jen whined, tears falling again.

"I just ... I can't," Mike said. Tears welled up in his eyes. They cried and held each other on the sofa, not knowing what the future held for them.

Later after calming down, Jen changed for bed. She finished taking off her blouse, bra, skirt and stockings. Then she put on comfy VS cotton panties (she'd gone from a size 0/2 to 2/4) and Mike's old fraternity t-shirt.

"You don't have to wear that," Mike said, seeing it was getting tight with her baby bump.

"Of course I'm wearing it," Jen said. Mike had given her the t-shirt the first time they'd slept together, at his bedroom of the frat house. They hadn't planned to sleep together and Jen hadn't brought anything. He'd "loaned" the t-shirt to her. She loved the way the t-shirt smelled like Mike. The next morning she took the t-shirt with her when she went back to her sorority house, and she'd worn it to sleep almost every night since then. To her, the t-shirt was a symbol of their relationship, almost as much as her engagement and wedding rings.

As Mike spooned her in bed, Jen thought about what he'd said, "don't lie to me." Her thoughts went to the letter in her purse from Father Preston, about Joe. She wasn't technically lying to Mike about that, she just hadn't told him yet. She'd tell Mike eventually. Now was definitely not the right time, he was too fragile, their relationship was too fragile.

A few days later things were worse for Mike. He felt anxious all the time, he had trouble concentrating, he felt uncomfortable being around people. Job prospects in NYC were bleak, which made him feel even more miserable.

And then there was Jen. He was so conflicted about her. Looking at her, looking at her pregnant, it made him feel hurt and heartbroken, angry, jealous, betrayed. Yet it got him so hot, he was constantly rock hard. He felt like he was going crazy!

He had doubts about her, about their marriage. Did she really love him? Would she rather be with Drums? How could he support her and the baby?

The baby ... Could he love the baby? Or would the baby always remind him of this time, of when she hooked up with another man while he was in jail. While the government was doing all those things to him.

Finally he made a decision. Luckily he still had her number on his iPhone.

"Hi Tara, it's me, Mike Andrews," he said when his young friend answered. "Thanks. Yeah, it was ... it was pretty bad. But listen, I was wondering if you could do me a big favor."

When Jen got home from work that evening Mike was waiting for her. He was sitting on the sofa. Next to him where 2 suitcases.

Jen's eyes focused on the suitcases. "What's going on?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I need to leave Jen," Mike said softly. "I need to ... get my head straight. I can't do it here."

"Okay, give me a sec to grab some stuff and we'll go," Jen said moving towards their bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt Mike grab her wrist. He didn't want her to pack. He wasn't inviting her to go with him. "Please don't do this," she begged.

"I can't stay with you Jen," he said looking pained and conflicted. "I don't know. I'm ... I'm not right right now. I can't get better here. It's just ... so much has happened. Everything's too complicated. I can't get better here."

"You promised!" Jen sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Mike said, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I just can't do it anymore." He picked up the suitcases. "I'm sorry Jen. I'm sorry." Then he left.

~~ The End ~~

(Mike and Jen's story concludes in "Life After We")

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