DIVORCE.
“Dave! Hi, man. Haven’t seen you for a few years. How are things with you and Janet?”
“Not so good Chris. We got divorced in June. I’m dating a girl called Liza now. I don’t think you’ve met her yet.”
“Shit. You’re joking. “
“No. It’s true. Janet’s history.”
“Wow. I’d never have believed it. Let me get a beer in, and you can tell me all about it. Would you like one?”
“Sure. I’ll have a pint of bitter.”
*****
“You were a while. Is there a big queue at the bar?”
“Not really, but the landlord’s checking all ID Cards out. He’s training the barmaids in how to use the new card reading machine. It slows everything down. “
“Tell me about it.”
“How about you tell me about you and Janet instead. I’m dying to hear this. I’d never have believed it. You two seemed perfect for one another”
“That’s what I thought too, but then I met Liza. She worked at Pollards with me for a while, as a temp. She’s hot, as you’ll see when she arrives shortly. I got a bit drunk, and a bit stupid. I had a one-night stand with her that lasted nearly a year. Then Janet found out about it.”
“How did she suss you?”
The usual way at first. I was having too many business conferences and nights working late at the office for her liking. She got suspicious. She confronted me with it, but I half convinced her I was innocent. Unfortunately the other half of her hired a private detective to check up on me. “
“A Private Detective?”
“Sort of, yes. She bribed an ID Card inspector to do a random spot check on my ID Card. I thought it was just the usual routine. He used this computer later to get a print out of all my movements over the time Janet had been worried about. He cross referenced the information with the data on the cards of every girl I ever worked with. He did a supposedly random check on Liza and noticed how we both happened to check into the same hotel in Brighton at the same time as one another on half a dozen occasions. The information went straight to Janet’s lawyers. She filed for divorce and here I am, talking to you and waiting for Liza. “
“Fucking hell. Do me a favour. Don’t tell my Julie about this.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want her to start getting someone to read my card. I’ve been a bad boy too.”
“Shit. Sounds like you need another drink. I’ll get this one.”
“Cheers. I’ll have a brandy.”
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