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Wednesday, 23 July 2014

THE PURGING RAGE OF A SCORNED WIFE E05



Saturday 28th June 2014, Prampram Township. House No 56/3A
2:36PM

The Clan Elder looked at Naa with wondering eyes. Most of the women had their mouth clasped in their palms. The murmuring in the room was judgmental. Naa could feel the judgment being passed on her, looking at the overly dramatic posture of the men present.

“Naa,” the Clan Elder exhaled and said “do you have anything contrary to what our husband has said?”
She dared not answer nor establish an eye contact with anyone in the room. The Murmuring was with the fervour of a plebeian uprising. Her mother sat weeping silently while her father stood aloft. He would be the first to cast a stone if that was a likely verdict. He had gone beyond rage; he was flammable. And at that moment, it was easy to confuse his grey beard with icy blue sparks of fire. He was becoming so self-combustible the only person they needed to protect him from was himself.

“I wish you would say something in your defence; at least deny it.” The clan chief grew impatience with her silence. “In any case nothing you will say will justify sleeping with your manager. Someone your husband had trusted you with. Nothing you will say will justify the lies told your husband just to sleep with someone else. Nothing.”

That is not to say your husband did the right thing by sleeping with another man’s wife. No matter the temptation, that was someone’s wife, for heaven sakes! If you have no shame and fear, if you have no respect for your wife, you do not go into another man’s wife.” The Clan Elder addressed Richard flaring up. “It did not matter how lustful you had become; it did not matter how weak and starved. She could have come walking naked; you did not have to prey on her. As a gentleman, when a woman becomes vulnerable and confides in you, it should make your manhood shrivel, not excited. That is the mark of a gentleman. Granted that she even tempted you; knowing her circumstance and knowing that it was similar to yours, was a point to stand strong and help her, not grab it as an opportunity. Assuming your wife was not sleeping with her husband; is this how you would have paid the man for exposing your wife to the world and helping her career?”

The murmuring in the room was not as loud as it was when Naa was addressed and most of it came from the women.

You can look at it from diverse angles, but your strength lies in your ability to restrain yourself; to know what is lawful and what is not and to stick with that which is lawful.

Here we are, not judging your wife for her indiscretion, but judging you for yours as well. The story will be told, not as his wife was unfaithful to him; no. It will be told that they both went out of their marriage, to cheat. You share in this shame. And if you think we live in the times when it was ok for a man to cheat, think about it twice because it is no more ok.

If you had resisted this whore, you would have got the evidence available and you could have divorced your wife with your integrity intact if you so wanted. You would have helped that woman leave her husband with her integrity intact if she so wanted. But your weakness made a vulnerable, emotionally charged woman bring you shame.

Assuming she had come with any reason other than revenge for her husband’s indiscretion, let's say lust for you, you would have been the guilty one right now. Because as at the time you did what you did, you did not even know what your wife was doing. So I dare say you are as weak as your wife.

The Clan Elder, a retired Lawyer, a career diplomat and former member of the Council of State, spoke with so much rage and indignation. He was known for his firmness and tact, but not his rage. He was furious.

“As for you,” He turned his attention to Naa Morkor “I do not know what will make you justify your actions. Your husband has told us a nice story, but that has not made him any much of a saint, so nothing you will say will make you one. Marriage is for better and for worse and the marriage covenant is sacred. I am an Anglican with a Catholic background, so beyond all the traditions, I believe in the sanctity of marriage. Nothing whatsoever justifies infidelity.

If you had any problem with your husband, if you felt threatened or coerced by your manager, you could have discussed it with someone. If it was greed that walked you through this, then you are shameless. If it was lust, then you are not a true daughter of this land. I am disappointed in you. Three years of sleeping with your manager and sleeping with your husband. Three years of a double life. Three years. How evil can you be?!

Don’t you get tired? Don’t you feel any guilt? Young people of today have become so petty; you leave your men and women over things we, in our days, quarrelled over in the morning and forgot by noonday. You have become so selfish and proud you go into marriage with the notion of WHAT IS IN IT FOR ME. If it pleases you, then it is ok. What happened to Better-Halves? Do you please your Right hand and maltreat your left hand because you are right-handed? No. you see everything as the completeness of you. So you treat your body equally. That is how marriage is to make us; as one entity, not you and me. It makes us US and OURS, not YOU and ME and MINE and YOURS.

He paused to calm himself down.  

“How different is that penis from his? How different?” the whole place roused to life with catcalls and laughter. The Clan Elder continued.

“If you felt tired for whatever reason, why did you not leave him? I would rather you left him so the world knows that you do not want to share your bed with him again. But you see how foolish you were; you gave yourself to a man who is owned by another woman. A man you cannot even openly be seen to be holding hands with or displaying any public affection for. A man you must lie to see. Someone’s man.

If today, you fall sick, how can you truly have his love? If he dies, how can you truly grieve for him as a man you shared so many intimate moments with? You will cry in your closet but wipe your eyes when someone shows up because you cannot explain why you have taken the death of your boss so personal.” The family members in the room nodded, agreeing with the flow of knowledge coming from their respect Clan Elder.  

“You were paid only in sex and the basic ephemerals of life while his wife inherits everything. You will not be significant in the grand scheme of things. You will always be a dispensable chattel. Thank God a man’s manhood does not shrink with a lot of sex. So you can have it for as long as you want. But he who respects you marries you. That is what your husband did. The least you could do was to respect him back.

See how a man and a woman you both do not know from anywhere have ruined your lives?

And isn’t it amazing, that your husband did not just sleep with any random woman but the wife of the one sleeping with you, even without knowing it? And how strange it is that they are still married; that the wife has forgiven her husband and the husband his wife, whilst you two fools are here asking for a divorce?

Clearly, this woman is not coming back to your husband again and I don’t know about you, but you seem unrepentant and I won’t be surprised if you will go back to be his whore. But if you don’t, well he will find another woman, and you would have lost twice.

“I will not waste much time on this. If you want a divorce I will give it.” At this point, Naa Morkor’s mother broke down in tears and was led out of the room by a few young men present. Her father was nowhere to be found.

“I understand you even have your divorce papers here. I will sit through to see them signed. I will ensure that you, Naa, get nothing out of this divorce. You can take me to the supreme Court.” He spoke harshly pointing his walking stick at the wounded woman sitting directly opposite him. “And you will not see your children again.” He added gravely.

The uproar in the room was spontaneous. Some of the women wailed in hysteria while others only stood by sobbing and holding their tummies. The stunned men looked on. They were expecting a just punishment, but not seeing her children again was, to most of them, a bit on the harsh side. The clan linguist held the Elder’s walking stick. He yanked it out of his hand. The family members of Richard were not sure how to react since the verdict was on Naa Morkor. They sat feeling tensed and fearing what would come next. No one in the room downplayed the power the Clan Elder wielded in the room and in the nation and they knew whatever verdict he came to, would be difficult to change.

“Silence!” He yelled  “Let me make this clear, I am not doing this in the name of any tradition neither is this to be seen as my disregard for women. No. I am taking this hard stance because she is our daughter and has put us to shame! I am doing this because I will not sit and in the name of a law that is devoid of moral values watch infidelity rewarded. Regardless of what your husband did, since you have not denied the fact that you cheated on him three years before he cheated on you, and whoever made him cheat did it because of your actions, I can say you incited, indirectly, your husband to cheat on you through a third party. You are vicariously liable for the actions of your husband in this case, since his actions were influenced by an action you set in motion and led a third party, offended by your action, to take the specific steps she took to bring your husband to the action he took in her bid to seek redress.  

As a lawyer and politician, with over 40 years’ experience, I can tell you I have enough clout to ensure that even if you go to the supreme court to get a fair bargain out of this divorce, it will be on paper for you, in reality you will get nothing.

“You work, don’t you” He asked Naa Morkor.
“He is talking to, you answer him! Whore!” Someone shouted from the crowd.
She nodded silently.
“Good, so build your wretched life from the scratch, I guess you will not lose much, seeing your husband hasn’t got much.”

“And young man, just so you know that infidelity is not rewarded, you will not also see the children again until they are of age and they decide they want to see you”
Richard’s face changed drastically. His family linguist held his hand and stood up instead.
Please…” He began to speak.
“Can I please finish”
“Please, we are begging on his behalf. Please. He is only a boy…”
“Yes, he is a boy so he must learn to take his life serious so when he becomes a man he learns how to make all the right choices.” Naa’s clan Elder said.

Richard stood up and attempted to speak, freeing himself from the grip of his Clan linguist.
“Sit down young man.” The Clan Elder said bluntly with burning anger on his face and in his voice. “What do you think is happening here? One of your Occupy flagstaff house social media jokes I have been told will take place on the 1st of July? I am a retired Lawyer, A former Ambassador and a former member of the council of state. I suggest you watch the very place you are standing because I can ensure your life ends where it is right now. So just sit down and behave yourself. I did not drag you here. You came here.”

Richard sat flatly as though gravity had been intensified against him.

“Your children are American citizens right?” The couple nodded.  
“And I assume you entered the US with a visa that did not permit you to stay and have children and be a burden on their system?”

It was Naa’s turn to be upset. She was scared and helpless.

“I understand the children are with your elder brother at Roman Ridge?” The Clan elder addressed Naa.
“Yes Please” She said, maintaining eye contact with the Elderly man trying to guess what would come next.
“You know how Americans protect their own, right? Now that both of you have proven to all of us here  that you are incapable of looking after two American Citizens entrusted to your care, we will hand them over to the American Government for safe keeping. Luckily your Elder sister, who is an Evangelist and Married to Pastor, has been married for a long time without a child. I understand all of your children were born in her home in Atlanta. I have also been informed these two children were supposed to go for their high school Education in the US during which time they would live with your sister and husband. I am also aware that this couple have literally adopted your children and are currently making monthly remittance for their upkeep.  

Well as it stands, we have hastened that process and they will be sent away tomorrow evening. Everything is sorted out. You can meet them at the Airport and say your final goodbyes to them. I will ensure that you are denied Entry into the US for at least the next ten years. I will ensure that. Unfortunately, you cannot let any court in Ghana compel the Americans to do otherwise, after all, it is their country and these are their citizens. Besides both of you are divorced and you are not in the position to cater for their citizens with such bright future. The courts would be told of your fights and your travels and that will make it more likely to throw your case out.

We believe your sister and her husband will provide that kind of parenting your children need to grow to be responsible children for the world at large. I don’t think any of you two have any objection to your sister taking care of them; after all, they were going to do it at some point in time anyway.

When you both put your lives together, you will learn the lesson of placing value on the most important things of life.

“We are done here.”



FUTURE EVENTS
Julia will enjoy her husband for as long as it can last. She will be diagnosed with cervical cancer and will die on the 15th of February 2016, a day after they spend Valentine’s Day together as a family in Larry’s Official Residence at Cantonments, where the family will move when Larry  is made a partner in his firm. Julia will request not to die in the hospital bed but in her matrimonial bed.

Larry will become a partner in his firm as Julia had promised. He will be comforted by Naa during the period of mourning, kindling their old relationship and will marry her on 11th November 2017.

Naa will resign from her job in order to marry Larry. She will cut off all contacts with her family and refuse to forgive her elder sister for taking her children. She will, however, be unable to bear any child and will live a troubled life while she watches Larry continue with another woman he found during Julia’s period of infirmity.

Richard will find Solace in religion. He would eventually go into Ministry, get invited to preach in a congregation pastored by Naa’s elder sister and husband. The US government will be petitioned to remove the travel restriction imposed on him. On 15th May 2021, Richard will marry a Philippine Evangelist and settle in the US, sharing the upkeep of his children with their adopted parents. His passion will be to help couple sdeal with infidelity.

The Clan Elder would die on the 23rd of July 2025 and would be given a state burial. Richard and his wife will be part of the officiating Clergy.


Vengeance is of me, says the Lord.   

THE END 

PG Sebastian 
Copyrights 2014. All rights Reserved.  

Friday, 18 July 2014

THE PURGING RAGE OF A SCORNED WIFE - E04



Saturday 7th June 2014, Devtraco Courts No UV25
10:36PM

Julia came out of the bathroom naked, giving off a mannequin silhouette in the dimly lit room. She slipped into the overly gargantuan king’s size bed leaving in her trail an enthralling bouquet of Victoria’s Secrets' Sexy Little Things Noir Parfum. She was smelling ravishing and she was very much aware of it.

She wrapped the comforter around her naked body enjoying the feel of the soft warm cotton. She had a smile on her face. The same smile she’s been wearing since 2pm; since Larry came home from his Audit trip.

She enjoyed wearing the smile because it revealed a lot but said nothing. It was like the babbling of an infant; it means something to the baby, but nothing to everyone else. And that was her torture tool.

On a normal day, an unfaithful man comes home to a belligerent wife, and a man, having caught his wife in adultery, comes home with an invading funfair. All that drama was skipped. Larry came home trying hard to keep a fa├žade. That was stupid and confusing at the same time, Julia thought. Did he see the video? 

Julia met Larry with the bliss of a newlywed bride waiting for her groom to return from the Pharmacy shop with stuff they forgot to buy for their honeymoon. She looked her sexiest and she was all smiles. Those smiles.

Larry was welcomed home with a smile and a deep wet kiss. He was not sure how to react to it, so he reacted as he ought to react; pretend there was no video and he was not coming home after a rather boring trip. He returned the kiss in an equal manner.

Julia personally ensured his things were all sent to their room, he had taken a quick shower and was well fed. He looked tired, dishevelled and haunted. He looked it even though he pretended to be in good spirit. Julia enjoyed his evasive attitude to her questions; in fact, she was expecting it. How could he be conclusive with his answers?

You have the right to remain silent; everything you say can and will be used against you. Plead the fifth for your wretched soul

Larry was stark aware of the issues at stake. He was not making any assumptions. He knew what was being played out before him and he was sure, as a good negotiator, you do not make pronouncements that might complicate issues and entangle you, making it difficult to extricate yourself in the event of such exigency. He chose to be evasive.

‘How did the trip go?’ 
‘Oh the same old boring stuff. Kwame can you bring me my iPad?’ Lemme check this or that.’ Evasive answers.

So gradually and grudgingly the day wore off with Julia smelling, looking and behaving her sexiest. Delilah still needed some finishing touches on how to seduce a man.

Larry observed all these with a humongous question lurking in the shadows of his beleaguered mind, ‘won’t you bring up the issue and stop whoring around?’ But no; all he got were those smiles, those irritating stupid smiles, and the eternally provocative question, 'are you ok Baby?’ Damn! I am not ok and your whoring self knows it! He felt like yelling. Sure, I am fine. Was all he could muster the courage to say anytime the question came.

His mind was in total disarray with tonnes of questions flying out of orbit in the galactic expanse of his imagination. There was no way she slept with someone by accident. Richard couldn’t be an accident. Sleeping with any man might have been an accident but not Richard. Again there was no way it was a leaked video; this was a file in her Dropbox folder, meaning her mobile phone must have recorded it and uploaded itself. There was no way it was accidentally sent to him because she did not send it to him; it was Richard; and Richard couldn’t have sent it if he was not aware of the video and had not seen it. It was a deliberate video made by both of them to an end. And of course, Julia sent it to Naa, simultaneously.

And as the questions run through his mind, building models and tearing them down and rebuilding them, he became a lot more cranky and disoriented, hoping and pleading to be alone; a place where he could think hard and plan his response.

But there is no response for you Larry…. There is none for you. 

 Dinner had been the best in years. Julia ensured she paid enough for Imperial Peking to deliver assorted Chinese cuisine and have a waiting chef attend to them.

“What are we celebrating?” He had asked.

“Must there always be something to celebrate before we enjoy the little karmas of life?” She had responded gaily. “Let’s say we are celebrating the final trip of our husband and father.” To which the children burst into screams and went to hug their father and themselves.
“Please let us drink to a reincarnated father figure who will not travel again for the rest of his life except for family vacations.” She had proposed.

Gradually and grudgingly the day had trudged on. The smiles, the provocative questions, the intruding eyes.

 The smiles, the wiggling buttocks, the provocative questions, the smiles, the smiles, the smiles.

God, help me with the smiles.  He was thinking.




“Julia curled up in the bed, having her pillow stuck in her crotch and her arms wrapped around the loose ends of the comforter. She was totally enjoying the symbiotic relationship between her naked body and the comforter – they were both comforting each other.

She had her back to Larry who was wearing his boxer shorts, lying on his back and staring at the POP Ceiling with both hands folded under his swooning head.

“Julia” he said, but the word was muted by vengeful phlegm in his throat. He cleared it up. “Julia”  
“mmm” she responded without turning.
“What is going on?” He asked quietly
“mmm…” She acted surprised at the question. She turned to face him. “Nothing. Why?”
“What is happening between you and Richard?” he blurted out, with the very words slicing his heart into pieces.
“Oh, that?” Julia said and dragged herself across the bed in an unexpected manner and gave him a kiss. She returned to her earlier sleeping position with her smile beaming brighter than ever.
“Never mind Larry.” She said after a brief pause. “Do not bother your head over such matters. Tomorrow you will sit on the chair as the chairman of the harvest committee at church. And the whole church would love to see that smile on your face…the smile you have given me all this while; the smile of a great father, husband and significant other. Besides, stuff like that happens all the time, husbands sleeping with people’s wives. You know… it happened that I and Richard happened to do it.” She sounded so honest it was almost madness to be that honest.
“Goodnight baby. For me, the most important thing is that you are back home and you will never travel again.”



Saturday, 7th June 2014,  Dansoman, House No. DC5
3:15 PM

Victoria opened the gates after the Taxi Driver had honked the nth time. She smiled when she realised it was Naa Morkor. Naa did not smile back. She looked visibly upset. When she entered the Living room, it was only Richard who was there, watching a Sports Channel. The children were not home. She had prayed for that and she was happy her prayers had been answered.
“Hey” Richard said without turning to look at her.
She did not respond. She went into their bedroom and then entered the children’s room to be sure they were alone in the house. Richard met her in the corridor to the living room.
“You ok? How was your trip?” He asked.
“Don’t ask me stupid questions!” she responded harshly
“Eiii” Richard said pretending to be shocked. He was expecting that drama and he was getting it. “ What kind of response is that?”
“Please get out of my way.” Naa said angrily. “I left this house for a trip and you have turned it into a porn hub. You shameless man.”
“Oh really?” Richard couldn’t pretend again. He started losing his cool as the flood of emotions overwhelmed him.
“You are asking? Richard? You are asking me oh really?” She was livid with induced rage. “Of all the people? I thought you had some sense of decency. My boss’ wife! And you had the gut to send it to her husband.”
“And she also sent it to you, if I remember”
“Eeehh? So you two planned it!? You two planned it, Richard!” She said and held Richard by the collar of his shirt yanking him. “You shameless dog”
“I will allow you to let go of my shirt or I will beat the devil out of you.” Richard said slowly and deliberately.
“What can’t you do again? Beat m…” and before the words could become flesh, a resounding slap graced her left cheek and her right. And what followed was a 5.8” woman crashing down on the cold tiled floor, grabbing her face with no words coming out of her opened mouth but trickles of blood from the bitten upper lip.
“Your vile whore! Your prostitute.” He yelled just about the time Victoria held him from behind restraining him with all her might and her body odor.
“I thought you were doing this for us; all these travels, all the denials, the sacrifices! I thought they were for us!” He yelled the bitter words out.
“Sir please” Victoria pleaded after she was hurled away. She rushed to stand between Richard and the dazed Naa still sprawled helplessly on the floor.
“Get out of my way.” He said between gritting teeth.
Sir, please. I beg.” She went on her knees begging.
“I said get away from her.” He screamed and pulled out his belt. You scheming whore! Ashawo! “I will kill you today. You call me shameless; I will show you who is shameless. I will cut you open and stuff it with your filth till you can take no more.”
He hurled Victoria away and rushed to the kitchen for a knife.

Victoria ran out screaming for help with her blouse torn and one of her rather huge breasts bouncing helplessly in front of her. The taxi driver who had brought in Naa was still standing outside receiving a phone call. He heard the scream and rushed in, meeting Victoria at the entrance to the Porch. 

Richard grabbed Naa by the hair, not sure what he was doing. She was suddenly quiet, looking at him like a cow accepting her fate in the hands of a butcher. She was not sobbing, she was not fighting, she was not doing anything. She was just staring at him with no expression.

“Who are you calling shameless?” He yelled at her. Richard dropped the knife where she couldn’t reach it and brought out his mobile phone. He dexterously navigated to the gallery and pointed to Naa’s face her sex pictures with Larry.
“Ricky, please don’t kill me.” That was all she said. That was all he heard before a crushing blow came down on him from the hefty taxi driver.

The blow dazed him momentarily giving Naa the chance to run outside. Victoria picked the phone and saw the pictures. She gasped and covered her mouth handing it over to the taxi driver. His countenance changed when he saw the pictures, wishing he had not saved Naa. He helped Richard up yet restrained him, begging him not to do anything he would regret later.

“You dare call me shameless, I will show you who is shameless. Kwasia! Ashawo ni baa!” That was all Richard kept screaming out as he fought to free himself from the taxi driver.

Two more onlookers came into the house restraining Richard further. The taxi Driver went out and spirited Naa Morkor into his taxi, not sure where he was taking her to. She decided against going to the police station even though the driver insisted.

Naa grabbed her phone and started calling Larry. The phone rang for as long as she called, but no one responded. She started a WhatsApp chat, which ended up on Julia’s phone instead of Larry’s. Julia read it all with curiosity, smiling all the brighter and whistling the Anglican hymn Love Divine, wiggling her buttocks all over the place and watching her schemes unfold.

Monday, 9th June 2014,  Posterity Towers, Ministries, Accra Central
7:45 AM

Larry entered the office complex through the back door and got into one of the elevators after a fleeting smile with the security guard at post. He looked wounded and sullied. He had lost the glitter that followed him around. Like a lone lantern in the midst of a raging storm, the light was completely out leaving no smoke as evidence that there was even once a spark.

He quietly entered the foyer on the executive floor without entering any office to spin of one of his many morning tales. He went into his office after saying a brisk hello to the Personal Assistant to the three Partners. He was the only top ranking official at the Executive floor who was not a partner.

The Personal Assistant instinctively felt something was amiss. This Larry was different. This Larry did not comment on her new hair style. That was unacceptable. She had banked all her hopes on Larry to lift her spirit up that morning and it looked like she was in for the worse of days.

Two of her colleagues and the Director of Finance had ridiculed her wig. They had all independently told her she looked like someone who had time travelled from the 50s. That was not a fair a comment. She was excited about the girl in the mirror until her colleagues made her feel maybe the mirror was being deceptive.


Larry was the only man who could make you see what was not there. He always said the nicest things to boost your self-confidence. This Larry was just not him. This one looked scarred and broken.

Larry put his briefcase down and walked out, offering a curt smile to Vivian the PA. He descended to the general office exchanging brief pleasantries with those he bumped into. Work had started and therefore he had fewer people paying him any attention.

He walked to Naa Morkor’s workstation. “Do you have a stick-on pad?” He asked without any of the usual preambles. She handed him one without taking her eyes off the computer screen. He quickly scribbled, ‘No cell phone calls, chats, texts or any form of electronic communications.’ He held it close to her face long enough for her to assimilate it all and went away with his paper.

Vivian picked the intercom immediately it rang. “Hello, Executive Floor, Vivian here”
“Hey” Larry said weakly. “Can you please ask Naa Morkor to see me?”
“Yes Sir.” She responded politely. “Um Please are you ok” She ventured.
“Yea, I am… well not too well, but I will be fine.” He lied
“Malaria?”
“I am not sure; I suspect it is exhaustion. I need some days off if you can give me some of yours.” He joked.
“Hmmm, I wish I had that power ooh Sir. Anyway, Please Don’t be sick ok” She comforted him.
“I won’t.”
“Good. I will call her to see you soon.”
“Thank you”

Naa Morkor entered Larry’s office just when Larry was done drawing the blinds. He was sure there was going to be a good measure of emotional flare-ups and he wanted to be sure few eyes witnessed it.

He was a man on a mission and he knew mincing his words would only make it difficult. After seeing a woman for over two years and building an alternative life with her, breaking up due to exogenous pressure was the hardest thing to do. He wished they were breaking up under another circumstance; disrespect, betrayal, anything that could make a man mad and have enough a good reason to dump a woman. It was nothing like that.

There was no cancerous cell of bitterness anywhere in his heart for her. All he had in his heart was the sweet fragrance of pleasant memories that was fast fading into the past with the wind of time.

It hurt him so bad to let it go, but he had to. It was not to save his marriage or his children; No. He had given so much and invested a lot to let his sexual indiscretion get in the way. He was looking at the bigger picture and for it to be complete and beautiful, potential threats and blemishes ought to be sacrificed. Naa Morkor was one such blemish. She had to go.

Away she would go with the beautiful and innovative sex, away she would go with a lover who knew where the thin line between boss and affair was. She would be missed; her humour, sheer silliness, drama and her motherly comfort. Nonetheless, even while bearing tangible fruits, for the purposes of creating space for something bigger and better, some good branches need to be pruned off. She had to go.


Sunday 8th June 2014, Devtraco Courts No UV25
3:12 AM
 “You are not asleep.” Julia stated when she opened her eyes and realized the bedside lamp was still on and Larry was awake staring at the ceiling in almost the same manner she had left him in the previous night.

She pulled herself up to sit. “Why did you do this to me, Larry?” She asked quietly. The force of the question shook him so bad he wished the earth would open and swallow him up.
“You could have confronted me when you found out instead of what you also did.” Larry said, revealing extreme hurt at Julia’s revenge.
Julia burst into laughter. “Lemme see,” She said after pulling herself together. “If it had gone according to your plan, I would be the one having sleepless nights and you snoring your head off and playing The Man about it. Unfortunately, it went my way so let us not go on with the questions and answers. Let us not even haunt ourselves with what happened and what went wrong. Let’s save those questions for a counsellor if we meet one. I don’t think I am interested in what happened anymore. Julia said, nipping the sprouting argument in the bud.

For the first time, Larry realised his wife was independent and was no more going to be the woman who took orders from him. Right in front of him, he saw his wife take charge.

Julia was completely awake. She picked her Fossil wristwatch to check the time; a hard-to-break ritual, since there was a digital alarm clock on the bedside drawer.

“How long do you have to make a full partner in the firm?” She asked him. “Two years? Well, little indiscretions like these can ruin everything, you know. Your WhatsApp chats and text messages and sex pictures and videos all out there at peacefmonline or myjoyonline or any of these media places can really harm your career. And considering the fact that you, as a person I know, cannot work in the public sector, the only place for you is the private sector. And where you have gotten to, a Ghanaian Auditing firm would be a demotion to you.” She spoke with so much maternal authority Larry could do nothing but listen.
“You know these whites frown on corporate Romance and stuff like that. They would sack you before you drag their hard-earned reputation into the mud you know. And for what? A vagina? Seriously? What happened to mine?”

Larry sensed the monstrous blackmail turn. His heartbeat picked up pace.

“I was talking to Richmond about….”
“Julia!” He called out in panic sitting up himself. “You spoke to Richmond about this?”
“Come on don’t be silly. Why would I? We just had a friendly dinner that’s all.”
“I thought we had an understanding our pasts are to stay in the Pandora box” Larry said helplessly outraged his wife was still in touch with an ex who would kill him to have her even on her death bed. An ex he has had the misfortune of having to work with as a direct superior and a managing partner. An ex who would not hesitate to crush him. Richmond is a vindictive British of Ghanaian parentage who sees himself more Ghanaian than British.
“Well this Pandora box was tightly shut until you got jittery and opened it.” She said insouciantly. “I was keeping my side of this arrangement. But that is beside the point. The actual challenge as I see it is this; for me to close my side of the box, you need to close your side.

“Hush. Lemme finish.” She hushed Larry up just in time to curtail his objection. “This girl has served her purpose. Discard her. You have no clue how naked you are so let us not play heroes here. I risked my pride to let another man see my nakedness to prove to you I will be willing to go any length to ensure that nothing is left of you if you so much as consider the thought of calling my bluff. You have nothing to fret over. What is good for the cock is twice as good for the hen, my Friend Beatrice Arthur would say.” 
“Get a good sleep Larry.” She turned and gave him a fleeting kiss on his mouth. “That was what I meant when I said at dinner you were born again. I see you cutting all forms of contact with your whore. Do not let my vision be wrong.”  She said and slipped into her slippers and went to take a quick pee.
“When the bishop said for better for worse, till death do us part, that was what he meant. I am a believer.” She spoke audibly from the bathroom.
“So we will dig-in in this trench and rot in it. If you so much as attempt a bailout, I will shoot you down.” She said emerging from the bathroom. “We will keep up appearance; you will continue to be that lovely husband I have always known you to be, your indiscretion will be our little secret, never to come out. My revenge never happened; of course, if you never went astray, then I never 'revenged' right? I am not sure if I am making sense....Forgive me, time of the morning and all the twisted owls flying out there are all affecting my antennas. But I guess you get the point. You will make love to me as and when I want.” She slipped into bed, wrapping the comforter around herself. "You will never travel again. Richmond has assured me of that. 

Next year you would be made a partner; as in 6 months from now, instead of the two or more years you would have to wait. You will have a new driver appointed and paid by me. He will live with us. You will never travel anywhere without a family member, not even for official conferences. For the rest of it, well, Lemme keep it as my little secret.

Now do not say a word. I am kind and generous and I want to go to church today knowing I have done a good thing; forgiving my neighbour and loving my husband and submitting to him.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep almost instantaneously. She was at perfect peace.   

Monday, 9th June 2014,  Posterity Towers, Ministries, Accra Central  
7:55 AM

“I have spent two days in a hotel room locked up and scared for my life. I am sitting here in front of you and you are giving me a litany of what your wife says to do and not to do?” Naa Morkor said trying hard to keep her voice and anger down.
“Calm down Naa”
“Please.” She stopped him. “I had a kitchen knife to my throat, I was kicked and dragged. All because of you. All because of what we have going on. And you are here telling me this?”
“Please…”
“Can I finish speaking Larry? You promised to defend us; to defend what we have. Apparently they were cheap words with no value and worth. I have destroyed my family because of this. I have lost a good man because I thought you were a better man.”
“Naa I am sorry…”
“You are sorry? Larry? You are sorry? Lord, I cannot believe I am hearing this”
“My hands are tired” Larry pleaded.
“By?”
“By Julia of course”
“Well then untie it!”
“I can’t! He cried out! “My whole life is tied to this rope. I have no room to manipulate!”           
“Really? What happened to the man who made me think he was the one calling the shots?”
“Don’t say that”
“Tell me what to say, Larry! I am disappointed in you!”
“Please Naa, Please”
“Save it Larry. I will go through this. Good day sir.”

Larry sat there quietly with intense pain in his soul as Naa walked out trying her best not to cry. Naa, He called, “We cannot meet again or exchange any form of personal communication electronically or otherwise whilst within this office premises. And we cannot be seen together anywhere again.

She nodded politely but fatally and continued out. It was a fate she had to accept. The show was over and she was the villain. She had gambled with life and had lost massively. She was not sure where to turn to. No one will understand her. Indeed, she is not to be understood. She was standing at a place a married woman was not to stand.

Someone said, ‘in Accra, married men sleep with married women and the reverse. On Sunday everyone goes to church to lift up holy hands and depending on the size of your tithe, you could be made a church elder. Who cares about adultery?’

 She took that gamble and for a while, she appeared to be winning. As it stands, she is not the one with the last and the best laugh. The Joke is on her. Who does she turn to? No one. Up until this morning, she thought she had a backer. She just realised she does not have any....



PG Sebastian

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Monday, 14 July 2014

THE PURGING RAGE OF A SCORNED WIFE E03




“I know you don’t believe me. I did not believe it too. Larry was a good man to me. And I always did my best to be good to him. And I guess he was so good he played me right under my nose for that long.”
“No no. Look my wife will not do that.”
“Why?” She asked amused, taking a pause to choose her words. “Because she sings in the choir? Because she is first to go to church? Because she says she is faithful? Because she prays in tongues? My husband is a church elder and a counselor. He is the only man besides my late father who has my unquestioned devotion and submission. I worship him; I adore him. I will fight in public over him. Mine is a mad love I have for him” She said, staring at the nothingness in front of her.

“No.” Richard intoned transfixed. “What? My wife is sleeping with your husband.” As the words sank in and Richard gradually woke up to it, his shock started metamorphosing into a crippling rage.
“You seem shocked that your wife is sleeping with my husband.” Julia said casually. “But it seems ok to you that someone’s wife is sleeping with you. Interesting.”
“That is beside the point!” Richard yelled out the words mingled with spittle.
“Is it?” She asked. “When a man cheats on his wife, it is the wife’s fault; he is only a man. That is the twisted society we live it. The woman is the one who begs, who massages the ego of the man to soothe his lustful pride. Let the man find out his wife is also getting nailed by some other guy around the corner and all hell breaks look. You thought this was an escape to a sexual grotto where your starved soul was going to be set free and nourished. You thought this was you being the man, me being the whore and your legal whore being the blessed Mary. Nice imagination. Sadly, we are all screwed and screwing in this vicious quartet. So, mister, I suggest you shove your damn rage down your hollow throat and save it for your whore.” She simply spoke her heart out. She was so detached from her thoughts the words seem to be coming from the next room.
“How the hell did you find out?” He asked between gritting teeth, refusing to respond to what Julia had said.
“I have ways and means.” She said bluntly.
“How do you mean by you have ways and means!” He yelled at her.
“I said a while ago to calm down; you need to save this for your wife when she comes home tomorrow.”
“I will not calm down!” He screamed smashing his fist through the bedside lamp.
“Well as it stands, you are scaring me.” She said quietly trying hard not to allow the pain she felt when she discovered the affair creep back in.
“Then tell me it is not true Julia, tell me!” He broke down.

 “Do I look like a woman who is capable of sleeping around behind my husband? Why do you think I came to you? Why would I pick you, the husband of a subordinate to my husband; a man I have met only twice or so?” She asked and laughed at the thought of it. “I am older than you, richer than you, forgive me, but I am. And the truth be told, you are outside the sphere of the group of men I would even look at twice. What we have here is no relationship Richard, it is not. I don’t call you, I don’t talk to you, I don’t send you all those lovey dovey texts. Didn’t you think it was weird?

What we have here are two offended people taking revenge, except one of us is not aware of the offense and hence not aware of his part in this revenge. I guess you occasionally drown yourself in the guilt of knowing you are cheating on your wife. And how scheming to know you are doing it with her boss’ wife. Yea, we are nothing but that; schemers. But for me, the glorious consolation in all of this is that, whether we did it once or a thousand times, I know the effect will still be the same; we found their little sin out and we paid them back in their own coins, in their own language, in their own scheme.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Richard said quietly allowing the Julia’s words to sync with his reality.
“Tell you? I was not out to get my husband back, your whore of a wife would leave you for him if pushed to the wall; that I can assure you.”
“Please do not call my wife a whore” He said with a voice laced with rage and hopelessness.”
“Please help me with a better name for her”
“You are no different from her, Julia!”
“Well you can postulate on that, but at least I am reacting to a wrong done me. That gives two different motives to the same act. I am frigging different!”

Richard found his feet and got off the bed grabbing his trousers with him. He paced up and down the room in a disorganised manner.

“My husband does not need to travel to carry out an audit. He is high up in the hierarchy so why was he suddenly traveling? I wondered. Then someone hinted me about this lady. I was told my husband was very close to her, but nothing was suspected. She was so innocent she couldn’t harm a fly. The story got interesting when this woman started travelling for auditing at places scheduled for official visits by my husband. So I invested a little money into it to see if God would smile at me. Well, he did and I even got photographs. So here we are paying bad guys back in their own bloody coins.”  

“I do not want to pay back my wife in any bloody coin!” Richard cried out.
“Really? And how were you going to pay her back? Forgive her? Because you do not come across as the forgiving type. In any case, I had options, one of which was to show you pictures of your wife screaming under my husband. But I guess wisdom spoke me out of it; what if you forgave her and let it go?”
“It is none of your business what I come across as and what I do not come across as.” Richard yelled with the pain of a wounded werewolf. “You do not know me and what I can and cannot do, so stop patronising me”
“Please stop yelling at me” Julia cried out in frustration. “Stop it!”
“Then stop making me” Richard retorted equally frustrated.
“For me, this revenge is over.” She stated quantitatively, after calming herself down. “You and I are over. It was scheduled to be over the minute I tell you why it started. This is the minute and this is the goodbye tune. I paid for this room so I suggest you put on your clothes and leave this very minute before I call the district commander of police and figure out what charge to slap on you”
“What?”
“Why what? Were you expecting me to cuddle your tensed body and ruffle your hairless head? Not after this disrespect you have shown me. Go to your wife. I will go to my husband. I know what to do from now. I have it all calculated. I thought you would be smart enough to let us sit and scheme together. Who knows; we may become sex buddies in the end…you know… all options opened. Anyway, those were the could-haves. What is, is that you are getting dressed and stepping out. Now.

Julia got up from the bed and started dressing up. Richard looked visibly thrown off course in his head. He kept staring into the tinted glass windows overlooking the chaos in the choked Friday night streets of Accra

“Sorry if you think of me as cold and insensitive.” Julia said reflectively. "I have had this moment you are going through. I have cried, believe me. I have considered many options including getting your wife dismissed from the firm. And believe me, I know people in there who will do anything to get a link or two from me. I considered having her lynched and burned; I considered many things. But then, the scale had to be fair – an eye for an eye; so I chose this path; a befitting revenge.

When I visited you the first time, I had their pictures together with me, I had all their text messages and WhatsApp chats emailed to me by loyal friends. I had it all sorted. I was going to show everything to you. That particular trip he was taking really hurt me; it was our son’s birthday the day before and he wanted him to be home. We wanted to spend it together like married couples do. And as a woman, to know that your husband was looking in your face and lying to you so he could have a weekend away in Akosombo with another man’s wife was too much to handle. I was hoping you would be a gentleman enough to resist the urge so it would be easy for me to show you the evidence and just walk away. But you did not, so I kept the evidence and chose to walk with you on this path.

I don’t know you and I don’t know the kind of demons you have on your right and left shoulders, but I thought you should know. For me, hiding what we have done is an act of cowardice, which is why I am going to send your wife a video of us having sex.
“You are mad!” Richard screamed at her.  
“I am not!” She said, smashing one of her many Mac makeup products on the tiled floor.
“Look, do not push me into doing anything dangerous. Do not send anything to my wife” Richard warned her.
“How pathetic. They hide and cheat on us and pretend they are holy. I am not a coward! I am bringing the game to their turf. I suggest you look under the bed, I think your balls are down there somewhere!”
“Julia I am warning you”
“You still love your wife. You still want to keep this as a secret from her.” She stated.
“That is none of your business”
“No, it is. I am in this cast and I need to know how your script ends. Lemme see. You are going to tell her she is unfaithful, blow up and make her look evil and then you keep your side of the sin. Mister. That is just not fair. Besides, what is sex revenge if your partner never finds out you got nailed by someone else because you know they got nailed too?”
“Stop the nonsense” Richard yelled and rushed at her, not sure exactly what he was going to do.
“Oh come on Rick. Nothing will show that you have done it, so it becomes you dying in your pain and yet laughing with pleasure at the revenge. For them, however, it will always be whistling Hallelujah chorus and pretending to be holy. No! Let them know you know. And let them know you have paid them back. Let the two of you burn with hatred….and blossom with pure pleasure concentrate; self-destruct! Now that is my definition of revenge.” She held his hand so affectionately she could be a mother trying to dissuade her son from a dangerous venture.

Richard stared at her as if the idea was making sense to him.

“So I will send her our video, which I have already recorded with a device you have no clue about, just so she know I am eating your brains out. As it were; an elderly woman doing a better job. What can I say? I got swag!” She laughed at the thought. “Then you will send it to my husband. So he knows you have something that belongs to him. It is more of Man to man…woman to woman kinda thingy. So here is how it will go; my husband most likely will confront me and your wife will confront you. But she may tell my husband first. You know women can be petty.” Julia sounded detailed and intensely premeditative.

“So when they do, then we show them their sex pictures. Luckily all the four angles got their faces right. And we have their texts and the chats to back it all up. It’s no rocket science. I know men have the tendencies to deny even when presented with hard facts. So I am presenting him with voice recordings as well, which talks about work, mention names, and mention us. Gosh, I love me. I mean I know it is unethical on the part of the person who did this for me, but it had to be done.” She spoke calmly with a frown on her face.
“How did you get the chats and the texts?” Richard asked as curiosity crept in.
“Now you are coming around Richard.” She said “You have no idea the extent a woman, scorned by a man, can go to have her revenge. Let us just say I Have a good working relationship with the boys in my IT dept who know people in the Telcos. And if you ever mention this to anyone, I will deny it. Simple.”
“Why would I mention it to anyone?”
“Well I know you are a smart man, but you know, even when you shoot someone dead, you still want to stab them to be sure they are deadly dead” she burst into laughter at the expression.

Richard smiled. 

Julia walked to Richard, having worn only her panties and bra. 
"When I am through with these two, it will be a legendary story." She said softly. "Women from far and near will visit me for consultation on how to execute surgical revenge on unfaithful husbands. Who knows; with good pricing and branding, I may make a decent living out of it than being the Head of Corporate Risk in a godforsaken bank." Julia sounded so fulfilled in her scheme, she was almost born again in it. 
“You are hurt aren’t you, Richard? Your feel betrayed, lied to and disrespected.” She whispered.
“Hmm”
“Look at me.” She ordered. He turned to look at him “Let’s make this last one count”
“Last what?”
“Defile me. With anger, madness, you can stab me, club and strangle me. But let the evil in you out and tear me apart. Be the avenging lamb chasing the cunning fox out of its hole.


And so it was that Julia got more than she could bargain for.

She laid next to Richard, gasping for air, with her cap weave-on designed by Rosa Armstrong, strewn on the floor, panties torn, a few cuts on her back from the crushed bedside lamp and bruises on her old wrinkled lips.

She gasped, but she smiled while typing the short note attached to the video of her and Richard having sex. She wrote. My darling Dear, good things are meant to be shared. Enjoy this video. Please watch to the end cus the lesson is found there. Bliss. Mrs. Julia Ofei. she pressed the Send Button on the WhatsApp chat she’s been having with Naa, with links to the video from her Dropbox folder.

Richard sent his to Mr. Ofei, however drab his text was.  

PG Sebastian
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Thursday, 10 July 2014

THE PURGING RAGE OF A SCORNED WIFE E02



Saturday 28th June 2014, Prampram Township. House No 56/3A
12:45PM

Strong language and sexual depiction. Reader discretion is advised.

When the House help came, she grabbed the stuff she had gone to purchase for her from the market and rushed out to her car and left.

“So you are telling us she literally came to your house to seduce you into having sex with her?” The Clan Elder asked finding the story…well, he was not sure how to find the story. It was a mixture of thoughts and feelings running through his mind.
“Yes Please.” Richard answered with his head bowed down.
“And after that she just got up and left?” His Clan linguist asked.
“Yes please” He affirmed
“Did you get in touch with her again?” Naa Morkor’s clan Elder asked curiously.
“I did not have her number. And there was no way I was going to ask for it from my wife. So I kept quiet on it.” He responded lamely.
“You did not have her number and it did not occur to you to ask for it after your stupid game?” The irritated Clan Elder asked harshly.
“Ah, I guess he was overtaken by events he did not remember to collect it.” The Clan Elder’s linguist suggested.
“Oh rubbish” The Clan Elder threw the thought out.
“Ah, what can I say. That is the only reasonable excuse anyone could give.” The elderly linguist stated.

“Honestly, I was really haunted by it and many thoughts went through my head.” Richard said broodingly.
“Thoughts like?”
“I don’t know, Sir, but many things. And not having her number for me was the best way to move on.” He said.     

“Ok, so what happened next?” Richard’s Clan Linguist prompted him to continue with the story.

“Two weeks later, my wife traveled to Takoradi to Audit a company at the Takoradi Port area. thirty minutes after her plane took off I received her text.
“Whose text?” Naa Morkor’s Clan Elder asked with an interrogative frown on his face fearing what he was thinking.
“Julia’s”
“What was in the text?” He pressed.
“She wanted us to go home together and spend the evening before she went to Tema.”
“Where does she work?”
“She works with a Bank at Ridge”
“And you?”
“I work around the Ministries please”
“So you drove together home in the same car?”
“No please, I went home and she came later”
“Home as in your matrimonial home?” Naa Morkor’s Clan Linguist asked for the purpose of record.
“Yes, sir.” Richard confirmed. “So she came with food from Alisa Hotel. We had dinner. And well it happened again” Richard said, sounding disappointed in himself.
“What happened again?” a thousand mouths went up in curiosity. 
“We slept together.” He said quietly through the hail of voices.
“Where were the children?” His own Family Linguist asked quite surprised at his recklessness.
“They were in their room”
“And the lady who helps out in the house?” He quizzed.
“She was also in her room”
“So you took this woman to your bedroom?” The Clan Elder asked feeling disgusted.
“No please. In her car” Richard stared up everyone’s wildest imagination, to which a crescendo of murmuring rose up in the room.
“Then that must be some big car.” An elderly woman said from the doorway to the kitchen. What followed was a laughter that calmed everyone down.

“And so how long did this go on?” The Clan Elder said when all the buzz had settled down.

“It went for a while. But we started meeting in hotel rooms.”
“And I take it it was the woman who always called for the match” There was a laughter in the room at the use of the word ‘Match’ by the Clan Elder.
“Hmm.” Richard exhaled heavily.
“And it was always when your wife travelled” Naa Morkor’s Clan Linguist said intuitively.
Richard shook his head in the affirmative.
“Was it her husband who was telling her when your wife was not in the house?” He further inquired.

“My elders” Richard, started with a renewed strength. “ To me, her husband was Naa’s Manager so I assumed he was  the one telling her about Naa’s Itinerary. But later I realised it was not possible for her to be with me if her husband was in town. So I started putting things together in my head.”

The whole room started buzzing as the family members started discussing the implication of what Richard had just said. 
“Putting things together in your head? How about just asking her where her husband was?” One of Naa’s Auntie asked with anger in her big voice.
“Oh, you too allow the man to speak!” She was yelled at.
“Silence!!!” The elderly Clan Linguist showed in a frail voice.
“I tried a couple of times but she was always dodgy on the subject” Richard said quietly looking at the Auntie who asked the question.
“So you chose to keep quiet and enjoy it instead of getting to the root of her behaviour” His family Linguist stated.
“Hmmm”
“It could have been many things leading to this; what if she was carrying some disease? These women are dangerous. What if she needed your semen for juju? Continue”


Friday June 6th 2014, 8pm Room 314, Groove Hotel,

“Where do you get your energy from?” Richard asked standing at the entrance to the bathroom, holding a can of Rox Energy drink he had half emptied after their first bout. “I mean, at your age and number of kids, any guy would think you are completely off the road. Girl, you are a monster.”
“Don’t mind the body, mind the engine.” Julia answered literally shouting it out. “Damn! You got a run for your money. Boy, this is soo good.” She had just had her second orgasm and the world was literally resting in her crotch. The quivers and the shivers were like nothing she had ever experienced. The feeling was getting better every day with Richard.
“You are good Ricky; I must give this to you. You are that good.”
“Well with this kind of energy, I would say you are the better party.” Richard said trying to play down the boosted self-impression. He had always wondered if he was any good, considering the fact that Naa was not the kind of woman who gave feedback on their sexual encounters.
“And where did you learn all these tricks and skills?” He asked, sneaking into bed and rubbing his scruffy beard on her smooth belly and plastering her naval with soft kisses. “Damn you could literally blow a man’s head off”
“Haaah! He will hump till the head goes teeeerrrr and splatters of brain tissue and blood and shrapnel of skulls litter all over the place while his torso keeps humping. I will go like, go dead man! Go dead man! Go dead man!.” She said and exploded into a contagious bout of laughter.
“Lemme see if I can try that on you” She made a serious face.
“No no no. Please I want my head intact”
“Oh don’t be such a she-cat”
“that is a good one” Richard laughed, amused at the expression.
“Yea a milder version of the actual thing.” She said.
“What actual thing?” He inquired innocently.  
“Lemme show you where.” She said seductively. “But first, close your eyes.” She rolled Him off her and made to sit.
“Erm can I ask you a question?” Richard asked
“Errmm can it hold till your head is blown up first?” She teased him.
“Nooo” Richard said laughing and gently pushing her away from him.
“Aarrgghhh. Wharris daaat? She said with a childish irritation on her face. “Unless it is a million dollar deal, Please lemme finish blowing your head up pleeease” She begged.
“No no hear me out for a minute” He gently insisted.
“Ok, what is it” She gave in.

“Ok, so we have been having this going on for a while now and I am not sure how to call it.” Richard started, choosing his words carefully in order not to mess up the ambience. He was sure he was going to have a top up before they left the hotel room and he needed to keep sexiness in the room. “I am not sure what the end game is; can you tell me what the end game is?”
“Well I will tell you what the end game is…” she said creeping back up on him with the alertness of crouching tigress. “The end game will be tonight when I eat your brains out with the sex of a lifetime. I will sit here and watch your head pop. I will gather the bone debris and the bloody brain tissues and make an omelette with it. So please let’s get to it” she said mounting him up and attempting to kiss him.

Richard gently rolled her off him. “Where is your husband?”
“O Richard.” She said with such maternal endearment. She was suddenly looking old and completely unattractive. “Richard Richard Richard. Where is your wife?”

“She is traveled.” He said. His heart missed a beat. He felt tired and fainting.

“Good, my Husband is traveled too.” She said quietly and reluctantly without looking at him. “To the same place your wife is gone to. They are sleeping in the same hotel, they just finished dinner, and they are currently in the same room. Just like us. And as we speak, your wife is probably going down on my husband and sucking his brains out as she has been doing for the past two years. That is where my husband is.”

Silence

“What?” Richard’s mouth moved, but the word did not come out? “What?”
“No. It is not possible” He said sickly.
“Yea, that was what I said to.” She said reflectively. “Not My husband. Not My Larry.”

Richard was completely stoned.


PG Sebastian
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