Summer In The Hamptons

It's not hard to see why I was killed, I was a horrible human being. But damn I had fun! Women threw themselves at me, and I caught way more than my fair share of them. At any given time, I had a wife, a girlfriend, and two or three side chicks. It was the side chicks, that led me to get a vasectomy. See a hot bachelor like me in Hamptons is like the first hummingbird of the year of summer to them. A beautiful, rare thing that means something life changing.

From Memorial Day until Labor Day, I stayed with my wealthy pals in the most extravagant city on Earth. The Hamptons is to rich people what South Beach or Miami is to the poor people. Gorgeous bodies lying about on the beach, sex can and does happen on every surface around. I've had more than one lady friend on the beach, on the deck of my beach house, and anywhere else we feel like. The best part was that my wife, Carly had no idea what was going on here.

Back to the vasectomy, one woman tried to bilk me for more money than I would pay in a divorce settlement, because she said she was pregnant. It takes more than that to get one over on me though, and when I called Carly out on faking her pregnancy, she sighed and admitted she lied. Yes, my wife tried to trick me and that was the last time she did that. She would have had more of a chance if we'd been together physically. She must have thought I was a moron.

Then one day I met HER. The woman I was meant to spend the rest of my life with. Her name ironically was Summer, and she was a breath of fresh air. Her honey hued hair, framed her perfect circle of a face. Her almond shaped eyes looked like they had captured two oceans. She was playing a volleyball game. The way her bikini top kept threatening to fall off, enticed me to join the game. If there was a chance to see those tatas without having to buy her a glass of wine first, I was going to take it. This would of course, begin the countdown to my death.

After the game was over, I cozied up to my sweet angel of the inevitable nipple slip. "Hey, you played a great game."

"Listen, I'm sure you're a great guy but I'm not interested in you. Every summer, I see you take advantage of every woman who is dumb enough to agree to go out with you." She smiled at me. She was so sincere, I almost felt bad for reaching out to touch her boob. "Why would you do that? No man has ever touched me, please just leave me alone."

"I'm Jason Baxter, and you are?"

"Not interested." She kept trying to convince me that she wasn't into me but I knew the truth. I felt it when I touched her breast. Eventually she relented. "I'm Summer. Buy me a drink and let's talk."

"We can have a drink at my place. I'll be a perfect gentleman." Well I was the perfect man. Does that count? As we walked back to my house, Summer kept a short distance from me. Her eyes were focused on her flip flops. I took my eyes off her for a mere second and thought I saw Carly.

When we got to my house, she sat on the deck and waited while I made our drinks. Even though I wanted to nail her, another part of me wanted to touch her: My heart. It was a sick feeling but I knew that I would give up everything to be with her. I took the drinks outside and she smiled at me, she cooed "I'm hungry for a hot dog."

Without thinking I began to take off my pants. She looked at me as if I was crazy. I pulled them back up and grabbed some food from the fridge. I grilled burgers and hot dogs, and we talked about everything.

After we finished dinner, she came over to me and took her top off. Another notch on the deck for me. Yet this felt different. It felt like Summer was my missing puzzle piece. She snuggled closer to my chest, "I should go back to my friends. Their probably worried about me."

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"Sure. We can play volleyball again, and then join the game." She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

After she left, I picked up my boxers and pants, then headed inside. I was startled to find Carly waiting for me in the kitchen. "Well, well, well. It was a shock to see my beloved husband, canoodling with some blonde bimbo. I figured you were sticking it to someone else but I thought she would have a brain in her head. I mean the audacity of dating someone with an IQ lower than her age."

"Get out of here. How did you find me anyways?"

"A private detective followed you here and has been gathering evidence for when I file for divorce."

"You won't get anything. So please divorce me, so I can spend the rest of my life with Summer."

The next sequence of events happened in slow motion. I grabbed Carly by the arm and dragged her outside. Our fight continued, escalating with her slapping me across the face. It was knowing that she knew that I was getting mine from women much prettier and wealthier than her.

We went down the stairs of my porch, and were inches from my pool. A loud pop and sudden pain ripped through me. Both women watched me do a belly flop into the pool.

Summer pulled the trigger, and walked over to Carly. Handed her the gun, they left. Too bad she didn't know that nothing was in my name.