The Most Wonderful Girl Ch. 03
Keywords: Wonderful, Most, 03, Ch., Girl, The,
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The fact that I was late picking her up from the airport spoke volumes, never mind the expression I tried to contain.
"What the hell are you happy about?" Sarah's voice seemed a little too playful for her disposition, but that was naturally sour. We'd been separated for the better part of a year now and she enjoyed frequenting Melbourne when she was horny or had a date that she wanted to show off to me. Every time I had to pick her up at the airport- not that I was afraid of her in any way, it just seemed like the right thing to do. She had taken liberty of the fact that I was never late, but always there waiting for her. Usually I had flowers or chocolates for her in some pathetic hope to win her back. But I had been growing cold to her- ever since I first saw Tomeric at the Library. She'd liberated me with only just her smile, and now I knew so much more of her- I felt free from Sarah, and the only reason I had come to the airport was to tell her not to come to Melbourne any more- that I didn't care anymore.
She was a stewardess, it wasn't like she was buying the tickets. I imagine our marriage, all of seven years had been filled with affairs on her part, she'd been quite the liberal as it fairs with relations.
She removed her shades and rolled her eyes at me, "Car trouble?"
"In fact, yes." I grinned and opened the door for her. "How was the flight and when will you be leaving?"
"Today if you'd like." She frowned and tucked her sunglasses up into her long blonde hair. She pointed at her bags, "Be careful with the red one it has wine, a gift." she added.
"Who is the lucky fellah?" I asked climbing into my side after placing her luggage behind me.
"It could be you if you play your cards right."
"I don't play cards." I said pulling away from the pickup spot, "Never have."
The drive home was lamb, I searched for an opportunity to tell her off but I found none, she was pleasant and agreeable. Obviously she was horny. She was a vicious beast of her emotions. Well sated she was a monster who cared nothing for anyone but herself, however if she was on the prowl and hungry for sex she was nearly a human being. But once she was given what she wanted she returned to her true self.
Unlike Tomeric, who had been compassionate and sensitive both before and after we'd made love, even though I freaked on her- she took care of me. I thought about her as I pulled into our drive way.
"What sort of car trouble?" Sarah asked as she opened the door and stepped out, "You should really get a different car- it is time to let this one go."
"What brings you to town this time?" I asked, changing the subject and following her in with the bags.
"You haven't changed the locks?" Sarah asked as she opened the door for me and stepped to the side as I lumbered in with her stuff.
"You haven't thrown away the keys."
I took her things to the bedroom and set them down.
She entered and began to speak, usually this was the 'we've been away so long I think it is best if we stay in separate rooms for the night.' then she would pause adding that she could stay on the couch- knowing full well that I wouldn't let that happen. But this time she began with: "It has been so long. I have really missed you, babe."
I knew something was up. If she wasn't going to kill me, by poison or strangling me while I slept, she was going to divorce me- this would be it, the end, finally. Of course it could also be that she was just horny- however, I would never know: "Well actually I am not living here at the moment, you have run of the place."
She blinked at me with a blank expression as if she'd never assumed I would be able to move on, as she had done so quickly. "What did you say."
"That's right, so you can sleep here or on the couch or wherever- just don't bring anyone home until I have my things out, OK?"
"Where the hell did this come from?" her face turned beet red and her fists went to her hips. I always found her to be sexy when she was mad. She was a year older than I but every much as energetic and enthusiastic as a woman half her age. She had never been the prettiest girl in the class, but than again I was no where near the most handsome. But she was cute, especially when she was mad- so she spent most of her life being cute.
I shrugged in response.
She took a long sideways look at me and clicked her tongue, "If this is because of my affair with Roger let me tell you this, it's over OK? Are you happy?"
"Yes, I am. In truth he was no good for you. I considered him a drunk sod, but that is not important really, I've moved on."
"Well!" she barked an unfriendly laughter, horse and demeaning, "I've moved on! You are my husband, we are married." she waved her finger at me, it was the first time that it wasn't her middle one.
"Yes at your convenience we were but I don't recall you putting that ring on when you were working." I waved off her response, "It doesn't matter, just let it be- it's over, if you want the house you can have it." I turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" she followed me to the door. "I just came home, don't you wanna quickie?"
Luckily the car started up on the first try and I was off, backing out of the driveway and watching her disappear in the mirror as I drove down Lake Washington to US 1.
From there it was only ten minutes of traffic until I reached University which was one of the ways I had been taking to Tomeric's place. I tried to show up at dusk on the days she was off so not to draw too much attention from the local crowd. Showing up at night in their business hours would not be healthy for me. Coming too early in the day, when she worked two jobs would be rude.
In the time that we'd been together I'd learned that she worked as an dancer at a strip club. Thanks to Florida law she didn't have to be nude for it to be considered a nude bar. Since they served alcohol, it was illegal for her to be nude. She told me that there was a lot of dancers like her in those states, because it was the best way to make money and be safe. She came up from the clubs in Miami and only settled in Melbourne to go to college, which she hadn't had much time to do- but her occupational class had landed her a part time position at the library which is where we'd come into each other's life. Though she still stripped it was only topless and she always wore a thong, "Believe me- no one can find out about this or I would be through as a dancer here."
"In Miami too?" I'd asked her. And she said that was what happened, someone had tore off her thong on the stage, "It was a terrible nightmare- and I was fired."
We'd made love in the course of the week another nine times, three on each of the days that we came together. It was after the last of the times, early in the morning on Wednesday, when she asked me about my life.
"There isn't much to say Tomeric, not much ever happened to me- my life is a peach." I said as I stretched out on her bed, exhausted as I was.
"You always say that!" she playfully scratched my sweaty chest. "I told you almost EVERYTHING about me, and I don't know anything about you."
"Not true- you know what books I like to read, that I am cheap, and that I am of average age and average weight... yada, yada, yada..."
She pouted and sat up, then got out of bed and walked into her closet. "You need to tell me about yourself if we are going to have a working relationship."
I had hoped that we could.
She came out of the closet with a white pair of "hello kitty" panties and a tank top that said 'boys suck' then crawled into bed right on top of me. "Do you love me?" she asked.
"You know that I do."
"Then tell me."
I sighed and in one breath I spilled it: "I am married."
She was silent, her face withdrew and her eyes glossed over. "Married."
"Well what did you think I was at my age?" I said defensively, "Gay?"
"No..." she shook her head, tearing up. "I knew you weren't like that... but I had no Idea you were, married."
I sat up next to her in the bed and felt powerless as the tears rolled down her cheeks, "I am sorry Tomeric... I wish I wasn't but I am."
She wiped at her tears with the back of her hands and turned away from me. "Does she know about us?"
"No." I paused, "But she will- if you will let there be an us... will you?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I stopped myself from arguing, nothing good would come from it. Though part of me wanted to say: "Hey you kept your share of secrets too my dear!" but I didn't I couldn't. I just wanted to hold her in my arms to prove to her that I loved her and that I would be true. "She left me over a year ago."
Tomeric was quiet, sniffling in the dark.
I went on as a passing car's lights flashed through the room and crossed the wall over our heads. "She's a stewardess and has always been a swinger, the marriage was doomed when it started but only recently had we grown bitter to each other. Hey, Tomeric, are you there, do you find it in your heart to still love me?"
"I am sorry she feels bitter- but she has to know about us." she said with resolve, repeating it again and adding, "I have done a lot of things wrong in my life. Most of what I am is against the norm- but I don't take vows to God lightly... and I am NOT a home wrecker. I cant be."
"Alright." I said. "I will tell her... yes... It will be good to say it... it makes us real doesn't it?" I cautiously put my hand on her back and rubbed her shoulder. She turned into me and we hugged.
As I left that morning she kissed me farewell and told me not to come back until I had told my wife, Ironically it was the very next day that Sarah had flown into town. When I came home that morning from Tomeric's place there must have been fourteen messages in my e-mail and three calls on the phone from her one from Phoenix, one from Charleston, and one from Atlanta. "I'll be in Melbourne around ten in the morning..." was all she said, behind her I heard the familiar noise that went with a call from the airport.
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Keywords: Wonderful, Most, 03, Ch., Girl, The,