“Alright, I’ll tell you everything,” said Joe. “I’ll explain why I met you tonight and expect to leave with your wife, for good. I just need to know one thing.”
“What?” said Mr. Huerto.
“You won’t lay a hand on Marie. You won’t hurt her.”
Mr. Huerto laughed. “Joe, I’m not the type to hit a woman.”
“I know,” Joe gulped. “But after you hear my story, I’m afraid that all could change.”
Something loud fell and crashed in the other room. Marie sobbed louder.
“I don’t hit women,” said Mr. Huerto. “Now on with the story.”
Joe nodded. He had a breath, then began.
“When Marie and I were sixteen, we were already on our third year of dating, and felt normal teenage rebellion was getting boring. We needed thrill, excitement. We needed to do something new, something kids our age wouldn’t even dare. We needed more adrenaline-”
“Why?'” said Mr. Huerto.
Joe smirked as he returned his glance to Mr. Huerto. “We liked to fuck on it.”
Mr. Huerto shook his head and stuffed a cracker into his mouth. “Just… just go on!”
“Alright.” Joe nodded. “So me and Marie, we used to devise ways to get ourselves as close to danger as possible, without ever getting caught. It started out with stupid things, like breaking into random cars for a quickie. As time wore on, we got all the more adventurous. Started getting stupid with it. Broke into houses, backyards. Soon breaking in alone wasn’t enough.”
Mr. Huerto swung his glass of water to his lips then choked slightly on his drink. He tried to muffle his cough, and when he spoke again it was with a broken voice.
“You alright, sir?” said Joe.
“I didn’t exactly plan on hearing all about my wife’s sexcapades with some stranger tonight.”
Joe laughed. “That’s alright, it gets better.”
Mr. Huerto darted his glance back to Joe. Joe went on.
“So the whole breaking in thing, we got tired of it. It seemed juvenile, you know? So we decided to do something different. We decided to start getting strangers involved.”‘
Mr. Huerto raised an eyebrow.
Joe laughed. “Not like you think. It was a game. A sick, weird little game-”
“What was the game?”
Joe buttoned his lips initially. “Marie would go on dates with other guys. I would wait for her-”
“WHERE?” Screamed Mr. Huerto, standing up.
Joe shook his hands and backed away. “In the bathroom!”
“And then we would fuck, while her date was waiting for her!” Joe scurried away.
Mr. Huerto charged on. “You mean to tell me the first date I shared with my wife, the night you were caught raping her in the ladies bathroom, the reason you were locked up for the last ten years… WAS BECAUSE MY WIFE IS A SEX-FREAK!”
Joe backed into wall. “Not a freak, Mr. Huerto. Exhibitionist is-”
“YOU WENT TO PRISON FOR TEN YEARS! HOW COULD THIS NOT COME OUT IN COURT?”
Joe fell into a corner. He looked down at the carpeting. “You can thank Marie for that one.”
“Why?” said Mr. Huerto.
Joe gulped. “She said if I could wait ten years, she knew a guy that would give us sixteen million dollars.”
“What? Who! I’ve got thirty-two million but I swear on my life I’m not about to give any… wait.”
Just then, Marie sprinted through the room and towards the front door.
“MARIE!” Shouted Mr. Huerto.
PART 3, COMING SOON!
Thomas M. Watt
Holy Crap! This is getting good, plus steamy as hell… Now I don’t have to read “50 Shades of Grey’s Anatomy,” or whatever it’s called (not that I was going to. Suburban porn!). Yours is GOOD stuff. Amy