Dearest Vincent,
These last few weeks are driving me crazy! I can't wait to finally be married to the man of my dreams. You're everything I have always wanted. You have given me my confidence back and you make me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet. I love, love, love you, with all my heart!
Your soon to be smoking hot 19 year old wife!
Jessica
October 2, 2010
"I know these are a bit pricey but if you want a clean picture, in color and different angles... This is what you need. You get four cameras with the option to add four more. They are all wireless so you can pretty much hide them anywhere man. What did you say you needed this for again?" asked the clerk at Craig's Surveillance Emporium.
"It has sound too?" Vincent asked as he examined the lipstick sized camera.
"No... No, this system doesn't have sound." The clerk leaned in close to Vincent and whispered. "Look man, I know you don't need this stuff to keep an eye on your Beamers in your driveway... Let me know what you need it for exactly and I can hook you up. We have some stuff that we aren't supposed to sell to folks... But you give me a nice tip and I can show you the good stuff. Hell, I'd even help you hook it all up."
Vincent smiled, and reached for his wallet.
"Not here man, the boss has this placed wired too!" the clerk laughed. "I'm Johnny, here's my number, you hit me up when you want some serious surveillance in your place, for whatever you want. You wanna spy on a step daughter, your wife, shit man even your neighbors. I'll set you up nice."
"I need this as soon as possible. You free Sunday? My house will be empty for about eight hours or so."
"Look, I'm outta here in an hour. Why don't you go run an errand or two and we'll meet at the bar across the street at 5:15 or so. We'll get a beer, some chicken wings, we can talk turkey then. You said your name was Vincent right? See you soon."
Vincent looked Johnny over for a couple of seconds before nodding his head and exiting the store. He walked outside and made his way over to his white X5 BMW. He got in, rolled down his window, lit up a Marlboro light and decided to just wait out the rest of Johnny's shift. I hope 500 will be enough you slimy motherfucker... I know your punk-ass is going to fleece me on the equipment too. You better not be full of shit. Wouldn't surprise me though. I can see you being stupid enough to take the money and run... Vincent thought as he watched a couple of older Asian men wearing dirty sweatpants enter a tiny strip mall casino, the Mexicans doing their laundry, a couple of brothas posted up in front of some shitty liquor store, some freak in army boots, a Rambo knife on his belt and a beret talking to himself... He turned to look out the passenger side window and saw a few ravens fighting over a half eaten discarded hamburger. Christ... These people make me sick. This place makes me sick... I better put the keys in the ignition just in case any of these shit stains get any bright ideas...
October 3, 2010
Vincent watched Johnny install the last of the tiny wireless cameras into the smoke detector in his bedroom. I wonder how many women's bathrooms you've bugged, you low life fuck...
"Alright man, you said you had an iPad? This is the coolest part. Now you get to play with your new system," Johnny said with his back turned as he gathered his tools.
"It's in the nightstand drawer, help yourself."
Johnny opened the drawer and removed the iPad to reveal a snub nosed Saturday night special. "Fuck man, is that thing loaded?"
"Listen, this is a secret alright? I trust you can keep a secret can't you Johnny?"
"Yeah man... Sure. I won't tell a soul. If you have any problems with the system you can call me too. I won't charge extra. I'm sure nothing will fuck up but I'll come fix it if it does."
"Good to hear Johnny. Now show me the fun stuff..." Vincent smiled, with his mouth only.
Johnny grinned nervously and turned on the iPad. "Okay, so we setup your living room, back patio, bedroom, kitchen, laundry room, master bathroom and I put one camera facing out to the street. You have a total of 20 cameras that all show up on screen when you start the program. You'll have to choose a login name and password."
Vincent grabbed the iPad, obscured the screen from Johnny's view and typed in his information, reconfirmed it and logged on.
Login: Vincent
Password: Jessica
"Okay man, so this screen has all twenty cameras. You see any action on one and you just tap it to fill the screen. You got your volume here on the left and if you want to record you just hit this button here once and then again to stop. It will save them all to the recordings section of the program. You can get to there by tapping the main menu button on the top here. It's all pretty simple man. Just make sure to save the videos on some other device cause your ipads memory will get full pretty quick and you won't be able to record. Usually it saves all on some server somewhere but I know you want your privacy so I rigged it to save on your iPad. I'm gonna get out of here now Vincent, but you got my number if you need anything else."
"Thanks Johnny, here is a little extra for doing a good job. I want to stress again that this stays between me and you..." Vincent took out three crisp hundred dollar bills and placed them on top of Johnny's tool box and gave them a tap... Cause if you don't, I know where you work you little weasel...
"Yeah man, for sure. Remember me anytime you need anything," Johnny pocketed the cash and gathered his things. Jesus, this fucking guy is crazy, rich, but out of his fucking mind...
October 4, 2010
Vincent pulled into his driveway after a long day at the office. He slowly walked up to his nice house, on a nice street, in a nice part of the city.
"Daddy! His four year old daughter, Sarah, yelled when she saw him and ran over to hug his leg.
"Hey baby, what you got there?" Vincent asked as he scooped Sarah up.
"It's a panda, mommy's friend gave it to me!"
"Is that so? Mommy's friend is really nice isn't he?"
"He is! He came over today and brought me a happy meal!"
What a high roller... "Careful you don't get any dirt on your new panda sweetheart," Vincent kissed Sarah on the forehead and put her down. Mommy mommy mommy... Mommy has so many fucking nice friends... Funny how they don't like hanging around when daddy's home... I like MacDonald's too. I'll take a big Mac next time you come by you cock sucker...
October 5, 2010
"Sorry I'm late, I was swamped at work. You know how this time of year is for me. I barely have enough time to grab some lunch. Where's Sarah? Let's all eat together."
"I fed her already Vincent, it's almost eight. Try the chicken, tell me if you want me to warm it up." Jessica, Vincent's wife of six years replied while grabbing a soda from the refrigerator.
"What about you? Did you eat already too?"
"I ate with Sarah, put your plate in the dishwasher when you're done I'm gonna go shower and get ready for bed," Jessica's last few words barely audible as she made her way down the hallway.
Vincent stared at his overcooked piece of chicken and peas for several minutes before dumping it in the trash and putting his plate in the dishwasher. He grabbed his briefcase and headed toward the front door. He walked out to his large front porch, sat in his favorite creaky wicker chair and lit up a cigarette. God I love these cool October nights... He took a long slow drag off his Marlboro light and leaned back. Would it kill you to at least look at me when you talk to me... To at least join me at the table when I eat... Maybe tell me about your day, could it be cause everything you did today involved one of your ooooh so nice friends... Funny how the few I have met just stand there like dumb shits when I'm around... Funny how they need to go right before I'm coming home...
Vincent put out his cigarette and opened up his briefcase. He took out his iPad and turned it on. He entered his name and password making twenty tiled screens come to life. He tapped the one focused on the bathroom and watched Jessica typing away on her phone while she sat naked on the toilet. You have to take your phone into the bathroom, don't you Jess... Wouldn't want me seeing the shit you send your friends, innocent as it is 'n' all... You make it so laughably obvious...
October 6, 2010
Vincent walked out of his office, iPad and cigarettes in hand.
"I'm taking my lunch Tom, be back in a few."
"You want to take the rest of the day off Vince? You look like you need it. Is everything okay?" Tom, Vincent's boss asked.
"I'm fine Tom, just got some personal stuff going on right now."
"You want to talk about it?"
"No, thanks though. I just need to get my mind off things."
"Then why don't you move all the files from the storage unit back into the office. It's about time we got them back in here. Should keep you busy until around six. It's easy, it's mindless."
Fucking motherfucker... "Yeah, okay sounds great Tom... I'll get on that after lunch."
"Make it a short lunch Vince, there's a lot of files to move... Oh and Vince, say hi to Jessica for me."
Vincent paused and turned to look Tom in the eye, nodded and walked back into his office to grab his briefcase... Hey Tom, say hey to your daughter, she's 18 now isn't she? She's looking really good lately. With all those sports she plays 'n' all, she free friday night? I should of fucking said that... God I'm paranoid... I need to smoke...
Vincent sat in his Beamer smoking a cigarette and dialed his wife.
"Hello?"
"Hey baby, want to meet me for lunch? Feel like some sushi? We can go to that new place on Main."
"I can't Vince, I need to put away the groceries and I wanted to clean the house today."
"The house is clean baby, I can wait while you put the groceries away. Maybe I can take something to the house? Want a burger or sandwich or something?"
"I had some fruit earlier Vince, you go ahead. I'm making spaghetti tonight. Should be ready around six or so, see you tonight."
"Okay baby, I lov--" Vincent tried to say as he heard the familiar double beep his wife's phone makes when she ends a call. He opened up his surveillance program and sure enough, there she was putting away the groceries, texting in between what seemed like every trip from the bags to the refrigerator. Smiling, laughing like she once did with him.
Jessica looked up suddenly and made her way to the living room, Vincent following her every move. She stopped to look herself over in the mirror by the door. She was wearing her tiny gym shorts and a tight, thin, white T-shirt. She pulled her shoulder length brown hair into a ponytail and answered the door.
Motherfucker... The neighbor's kid... Are you serious Jessica? You've been texting some 18 year old high school fuck up? You better ask her for a cup of sugar you little shit or I'll plant some weed in your gym bag and give that hard-ass father of yours a ring... Vincent could barely control his rage as he continued to watch. He saw Brandon step in and give his wife a hug. He let go of her and in stepped another teenage boy he had never seen before. Taller, muscular, holding a basketball. Vincent's suspicions were confirmed when he saw this unknown boy grope his wife's ass as they hugged. She let out a laugh and placed her hand on his cheek. You have got to be fucking kidding me Jessica...
He saw Brandon reach for his wife's ass also, slipping his hand up her leg under her shorts. Jessica was now kissing the new boy as Brandon was rubbing her ass and reaching under her shirt to fondle her breasts with his free hand. Vincent turned the volume up and hit record.
Jessica turned to kiss Brandon now and his friend began to pull down her shorts. She eagerly lifted her leg to help get the shorts off as quickly as possible. Jessica's lips left Brandon's and she led them to the couch. She instructed them to sit down, swiftly removed her top and knelt down in front of them. Jessica pulled Brandon's shorts and underwear down, freeing his stiff cock. When she sucked his dick up into her mouth, Vincent watched his young neighbor lay his head back in ecstasy on his leather couch. Yeah I know buddy... She gives amazing head and my sofas are fucking comfortable... Vincent fought every instinct in his body to race over there and toss a wet blanket on the fire burning before his eyes.
Brandon's friend pulled his shorts down too, grabbed Jessica's hand and guided it toward his hard on. Vincent watched his beautiful wife sucking a teenager's dick while stroking another's. Two teenagers Jessica probably wouldn't have given the time of day to when she was their age.
