BLACK ANGUS CLUB
Shooter3704
Published by Fiction4All at Smashwords
Copyright 2011 Shooter3704
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Black Angus Club
My name is Russell Grover. Most people call me Russ. My wife of sixteen years is Sharon Grover. Sharon and I got married two weeks after we graduated from high school.
For the first few years it was a hand-to-mouth existence. It was tough going but we were young, in love, and relatively dumb so we didn’t know it was tough. We didn’t have money for things like going to the movies or going clubbing or things of that nature. We did have each other and we had sex.
Right from the third date, we had sex. Sharon and I fucked everywhere and anytime we had a chance. Sharon loved sex as much or maybe even more than I did and that is saying a lot. We tried everything a man and a woman could possibility do and liked most of it. Sixteen years later, nothing has changed in that regard.
In the sixteen years, Sharon got even prettier and much sexier. She always had a great figure and the years just added to it. There is no way Sharon could ever be considered petite. She is five feet eight inches tall with a fantastic rack, and curves everywhere. My Sharon is one super-hot lady.
As I said, things were hard for a few years. Sharon worked to pay the way for me to go to technical school where I pursued my passion. Computers and computer science, which I had a talent for. After I consumed all the technical school had to offer I went to work for a large company.
I managed to hang in there with that company until Sharon finished nursing school and got her degree then we switched roles again. While she worked to support us I left the giant company where I was just a simple employee and opened my own computer driven company. I designed software for various applications. I was lucky enough to land first in the on-line gaming world. I sold a lot of software to several companies. I was working on a realistic war game that promised to be a biggie.
It came as sort of a surprise to discover how well I was doing. Early on in our marriage we discovered I had little or no talent for handling our money. After that discovery, I let Sharon handle all our finances. She gave me an allowance and demanded I spend no more than she gave me to spend. That was fine with me and I was so preoccupied with my work I didn’t notice that my allowance got bigger over time.
One evening I yielded to her insistence that I sit down with her and go over the finances. It was an eye-opener. I had no idea we were doing that well.
“I spoke with Mike Blevins, our accountant this afternoon and…” Sharon said.
“We have an accountant?” I interrupted her.
“Yes we do,” she said and continued. “Mike said we need to invest some of this money to shelter if from tax liability.” She went on talking about tax things and saying numbers until it all became just noise in my head. I sat, pretended to listen, nodded when she seemed to want an acknowledgement, and tried not to yawn.
“Well, what do you think, Russ?” she said. I almost missed the end of her comments and her question.
“I think you are right,” I said guessing at what the answer should be.
“Right about what?” she asked peering at me closely. She suspected I hadn’t been paying attention. I was about five seconds from being in big trouble. I took a chance and guessed.
“About the investment,” I said hoping I was somewhere close to the subject. “I think you are right about the investment.”
“Which investment?” She asked still giving me close scrutiny. I guessed again.
“All of them,” I stabbed.
“Oh, Russ we haven’t got anywhere enough money to invest in all of them,” she said crossly.
“I mean all of them that you feel is worthwhile,” I grabbed at the straw. “I’ll leave it up to you to decide.”
“Okay,” she said nodding and smiling. Hot damn! I escaped with my life. “That’s all I wanted to know. I’ll tell Mike to go ahead with it.” She reached over and ran her hand through my hair. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I told her it wasn’t bad at all but little did I know we were about to get into something deep and damned scary. Not right away but soon.
I love working for myself. Aside from having a wonderful boss and no other employees to distract me, I could work the hours I wanted to work. I had a small office in a strip mall a few miles away from our home. It wasn’t anything to write home about but it was nice enough for what I wanted. It was a place where I could work without interruptions. It was small but large enough for my workstation, a sofa for when I wanted to stretch out, a couple chairs and a safe.