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.
Odette & Nathalie (3)
Continued from… Odette & Nathalie (2)
The three smoking women enormously irritated Annie, especially because of the constant childish giggling. She knew Fred disliked such senseless chatting and laughter too. She was afraid he might explode, which would make the evening even worse than it already was. Annie wasn’t in the mood for a fight — all she wanted, was to go to bed.
“Look, your smoking is interfering with my sex life,” Annie said with a slight laugh, as she wanted to bring a point across, but it was part of her nature not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.
She knew Fred agreed with her, but he needed to vent his anger, and Annie’s remark made her an easy target.
“Stop your stupid laughing,” he snarled quick as a flash, “I hope the doctors cut out your laughing muscle too. Maybe then you will be better at sex too. With that stupid giggling of yours, I’m not in the mood anymore.”
Tears burned her eyes. Annie was hurt. The other women immediately realized his mean words were meant for them. Annie didn’t derive any solace from this knowledge. However, she was glad she could go to her own bedroom. The torture of the evening was at an end. Fred too was happy it had ended. Nathalie had already ruined the atmosphere with her first interruption. Fred only needed the right moment to put a stop to the attempted eroticism, and Annie had created the perfect opportunity.
Annie, Fran and Odette took another bath and then left to sleep in Annie’s room.
The three women were famished. Like children in a boarding school, having a secret midnight feast, Annie, Fran and Odette sneaked to the kitchen to get some food. Back in Annie’s room, they recapped the last couple of hours. It launched an almost hysterical fit of laughter when they remembered the fiasco with the mother’s milk.
“Fred had this coming,” Fran said. “On the phone he told Nathalie she would sleep with him tonight. When we left the room, his face clearly said he would rather have one of us sleeping with him tonight. Fred doesn’t have the nerve to send Nathalie away.”
These words of Fran caused the women yet again to burst out in a muffled fit of laughter.
“Shhht,” Fran admonished them to remain calm. Moments later, she was the one to start laughing again. The other two could not restrain themselves and joined in.
“Shhht!” This time Annie tried to quiet them down.
At last, they were quiet. The three women crawled into bed to sleep.
Early that morning Odette left for her work. Annie and Fran slept for another hour before they got up to make coffee, and take it to the main bedroom. It was only nine o’clock.
Nathalie was in the bathroom, fully dressed, smartly made up, and busy doing her hair. Fred was still in bed. He looked like an old rag, his eyes bloodshot, and dark rings around them, as if he had no sleep at all. Neither Annie nor Fran remarked on his appearance.
Nathalie left halfway through the morning, after she had called her husband. Fred didn’t accompany the women to the car when Nathalie left, probably just as happy as the rest to see the woman and her baby leave.
For the rest of the day Fred was in a foul mood. That afternoon he went to bed to take a nap. It was only early in the evening that they discussed the previous evening.
“Did you and Nathalie have sex last night, Fred?” Fran asked, not able to control her curiosity anymore.
“Yes, twice. Last night, just after you left and this morning.”
“Why then was she already dressed when we entered the room? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
“I certainly did,” Fred answered, “but apparently she’s used to having such an extensive beauty routine every morning. Some of all the powders, lotions and crèmes she uses must be good for something, I guess. Otherwise, I don’t know why she uses all that stuff. She had been in the bathroom for more than an hour when you brought the coffee this morning.”
Annie and Fran looked at each other with questions in their eyes. Fran spoke her mind.
“Why then are you so tired and grumpy?”
According to Fred, Nathalie was a nymphomaniac. He had no doubt about this. At first, he didn’t want to have sex with her, but she didn’t want to take ‘no’ for an answer. To Annie it sounded so strange: Fred — the one who was always in charge of every situation — didn’t know how to say ‘no’. When at last he conceded to Nathalie’s wishes, he could go to sleep. This was in the wee hours of the morning, but soon the baby was awake, and woke up a couple of times more after that, waking Fred up too. Every time Nathalie noticed Fred was awake, she started touching him again, wanting to persuade Fred to fuck her again. He finally gave in early that morning, just before Nathalie went to the bathroom.
“Every time,” Fred concluded his account of the events, “she moved her mouth closer to my body, a shiver ran down my spine. Yuck!”
Fran was right. Fred had this coming. He got what he deserved.
But… did he learn his lesson this time?
To be continued… Annie’s operation
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