Deep Cover 3.8/5 (14)

“Dad! I’m going home whether you go with me or not!”

“First of all, you are to call me ‘Mom’ at all times. Second, you ARE home. Three, HELL NO.”

“I’m sixteen now. I can ride unaccompanied on the airplane. I have saved up enough money for a ticket. I am not asking for permission. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go, too.”

Sophie was struck dumb. Her daughter was adamant. After a moment of reflection and a deep sigh, she thought, “Maybe she’s right. Maybe it is time to go home.”

“Carmen, let me think about it a while. You may be right.”

“Really, Dad, I mean Mom? Thanks.” Carmen ran back to her video games.

Sophie had gotten so used to her life in hiding, she had not thought about what might be left in America lately. After all, it had been 10 years.

Sophie was originally Duncan Phillips. He had met his wife, Chrissie, while he was in college studying architecture. Everything was looking good for his future when the company where he was an intern offered him a position upon graduation. Duncan did something unusual in celebration. He had fun.

Instead of burying his head in a book or practicing designs on his computer, he went to a party. His roommate was a member of one of the fraternities on campus famous for having plenty of willing girls at their parties.

The girls varied mostly on the amount of alcohol it took before the panties came off. Chrissie was one of the last that night to lower her defenses and three men took advantage. Duncan was one. Two months after graduation, Duncan was informed that he was one of the three who might become a father. Several months later, Duncan won the sperm lottery.

He and Chrissie, with strong ‘encouragement’ from both sets of parents, chose marriage over abortion or adoption. Neither soon-to-be parents were thrilled at their prospects for a long or happy marriage, but both were willing to try for the sake of the child. Their little girl, Carmen, was precious. She was easy to love and made it easier for Chrissie and Duncan to try to love each other.

Resentment and resignation. That was how Duncan viewed the start of their marriage. Both he and Chrissie felt resentment about having been pushed into a marriage and parenthood sooner than they wanted. Both felt a sense of resignation at their fate. Their parents had hoped that love would evolve as their kids took on parenthood together.

As far Duncan was concerned, it was working. Chrissie was a good mom. Discussions over the child care widened into discussions of all marital issues. She seemed reasonable in her desires and willingness to hold up her end of the bargain. He thought their sex together had turned into lovemaking. Duncan was pleased.

Chrissie enjoyed being both mother and wife for a couple of years and Duncan had become a husband, friend and lover as well as a good father. Slowly, however, the good relationship she had with Duncan soured. Although he professed being happy with the arrangement as father and husband, she had trouble believing it.

He had been forced into marriage. He must only be sticking around for the child’s sake. He says he likes the sex, but she bet he was getting some strange on the side. His asking for a divorce was only a matter of time. Her caldron full of assumptions about Duncan was allowed to brew for a couple of years.

When Carmen entered Kindergarten, Chrissie declared she was going to full-time employment so she could get out of the house and be around ‘big’ people all day. No more purple dinosaurs for her. Chrissie was a paralegal in a local law firm that served a collection of lawyers, mostly male lawyers. About the same time that Chrissie became convinced that Duncan was cheating on her, a new lawyer, John, had upped his flirting. She decided she needed to get the evidence on Duncan.

The law firm used one particular private investigation firm known as one of the best. It even had overseas capabilities. Chrissie used some of her new additional earnings to have Duncan followed. After a month or so, the lead PI gave her a report. “Your husband seems well liked.

There seems little chance there is anything amiss going on at his office. His consulting trips are often last minute and mostly work. He has had no suspicious contact with women. Outside the country, we don’t know. It will cost more if you want us to check those also.”

Chrissie was not pleased. Her desire to prove him a cheater to get the better of him in a divorce and her increasing desire to get together with John allowed her to ignore objectivity. “This does not prove he’s not a cheater. It only proves he is a very smart cheater.”

With a ‘goose and gander’ rationalization in hand, Chrissie arranged to meet John for a quickie. While sexually thrilling, it only whetted her appetite for more. She and John started to create more time for their affair to grow. At first, she was discreet, or so she thought. Duncan was suspicious at the first change in schedule and reduction of sex at home.

Although he thought the marriage had been going well, he and Chrissie had never really talked about the ‘forsaking all others’ part of their wedding vow. He had kept his end of the vow and had assumed Chrissie had also, until recently. Even when he became suspicious, Duncan didn’t say anything for several reasons: 1) Chrissie had been forced into marriage and that was unfair.

Even though he had fallen in love with her, obviously she did not feel the same. He could not fault her for that. 2) He was not sure what a divorce would mean, financially or custody-wise. 3) He was scared that Chrissie might be able to take Carmen away from him.

After a couple of months, Chrissie got tired of trying to cover up her affair. One night she came downstairs, dressed for a night on the town and announced her intention to go on a date. “Duncan, you might as well get used to it. You can’t do anything that won’t hurt you and Carmen.

If you divorce me, I get the house, custody, child support and alimony. Shit, you’d essentially be paying me to fuck whoever I want. You probably know that you’re essentially doing that now. I guess it doesn’t really bother you since you have your own lover or lovers.

“We might as well keep things as they are because that lets you be with Carmen and prevents you from spending money on your own apartment. Hell, I might even let you have sex occasionally. And don’t think about running away. My firm has the best private investigator firm in town. Believe me, I’ll track you down and cut your balls off. By the way, don’t wait up for me.”

Duncan knew she was right about what she could do to him (well, maybe not the castration part) and Carmen in a divorce – if he played by the rules. He had already started doing research and planning. It was around Carmen’s sixth birthday that Duncan decided he was ready. There was no significance to the date. He had done nothing to draw attention to his plans. As far as Chrissie knew, it was just another day.

She came home to a dark house that evening. Nothing happened when she flicked the switches. Duncan’s car was in the driveway, so she assumed he was home. “Duncan, did you forget to pay the light bill?” Chrissie had the light on her cell phone to make her way around the house. “Where the hell are you?” She could not find Carmen or Duncan.

It was not until she went to the upstairs bedrooms that she began to understand what was going on. Duncan’s toiletries and a quite a few of his clothes were gone. A check of Carmen’s room showed a similar lack of clothes. “That son-of-a-bitch. He thinks he can run away. I’ll show him.”

The next few days search provided Chrissie the evidence of the extent of Duncan’s escape plan. He had raided all their joint funds the day he left. All utilities and the mortgage had been left to expire when the next bill was due. The only income she had was her paralegal pay. She needed to find Duncan, fast.

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