13-08-2026, 04:08 PM
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 13, 2005 - 11:10 A.M.
“You’re too healthy for a heart attack...and only the good die young. You’re not THAT good. despite your press releases.”
“If that’s true, Deb, you should live forever.”
He still hadn’t faced her and she walked toward him until he was directly in front of her. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts into his back. He was thinner, harder than she ever remembered him being. She hadn’t touched him in more than six months.
He stiffened but didn’t throw her off.
“I know that I am really bad off when I can’t work up the energy to throw your cheating ass out of my office.”
She leaned forward and pressed her face against the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? What have you done this time?”
“I hired a private investigator. I know she was living with you. I know what you’re been doing together. I know she’s married and has a son in Paris. I know she left your condo early this morning—without you. You didn’t take her to the airport.
“She’s going back to them, isn’t she?”
“Why do you care? Why go to that much trouble? We’re not married anymore.”
She put her head on his shoulder and tried not to rub her breasts back and forth across his back. It was almost automatic when they had been married.
“I know you, Bill. I know you’re probably banging some of the women around here. I know you must have had that female cop, and I’ve heard rumors about others. But I know they’re not serious.
“I saw the way you looked at her the night we all barged in on you two...The only woman you’ve ever looked at that way...was me. That’s why, part of why, I got so crazy that night.
“I know we’re not married. I know I have no right to be jealous. I’m like the dog that doesn’t want another dog to have a bone, even though I don’t want it any more. But, it hurt.”
“Why the hell would it hurt? You told me you didn’t love me anymore. We’re divorced, for God’s sake.”
“I know it’s not logical...reasonable. But I haven’t been logical or reasonable...about a lot of things lately. I’m seeing...somebody....because I have kind of. gone off the tracks lately. I’m starting to get some things straight.
“I only know that it—seeing her that night and seeing you look at her that way...that it hurt me. I wanted to find out everything I could about her...and that damned Fleur-de-Lis.
“You know you NEVER bought me anything like that in all the years we were married. ”
“You can’t be serious. You screw around on me with a younger man, with a bigger dick. Even if you didn’t physically screw him, I know you were cheating emotionally. You threw me out of my own house. You had sex with him in my bed. You threw me out of your life...and you’re upset because I bought some expensive jewelry for a new woman in my life.”
She held him a little tighter and he didn’t move to throw her off.
“I know it doesn’t make any sense. You said I was crazy. I’m thinking I was. At least for awhile. But one thing I know, you were serious about Aline. Or the skinny French bitch, as I prefer to call her.
“I hope to God not. She could lose her son. She could lose a man she still might love. I don’t want to be Doug...even though I’ve been acting like him ever since I met her.”
“Doug didn’t break us up. I was going to leave you, Bill, if I’d never met him.”
“Thanks. That makes me feel better.”
“I shouldn’t tell you this. The person...I’m seeing...said I shouldn’t. But I have to. I told you I didn’t cheat on you before Doug. And I didn’t...go to bed with anyone or suck them off. But...I.....teased a lot of guys....and...”
She felt him stiffen and wondered why she was doing this. Was that stubborn anger driving her to kick him when he was down, do the most damage she possibly could? It didn’t feel like it inside her. She didn’t know, but maybe she was just tired of lying to him.
“What? Shit. I’m in the Valley of Despair, so why not drop some more shit on me?”
“I...jerked a couple of guys off at parties. I...masturbated them through their pants. I never held their naked dicks in my hands, but I jerked them off.”
“So you never got any semen inside your pussy. I should be grateful for small favors.”
“I’m not claiming any special...virtue, Bill. I was a pretty bad wife...for the last three or four years. I told myself it was alright because I saved my pussy for you....when I let you have it. But I honestly got more out of my vibrator than I did from you.”
“What did I ever do to deserve that kind of treatment from you?”
“I don’t know. I was angry as hell at you most of the time, but I thought I hid it pretty well. I guess I was angry...and contemptuous....I didn’t think much of you. as a man.”
some of your fault. Even if you never admit it, you know I’m right. You left me alone for this damned office and this damned job. You wanted to be Saint Bill more than you wanted to be inside me.”
“To make you feel better about what you were doing”?
“No, whether you were screwing half the females in your office, or were as pure as the driven snow, I should have divorced you. I should have had the courage to walk away. I had a good job. The kids weren’t little. They were in their teens. I could have made a new life for myself. God knows, I have never had a problem attracting men. I could have found a good guy to replace you. I shouldn’t have hurt you the way I did...with Doug...and the emails.
“I was a coward. And that I’m sorry for.”
“I hope this hurts you a little more, Debbie. No, I never cheated on you. I never had another woman in all the years we were married. until Aline.
“That’s Aunt Clarice speaking from the grave, isn’t it?
“I never really believed it...but. the things she said got stuck in my head, and
I never really dis-believed them either.” He shook his head.
“The poor miserable bitch. She lost her husband and her mind and her life...and she dragged you down with her. I almost can’t hate her....almost. But you shouldn’t have believed her.”
“I’m sorry I did. But I loved her. She was almost more of a mother to me than my real mother.”
“I’ve got things to do, Debbie. I’ve got a life to start putting back together again...for the second time. So why don’t you take you and those tits of yours and get out of my office.”
“Now that sounds more like the Bill Maitland I knew and lo-“
She had reached the door to his office when she looked back at him.
“If she had left her husband and chosen you...or if she comes back. would
She looked at Cheryl.
“His phone’s off the hook. I don’t think he wants to talk to anybody.”
“I know you don’t have to let me, Cheryl, but I thought we were friends. One friend to the other...you saw him.......................................... let me go in and talk to him.
“I don’t know that you’re what he needs right now.”
“I’m exactly what he needs. And no matter what anybody says, I don’t want to hurt him any more.”
Cheryl finally nodded.
She opened the door. He was standing at the plate glass picture window looking out into the morning sky. She knew what he was looking for.
He didn’t turn around.
“Why did I know you’d turn up this morning?”
“Because we were married for nearly 20 years and you get to know someone in 20 years.”
“Not really. I thought I knew you but I obviously didn’t.” “But you knew I’d be here.”
“Only because bad things happen in threes. I knew you had to be in there somewhere. God only knows what the last thing will be. Maybe I’ll have a heart attack.”“You’re too healthy for a heart attack...and only the good die young. You’re not THAT good. despite your press releases.”
“If that’s true, Deb, you should live forever.”
He still hadn’t faced her and she walked toward him until he was directly in front of her. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her breasts into his back. He was thinner, harder than she ever remembered him being. She hadn’t touched him in more than six months.
He stiffened but didn’t throw her off.
“I know that I am really bad off when I can’t work up the energy to throw your cheating ass out of my office.”
She leaned forward and pressed her face against the back of his head. “I’m sorry.”
“Why? What have you done this time?”
“I hired a private investigator. I know she was living with you. I know what you’re been doing together. I know she’s married and has a son in Paris. I know she left your condo early this morning—without you. You didn’t take her to the airport.
“She’s going back to them, isn’t she?”
“Why do you care? Why go to that much trouble? We’re not married anymore.”
She put her head on his shoulder and tried not to rub her breasts back and forth across his back. It was almost automatic when they had been married.
“I know you, Bill. I know you’re probably banging some of the women around here. I know you must have had that female cop, and I’ve heard rumors about others. But I know they’re not serious.
“I saw the way you looked at her the night we all barged in on you two...The only woman you’ve ever looked at that way...was me. That’s why, part of why, I got so crazy that night.
“I know we’re not married. I know I have no right to be jealous. I’m like the dog that doesn’t want another dog to have a bone, even though I don’t want it any more. But, it hurt.”
“Why the hell would it hurt? You told me you didn’t love me anymore. We’re divorced, for God’s sake.”
“I know it’s not logical...reasonable. But I haven’t been logical or reasonable...about a lot of things lately. I’m seeing...somebody....because I have kind of. gone off the tracks lately. I’m starting to get some things straight.
“I only know that it—seeing her that night and seeing you look at her that way...that it hurt me. I wanted to find out everything I could about her...and that damned Fleur-de-Lis.
“You know you NEVER bought me anything like that in all the years we were married. ”
“You can’t be serious. You screw around on me with a younger man, with a bigger dick. Even if you didn’t physically screw him, I know you were cheating emotionally. You threw me out of my own house. You had sex with him in my bed. You threw me out of your life...and you’re upset because I bought some expensive jewelry for a new woman in my life.”
She held him a little tighter and he didn’t move to throw her off.
“I know it doesn’t make any sense. You said I was crazy. I’m thinking I was. At least for awhile. But one thing I know, you were serious about Aline. Or the skinny French bitch, as I prefer to call her.
“And so when she left alone, and you came in here and you looked like you’d lost your best friend or your dog died, I knew what happened.
“She went back to him, didn’t she?” “Yes, she went back to him.”
“Is she coming back? Do you think she’ll leave him?” He reached out with his fingers and touched the glass.
She saw the unfamiliar ring on his left hand, then the wedding ring on his right. The Fleur-de-Lis was the mark that bitch Aline had left on a man that used to belong to her. Even if she wasn’t here to rub her nose in it in person, Aline would still be doing it in spirit.“I hope to God not. She could lose her son. She could lose a man she still might love. I don’t want to be Doug...even though I’ve been acting like him ever since I met her.”
“Doug didn’t break us up. I was going to leave you, Bill, if I’d never met him.”
“Thanks. That makes me feel better.”
“I shouldn’t tell you this. The person...I’m seeing...said I shouldn’t. But I have to. I told you I didn’t cheat on you before Doug. And I didn’t...go to bed with anyone or suck them off. But...I.....teased a lot of guys....and...”
She felt him stiffen and wondered why she was doing this. Was that stubborn anger driving her to kick him when he was down, do the most damage she possibly could? It didn’t feel like it inside her. She didn’t know, but maybe she was just tired of lying to him.
“What? Shit. I’m in the Valley of Despair, so why not drop some more shit on me?”
“I...jerked a couple of guys off at parties. I...masturbated them through their pants. I never held their naked dicks in my hands, but I jerked them off.”
“So you never got any semen inside your pussy. I should be grateful for small favors.”
“I’m not claiming any special...virtue, Bill. I was a pretty bad wife...for the last three or four years. I told myself it was alright because I saved my pussy for you....when I let you have it. But I honestly got more out of my vibrator than I did from you.”
“What did I ever do to deserve that kind of treatment from you?”
“I don’t know. I was angry as hell at you most of the time, but I thought I hid it pretty well. I guess I was angry...and contemptuous....I didn’t think much of you. as a man.”
“You forget. I read your emails. I know how you felt about me as a man.” “What good would it do me to lie about it? I told you I wrote the truth.
That’s...the way I felt about you. But...I. I know this drives you crazy, but it was
some of your fault. Even if you never admit it, you know I’m right. You left me alone for this damned office and this damned job. You wanted to be Saint Bill more than you wanted to be inside me.”
“And that made what you were doing right?”
“No, I didn’t say that. Just like what you’ve been doing with Aline for the past two weeks wasn’t right...and you know it. But you did it anyway.”
They stood there silently for a moment.
“I know I was wrong, but...can you be honest with me about one thing? “What have I ever lied to you about?”
“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking. Did you ever cheat on me. You don’t have to tell me the truth, but we’re over. It won’t change anything. I just...would like to know.”“To make you feel better about what you were doing”?
“No, whether you were screwing half the females in your office, or were as pure as the driven snow, I should have divorced you. I should have had the courage to walk away. I had a good job. The kids weren’t little. They were in their teens. I could have made a new life for myself. God knows, I have never had a problem attracting men. I could have found a good guy to replace you. I shouldn’t have hurt you the way I did...with Doug...and the emails.
“I was a coward. And that I’m sorry for.”
“I hope this hurts you a little more, Debbie. No, I never cheated on you. I never had another woman in all the years we were married. until Aline.
“That’s Aunt Clarice speaking from the grave, isn’t it?
“I never really believed it...but. the things she said got stuck in my head, and
I never really dis-believed them either.” He shook his head.
“The poor miserable bitch. She lost her husband and her mind and her life...and she dragged you down with her. I almost can’t hate her....almost. But you shouldn’t have believed her.”
“I’m sorry I did. But I loved her. She was almost more of a mother to me than my real mother.”
“I’ve got things to do, Debbie. I’ve got a life to start putting back together again...for the second time. So why don’t you take you and those tits of yours and get out of my office.”
“Now that sounds more like the Bill Maitland I knew and lo-“
She had reached the door to his office when she looked back at him.
“If she had left her husband and chosen you...or if she comes back. would
you. ?”
“I don’t know, Debbie. I’ve known her for less than two months. On the other hand, I knew you for two years before I married you and look what that got me.”
“Thirteen or fourteen years of a good marriage and two kids I think you love.”
“True. I guess....I’d marry her in a heartbeat. And if she comes back in a month of two, I still will........................................... if she’ll have me.”
When he turned away from the window she had left without another word.
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