Living the American Dream

by Frank Cereo

  “So how was dinner?” I ask as I startle both of them.

  “Who are you and how did you get in here?” Adolf yells at me.

  “Adolf call 911.” Winnie says with her British accent.

  “First of all if anyone picks up a phone, Winnie you’re the first to die. Secondly Adolf, I don’t understand how you didn’t recognize me old friend old pal.” I say as I walk out from the dark bar.

  I walk out into the light where I show them the handgun I am sporting.

  “By the way your scotch is very good.” I say as I take another sip and finish it.

  “Do I know you?” Adolf asks.

  “Are you kidding me Adolf? Five years ago I was in financial trouble and I tried and pleaded with you to refinance my mortgage and you blew me off. Do you know who I am now?” I say as I walk towards him.

  “I am sorry I couldn’t do any more for you. Did you lose your house?” Adolf asks with concern.

  “First of all don’t act like you’re concerned about my wellbeing. To answer your question the house was taken and foreclosed on. Now you and your pretty wife take a seat on the sofa.” I say as they both walk towards the sofa.

  “Please don’t hurt us.” Winnie says as she starts to cry.

  “Shut up bitch, I don’t want to hear Winnie whining.” I say as I put the barrel of the handgun against her forehead.

  “Ok, ok take whatever you want just don’t hurt her.” Adolf says.

  “You think I want to hurt her. You did that all by yourself on your Saturday night orgies with prostitutes, alcohol and drugs.” I say as I look right at Winnie.

  “What is he talking about Al?” Winnie says with a look of surprise on her face.

  “It’s nothing honey he doesn’t know what he is talking about.” Adolf says nervously.

  “I don’t know what I’m talking about. You even discussed this shit with me when we were working on my mortgage. How easily we forget.” I say with a smile.

  “Just stop right there.” Adolf says as I can see him starting to sweat.

  “Where do you come off accusing my husband of doing illegal things? I believe Al has done nothing wrong” Winnie says as she stands behind her husband.

  “You didn’t really think I would tell you that without having proof.” I say as I throw Winnie a manila envelope.

  Winnie starts to open the envelope and Adolf pulls it out her hands.

  “Give it back to her fat boy and sweat a little more because your marriage is about to come to a nasty ending.” I say as Adolf gives Winnie the envelope back.

  Winnie slowly undoes the string tie. She opens the flap and pulls out the pictures. She goes through the pictures one at a time. I can see the innocence in her face dissipate with every picture she looks at.

  “What is this Al? Is this what you do on guy’s night out?” Winnie asks with concern.

  Adolf can’t respond because he is lost for words. His head is down looking into his lap for he is too ashamed to look into his wife eyes.

  “You fucking bastard.” Winnie says as she slaps Adolf across the face.

  Adolf sits with his hands folded crying like a baby. Winnie looks away from Adolf for she is beside herself with her husband’s behavior.

  “Tie him up.” I tell Winnie as I hand her a roll of duct tape.

  I watch as Winnie tapes Adolf wrists tight and then she does the same to his ankles. I check to make sure there is no slack and he cannot move.

  “Take your underwear off.” I tell Winnie.

  “I beg your pardon, I will do no such thing.” Winnie says with a stern voice.

  “You will and you will do it now.” I say as I point the gun at her head.

  Slowly Winnie reaches under her dress and pulls down her black panties. She holds them out towards me as I grab them out her hand. I stuff the panties in Adolf’s mouth and tape his mouth shut.

  “What do you want from us? You managed to humiliate Adolf and you probably ended our marriage.” Winnie says in disgust.

  “Walk to the back of the couch and bend over.” I tell Winnie.

  “No, please don’t do this.” Winnie begs.

  “Do as I say or I will blow his head off followed by yours.” I say as I follow Winnie to the back of the sofa.

  Winnie bends over and I undo my trousers and drop them to the floor. I can hear Winnie whimpering as I drop my underwear to the floor.

  “Hike your dress up and spread your legs.” I say in a demanding voice.

  Winnie pulls her dress and black slip up over her waist.

  “Take a hold of it and guide it into you.” I say to Winnie.

  Winnie reaches her left hand back and grabs a hold of my cock. She guides me to the entrance of her pussy. Then by surprise Winnie starts to slide my cock up and down against her pussy. She is already wet and burning to be rutted.

  “Adolf your wife is already hot for what she is about to receive. Don’t you service this woman?” I ask Adolf.

  Adolf doesn’t say a word and I can see tears dripping down his face. That is when I shoved my entire cock balls deep inside Winnie. She lets out a gasp as I begin to pound her sweet little pussy. I grab hold of her slip covered hips as she is thrusting back to meet my thrusts. Then all of a sudden Winnie has a squirting orgasm. She squirts all over my cock telling me she is enjoying this rape.

  “Ah, ah, oh, oh god yes.” Winnie moans as I pound her like a jack hammer.

  Winnie cums again as it seems she hasn’t been laid in a while. I bet she is a real firecracker in bed. I can’t understand why Adolf would fuck around with prostitutes with Winnie’s sex drive.

  “Ah god that feels so good. Just do me one favor and pull out before you cum. I am unprotected because Adolf and I are trying to start a family. Oh my god you are so big.” Winnie says.

  “Look at your husband and tell him how good this feels.” I say to Winnie.

  “Oh god, Adolf you have no clue how good this feels.” Winnie says in-between moans.

  “Adolf do you have good life insurance?” I ask as I put the gun up against his head.

  Adolf nods his head yes.

  “Why did you ask him that?” Winnie says as she pauses in-between moans.

  “Because you are going to raise our child on his life insurance money.” I say as I start to ejaculate inside Winnie.

  “Oh my god, ugh, ugh, yes, yes.” she say as I bury my cock balls deep to make sure nothing escapes.

  When my cock finishes pulsating I hold it deep inside Winnie. It’s still hard and erect and she is cumming again all over my pole. I look over at Adolf and he is crying.

  “You pathetic piece of shit. You just watched another man impregnate your wife.” Winnie says as she kisses him on the cheek.

  “Very nice Winnie my love. Would you like to try this on the bed?” I ask.

  “I would love too.” Winnie says as we leave Adolf taped up on the sofa.

  We walk into the bedroom and we keep the door open. Winnie unzips the dress and drops it to the floor. I push her back on the bed and she unclasps the front of her black bra and slides her lacy black slip up around her waist just above her black stocking. I quickly assault her small perky breasts.

  “Fuck me again.” Winnie whispers in her bedroom voice

  Quickly I stuff my cock deep inside her missionary style. I continue to suck on her breast as she cums again.

  “Fuck me full of your baby cream. I have been waiting for ten years for asshole to do it.” Winnie whispers in my ear.

  Soon I’m ready to fire another load inside Winnie and when I do, she cums with me.

  “Oh my god yes, yes,” Winnie yells so Adolf can hear her.

  When we finish the second round we both walk out into the living room. I am dressed again and Winnie is wearing her wet half-slip with her bra still unclasped. Adolf is trying to get loose but the tape is too tight.

  “How does it feel to be cheated on? All I can tell you is this man is going to be my lover from now on. You will never fuck me ag
ain.” Winnie says.

  I walked over to Adolf and put the gun up against his head.

  “What are you doing?” Winnie asks.

  “I am making sure you remain my lover forever.” I say as I make sure the silencer is in place.

  “Oh my god yes.” Winnie say as I shoot Adolf in the head.

  His body slouches over on the sofa as blood seeps into the material. I look over at Winnie and she is fingering herself. I walk over to her and pick her up and carry her to the bedroom for round three.

  “I am forever yours.”’ Winnie says as load number three is injected into her fertile pussy.

  After we make love for the third time I arrange the room to look like there was a robbery. I tell Winnie to go to bar and make herself visible to the public. I take her cell phone number and send her on her way. I tell Winnie I won’t be calling her anytime soon or until everything cools down. I reaffirm with her to call the police and tell them this is what you walked in on. I told her to make sure she acted like a grieving widow and to take a few weeks and visit with relatives back in the UK. I make sure I take Winnie’s panties out of Adolf’s mouth. I replace the panties with a dirty pair of his own underwear that I took out of the laundry basket. I put Winnie’s panties in my pocket. I ransacked the apartment and took some cash for the road. I put my hat on my head, zip up my coat and I head out the door. Down the elevator and a long walk to the Grand Central Station. I already have my return ticket so I get on the midnight train and head back to Poughkeepsie to get my car. Three down and seven to go as I sit back and enjoy the ride. I recline my seat back to get a little sleep on the ride north when my cell phone rings. I look at the screen and it’s the same number again that my so be it wife keeps calling in on. I answer the call in calm and collective voice.

  “Yes dear can I help you?” I say.

  “Come home Freddy before it’s too late?” The woman’s voice says as she hangs up in my ear.

  “I’ll come home when I’m good and ready.” I say as I put my phone back in my jacket pocket.

  I sit back in my seat with a smile on my face. I love to listen the clicking and clacking the metal wheels make on the metal rails. It’s so relaxing and soothing for the brain. This sound puts me to sleep as I wander off into never, never land.

  Chapter 10 – Richmond Virginia

  Before I know it the train is reaching my destination of Poughkeepsie. I grab my bag and put my hat on covering as much of my face as I can. I walk through the depot and head to the parking garage. I get into my car and pay the toll with cash. I get on the side roads until I reach the non-toll portion of I-87. I continue to drive south staying on non-toll roads. By midafternoon I am physically exhausted from little or no sleep over the past two nights. So I grab a motel just south of Washington, DC. I get inside my room and take a long relaxing shower. Upon completion of the shower I close the shades. I turn on the TV and check out the news stations. The last thing I remember was the weather girl talking about a blizzard hitting in the plain states before passing out. I slept thought the rest of the day and throughout the night. I woke up the next morning at 5 am in the darkness of the room with only the TV light flickering. I took another shower and put on some clean clothes. I check out of the motel and grab a little breakfast at McDonalds. Then I’m back on I-95 south heading towards Richmond. Two hours later I’m in Richmond and eating lunch. I grab my notes and look up Allison MacDougal’s address. I open up a map and find her address. After lunch it’s off to find her house.

  “2517 Elm Street.” I say when I find the house.

  I park two houses down but on the opposite side of the street. I only know Allison as my bankruptcy advisor. I know nothing about her family or if she is even married or not. I sit in my parking spot the entire afternoon with no one coming or leaving the house or premises. Soon darkness falls and still no movement what so ever. At 7 pm I run out to a restaurant for some dinner. When I return to the house an inside light is on.

  “She must be home.” I say as I grab my gun and get out of the car.

  I walk around the back of the house with discretion. I am wearing my black coveralls with black sneakers and a black knitted hat. I use the shrubs and bushes for cover as I move towards the back of the house. The first window I come upon overlooks the living room. It’s a large picture window with two small panel on windows on each side. The window is eye level as I peek inside the house. The light shining through the front window is a lamp that is set on a table. I remain in position looking for any type of movement inside the house. I stay there for fifteen minutes and there is nothing moving at all.

  “Check the garage for a car.” I say as I walk over to the garage.

  The garage is a separate standing building. The two stall garage is located to the left of the house. There are two window located on the house side of the garage. I walk over and cup my gloved hands against the window. I put my head against the window and see the garage is empty.

  “No cars means the light inside is on a timer and Allison is out of town.” I say as I walk over and check the back windows.

  My suspicion is right and Allison is out of town meeting with a client. This also tells me she isn’t married and she doesn’t have a roommate. I walk around to the side door next to the garage. First I check the door that is locked. Then I check under the welcome mat for an extra key. There is nothing there so I check around the door frame.

  “Maybe she doesn’t have an extra key laying around.” I say as I check under the flower pot.

  The flower pot is heavy with a dead plant still lying dormant. This tells me that Allison will wait until spring to clean out the dead plant. Which all in all tells me she doesn’t do anything until she has to do it. The flower pot also has a saucer at the bottom to hold access water during the hot season or when Allison is out of town. Then the saucer falls, I try to catch it. It ricochets off my hand and breaks into three pieces. Then I hear a small piece of metal hit the ground. It’s dark but I can see a metallic object reflecting from the street light. I reach down and grab the key but not before I put the saucer together and set it under the pot. I get up and look around to make sure the coast is clear. I even look over at the neighbor house that is lit up like a Christmas tree. Then I put the key into the lock and turn it. The door unlocks and now the only thing that might stop me is a security system. I hold my breath and push the door open. To my advantage there is no alarm system in the house. I close the door behind me and lock it. I put the key in my pocket as I walk into the kitchen. I open Allison refrigerator and to my surprise there is a couple of bottles of wine, a six pack of beer, some condiments, and a few apples and oranges.

  “She must eat out a lot or she is out of town a lot.” I say as I close the refrigerator door.

  I check out her cupboards and they are just as bare as the refrigerator. I walk into the dining room and see the table hasn’t been eaten on for a while. There is dust all over the tablecloth. I look inside her china cabinet and the glasses and dishes are covered in dirt. I walk into the living room and see some dust on the TV screen which tells me no one has been here for a little while. I look to the side of the recliner and there is an ashtray filled with cigarette butts. The cigarette butts have lipstick on the filters.

  “I may be at the right house but it looks like she isn’t here very often.” I say as I see some mail on the end table.

  I can see Allison’s name on the mail and this relieves me that I am in the right house. I find the stairway and walk up the stairs and see there are two bedrooms and one bath. One bedroom is the guestroom and the other is the master bedroom. I walk by the guest room and into the master bedroom. The queen size bed is unmade and there are clothes all over the floor. Another ashtray on the nightstand filled with cigarette butts. Even the air in the house smell of stale cigarette smoke.

  “What a disorganized pig.” I say as I walk into the bathroom.

  The bathroom has towels and dirty underwear all over the floor. The hairdryer and stra
ightening iron are left on the counter. The bathroom sink is dirty with dried toothpaste and spit. I make sure I don’t touch anything and leave everything where it’s lying. When I leave I take the key with me so I can have a copy made. After the copy of the key is made I return the original key back into its location. Every day for the entire week I return to Allison’s house at three o’clock in the morning. Every day the house is vacant. Either she is out of town or maybe she is shacked up with a boyfriend or girlfriend. All I know is this is starting to get me frustrated. I am out on a mission and this bitch is delaying my progress. I walk out the door and lock it behind me. I go around the backside of the house and use the side bushes for cover. I make it out on the sidewalk and cross the street to my car. I get into the car and before I turn on the headlights a car drives by me. There is a woman driving and a man riding in the passenger seat. The car pulls into Allison’s driveway. I quickly get out of my car and sprint the same way I just walked down. When I get to the back of the house I see the headlights from her car turn off. I see a faded light turn on inside the garage from the remote garage opener. The dome light inside of the car is on because the doors are open. Then I hear both doors close one after the other. I can hear their shoes against the pavement as they walk towards the side door. I can see the man is carrying a bag of some kind. It looks like a takeout bag from a restaurant. Then the garage door closes and the light inside the garage turns off.

  “After I eat this I’m going eat something else.” The man says.

  “Sounds good to me.” Allison replies with a giggle.

  I stand by the back window looking inside and watching them eat their fast food burgers. The man is fondling Allison and playing with her breasts. They are acting like a couple of college kids instead of grownups. Upon completion of dinner the man grabs a beer out of the refrigerator and Allison pours a glass of wine. They turn out the lights and go upstairs to the bedroom. I can hear them giggling and laughing as they walk up the stairs. I walk back to my car and sit while I wait for the opportune moment.