It was mid-afternoon on the same road I had driven down so many times before. I had called the office the day before and was told that David Parsons was at the Cabin. This was something he did on occasion to think whenever he wanted to be alone. The fact that he didn't even invite me to go up with him like we had done many weekends before was disappointing. To be perfectly honest, I was infuriated when I first found out he went up there without me. I may not be the wife, but that didn't mean he had to treat me with such disrespect either. I was a person who had feelings, and we hadn't seen one another for weeks and that was also upsetting me. Now he's gone to the cabin without me, and if left me thinking. Are we finished? Did he find someone new to fill the position of mistress? Was I being replaced like an old, unwanted toy? I gripped the steering wheel with anger, pretending it was David's neck, squeezing the life out of that bastard. How dare he do this to me! I wanted answers, and I was going to get them. That was as long as I got up to that blasted cabin before nightfall.

There was a moment when I thought I was lost, but I stopped at a local for directions. There was a very nice waitress that managed to point me in the right direction and I made decent time getting to the cabin. There were a few cars parked there, to the point where I had to part on the lawn. I wasn't used to seeing so many cars parked there, because usually it was just David and myself. As I walked up to the house, I noticed the Ferrari and couldn't help but think someone was clearly showing off and making up for something. Only someone who was all ego and had nothing to back it up would want a car that f.u.c.k.i.n.g expensive and then drive it all the way out to the cabin with no regard for damage. Sounded like David, or at least the David I knew.

I was tempted to knock on the door, but preferred to surprise David in case he was doing something, or someone, he wasn't supposed to be. I unlocked the door and let myself in, and what was waiting inside was surprising. There was no one, which was odd considering the amount of cars that was outside. I didn't say anything and put my suitcase beside the stairs before wandering into the living room. It just seems so eerily quiet and while I was tempted to go upstairs and check the bedrooms, I was startled to hear a voice coming from the kitchen.

Out of nowhere a man came out of the kitchen and wasn't looking at me as he appeared to be too busy talking to his cell phone which was in his hand. It led me to believe whoever he was talking to was on speaker. The man was only a little older than I was, and was wearing a robe that was open and flapping about. Thankfully for me, the man was wearing boxers and a wife beater underneath it, so nothing gross was there for me to be exposed to.

"I suppose congrats are in order," the man said, as he appeared to be rather happy about something. "Great work, Eddie."

"Thank you," the cell phone replied.

It was at this moment, when the man on the phone turned and looked right at me. Up until that moment, I was invisible to him but now stuck out like a sore thumb. He looked rather confused to see me, and continued to speak after pausing for a few seconds.

"Eddie," he said to the phone, "I'm going to have to let you go. Thanks again for the great work."

He disconnected the line and never took his eyes off me as he did so.

"Who the hell are you?" He finally asked, "Can I help you?"

I really didn't know what to say, because up until this point the only person I had ever seen in this cabin ever was David. I wasn't used to someone else being there, and despite the few cars that were out there, it had never occurred to me that someone else might be here besides the man I expected. After the initial shock wore off, I was finally able to respond to the man's questions.

"Who the hell are you?" I demanded, as if I owned the place. "And what the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm a guest," the man quickly replied, "The owner invited me up here for the weekend."

Based on what I knew about David, this wasn't the kind of man that he would associate with. I didn't believe that David would invite him up here, so I replied to his obvious lie by pulling out my taser and pointed it at the intruder.

"I don't believe you!" I called out, scared out of my mind.

"I suppose not," the man said, holding his hands up. "Lady, who are you and what are you doing here?"

"What?" I called back, confused by his questions.

"I know who owns this place," the man replied, "And it's not you. So what business do you have being here?"

"That's none of your business!" I cried out, since it was clearly a s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e topic. David and I had agreed to keep our relations secret, so to speak of my true reasons for being there was a big no no.

"You're probably right," That man said, appearing to turn on a little charm." It's probably none of my bee's wax. I can dig that. How about you put that down and I'll explain myself and assure you I'm not a thief or robber..."

Just the mere mention of robbery seemed to scare me, and the man took a step closer and it seems that I responded by panicking just a tad. I pulled the trigger on the taser and the two wires popped out and seconds after then hit the man' wife beater, he was hit with more than enough volts to put down a Rhino. I watched in stunned silence as the man passed out and fell to the floor with a rather big thud. I walked over to where the man was and looked down at him, and he was totally out like a light. I decided rather than take any chances I would walk into the kitchen to grab the phone and call the police.

When I strolled into the kitchen there was a latter on the island, so I picked it up and read it. I stopped to read the letter because I recognized David's handwriting on it. The letter was addressed to someone named Josh, and it said that everyone would be gone for the night and that he was to relax, keep working and they'd all be back tomorrow. My heart suddenly sunk as I read this. Not only was the man telling the truth, but it also meant David wasn't spending the weekend here alone. I had no idea what to do, but calling the police was no longer an option. I walked back into the living room and removed the two taser spikes from the man's c.h.e.s.t. I put the taser away and started to pace the room, wondering what I was going to do next, but fate made that decision for me. The man on the floor had begun to wake up.

"Son of a bitch," the man said, groaning as he sat up, "That f.u.c.k.i.n.g hurt!"

"I need you to answer one question," I called out to him.

"Fine," the man said, "Just don't do that again."

"What is your name?" I asked him.

"I'm Josh," the man replied, "And you are?"

"Very sorry," I answered, trying to be vague. "I saw the letter David wrote in the kitchen, I'm not used to seeing other people up here."

"Alright," Josh said, as he started to pick himself off the floor. "We've established that I am not a criminal, and that we are both acquainted with David Parsons. That's a start."

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. "How do you know David?"

"I don't know him too well," Josh honestly replied, "My wife works for him. We were invited here to spend the weekend for some sort of business retreat."

"A business retreat?" I repeated, "Seriously?"

"It wasn't my idea," Josh added, "Angie insisted I come along so that she could use this weekend to a.s.s kiss her way up the corporate ladder. I think she's trying too hard personally, and that she need to let her work do the talking."

"That's a good policy," I agreed, "David doesn't like a.s.s kissers either. He finds any attempt to suck up rather revolting."

"You seem to know David rather well," Josh said, "How well do you know him?"

"Once again, that's none of your bee's wax." I reminded him.

"Well, you did say you were not used to seeing other people here." Josh recalled, "And if you two are spending time up here all by your lonesome, then it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that mystery out. I'm a guy, I can read between the lines. And yes, this is all none of my bee's wax."

"If you know that," I continued, "Then why are you making this awkward?"

"Because there's something you really need to know," Josh said as he walked closer. "David isn't our only host. Mrs. Parsons is here for the weekend as well."