James McGregor—Jim to his employees, Jimmy to his close friends—did not hesitate to cross the threshold of the nondescript building.
Whatever else one might say about James, and one could say many things about James and not all of them heartwarming, being prone to indecision was not one of them.
When James ran into a problem, James stopped long enough to determine the extent of that problem, formulate a plan to solve said problem, and then enact said plan. That approach had served him well for the previous twenty-five years, from the time he wrestled control of Electro Manufacturing Incorporated away from his then father-in-law and grew it into the largest industrial control panels manufacturer on the West Coast.
That approach had served him well years later when he determined that his then wife—the daughter of the father-in-law in question—after a solid fifteen-years marriage that had yielded two sons, was simply not worthy of being the wife of one of the most successful businessman on the West Coast. She was unhappy, and was letting herself go, and it had become almost embarrassing to be seen in her company.
When he realized that his then wife had become a liability, that she was a problem, he formulated a plan and enacted it without hesitation or pity. It had been a simple matter to hire a handsome out-of-work actor to seduce and sleep with his then wife, all the while having a private investigator follow the couple and document the affair in exquisite graphic detail. Armed with such incontrovertible evidence, suing her for divorce was a short and easy affair. James obtained custody of his son and managed to leave his ex-wife with hardly anything through a carefully orchestrated strategy of claiming great mental distress and public embarrassment. His wife’s lawyer did manage to obtain a one-time lump payment for relocation that James almost contested but in a show of magnanimity decided to let go. That the lump payment turned out to be less than the fee he had promised the out-of-work actor but never paid due to the poor fellow’s deportation proceedings back to Canada—his visa had expired a year prior, something that had not escaped James’s careful screening of potential candidates—proved almost poetic, something that James might have appreciated had he had any fondness for poetry.
“Welcome to Family Counseling Services,” said the pleasant young woman behind the reception desk, looking up at him with a blindingly white smile. “How may I help you?”
Throughout May and June, I'm asking for your input about the sort of kinks you might want to see in The Adjusters.
From out of nowhere today came a new chapter of Madison's Lesson by GrantLee: “Madison Benedict bent at her waist...” It's the story of a poor mother and ex-wife that is coerced into sex by, well, pretty much everybody, it seems. It's really good. But updates abysmally slowly.
At the other extreme, here's a weird but entertaining story, Alex in Pornoland by SirSinn: “Alex wakes up to a different world after an accident.” Warning: incest, and large artificial breasts.
