She looked at me and said, “This wouldn’t hold up in court.”
She seemed to forget I was a lawyer.
“We’re not in court, this is between you and me, and by the way it is so simple yes it will, I am a lawyer don’t forget. I made it purposely simple.” I was tempted to add that she does food, I do law. And yes, it would hold up in court once she knowingly signed it.
She didn’t hesitate, she could see I had signed it, so she signed it.
That was when I told her I knew her and Brian before. And when I asked her about it, she said, “It was all a long time ago, don’t worry sweetheart, you’re my only man now.”
“So why not tell me about it?” I asked her.
“It was a long time ago, before we even met. It’s no secret. It just didn’t come up. That’s all.”
As a bit of a jibe I said to her. “So now if you fuck Brian, you lose your house, your job and your car plus about 250 grand give or take.”
Now that caught her out that made her shake her head, she paled a little for a short while.
Now was the time to keep an eye on what was happening. I checked on her phone daily.
It wasn’t long after that that I saw the text she sent to Brian. “Pete knows something is planned. He made me sign a post-nup. He wouldn’t do that unless he suspected something. We are going to have to call it off.”
Brian replied. “He can’t, this is fool proof. It is so simple, so even if we get caught it will look like it’s him. Nobody will believe him, and if he says anything else he will look like the idiot he is.”
“Don’t you run him down, I love him. This is just a one off, just like those old days when we used to sneak around. As I said once.”
“You just want to get something over on him don’t you? And you’re using me to do it.” Brian texted.
“Might be.” She replied.
He put a smiling emoji on. “Don’t worry, I’m not complaining.”
So, it was soon, the only thing coming up was the company Halloween party.
They were so smug they could get away with whatever it was they were planning. There was nothing else in the texts apart from meet you so and so, it was always in the building and the places they were never alone. It will be an office or the cafeteria, but they were sitting talking together which is not unusual. She was in charge of production, and he was in charge of the factory.
Then on Friday afternoon I got the text from Sharon’s phone. “I’ve got the costumes.” There was nothing more than that. We were due to go to the factory Halloween party that Saturday. The factory would be very busy at Christmas making Christmas foods, so Halloween was the best time for a company get together. It took a bit of sorting out, shutting the factory down for a day, but I think the maintenance people got a lot of stuff done.
We had done this before, and I generally picked my own costume, but this year Sharon picked it. It was normally quite a fun event. Management generally hired their costumes, but the lads and lasses from the shop floor tended to make their own, some of those were better.
I got a little worried when I saw mine. It was a cowboy outfit, a hat, shirt, waistcoat, chaps and a gun in a holster. I found out the gun was a water pistol. She even got cowboy boots. That was Ok but what worried me was it included a Lone Ranger style mask and a full beard. You almost wouldn’t be able to tell who I was. I will probably have to lift the beard up to drink beer, a straw might be in order.
We got dressed for the party. The hairs started standing on the back of my neck when Sharon did something strange. She tucked a pink handkerchief in the breast pocket of the waistcoat, and she messed around with my hat.
She was wearing a PVC catwoman catsuit that i hadn’t seen before, complete with whiskers, ear headband, the most fantastic cat eye make-up and a tail. We were sometimes a little risqué in the bedroom. The zip went from neck all the way round to the small of her back, that is where the tail was stuck in. I did draw the line at her wearing her thigh length boots and leather waspie. That would have been too many secrets out in the open. It was all finished off with a small black handbag on a golden chain, the sort of thing that women keep their phones and a little make up in.
I tried to get a little naughty, we had time for a quick one. She was as sexy as hell and I wanted some of that, she laughed and told me to wait till we got back home.
Anyway, with my senses all alert off we went to the hotel where the company had hired the ballroom and somewhere to store coats.
Lo and behold, when I got there Brian was wearing exactly the same outfit as me. We all had a bloody good laugh about it. How we were both dressed the same and anyone could get the two of us mixed up. It didn’t take me long to work out what they were planning. I could see their game straight away. What bothered me was how would she know who was who? If you didn’t have a suspicious nature and didn’t think there was something untoward going on, it’ll be a good laugh.
Then I noticed a more worrying fact, he also had a handkerchief in his top pocket, but his was red, he also had a hat on the same as mine. It looked a bit odd, then I realised the feather in his hat was on the opposite side to mine. Now I could see how their plan was going to work. It didn’t take me long to think of a way round it. But I would need a bit of luck.
Sharon stayed close to me and I didn’t even see her glance across a Brian at all. There were lots of laughs and jokes saying that we were both dressed the same and you could get us mixed up. Sharon arranged to have photographs taken in the middle of this. I got someone to take photographs using my phone, we even had photographs taken of us with our beards and masks off, I insisted on that photo. Just so people could tell who was who. It was a bit of a giggle.