18-04-2019, 12:10 PM
ZERO TOLERANCE
[PART4]
A few weeks later we were at a Dyson company party. I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Steve Lydon talking to Stacy. Not just talking but standing very close to her and he had his hand on her arm as they talked.
I got pissed at Steve when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Stacy but I didn't like the idea that Steve would hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.
By the time I got back across the room to where they were standing Steve had seen me coming and had moved a little farther away from Stacy and was no longer touching her. I didn't say anything although I wanted to tell Steve to stay away from my wife but I didn't want to make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking.
I decided that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Stacy about Steve. I had never told her about Steve or his philosophy on dating married women. I wanted her to know about him, figuring if she knew what he was like she would avoid him. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Stacy. I didn't know how to start the conversation and I had become sullen and quiet. It didn't take Stacy long to notice something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Mark?" Stacy asked. "You haven't said a word since we got home."
"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."
Stacy suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Mark?"
"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Steve Lydon."
The expression on Stacy's face changed. Stacy had many facial expressions to express her moods or what she was thinking and I could always tell from her expression if she was happy, sad, nervous, angry, or whatever but every once in a while an expression came over her face that I could not read. That was the expression on her face that night.
"What about Steve?" Stacy asked.
"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."
Stacy laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at work. The girls at work think he is just a big joke. Steve is a flirt but I don't think anyone takes him seriously, least of all me."
"Stacy. This is not funny to me," I said. "Steve preys on married women."
"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Steve," Stacy said with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."
"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Steve anymore, is that it?" Stacy asked.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
[PART4]
A few weeks later we were at a Dyson company party. I had gone to the men's room and when I returned I found Steve Lydon talking to Stacy. Not just talking but standing very close to her and he had his hand on her arm as they talked.
I got pissed at Steve when I saw that. I knew that I could trust Stacy but I didn't like the idea that Steve would hit on my wife. It showed a lack of respect for me.
By the time I got back across the room to where they were standing Steve had seen me coming and had moved a little farther away from Stacy and was no longer touching her. I didn't say anything although I wanted to tell Steve to stay away from my wife but I didn't want to make a scene. After all, nothing had really happened. They were just talking.
I decided that night when we got home I was going to have a talk with Stacy about Steve. I had never told her about Steve or his philosophy on dating married women. I wanted her to know about him, figuring if she knew what he was like she would avoid him. The problem was that I could not think of any way to bring that up in conversation without making it sound like I didn't trust Stacy. I didn't know how to start the conversation and I had become sullen and quiet. It didn't take Stacy long to notice something was wrong.
"What's the matter, Mark?" Stacy asked. "You haven't said a word since we got home."
"Something is bothering me but I am afraid that it will come out wrong and I don't want to upset you."
Stacy suddenly looked tense. "What's wrong, Mark?"
"I guess I'll just say what's on my mind and we can discuss it until I can clear up any misconceptions. It's about Steve Lydon."
The expression on Stacy's face changed. Stacy had many facial expressions to express her moods or what she was thinking and I could always tell from her expression if she was happy, sad, nervous, angry, or whatever but every once in a while an expression came over her face that I could not read. That was the expression on her face that night.
"What about Steve?" Stacy asked.
"I don't know if you know this about him but he has a reputation as a ladies' man."
Stacy laughed. "I know. I've heard all the stories about him at work. The girls at work think he is just a big joke. Steve is a flirt but I don't think anyone takes him seriously, least of all me."
"Stacy. This is not funny to me," I said. "Steve preys on married women."
"You can't possibly think I have any interest in Steve," Stacy said with a tinge of anger in her voice.
"No. I am not worried about you. I trust you."
"So what you are saying is that you don't want me to talk to Steve anymore, is that it?" Stacy asked.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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