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I always wondered why Mr. Philpot would hire a guy like me. I had a record. I had spent fourteen years upstate for an assault and battery that went with a botched home invasion and an armed robbery. I was a two-time loser waiting on my third bit that would put me away for the rest of my life, or the discovered body that would put me in the electric chair. Yeah, I had a few bodies behind me, but no one knew about those. When he hired me to work on the shipping docks of his trucking company, I just thought he was some kind of do-gooder or something. You know? One of those Christian types that think we all can be saved. I didn't know if I could be saved or not, but I knew Mr. Philpot was doing a righteous solid by me, so I decided to be have and give the guy a decent day's work for a fair wage. I was going to become a citizen. I had been working for him for about three months when he called me into his office. I just figured the guy was gonna can me. "Do you know my wife, Amanda?" he asked as he turned the picture of his wife and kids around on his desk to face me. "I have seen her around," I replied, a little worried he had seen me lustfully ogling his hot wife. "I would like to make you a business proposition, Devlin. I would like for you to abduct and rape my wife." I sat there dumbfounded for a moment. "I'm sorry, sir," I said with a little squeak in my voice. Mr. Philpot stood up, turned around and looked out the window down onto the dock floor. "Mr. Tourist, I know who you are, and what you have done. I also know what you are capable of." Turning back around to face me, he laid his cards on the table. "I would like to hire you, and maybe a few of your less-savory friends, to rape and abuse my wife... and photograph and video the entire event." Reaching in his desk drawer, he took out a stack of hundred dollar bills and put them on the desk. There had to be $10,000 on top of that desk. My heart was beating fast, my mouth was dry, and my forehead grew warm. It took everything I had in me to reply. "Yeah... I can do that." "Very well, Mr. Tourist. I have arranged for my children to be at their grandparents this weekend. My wife will be home alone. She arrives home, usually around five." Easy, I thought to myself. "Can you do it," he asked. "Yeah, I can do it." I licked my lips. "There is one last thing." Fuck, I thought to myself, here it comes. "I want to be the first to rape my wife after you have subdued her?" I thought for a minute and tried to look my employer in his eyes, but he refused to look at me. "My wife has never allowed me to have anal intercourse with her," he confided. "I wish to be the first to rape my wife in her ass." He paused and cleared his throat. "After that, I will become a mere observer to whatever abuses you and your friends perform on my wife... a cuckold, if you will." Standing, I scooped up the money on the desk. "You got a deal, Mr. Philpot." When I looked up, he was holding out a house key and a paper with notes on it. When Amanda Philpot arrived home Friday evening, I was already waiting for her in her garage.
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