The Gun
"I like your breathtaking gift," I complimented Carol after several hours of... hmm... unwrapping it. She looked at me so tenderly I positively melted under her gaze. When she made a move towards bathroom I shook my head and grabbed her waist even tighter. "What is it, darling?" she asked me again attempting to get up. "No, I don't think so." I said firmly pinning her back on the bed.
She cupped my chin gently. "Dearest, I was just going to the..." Shaking my head, I interrupted. "Not without me." I stared at her very seriously. Finally she caught my drift. "Not even to the toilet?" she specified. "No." I wasn't going to let her slip away again, not ever. This relationship wasn't going to be based on trust. On handcuffs more like it.
So we went to the bathroom. Then I pinned her back on the bed and thanked her abundantly for her kind cooperation. Her breathtaking gift really kept on giving.
"Why did we have to wait this long" I asked afterwards. "Because I thought there wouldn’t be a thirty-seventh time, that you wouldn’t want it. But that’s not true." Carol sounded relieved. "I love you," I said. "I love you, I love you." No real storyteller would be this repetitive but I guess I just wanted to hear the words.
I knew I would never forget this evening. I mean it even registered as unforgettable while it still lived. It was quite a circus outside the bedroom, the Cantrell boys taking care of the 'window repair'. Carol felt bad for not having offered them any food – after all, they had been sheltering us for six hours already. She urged them to help themselves to whatever they could find in the pantry – ham, popcorn, candy.
Leopold, Alexander, Nicholas, Frederick, Theodore and Jeff were only too happy to oblige. Carol asked me if the youngest son had been a foundling with a ready nametag on but I still didn't know the right answer. I suppose brain can stop functioning after a certain amount of sex? I mused out loud. Amused, Carol cast a somewhat peculiar look at me.
Therese categorically kept me from leaving her sight. She even followed me to the bathroom which was a bit weird. Weird and romantic, I thought. When I asked her if she planned to keep me shackled to her from now on, I realized the thought had actually crossed her mind. Well, I myself wouldn't mind being cuffed on a bedpost every once in a while.
The divorce court was 29 days away. So yes, we'd been able to be apart for one whole day. This was not looking good for I couldn't very well have the house hooded for weeks to come. The Cantrell brothers had also found my liquor cabinet which didn't actually fill me with confidence.
We needed to come up with a plan. Therese suggested we stay inside and have sex for 29 days. Well, we could do that, I admitted, but at some point we'd need to eat something else too. She looked so disappointed when I pointed it out, my heart ached. This could almost qualify as our first fight, I thought.
So I suggested we have some make-up sex before planning any further. Therese looked a bit confused but fetched my compact, lipstick and rouge any way. I obviously needed to explain the concept of make-up sex to her. She learned fast.
Afterwards we agreed we should get in touch with Genevieve and Abby. Maybe they could be of assistance and let us know what to do. Within an hour they both arrived. In the meantime I had concocted a plan I found brilliant. Eyeing suspiciously each other, the three of them sat down to hear what I had to say.
"The fact remains Therese and I can't stay away from each other." Abby scoffed and Genevieve cast an angry glance at her. She didn't look too pleased with Therese either. "So we need to create a diversion to throw Harge off our track." I made sure everyone was with me so far. "I suggest Abby and Genevieve take our places here in the house – make it look like there are two people living here – while we take on the road for the rest of the month." Both Abby and Genevieve stared at me as if I'd lost my mind.
"Here? With her ?" they both exclaimed pretty much at the same time. I nodded pleased to see my darling beaming at me approvingly. "It's a fantastic plan", she complimented me. Her remark made my spine tingle of desire. Abby and Genevieve were ready to object but I didn't let them. "When we're apart I miss her. I think of her voice, her hands and her eyes when she looks straight into mine." Why am I telling them all this? " Her courage gives me courage, and even if it's just for one month, I won't live against my grain. What could am I to her if I do?" A striking beauty with no sex life – no stalker Therese?
Gerhard and Cantrell were checking each other out. "Well, I guess..." Abby started. "...we could make it work", Genevieve added. Therese hugged her friend – a teeny tiny too long a time for my taste, I admit. When I attempted to wrap my arms around Abby, Therese interrupted us coolly. "Enough already. We need to work the details."
We would leave in Abby's car when it got dark enough. I would be Abby, Therese Genevieve. When we got to the car my brown wig was acting up. I mean seriously. It kept drooping downwards, preventing me to see what was in front of me. Therese was giggling nervously. Her fake dreadlocks didn’t quite imitate Cantrell’s style but I’m sure the darkness had mercy on us.
Jeff, the short-name-wonder, made sure no one followed us when we left. I pushed my foot on the pedal worrying whether Abby and Genevieve would just end up fighting the entire time we were away.
While packing, I had decided to take my pink pearl handled Derringer gun with me. Just in case, you know.
“Carol…” Therese interrupted my train of thought. “Yes, dearest?” I smiled caressing her inner thigh. “Since you take turns telling this story as well, I was wondering, have you ever mentioned a gun in your voice over?” How on earth did she happen to mention it right this minute? “Why, yes… I just did, as a matter fact.” Therese looked suddenly very worried. “You do know that if a narrator mentions a gun one way or another, it’s bound to be used later on… it’s called narrative economy.” I hadn’t thought of it. Maybe we should just talk about sex then? “Well, have you – talked about firearms?” She seemed troubled. “Yes. When I found one in Harge’s pocket over at Cy Harrison’s house.”
Oh dear, this didn’t sound promising, not promising at all.