What happens next?

Monica immediately goes to her favorite forum, it's full of real smart types like this Robert dude. "They can help me", she blurts at the login screen. Into Relationships and Marriage she goes, but her cursor pauses over the "New Topics" button. She sees guz is online.

Guz would make fun of her. She had to think fast. She considered creating a new account but no, they'd see right through that. "A game!".

A game made perfect sense. These bastards like games! Let's make it a story, I will use their plots as advice on what to do! But.... some of the real smart types might see through this... Robert for sure....

"Better add a disclaimer" she announced to herself. "That'll throw him off."

NO IT WON'T!

If it had been me I wouldn't be anywhere near this computer. Mo and I would be somewhere sunny, warm and lovely with cash in our pockets and nothing but fun on the agenda.

Plus, Mr. B is not NEARLY that stupid.

Oh, this Robert dude thinks he is smart, and he most likely is, but he forgot certain things that left him open. Since Monica is a nice person, she won't reveal what that is. She will just let Robert wonder where he went wrong. As far as Howard, I hope he gets what he deserves.

Howard, of course, has no clue that this phone phenomenon happened.

He needs to get home now, since Monica will have dinner waiting.

But, Gwendolyn is proving difficult to extricate himself from.

First of all, his right foot is caught in the gearbox.

And his left hand is caught in one of her piercing thingies.

And she is sneezing uncontrollably.

This Robert dude is smart -- he knew this is my favorite forum.

But he didn't know that Gus has promised to never ever make fun on one of my threads ever again. I don't remember why he promised that but he did and he hasn't.

That was my first question when the story was presented to me, osso - did Howard know that he had called home? Did he go home expecting everything to be normal? Or had he somehow already figured it out?

Re: What happens next?


It is late, but not too late! Monica reaches for the yellow pages and seeks
out several places of businesses that advertise evening services.
She's dialing several numbers and on her third try she succeeds.
The nice man on the phone promised to be there within the
next ten minutes to do the task she asked for, and he's
reasonably priced too. Monica is smiling!

Then she enters the kitchen, takes out a flashlight from the drawer and
proceeds to the basement. She doesn't have to search long for the old,
beaten up suitcase her husband was so fond of. In his college days, he
traveled around the world with this suitcase and he just couldn't part with
it for all these years. It would be like throwing out all memories of his
younger, carefree days, and even to this day, that sorry excuse for a
suitcase is one of his most priced possessions.

Monica takes the suitcase to the kitchen to dust it off a bit, then slowly
walks up the stairs to her bedroom. There, she grabed the phone and
dialed her mother's number and while she waited for an answer, Monica
thought how grateful she is to have the kids stay with her mother for
another week. They love spending their school vacations with their
grandmother. No one answers the phone and Monica leaves the phone
and opened the suitcase. Just as she was throwing some of her husbands
shirts into the suitcase, she hears the doorbell ringing. Monica quickly
looks out the window and sees a truck parked there. On the side of
the truck she reads "24/7 Locksmith"...........

<clapclapclapclapclap>

The old suitcase was brilliant!

Howard breathes deeply several times and then calmly extracts his foot.

He disengages his left hand while trying to figure out what to offer Gwenny to stop her nose running.

If only he still wore undershirts.

osso, I thought you were headed towards some kind of post-modern real time story but that guy has been looking for some sort of a tissue for a long time!

Monica opened the door to greet the locksmith. She explained that her
daughter had lost her keys and to be on the safe side, it was decided to
change all locks. The locksmith agreed with such safety measure
and started working on the entrance lock.

Monica went back upstairs and finished packing Howard's suitcase. Just
as she was ready to close the suitcase, she heard the locksmith calling her
down, he was finished with the job. Monica paid him, thanked him
with a generous tip and slowly closed the door. Before heading up the
stairs to get Howard's suitcase, she walked into her study, sat down
at her desk, took a piece of paper and started writing a note to Howard.

She kept her note brief and to the point. Monica clearly didn't give
Howard much room to deny his affairs, she doesn't even sign the note -
only a short PS is included: "I am leaving for a few days and set the alarm,
changed the security code and password, so don't even attempt to enter the house!"

Monica took the note with her upstairs and fastened it to the suitcase
securely. She then carried the suitcase downstairs and out of the house
where she leaned it against the stairs coming up to the front door.
She turned on the porch light, went back into the house, locked all doors,
secured all windows. With a bottle of Howard's most expensive redwine,
Monica went upstairs to her bedroom, shut the door, put on her headset,
turned on the music and opened the bottle.

Oh! I wasn't around much yesterday so I just now caught up with CJane's Monica!

What happens next now? (I hope Monica is just trying to tune things out and she's not planning on anything stupid.... <wrings hands>.)

Of course not! Monica is plotting a revenge.

What kind of revenge?

I know, she would buy him a puppy that licked him all over
I would call that sweet revenge

The red wine was heavy and Monica had fallen into a deep sleep.
She did not hear Howard driving up to the house, she did not hear the doorbell ringing, and she did not hear the car door slamming, or the squeaking of the tires when Howard sped away.

The sun was shining through the windows when Monica opened her eyes
again. One glance at the watch told her it was already 15 minutes past
10:00 am. It was all quiet in the house, and as she lie there in bed,
she thought about last night. What are the odds that he'd push the redial
of his cell phone during love making, and what are the odds that the
last caller was her? Fate can be quite humorous, and Monica almost had
to laugh at the thought of how she found out that her husband is cheating.

What should she do now? File for divorce, or try to reconcile with Howard?
Does he even want to reconcile? Does she want to take him back? No
answers yet, and so little time to plan ahead.

Suddenly, Monica rushed up and into the shower.

You're really good calam !

Thanks, George. I believe that I would handle a spousal affair like this -
rational and calm. Then again, in reality, I probably would tear his clothes to shreds and toss a heavy frying pan at him, upon coming home. Who knows what one does in such situations.

It's nice to play it out though....

Usually just shoot him

I am glad you find it nice.