Prologue

Equilibrium has several definitions, one of them is equality between the totals of the two sides of an account, another is stability produced by an even distribution." And finally equality between opposing or interacting elements.

Finally there is the saying, "don't get mad, get even!"

Part One

Jon had been my best friend since grade school. In our small town, we had one grade school, 1^st through 6^th grades, junior high and high school were combined in one building grades 7 through 12. When we returned to school, entering the 7^th grade, mary kate had moved to town, three minutes after jon saw mary kate, he was in love. Jon went from shy, timid 7^th grade nerd to outgoing, funny student almost overnight. By 8^th grade, as soon a she was allowed, they were going steady. Mk was a pretty girl, with an outgoing personality and a dynamite body. Not quite centerfold quality, but close enough to be more than satisfactory.

Our little country town in northeast texas was not integrated back then and children very seldom if ever met any black people. There was a black community 6-7 miles out of town. The blacks who did live in town lived in a part of town beyond the railroad tracks in a section called the nigger holler. I know that's not politically correct today, but that is what it was called back then. Also considering where this is going, I may use the word nigger a lot.

We also had a small state college in our town and most of us went from high school to college, immediately. Mk's mother received an offer to teach in a private school in dallas that was too good to turn down. Her dad was the only electrician/contractor in town and made really good money and could not/would not give up his business, so he stayed in town. And mk and her mother lived in dallas from sunday night to friday afternoon. Jon and mk almost went crazy missing each other and they both took extra courses, carrying a maximum load to finish as soon a possible. They finished almost a year before the rest of our class, got jobs in dallas and got married right away. After 3 months, their life was marred by tragedy, jon's parents were killed in an automobile accident. The driver of an over the road truck was drunk and the national company paid jon over $500,000 as a settlement. In addition, jon's father had a double indemnity life insurance policy for $500,000, which because it was an accident paid jon $1 million. His dad was still working and his employee group life and accidental death coverage paid $400,000 jon's mother had an individual life policy, double indemnity for $100,000 total. She was still employed and in addition to her employee group life insurance, with double indemnity paid another $200,000 and through an association she was covered with $250,000 with a corresponding amount of accidental coverage for a total of $500,000. So,

The trucking company settlement... $500,000

His dad's individual life insurance 1,000,000

his dad's group insurance... 400,000

His mom's group insurance... 200,000

His mom's association insurance... 500,000

His mom's individual life policy... 100,000

The grand total was... $2,700,000

Jon loved his job and was planning to buy stock in the company and kept working. That would not have been my choice, but jon was my friend, even though I thought that he wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer.

I had stayed at home working on my masters degree.

About 9 months after the wedding, they were going to meet after work on friday night at a new place for them on the western edge of town. Jon did not get away as soon as he planned and was going to be about 45 minutes late, so he called the restaurant/bar and spoke to the black bartender, describing mk and the clothes she was wearing and asked if she was there and gave the bartender a message that he would be late, have a drink and he would be there in about 45 minutes.

It took us a long time to piece the following info together to account for the next time period. When jon arrived at the bar, no mk in sight. The bartender claimed only to know that he gave her the message and served her a drink. Shortly after, he noticed she was gone, saying he specifically remembered her because she did not tip him.

Jon used the pay phone to call home and there was no answer. Her car was in the parking lot, locked up but she was nowhere to be found. He called the police, but friday night is not a good tine to make a missing person report. Jon did not know what to do he finally left a message on the dash of her car to call home as soon as possible.

Jon went home to wait, walk and worry. We had made plans for me to visit to play golf on the monday holiday, so jon, called me - I grabbed my bag and was at his house 90 minutes later. Now there were two of us to wait, walk and worry. At 9:00 am on saturday, jon called the police again he was finally told that most missing wives show up late on sunday and if she was not back by monday morning, to call back.

We waited, with us staying in with the phone and jon kept calling hospitals and the smaller municipalities police departments all to no avail. No one he contacted had any information about mk.

We had been existing on sandwiches, chips and soft drinks, with no thought of cooking and of course we could not leave the phone...

People talk about the "good old days" and carry on about a "simple life". Let me tell you that a couple of cell phones would have made a world of difference. Finally monday morning, just before 5:00 am, I was hungry for something hot to eat and took my car to a waffle house in a strip mall a couple of miles away and had a cheese omelet with bacon, hash browns and orange juice. They prepared the same meal to go, for me to take to jon.

As I turned the corner about a half block from mk and jon's house, I saw a van which had driven into the driveway and out into the lawn, close to the front door. I saw 2 large black men carrying an apparently naked mk between them and they stood her on the walk next to the front porch and one ran up on the porch and then they were in the van as it bumped it's way back to the street and sped away. I was headed the same direction, so it was not readily apparent that I was following them. I managed to write down the license number and the designation that this was unit # 3 immediately below the license plate, I also got a good look at both the driver and passenger. I had seen the driver before, he was from our home town, the passenger looked like the driver, enough to be brothers. I didn't know their names, but I knew the passenger did part-time construction and odd jobs.

The van had a name painted on the side lightner electric and a phone number.

I drove back to the house and as I pulled into the drive, I ran in the house, jon was lying on the floor, apparently passed out from shock. Mk's purse was still in his hand and photographs were scattered across the floor, mk was just standing there and turned to me as I walked in. In a pathetic little girl voice, she said, frank, please help me, jon passed out and I need to be fucked, would you please fuck me? Let me suck your cock and get you ready, but I need to be fucked, now. Words I had been praying to hear for years. I turned to look at her, I already knew she was naked, but my surprise and concern at jon's condition has caused me to bypass her to be sure he was alive.

I now looked closely at her, she had so many hickeys and bite marks on her that it looked like someone had mapped her body and said, each 3 inch square must have a minimum of one hickey and a bite mark. The minimum had been drastically exceeded on her 36 d breasts. She was standing in a puddle of cum that was dripping from her chin from her pussey and as I walked behind her, even oozing from her ass hole. Which was gaping open wide enough to accept a small banana or cucumber. Her hair was crusted with cum and her entire body was covered, as she tried to talk, the viscous fluid was continuing to leak from he mouth. I picked up a box of tissue and placed a wad in her hand and told her to spit it out. She looked at me and said, steve said I was supposed to kiss jon before I swallowed it all. I 'm not sure I can get it down my stomach is full, I must have sucked at least 50-60 men just since midnight.

This was before we knew about dna evidence, but in retrospect, she had so much cum on and in her, I doubt that it would have been of any use, I led her to the master bath and turned on the shower and she said, oops, excuse me and sat on the stool and I heard several loud wet farts. She stood and opened the shower door and stepped in, I looked in the stool, she had discharged, ok, shit a very large amount of cum. She kept talking, after I 'm clean, you'll fuck me, ok? I know you want to, you've wanted me for years, so, if jon can't get it up, you'll let me suck you and then we'll fuck, ok? I told her we would see, but to use the shampoo and wash her hair good. Not hearing anything from jon, I went back to the den where he was still lying on the floor. I gathered the photos and started looking, mk standing up, naked looking nervous. Mk, naked lying down, looking nervous. The same pose, but a set of black forearms and hands, slipping a needle into mk's arm. After that, they were photos of her with a cock in her mouth and again, but very obviously a different cock. Then a cock in her pussey and again the same with a different cock, then a cock I her ass and again a different cock in her ass, now several of her with a cock in her mouth and another in her pussey. Then several with a cock in her mouth and then her mouth and ass, then on to pussey and ass and finally mk was made airtight, with a cock in all 3 holes. Now, mk as an airtight, but masturbating 2 cocks, I think they call that an airplane. All of these had interspersed photos of lines of black men, naked and erect.

Mk had told me that she had sucked 50-60 men since midnight. For these pictures to have been taken, developed and printed, they were probably made friday night and I counted over about 65-70 men lined up. If that was right, how many men had sampled mk over the 60 hours she was missing?. Jon was breathing ok, so, I put the photos in my pocket and went to check on mk, taking her a cup from the fresh pot of coffee, jon had made while I was gone.

When I walked into the bathroom, there was a douche bag hanging from the shower door, so she had apparently cleaned up her pussey as well as her body and hair. She was standing there, toothbrush in hand, gargling mouthwash. She was still completely naked and she said it was about time I got back, she thought she was going to have to use her hand to fuck herself. I told her to drink her coffee and tell me what had happened.

She said, it was real simple, she was having a drink and got a little dizzy and this black man told her she needed fresh air and he helped her outside. Then there were several men who put her in a van and she remembered being naked and getting fucked, " ... A lot of different ways..." If I would go get jon, she would show us, but we really needed another man to do the way that was the absolute best.

I wanted to wait until jon was awake and mk was sober, or her system had cleared what ever drugs were in her before I made any kind of report, any decision to call the police, etc. Had to be made by mk and jon. Mk had walked away and I found her in the den, she had put a small pillow under jon's head and a small snuggler blanket over him as he laid on the carpet. I sat down on the couch and she sat next to me, snuggling and I lifted my left arm and let her tuck into my armpit. There was another snuggler blanket on the couch and I pulled it over to wrap her in it to cover her naked body which was distracting me badly!

We began to talk and she appeared to become more and more lucid and I thought she was getting sober she remembered the names of the two who dropped her off, george and steve and they were brothers. She was more awake than they thought, she told me that they had taken pictures of her being fucked by several of their customers. I asked what she meant and she laughed and told me they sold her. They intended to use the pictures to blackmail her to do it again in a couple of months, they apparently had done this several times and had a small stable of "pretty little white ladies" they took to the southwest city black neighborhood, a different lady each weekend, allowing them to pimp a woman about once every two months in rotation. After the first time, the women received $5.00 Per cock and based on that, they were certain she would take home at least $1,000.00 For friday night, saturday and saturday night and sunday. Her popularity with the men wanting to make her airtight and her ability to get them to climax in a short time, allowed her to service more black men than many of their ladies could handle ... The pimps charged $50 and they required that payment be in $50 or $100 bills.

The laugh was on george and steve this time, they had a notebook with notes on all their stable. Mk was sure that based on what she overheard, without their notes, and pictures, they would be out of business. After they explained all this, they said they knew she wasn't hearing them well, because of the drugs and they would be in touch in a week or so to explain it all to her and her husband. They put her "file" including the pictures and negatives along with the money she "earned" for them in a #10 envelope, with her name address and phone number on the front. It was lying on the floor between the seats and she was able to slip it into her large purse, along with a larger envelope from under the passenger seat. I retrieved her purse from the floor across the room. When I picked up the white #10 envelope,, there were more pictures as well as the money, a notation on the front of the envelope showed friday's date and the numbers

4 per hour x 50 hours =200 @$50 = $10,000.00. The money was all in $50.00 Or $100.00 Bills and the total was $10,000. She asked me to look in the larger envelope and there were another 8 envelopes in there, she said, I will trust you to take care of these. I put the large envelope with my bag which was still setting in the den, I had never unpacked. Mk was still tucked under my left arm and her hands wandering, stroking my cock through my pants. I put my hands over hers and told her she was still being bothered by the drugs and she said that was not true the drugs had worn off before midnight and she discovered she liked what she was doing, so she just kept going. And she wanted me to fuck her to see if any man would do or if it had to be a black man, and if I wouldn't do it, there was a guy 2 doors down who worked nights who had flat out told her that any morning she wanted a hard cock, he would be more than happy to do whatever she wanted. I asked about jon and she told me that she had gone to her wedding bed a virgin and that this weekend of being whored was the first time she ever had an orgasm. Her friends had told her about the joys of sex and she knew now that she as capable of having an orgasm while she was being made airtight, and she loved giving oral sex, even though it was forced, and thought she would probably like receiving it as well.

She finally told me, sex with jon was not that good. Jon would tweak her nipples a couple of times, which she really, really liked, rub her pussey a couple of times, roll on and stick it in, even though it was sometimes dry, push 6-8 times, and grunt, kiss her and tell her how great that was. Rhen he would roll over and be asleep. Based on what all her girl friends said, she needed to find out if there was something wrong with her, or jon. Knowing he had plans to play golf with his boss on the monday holiday, which he could not give up, she had talked him into calling me to come over, planning to seduce me, knowing that I had wanted her for years.

So, to prevent mk from taking a lover who would be right down the street, I decided that in order to save my friends marriage I was required to take mk to the guest room and fuck her. That did not work, we did not fuck, but we had over two hours of making intense love. Mk discovered that it did not take a black man for her to achieve an orgasm, she had several by the time I shot a tremendous load into her warm receptive body. Now I knew that I was supposed to be the one who met mk first back in the 7^th grade. We started by kissing and there was no violent french kissing, no deep throating of tongues. Just sweet and tender intertwining of tongues and mixing of our salvia. Because of her still being naked, my access to her charms was unlimited and recalling what she said about her nipples, I began to touch them, gently rubbing them with my palms, lifting her breasts with my hand and sliding my hand up and over the nipples which were uptilted just over the peaks of her succulent globes. As my hand glided over her stiff, hard nipples, the weight of the creamy orb would pull it back in place with a slight bounce. As her nipples became even harder, I started twisting them stretching the areolas into different shapes, finally grasping each nipple between my forefinger and thumb, I pulled them straight out and just slightly up until they stood out at least a 3/4's of an inch and the areolas were stretched, the combinations over an inch and a half long at least, looking like pointed indian tee-pees on top of twin mountains.

I then licked and sucked each of them until mk's breath rate increased dramatically. While I was alternating licking and sucking from right to left. And back again, I used my thumbs to rub the sides of each beautiful mammary swelling.

From there, I kissed and licked a line from between her breasts to the top of her mons, all the way to the top of her vulva. Leaving a trail of salvia along the way.

Jon had now been passed out for several hours. I knew that I had to do something soon, call the police, or wake jon up. We tried to wake jon, nothing seemed to reach him. He was breathing normally, if a bit shallow

mk did not want to be known as a black whore and so any story we told had to work around that. Mk got dressed in a warm-up suit with long pants to cover her hickys and bruises. Their block had several vacant houses and she had been dropped off just before at sunrise, normally a dead time of the morning. I dissolved 2 sleeping pills with a jigger of jack daniels, wiping the bottle and the pill bottle clean. After I had mk handle both of them, I put several layers of jon's prints on both, giving the impression that it had been a long time since she had touched them. We added a cup of coca-cola to the drink, again the only prints were jon's. I held him up and slowly worked the drink into him finally getting it all down him, followed by a large glass of milk.

Mk wrote a note telling jon that she was going to see her dad over the weekend and it was lying in a corner of the kitchen where it could have accidentally fallen. We placed his golf clubs in the hall, like they would have fallen from his hand when he passed out.

Mk grabbed a few items in a small overnight bag to have in the car as if she was just returning from her visit to our hometown. I put all the envelopes, photos and money in a brown grocery bag, folded over.

The story was that I has come in response to a call to come play golf with jon and his boss as a means

to have me meet his boss. When I finished my degree in a short time, I would have access to the ceo of the company when applying for a job. Jon laughed and said that with my masters degree, I would probably end up being his boss. This was all bullshit of course, but as long as he was unconscious, he could not contradict me. As I was standing on the porch, ringing the bell, mk would arrive in her car and open the door. We would find jon lying in the hall and call an ambulance. We slipped out to my car and I drove her to pick up her car. Along the way, I put the brown grocery bag with pictures, money and all the envelopes under the spare tire in my trunk, along with my suitcase.

My golf clubs were there too.

We timed our drive so that I would be parked on the street out front and on the porch when she arrived. As I was standing on the porch and she was not there, I started back to the car when I saw her car stopped, she talking to a couple down the street. As she started come t0 the house, they started walking to us. As she got out of her car, in the driveway, she feigned surprise at seeing me and asked where jon was. A quick introduction to the neighbors and she told me they told her jon had reported her missing. She said to me, "you know I told you last month he has been drinking a lot. We'll see if he left a note, since you are here to play golf.

She opened the door and screamed!

I went to jon and yelled he's breathing, call an ambulance. The neighbor ran to the phone and got an emergency operator on the phone. 8-10 Minutes later, a siren announced the arrival of a police car. An officer came to the door and we all tried to talk at once, mk crying loudly. The officer got us all quiet and the neighbor told the police, by now, 2 cars and 3 officers that jon had reported mk missing and as they started for an early morning walk, she drove up and they flagged her down and asked where she had been. She thought it strange that the asked her, until they told her that jon had filed a missing person report on her. She then drove on and they came to the house and I was waiting on jon to open the door, as mk opened the door, jon was lying there. One of the officers bent down and said, I can smell liquor on his breath. The ambulance arrived and the police said that mk could go to the hospital with jon, she gave me her keys and the 2 police officers went into the house with me. I went to the bedrooms and said there was no one else in the house. One of the officers found the note in a corner behind the kitchen table. The paper was later found to have jon's fingerprints on it. After promising to remain in town, one of the police cars with 2 officers led me to the hospital. I found mk in the intensive care waiting room. They had moved jon quickly from the emergency room to intensive care to keep a constant watch on his vital signs. Mk told me that jon had apparently hit his head as he fell and that he had a small depressed skull fracture and had a, she thought the term was sub-dural hematoma. They had pumped his stomach and the contents were in the lab being analyzed. After several hours, the doctors told mk that jon was going to be in coma for an unknown period of time and that she should go and rest. I took her home and as requested, called the police and told them she was home and what the doctors had said. I had just finished a semester and only had a couple of lecture seminar courses to finish to conclude my qualifications for my masters degree, so was free to spend some time with mk. Since I had been like a brother to jon and mk for so long, no one though it strange that I elected to stay with mk while jon's coma continued. I moved enough of my clothes to stay for a month, settling into the guest bedroom. We kept the blinds closed in all the bedroom windows and closed the drapes over them. There was absolutely no way a person could see into that part of the house. I slept in mk's bed every night.

A typical day was wake up, make love, eat, shower and I would make the 55 minute drive to school in our home town. After attending a lecture, I would spend an hour or two writing on my thesis. Checking on any thing that needed doing, we both had bank accounts and business dealings in town. There were two local banks in our hometown, because of federal insurance limitations, the almost $3 million had been split into a number of banks and the maximum of $200,000 was kept in each hometown bank. Those accounts were used for any money spent in town there. After 2 months, because of some minor problem that required mk to go there several times, she spoke to the presidents of both banks and told them that she loved her job teaching special eds children and between that and visiting jon in the hospital every day, she needed to simplify and because I was staying with her and commuting 4 days a week, she wanted to add me to the accounts at both banks there. They had her sign forms and next week, I was in the bank I used, a woman told me the president wanted to talk to me. I went to his office and jokingly asked if I had overdrawn my account again. He chuckled and said, I have some signature cards for you to sign. I asked if they had lost mine and he explained that mk was adding me to their accounts.

I was so surprised I just sat down, almost missing the chair. He told me later that I had the most surprised look on my face that he had ever seen on anyone. That I was so surprised eased his mind, he had wondered what I was doing, my surprise convinced him this was all her idea. He had to show me the forms mk had signed to add me to all the accounts, including the power of attorney jon had signed giving mk the authority to do anything she wanted and sign his name. It seems that the federal insurance laws applied to accounts, not persons. Jon had a savings account and a checking account as well as a christmas club account and a vacation club account and a special college fund account for future children. Each of these accounts was covered be the federal deposit insurance corporation for the maximum insurance amount.

Mk had the same and they then had all of those again as joint accounts. The interest earned on all the accounts was deposited first to any checking account that had been used, keeping them with a maximum balance at all times. Any excess interest over that was deposited to the various club accounts and the college fund.

There was a problem, all the accounts were full and they were going to have to transfer money to another bank somewhere. This is part of the reason mk had to come home 3 times in 2 weeks, to discuss this, among other things she needed to do in town.

She visited the lawyer she and jon had a relationship with, they had a lot of money, but not enough to keep him on a retainer for the small amount of work they needed done. He came with her to the bank. The bank president told me that she had transferred $5,000.00 Into a new checking account in my name and a deposit of $1,000.00 Into a savings account

and wanted all the same accounts for me that she and jon each had, including joint accounts with each of them. She even asked about accounts with all three names and the bankers were checking into the possibility

both banks had the problem and she had the lawyer with her to verify to them that the power of attorney he drafted for jon to sign was indeed the same as they had on file and they faced no chance of a legal problem. He also showed them at mk's request the same document signed by her giving jon complete control in the event she was incapacitated. So, the same accounts were set up at each bank and I was earning a lot of money each day, my accounts accepting the overflow interest from jon and mk's accounts.

Having signed all the cards, etc. At both banks, I was told that the lawyer would like to see me, right now if possible.

When I went to his office, he told me that mk had come to him for some legal work and she convinced him I knew nothing about what she planned, he then asked if I had a will, I told him that I had never owned anything except a small amount of personal property and very small amounts of cash and that in light of today's happenings, I probably needed one to return to jon and mk all money transferred today. He told me that he thought I might want to do that and asked if I had anything special in the way of personal property I wanted anyone to have. I told him that I should leave everything I had, such as it was to jon and mk. He said he had taken a chance and had it ready for me to sign. I told him that since my mother was dead for 16 years, the only person I had left was my father and he was very capable of taking care of himself, but not me or my affairs. Since most of " my affairs" would deal with jon and mk's money, I felt it would be a good idea for them to have a power of attorney for my property and any money in my accounts. He already had that prepared for my signature, when I was surprised, he laughed and said, hell, frank. Everybody in town knows you would walk through hell barefooted for mk. And would probably kill anyone who tried to hurt either one of them.

Then he turned serious and told me that while I kept talking about jon and mk, all the papers I was signing were to and for mk only. While she really did not want me to know, the last prognosis was that jon would never regain consciousness again and that he was deteriorating rapidly...

He also told me that mk's parents were well off and her new will set up a special account to assure that all their needs were met if something unusual came along. After they died, that account would rejoin the rest of her estate, of which I was the sole beneficiary. Jon had no family except for mk, and her only living relatives were her parents.