CH. 52: ANDREW
“Hey, everything alright?” Rachel asks, bringing the sleeping baby to the crib.
“Yeah, everything’s great.” He smiles. “Hey, do you mind if I take a drive?”
A line forms between her brows. “You sure everything is alright?” she asks again, frowning.
“Yeah, it’s just… nerves,” he says. “I’m a little anxious about the wedding tomorrow, that’s all. All those people.”
“Wow, you? Nervous?” She chuckles. “Never thought I’d see the day.”
She pecks him on the cheek. “Sure. Get some air, hon.”
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Andrew removes the SIM card from his burner and cracks the phone in half before tossing it over the Perrine Bridge into Snake River.
He gets back into his car quickly, fearing a passerby might mistake him for a jumper. He lets out a sigh of relief on the way back to Rachel’s, and laughs. His smile is so big he can hardly contain it. He knew this mess would sort itself out, he just didn’t know it would be so wonderfully executed. He taps the steering wheel as he drives around aimlessly. His marriage to Rachel serves as the perfect alibi—The perfect explanation to tie up any loose ends.
Heather is mentally unstable. She formed an unhealthy obsession with him, even quitting school and her job so she could pursue him full time. Rachel would certainly back that story up, and she knows about Tammy’s pregnancy claim, so there’s the motive right there. But what happens when she finds out the baby really is his? Is there a way to get rid of that evidence?
He hums to himself, stopping at a red light. He presses his lips together. Okay, so what if I knocked her up? That doesn’t mean anything. If anything it only strengthens the case against Heather. He wonders if the cops would share that information with Rachel, maybe as a way to gauge her reaction, see what he’s hiding. Would it matter? She knows they had sex already.
Green light floods into the cockpit and he taps the gas. Rachel’s 2005 Honda Civic mopes along, the muffler bleating its death cry.
He reflects on his night with Jennifer, remembering the way her anus gaped with each thrust. She takes it in the ass for sure, and often. He bites his lip. She’d be a glorious side project, he thinks. But it’d be too risky.
He turns the volume dial. Jan Blomqvist pours from the speakers, and he can’t help but bop his head.
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“I’ve put some thought into it,” he says, looking at Rachel. “I think we should stay in Idaho and start our lives over here.”
“Wow, really? What made you change your mind?”
“I’ve been considering it, and I think you’ve made some valid points. You’re licensed here and it might be a hassle to get re-licensed in Washington. Your whole family is here… and then there’s the Heather issue,” he says, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible. “I’ve thought about everything that’s happened, and I don’t think she would ever leave us alone.”
“I think you’re right about that,” she agrees, nodding.
“I can’t risk her doing something crazy.”
“You really think she’d do something crazy?”
“She’s been acting more and more unstable, it’s gotten to the point I don’t feel safe around her.”
“Wow,” she says, staring at the crib. “You don’t think…”
“That’s the problem, Rache. I don’t know.”
Rachel smiles, tears filling her eyes. “You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me.” She pauses. “What about you? Will you have to get re-licensed to open an office here?”
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
“What about the house? Won’t your dad be upset?”
“Let him be mad.” Andrew says. “I don’t care. Worst case, I’ll rent it out for a while and then sell. I’ll pay him back if he’s insistent upon it.”
“Okay, if you’re sure,” she says.
He nods. “I’m sure.”
Rachel smiles back. It’s amazing how naive she is, he thinks. Such a stupid girl.
The thought of never going back to Washington nags at him slightly. He’s already started to obsessively think about Jen. Her wet pussy, perfect black O of an asshole, that bulbous, fake ass, monstrous tits that stick straight out like Barbie’s hard, plastic mounds, and her impossibly tiny waist sent him through the roof.
His cock stiffens. There would be more just like her, he’s sure. It’s a shame that none of them will be a friend of Rachel’s. The more taboo, the better.
“What’s that look for?” she asks, smiling.
“Oh, I was just thinking about expanding our family.”
“Mmm, well come here, then,” she says, opening her arms.
Andrew smiles, pulling his black cotton tee from his body.
When he pushes it in, he isn’t inside of his wife’s cunt, he’s deep inside Jennifer’s quivering anus.
His cock hardens and pulses as his imagination takes over. There’s no way I can just walk away from that girl. No fucking way. Not yet.
The last thing he wants is another kid by this butter beast, but he knows how good it will make him look. The goal is to appear as normal as possible.
He fills her with hot cream, burrowing in deeply.
She groans appreciatively. “I love you,” she sighs into his ear.
Andrew kisses her on the cheek, cringing internally. “I love you, too,” he whispers, swallowing back the bile.