This is the rework of a self-published auto-biographical story (2008), rewritten for this blog. Names of characters have been changed.
Content warning: mental and physical abuse, misogyny.
Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in getting up every time we do.
Roxanne and Barbara (part 2)
Continued from… Roxanne and Barbara (part 1)
“At first I slept with Fran one evening and then with Barbara the next, but I got tired of that. So one evening I directed the two cows to both come to the master bedroom with me. There I fucked the one while the other had to watch and satisfy herself. Then they changed places. After that, I ordered them to go wash themselves and to play with each other while I watched. The rule that they should take turns to sleep with me — the way you two do now — was born that night. I felt like the luckiest man alive.”
Fred roared with laughter. However, Annie instantly saw that he tried to hide his embarrassment behind the laughter, while he watched her. Was he afraid of her reaction? What Annie didn’t know was that Fred wanted her to react in a negative way. Then he could show her who the master was and that the only right way was for her to dance to his piping.
“It took some time for Barbara and me to develop a good relationship,” Fran spoke again, “but we grew to really love each other. Barbara was my best friend and I miss her. She’s the best woman I ever had. Sorry Annie, but it’s true.”
Annie tasted bile. How could the witch just say something like that? This was not the first time Annie had a burst of hatred for Fran. She shrugged, with one though bouncing around in her head after what Fred had just told her. Fran was not bisexual. The only reason why she ever went to bed with a woman was because her husband expected her to do so. Instinctively, Annie knew Fran pretended to be bisexual because this was the only way in which she could keep her husband from having affairs. It was clear to her: Fred couldn’t be faithful to one woman so he turned his wife into a bisexual. To him his life was complete!
Neither Fred nor Fran noticed Annie’s anger.
“When we moved to the smallholding, Barbara moved with us,” Fran continued again. “Fred got bored with the situation. The excitement was gone, so he started looking for greener pastures again. In the evenings, he went out alone. Barbara was the first to suspect there was another woman involved. Not such a crazy idea if you think of the way that she came into our lives. Barbara decided to end the love triangle. Fred noticed the change in Barbara’s behavior and in turn, he suspected that she was being unfaithful. He kept her under close watch and ward. Every morning before Barbara went to work, he made a note of the mileage of her car. Of course, without her knowing it. During his lunch hour, he posted outside the building where she worked, to see if she went out for lunch. However, he couldn’t follow her everywhere since she knew his car. On days when he knew that she had left the building for lunch, he asked her in the evening if she went out during her lunch hour. She knew how suspicious Fred could be, so she lied and said that she stayed in. Fred knew that she was lying. He wanted her to leave as soon as possible. But he didn’t tell her this, because he wanted to catch her red-handed.”
As the story unfolded, Annie’s discomfort grew. In that moment, she knew for sure she had made a huge mistake to get involved with these people. She managed to hide her inner thoughts behind a mask of interest, while she listened to the rest of Fran’s story.
“Barbara, on the other hand, wanted to know for sure whether Fred was having an affair. She decided to connect a tape recorder to the telephone. Fred knew of nothing, but I did. I admit, I was curious too to know the truth. Up to today, we don’t know how Barbara knew how to connect a tape recorder, but she did. One evening Fred talked to Jack on the phone, and he told him he wanted Barbara out of our life. Fred called her a whore. The next evening Barbara confronted him with the recording. This was one of the few times where Fred didn’t know how to talk himself out of a difficult situation. Needless to say, it was the end of the relationship.”
“That’s why we put the advert in the paper to start the club,” Fred added and smiled at Annie, “and now at last we have someone who knows how things should be done.”
This time his words didn’t make Annie’s knees go weak. She automatically smiled back at him, but inside she was seething. If she knew all of this beforehand…
To be continued… Anger
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